It was 80 degrees in the shade. A wearing a heavy army jacket, a pullover wool , and dark sunglasses walked into the First American at the corner of Maple and Main streets downtown Short Beach.
The man walked up to teller and held up a hand grenade for to see. He said, “Give me all your , all the money in this bank, right now!”
in the lobby screamed and started running, even security guard. Nervously, the young female teller handed man three big bags loaded with cash. He out the door. A second later, one of money bags exploded, covering him with red dye. yelled in pain and surprise, and started pacing in circles because he couldn't see where he going.
He couldn’t see, but he could hear. heard the police siren get closer. Then he the police tell him to get down on stomach on the sidewalk and put his hands his back. They handcuffed him and placed him the back of the police car.
Seeing the grenade on the sidewalk, the police told everyone get back. They sealed off the whole block called the bomb squad. The bomb squad came examined the hand grenade. Then they laughed. They the police it was a fake. The hand was actually a harmless dummy, something a 12-year-old play with.
The police chuckled. The bank employees to work. The bank customers returned to their . The bank robber, hopefully, would never return.