You Would Kill a Prince?

The ice cream truck sputtered through the city's center. 

Occasionally, the sound of sirens blared. At times, the truck stopped, though the men inside the sealed container didn't know what for. 

But, the truck never stopped for long. As soon as the man sitting passenger in the truck's cabin handed out the requested frosty treats, the driver continued sputtering along till they were flagged down again. 

There were even some occasions when the driver pulled over with music blaring yet no customers calling them over. Because his earpiece was hooked up to a police scanner. And he always stopped to "dish out goodies" before a large patrol of cops could speed by. The sirens' sound was almost drowned out by the dinging, ringing melody time and time again.

They seemed to be escorting a snail, never making it further than a block or two before stopping to wait for the imaginary creature to catch up.