[handing Mr. Richards a container of show polish]

Here, Mr. Richards. You had better put some camouflage on, sir.

I am not going to put shoe polish on my face, thank you. Now, could we please get into the store, Felix?

[seeing Jonathan and Emmy leaving]

It's him! It's her! Oooh, that little prevert! He's stealing her before we can!

Okay, let's not do anything rash! We'll follow them quietly and look for just the right moment to grab them.

Don't worry, Mr. Richards. I'm an expert at surveillance. Hang on!
[They begin chasing Jonathan and Emmy]