It was super duper early on a school day. The old town was quiet. Not one muffled sound could be heard. This would have spooked most people, but not Ybobb and Lav. Nothing and I mean nothing scares Ybobb and Lav. They drove into town in their flashy red convertible like they were daring someone, and I mean someone, to cross them.
They pulled into a parking spot in front of the Yellow Rose Café just as the proprietor, whom everyone calls Prop, turned the sign around.
Lav: Oh boy, are we going to eat, Cousin Ybobb? I’m starving. I can’t remember the last time I had a good café cooked meal. Do you think they have cinnamon rolls?
Ybobb: Life is tough, Cousin Lav, but it’s tougher if you’re stupid, (John Wayne.)You are right on the cusp of being stupid. Now why would I pull up to a café if I wasn’t planning for us to eat?
Lav: Well, when we rob cafes we don’t usually eat first, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to change it up a little, I guess.
Ybobb: We aren’t going to rob this place, Lav. We only rob the bad guys. I hear tell that Prop is a stand-up individual. Let’s stroll on in and grab some grub.
Lav: I don’t really like grub. I’m going to ask if they have cinnamon rolls.
And so it goes in the small berg of Pittsville… a town that most people would drive right through, but then Ybobb and Lav aren’t like most people. Little do they know, and I mean they are clueless to the fact that life as they know it is about to take a turn.
Man sitting by the window in the Yellow Rose Cafe: Hey…didn’t I see you two drive up in a red Chevrolet Impala Convertible 348 V-8 Special Super Turbo-Thrust 4-speed?
Ybobb: The red one?
Man: Yeah, the red one. Leastwise that’s the one two guys have been messing with ever since you two sat down with your grub and cinnamon roll. Looks to me like they’re hot wiring it. Whoa! they got it running and off they go down the road. Lookie there. A tow truck following it.
Lav: Oh man…they’re repossessing our red Chevrolet Impala Convertible 348 V-8 Special Super Turbo-Thrust 4-speed again.
Ybobb: Well, at least we’re not in it this time. I hate being towed. Sit down and finish your cinnamon roll, Cousin Lav. Life as we know it is about to take a turn.