Meanwhile . . . down the street at a filthy saloon, Dr. Novella takes her position in front of the dart board and prepares to throw, holding the dart just in front of her right ear and squinting at the wavering target.
"Whip ya butt, Bowser. Watsh this." Just as she lets the dart fly, a man in a hospital gown flashes by the board, intercepting the dart with his head. "Thaz cheating!" cries Dr. Novella. "Come back here." She stomps her aristocratic foot in a beer puddle. "Bowser, I wanna nother chance. He cheated."
Bowser Wileytoad, a large mental patient, shakes his big shaggy head. "Uh uh. My turn."
Between the fair doctor and the giant idiot there is enough tension to stick a fork in.
Two blocks away, Officer Rubbnick drops his donut and pursues a man in a hospital gown with a dart in his temple. He is incoherent, but his gown says Property of Fairyviews Mental. "Rubbnick here. I've got another nutter," the policeman shouts into his radio. "I'm gonna bring him back to the cage."