We now return to Jacob's Coyote, Howl to the Chief.
Jacob, you've got to talk to your coyote.
I mean, heck, he's the president now!
- Mmh, good dialogue. - Right?
That coyote is more of a father to me than you'll ever be.
What makes you so sure he's not your father?
- What the-- - Don't ruin this!
That's right, Jacob, that coyote is...
[crickets] What the heck?
You ruined it!
- What the cricket was that noise? - It sounded like a cricket, sir.
- Is the coyote Jacob's father? - Shh, shh, shh!
[crickets]
- I said, "Shh, shh, shh!" - Sorry.
Let's just turn the volume up.
I can tell already this cricket thing is going to be a problem.
This cricket wants to play games? OK.
Let's see how you like to play a little game I like to call...
smoking poison cans!
And we're back.
[coughing]
Did you say "smoking poison can"?
Yeah, I know it's not the best name for a game, but don't worry.
I got a gas mask.
You don't happen to have two gas masks, do you, sir?
Oh, good call!
[coughing]
Safety first!
[laughs] Yeah!
- Yes! Just got another one! - You caught a criminal?
No, I just roped another steer in this cowboy video game.
There's no way you're winning this competition.
Yes, I am.
You see, I'm riding a virtual horse.
I'm putting myself in Dad's mindset when he lost his saddle.
Wait, you're still trying to find Dad's saddle?
I thought we were competing to catch more criminals.
I can do two things at once, Mika.
[scoffs] You can lose two things at once.
[laughs]
That laugh was fake!
Do you seriously think you're going to win because of...
You know what, Mika? Oh, well...
[Mika] I'm actually sorry for you!
[Mika] I'm really sad!
[screaming over each other]
- [blows whistle] - Ahh!
Oh, dude, I have sensitive ears!
- Oh... - Yeah, man.
[blows whistle]
Oh...
Uh, what's with the outfit?
Yeah, did you get a job at Boot Locker?
No, I got a job at Ladies' Boot Locker.
- [giggles] Nice. - Yeah.
I got something for both of you.
Uh, you got us a scoreboard?
Yes. For this contest that you're currently engaged in
to keep score.
It's a feasible way to...
Where'd you get it?
Uh, at the scoreboard store.
But what's the score?
I'm winning. I caught two criminals last night.
Put it on the board, Schwoz!
I said, put it on the board!
What do you think I'm doing?
And I'm also close on this graffiti case.
I think it's the Wall Dogs, but it could also be the Graffiti Girls.
And I've narrowed it down to three suspects for the Fudge Heist.
It's either the Fudge Girls, the Fudge Dogs or the Fudge Cats.
Either way, I'll have both of these cases wrapped up by the end of the day
and maybe even get some info about my dad's saddle.
Meanwhile, ol' Miles here will probably still be playing video games.
[game voice] Go get 'em, cowboy.
Heh, roped another steer!
I'm so gonna win.
Hey, the scoreboard police!
Miles, honey, go get the door. I'm busy winning.
Now, the reason I think it's the Fudge Dogs is because I found...
- Hello, ladies. - We're sorry!
- For what? - We stole the fudge.
- Obviously. - Ah...
But now we feel guilty and we want to turn ourselves in.
Oh, of course you do.
- No! - Oh, yes.
[crying] Take us to jail!
My pleasure, just one moment.
Someone hit me three times!
[sighs] If you ladies want to just climb aboard.
Nice.
It's OK. It's fine.
I'll just have to work that much harder.
- Can I borrow the Man Copter? - You need a pilot's license.
- What about the Man Van? - A drive's license.
- The Man Boat? - Fishing license.
Well, I need a way to get around town, and catch a bunch of crims.
You can take the Man Buggy, it drives itself.
So I don't need a license for that?
All you need are these retro pair of shades.
They said they had a friend.
Don't forget me! I need to go to jail, too.
Guess that makes four.
Nice.
Night after night, I patrol these crime-ridden streets.
Actually, I just started five minutes ago.
Oh, a bad guy!
Turn around, Man Buggy!
[tires screeching]
This city takes a toll on you.
Seventy-five cents, to be specific.
I'm so sorry, I don't have any change.
Just mail the ticket to the Man's Nest and I will pay...
Wait a second...
Are you illegally streaming a children's television show on your phone?
Is that some kind of crime?
It's called piracy, matey!