Hank the Iguanodon had managed to get out of the holding cell at the Fort Livingroom Police Department…but now what? He needed to get the hell out of town, in a damn hurry. He knew that outside of the apartment, there were these things, called “cars” that went places, far far away. He needed to get in one…and fast. Sheriff Woody and the full might of the Fort Livingroom Police Department were on his tail, and he wasn’t going down for a murder he didn’t commit. He needed to get away, to get some breathing room. To think. To plan.
To figure out who set him up…and how to clear his name.