Image: © Fandango
Fang and Dang decided that the Old Dutch windmill would be the ideal place to meet up after the heist.
Today they were targeting the bank. There was a shipment of gold being delivered, and Fang and Dang saw it as payday.
They had it all planned, the time, the getaway, the rendezvous, it was the perfect plan.
It all went smoothly until they realised hadn’t counted on the weight. They couldn’t carry it all and weighed down there was a problem.
In the distance they heard the police sirens, Fang turned left, Dang turned right, both struggled under the weight on their backs. The police arrived in time to see the two idiots labouring along the street, then to everyone’s amusement the straps on their packs broke and the gold scattered on the ground.
“Drats,” said Fang to Dang, their plans of being rich suddenly put on hold.
In the background, the old windmill rotated as if giggling at their folly.