"Hello? What have we here?", Dodger had noticed a Cadillac limo passing by him and the gang.
"All right! A chauffeur shuffle!", exclaimed Tito eagerly.
"Listen up! Einstein, gimmie a fender bender at two lights", Dodger instructed and the dopey Great Dane nodded.
"Tito, you're in charge of electronics.", this made the Chihuahua shake with excitement.
"Rita and I'll work the crowd. Francis…"
"I know. My public awaits.", and last but not least, the Bulldog answered dramatically not missing a beat.
"Hey, but what about me? What do I do?", asked the kitten ready to help any way he can.
Dodger almost forgot about him. He mentally slapped himself.
"You help Tito.", the dog added finally.
"All right! Come on, gato, eh, Uncle Tito will show you how it's done.", Tito put a paw around the cat's little shoulder.
"Ready? Go!", commanded Dodger and everybody split.
He and Rita mingled with some people on the street and waited.
"You feel alright about letting Tito watch over the kid?", Rita asked.
"Yeah, I ain't worried.", he lied, obviously.
The dog was in fact very worried, given that Tito was about the same size as the cat which meant that if something were to go wrong, the Chihuahua would most likely have no chance of helping the kitten.
"Really? 'Cause you sure do look worried to me.", Rita replied smugly.
Dodger was mildly caught off guard.
"If ya say so." He tried to act indifferent while observing Einstein to make sure he's doing thing he told him to.
"The kid seems to have a crush on you." This made Dodger's eyes pop out. He looked both horrified and embarrassed.
"No! Not like that, you dumb dog! The kinda crush kids have on someone they see as a role model.", she corrected herself, or rather clarified her former comment "You're like a superhero to him. It's kinda cute."
Dodger didn't know what to say. This made him feel great and terrible at the same time.
"Heh, what can I say, I'm one of kind.", he said, trying to sound cocky but Rita knew him too well.
Just as he finished his sentence, Einstein charged at the limo and hit it good.
Both Rita and Dodger winced.
"Do you think he'll be all right?", Rita was first to ask.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure he'll be fine. He's a large boy.", he didn't necessarily sound convincing.
"Look at Frankie!", said Rita amused.
"Yeah, he's really milkin' it, isn't he…", Dodger laughed.
"Dodge, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Uh-Oh. 'Dodge', meant the topic was sensitive and the time wasn't right.
"Are you trying to help the kid because he's like you?"
Dodger looked troubled.
"I-", the mutt began but was interrupted by a growl.
Out of nowhere the car started and both dogs thought that was their que but something flew out of the right window and the crowd noticed them.
"Let's get outta here!", called Dodger.
The gang hid in a corner full of cardboard boxes and other junk.
"Where's the kid?", Rita asked Dodger worried.
"Cough-cough He musta been in the car, man!", the toasted Chihuahua answered.
Okay, now Dodger was very worried.
"You were supposed to keep an eye on him, Tito!", he put an extra emphasis on his name to let him know how pissed he was.
"Cough, well, it's hard to watch anything when you're getting barbequed, man!", Tito had a point there.
"What are we gonna do, Dodge?", Rita asked her friend.
He jumped out of a box and said "Tito, come with me! The rest of you, go back to Fagin.", and then ran off with Tito.
"You really screwed up this time.", Dodger told him while they were chasing the limo.
"Give me a break, man, it wasn't my fault, man!", Tito defended himself.
"It clearly was, though! I can't trust you with anything!", Dodger raised his tone.
"Dodger, man, calm down, I'm sorry.", and then Dodger realized he was actually yelling at his friend. Probably because he was running and gasping but that wasn't the case.
"There!", he pointed at the limo that parked near a large house.
Dodger tried to go in but the door closed right in his face.
"Crap!", he exclaimed.
"Man, check it out! How many people live here?", Tito was clearly impressed with the size of the house but that was a given since he was, well, tiny.
"Let's get back to the gang, we need help!"
And with that the two dogs ran back to Fagin.