Elwood looked at Jake. In turn Jake looked at Elwood and nodded as he began to speak.

"The orphanage we grew up in was going to be shut down and the only way we could help was to get the tax assessment which was $1000. Well after we left the orphanage we were pulled over for supposedly running a red light which was in fact yellow then we found out that Elwood's license was suspended. Somehow that led to a police chase through a mall. Then the next day Elwood's apartment was blown up by my crazy ex-fiancee'," Jake said as the board nodded.

"Then we began to round up the other members of our band. As were about to get the last two were delayed by a bunch of Illinois Nazis who were demonstrating on the bridge we needed to cross. Well Elwood and I have a slight distaste for Nazis, Illinois or otherwise. So anyway we became a tad bit impatient and began to ease toward the front as the crowd in front of us gladly parted. Then we headed for the bridge and ran the Nazis off into the river, which could have been avoided if they had gotten the fact that no one wanted them there and had moved before hand."

Jake paused again to let what he had just said sink in. Once he was sure that it had he continued.

"Once the band had been reunited we came across our first gig. Even though we weren't the Good Ole Boys as the sign read we kinda took their place since they didn't show up for another several hours. So Elwood introduced us as the Good Ole Blues Brothers Boys Band from Chicago which raised a few eyebrows. Well we finished the gig around midnight which was when we found out that we owed $300 for beer but see we had figured earlier that evening that drinks for the band were free since the bar lady didn't charge us for our first ones."

"Understandable," Chandler Burnssaid.

"Yes sir. So after that not only were we being chased by officers Daniel and Mount and the Nazis, we were being chased by the Good Ole Boys ( for some reason), Bob the owner, and Camille, Jake's ex-fiancee'. So then were getting closer to our big gig at the Palace Hotel. So we're puttin' up posters every where and telling every body so we can get the money for the tax assessment. Well that's how the policed, the Good Ole Boys, Bob and Camille knew where we were gonna be at. So finally it's the night of the gig and Jake and I ran out of gas."

At this last statement several board members snort.

"So we had to wait for the tanker truck to arrive since it was late. So by the time we did arrive at the gig we had to go through the ladies room window and sneak around back so the police wouldn't arrest us before hand, ya know? So we performed, collected the money and snuck out of the place. So we're walking under ground in a tunnel and Camille comes out of nowhere and starts shootin' at us with this huge gun. Some how we got away and into the Bluesmobile and headed for Chicago. With half the police in the state of Illinois and Indiana after us. So we finally arrive at the Cook County Tax Assessors office, give him the money, got arrested and that's how we got here."

When Elwood finished the board just looked at him, mouth hanging open in awe.

"Yes thank you Mr. Blues and Mr. Blues. You will hear of our decision in a little over a month.," Cheryl Collins said.

At that the brothers were escorted back to their cells. Once they were back and settled they spoke to each other.

"How do you think it went, Jake?"

"Dunno. Pretty good I guess. Do we have anything else to do to day beside lunch and dinner?"

"No nothin. No exercise no nothin.'"

"Good, cause I'm goin' to take a nap till dinner."

"And skip lunch?"

"Yeah, motorhead. Dinner is always better than lunch."

And at that Jake and Elwood Blues fell asleep with thought of that morning's parole hearing and what was for dinner in their heads.