Harley stopped yelling when a brick wall walked up to her. A brick wall with a face that looked like it ran into another brick wall. She gave him a looksie, from the top of his somewhat squarish head to the tips of his combat boots and back up again. He looked like a cuddler.
She was about to dismiss him when he said the magic words. “You know where my babies are?”
With a leash in each hand, she grasped his lapel and pulled herself up until her face was level with his. In order to accomplish that, given her generally diminutive stature, she sort of had to climb the brick wall. Harley ended up with her shins pressed against his stomach as she vertically knelt on him, using her grip on his leather jacket to hold herself in place.
“WHERE ARE THEY?” she all but screamed into his face. “All I found were the leashes, but I gotta find 'em! Before they chew their way out!” Then she paused and said in a more normal tone of voice, “You know, you smell. Didn't you get a gift basket? I bet there was deodorant in it. You should try using it, pal.”