The birds fly off, and John/Splat shakes himself back into shape. As John admires his husky form reflected in another store window. He looks up, not a piano or safe in sight. Wipes his brow in relief. He looks up and down the street, and begins a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk. He starts to whistle. The worst is behind him, right?
Suddenly, he sees a yellow-legged suitcase skid to a stop at the traffic stop, and turn toward him. It's legs become a blur, and suddenly Splat's world turns bright yellow. He is knocked flat on to the sidewalk. Little luggage feet pinning him to the pavement. A brown suitcase follows, further stamping him into the ground. "Hey," Splat mutters, "that's my luggage!"
"Meep! Meep!"
A whir of brown and blue round the corner, it's Carrie and the Copper. John raises a crumpled paw. Carrie and the Officer speed toward him. The blur that is their feet becomes a pair of steam roller wheels as they approach.
"Carr--omphf" he screams as the two roll over him flattening him like a crepe--thinner than a pancake!
A minute later the luggage race over him again, a pair of steam roller legged people in pursuit.
Splat groans, he is now one with the pavement and understands how chewing gum must feel. Maybe if he lays low for a few days? Being flat on his back lying in the sun isn't so bad a way to spend a vacation. And if stays flat nothing worse can happen, right?