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INT. AMBULANCE - MOVING - NIGHT
WILBUR SHARPE, a North American Porcupine paramedic, drives; his sister WENDY eats a raw cob of corn in the shotgun seat. Outside, Tundratown whizzes by. The radio CRACKLES to life.
DISPATCHER (VIA RADIO)
Ambulance one-eleven, a tiger is in severe gastrointestinal distress near Athabasca and Stutfield. Can you respond?
WENDY
Fishtown neighborhood. Same bet?
WILBUR
You have to give me odds.
WENDY
Two to one.
WILBUR
Deal.
He picks up the radio handset.
WILBUR (CONT'D)
Roger that, dispatch. Give us the address, we are on our way.
Wendy turns on the SIREN.
EXT. TUNDRATOWN TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT
On the porch of a townhouse sized for a mammal much larger than them, Wendy stands next to a wheeled stretcher with a small hard-sided cooler on it. Wilbur KNOCKS on the door.
WILBUR
Hello? You ordered an ambulance?
He tries the knob, but it's locked. He YANKS two quills out of the back of his head.
WILBUR (CONT'D)
You want to put money on this?
He starts picking the lock with the quills.
WENDY
I'm not dumb enough to take a five pin tumbler against you.
The cylinder of the lock turns and he opens the door.
WILBUR
Good call.
INT. TUNDRATOWN TOWNHOUSE, FOYER
The tip of a male SIBERIAN TIGER's tail peeks through a slightly ajar washroom door into the otherwise dark foyer. Wilbur and Wendy wheel the stretcher inside and adjust it as low as it will go. Wendy moves the cooler to the floor as Wilbur sidles along the tiger's body to his shoulders. He takes the tiger's pulse at his throat, then STRAINS to lift his torso as Wendy lifts his legs. They maneuver him next to the stretcher, then HEAVE him onto it. He comes to.
WILBUR
Sir, did you eat any fish today?
The tiger GAGS.
WENDY
Did you shop at Fishtown Market?
The tiger nods. Wilbur rolls his eyes, pulls a ten dollar bill from his pocket, and extends it to Wendy, who takes it.
WILBUR
Are there any leftovers?
The tiger nods again and points to the kitchen. Wendy wheels the stretcher out the front door. Wilbur takes the cooler to the
KITCHEN
where he opens the fridge to find half a trout on a plate covered with plastic wrap. He opens the cooler.
WILBUR
Ugh. How does she eat this stuff?
He holds his nose with one paw as he dumps the fish and plastic wrap into the cooler with the other. He puts the plate back in the fridge and SLAMS the door closed.