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It was a sunny day outside the building Cody, Harold and Trent worked in, on one of the windows in black ink it read sloppily,

"PiP BOYS. HERALD, CODY and TRENT. UNACCUSTOMED TAILORS. MEN's FURNISHINGS. NEW and 2nd HAND CLOTHES CHEEP!" Cody pulled back the curtains and adjusted a suit and shirt combo. He then jumped over a counter where the other guys were. Harold was furiously scrubbing a dress shirt and Trent was measuring some pants.

On Harold's counter was two bottles. One was a cleaning fluid and the other was a 2 liter bottle of soda. Harold was muttering curses under his breath, he was trying to scrub a spot out of the shirt, not knowing that the spot was caused by the sunlight. Harold ran out of breath and took a swig of soda.

"That is the toughest spot I have ever tackled!" He declared indignantly, he grabbed the cleaning fluid and poured it on the cloth and continue to mumble while scrubbing the shirt furiously. "Trent, give me a hand will ya?"

"I can't now, I gotta finish my pants." Trent said, then Cody came with an important piece of paper.

"Hey fellas, listen to this letter." Cody said urgently, "it says 'Gentlemen'"

"That ain't for us, we're not gentlemen." Trent interrupts,

"Speak for yourself." Cody snapped, and flicked Trent on the nose. Trent let out a small sound of pain, Cody began again.

"'Gentlemen, this is to inform you that unless overdue payments for tailoring equipment are made within 24 hours, we will repossess said equipment. Balance now due, 321 dollars and 86 cents. Skin and Flint Finance Corporation; I. Fleecem, President.'"

The boys shook their heads disappointingly.

"That'll just run us outta business! What'll we do?" Harold cried.

"You guys worry about that," Trent said pompously, "I'm too young to get wrinkles on my pretty little face, what we need is a little music to cheer us up!" Trent walked towards the radio and turned it on, Cody followed Trent and was about to slug him for being cheeky but stopped abruptly.

"News Flashes!" Announced the radio "police are frantically scowling the streets for Duncan "Slipperyfinger" Hargen! Hargen has robbed his 18th consecutive safe— A large reward is offered for his capture." The radio then switch to a commercial, "Does your car has indigestion? Does it burp in the morning? Try No-burp-oline! The only gasoline containing bicarbonate of soda!"

Cody shut off the radio, Trent had an idea.

"Hey Cody, why don't we capture Hargen and collect the reward? Then we can pay our bills" Trent tapped his temple smugly,

"Oh, it's as simple as all that. Hargen is gonna walk right in here and let you capture him." Cody said sarcastically, "You're nuts, we're gonna be paupers! Paupers!"

"Are you kidding? We're not even married!" Trent said, Cody poked him in the eyes.

"Won't you be quiet!?" He snapped, "Think! Think!" Cody and Trent continued to think of how to pay off the debt. Harold was still struggling with the shirt, he got so frustrated he picked up the ironing board and rubbed so furiously it leaves a hole in the shirt. Harold let out a relieved sigh,

"At least I got the spot out." He plopped the ironing board back down and the light spot returned, startling Harold. He ran his hand through the spot, he now realized it was caused by the sun. He looked like he was on the verge of fainting, "Oh boy, am I a sap!" Harold inadvertently grabbed the cleaning fluid.

"I can't think when I'm hungry." Cody grumbled, Harold took a big swig of the cleaning fluid and got disgusted and spat it out, hitting Cody on the back of the neck. Cody turned around sharply and saw Harold spitting and wiping his mouth to get the fluid out. "Oh, a funny man." Cody said threateningly, he slapped Harold across the face, "What's the matter with you!?"

"What did I do?" Harold asked, dazed. Cody walked over to a steam press,

"Who wants lunch?" Cody shouts,

"I do," said Harold

"Save me some too will ya?" Trent said.

"Okay, comin' up!" Cody said, while opening a cupboard revealing a pitcher of pancake batter. He poured some on the board. The hot steam and board cooked the pancakes nicely. Cody pressed down to make them to cook. Suddenly, they were all cooked,

"Oh boy," Cody said satisfied. He picked them up with a fork, and cut them with scissors. Meanwhile, Trent was laughing uproariously to some comic strips, Cody turned around with two plates of pancake and saw Trent. Trent, not knowing Cody was watching him continued to laugh uproariously.

"What are you stalling around for?!" Cody barked, and grabbed Trent by his nose while Trent yelped in pain. "You know you have a rush order to get out. Get Mr. Grant's pants and hand press them." Trent suddenly got serious,

"All right, all right, where are they?" He asked gruffly

"I put them on the blinds, what did you do to them?" Cody said,

"I didn't touch them." Trent complained, Cody suddenly looked up and mumbled a small "oh-oh". He pulled down a shade and pulled out charcoal slacks.

"Here!" Cody barked, "hurry up, and press those!" Trent grabbed the pants which started to roll up lovingly, Cody crossed his arms and barked, "What are you stowing around for!?"