breaking into the owner's house and call

breaking into the owner's house and call for the police. The door is opened and the robber ran as fast as he can.

He sprang towards the stairs, almost stumbling from the size of the bag he was carrying. Suddenly, he felt warm breath blowing against his neck.

"Great time to get cozy Barb" said her husband the Ninja while he was taking out the trash.

and by "taking out the trash", he meant carrying garbage to the can in the garage. Aging ninjas lead the same lives as you or me...sneaking out back for a smoke, cleaning up after

birds who leave ample evidence of their presence. If being a ninja taught him anything, it was to remain silent, but deadly. Never leave a trail for others to find. The aging ninja

but possessing remarkable rectal control. Stealthily, Grampa Ninja wheeled his chair through the retirement home propelled only by his silent-but-deadlies. "This soup tastes funny,

" opined a fellow resident as Grampa Ninja zoomed past. Upon reaching the activity room, Grampa Ninja stealthily hobbled over to the yogurt buffet and cut in line. "Sprinkles," he

mused, dumping the colorful pieces into his pants. Grampa Ninja proceeded to parkour into the game room where he immediately looked for his girlfriend of the week, Susie. "Hey

baby," he whispered in her ear, "I've got a surprise in my pants for you." "EH?" He shouted, "I've got a surprise in my pants!" "A SUNRISE IN YOUR PANTS?" "SURPRISE!" "SUN FRIES?"