Darkwing of the National Security, was wondering around the parking lot of a bar, bumping into every car and then rubbing the roofs of the cars.
The manager comes out of the bar and stops Darkwing.
"What the heck are you doing?" he asks Darkwing.
"I'm looking for my car, and I can't find it."
"So how does feeling the roof help you?" He asked Darkwing.
"Well," Darkwing replied. "MY car has two blue lights and a siren on the roof!!"