Parking Pirates, chapter 4
It's easy to rob a bank. You just need the right equipment, the right people and the right plan.
Our friends didn't have the right equipment, they didn't have the right people, but they did have the right plan.
Ellen and Lina had been planning robbing a local bank since they were 10 years old, and now they finally got to try it.
Ray parked their car some blocks away from a random bank in a little place called Averøya. Or, as Lina said, Avræn (I wont even bother to translate that).
"OK, so all we have to do is go in there, ask to see the guy who is in charge of the money and make him give us the money?" Bob asked.
Ellen nodded.
"Exactly."
She jumped out of the car.
"Follow me."
So they did.
"Don't lock the door." Linda said to Ray. "If this plan doesn't work, and I'm pretty sure it won't work, we're going to leave in a hurry, so you better leave it open."
"Yeah, you're right," Ray answered, and left the car open.
All of them approached the bank and they looked at each other. Gerard was very exited, so he giggled a little.
"Excuse me?" Ellen said to a lady with long, brown curls who was sitting behind a desk.
The woman looked up.
"We have an appointment with the dude that's watching over the money in this bank."
(How the hell did they ever get into that bank)?
"Yes, that would be our new employment... come this way... "She studied all of them "All of you."
"It's that easy?" Tre whispered to Lina.
"Yup." Lina answered. "Everything is easy in Norway. If you can cuddle the infection, they can amputate at once."
Tre didn't really know if that had anything to do with what they were talking about, so he just mumbled his last name.
The lady with the brown curls left them outside a blue door.
"You got the gun?" Ellen whispered to Lina.
She stood all still.
"You forgot the gun?"
"Hey, it's not like I'm like, that Butler guy from the Artemis fowl books, I just carry a gun."
"You have a gun?" Gerard asked.
"Of course not, what made you believe that?" Linda asked.
Everyone sight.
"What?"
"I brought an orange" Lina said hopefully.
Frank grabbed the orange Lina just had picked up from her pocket.
(Why the hell did she walk around with an orange in her pocket?)
They quickly opened the door and they all stumbled inside.
When they looked up they could see a weird guy with a... interesting... beard and a bald head.
"What the fuck? Jørund?"
Ellen, Lina and Linda got up.
"Hi" The guy said.
"It's our old teacher" Linda explained to the other people.
They nodded.
Gerard got up from the floor.
"Hand over the money bald man!" he yelled to Jørund.
Jørund looked surprised at them.
"You better do it man," Tre said. "This girl here has a gun."
He pointed at Linda.
"Actually, it's more like a banana," she said, and gave her banana to Gerard.
Lina got a little pissed off because they didn't want to use her orange, so she turned her back at Tre.
Gerard pulled Lindas banana and aimed it on the bald teacher. Ex teacher.
Jørund seemed to understand that Tre was a little nuts, and then he assumed that the other people were a little nuts too, so he handed over a bag.
After all, you never know what four youths and five rock stars could do with a banana.
Gerard reached after the bag, hid it under his shirt (even though everyone could see that he was hiding something there).
"OK, let's go!" He said, still aiming the banana on Jørund.
When everyone was out of the room they walked slowly out of the bank.
Then they ran as fast as they could back to the car.
Lina, Ellen and Linda giggled as if they were high.
Dilt was more interested in a bass that was lying around in the back seat.
They all gathered around the bag.
Frank opened it and inside they saw...
"A hair cure?!"
Silence.
"Well, that wasn't exactly what we had planned," Linda said and picked up the hair cure.
Ray took it from her.
"I think this guy is trying to make his hair grow... "
They all looked at each other.
Then they giggled like hell.
*
Jørund was sad.
He couldn't find his beloved hair cure, and he didn't know what to do without it. He needed to grow hair. He wanted hair.
Then he remembered.
The people who had threatened him with a banana.
They had probably taken the bag with his hair cure. If he just could find a way to get it back.
Jørunds evil brain cells began working, and he was sure of that within three months he would have figured out a perfect plan to save his bald head.
He would get his revenge.
Our friends didn't have the right equipment, they didn't have the right people, but they did have the right plan.
Ellen and Lina had been planning robbing a local bank since they were 10 years old, and now they finally got to try it.
Ray parked their car some blocks away from a random bank in a little place called Averøya. Or, as Lina said, Avræn (I wont even bother to translate that).
"OK, so all we have to do is go in there, ask to see the guy who is in charge of the money and make him give us the money?" Bob asked.
Ellen nodded.
"Exactly."
She jumped out of the car.
"Follow me."
So they did.
"Don't lock the door." Linda said to Ray. "If this plan doesn't work, and I'm pretty sure it won't work, we're going to leave in a hurry, so you better leave it open."
"Yeah, you're right," Ray answered, and left the car open.
All of them approached the bank and they looked at each other. Gerard was very exited, so he giggled a little.
"Excuse me?" Ellen said to a lady with long, brown curls who was sitting behind a desk.
The woman looked up.
"We have an appointment with the dude that's watching over the money in this bank."
(How the hell did they ever get into that bank)?
"Yes, that would be our new employment... come this way... "She studied all of them "All of you."
"It's that easy?" Tre whispered to Lina.
"Yup." Lina answered. "Everything is easy in Norway. If you can cuddle the infection, they can amputate at once."
Tre didn't really know if that had anything to do with what they were talking about, so he just mumbled his last name.
The lady with the brown curls left them outside a blue door.
"You got the gun?" Ellen whispered to Lina.
She stood all still.
"You forgot the gun?"
"Hey, it's not like I'm like, that Butler guy from the Artemis fowl books, I just carry a gun."
"You have a gun?" Gerard asked.
"Of course not, what made you believe that?" Linda asked.
Everyone sight.
"What?"
"I brought an orange" Lina said hopefully.
Frank grabbed the orange Lina just had picked up from her pocket.
(Why the hell did she walk around with an orange in her pocket?)
They quickly opened the door and they all stumbled inside.
When they looked up they could see a weird guy with a... interesting... beard and a bald head.
"What the fuck? Jørund?"
Ellen, Lina and Linda got up.
"Hi" The guy said.
"It's our old teacher" Linda explained to the other people.
They nodded.
Gerard got up from the floor.
"Hand over the money bald man!" he yelled to Jørund.
Jørund looked surprised at them.
"You better do it man," Tre said. "This girl here has a gun."
He pointed at Linda.
"Actually, it's more like a banana," she said, and gave her banana to Gerard.
Lina got a little pissed off because they didn't want to use her orange, so she turned her back at Tre.
Gerard pulled Lindas banana and aimed it on the bald teacher. Ex teacher.
Jørund seemed to understand that Tre was a little nuts, and then he assumed that the other people were a little nuts too, so he handed over a bag.
After all, you never know what four youths and five rock stars could do with a banana.
Gerard reached after the bag, hid it under his shirt (even though everyone could see that he was hiding something there).
"OK, let's go!" He said, still aiming the banana on Jørund.
When everyone was out of the room they walked slowly out of the bank.
Then they ran as fast as they could back to the car.
Lina, Ellen and Linda giggled as if they were high.
Dilt was more interested in a bass that was lying around in the back seat.
They all gathered around the bag.
Frank opened it and inside they saw...
"A hair cure?!"
Silence.
"Well, that wasn't exactly what we had planned," Linda said and picked up the hair cure.
Ray took it from her.
"I think this guy is trying to make his hair grow... "
They all looked at each other.
Then they giggled like hell.
*
Jørund was sad.
He couldn't find his beloved hair cure, and he didn't know what to do without it. He needed to grow hair. He wanted hair.
Then he remembered.
The people who had threatened him with a banana.
They had probably taken the bag with his hair cure. If he just could find a way to get it back.
Jørunds evil brain cells began working, and he was sure of that within three months he would have figured out a perfect plan to save his bald head.
He would get his revenge.
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