Ace stopped, squinted, and began making high-pitched clicking noises while flapping his elbows. "Listen, Mr. Tooth-y-Pants. I have your second cousin twice removed in a zippered format. You want him back? Show me where they’re keeping the stolen albino crawfish!" The alligator blinked, hissed, and swiped its tail.
"Lovely evening for a sacrifice, isn't it?" Ace barked, leaning inches from the woman’s face. "Excuse me?" she recoiled. subtitle Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
He stood up, his Hawaiian shirt clashing violently with the velvet curtains. With a rhythmic, hip-thrusting strut, he approached the table. I have your second cousin twice removed in a zippered format
He spun around, dodging a bewildered waiter, and sprinted toward the kitchen. He slid across the floor on his knees, threw open the back door, and came face-to-face with a massive, very much alive alligator blocking the alleyway. "Lovely evening for a sacrifice, isn't it
"The bag, madam! It’s alive! Or rather, it was until your husband turned it into a snack-carrier!" Ace snatched the purse, sniffing it deeply. "Aha! Just as I suspected. Traces of swamp-water and... is that Grey Poupon? You’ve been kidnapped, Boffo! But Daddy’s here now!"