It had taken a long time, and he honestly wasn't sure how he had managed it, but eventually Zeke had fallen asleep. He had been plagued all night by weird dreams of being chased by a giant sentient jelly donut that wanted to eat him, but overall his sleep had been surprisingly restful. Until he was abruptly awoken by a loud pounding on the door.

"What time is it," he muttered looking for a clock, but not finding one. He could see a little bit of sunlight shining through the drawn window shades, so evidently it was at least morning. Timmy continued to snore loudly in the bed next to him.

The pounding on the door came again so Zeke rolled out of bed groggily and went to answer it. Before he could reach it, the door burst open on its hinges and two poodles in police outfits charged into the room waving what looked like pink plastic guns.

"Hands in the air! Don't move! We've got you now, you scumbags!"

Zeke raised his hands as instructed while Timmy slept on in blissful ignorance. "Can I ask what this is about?"

"What this is about is you've evaded the long arm of the law for far too long and now it's finally caught up to you, you waste of oxygen. You're under arrest. We're definitely getting promotions for this." The poodles high-fived each other.

One of them pulled out a radio and began talking into it. "Hello, headquarters? Do you read me? This is Eagle Niner Two Seven. We have tracked the infamous Rodriguez gang down to their hideout and apprehended the ringleaders. No need to send backup. We've got these low-lifes right where we want them." He cut off the radio. "Jeez, it reeks in here. It's like old fish and musk or something. We'd better search this place for bodies. You're a sick fuck, Johnny Rodriguez."

The other poodle had wrenched Zeke's hands behind his back and was beginning to apply handcuffs.

"I think there's been some sort of mistake here," Zeke said.

"The only mistake was made by you when you decided the rules didn't apply to you," the poodle said. "And now you're going to pay for that mistake by spending the rest of your worthless life in prison. What do you say to that, Johnny Rodriguez?"

"Who the hell is Johnny Rodriguez?" Zeke asked. "My name's Zeke! I've never been in a gang in my life. They kind of scare me. I hear sometimes they drive around with their headlights off and if you flash your lights at them they shoot you as part of their initiation. That's why I never flash my lights at anyone. Well, also I don't own a car. But if I did I sure as heck wouldn't be flashing my lights, I can tell you that. Also you look familiar. You wouldn't happen to know Cuthbert, would you?"

"Cuthbert's my cousin," the first poodle said. "Is he mixed up in your gang? Oh dear. Aunt Fifi is going to be so disappointed to hear that."

"I don't know what kind of shenanigans Cuthbert is mixed up in, but he could definitely tell you I'm not Johnny Rodriguez."

"Maybe I will ask him. Then again, maybe I won't. I've put a lot of time and effort into tracking you down and collaring you, Johnny Rodriguez. You're not going to talk your way out of this one. Face it, I've got you dead to rights. Now are you going to come along without a struggle or are we going to have to make this interesting?"

"You know, Roger," the other poodle said. "Aren't the Rodriguez gang supposed to be a bunch of weasels?"

"That they are, Lonnie. Weasels every last one of 'em."

"No, I mean like actual weasels."

"This guy's kind of weaselly, don't you think? I mean, look at this chump and his beady little eyes."

"He does have beady little eyes, I'll grant you that. But he's more of a hairless monkey than a weasel. The description of Johnny Rodriguez and his gang clearly states that they are literally weasels. I think we may have the wrong guy here."

"Thank you," Zeke said.

"Shut up, Johnny Rodriguez," the poodle known as Roger said. "My friend Lonnie here seems to be a bit confused. I'm just going to radio into headquarters and confirm the facts. And then once I'm proven correct he can shut his fat face and let me do my job!" He pulled out the radio and began talking into it again with a cocky look on his face. "Yes, this is Eagle Niner Two Seven. Once again the suspect is in custody. I'd just like to verify the details on one Johnny Rodriguez. Yes. Yes. What's that you say? Actual weasel? Beyond a shadow of a doubt not a hairless monkey? Yes. I see. Yes. Understood. Eagle Niner Two Seven over and out." He put the radio away and began undoing Zeke's handcuffs. "It seems there may have been a small mistake made here. Sorry for disturbing you. You can go back to bed, if you'd like."

The sound of a door flying open came from out in the hallway and a bunch of brown streaks whizzed by the open doorway. "Uh, Roger? A bunch of weasels just came out of the room next door and booked it on out of here."

"I told you before we busted the door down that this was the wrong room, you idiot!" Roger shouted. "Well, folks. Sorry again for the misunderstanding. We need to be on our way." They hurried out the door waving their pink pistols around as they chased after the gang of weasels.

The bathroom door opened and the ghost of the ogre poked his head out. "Do you people mind keeping it down? I'm trying to concentrate in here! Jeez!" The door slammed shut and the ogre began singing again loudly and offkey.

Zeke looked over at the bed. Timmy paused in his snoring to smack his lips, then rolled over and started snoring again. Zeke was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep again. Also he couldn't help but notice he was covered in itchy bug bites. He let out a little sigh and decided to head out to the street where he abruptly bumped into Max.