Cluck the police

MISSION: Fowl Play

“Cramby, listen, man. I don’t know any way around this. We’re up against a wall. We're about to face some serious justice."

"Like on Miami Vice?"

"Sure. If we don’t deliver the stuff, Broby’s gonna go to jail for a long, long time.”

“I know, Jermson, but what can we do?”

“There’s only one way to solve this, man.”

“A golf tournament?”

"No."

"An illegal cross-country car race?"

"No."

"A time-traveling DeLorean?"

"No."

"Make a wish on a Zoltar machine?

“. . .”

"I'm done guessing now."

“Okay. We’ve got to senselessly murder that big magical tree out in the forest.”

“Wait, I thought the tree was a good guy - “

“THERE ARE NO GOOD GUYS ANYMORE, MAN.”

“Okay, okay. Listen, I got this. You stay here and look out for Pookie and the gang. They’re gonna be bringing the goods pretty soon. I’ll go assassinate the tree.”

“CRAMBY, WAIT.”

"What?"

"It's dangerous to go alone. Take this."

“A fox costume? Why?”

“TRUST ME.”

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