Ch 1
The trio gathered in the pub, drinking and talking amongst each other about the next crazy plan.
"Here's the thing. We fake a terrorist attack by Yuktobania, and we make a getaway to avoid the police." Clarkson said.
"You're mad." Hammerhead replied.
"I like it. Lets do it." May added, lifting his drink.
The trio had set their fake bomb, and quickly got into the windowless van and drove down a street. May's slow driving was now proving to be a blessing in disguise as no-one suspected them of the dirty act.
"What kind of a sign is that?" Hammerhead asked; next to the speed sign was another sign that said 'Speed limit enforced by Osean air-force'. The guys only laughed in response.
"Sure. Like the air-force is going to have choppers and planes enforce the speed limit." Clarkson muttered.
The sounds of multiple explosions going off followed by screams and police and ambulance sirens is heard.
"Turn on the radio. What in fuck's name is going on?" Hammerhead wondered aloud.
We interrupt this broadcast to inform the citizens of a terrorist attack in the city of Oured, believed to have been conducted by Yuktobanian terrorists. We urge citizens to remain calm…'
"Oh God." Hammerhead said, the color draining from his face.
Outside the van, the three stooges saw large plumes of poison gas filling the air above. They closed the window and sealed the van as best as they could. What started out as a prank, was now deadly serious. No-one said anything, eyes and ears observing everything they could.
May drove away from a plume of gas, seeing fighter jets ahead. For a second, he thought it was Yuktobanian planes to reinforce the attack. Where in God's name was the Osean air-force?
This just in. The Osean air-force is neutralizing the poison gas with chemical bombs. We urge all citizens to stay indoors at this time.
"Thank god." Hammerhead sighed.
As the air-force took care of the chemical weapons deployed by the Yukes, the trio inside their van breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that trouble wouldn't find them.
"I've spotted the terrorist's van! 5th street and Broadway!"
May gulped as he turned his head to the nearest address. Sure enough, it showed the same address that was heard on the radio.
"Drive!" Clarkson shouted. May drove… the speed limit.
"You utter cock! We're gonna get arrested!" Clarkson shouted. He all but threw May out of the driver's seat, sat in the seat and floored the van as fast as it could go.
"Crikey! It's the Osean razzers!" May exclaimed as the police cars were getting closer and closer.
To make matters worse, one of the Osean fighter jets above now took turns strafing the suspect vehicle.
"Oh God we have a problem!" Clarkson shouted, as he weaved back and forth in some hope of avoiding a gruesome death.
"We got to lighten the load!" May exclaimed. He opened the back door and began to throw out as much junk as possible.
"It's not working!" Hammerhead shouted.
"Well toss the doors!" Clarkson shouted in response.
The cops pursuing them were stunned to see the rear doors of the van be yanked off their hinges and left onto the road.
A burst of machine-gun fire from above would destroy any piece of debris they tossed out of the truck. May was shouting how this was turning into a turkey shoot, only to toss a frozen turkey out the back.
"Oh fuck me!" Clarkson shouted, as he drove onto the bridge. Ahead of them, were police vehicles and dozens of pissed off cops armed to the teeth.
"You'll never catch me alive, coppers. See you in Sapin." May said, as he wrestled the steering away from Clarkson, and drove off the bridge into the water below.
"Capital district air command, this is Blaze. It appears that they drove off the bridge and into the water." Blaze reported.
"Copy that, Blaze. Return to base."