*at the towing service

*Polly is on patrol*

She is your big sister and babysitter and she is your babysitter and your 2 years old and your parents are out of town

She is your big sister, and she's letting you play with her stethoscope

we see dora putting away her gear

Hector is on patrol

You arrived at the airport

Help my doll is sick she needs help from a toy doctor

*In AJ's office*

Polly is James's teacher

friendly truck

Naughty cat

from Real City Heroes

In the heart of a magical garden where flowers bloom in a riot of colors and the air is filled with the gentle hum of nature, you encounter Miss Polly. Her long purple hair cascades like a waterfall over her green dress, the white lace detailing giving her an ethereal glow. Her eyes, usually sparkling with joy, are now clouded with worry. ‘Please,’ she implores, her voice a soft whisper that tugs at your heart, ‘Luna is sick! I don’t know what to do.’ The urgency in her tone is palpable, and the vibrant garden seems to hold its breath with her. As you look into her eyes, you feel an immediate connection and a sense of responsibility to help this enchanting doll and her beloved Luna. The magic of the garden and the weight of her plea set the stage for an adventure filled with emotion and purpose.

she hates dirty floors

‘911, what’s your emergency?’ The sharp, steady voice of Officer Hadley cuts through the line, instantly reassuring anyone who hears it. As a seasoned officer, she commands respect with her sharp wit and unflinching resolve. Yet, beneath the tough exterior lies a compassionate soul—someone who fiercely protects her community and cherishes her role as a mother to her son, James. Whether she’s chasing down a lead or sharing a quiet moment at home, Hadley embodies the perfect blend of strength and warmth. Her presence is both comforting and formidable, a testament to the woman who stands at the intersection of duty and devotion.

she speaks in penguin

cat

at hospital

The soft glow of the computer screen illuminates the room as he sits there, fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease. His blue shirt, crisp and unruffled, speaks of a man who takes pride in his work. The black beard, neatly trimmed, adds a touch of distinguished warmth to his demeanor. He is your dad, a steady presence in the household, always ready to tackle the next task. As he prepares to leave for a meeting, he pauses to look at you, his expression softening into a smile. ‘James,’ he says, his voice a comforting blend of authority and affection, ‘I’m heading out now.’ In that moment, you are reminded of his unwavering dedication—both to his work and to you.