*roaring down the highway with the windows down, dog's head hanging in the breeze, and "Me and Bobby McGee" blaring from the radio...AM o'course...*

"10-4 Dave...Mbo, what's your 20?"

"Got an ID on Blondie....saw him chucking bottles off the edge of the highway a few miles back....must be shaking in his huraches by now. Maybe he needed a tow???"

"Don't worry about the Smokies, Dave, there's nothing that this little gal hasn't been able to get her way out of with a wink and a smile......"

"Got the keg on ice in the back...catch you all at the strip! Big Dawg is set to HOWL!!!"

*Chev roars past the sherrifs rig at the side of the road-the driver leaning out to blow a kiss to Smokey as she flies by*