"The Fuzz is here!" Redd whispered urgently. "Quick, hide that painting, and put that amazing machine under those boxes!" A couple of unseen minions quickly did Redd's bidding while he dealt with the cops.
"No officer…I was just packing up for the night!" Redd said. This was true- it was almost midnight and he had to get ready for a long day of selling tomorrow.
"Are you sure?" The lean dog in a red uniform asked again. His companion, a slouching young dog, was staring at a bumblebee that had landed on a flower.
"Yes, I'm sure." Redd mumbled. "Now if you don't mind…I have to be leaving." Redd disappeared into his tent. He wiped his brow and quickly packed the rest of his stolen objects. He had a long trek ahead of him, and he couldn't be late...