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Harv was standing outside the Ice Plant as the Jefe and his men looked around inside. "I wonder what this is all about," he said.

"I dunno," said Vivaldi, "But it was imortant enough that they bundled up Vera and threw her in the back of the ice truck."

Deep inside Harv, little wheels began to turn slowly. He started to feel something that heretofore had never been inside him. His eyes narrowed. His jaw thrust forward. He stood taller and put his hands on his hips. He was experiencing the "Hero Rescues the Damsel" mode.

"We must go and rescue the damsel!" he said.

"What do you mean 'we?' I don't recall volunteering for any rescuing."

"Come, Vivaldi! We are needed!" Harv grabbed Vivaldi by the scruff and jumped into the Jefe's car. Biggles, startled by a leaf falling from a tree, ran and jumped into the back seat. Harv Fired up the engine and floored it.

"Which way did they go, trusty canine companion?"

"You do realize that we just stole the Chief of Police of an entirely corrupt Latin American nation's car, don't you?"