The Freelance Police of New Meridian
@skulltitans
In this city, where evil lurks around every corner...
...where villains rule the streets with impunity...
...and “hope” is a “four-letter word”...
...a mighty force for justice will return...
...and Trinity help the guilty...
CLICK!
“Boooriiiing!” Max sang.
“I was going to say ‘droll,’” Bonnie, Max’s parasite (who looked like a third eye in Max’s forehead, and his beartrap-like teeth were her feet), commented, “If that was an advertisement for a film, they could do better.”
“Can’t you find any good tunes, Sam?” asked Clyde, Sam’s parasite (who resembled an oversized revolver currently resting in a pouch formed over the dog detective’s spine).
“Gimme a minute,” Sam muttered as he flipped through the radio stations, “No... No... Not a chance! ...They still play that?”
Soon, they happened upon the big band station.
“WAIT!” Max shouted, and Sam stopped flipping. Drums and brass were blaring on the radio, and soon came vocals:
(Hey, Pachuco! Hey!)
Summer '43 (Hey!)
The man's gunnin' for me (Hey!)
And blue and white mean war tonight (Hey!)
They say damn my pride
and (Hey!) all the other cats livin' down eastside (Hey!)
Or maybe just my brim's too wide
This song satisfied them, and they continued driving recklessly through town.
“So, Sam,” said Max, “since I have the memory of a piece of lint, remind me: What did the commissioner tell us to do tonight?”
“According to the commissioner,” explained Sam, “while we were on vacation, the Skullgirl revealed herself and attacked the Medici family!”
“We missed it!?” Max spluttered, “Aww, dammit!”
“Don’t worry, Max; we’ve still got a chance to bust her and whoever’s working for her.”
The rabbit feral brightened up. “Busting is my favorite pastime!”









