Juan walks into a warehouse. It is seemingly deserted. A spiny anteater (or echidna, if you prefer) steps from the shadows and jumps on Juan, but Juan does a judo toss and throws the echidna into a stack of empty crates.
Juan: Now's not the time for rough-housing. Stand in the corner and don't come out 'til I say so.
The echidna does so. Juan walks backwards to a cage, from which an arm holding a gun suddenly pokes him from behind.
Richard: [British accent] Not so fast.
The arm belongs to a European hedgehog. Juan puts his hands up and the echidna approaches and searches him, to find a bottle of breastmilk and nothing more. The echidna hands the milk to the hedgehog, who tastes it.
Richard: Hmm. I suppose you were never weaned.
Juan: I was. I'm just starting to rediscover how good that stuff tastes.
Richard: Yeah? Same here. [chuckles] Richard Pointer, Secret Intelligence Service. You must be Juan el Ratón, the Great American Mystery Mouse.
Juan: Are you telling me that we fight for the same cause?
Richard: Well, I saw you back at O'Hare International, but when I saw you pass the white zone, I thought I had you mistaken for another white mouse.
Juan: You did. That was my wife, Rosa la Ratona. [Rosa enters.] Rosa, this is Richard Pointer from London. His agency's working with ours.
Rosa: So I've heard. [points to the bottle] And that happens to come straight from my bosom.
Richard: Pretty tasty. This here is Gilbert Stone, a member of SIS Australian branch and a close friend of mine.
Juan: I hope I didn't hurt your feelings in any way.
Gilbert: [Australian accent] Nah, My dad did that to me frequently. He was probably jealous of the fact that I loved my mum more than he did.
Rosa: Oedipus alert! [chuckles] I'm just joking.
The four walk out of the warehouse.
