Nosey Parker (NP):   Yo, Bandit! Wattcha dewing here in yewr uniform repurrsenting Da Agency? And wattz wif awl duh carz?

Agent Bandit:   Hay! Gude to seeya!  I'm here to control "parking lot rage" MOL. All the tomzrule® memfurs bring their sisfurs and winks to the Terrace Cafe so it gets purrty crowded. Today the Cats With Classic Cars rally is here, too. Sometimes things get a bit hissy.

NP:   Itz grate to haf dis playce fur duh thymes dat we gross and disgusting tomz forego our usual pursuits to be wif duh gurlz. I nose dat Dwnn been werking to git dis franchise evfur scents he wun duh klubb ownership fromme me in dat poker game abowt witch I will knot comment.

Mama Yak Attak:   Down boy! No moar catplaning abowt dat silly ole game. Dere's no moar poker in yewr fouchure or I'll haf to go upside yewrown hedd!

NP:   Yez, my Liddle Peach Blossom. I'd much raffur beez wif yew. I'm a luffer, knot a gambler MOL. Yew tew, eh, Bandit?

Agent Bandit:   I do luv my Pinkie. "Lucky in luv, unluck at cards" they do say.

NP:   Well, we're gonna mowzie innside and quaff a few wif our frenz. Don't werk tew hard, Bandit!

Agent Bandit:   I'm off-dooty in an hour; then I'm going inside fur some donuts and nipz and mousie stew and turkeymeat and crikkit chowder. This job sure whets the appurrtite!