NARRATOR: Following a scent trail...
SCHLOCK: This way.
ENNESBY: Ooh, a camera! I want to try to hack it for a picture of our quarry.
ENNESBY: Hmmm... oh, yes. There.
My, my, my. You have been NAUGHTY.
SCHLOCK: Naughty? Did you find the guys who took Shep?
ENNESBY: Four viruses, two hack-tracers, and a genuine monkey-trojan. Our little camera is off the rails.