After such a promising reaction in Vegas, Mr Sanchez knew he had to head off to LA to do some market research. Vegas might be a good little money spinner, but if he was to come back, it had to be in LA.
It took a while to reacquaint himself with the town, but he quickly got his bearings, and had a look around.
He soon began scoping out his old patch. So much was just as he remembered, and he relaxed, knowing, that things were going to turn out.
He had been away too long though. He had forgotten that the last thing a druggie can do is relax.
"Freeze chicken, wings in the air, RIGHT NOW!"
"CLUCK!"
And it was all over.
Mr Sanchez was in captivity again. This time captured by the LAPD, who knew their druggies, and more importantly, knew which ones were keeping up the payments.
This police officer knew she was in for a promotion, capturing the most wanted chicken in the country, single handed.
This spelt trouble for Mr Sanchez though.