[She's laughing as she clutches the lunchbox close to her chest and runs to the bike. It's put in one of the saddlebags as she hops on the back.]

We're good. Go, go!

[Sirens sound off in the distance. There's no way to tell if they're approaching or if the people above them called, but it's fun to think that's the case and they're outrunning the stupid cops. Always staying one step ahead is hilarious to her. Her laughter is loud as she howls and holds onto him tight, pressed up close against him as he takes off down the street.]

Let's see if we can get unlost and find a jewelry store next! We'll keep those pigs squealing all night when they try to stay on our trail.