Chapter Twenty-three
As Thelonious sat in a jail cell a couple hundred miles to the north, the town of Stumpville was hit for the second time by the armed g**g of little people wearing animal masks. This time their departure didn’t go quite so smoothly.
A Taste of Heaven’s Miss Polly happened to be standing outside the diner smoking a cigarette when a small car carrying four diminutive passengers drove slowly past. It double-parked in front of Stumpville Bank and Trust, at which point the vehicle’s doors flew open. Recognising the bear-faced fellow climbing down from the passenger seat, she ran inside to phone the sheriff’s department, nearly wetting herself with excitement as she reported what she’d seen, adding that this particular individual had stuck his g*n out the car window and ai
