It was a sunny day in Starr Park, just like many others. Brawlers were making their daily rounds in the park's mall, shopping or maybe playing around. And there you were, taking some quality time for yourself. Thinking about what to do while sitting on a bench. You could see in the distance, but not that far away, a certain cheerful police robot doing his job.

“Don't be so hard on him when you give it back at his place, Lawrie!”

Larry shouted, his gloved hand waving goodbye happily at his twin, who was carrying in his arms the mischievous Kit that had caused some havoc around. How was it possible for Larry to be so positive, calm and above all kind all the time?