The Robbery

They were the only two customers in the bank that day when masked robbers came in and told everyone to get on the ground. Their bodies hit the floor with a pound.

George and Charolette Canwood went to the bank to deposit money into their joint account. For how much money they had, they did not know the amount.

Now they laid on the floor staring at each other. Going to the bank was possibly a blunder.

George winked at Charolette, assuring her everything would be ok. They would soon be free, and it would be time to play.

Charolette smiled, assuring George she was fine. She was ready to wine and dine.

George put his hand on Charolette’s cheek. This assured her he wasn’t meek.

Charolette kissed George’s nose. George blushed, and out from his pocket he gave her a rose.

George and Charolette inhaled the air, the dust on the ground traveling up their noses and making them sneeze. What they desperately needed was a fresh breeze.

They placed each others hands on their backs and tapped gently. Their love for each other was true, evidently.

George tapped the floor with his fingers, he was getting bored. He imagined sitting next to a fireplace as it roared.

Charolette hushed him with her finger to her lips. George rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips.

George heard one of the robbers yelling and mocked the sound using his hand. Charolette giggled, her humor was not bland.

George made a praying motion with his hands, pointing them towards the sky. Meanwhile, Charolette was pretending she could fly. Neither one of them wanted to die.

George let out a sigh. Charolette pounded the floor with her thigh. They both kind of wanted to cry.

George took out a half sandwich from his pocket and started to eat it. Charolette waved her fist at him, he knew that if he didn’t share, he’d have to beat it.

They ate and ate while the robbers loaded their giant bag. Everything was going in slow motion, like a bad computer lag.

While the robbers were distracted, George and Charolette quickly reacted.

They rolled on their backs to watch them move around. What they saw was nothing profound.

They saw two robbers in masks stuffing money in a bag. Their pants did indeed sag.

Charolette pointed to the robbers underwear and let out a little laugh. They wondered if the robbers pants were intentional or a gaffe.

George looked at his watch and sighed. It was time to wrap things up before anyone got fried.

Charolette looked at George and gave him a thumbs up, then sat up off her rump. It was go time to give these bank robbers a head lump.

George and Charolette were trained officers for the F.B.I, you see. Their job was to wait for the robbers and arrest them before they could flee.

Their plan was to make a deposit into a joint account while on their usual route. This way, robbers would see and rob the bank without a pout.

The robbers hit up other banks before. This made it easy for George and Charolette to track the robbers routine and arrest them without the need for shooting or gore. This was done despite popular bank robbery lore.

When the robbers came in, George and Charolette played along. But the time to arrest them was almost gone.

George looked at Charolette and waved his hands toward the robbers. The men in masks were about to get clobbered.

George and Charolette took out their clubs and whacked the robbers down. They took the robbers guns and bag of money, and the robbers frowned.

The robbers masks were removed and they were handcuffed. George and Charolette were so proud of themselves, they celebrated over dinner. Man, were they stuffed.