On the beach, Friday mid-morning

[grenadesandohana]

So the beach stake-out had proven to be a bust--there had been no sign of Redd or his counterfeit art op--but today was a new day, and so Steve was up and ready to bring this criminal to justice.

In Fox Court, or whatever. Don't think he hadn't been eavesdropping on that, Silver.

He was no longer in his foxhole (heh, he was secretly hilarious) and was instead just patrolling the beach like a normal person who had their head on a pivot looking for things that were out of place. Nothing to see here, folks, just a cop working the beat.

[OOC: Expecting a few, but open!]

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[hatesparadise]

Since Danny still lived in crazytown, he was there. But he wasn't happy about it and he had a coffee in hand, plus one for Steve. Because he was kind like that.

"Babe, coffee," he said, offering the spare over.

[grenadesandohana]

"Thanks," Steve said, smiling.

Being called babe was a totally normal thing, okay.

"You put butter in it?"

Because that was also a totally normal thing, okay.

[hatesparadise]

"No," Danny said, making such a face. "That's disgusting, Steven."

[grenadesandohana]

"Bulletproof coffee, Danno. It's very good for you," Steve told him.

[hatesparadise]

"No, that's just greasy coffee. I'll take mine with cream as god intended," Danny shot back, clutching his protectively close in case Steve had some random butter in those cargo pants.

[grenadesandohana]

Of course he had random butter in his pants! He also has a tourniquet!

No wallet, though.

"Your loss, buddy."

[hatesparadise]

JUST CARRY YOUR DAMN WALLET, STEVEN.

"I'll survive."

[grenadesandohana]

"But you're missing out on a good experience," Steve said. "It's sad."

[hatesparadise]

"I'm only missing out on a heart attack waiting to happen there," Danny countered.

[grenadesandohana]

"If you think coffee cream is healthier, I have some bad news for you," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"I think I'll earn my bad health with malasadas and coco puffs and things that actually taste good," Danny replied.

[grenadesandohana]

"Tell Duke to learn how to make malasadas," Steve demanded.

[hatesparadise]

"Tell Duke to learn to make them," Danny repeated, trying and failing to not smirk a little at that.

[fh_animalcrossing]

Look. Redd was just minding his own business. Trying to make some art sales. It wasn't his fault that his customers did not have eagle-eyes for fine art details.

He wandered down the beach, looking for his next customer. This was a nice beach, and all, but it could surely use a nice rock-head statue. . . .

[hatesparadise]

Danny smacked Steve on the shoulder, pointing out their vulpine nemesis. Look, folks. This was a safe, fun nemesis to have that wasn't Wo Fat. Who was terrible in every way.

Most of which featured the fact that it was hard to take the actor seriously.

[grenadesandohana]

"Yo!" Steve called, holding out his badge. "Five-O! Stop where you are."

That barely worked in Hawai'i, Steven.

[fh_animalcrossing]

A giant exclamation point appeared above Redd's head with a little bling! noise.

And he took off running in the other direction.

He moved crazy fast for someone who shouldn't even be bipedal.

[hatesparadise]

"C'mon," Danny said, having to touch Steve's arm again for reasons as he gave chase.

[grenadesandohana]

They always had to run, huh.

"On it," Steve said, already racing past Danny due to his freakishly long legs.

[fh_animalcrossing]

Redd's freakishly short legs were going to lose him his advantage of distance in a minute.

Good thing he hopped into that handy rickshaw the moment he cleared the beach again.

[hatesparadise]

"Where did you leave that damn cart?" Danny shouted. It was a rickshaw, but he wasn't acknowledging that fact, thank you.

[grenadesandohana]

"Behind the brush," Steve said, pointing.

[fh_animalcrossing]

Best get it quick, boys! This crafty fox is getting away!

Right into the heart of town. Where there was sure to be plenty of foot- and rickshaw traffic to keep things interesting. . . .

[hatesparadise]

Danny was pretty surprised that this plan of Steve's to keep a rickshaw at the ready was actually working. Which was clearly the only reason why he wasn't taking the 'driver's' seat.

The only reason.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve slid into the driver's seat and winced slightly as his knees banged into the steering wheel.

"Hold onto something," he muttered as he floored the accelerator and got to...maybe 20 miles an hour.

Low speed chase in rickshaws! It could be worse! He could find the stairs!