Jimmy lived in a nice house on the hills overlooking LA.

His mom worked for a movie studio. She was on the phone a lot. Jimmy wasn't really sure what she did.

Roscoe was whimpering and scratching at the sliding glass door. 

Jimmy opened the door and Roscoe took off like a shot.

"ROSCOE!"

Roscoe was usually kept on a leash outside. 

He could see Roscoe and where Roscoe got over the fence. 

"ROSCOE! COME HERE!"

Roscoe was running through the scrub brush towards the next house. Jimmy wasn't sure who lived there. The Williams had moved to Spain and Jimmy didn't know who was living there now. He'd seen a fancy car but nothing else really. 

"ROSCOE!!"

Jimmy went out and climbed over the fence and followed where he saw Roscoe had gone. It was toward the neighbor house. 

"ROSCOE! ROSCOE! COME HERE!"

He could see the neighbors deck and the door was slightly open. The car was gone though. 

He got up near the house and yelled out. 

"HELLO! ANYONE THERE?"

He could see Roscoe running around in the house.

"Gosh darn it!"

"ROSCOE!"

"HELLO!!"

He walked up to the door and looked in. It was pretty nice inside but kinda messy.

"HELLO!" He shouted. 

He stepped in and looked around. He didn't see Roscoe but he saw a gun on the coffee table. It was next to a large mirror with some white powder on it. 

'Huh, a gun.' He thought. 

He'd never held a real gun.

He picked it up.

"P-KEW P-KEW, I'm shooting bad guys!"

There was a large oil painting of a man in a fancy suit over the fireplace. 

He pointed it at the man's forehead and pulled the trigger.

BLAM!! The gun went off and put a hole in the painting right at the man's forehead. It frightened the heck out of Jimmy and he dropped the gun. 

Roscoe had shown up and Jimmy grabbed him by the collar.

"Come on Roscoe! Let's get out of here!"