Another day at the Shlubs.

We've had a bit of a dry spell with new cases.

But now that you're here, I suspect the game will soon be afoot.

It's your old chum Snoop, famous dog detective on assignment in Flugerville.

I've been training a new recruit for the dog detective agency,

hoping to win my way back to the bustling streets of London.

Say hello, Sniffy.

Hello, Sniffy.

Righto. Have you heard any news about a new case by chance?

Nothing to report from the field. I've asked Putt to go deep underground in search of a case for us to solve.

Ah, yes, Poot the Groundhog. She's very good at undercover work. Although, let's not encourage her

too much, shall we, old boy. She's likely to start thinking she's a real detective.

Like you and me? Uh, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Sniffy. You're a trainee.

You've got a long way to go.

You're on the centre of something.

Could it be a case?

He's headed for the doggie door.

Come along then.

This might be just the break we've been looking for.

You know when you smell something that smells really terrible, but you just can't stop smelling it?

I do know what you mean, Sniffy. I once got on the scent of a soggy newspaper for over an hour. Very distracting. I once got on the scent of a soggy newspaper for over an hour. Very distracting.

I once got on the scent of a head of lettuce that had gone south.

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