He spun around, dodging a bewildered waiter, and sprinted toward the kitchen. He slid across the floor on his knees, threw open the back door, and came face-to-face with a massive, very much alive alligator blocking the alleyway.
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. subtitle Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
He tossed the purse to the alligator, who nudged it into the water, and hopped into his beat-up Chevy, leaving a trail of sunflower seed shells in his wake. If you’d like to see more of Ace, let me know: What should he rescue next? Should the story be longer or have more dialogue ? He spun around, dodging a bewildered waiter, and
He stood up, his Hawaiian shirt clashing violently with the velvet curtains. With a rhythmic, hip-thrusting strut, he approached the table. He wasn’t there for the music; he was