A "Little" Moonlighting


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 * Aah, for the love of-- Not again! Fifth time this week...
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 * Lemme fill you in: The Z.P.D.'s got this online complaint form, right? A cop gives you too hard of a time, you write in.
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 * Now, I'VE got a stellar record, of course -- 'til recently. Thirty-seven messages asking why I stopped selling Pawpsicles.
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 * I mean, I'm flattered! But that's LITERALLY not my job anymore. Still... I've gotta keep my rating above water somehow...
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 * I mean, I'm flattered! But that's LITERALLY not my job anymore. Still... I've gotta keep my rating above water somehow...
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Level 9 "A Little Moonlighting"
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 * Send Nick to sell Pawpsicles in Little Rodentia.
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 * 25, 150
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 * ... Well, THAT explains a lot.
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 * Good news: Besides making a cool $168 -- after taxes, of course -- I figured out who was sending in all those complaints.
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 * Turns out, the executives at Lemming Bros. get PRETTY testy without their afternoon sugar fix.
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 * Should've figured it out earlier, really -- all the complaint emails were word-for-word identical.
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 * Should've figured it out earlier, really -- all the complaint emails were word-for-word identical.
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