"I have discovered an amazing discovery," Donald Trump droned. "Archie belongs with Betty, not Veronica."
The news (or whatever) was on the tv. For some reason, Ryder decided to watch it. "Ugh, I don't wanna see this, Ryder," said Skye. "Me neither," Rubble agreed. "Why is this even on?" asked Rocky. "We don't live in the states."
"Quite the contrary, Rocky. I was born in New York, the most American place on earth."
Rocky shook his head "Ryder, our television show was made by Canadians. We live in Canada. You weren't born in New York."
"Oh yeeeaah, I totally forgot!"
Chase, Marshall, and Zuma came rushing in. "Out, OUT!" Zuma yelled. "What's going on?" asked Ryder.
"Sweetie figured out that Chase illegally immigrated from Germany and now the Barkingburg officials are coming after us!"
"We don't live in America, guys. It's okay. And besides, illegal immigrants only come from Mexi-"
"WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED," Takedown's voice rang out.
"Dang," muttered Marshall.
"Are you implying that Tracker is an illegal immigrant, Ryder?" Rocky inquired.
Ryder did a facepalm. "Oh right, Tracker. I forgot about him."
A grenade spontaneously appeared on the floor. Oh wait, uh... It was thrown in.
A grenade was thrown into the lookout. "Take cover!" Ryder commanded. However, they weren't fast enough.
Takedown walked up to the remains of the building. He reached a paw up to his face... and pulled it off. It was actually a mask.
"Ha ha, you're toooooo late!" Swiper declared.