There is an undercover cop sitting in front of this yard right now. Only, everybody in this neighborhood knows he is undercover, including, I bet, the one being "staked" out.
So... he isn't that undercover.
I thought about Penny on this one because the mailbox was kinda fun. It was cocked off the post a little bit.
If Clouseau, as I've just nicknamed him, really wants to blend in, he ought to go get a 12 pack of Natural Light and throw up some vintage NASCAR in a designated garage. Drop the orange cones, bud.
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I hd to look hard to find the mailbox and where is the undercover fellow?
He isn't pictured in the drawing, however the window on the very right may look like somebody behind a tree, maybe a mouth with a cigarette... maybe
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