Now famous for one of its members, it had to develop a culture which would allow the Pink Panther to flourish.
… So a police detective was staking out a house where a drug deal was reportedly going down. Sitting high in the elm tree across the street, he dozed off and fell…
Twas the Narc de Tree – oomph.
Said he, “Eiffel. I must be a Louvre, sir.”
Eventually he went in Seine.