“*Oi!” Oi you thar, boi! What ye think ya be doin’ down there in the mud still? I thot I told ya to skidaddle!" WOMP

“Aye, aye! Why’d ya womp me with your beatin’ branch there, Constable?”

“Oi there! Watch it! Waaatch it!” Higgins warned the young lad.

“Things just ain’ the same for gangstas…”

“Not watch it in the watcher sense! Ya dumb glub…”

Constable Higgins gave the lad one more disdainful onceover with his eyes, shook his hatted head, then started ambled his stumblin’ self down Dandydane Lane. The night was old: too old. Some might even call it morning. It didn’t matter for Higgins. He was a man of twenty four hours, one day a week, and this was his day. Business was business and it was time for an important meetin’. A meetin’ with an old friend. His old friend. A certain…Rodney Candycane.