Lupin dives for the pile in a desperate move, and starts digging through the rubbish for something--anything--that he could use to throw Zenigata off of his guard. Even an octopus was welcome, although Lupin would regret ever picking it up and throwing at the inspector very quickly.

The stuffed kangaroos, books, assortment of panties, and wooden spoons offer him nothing. He sighs, hangs his head, and knows what he has to do.

He grabs a stuffed panda and approaches the door. "Pops? We both know I can't get anywhere. Want to call a truce for now?"