The thing about being thrown chaotically through a rift in time and space is that you never know what you might run into. It helps to be prepared for everything and anything, regardless of the circumstances of where you happen to have been thrown into.

Sometimes being prepared for everything means having the means to defend yourself if necessary. In this particular instance, it's better if Tyler is prepared for his rescuer being entirely unlikely.

Because when you've been cornered by what looks like very angry cat people who don't seem to have taken too fondly to the fact that Tyler may be a little too canine for their taste, you don't expect them to be startled by the blare of a horn and the squeal of tires as the cavalry rides to the rescue. You also don't expect the getaway car to be a wiener mobile.

Irma squeals to a stop in a half turn that couldn't have been more perfect if performed by a professional stunt driver (though Shawn believes he is - one day on the job totally counts), but might have been cooler if it wasn't done by a giant hot dog. All the same, the cat people are startled or knocked to the ground and Shawn pokes his head out the window as he waves Tyler over.

"Dude, get in!"