All language subtitles for Slingshot.Cops.2016.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG2_English

(upbeat synthesizer music)

- [Willie John] All
right all right, eh.

- True Willie John, true.

What's cracking in
Woodsville Center?

- Oh business is
booming, Cashmere.

(static audio)
(radio tuning)

People love them some works.

(chuckles)

- Don't call them works.

- I told you.

Sorry, Cashmere.

- The contents in this box
oughta keep business booming.

Get it to Kimmy and
Pitt right away.

They still operating the
back, 27 Foster Street?

- Right-o, boss.

(static audio)
(radio tuning)

(tuner fizzles)

- Cops?

- In Woodsville Center we sell

with impunity, them
cops don't care.

- Hey, three Brawny Beast 2000s!

- Yeah, and you better
get a good price for them.

(loud shaking)

- Snickerdoodle!

Hey Snickerdoodle!

Excuse me, sir!

You hiding behind the boxes!

Have you seen my
cat Snickerdoodle?

Hey Snickerdoodle!

Come come, Snickerdoodle!

- What do you know, a copper

actually on the
beat in this town.

- Energetic fellow.

(upbeat rock music)

- Later, copper!

- You just interfered
with official

police business,
by mandate of the

Woodsville Center
Criminal Concern Center

I command you to wait
here until I have

time to come back
and arrest you for

inadvertent aiding and
abetting of a crime!

Stay!

(laughter)

- Woo!

You getting your morning
exercise, copper?

- More like
exercising my duty to

arrest illegal
fireworks traffickers.

- Mayhaps I direct your
attention to this little sign.

We're in Kisson's Crossing now.

Looks like someone's
out of his jurisdiction.

- And by someone he means you.

(laughter)

(slow drum and trumpet music)

- Office Rusty Sinclair,
searching for a feline does

not constitute inadvertent
aiding and abetting.

Not in my jurisdiction.

- Purrrfect work, Rusty.

Looks like you meowed
up the wrong tree again.

- It used to be a man could look

for his cat in an alley all day.

Sans interference.

- Those days
haven't past, Myron.

It's just that some
of our officers

need readjusting
from time to time.

- Like I said, I wasn't
aiding any crime.

Nor abetting.

- Myron, I'm gonna release
you on your own recognizance.

You neither aided nor abetted.

- Thanks, Commissioner.

- Not so fast, Rusty.

You're an energetic
officer Rusty,

but that energy
keeps getting you

into quirky
predicaments like this.

- You haven't
exactly been hitting

it out of the park
lately, Rusty.

- I'm scheduling an
evaluation with Doctor

David Mercer to make
sure you're fit for duty.

- You'll be the guinea pig
for the town's new doctor.

- Once you're deemed
fit, you'll be

paired up with Officer Wolf.

- What?

The Slingshot Cop?

- That's right Rusty,
you've got a partner.

- Well Commissioner,
I guess we're

gonna have to play it your way.

(upbeat synth music)

You know, they
might make for fun

sidewalk drawings,
boys and girls,

but real life fireworks are an

explosive disaster
just waiting to happen.

- [Kids] We love
fireworks, they're fun!

We love fireworks,
we love fireworks.

- [David] Sorry for
the confusion regarding
the appointment.

My assistant Eugene has
made yet another error.

- But Doctor, I was told--

- Enough!

Leave us!

(door closes)

Some say that shaking
hands is old fashioned,

but we doctors are
nothing if not formal.

Doctor David Mercer.

General practitioner.

- I'm Rusty Sinclair, I'm a cop.

Always have been,
always will be.

- Not if I don't find
you fit for duty.

- Oh I'm fit.

- What was that?

- I said I'm fit.

Fit as a fiddle!

- Simmer down.

Now why don't you explain
your latest incident.

- Okay Doc, we'll
play it your way.

(jazzy bass guitar music)

- The commish told
me to give you this.

Now that you're on
a beat, you gotta

clock in at the checkpoints.

- This is an insult.

- Just play it their
way for a little

while, things will
work themselves out.

Why don't you take some
java to your new partner.

Maybe it'll get him going.

No promises.

- Sleeping on the
job is dereliction of
duty, Officer Wolf.

- Yeah yeah, partner.

Don't hassle me so early
on the morning, or ever.

Let's keep doing the job.

- Come on.

- Little Denny, take my card.

Take my partner's card too.

- I can't believe this lethargy.

I'm punching my own card.

My Criminal Concerns
Officer's oath is to

fight crime, not to
find the easy way out.

You can abandon your duty Wolf,
but I'm gonna walk my beat.

(electronic synth music)

- Here you go, kid.

- King-sized, thanks!

- Lunch time!

(slow french accordion music)

How was the beat, kid?

Any crimes to report?

- No, things are peaceful.

- Two hours of walking,
two hours of sleeping,

six of one, half
dozen of another.

Please bring my
partner of cupcake.

- Coming right up, Officer Wolf.

- We officers have
to relax a bit.

And stay regular.

- Thanks.

- Take it easy, kid.

All that walking must've
tuckered you out.

- I'm not looking
to cut any corners,

I just wanna be
a good cop, Wolf.

- The commissioner doesn't
care if you're a good cop.

So long as you
don't rock the boat.

- Can I get two
vanilla bean cupcakes?

- Sure.

- So how come I never see
you with your slingshot?

- Will that be all?

Sir, you need to pay for your
two vanilla bean cupcakes!

- I refuse to pay.

Nothing tastes better
than free cupcakes.

Ha!

- Help, cupcake larceny!

(suspenseful synth music)

Oh wow.

- Curse these
thrill-seeking preppies.

(laughs)

Thrill-seeking preppies always

return to the
scene of the crime.

I'm going out the back door.

Good.

Looks like somebody's
gonna spend

a night in the Iron Bar Hotel.

- Please officers, I'm
just a thrill-seeker.

All the preppies are doing it!

It's a right of passage!

- You've got a right of passage
to the town jail, preppy.

Let's go, Wolf.

(dramatic country banjo music)

- Here you go, Pip.

Come on and get it.

You should've seen me today Pip,

you would've been
so proud, it was

expert police work
the way Wolf and

I took down that
thrill-seeking preppy.

All right Pippy, time
for you to eat up.

You have to stay in
top physical condition

if we're ever going
to convince the

commissioner to make
you the next crime pup.

Come on, eat your food.

(upbeat synth music)

(knocking)

(barking)

- Hey Rusty, I heard
about your arrest today.

Nice work.

- I suppose you're here for your

tuning fork and
your sheet music.

You can come in.

- Rusty, why do you
have to be so cold?

- Here it is.

Tuning fork's right here.

- Come on Rusty,
keep your head up.

- Yeah Rusty.

Hey maybe this
will cheer you up.

Vance here's running for mayor.

Every vote's very important.

I should know, being his
campaign manager and all.

- Oh Pippy, what a good girl.

How I missed you.

- Well she hasn't missed you.

Pippy, stay with me.

- Sure looks like she missed me.

- Rusty, I know
you're probably not

very pleased with me
right now what with

my current situation
dating your ex and all,

but I'd still really
like to give you a hug.

- I don't think so, man.

- Hugs are the key component
of Vance's campaign, Rusty.

- All polls indicate
the importance of
the personal touch.

- Yeah, my goal is to
get votes with hugs.

I'll get you next time, pal.

- What are you doing hanging out

with a sleazy politician, Keira?

- He's not sleazy, he's
genuine and he has time for me.

You never had time for
anything but criminal concerns.

- I'm a Criminal
Concerns Officer, Keira.

You can't just turn that off.

- I need someone
who values spending

time with me, and
Vance is that someone.

I hope we can still be friends.

- Hey Rusty, how about
being a contributing

constituent and allowing us to

display this sign in your lawn?

- Yeah, the power of hugs, man!

Some slogan, huh Rusty?

- Not now, Vance.

- Okie dokie!

(dramatic xylophone music)

(gentle acoustic
guitar and flute music)

- Greetings, vagabond man.

- I find your
accent incongruous.

- I am from Eastern Europe.

I believe your
people would use the

vocabulary term
vigilante to describe me.

- Ah, say, I have a
fierce hunger in my gut.

- Some cheese?

- I'm an American, I
don't eat stinky cheese.

- Say vagabond man, which way to

the town called
Woodsville Center?

- Follow the path,
Eastern European.

Off to the left.

- Then I must bid you adieu,
my dear fellow of the woods.

(easy listening music)

(high-pitched humming)

(loud reverberating pitch)

- My hearing!

My hearing!

Where did it go?

Where did it go?

- Hey Wolf, nice
arrest yesterday.

- We put that
preppy in his place.

- Preppies.
(phone rings)

- Woodsville Center,
Criminal Concerns Department.

- [Billy] Hello,
I'm little Billy.

I'm just seven years old.

- Well hello, little Billy.

How can we help you today?

- [Billy] I need the phone
number to call my great grandpa.

- Okay sweetie,
where does he live?

- [Billy] He lives in
Heaven with the angels.

- Awww, that means
he's an angel too.

Angels don't use phones.

Just fold your hands and say I

believe in you,
great grandfather.

Then maybe Saint Peter
will allow him to visit.

Thanks for calling.

That preppy should've
known better

than to try to rip
off that cupcake shop.

Your home away from home.

- You know, we might have done a

better job stopping
that preppy if

you still carried
your slingshot.

- Let me tell you a story.

About a Criminal
Concern Officer.

Hard working.

Good with a slingshot.

Then he stuck his
neck out and then

he got beat up something fierce.

- Are you this officer?

- After that day, I
put my slingshot in

this drawer and it
hasn't come out since.

- But you're the
original Slingshot Cop.

The lone wolf of
law enforcement.

- Long wolf, slingshots, those
days are behind me, Rusty.

Come on, there's a park
bench with my name on it.

- You can nap Wolf, I got an
address I gotta check out.

27 Foster Street.

(phone rings)

- Hello, Doctor David's office.

- Please put me through
to Doctor David.

- One moment please.

Doctor David, it's for you.

- Who is it?

- I didn't ask.

- You didn't ask,
you nincompoop?

Remind me why I pay you, Eugene.

Doctor David Mercer,
may I help you?

- Doctor David, this is
Commissioner Adabato.

I just wanna thank
you for getting

Rust back on the
straight and narrow.

- Just doing my
job, Commissioner.

- Can I tempt you to join the

undersheriff and me
for lunch at Debby's.

- I wish I could, but I'm
sure I have an appointment.

Bye now.

Eugene, if I'm
wearing my eye mask,

it means that I do not
want to be disturbed.

My rest periods are of the
utmost importance to me.

- I'm sorry, Doctor David.

- And these crackers.

What have I told you about my
intense dislike for parmesan?

- But sir, these
are the French onion

flavored crackers you requested.

I can show you the box.

- Never mind.

Leave me be.

(dramatic synth music)

- Over three
continents I've roamed

under golden suns
and inky black night!

All in the name of
stopping the great,

eternal, evil entity
known as Sensefoot!

Thank you, good citizen!

I am on a mission
seeking justice!

Hello good sir, officer
of the law I take it.

Over three continents
I've roamed,

under golden suns and
inky black nights,

traveling the world
in search of the

great and eternal evil
is the Sensefoot entity.

- Entity?

Is that an Eastern
European word?

- Sir, take this pamphlet!

Read, read about Sensefoot!

- Good luck, buddy.

- You madam, you
madam, you must...

(jazzy bass guitar music)

- Gotcha!

The jig is up, punks!

Hands where I can see them!

- We're just carrying
a box here, copper.

You wanna catch us, you
go get yourself a warrant.

Until then, get out of our hair.

- I got news for you
bud, I don't need

a warrant when I got certainty.

You got fireworks in there!

- Don't touch him, we'll press

charges and you'll
be off the force.

- I got news for
you honey, some of

my best work's been
done off the force.

- [Wolf] Gentlemen, lady,
what do we have here?

- Caught these two
lowlifes trying

to sell some fireworks, Wolf.

- Wolf, come on, how long
have we known each other?

- A while.

- Right, a long while.

Now you know Kimmy and me would

never go against the
laws of our fine town.

- That's a technicality.

- Pitt and Kimmy know exactly
what they can get away with.

Rusty, let's get going.

- You heard your boss,
flatfoot, get moving.

- You two are nothing
more than a couple of

low rent circus grifters
playing all the angles!

Come on Wolf, get your blood up.

You and me, we can take down
this fireworks syndicate.

- Cool your jets, kid.

You don't know how high
the syndicate goes.

- Boils me blood to see you on

good terms with
Kimmy and Pitt, Wolf.

They're fireworks dealers,
the lowest of the low.

- I'm done trying.

You've seen that
photo of my face.

I'm finished with the
Criminal Concerns racket.

- You can't be.

I wanna see you go out
on top Wolf, on top!

- I don't know.

- But you were the
lone wolf back then.

Now you got a
partner, we're a team.

Together we can bring
down any challengers.

What do you say, Wolf?

You with me?

- You know what?

A little action might be
fun before I hang it up.

- That's right!

- I'm in!

Not today, little Denny.

The Wolf is back in the game!

(electronic orchestral music)

- We got the goods
on all the principles

in this fireworks
racket, Commissioner.

Requesting permission
for a search and seizure.

- Now Rusty, let's not
get carried away here.

- Code 604-A of the
town constitution

clearly bans all personal
explosives designed

for amusement and/or
atmospheric aesthetics.

- Rusty, we're not
going down this road.

Like the mayor says,
discretion is the

foundation of a good
Criminal Concerns officer.

- What did I tell you?

They never wanna get their
hands dirty around here, Rusty.

- So Mayor Dobson is the
puppet master in this

high stakes game of
personal explosives?

I'm disgusted.

I don't care of it's a sparkler,

a popper, or a bottle
rocket, fireworks bring

an unnecessary
danger into our town.

Sure, hooligans
might like the light

and the noise, but it
terrifies babies and dogs.

I'll fight for the rights of

babies and dogs
'till my dying day.

Every Fourth of July I
have to swaddle poor Pippy

just to prevent her from having

another fireworks-induced
panic attack.

- Looks like you
boys have too much

free time on your current beat.

Robbie, any cases
that'll keep them busy?

- Vagabond Man McMurtry.

Says he woke up from a little
nap, couldn't hear anymore.

- Sounds like a job
for The Slingshot Cops.

- Commissioner, we've
got an urgent call from

the mayor, he's got a
prowler at his house.

- A prowler at the mayor's?

Slingshot Cops, go check it out.

Robbie, you can go check
on Vagabond Man McMurtry.

That fella's been
going deaf for years.

- [Dobson] Vacate my
premises, you crazy man!

- But I have given
the, how you say,

runaround from your
horde of underlings.

And now I have no choice but to

bombard your homestead in this--

(synthpop music)

In the interest of the public,
Sensefoot must be stopped!

- Finally.

Now you officers,
you do something to

get this Eastern
European out of my hair.

- What seems to be
the problem, sir?

- Don't waste your time getting

his side of the
story, Officer Wolf.

Bring him to the
station in chains.

- All right, all right,
you're coming with us.

- No!

I will stay and
have my point heard!

- Sir, you are trespassing
on private property.

- "Private property."

Ha, in my country, birds, sheep,

man, woman, baby
all share the land.

- Well you're in
America now, buddy.

- Just come with us,
we'll sort it out.

- I'll go away this time.

- I'll be coming down
to the station to talk

to the commissioner and
read your full report.

- [Wolf] You're a lot more pushy

than the average
pamphlet pusher.

- I take umbrage at
that moniker, Detective.

- You Eastern Europeans
are all the same

with your big words
and your loud ways.

- My Judeo-Christian
values do not permit

me to make the same
generalizations about you.

- Don't you know you're
in big trouble, pal?

Disturbance of the
peace, trespassing.

- I was taught as a
child that Americans

celebrated acts of
civil disobedience.

- What's gotten you so fired up?

- I was but a young lad when
Sensefoot struck my village.

He stole my sister's
friend's sense

of touch just before
the homecoming ball.

She was unable to
feel the touch of

her betrothed embrace
as they danced.

- Shame.

- And then the cantor,
Edwin the Good,

had his sense of
hearing taken away.

The village was under siege!

- Just like Vagabond
Man McMurtry.

- I've tracked him ever since.

- And you think this man is
here in Woodsville Center?

- Oh he's here.

But he's far from a mere mortal.

Sans intervention,
he'll continue

to use his powers to rob senses.

- You talk all fancy,
just like Doctor David.

- Who is this gentleman?

- Eh, new police shrink.

Don't get me started, fancy guy.

Before I even
walked in his office

he made me take off
my shoes and socks.

- Eastern European,
there's no way

the commish will
let us help you.

- But I am free to
continue my pursuits?

- All right pal,
we're gonna let you

go on your own
personal recognizance.

Don't make us regret it.

Ugh!

We're in America, pal!

We don't eat stinky
cheese around here.

We eat cupcakes.

- Cupcakes are okay,
but we in Eastern

Europe have a more
sophisticated palette.

Citizens, protect your senses!

My research indicates
that Sensefoot

has taken route in your town!

He knows no mercy!

- [Wolf] That Eastern European

sure has a proclivity
for justice.

- [Rusty] You bet
his does, Wolf.

- [Wolf] See you
tomorrow, partner.

(loud whistles and explosions)

- It's okay, it's okay.

Calm yourself, Pippy.

These noisy hooligans.

I've had enough of them.

Pippy, it's time for you to
earn your crime pup badge.

(jazzy funk music)

Howdy, what's shaking lady?

Just getting back
from booting with

the fellas and haven't been on

the fireworks
scene for a minute,

but my little pup here wants to

see some bright lights tonight.

Don't you, Chomps?

So is the super secret
codeword still "boom boom?"

- You look like you wanna
do business, good sir.

Let me get my associate,
wait right here.

- I can dig it, lady.

- Well the demand is way
up on Woodsville Center.

Why don't you consult with your

piggy bank and get
back to me later.

- That cop Rusty
Sinclair is here.

- Come on, this guy
just doesn't give up.

- This is our newest
customer, Pitt.

He's ready to do some
big time business.

- You betcha.

Today was payday
and I'm itching to

spend some bread, if
you know what I mean.

- I know what you
mean, but I don't

do business with just anybody.

I need to know that
I can trust you.

- Your lady friend can
attest, I am a cool cat.

- I don't know you from Adam.

- I am Pebo Jenkins, and
there here is my pup Chomps.

We are in the mood
for some boomsticks.

Extra loud, if you
know what I mean.

- Yeah yeah, I know
what you mean, but I

need you share a swig
of this moonshine

with me just so I
know I can trust you.

- Oh, moonshine.

Well oooh, that's strong stuff.

I'm more of a milk
drinker myself,

gotta stay in shape
for the ladies.

I'm all set.

- No one turns down
Pitt's moonshine.

- Well of course
there was a time in

my younger years
where I did imbibe

in the devil's juice, so why not

another swig of it
for good ol' Pebo?

- That's more like it, Pebo.

You know what, I'm starting to
actually take a shine to you.

- Yeah, you're a
genuine tough guy.

- Woo!

Little stronger
than what grandpa

used to make for me,
but thanks so much.

Now I'm ready to
do some business.

- Not just yet, Pebo.

Pitt may trust you now,
but I don't trust a man

until I've seen him do
the southside shuffle.

- The southside shuffle?

Oh yeah, yeah, the
southside shuffle.

Goes by a different
name depending on

the turf, but I know what
you're talking about.

And a one.

* It's the southside shuffle

* It's the southside shuffle

- Sweet moves.

* It's the southside shuffle

* It's the southside shuffle

* Pebo, Pebo, Pebo won't you
do that southside shuffle

* Pebo, Pebo, Pebo won't you
do that southside shuffle

* It's the southside shuffle

- Guys?

Perhaps I confused the southside

shuffle with the
northside shuffle.

I didn't bring my compass.

Could you come back, I
wanna buy some boomsticks.

Forget it, Pippy.

(upbeat whistle music)

- For all I know, that
Eastern European could've

been hired by Vance Scanlin
to get some dirt on me.

Thankfully there's
no dirt to be found.

- Rusty, Wolf, it's
an election year.

The mayor can't
have undesirables
derailing his campaign.

- Undesirables?

What about the
fireworks dealers?

They run around town with carte

blanche to peddle their wares!

- You're off that case, Rusty.

- Let the people
have their fireworks.

- If a mob of concerned citizens

expressed their concern
about fireworks,

we'd have a
different story here.

(knocking)

- What is it, Annabelle?

- Sorry to interrupt.

The courier said
this was urgent.

- Tsh, nice dance moves, Rusty.

- Why has a concerned
citizen sent in these photos

of you on an undercover,
unauthorized mission?

- What I do on my time
is my business, Mayor.

- I'll let you deal
with this, Commissioner.

I have to take care of, what do

they say, "pressing business."

- Our job is to keep the peace,
not to get things riled up.

Now get out of my sight.

- Ah, preppy, glad to see you're
back to being a law abider.

- That's right
officer, I neither

commit nor abid crime anymore.

- Yeah, he's one of our
best customers now, Rusty.

- Preppy.

- I'm gonna get a
vanilla bean and Wolf

here's gonna go with
the double caramel.

(ominous electropop music)

(loud reverberating pitch)

- I can't smell anything.

Not a scent!

- What's he doing here?

- Apparently our cupcake
lady summoned him.

She's had trouble
tasting things lately.

- Amelia, where are your
crime fighting friends?

If you have a problem
you should just call us.

- Her concerns are within
my jurisdiction, Rusty.

This is a medical matter.

- I thought you
were a counselor.

- I have multiple
doctorates from

several prestigious
institutions, Rusty.

Now go on, Amelia.

- Like I said, I woke
up from sunning myself,

took a sip of my ice coffee,
and couldn't taste it.

I haven't been able to
taste anything since.

Tasting things, doctor,
that's my raison d'etre.

My dishwasher, Ethel,
has been working

double duty as cupcake taster.

- It's true, I both
wash and taste.

- I'll write you a prescription.

Eugene, which one of
these is my prescription?

- It's this one, Doctor David.

- Thank you.

And this little
appointment will be free of

charge for an exchange
of one of your cupcakes.

- Sounds fair.

(sniffs)

- Madagascar vanilla, clove.

A soupcon of nutmeg...

(sniffs)

And a hint of of cardamom.

- Amazing, what a nose.

- I am somewhat
of a connoisseur.

(dramatic synth music)

* La la la la la

* La la la la la

* La la la la la

(gate creaks opens)

(phone rings)

- Criminal Concern Center
of Woodsville Center.

- Emergency!

A dark figure!

In Keira's yard, the singer!

- Okay, pull yourself together
man, we're on the way.

Sheesh, what a nervous ninny.

Rusty, you better
get over to your

old girlfriend's house pronto.

I just got a tip on the Criminal

Concerns line about a prowler.

- I'm on it, Annabelle.

(loud reverberating pitch)

(dramatic synthesizer music)

Keira.

- Who's there?

Get your evil foot away from me!

- Evil foot, Officer Rusty.

That's a clue.

- Get her some water, man!

- Rusty, it's you.

Why can't I see you?

- Keira, did I hear you say
something about an evil foot?

(dramatic synth music)

- Used to be a
person could live in

Woodsville Center and not
get his senses stolen.

Time for me to
rally the citizens.

(dramatic synth music)

(knocking)

- Keira, I'm Doctor
David Mercer.

- Doctor, please come in.

- The doctors down
at the hospital

have asked that I come check up

on you after last
night's ordeal.

- Oh that's so
thoughtful of you.

- People ask me how
can this immortal

Sensefoot creature be stopped.

There is only one way.

All of his senses must be
inundated simultaneously.

- Okay, okay, show's over.
- Nothing to see here.

- Go, move.

- Gentlemen, why have you
interrupted my pontification?

- We need a Sensefoot expert.

- Well sign me up.

- Yeah!

- This way.

- Keira, you must keep up your

nourishment during
this healing process.

Speaking of, any
dinner plans tonight?

- Doctor David, don't
you know I'm spoken for?

- Yes, of course, Vance Scanlin.

An acceptable mayoral candidate.

But does he really know
how to treat a woman?

- Doctor David,
don't you know that's

extremely unprofessional of you?

Please show yourself out.

I need to get to the Criminal

Concern Center to
give my statement.

(ominous synth music)

- Doctor David is pleased,

she's beginning to
identify shapes.

- That's a good sign.

- After being
stricken by Sensefoot,

a victim will regain
his or her senses

within approximately
a fortnight.

- You hear that, Keira?

You'll be 20/20
again in no time.

- Can you describe the
foot in anymore detail?

- An ugly foot.

Evil.

I know it sounds crazy, but it
seemed to have a purple aura.

- Commissioner, there's
a mob of concerned

citizens making its way
towards the station!

The citizens are
really concerned about
this foot menace!

- Sounds like the public's
ready for some change.

- When you say change you mean
a new mayor, don't you Elden?

- Sure do.

- Rusty, you and
the Easter European

have to hold down the fort here.

The lone wolf is breaking
away from the pack.

(upbeat synth music)

(mob rabbling)

- Citizens, citizens,
I understand

your concern, but
let's wait to see what

the commissioner has to
say about this, all right?

- Passing the buck, eh Mayor?

- Polls indicate that
the public has low

confidence in a mayor
who passes the buck.

- We abide no menace in our
town, foot or otherwise.

The Slingshot Cops
are on the case.

- Slingshots are no match
for this Sensefoot being.

- Yes, she's right.

- Yeah, what she said, Mayor!

- I can't see anything.

- She has been blinded.
- What are you gonna do?

- Yeah, come on!

- My vote depends on how
this foot menace is handled.

- I agree with what
everybody's saying!

I should be the mayor!

(dramatic synth music)

- I can live in a state
of terror no more.

- I also can't live in a
state of terror anymore.

- Citizens, trust in
your local leaders.

- We demand satisfaction.

- [Citizen] Fix this.

(crowd murmurs in agreement)

- Petty.

Petty, like some
villagers squabbling

with the barrister over
the potato tariffs.

This is an eternal
menace that has come to

roost in your precious
little American town.

What is it?

- Woodsville Center.

- Ah yes, how quaint.

But so much less quaint
when your town is

under siege from
the greatest thief

of senses the world
has ever known!

You, if your eyesight
was taken, what would

you care for the beauty
of the business district?

And you, the bluebird's
song will not

delight you if you
cannot hear it.

And what good is a cupcake shop

if one cannot taste
its delicacies?

Not to mention Sensefoot
can even steal your

very life by placing his
bare foot on your own.

- The Eastern European
speaks the truth!

- Yeah he does!
- Yeah, he does!

- The Eastern European
speaks the truth!

- He's not lying,
he's honest and true!

- Darn right he does.

Mayor, Commissioner,
I hereby request

that you grant us
permission to set up

a three men task force to bring

down Sensefoot once and for all.

- Yes, we need a task force.

- I agree, we need a task force.

- If that's what the people
want, let's give it a go.

(cheers and applause)

- I can't wait to tell Wolf.

- Doctor David, an
officer approaches.

- Code red, Eugene.

(dramatic synth music)

- What the heck?

Get back here, you shoe thief!

- You know not the forces
with which you meddle.

- Why don't you come
over here and fight

like a man, you
supernatural charlatan.

- I'm no charlatan, officer.

100% pure and honest evil.

- The people of
this town trust you,

and you have the nerve
to steal their senses?

(loud thunk)

The lone wolf's
still got the touch.

- I'll give you the touch.

(dramatic sting)

(loud reverberating pitch)

- Doctor David!

- Eugene, drag his
carcass into the woods.

Then call the Criminal
Concern Center.

Tell them Detective
Wolf attempted

to attack you with
his bare foot,

but you were able to fight him

off and he died in the struggle.

- Doctor David,
no one would think

I'm strong enough to
fight anybody off.

- Of course you are, Eugene.

You have great strength.

And even though you annoy me

at times, I am grateful for you.

(dramatic flute
and guitar music)

- You have no earthly right
to run me out of town, Mayor.

- Go stir up trouble
somewhere else, hooligan.

I have my annual
free throw shooting

competition to worry about.

- I am no hooligan!

Rather, a seeker of justice.

- Justice has been served.

Officer Wolf is dead,
he can no longer

run rampant around
this town stealing

the senses from my constituents.

- I am a Sensefoot expert.

Detective Wolf never displayed
any of the telltale signs.

- He had us all fooled.

Now get out of town and
peddle your hokum elsewhere!

- But he'd been a crime
fighter for so many years,

how could Wolf lead a
double life as Sensefoot?

- Well he sure had you fooled.

- Think about it Rusty, he
left the station claiming

to have "lone wolf"
activities to accomplish.

- Just because he
called himself a

lone wolf doesn't
mean he's Sensefoot!

- Well we received a
report that Doctor David's

assistant Eugene was
assaulted in the woods.

Luckily Eugene was
able to fend Wolf

off until his life
force expired.

- It's an open and shut case.

There's no arguing the
scientific evidence.

Isn't that right,
Doctors Uski and Bowana?

- True, the radioactive
burns were clearly found

in the epidermal pad
region of the metatarsals.

That's the bottom of
the foot, officers.

These findings clearly
match those on the victim.

- Do you mean to tell
me you have indisputable

scientific evidence
that Wolf was Sensefoot?

- That's exactly
what we're saying.

- Well doctors, I guess we'll
have to play this your way.

* I wander over land and sea

* Near and far over the country

* No place that I'd rather be

* Than home with the rising sun

* Under a clear blue sunny sky

* Valleys low and mountains high

* Then too many years gone by

* Away from the rising sun

- Rusty.

Good news, Rusty.

Annabelle here is gonna
be your new partner.

- Excited to start solving
crime with you, Rusty.

- I knew you'd saddle me with

a partner before long, Commish.

- Oh Rusty.

- No need for preamble, Commish.

Don't worry, I'll
play things your way.

Come on.

- [Annabelle] This is so
great, walking a beat.

- [Rusty] Wolf used to have a

contact who'd punch
his card for him.

Wish I could get a hold of that

kid, then I could
take a nice nap.

- No way, silly.

Let's look for some
action on Canal Street.

It's (mumbles).

(cheering)

Let's go see if Vance and Elden

have the proper
permits for this rally.

Come on.

- Maybe if more of us
took the time to give

the poor guy a hug, he
wouldn't have felt the

need to terrorize our
town with his evil foot!

- Vance Scanlin for mayor.

- As your next mayor, I promise

to hug each and
every one of you!

And hugs stop crime!

- Vance Scanlin for mayor!

(cheering)

- Hello gentlemen.

May we please see your permit?

- We're new age
campaigners, officers.

Once Vance Scanlin's
elected to office

he's gonna rid city
hall of red tape.

- Well he's not in office
yet and rules are rules.

- We finished spreading
our love here, officers.

No need for a citation.

We're on our way.

Like I always say,
live in the now.

Let's adjourn to the
swing set, shall we?

(funky synth music)

Now now Rusty, don't
be so glum, man.

Who here wants me to cheer up
this sad officer with a hug?

(cheering)

- Ladies and gentlemen,
please witness the

power of Vance
Scanlin as he hugs the

sadness out of this
Criminal Concerns Officer

who's still mourning his
partner's bitter betrayal.

- Yeah, for those of
you who don't know,

Officer Rusty here,
his former partner

Officer Wolf was
in fact the evil

Sensefoot of which I just spoke!

(cheering)

Let's hear it for Rusty
Sinclair everybody!

- Rusty!

- Eh, new police shrink, don't
get me started, fancy guy.

Before I even
walked in his office

he made me take off
my shoes and socks.

(twangy acoustic guitar music)

- They're selling fireworks.

How brazen.

Come on Rusty, let's bust them.

- Who cares, Annabelle?

The people like their
fireworks, let them have them.

- Hey yo, Rusty, Annabelle,

you guys wanna buy
some fireworks?

(laughs)

- We heard the commissioner
told you to get off our backs.

Beat it, chumps!

- Que sera, sera.

- I believed you.

I believed you were
a wise veteran with

one last lone wolf
mission left in you.

I bought into the
way of the slingshot,

played things your
way, and you were

just playing me all
along, weren't you Wolf?

Why?

Why would you do it?

Why would you
steal the senses of

the people of Woodsville Center?

Why, Wolf, why?

(dramatic piano music)

- There there, Rusty.

You've reached your nadir.

Now let's go get a cupcake.

- I recognize that
stinky cheese.

Eastern European, how
goes your vigilante quest?

- Greetings, vagabond man.

The mayor ran me out of
town, but I had an epiphany.

- I love epiphanies!

- Hello folks, this
is MC Michelle coming

to you live from the
mayor's backyard courts.

I'll be your host at
the event today which

will also be
simulcasted on AM 1370,

facts, fun and folk
for Woodsville Center.

Today's the day, dear listeners.

Yes, that's right,
we've waited all

year and it's finally arrived.

It's the mayor's annual
free throw contest.

Now let's hand things
over to Mayor Dobson.

(applause)

- Welcome.

Welcome, people, to my annual
free throw shooting contest!

(applause)

Let the basketball commence!

(cheers and applause)

(electropop music)

(cheering)

- Eastern European?

I thought they ran you
out of town on a rail.

- Yes, they did such a thing.

But I have returned.

Too much to tell right now.

You get back to the
athletic competition.

Meet me tomorrow at
Robot City Games.

I hear they have fine
amusements there.

(electropop music)

- With 16 out of
25, it looks like

Doctor David will be challenging

Sure Shot in the
finals, how exciting.

(applause)

- Now before we proceed
with our final round

between Doctor
David and Sure Shot,

I have a very
special announcement.

We have our very own singing
sensation Keira Steadley!

(applause)

Now she recently
suffered a violent

Sensefoot attack to
the eyes, but her

voice remains as
pure as an angel.

So please rise,
and take off your

hats, as we sing
our town anthem.

(applause)

(acoustic guitar music)

* Woodsville Center

* How do I love you

* I'll never tell

* You'll always have
good friends here

* And you'll never
have anything to fear

* Woodsville Center

* How do I love you

* I'll never tell

* Woodsville Center

(applause)

- Sorry, Sure Shot.

I didn't see you there.

(applause)

(ominous synth music)

- Bingo!

Nice, a superb 22 out of 25
for our very own Doctor David.

Now let's see what the three
time champ Sure Shot can do.

He's as cold as ice, folks.

- Got no touch.

(groans)

- Ladies and gentlemen, your
champion, Doctor David Mercer!

(cheers and applause)

(upbeat synthpop music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Was that an angel singing
the town anthem this afternoon?

Or was that you?

- Doctor David?

- That's free throw
champion Doctor David.

Were you impressed by
my performance today?

- If this isn't pertaining to my

medical condition, I'll
have to say goodnight.

- I did that for you, Keira.

- Well I never asked you to win

an athletic competition for me.

I have to go.

(ominous synth music)

(arcade beeps and whistles)

- Psst, Eastern European.

- Can't you see I was only 3,500

points away from the high score?

- But Eastern European, you
told me to meet you here.

You said you had important news.

- Detective Wolf is no
more a Sensefoot creature

than you, or I, or
Undersheriff Robbie Funt.

- Believe me, more than anything

on Earth I wanna believe that.

- Well quit wanting
and start believing!

This town has a major Sensefoot

problem and its name
is Doctor David.

- But the town scientists,
Doctor Uski and Doctor

Bowana, found traces of
radiation on Wolf's foot.

That's empirical evidence.

Something you can
see, hear, or touch.

- Well touch this.

Gently, gently, and look,
look at the photograph.

- Doctor David is Sensefoot.

That explains why Sure
Shot lost his touch.

- Correct, he used
his evil foot to

kill Wolf, leaving those
traces of radiation.

- Why did Wolf die
but not Sure Shot?

Or any of his other victims?

- Oh you Sensefoot novice.

Sensefoot can only kill
with direct foot to foot

contact, his most
concentrated form of attack!

Otherwise, he's
just stealing the

sense of the body
part he touches.

Mouth for taste, nose
for smell, and so

forth with other
similar associations.

- Looks like I was wrong
to doubt Detective Wolf.

- Oh yes, you were
completely and utterly wrong.

- Well now I believe in
Detective Wolf again.

(heavenly harpsichord music)

- It's about time you
believed in your old partner.

- I also have belief
in you, Detective Wolf.

(heavenly jingle)

- Saint Peter just
granted me three

earthly hours to help you guys.

- I missed you, Wolf.

I'm sorry I didn't declare
my belief in you sooner.

- That doctor and his lackey did

a pretty good job of framing me.

Eastern European, how
can we kill Sensefoot?

- Complete inundation of all his

senses should do the job.

- Well inundate him we will.

But first I'm gonna see
what Sensefoot is up to.

(ominous synth music)

- Cancel my afternoon
appointments, Eugene.

- But Doctor David, the
senior center at 3 PM.

- Surely they can
wait 'till tomorrow.

- You got a whole group of
seniors ready for their checkup.

- I'd rather make a
surprised house call

to the lovely Keira Steadley.

- But Doctor David,
considering your

feelings for her, that's
highly unprofessional.

(heavenly jingle)

- You dare question
my professionalism?

I will make that
house call, and she

will reciprocate my
feelings of love.

Otherwise she'll suffer the
same fate as you, Eugene.

(loud reverberating pitch)

- Keira's in danger.

I gotta go warn the others.

(heavenly jingle)

(jazzy bass guitar music)

- We'll be back.

- Rusty, what's that Eastern
European doing in my station?

- No dogs in the station, Rusty.

- I told you to leave town,
you Eastern European you!

- This Eastern European is
here to save your skin, Mayor.

- His status as a
temporary officer ended

when the mayor ran
him out of town.

- Yeah, send him on his way or

we'll send you on
your way, Rusty.

- You have no idea what kind
of trouble your town is in.

- Listen up, Wolf
wasn't Sensefoot,

Doctor David is Sensefoot.

He killed Wolf and he's
still a threat to our town!

- And now we're going
to take him down.

- That case is closed!

- Sure, you don't
care about it anymore

'cause you've quieted
your concerned citizens

and you used our best
cop as a scapegoat!

- Like the mayor said,
this case is closed, Rusty.

Now you either escort
your Eastern European

friend out of the
station, or you

turn in your badge
and your slingshot.

- It used to be my life's
dream to carry this badge.

But if it means serving
politically-minded

bureaucrats, then I'm out!

- This is insulting!

- I've towed the
line for too long.

It's time to play things my way.

You can keep the badge, but
the slingshot stays with me.

(growling)

- You're off the force, Rusty.

- Right on.

- You talk tough
Robbie, but let's

see if you can
fight tough, Robbie!

I no longer work for the town.

I work for justice, pro bono.

Let's go, Eastern European.

Thanks man, let's go, Pippy.

Let's solve a crime.

- I wanna fight for
justice too, Rusty.

How can I help?

- You wanna fight for
justice, Annabelle?

Well here's how, go
to the cupcake shop

and pick up a chocolate
salted caramel cupcake.

- But I thought my days
of providing you guys

with coffee and baked
goods were in the past.

- Trust us, we've got a plan

and that cupcake
is a vital part.

- Don't speak to him Annabelle,
he's no longer on the force.

- Annabelle, we don't want
you to lose your job for us.

- Eh, it's not like these two
are ever gonna get reelected.

I'm out too.

- Bring the cupcake to Keira
Steadley's house, let's go.

(ominous synth music)

- Fireworks proprietors, I need

your most brilliant explosives!

- Yo who do you think you are
running up here like that?

- I am a champion of justice
on my way to dispatch one

of the most vial scourges
to ever stalk the Earth!

- We've seen you
around town with that

knucklehead cop Rusty,
we're not falling for this.

(suspenseful synth music)

(knocking)

- Rusty, what are
you doing here?

- Keira, you're in grave danger.

Doctor David's on
his way to get you.

- What do you mean?

- The ghost of
Officer Wolf told me

that Doctor David
is Sensefoot and

he's on his way to
your house right now!

- Rusty!

Hey, do I have to, yeah,
okay, no, okay bye.

Sorry, I was on the phone.

You're in quite a state.

Sounds like you need one of
Vance's trademark bear hugs.

Vance, get in here!

- Come on, get in
here Rusty, man.

- Hug, touch.

Vance, we're gonna need
you on this mission too.

Keira, time to start warming up

your vocal cords,
to the kitchen now!

- You folks might
not want to help me,

but would you help your
old friend Detective Wolf?

- I guess so, but
the point is moot.

Detective Wolf is gone.

- Not if you declare
your belief in him.

- Oh come on, that's just an
old tale told in schoolyards.

- Just declare
your belief in him.

- Okay, I believe
in Detective Wolf.

(heavenly jingle)

Whoa.

Do it, Pitt!

- All right, I believe
in Detective Wolf.

(heavenly jingle)

- Hey guys.

- Whoa, unreal!

- Grab your brightest, loudest
explosive and come with us.

- It's time to pull out
the Brawny Beast 2000.

- I know it sounds crazy,
but you gotta believe me.

- Heck Rusty, if Doctor David

shows up I'll give
the guy a hug.

Probably would've
hugged him anyway.

- Excellent, Vance.

- Rusty, what if I
contributed to your

plan by simultaneously
hugging Doctor David?

- That's the spirit, Elden.

Keira, will you
be able to get him

onto the deck and sing to him?

- This plan is ridiculous.

- Come on honey,
you broke the poor

guy's heart, the least you could

do is lower your doctor onto the

deck and sing a
few notes to him.

- Okay, I'll do
it for you, Rusty.

(doorbell rings)

- The scourge is upon us.

Quick, Vance, Elden,
come with me outside.

Keira, lure him to the deck.

Let's go.

- Hello there, Miss Steadley.

(ominous synth music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Oh man, we're putting Keira

in a lot of danger here, Rusty.

- Yeah, good point, Vance.

- With Sensefoot loose, all of

Woodsville Center is in danger.

- Also a good point, Rusty.

- I was concerned
about the results

of your retina test today.

Hence the unexpected visit.

By the way, you are
looking quite lovely today.

- Okay, well I have
noticed that in

bright sunlight my eyes
have trouble focusing.

- Yes, yes, let me examine you.

- How about you
take a look at me

on the deck in the sunlight?

- With a patient as
lovely as you I'd

prefer a candlelight
over a gourmet dinner.

Perhaps with smooth jazz.

- Oh Doctor David, the
deck's right over here.

- Ugh, what's that smell?

- That would be this hunk
of stinkin' bishop cheese.

A delicacy in my
homeland, it's sure

to overwhelm Sensefoot's
olfactory system.

- Well Kimmy, Pitt,
I never thought I'd

say this, but at this
moment, in our desperate

hour, Woodsville Center
needs your fireworks.

- And we brought just what you
need, the Brawny Beast 2000.

- Nice.
(heavenly jingle)

- Now what, Rusty?

We'll play your way.

(ominous synth music)

- Now Keira, why don't
you recline in this chair.

I'll have a look at those
beautiful blue eyes.

- All right Vance, Elden, time
for you two to do your part.

Now if only Annabelle could
get here with that cupcake.

- Doctor David!

Get over here, buddy!

Let me give you one of
my patented bear hugs.

- Say guys, can I get
in on that bear hug?

- Sure, buddy!

- By the way,
congratulations on the

free throw shooting
contest, Doctor David.

- Oh that was the day Keira

delighted everyone
with her singing.

Hey why don't you sing
some more of us, honey?

(irregular reverberating pitch)

(acoustic guitar music)

* Woodsville Center

* How do I love you

* I'll never tell

* You'll always have
good friends here

* And you'll never
have anything to fear

- Sounds even better than
the angels in Heaven.

* Woodsville Center

* How do I love you

* I'll never tell

* Woodsville Center

- Enough of that singing.

It's too much for my senses.

And what's that wretched odor?

(ominous synth music)

- I just don't know
which one I wanna get.

They all just look so good.

Apple pie is good.

It's like an apple pie,
but in cupcake form.

- Just pick a cupcake, Myron.

- Fireworks ready guys?

- You betcha.

- The plan's working,
I'm so happy.

(firework cracks)

- Aw man, look what you did,

you broke the Brawny Beast 2000.

- Don't panic, it'll
still explode right?

- Well yeah, it'll
explode, but we can't

aim it at anything, it's
not gonna go straight.

- We don't have any time.

This explosive needs
to explode right away.

(barking)

You're a brave girl, Pippy.

You know what to do.

(loud bang)

- It's all too much.

Inundation.

Inundation!

- Time is short, if
we don't overwhelm

his tastes soon this
is all for naught!

- Rusty!

Sorry I'm late, there was a
long line at the cupcake shop.

- With cupcakes that delicious

of course there was a
long line, Annabelle.

- Well also they were out
of chocolate salted caramel.

Had to get vanilla.

- Vanilla's just as good.

We're gonna do this, Annabelle.

(groaning)

(upbeat synthpop music)

- We did it!

- Oh man, that cheese
stunk to high heaven, man.

- You Eastern Europeans.

- Nice singing, Keira.

You really belted it out.

- It was my pleasure.

- You know, Vance
isn't such a bad guy.

He's got my vote in November.

(church bell rings)

- That's my time, folks.

Saint Peter's summoning
me back to Heaven.

- Goodbye, Wolf.

I wish you could
stay longer on Earth.

- You got Annabelle now, Rusty.

Teach her everything I taught

you about being a slingshot cop.

(heavenly jingle)

Cupcake.

Pippy, what are you
doing in Heaven?

You died in the line
of duty, just like me.

Those darn fireworks.

Rusty's right,
they're dangerous.

(barks)

It's not your time, Pippy.

This may be out of
my jurisdiction,

but I order you back to Earth.

Rusty needs you.

Go, Pippy, go to Rusty!

(heavenly jingle)

- Pippy!

Pippy, you did such
a good job, Pippy.

- Pippy.

- A cop and his pup.

- And their partner.

- I wish.

Remember Rusty,
we're off the force.

- That's true.

- Hey what are you
gonna do next, Rusty?

- What am I gonna do next?

I'm gonna campaign like heck for

this guy, Vance Scanlin,
to be our new mayor!

He is gonna sweep city
hall clean of corruption!

- You bet he is, Rusty.

- I sure am.

- Once Vance takes
office, one of his first

initiatives is to get you
guys back on the force.

- Yeah, that's right, man.

And I'll start a work program.

Something to get
miscreants like you two off

the streets and into
productive roles in society.

And you, Eastern
European, you're

gonna be my new commissioner.

- Excellent!

In fact I have already obtained

all the proper working papers.

- Yeah, man.

- Hey Vance, you know
what I'm thinking?

- No, what's that Rusty?

- The Woodsville Center's
Ladies Club is having

their annual get-together
over at Braswell Park.

- A wealth of potential votes.

- You guys wanna head over there

and give those ladies some hugs?

- Only after this task force
gets together for a group hug.

- Bring it in, everybody!

- All right, now let's
go hug some ladies.

- I love this town.

(upbeat rock music)

* Little Pippy's in a fright
when the sound goes pop

* And you know they're on the
case when the trail goes hot

* Stop in the name
of the law boys

* You wanna run the other way

* When you run into
the slingshot cops

* Chase those boys through
town to the county line

* And the world's a bit brighter

* Just to know that
they're out there

* Not your average men in blue

* But they don't really care

* They're the slingshot cops

* They're always
there to lend a hand

* To protect and
serve their fellow man

(electric guitar solo)

* And they're never gonna
quit, gonna pull all the stops

* Never ever gonna die,
gonna give it all they got

* Stop in the name
of the law boys

* They're coming for you

* Are you ready for
the slingshot cops

* Chase those boys all
night to the county line

* And the world's a bit brighter

* Just to know that
they're out there

* Not your average men in blue

* But they don't really care

* They're the slingshot cops

* They're always
there to lend a hand

* To protect and
serve their fellow man

* On patrol far and wide until
they cross the great divide

* They got soul to make up
for heat they don't pack

* So join our refrain,
all you people everywhere

* All hail the slingshots
cops, they got your back

* The (mumbles) don't taste much

* Sure Shot lost touch

* Now the world will be brighter

* And true justice
will be served

* Sponsored by the Center
for all Criminal Concerns

* They're the slingshot cops

* And they'll live
to fight another day

* They won't let the
Sensefoot get away

* Shake and move with
the slingshot cops

* Dig that groove 'till
the crime wave stops

* Slingshot cops, yeah they're
always there to lend a hand

* To protect and
serve their fellow man

(upbeat synthpop music)