First National Bank of Fandom Town, Sunday afternoon

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There had been issues. Dick Dastardly couldn't find Muttley, he didn't have a plane to chase any pigeons... He couldn't even find a pigeon to catch! So he needed a pigeon locator and a plane, but he needed money to buy both of those since he couldn't find his regular mechanic.

He did have keys to a motorcycle, though, and it didn't take him long to find where the motorcycle was parked, paint it purple, and put a spikey drill thing on the front of it. Once that was all settled, Dick Dastardly rode over to the bank, where he would earn that money the old fashioned way: by stealing it. All he had to do was drill into the lock, ride his brand new Mean Machine over to the vault, and start drilling into that.

"Drat, drat, and double drat!" Dick Dastardly cursed as he started drilling. "This is going to take forever with this drill! Lucky for me, the bank is closed on Sunday, so I won't have any interruptions."

[OOC: Open to interruptions.]

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"DRAT, DRAT, AND TRIPLE DRAT!" Dick Dastardly said. "Well, only one thing left to do now." He pressed a big red button that activated the ejector seat, launching him straight into the ceiling. Since this wasn't a cartoon, he didn't break through the ceiling and roof to freedom outside completely unscathed. Instead, he hit the ceiling hard and fell back to the ground, also hard.

"I surrender," Dick Dastardly said as he saw stars, a pigeon, and a winged Muttley floating around his head.

Odds are, nobody else could see that. And nobody else could hear Muttley snickering at him.

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"Excellent choice," Anakin said, slapping handcuffs on him. "You have the right to remain silent--"

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"I wave it," Dick Dastardly said. "MUTTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, YOU INSUFFERABLE KLUTZ! YOU'LL REGRET NOT BEING HERE TO HELP ME!"