The man in the fedora drove down the Miracle Mile in Al Capone's 1930 V16 Cadillac. There seemed to be some mysterious force surrounding those who entered the orbit of that nasty chimp brash natural primate that he was, which exiled those who got too close into Film Noir characters from the last century.

The man in the fedora saw a blue light flashing in his mirrors. "Oh Oh he thought. (ironically) This is gonna be fun.

The Chicago policeman tapped on the man in the fedora's window and motioned for him to roll down and window and said "Can I see your license and registration and your parade permit?"
"Parade permit?" asked the man in the fedora?
"Well that car is 80 years old and does not have any signal lights or brake light. Hey, is this right? is your name really Sham Spayed?
"Yeah, that's my name. Don't wear it out."
"Weeelll Be gosh and be gorin Mister Spayed. I'm soo please t' meet ye. May the blessing of the Emerald Isle be upon you."
"Thank you officer Fits Patrick."
"Hey what's happenin to me hat? Its turnin into a wee helmet and me buttons are gettin bigger and brassier. I'm turnin all Keystone!!"
"The officer's sleek Dodge Charger police interceptor has changed into a boxy 1930s paddy wagon and to the accompaniment of a tinkly piano, a madcap chase ensues. Officer Fits Patrick chases the paddy wagon and dives into it wiithe the 20 other officers as it passes him by. This chase can only end at one place Fishies Chip Stand, under the el.