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Beertruck
[Scene: The Sit n' Spit (softball bleachers)]
Ed: Hey, Stevo, can I borrow \\$5?
Stevo: Well, I'm a bit short this week.
Gil: Hey, guys, I just thought of this crazy idea. Why don't
we rob a beer truck?
Stevo: I dunno.
Ed: Why do we wanna rob a beer truck?
Gil: Well, because......
[Fade to a convienience store beside a busy highway]
Gil: Now you just wait for my signal then go.
Stevo: Okay, Gil.
*Gil goes inside and talks to the beer man. The beer man is
so interested in Gilbert's words tat he forgets about his
job. Gilbert flashes the okay sign*
Stevo: Okay, now!
*Ed and Stevo steal all the beer in the beer truck and put
it in their vehicles and drive to a big factory*
Ed: That was easy.
Stevo: You said it. Now we wait for Gil.
*Gil joins them*
Gil: Alright, now we just wait here for the factory workers
to get off work and we watch the money roll in.
[flash to a big room filled with money]
Gil: Didn't I tell you?
Stevo: Yeah, Gil, you were right.
Ed: I'm sorry to have doubted you.
[Fade back to bleachers]
Ed: Um, Gil, I have a few doubts about that.
Gil: What do you mean?
Ed: Well, I think it would be different. First of all,
we'll make about as much as we would with a regular job. Secondly, the beer won't be cold, and third of all, it
won't happen the way you said it.
Gil: So how would it go then?
Ed: Well.....
[Fade to convienience store]
Gil: Just wait for my signal.
Stevo: Okay.
*beerman puts the beer in the cooler while Gilbert tries
to distract him*
Ed: Did he signal us yet?
Stevo: No.
*Gilbert waves his hands frantically*
Stevo: O.... kay, I guess that's it. Go.
*Ed and Stevo put some beer in their truck. Beerman comes out*
Ed: Uh-oh. RUN!
*Stevo and Ed drive as fast as they can, attempting to
outrun the cops. When they see they're gonna fail, they
pull over*
Stevo (voiceover): So then what will we do?
Gil (voiceover): If that happens....
Officer: Excuse me, boys, but I heard you had a lot of beer
that ain't yours.
Gil: Hey, officer, we bought all this at the store. You
want some?
Stevo (voiceover): Oh, come on.
Officer: I don't need any beer. And where you're going,
you won't either.
[in prison]
Prisoner: So how did you three get in here.
Stevo and Ed: WE LISTENED TO GIL!
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