Dolittle opened the door and looked inside. He closed the door. He opened the door again. He closed the door again.
"There's an elephant in there," he said.
The agent with the yellow hat nodded. "He's agreed to speak with-"
"Yes," said the agent. "He's-"
"It's wearing a suit." Dolittle opened the door. He closed the door. "It's wearing a very, very large suit."
"He is a delegate from a French north African micronation."
The agent closed his eyes. "Doctor," he said in a slow, careful voice. "I want you to understand the gravity of the situation. Prince Alexander comes from a micronation of extremely intelligent elephants who have just captured a French missile base with the intention of launching a strike against Europe. He has agreed to speak with us regarding the location of the missile base."
Dolittle stared at him. He said: "He's French?"
"Fluent in French, English, Greek, Italian, and German," said the agent, leafing through a file. "He can also understand French Sign Language, but can't sign."
"He doesn't have thumbs." The agent waggled his thumbs in example.
The agent closed the file. "Alexander has agreed to speak with us on the condition he can speak with one of our non-human agents," he said. "The first we had available is a loan from Interpol who can only sign with FSL. You are fluent in FSL, and will serve as our interpreter."
Dolittle stared at him. His eyes were watering.
"Non-human agent?" he said, grasping at what straws he could.
Something tugged at his coat. He looked down.
It was a chimpanzee. It grinned at him, stood up from its knuckles, and signed, Salut.
"His name is George," said the agent with the yellow hat.
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