Ugh. Finally. I put out my cigar. He's here. I place my eye to the gun's glass. I look for him. The car opens. He looks as hairy as ever, but he is covered in fur. I let out a sigh and a chuckle. Oh, I've missed you, old friend. I mean we were never friends. But you look so... good. I let out another chuckle. 

They look like deer in the headlights. They look like their inners have been frozen. They look so stupid. I see the golf ball and the tricky fox talking to them. I click on my microphone that intercepts their voices.

"You five have worked hard these past few days." The golf ball says.

I mouth the pale ball's words mockingly. I know who you are, and I know your true goals. 

"Please, enjoy yourself." He says.

Blah blah blah. I aim my gun. I know your plan wolf, but you won't be able to steal that heck. I'm going to kick your ass. Well, truth be told I'm just going to blow your head off. I see the Chef of Police. How is she still in charge? She's useless. She's absolutely useless. Anyway... let's see where the night takes us Woflie.