Summary:
Michael loses his pants while chasing an armed female robber after removing his belt and attempting to knock a gun from her grasp.
In his latest adventure, Michael Knight navigates the neon-lit streets of Los Angeles in his iconic car, KITT. Each twist and turn brings him into a new mystery, where he is ready to use his intelligence and KITT's advanced technology to bring justice to those in need. When the sun sets, the city buzzes with activity. A new mission awaits Michael. The goal: uncover the mastermind behind a series of robberies plaguing the downtown area before more innocent lives are affected.
Michael activates KITT's scanning systems, and the dashboard lights up with data as they explore the vibrant streets. They quickly identify a pattern in the crimes, bringing them closer to a suspect possibly hiding in plain sight.
KITT's Anamorphic Equalizer unexpectedly detected an attractive female attempting to steal a wallet from a well-dressed gentleman while kissing him. KITT's circuits whirred into action, poised to intervene. With a swift motion, the car's automated voice echoed through the air, alerting the unsuspecting man of the unfolding deception. "Young lady, that wallet doesn't belong to you," KITT's voice rang out, cutting through the ambient noise. The woman paused, her eyes widening in surprise, as the gentleman turned to face her, confusion etched on his face, while Michael leaped out of the car, ready to diffuse the situation. "I suggest you return that wallet before things escalate," he said, his tone firm but calm, hoping to avoid further confrontation.
The tension in the air thickened as the woman hesitated, glancing between the two men, weighing her options. Finally, with a deep breath, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the wallet, her resolve crumbling under their gazes. "You're right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she extended the wallet toward the gentleman, who looked equally relieved and wary. But before anything else happened, she took off at a run down the dimly lit alley, her heart pounding. The sound of footsteps chased after her, echoing in the stillness of the night, but she couldn't look back; she had to get away.
Michael was amazed at how fast she ran, her long strides carrying her effortlessly over the ground. She seemed to glide effortlessly, the wind sweeping past her as she maintained an impressive pace that left him in awe. Unfortunately for her, the woman dashed towards an alleyway that offered no escape. Realizing what she had done, she quickly turned around, her expression changing from confidence to a hint of panic. Michael watched as she assessed her surroundings, searching for an alternate route while still attempting to keep her breath steady. The woman pulled out a gun suddenly, and a shot rang out. The bullet missed.
Michael had the crazy idea of removing his belt and using it as a makeshift whip to disarm her before she could shoot again. Time was crucial; he could see the flicker of desperation in her eyes.
She attempted to shoot again, but the gun jammed, and Michael successfully knocked it out of her hands.
An opening was apparent when Michael bent down to retrieve the gun, and the women took advantage. She sprang into action, swiftly maneuvering around him. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she made her escape.
Michael placed the gun in his waist and attempted to run after her, but his pants fell below his knees, causing him to drop the weapon.
KITT arrived at the scene and almost laughed at the sight of Michael struggling to regain his dignity. "Michael, I must say, this is quite an unusual chase," KITT quipped, his voice laced with amusement. As Michael fumbled with his pants, he shot a frustrated glare at the car, realizing he needed to think quickly to catch up to the woman before she disappeared into the night.
Michael faced two choices: continue fumbling with his pants or remove them entirely. He chose the latter, feeling a wave of liberation wash over him. Standing half-exposed yet free, he laughed at the absurd situation.
The woman had left long ago, so Michael grabbed his pants and the gun. He entered KITT's cabin, wearing only his underpants.
"Don't you think removing your pants is an unconventional way to attempt to catch a suspect?" KITT questioned, struggling to suppress his loud laughter.
Suddenly embarrassed and eager to regain his composure, Michael retorted, "Just focus on getting us out of here, KITT. I'll worry about my wardrobe later!"
Later on, a routine police patrol apprehended the woman as she attempted another robbery.