Tiger wasn't paid to fight crime when he hung around around with a magazine or two (or five) at the Liger Clothing outlet in Heropa, but that didn't mean he ignored a shoplifter at his own store! Did they not even see him there in the corner sitting down??
"Stop! Thief!"
At the sound of the retail manager's voice, he stood up and ran head first for the entrance with little idea of what the hell was going on. But it was better action than coming up with crappy jokes for the customers all day.
"Hey!" he called out across the street and the several cars stuck practically in the middle of the intersection. They all honked in unison as Tiger stomped over the hood of a Cadillac and sprinted hard to catch up with the pilfery bastard. He was closing in on him—and another person who was following after the perp??
Her blond feathered hair bounced against the collar of her red and white leather jacket and dark pants. Those boots were real familiar, too—
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"Stop! Thief!"
At the sound of the retail manager's voice, he stood up and ran head first for the entrance with little idea of what the hell was going on. But it was better action than coming up with crappy jokes for the customers all day.
"Hey!" he called out across the street and the several cars stuck practically in the middle of the intersection. They all honked in unison as Tiger stomped over the hood of a Cadillac and sprinted hard to catch up with the pilfery bastard. He was closing in on him—and another person who was following after the perp??
Her blond feathered hair bounced against the collar of her red and white leather jacket and dark pants. Those boots were real familiar, too—
"Ah! Wh—Bunny?!"