It was another drab day in the office as the warm, polluted light of New York echoed into the room through the open window, a plume of exhaust soon accompanying it as the two, sole members of the Freelance Police sat in their office, waiting in boredom.

"Gee, Max," Sam eventually started, looking over at his rabbity friend. "It sure is dull today! No case yet, no call from the Commissioner... think the Geek'll pay us a visit soon? It's been a while since we've seen her."

"Almost 30 years to be exact!" Max piped up from his own desk, gnawing on the stick of a corndog.

"30 years? Think she's still a kid due to our zany cartoon logic or do you think she's all grown up now?"

"I'm more concerned about the age that implies for us, Sam."

"Don't worry too hard about it, lil' buddy. I'm sure something will conveniently come along to distract us from our strange lifespans—"