On another sunny morning, Rick was at his house. He just went onto his balcony, and stapled a painting he made onto a wall. After that he grabbed a lighter, and burned the painting.
Meanwhile on a bridge por the docks
Richard: *Standing on edge of bridge*
Ponies: *Passing por in cars*
Richard: *Jumps* AAAAAHH!!!
He was attached to a rope, which prevented him from going into the water.
Richard: *Swinging around* Woohoo!! Yeah!
30 minutos later at a bar.
Richard: Ah, we're all having a good time.
Jim: Yep. And now, I've only got three days left until I retire.
Cops: *Cheering*
Richard: Cheers for a peaceful future. *bangs mug with Jim's mug*
John: hola Jimmy, how about a speech?
Jim: No.
Cops: Aw, come on.
Jim: Ok fine. It's been great working with tu shitheads.
Cops: *Laughing*
Jim: *Leaves bar*
Richard: *Following Jim* Hey, wait up.
Jim: Yeah?
Richard: tu going after Masters again?
Jim: Yeah. I know exactly where he is, and I'm going to arrest him.
Richard: Can I go with you?
Jim: No.
Richard: Aw, come on.
Jim: N-O.
Richard: Whatever *Grabs something from bottom of truck* I got tu a retirement gift.
Jim: *Opens package* Aw neat. A fishing pole.
Richard: The best one I could find, and I had it hidden under my truck for six days.
Jim: Wow. Thank tu very much Richard. I really do appreciate it. *Walks to his car*
Richard: tu be careful.
Jim: tu got it *Drives away*
Meanwhile in Rick Master's hideout.
Rick: *Looks at paper* Ah, money. How I amor tu so. That is why I'm going to make counterfeits out of you.
Rick: *Puts money on machine*
First to make counterfeit money, tu copy it onto another piece of paper.
siguiente tu put the piece of paper onto a machine that rolls the money around into a printer, and the counterfeits get printed onto another piece of paper.
Once they're all set up, tu get all the counterfeit dollars stacked up, and cut them up on a huge machine.
siguiente tu place them in a washing machine with a lot of poker chips, and tu have them go around for at least ten minutes. That way your counterfeit dollars will look like actual dollars and be más wrinkly.
After Rick did all that, he got in his Eventador, and drove away.
Several hours later, Jim was driving towards Rick's hideout. It was very far away.
The siguiente day
Jim: *Stops car siguiente to small cliff* *Looks at hideout through binoculars*
No one was around, and Jim flew to the hideout
Jim: *Lands on ground then looks around* *Opens big garbage can* (The counterfeit money has to be here somewhere.) *Looks through can*
Rick: *Sleeping in trailer*
Fuku: *Arrives with shotgun*
Jim: *Turns around to shoot Fuku*
Fuku: *Shoots Jim*
Jim: Ah! *Falls on ground*
Rick: *Walks to Jim* Buddy, you're at the wrong place in the wrong time.
Fuku: *Shoots Jim in the head*
Jim: AAAGH! *Dies*
Rick: Let's go *Leaves*
Fuku: *Follows Rick*
2 B continued
Meanwhile on a bridge por the docks
Richard: *Standing on edge of bridge*
Ponies: *Passing por in cars*
Richard: *Jumps* AAAAAHH!!!
He was attached to a rope, which prevented him from going into the water.
Richard: *Swinging around* Woohoo!! Yeah!
30 minutos later at a bar.
Richard: Ah, we're all having a good time.
Jim: Yep. And now, I've only got three days left until I retire.
Cops: *Cheering*
Richard: Cheers for a peaceful future. *bangs mug with Jim's mug*
John: hola Jimmy, how about a speech?
Jim: No.
Cops: Aw, come on.
Jim: Ok fine. It's been great working with tu shitheads.
Cops: *Laughing*
Jim: *Leaves bar*
Richard: *Following Jim* Hey, wait up.
Jim: Yeah?
Richard: tu going after Masters again?
Jim: Yeah. I know exactly where he is, and I'm going to arrest him.
Richard: Can I go with you?
Jim: No.
Richard: Aw, come on.
Jim: N-O.
Richard: Whatever *Grabs something from bottom of truck* I got tu a retirement gift.
Jim: *Opens package* Aw neat. A fishing pole.
Richard: The best one I could find, and I had it hidden under my truck for six days.
Jim: Wow. Thank tu very much Richard. I really do appreciate it. *Walks to his car*
Richard: tu be careful.
Jim: tu got it *Drives away*
Meanwhile in Rick Master's hideout.
Rick: *Looks at paper* Ah, money. How I amor tu so. That is why I'm going to make counterfeits out of you.
Rick: *Puts money on machine*
First to make counterfeit money, tu copy it onto another piece of paper.
siguiente tu put the piece of paper onto a machine that rolls the money around into a printer, and the counterfeits get printed onto another piece of paper.
Once they're all set up, tu get all the counterfeit dollars stacked up, and cut them up on a huge machine.
siguiente tu place them in a washing machine with a lot of poker chips, and tu have them go around for at least ten minutes. That way your counterfeit dollars will look like actual dollars and be más wrinkly.
After Rick did all that, he got in his Eventador, and drove away.
Several hours later, Jim was driving towards Rick's hideout. It was very far away.
The siguiente day
Jim: *Stops car siguiente to small cliff* *Looks at hideout through binoculars*
No one was around, and Jim flew to the hideout
Jim: *Lands on ground then looks around* *Opens big garbage can* (The counterfeit money has to be here somewhere.) *Looks through can*
Rick: *Sleeping in trailer*
Fuku: *Arrives with shotgun*
Jim: *Turns around to shoot Fuku*
Fuku: *Shoots Jim*
Jim: Ah! *Falls on ground*
Rick: *Walks to Jim* Buddy, you're at the wrong place in the wrong time.
Fuku: *Shoots Jim in the head*
Jim: AAAGH! *Dies*
Rick: Let's go *Leaves*
Fuku: *Follows Rick*
2 B continued
