Nice house. Really nice but a little too... transparent. I look through my baby shotgun.  This place was crawling with police offers. The chief is really taking it up a notch. Come on let's see what you can do. I fire my baby. It hist one near the front entrance. Headshot. Clear as day. He falls without a cry. The other policeman is God-smacked. I let out a small laugh.  

I light a cigar. Fire like blood. I breath out the smoke. I'm not trying to kill everyone. I'm simply trying to get them on the move from the back entrance from there I can just walk in and talk to that little immature golf ball. I hate him.

I really hate the Guinea pig. I have every right to. He's annoying. He's not a good villain at all. He's smart, kinda. But he acts so adorable, it drives me nuts. The panic has spread. The others start flooding in. 

I jump down from the tree. Time to see that little ****.  I carefully walk to the back door. It's locked. No matter. I shoot the lock, and it breaks. Smoke rises. I need to draw that pig out. I kick the door open. I look around. Man, this house is white. It's time for a color change. I hear the pig coming down the stairs.

"Hello? Um, I beg your pardon but why are you in my house?" Marmalade asks from the stairs. 

I look up at him. His eyes widen.

"You're... Shotgun?" He draws back.

I close the door.

"Right as can be." I say.