“I want to rob the bank” insisted Stephen’s chubby pompous impatient boss-Frank.
“Sure, I don’t really have a choice” Stephen replied.
It was half past ten and the two men were crouching uncomfortably in the bushes while being camouflaged. Their hearts were thumping rapidly as they shuffled inside the back door of the bank.
“The safe is this way” whispered Frank.
They scurried inside and put all they could, into their brown scruffy bags and darted back out again. Breathless, Stephen sat down beside the bonfire and the light blinded him.
“We have done it,” he thought…
Nee Naw Nee Naw.
“Sugar honey ice tea!” “Run!”