Unleash my fury

I just got back from one of my after-dark neighborhood patrols. I like to walk the streets, make my presence known to the local low-lifes. In a cul-de-sac near my house, I caught the scent of a suspected prowler. I gave the ground a thorough sniffing, trying to pinpoint his location. He was nearby. I cracked my pug knuckles, ready to give this miscreant a well-deserved thrashing. After donning my Bat Thermal Goggles, I turned from the sidewalk and began to walk toward the house, where the punk was probably trying to break in or peep through the window. But then the leash stopped me in my tracks. I tried to pull, but my parents wouldn't budge. "Come on, Batpug," they said, giving a slight tug. "Let's go this way. Stay on the sidewalk." So whatever that creep was up to, he probably got away with it. Next time, I'll be patrolling alone.