Pet Psychic: I know all about your scheme, thanks to your cat Fritzy!

Gun-wielding Thug: It doesn't matter now, Pet Psychic! Prepare to do your readings on the other side!

[[A haloed-dog comes through a hole to another dimension. The stunned thug drops the gun]]

Pet Psychic: Good to see you, Dog Angel! Good boy!

Thug: Magic Dog! AHHHH!

[[BoxJam sitting up in bed, talking to his supine wife]]

BoxJam: ...See, and then the chief of police, who's a skeptic, wonders how she does it...

Ms. BoxJam: I'M ASLEEP!