Sammy: Alright, let’s run through this one more time from
the top. I will be positioned here, across from the bank on
this park bench. Now, according to the intel we got from
Jimmy. . .
Ralph: ah, who’s Jimmy?
Sammy: Jeez Ralph! Pay attention, will ya? Jimmy’s our
mole, you know. . . . the guy on the inside. . . He’s been
snooping and passing on the info to us so we can pull this
heist off!
Frankie: Yea, Ralph, clean the moth balls outta your ears
and listen up. This here is important , you don’t wanna end
up back in the slammer, do ya? Your role is pretty
important here, we’re depending on you, man.
Ralph: Ok, ok! I’m listening! moth balls, hrumph. . .
Sammy: Alright then, . . . . was I? Oh yeah, ok, so I’ll be
the lookout. . . . here on the bench across from the bank.
Nobody moves until I give the go-ahead, Alright? And
what’s the goahead? . . . Ralph?
Ralph: You, umm. . . ah. . . . yeah, you’ll take off your hat
and scratch your head!
Sammy: Right. When I take my hat off and scratch my
head, you do what?
Ralph: I get in the box.
Frankie: Right, you get in the box. I’ll make sure it’s all
sealed and then, posing as a delivery guy, I’ll drop off a
‘special package’ for the manager. Now, according to
Jimmy, the bank manager is leaving early on
Tuesday ’cause it’s his wedding anniversary. He and the
wife are having a romantic rendezvous in the country, so
any packages delivered will be left unopened in his office
until he gets back late on Wednesday. . . .
Sammy: . . . . . . Which gives us access to his office for at
least Come hours. . . . Ralph, this is where you come in. . . .
where are you?
Ralph: I’m standing right next to you Sammy, Sorry Sam,
I’m in the box. Right there. . . in that box.
Frankie: . . . . what do you do once I deliver you to the
manager’s office?
Ralph: I stay in the box until the bank has closed, . I get
out of the box.
Sammy: . . . . then? What next, Ralph? Oh for Pete’s sake!
This is never going to work.
Ralph: Hey, give me a chance here, fellas! I, um, I crack
the safe . then, thenI take the money. . . . then I. . .
ummmmm, I get back in the box.
Frankie: ’Atta boy Ralph! In the morning I come back to
the bank, say there’s been a mix-up with the delivery I
made and take the ‘special package’ back here.
Sammy: Alright, let’s get some sleep. . . it’s a big day
tomorrow fellas!
Frankie: A perfect plan, Sammy! It went off without a
hitch!
Sammy: Let’s open this up and get Ralph out here so we
can start counting the money!
Ralph: Phew! I sure am glad to see you guys! I was sure
getting lonely with no one to talk.
Frankie: That’s nice, ok how much!
Ralph: Huh?Uh,, really, really, really glad?
Sammy: Money, Ralph! Money!
Ralph: Oh man, I knew I forgot something. . . . . . .