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All of a sudden he thought of the conspiracies taking part, Obama's illegal phone-hackings, the CIA, Edward Snowden, his classified documents revealed..."There was me", he thought "with a presumably friend escaping from the police". The only being he could trust was his dog Johnson, and he had no idea what the dog had on his neck. Perhaps the poor animal was in danger. What the f***!". Jena slowed down and took a secondary road. But in a few miles the road was blocked. There was a protest with hundreds of people.He took advantage of Jena's nervousness and got out of the car holding Johnson in his arms. He ran to hide in a protest nearby . Johnson was overexcited. It hadn't had an adventure like that in so many years. Johnson estimated Rosco was unrecognizable, that is the friend and owner he was expecting to have some day...It started to bark loudly...the protestors moved aside and Rosco and Johnson made a space for themselves. At the back the Jena couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't manage to reach them as they slipped out. Now Jena was in trouble, she didn't have the chip and she was short of time. She finally took her mobile phone and made a call. Her only words were: "We've lost them"

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"Where are you taking me and Johnson, Jena?" Roscoe asked.

Jena: "I need the dog, there's nothing I need from you except from the dog. There is very important information contained in the dog's collar and I need to take it out and give it to the right person. That chip contained in the dog's collar is worth a million dollars, you see?"

"I can't believe you used me for this, I really thought you were my friend, I trusted you from the beginning. Can you tell me more about that information, Jena? I need to know more about this issue, you see?", asked Roscoe.

Jena: "There's nothing I can tell you about this, this is top secret. I just need to go somewhere where nobody can see us and take the collar. I need to make sure nobody is following us as there are more people interested in the chip. I will pay you a taxi home when I have the chip and from now on you won't see me anymore".

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Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle started to fit in Roscoe's mind...he remembered the short time Jena had spent with Johnson last summer.They had met by chance in Coney Island and he had been elated because she had showed friendly to him...he had invited her to a drink and a hotdog and she had kept Johnson for some minutes while he ordered.When he came back,he had noticed a strange attitude in the dog:it  started to whine when he saw him and it seemed to feel restless.And above all,it rejected Jena to caress him on his back,it began to growl and stood back...Jena had bought a new glamorous collar for Johnson meanwhile...What had happened between Johnson and Jena in that space of time?What had Jena done to Johnson to cause that attitude in my dear dog?A voice sounded  and ideas and memories  sprang out of my mind...the dog's collar... <br>

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... a car screeched to a halt right next to them. The window slid down and a beautiful woman shouted, "Quick, Roscoe. Jump in!" He couldn't believe his eyes: Jena!! He jumped in without thinking, Johnson still clutched tightly under his arm, and Jena slammed her foot down on the accelerator like The Stig from Top Gear. As they sped away through red light after red light leaving a trail of smashed cars and debris behind them, Roscoe ignored Johnson's quiet growling and said breathlessly, "Jena, I never thought - a girl like you - a boy like me - I mean-" Jena's scream of laughter cut him short while Johnson's growls grew louder. "A boy like you?!!", exclaimed Jena, "a girl like me?!! I'm WAY out of your league, you poor wretch. Do you think you're in a Hollywood movie or Tadeo Jones or something?" Roscoe stared at her speechlessly, as Johnson's growls turned into barks. "I'm not interested in you, loser", she said, turning towards Johnson's flat, indignant, barking face, "it's the dog we need".

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At the end, as the story was becoming more and more confusing,he didn´t know  what to do (he started thinking that he had already wasted a lot of his  time in the case and didn´t want to get his friend involved ). Therefore, he decided not to phone his friend and to run to the pólice station and  tell them his problem so as to see if they would have any other idea. The cops listened to him  carefully but everything he told was so  strange  extravagant  and incredible that they thought  Rosco was one of these people that have become crazy because of the crisis. It was odd because  he wore smart clothes but today  you never know who you are talking to. They decided to take him to hospital and file the case. While they were waiting for the ambulance to come…….

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He turned round and the man was standing right next to him. His eyes froze Rosco's blood. He knew he had to react quickly. He grabbed Johnson and started running again. He thought the best thing he could do was go inside a building to lose the man. He went inside an office block and climbed to the 4th floor. But the man was behind him. He jumped out of a window and landed on a fire escape staircase. He rushed down still hearing the man's steps. He ran and ran with Johnson under his arm until he was out of breath. The man was no longer chasing him. He was somewhere in Central Park. What could he do now? Suddenly he remembered his friend Jena. Jena was a private detective and she was the most beautiful woman Rosco had ever seen. But of course such a beauty would never fall in love with a dull man like Rosco, he thought... Well, he could phone her and ask her to help him solve the mystery.

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He went downstais as fast as he could. When he got to the ground, he left Johnson on the floor and they started running They turned right and Rosco saw a subway entrance. They went down without thinking, It was very crowded "it's the first time I think the peak hours are great", Rosco thought. He picked up Johnson, took a cap out of his pocket and started walking like he always do. "Don't worry Johnson, he won't find us now". He look at the subway map, thinking where he might go, when he lost his breath as he felt a hand on his right shoulder

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There were hundreds of them, of all colours, shapes and breeds. Were all these dogs kidnapped or was it just a kennel? Rosco looked around and saw how the man entered in a room. He didn't think twice to follow his steps and came into the room after him. It was a huge room full of shelves which,in turn, were full of file folders with labels indicating dates and names. He got distracted for a second trying to decipher what all those documents meant. Suddenly a woman sneaked up behind him and said-Excuse me sir!- . - Damn it!, that scared me!-Rosco responded. The woman continued- This is a private room, only for staff. Rosco thought to himself "I have to tell her everything, I'm sure she can help me". He was about to start the story when he saw the man, just in front of them, staring at him...

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He noticed he was being followed by the man so he decided to set up a trap to catch him. He left the car in a very accesible parking lot near the United Nations building, he left the car there and ran towards a place where he could hide behind a hot dog stand. From there he could see the man as he opened the car and started driving. He decided to take a taxi and followed him. It was a long chase, finally the man got out of the car and went into a very tall building. Rosco was overcome with bravery and followed him, waited outside his door and when the man left his house decided to go inside. Oh, lots of barking puppies were there!!!!!

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He noticed he was being followed by the man so he decided to set up a trap to catch him. He left the car in a very accesible parking lot near the United Nations building, he left the car there and ran towards a place where he could hide behind a hot dog stand. From there he could see the man as he opened the car and started driving. He decided to take a taxi and followed him. It was a long chase, finally the man got out of the car and went into a very tall building. Rosco was overcome with bravery and followed him, waited outside his door and when the man left his house decided to go inside. Oh, lots of barking puppies were there!!!!!

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"Who knows?"- he said to himself. "Fortunately, I already have Johnson with me, but I really would like to find out who is behind this". He felt very worried about it. “Clearly, whoever has been, can try again and maybe next time I will not be so lucky! What if I wake up at night again and this nightmare repeats?”-such thoughts tormented Rosco. “That is the reason why I should close this matter as soon as possible”. Rosco parked the car and wrote down its license carefully. The next step was to
investigate who was the mysterious owner of the vehicle...

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he hoped to find a supportive officer ready to listen patiently to his odd story and willing to believe he was not the lunatic type police officers were so familiar with these days...."Hold on a sec, man-Rosco said to himself- and face the facts: How on earth are you going to explain you are driving a car is not yours, paying no attention to traffic ligths or speed limits, without your driving licence (Rosco didn't own a car as driving in NYC could be most times an extreme sport he didn't feel like trying) and with a dog barking hysterically in the back?". Rosco couldn't help an involuntary shudder of fear. He realized he was on dire straits, running out of time and with no one but himself to trust. "Okay, man, don't panick. I'll come up with Plan B ", he mumbled as he slowed down to stop the car in a garden centre huge car park. Around his car, families tried to instruct Daddy how to get their new Christmas tree in the car boot without any further collateral damages. Just then, Rosco thought the old lady might have flown back home for Christmas.....

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Without thinking twice about it,he ran towards the car droppingthe bagel on the floor.Never in hislife had he felt so proud of beingskinny. He slid in through thewindow and sat on thepassenger's seat amazed to seethe car keys in the engine.Hestarted the engine while trying tocalm his dog down.From the rearwindow he could see that the manwith the gloves had fallen on theground after stepping on HISbagel! Damn with him, hethought 'I might end in jail forthis but so would you!'He ignoredthe traffic lights and was almosthit by a huge trailer.He had sethis mind. He was going straight tothe nearest police station where...

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... be wise and very careful. The glove person ( was it a man? a woman?) was not joking. No one enters a house armed with a knife and kidnaps your dog just like that. It must be someone in a desperate situation. What did they want the money for? , he had time to wonder. Lots of ideas crossed his mind in a matter of seconds, mortgages, sudden ilnesses, drugs... And then he had a look at the car where the barking came from and there he was, Johnson, his lovely dog, barking, telling him "I'm here" "Hey, you!" "can't you see me?". He immediately felt ashamed of his behaviour for having thought about looking on the bright side of trouble. He loved routine. He adored the safe side of it, the comfort , and that was Johnson, wagging its tail in happiness asking for nothing in return and sitting next to him when he came back home from work. Luckily,he realised that one of the car windows...

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but after a while waiting there, he realised that the man was about to leave the shop, so there was no time to waste. He gathered all his courage and decided to follow him and see if that man was really the intruder who had taken his beloved dog and wanted him to transfer such a big amount of money. "50,000 dollars!", he exclaimed, "All my savings". Would he give away all that money for a pet? Would he risk his life to save an old dog, which was always sleeping? In the distance he could hear the melody of that famous song by the Monty Python group, "Always look on the bright side of life". That song reminded him of all the fur over his place; no dog, no more poos or pee on the carpet; no more visits to the vet and no more more money spent on expensive treatments. At that moment, he didn't know what to do, but a familiar bark coming out of a car parked in front of the bagel shop helped him make his mind, he had to ...

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Monty Python - Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life (45 version)

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From the Warner Bros. 45, released in 1979. Not sure if this is totally re-recorded or just remixed from the Life of Brian movie version, but it sure sounds a lot cleaner. George Harrison had a hand in mixing this.

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... start looking into the matter in the place nearest his home where a man named Karl Grice lived. So he headed toward Union Square where the suspect lived. It was a freezing day in NYC, the shadow of the Empire State while walking down 5th Avenue made the atmosphere even colder. The New Yorkers were running to and fro with their coffees on their hands and Rosco felt suddenly terribly hungry. "I can make a quick stop to buy a bagel" he thought. And so he did, he stopped at one of his favourite places in town, "The XXL Bagel Shop". He went into the shop, lined up and looked at the big quantity of bagels that were in the display case. When he was about to order, he realized that the man next to him was wearing the same gloves that he found in the apartment. "Oh Gosh, what shall I do now?" he wondered. He ordered a garlic bagel with cheese and waited at the napkin holder for the man to come...

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... he knew it would be hard to figure out who could have bought the glove, but he knows that, as an accountant, he can have access to different sell records within stores, so he got his computer, logged into the national accountant system and used all he knew to search for the information. He ended up with three results: such gloves were bought by an old lady who lives in another country, a man who lived five blocks away from his house and a person who's name was not clear on the record because it seemed fake, he thought that was very suspicious. "Why would someone try and hide their identities when buying gloves? Would it be someone who wants to try and keep their identity secret at all costs?" he thought. He now had addresses where he could start looking for clues, now, all of a sudden, he had became an investigator! So he decided to...

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Rosco burst into tears: he had just lost the most important thing in his life: his dog!  Suddenly he realized that the intruder had left a glove…and he knew where it came from: the dandy boutique! The best in town! He remembered that he went there the other day because he was looking for a present for his father’s birthday but he couldn’t make any connection between the intruder, the shop and the pug. “Anyway, he said, I do not have the money, what am I suppose to do in this case?” but then an idea came up to his mind...

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Rosco Jake is an accountant for a big firm in New York.  His only companion is his pug, Johnson. He loves that pug. For the most part, his days are routine.  He likes routines.  He doesn't like change. Routines and schedules comfort him.
Today, was a different day. Rosco woke up to a knife at his neck. The intruder wore a mask. His deep voice instructed, "We have your pug. If you ever want to see him again and make sure we don't destroy your life, you will have to transfer $50,000 to this account by 10 p.m. today." The intruder was suddenly gone, only leaving a paper with instructions.