[Red has been brought in to be interviewed]
What's with the handcuffs on a little girl? Her wrists could slip right out! How 'bout a cage?
[on walkie-talkie, eager]
Bring in the cage!
I was being sarcastic.
[on walkie-talkie, disappointed]
Sarcasm. Strike the cage...
[The guy on the other end of the radio groans] [sighs]
Well all right. Get the cuffs off her.
[The notary sharpens his pencil and Red's handcuffs are removed]
So, Red, why don't you explain how this all began?
Well, like any other day: I was making deliveries to my granny's goodie shop.



