Summary : Though they've been in scenarios before that tested their limits, this one might test both Ralph and Bill's patience.
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It was a nice, but rather chilly, November afternoon in California as Ralph drove up to Orange County State Bank.
Turning off the car and gathering his checks to deposit, Ralph smiled at the check on the top - it was a nice bonus for winning the debate competition at the last convention he attended. He planed to use the money for a field trip to Disneyland with his class to teach the science behind the rides.
"Ralph, wouldja quit starin' at pieces of paper and get a move on?" said a voice next to Ralph.
Groaning, the man turned and glared at Bill Maxwell, friend and teammate thanks to a couple of intergalactic aliens and a suit with unearthly powers. "C'mon Bill, it'll only take about two minutes. The bank's not that busy this time of the day. Besides, let me enjoy my prize before I can cash it."
"Yeah, you're gonna use that money ta get the kids a chance to go see Mickey Mouse, why not save it for something better?"
"Like what?"
"Burgers and cokes, seeing as we eat them a lot," said Bill as he saw Ralph get out of the car. "Just hurry up huh? Ya said we'd go work on suit powers."
"Yes, I did Bill. Now, if you'll stay here and let me deposit my checks, we can then go to the desert," he said, then smirked. "If you behave, I'll even bring you back a lollipop from the tellers."
Seeing Bill roll his eyes and mumble something about kids, Ralph chuckled and entered the bank. It was rather slow, and after endorsing his checks, went over to the teller. He sighed slightly as he saw the woman with the teller was in the middle of counting coins, and looked like it'd take a couple of minutes.
As he looked at his watch, a man walked into the bank wearing a grey hooded sweater, jeans and high-tops. He approached the teller station, knocking Ralph slightly out of the way. "Excuse me," said Ralph, only to see the man pull out a revolver and point it at him.
The teller jumped back and gave a short scream, causing the robber to point the revolver at her. "Shut up. I want you to put all the money in this bag," the gunman said harshly.
As the teller started to comply, she put in a fake bundle that had a tracer, but the robber threw it against the wall. He then grabbed her arm and twisted it, causing her to yell in pain. "Pull a stunt like that again and you'll die," he said as he roughly dropped her arm.
She nodded slightly and, wincing at the pain in her arm, did as she was told. Ralph looked around the bank hoping the guard would walk in and stop the robbery. To his dismay, he saw the guard lying unconscious near his post. Ralph tugged on the collar of the jammies, trying to think of a way to incapacitate the gunman without him firing his weapon. While he knew that he was protected, he knew that one wrong move could cost someone else their life.
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Outside, Bill impatiently checked his watch again, wondering why it was taking Ralph so long to get done with depositing his checks. He then noticed a man getting out of the van, covering his head with the hood of his sweater and putting his hands in his pockets.
When Bill saw the man enter and pull out a weapon, the agent got out of the station wagon and sneaked his way toward the door. He looked above the brush and noticed that the gunmen were pointing weapons at Ralph and the others inside. While he knew Ralph had the suit on, with two gunmen, Bill knew there was a chance Ralph couldn't get both of the men without one hurting the women. He ducked under the windowpane to stay hidden, and began to think of a scenario to stop the men.