Paper Towels
"Paper towels! The donkey needs an apron!" Timmy screamed as he ran around, filling the halls with echoes. Down below, the others rushed to get into the cages of the vault as all the guards ran to assist Timmy and tend to his needs. They slipped into the lower levels of the building. This was the most extensive housing of diamonds in the tri-state area; they had to hit it quick and hard. The biggest score of their life sat in front of them as Timmy did his job. The man said, "I'm in," sporting a ski mask and brandishing a drill said as he dropped the drill at his feet. Backing away from the drilled hole, he continued, "60 seconds. Go." Another masked individual stepped forward and started work on the hole. "You did not give me a lot to work with here." "Enough talking," the third masked individual said, scanning his surroundings. "We do not have much time. " A loud click's heard, and the second masked man grins to the first and third with joy in his eyes. "I'm in." Three men rush into the vault. This job is not your average score, and each man stops for a moment to fully take in the scene before them. This is the biggest score of their lives, the biggest vault they’ve ever come across, and the most significant score they’ve attempted as a group. Yes, it is a diamond store, but this store houses something special. The leader commands his men, "Get as much as you can. This is the end! Let's make it worth it!" Each man scurries around grabbing as much as possible until a menacing voice reverberates throughout the vault. “Forget the loose shit! Get the boxes!” Both men nodded as they stopped what they were doing and started prying open the safe deposit boxes that were guaranteed to be secure. “Guarantee my ass!” one of the men said as he pried open the box and removed its contents. As the seconds ticked away, the leader stormed about, chastising each member of the crew. "You know what we are here to do! Stop floundering and follow the plan." Both men stopped and stared at their leader, sharing an awkward glance before continuing to loot the vault. "Only 60 seconds left boys," the leader said, scooping more diamonds into his bag. "Let's go out in style!" As Timmy rushes around the corner, he is tackled by security in an unceremonious fashion. As he scrambles about, he screams, "Donkey! Toothpaste! Paper towels! The dwarf smells like acorns!" as security restrains him. 50,000 volts burns through Timmy's body and he falls flat to the floor. "Mussels…Sprouts...Shock…and It HURTS ME!" Timmy screams through clenched teeth as the electricity courses through his body. "But my FRI—ENDS" "What?" An officer asks as he places handcuffs on Timmy. As the officer rises to his feet, he notices a small group of people wandering in the back of the store. Drawing his weapon, he goes after the shadows only to find three masked individuals leaving through the back exit. "Freeze," the officer demands. Bullets whoosh past him as each member of the crew fires at him. He wasn't struck, but he was startled beyond belief. He fires, hitting each member of the team in their thighs or buttocks. This would guarantee that he can interrogate his suspects, and they wouldn't succumb to their wounds. As the officer races down to subdue the criminals, Timmy wanders out into the action and smiles. "I told you, officer." Timmy says and takes a step forward, smiling at the officer as he continues. "We're going to need…PAPER TOWELS!"
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