"The stitching," Ace whispered to a stray tabby cat sitting on his lap. "It’s crying out in agony, mittens. That's not calfskin. That's... Boffo."
"The bag, madam! It’s alive! Or rather, it was until your husband turned it into a snack-carrier!" Ace snatched the purse, sniffing it deeply. "Aha! Just as I suspected. Traces of swamp-water and... is that Grey Poupon? You’ve been kidnapped, Boffo! But Daddy’s here now!" subtitle Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
"Another case closed," he told the tabby cat, who had followed him out. "And I only lost one shoe to a snapping turtle. Re-he-he-he-ally good day's work!" "The stitching," Ace whispered to a stray tabby
Ace Ventura sat in the back of a humid, neon-lit jazz club in New Orleans, nursing a bowl of sunflower seeds. He wasn’t there for the music; he was staring intently at a high-end alligator-skin handbag resting on the chair of a local socialite. That's