High-Fat Robbery


 * The Butcher: Here.
 * Security Guard: Oh. BBQ. Why didn't you say so?
 * Bank Teller: Oh!
 * Security Guard: Hey, everrybody! Free BBQ outside!
 * Bank Teller: Hey, pal! I'm asking you nicely get your fithy fingers off my drumstick!
 * Security Guard: Your drumstick? I grabbed it first!
 * Narrator: Meanwhile. Mysterious man to the second main back.
 * Secuirt Guard: Mine!
 * Bank Teller: Mine!


 * Becky: Bob, where you going?
 * Woman: Buy your free own BBQ!
 * Becky: Hey this is just what happened yesterday.