MrFriendly

This is something I posted in another forum that I frequent a lot. It's a story about the kind of shenanigans I used to get up to in younger days, and the often bad yet amusing influence my brother had over me.

It was about 1am, and we walked passed an open Micky D's, strangely though, there was no one in it, not even staff members. So us being us, we nabbed one of the Ronald McDonald manikins that sits on the park bench with his arm out.

So my bro and I are walking down the street with this thing, figuring out what we should do with it. As we're concocting ideas, we see this dude running for dear life across an intersection that was up ahead. We were a bit WTF? but then we see a cop car speed along, slam the anchors, get out, and start chasing this dude down.

The cop car, it would seem, was left empty, with the engine running, and drivers sider door open. We now knew our mission, we now knew why we stole this damn manikin in the first place.

In unison, and without a word uttered, we moved with great pace towards the cop car. Time, was going to be of the essence. In one swift, orchestrated move, we opened the passenger side door, put Ronald in the seat, did up his seat belt, closed the door, and fled to a near by bush to view our handy work.

Ronald is shaped such that he's sitting down quite comfortably in the car seat, and his arm is holding the head rest of the drivers seat. It really was just all too perfect.

We wait patiently. The cop comes bolting back to the car, dives in, and drives off. We felt jipped that we wouldn't get to see his reaction. But we ran onto the road just encase. Sure enough, the cop got about 50 meters before he slammed the breaks and rolled out of the car yelling into the car with screams of "WHAT THE FUCK!". When the initial shock wore off, the cop suddenly realised what was going on.

Needles to say, both my bro and I almost passed out from laughter.

Aaaaaaaah good times, good times.

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