OFFICER: We chased him all the way over to this golf course, but then he just disappeared on us.
THE MAIN SPY: He’s here. Hiding.
OFFICER: Well what are we supposed to do? Scour every inch of this golf course? That’ll take forever!
THE MAIN SPY: I have a better idea.
In his daydream, the Main Spy pictures himself on a riding lawnmower, chasing the grass-haired villain. It becomes so vivid that he doesn’t even realize he’s making lawnmower sounds.
THE MAIN SPY: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
OFFICER: Are you imagining killing him with a lawnmower?
THE MAIN SPY: No.
OFFICER: Because I think it would make more sense just to shoot him.
THE MAIN SPY: I know. That’s what my plan was going to be.
The Commissioner walks up. He’s a large, jovial man in a cowboy hat and bolo tie.
COMMISSIONER: Hope you dummies weren’t talkin’ bout killin’ him with no goddamned riding lawn mower.
OFFICER: We weren’t.
But the case of the grass-haired bandit has been a long, vicious affair and the Main Spy drifts back into thoughts about mowing.
THE MAIN SPY: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr