In the empty NHL Police HQs, Jimmy is sitting in the darkness of his cell all alone. But he's not forlornly, no, no, he has a sinister smile on his face, full of excitement and determination.
Little taps against the stone ground catches the Red Wing's attention. He scoots himself out from the darkness and crawls over to the dimly lit hallway, placing his face as close to the bars that are holding him back as possible. He cranes his head to the left, seeing his best friend and pet, Nacnud, trotting over to him with a metal ring holding keys in its mouth.
"Ah, yes!" Jimmy sticks out his hand between the bars and takes the ring of keys from the basset hound when it stopped in front of him. He then stands up and twists his hand around the thick bar at the left edge of the row of bars; he jams the a key into the keyhole and twists it with a satisfying click! Jimmy takes the key out and pushes the cell open, making sure not to take out his dog with the door.
"Ohhhh the lovely feeling of freedom!" Jimmy exclaims, stepping out from the cell, casting the keys to aside. "All these months I've been in here, learning how to know when the all the policemen are gone, which key goes to my cell..." He kneels down to the basset hound and pets it. "Thank you very much, Nacnud." He scoops it up in his arms and stands up. "Now, I can do what I am meant to do! My mission: to take over the NHL! I have waited long enough." He looks down at Nacnud, who is now has its eyes closed in his arms. "Good boy. You have the privilege to witness the events that'll change the NHL...forever. Now let's go make that happen." He then walks down the hallway, letting out a series of sinister crackles along with howls by Nacnud.
Jimmy has escaped from jail.

To be continued in AAOOOSC! Universe!