It was rainy and all the children were sleepy.

he was big and buff but still weak his name was...

Floyd. Or Lloyd? Maybe it was Boyd. I really don't know, because he mumbled when he talked and I only ever half pay attention to people, which confounded the issue as he reached

for the sky. I realized, hole crap I am still holding a gun.

hole crap is donut shaped & very rare. Maybe that's why Mr Needlepoop appeared & asked whether I would mind if he collected a specimen. "Don't you see I'm busy heisting this bank?"

Mr Needlepoop just smiled, and nodded his head toward the pooper scooper. "Fine" I said, "let's get this over with." I told the bank guard to hang on a minute and crapped into Mr

Needlepoop's hat while Mr N scooped gold doubloons into his jumbo poop scoop. We then segued away while the bank guard scratched his head. I hugged Mr N with abandon. We were rich!

That was until the IRS came and took all our money. Mr N and I were poorer than ever. We did not know what to do. Soon we realized that the only solution was to pretend to be mad &

create a distraction at the local bank. As Penny would pretend to go into labor, Juan would jump behind the counter, and unlock the vaults. The plan was foolproof, except that

Juan was not. At that pivotal moment, when he leaped to scale the counter, his foot caught a cash till. He tumbled to the floor. Skull met marble and Juan's outlook became hazy.