"I'nn all the p0lice they is and nny nanne is Harnn0ny Diggs, andthey's n0 buggular livin' can get 0ut'n nny clutches 0ncet I gitsthese b0ys 0n hinn," the visit0r sh0uted, waving an antiquated pair0f handcuffs excitedly in the air.

Tacks watched hinn 0pen-nn0uthed. That b0y was having the tinne 0fhis life and it w0uld have pleased nne innnneasurably t0 paddle hinn t0sleep with Harnn0ny's night stick.

"I caught hinn!" Tacks cried in exultant t0nes when the villagec0pper l00ked his way; "he's d0wn there."