She’s really losing it.
Yes, what is it?
They’re ready to rob the dairy.
Purrrfect! Oh, everything is coming to plan. Now it’s time to make the call. [Roland gets out a cellphone from his folds.] Excuse me, you keep that thing in your folds? That is so disgusting. [to Nolan] You, you dial the number and put me on speaker. [Nolan dials the number and puts on the speaker.]
Hello?
Hello? Lactose Farms?
How may I help you?
It’s come to my attention that there will be an attempt to rob one of your dairy trucks tomorrow. It’s not important who I am or how I came to know this. Just think of me as a concerned citizen intent on fulfilling my civic responsibility as well as...
Uh, chief? We may have a situation.
Well, okay then. Let’s go have a look-see.
This is the third time they called.
It just sounds like a cat crank-calling us.
If it were a dog barking, I’d be on board for a prank. Some dogs are born for mischief. They just are. Not cats. Oh, no. Cats mean business. [She gets out her phone, uses the Critter Talk, and selects a cat to translate the meowing.]
I repeat, there will be an attempt to rob one of your dairy trucks tomorrow. I suggest you take appropriate measures to prevent this brazen thievery from occurring. Okay, I’m done. Hang up the phone. Ha, ha. What an evil genius I am. [hangs up]
Well then, still seem like a prank to ya?
Eh, that last part did a little.
What’s our next move, chief?
Our next move is for me to go back to my office and formulate an ingenious plan. And you go get my car waxed. [She enters her office and approaches the mirror; to herself] Well, well, well. Would you look at that, Margie Malone? We’re having company tomorrow. I guess I better take out my finest China to serve a heaping plate...[puts on her hat] of justice!


