The Wabbit made for the river as planned, then slipped into
a place he knew at the rear of the Old Abandoned Hospital. But he wasn't quick
enough or wily enough because no sooner had he arrived than he found
himself surrounded by Snail, Franco and Skratch the Cat Burglar.
"You thought you'd trick us?" said Skratch. "You can't
outwit the Three Amigos," said Snail. "He looks just like the Wabbit.
It's uncanny," said Franco. "That's because I am the Wabbit, Franco,"
shouted the Wabbit. "No," said Franco. "You're just a silly old
pretend Wabbit." "Franco!" gasped the Wabbit. "You're on a
charge!" "He's too formal for the Wabbit," said Franco.
"It's definitely not him." "We'll interrogate him," said
Snail. "Find out what he's up to." "I'm not up to anything!"
yelled the Wabbit. "The names of all your contacts," said Snail,
"and be quick about it because we haven't got all day." "Now
look," said the Wabbit, "I can prove who I am." "Go
ahead," said Skratch. "It was me who had you locked up
several times," said the Wabbit. "Everyone knows that,"
said Skratch. "Snail, I took you round the city showing you my
haunts," said the Wabbit. "Common knowledge," said
Snail." "Franco, what about the old base of the Free Wabbits of
Turin?" "It's in all the guide books," said Franco. The Wabbit
looked around his three friends, sniffed and twitched his nose several times as
if he was smelling a rat. Then the Wabbit had an idea. "OK, I'm not the
Wabbit," he said. "Who are you?" asked Skratch. sternly. "I'm
the long lost cousin of the Wabbit," grinned the Wabbit. "Take him away
and show him the instruments," said Skratch.
