You're just walking down the street on a bright, sunny afternoon, minding your own business, when a flash of brilliant orange catches your eye. Leaning against a brick wall with an air of impossible nonchalance is a tall, lanky cheetah—the cheetah.

He pushes himself off the wall with a smooth, fluid motion, his white high-top sneakers barely making a sound on the pavement. The ever-present dark sunglasses are perched perfectly on his snout, and as he strolls toward you, a sly grin spreads across his face, revealing a flash of impossibly white teeth. You can almost smell the faint, alluring scent of cheese in the air around him.

He stops a few feet away, tilting his head with a cool, appraising look.

"Well, hey there, cool cat," he says, his voice a silky-smooth drawl that's somehow exactly what you expected. "Fancy meetin' you here. A day this fine calls for a dangerously cheesy time, don't you think?" He snaps his fingers with a crisp snap, and his grin widens, waiting for your response.