It had seemed ridiculously easy. All Ronald had had to do was go into the bank, wave with the gun and take some money. But no, that wasn't what had happened...

He had parked his car outside, pulled a stocking over his head, as apparently one should do, and walked to a cashier. Ronald had expected fear, was ready for it even. But she had laughed! That was when he'd seen his reflection in the glass. The stockinglegs hung like ears from his head. Panic-truck, he had turned around, and run straight into a pillar.

Even the policemen had laughed.

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A/N: This is based on a true story.