Grand Theft Karto
It was a beautiful, sunny weekend here in SoCal, which means one thing: the kids and the pets spend the entire time marinating in the pool.
I prefer sitting in the shade, trying unsuccessfully to keep wet Brody from shaking off all over me. Mild mannered Dr. V, benignly watching over the family as they take in the sunshine.
No one would suspect me of having more sinister intentions.
Such as go-kart theft.
What can I say? We got my son one for his birthday and I thought it looked like fun. I had to wait until he was distracted by the pool to get a turn, though.
And that baby can haul, I tell you. It was a ton of fun.
Until the fuzz showed up.
Uh oh. Busted going over the backyard speed limit.
Ma’am, can I see your license? What, you don’t have it on you?
Do you even have plates on this thing?
Whatcha got in that glove compartment, huh? Catnip? Ma’am, I think you’re going to need to step out of the cart.
You smell like Dos Equiis, ma’am. Have you been drinking? No?
Let’s see what you have on the passenger side, ma’am. Mm hmm. I’m going to need some backup here.
That’s right lady, the Black Shadow is my partner. You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to have to take you in….What’s that, Black Shadow? She’s the Food Bowl Lady?
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Aww, I’m just messing with ya! Ha! See you later lady! You’re not going to hold this against me tonight, right?
