The job was supposed to be easy for Arnold and Sonny. The shop was closed. All they had to do was clean out the cash register. Sonny, with his tendency to be jumpy and paranoid, had to do something. All it was was a rat scurrying across the floor, and the next thing Arnold knew there was a crack and his arm was bleeding.
"There was a sound!" Sonny screeched back like a crow.
Arnold shook his head and sighed when he heard the sound of he sirens. They were in for it now.
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