Moose? What Moose?

The Local animal control officer Ginny Wilkins and two SPCA "Cops" were waiting for me as I arrived to open the gate at 6am. They were standing in front of a white box truck that was blocking the gate.
"What's up?" I greeted them, rolling down the window of the van. I could tell that something was up, because they were all looking nervous, hoping no one else arrived before they could get inside.
"Ah, we have an item that needs disposal," said the tall blak dude with a goatee. He was wearing sunglasses even though the sky was still grey with morning mist.
"Item?" I asked looking at the unmarked truck. "What sort of item?"
The ACO, Ginny, and I were well-acquainted. She held her hand out to me. "Just give me the keys to this padlock and stop fucking around, will you?. We got a situation here."
"Situation?" I was starting to sound like and echo. "What sort of..." But I was interrupted by the fat guy, who (I shit you not) had pulled-out what looked like a Glock pistal and aimed it at my face.
"Give her the keys, you piece of shit! Before I bust a cap in your ass!" he squeeked.

I've had a lot of guns aimed at me over the years, and I could see that the "gun" was a just a toy made of plastic painted to look like metal. The barrel opening was plugged with an orange plastic cork. I started to snicker. "Hey please don't Shoot me, fat boy. I'm opening the gate!" I yelled in mock fear, getting out of the van.

"Jiles, cut the shit. Put the fucking cap gun away." said the black dude to the fat guy. Jiles returned the toy to his belt. Then, looking at me the black dude says, "Look we need to get in and, ah, dispose of something, and we'd rather not see it made public. Know what I mean?" He was teasing what looked like a Franklin out of his jacket pocket. Ginny was nodding.

Suddenly, I knew what was up. The TV news at eleven last night had an item about a young female moose that had been roaming around the suburbs. Finally, the authorities had tranquilized the moose and taken her to New Hampshire for release in a safe environment.

"This would be the "released" moose," I said jerking my thimb toward the box truck.
"Yeah, said Ginny, "I used an elephant dart by mistake. My bad."
"We need a big hole and fast," she said, calmer now.

"It would be quite an embarrassment if the public found out..."
Said the black dude waving the Franklin like a flag. They chuckled nervously, as I took the Franklin and stashed it in my shirt pocket.
"No Problem," I said and unlocked the gate.