In the next scene, Amy and Jules are getting to know more about each other.
"So, you used to work at the Santa Barbara Police Department, but then you moved to San Francisco, where you are now head detective of the San Francisco Police Department?" Amy making sure that she is correct.
"Yes," Jules replied.
"That is awesome. I myself went from former detective at the 99, to now sergeant."
"That is great, congratulations."
"Thank you, Jules. So, Shawn is your husband, huh?"
"Yes, he is. We've known each other since working at the Santa Barbara Police Department."
"What a coincidence. Me and Jake have known each other since working at the 99. We have been married for a year now. Do you have any kids?"
"No, me and Shawn are fine about not having kids."
"Really? I think you would be a great mom?"
"Well, thank you. That is so nice of you to say. Do you and Jake have any children?"
"No, but we're still working on it."
"Hang it there. I'm sure you will have children."
"Thank you for the support. Just for that, I should give you a binder as a gift. I am obsessed with binders, basically anything that has to do with organizing or rules. I guess you can say it is a turn on for me."
"Really?"
"I was turned on about Jake's attendance record in high school. The zero absences are what got me horny."
It was now noon. Jake and Shawn arrived at a nacho restaurant.
"Alright, here is our first stop to get some information about the Food Truck Bandit," Jake said.
Jake and Shawn are getting out of Jake's car. Shawn notices the name of the restaurant on the sign.
"Nacho Cheese," Shawn reads.
"Yep. Whoever came up with the name for the place is a genius," Jake replied.
"Who would you say came up with the name?" Shawn asked.
"Either the owner or one of the workers," Jake replied. If it was one of the workers, he or she deserves so much credit."
"And a huge promotion," Shawn said.
"Damn straight," Jake agreed. Shawn and Jake then high five each other.
"Since we're here, we might as well get a bite to eat because I am in a mood for a nacho right now." Jake said.
"Noice," Shawn replied.
Jake and Shawn are in the restaurant. A slim man with gelled dark hair, blue eyes, wearing a nacho cheese shirt and blue jeans walks up to them.
"Hello gentlemen. I am Rick Smith, the owner of Nacho Cheese."
"I'm detective Jake Peralta and this is psychic Shawn Spencer."
"That is right and no I am not one of those psychics who can look into the crystal ball and see the future nonsense. I have psychic abilities that I can use when solving cases."
Rick shrugs his shoulders. "Okay, would you like for me to show you to your table?"
"Absolutely, but I have some questions to ask you first. Do you happen to know a man by the name of Thomas Bradford?" Jake asked.
"Goes by the name of the Food Truck Bandit. Ring any bells, Ricky?" Shawn asked.
"Sir, I would appreciate it if you do not refer to me as Ricky," Ricky replied.
"Hey, I am the psychic with the abilities to solve cases. I should have the right to refer to you as Ricky, plus I'm starving, and you wouldn't like me when I'm starving," Shawn said.
"That's telling him Spencer," Jake replied then he looks back at Ricky. "Anyways, any information about Thomas Braford?" he asked.
"Yes, he used to work here, but he quit a few years ago. He did not like how I was too hard on him when it came to making nachos just right. He is a good guy, but he just could not take it anymore. I can be hard on my employees at times, but it is just me coming from a good place," Ricky explained.
"Do you know if he ended up getting another job?" Jake asked.
"Also, when was the last time you saw him?" Shawn asked.
"I heard he was working at Mario's pizza. I also have not seen him since he quit working here. Now, he is out and about stealing food trucks. It is sad that he has become the Food Truck Bandit."
"Thanks for the information Mr. Smith," Jake then claps his hands together and rubs them quickly. "Let's eat!" Jake smiles and is excited to finally get some lunch with Shawn.
12:05 p.m., Rosa, Gus, and Charles are sitting in the car, as they are looking at the Mario's pizza restaurant from across the street.
"There it is. Mario's pizza, the best pizza in the city," Charles said.
"I bet we can get some information about Thomas Bradford," Rosa replied.
Gus is curious about what kind of perfume Rosa is wearing. He slowly leans closer to her while she is looking from the window. He sniffs her a little bit until she turns her head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rosa confronting Gus.
"Sorry, but you seem like one of those women who smell good. I was curious about what kind of perfume you are wearing," Gus explained.
"I don't wear perfume."
"You still smell good. That just means you have good hygiene."
"Look, you seem like a nice guy, but if you sniff me again, I'll" break your nose so bad that you will not be smelling anything. Got it!"
"Understood. Not only are you sexy in leather, but you're also sexy when you get angry."
Rosa looks at Gus with an uncomfortable look on her face. Shen then explains a plan to Gus and Charles.
"Alright, here is the plan. Charles, you and Gus are going inside Mario's pizza to hopefully get some information about the Food Truck Bandit. I'll" be in the car while on the lookout, just in case I see the guy."
"We're on it," Charles said. Charles and Gus are getting out of the car.
"Hey, me and Gus are going to get some pizza while we're inside, you want us to bring you back a slice?" Charles asked.
"No, I'm good," Rosa replied.
"C'mon, you don't know what you're missing," Charles trying to change her mind.
"You're going to be missing some teeth if you don't get in there," Rosa angrily replied.
"Alright, then," Charles said. He and Gus head to Mario's pizza.
Amy is calling Rosa from her walkie-talkie.
"Amy calling Rosa, pick up, over."
"What's up?"
"Rosa, you're supposed to say 'over' when you're done talking, over."
Rosa rolls her eyes. "What's up? Over."
"Guess what, someone has a crush on you, over."
"Who, Charles Again? Over?"
"No, over."
"Terry, over?"
"Terry is married, over."
"Please don't tell me its Hitchcock or Scully because that would be gross, over."
"What?! No! Its Gus, over."
"Shawn's best friend?"
"Shawn's best friend what? Over."
"Alright Amy, enough with the ending our sentences with 'over' like the SpongeBob and Patrick crap!"
"That was Brian & Stewie from Family Guy."
"Really? Damn it, why did I think it was SpongeBob and Patrick?"
"Well, do you like him? Over."
"Who, Gus?"
"Who, Gus? What, over."
"Damn it Santiago! Enough with the say 'over' after every [bleep]sentence!"
"Okay, sorry. So, do you like Gus?"
"Look, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not my type."
"Are you sure. He's really into you and thinks your name is lovely."
"That explains why he sniffed me when he thought I was wearing perfume."
"That's too bad. Gus is going to be disappointed."
"Well, I hope he doesn't end up like Charles where I keep rejecting him, but he can't take a hint."
"Come on. I'm sure Gus is not like Charles."
"I'll" see when I finally tell him."
Suddenly, a man continuously sings, "Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa" when seeing her. Rosa's eyes grew wider when seeing the man continuously singing her name, as he is walking towards the car.
"Oh no," Rosa said.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked.
"It's Doug Judy. I gotta go," Rosa then turns off her walkie-talkie.
Doug Judy approaches the car to talk to Rosa.
"Hey Rosa. Long time, no see. You missed me?"
"What do you want Judy?" Rosa feeling annoyed.
"You happen to know anything about Thomas Bradford, also known as The Food Truck Bandit?"
"Yeah, I'm on the lookout for him."
"Well, I was wondering if I could help you track down than son of a bitch."
"Why?"
"Because that bastard is a copycat! I am the only bandit in this city! I bet he has stolen over 200 food trucks, just like how I have stolen over 200 Pontiacs.
"Actually, he has stolen 500 food trucks."
"What the [bleep]?" Doug Judy is outraged.
"What's the big deal? He has stolen food trucks, while you have stolen cars."
"I don't give a damn! We need to find and arrest his ass for good. Plus, Doug Judy could use some reward money right about now."
"There is no reward money."
"Why not?"
"The 99 doesn't give away reward money like its free candy."
"The 99 are some stingy mother[bleep]!"
Gus and Charles are inside Mario's pizza.
"Mario!" Charles greeting Mario.
"There's my favorite customer," Mario greeting Charles. He is the owner of his own pizza restaurant. He is a balding man with a moustache.
"Mario, I would like two slices of pizza. One for me and one for my pal Gus here."
"Sure. Anything for you Charles."
"By the way, do you know anything about Thomas Bradford?" Charles asked.
"Also known as 'the Food Truck Bandit'?" Gus continued.
"Yeah, I know him," Mario said. "He used to work here for a few months. Then he decided to leave so he could start his own food truck business."
"Did you ever give him a hard time?" Charles asked.
"Absolutely not. He was the best employee I ever had. I begged him to say, but he wanted to pursue his dream, which did not last long since he is now stealing food trucks," Mario explained.
"So, Charles says your pizza is the best in the city, is that true?" Gus asked.
"Trust me Gus, Mario's pizza is out of this world. The Cheese and the tomato sauce are magnificent. As far as the crust, not too crunchy, but not too soft either," Charles explained.
Back to the scene with Rosa and Doug Judy.
"So, what do you say? Shall we track down that food truck son of a bitch together?" Doug Judy asked.
"Fine, you can come," Rosa replied.
"Yes!" Doug Judy excited. "You and me working side by side."
"I'm also working with Charles and Gus."
"Who's Charles?"
"I work with him at the 99. The short guy with the dark hair."
"Well, who the hell is Gus?"
"He's from Santa Barbara. He came with some other people, so he's helping us with the case."
Charles and Gus are back from Mario's Pizza. Charles brings back Rosa a slice a pizza, even though she said she was good.