Oceans 12
When one man gets out, you wind up in
Hello everyone,
Hopefully my first part got good ratings and ovations because I really put in work to make this story possible. Sure it takes me one day to write a chapter and less than a hour to write it but.. Well… yeah.. I am not copying everything. This is a parody. I use a lot of things that happened in the movie. You'll see things I changed eventually. This is Part 2 and the third, fourth, and fifth thief comes along. Meet Hong Shin, Trent Quinn, and Henry Mack. Well, anyhow, I want to continue this story badly so read and review!
Jonathan
Why are we in a carnival?
It's a circus.
Circus. Okay then. We are in a circus. Why?
Meet Hong Shin.
Not interested.
Racist are you?
No, but if he's in this act where they fly all over poles and act like strippers, he's not in.
Well Hong Shin is in this next act.
Great.. He's a stripper.
No.
Fine. You can have your opinions.
No.. no.. I'm being unreasonable. Let me see his talent.
Good. Now Hong Shin is from Beijing and has been doing these acts for several years. He's about 23 years old.
Okay, bring the act on.
I must admit, Chinese men flying on poles is quite amusing.
See, now you're a racist.
Actually, racist means.. Well.. I can't put it in the exact words of the English Dictionary, but--
Oh, shut up.
Harry's office- HG Corporates
"Get some maps out of all the blueprints of the casino," Danny instructed as he searched some white folders.
Harry searched and came up with a few in a folder titled Casino Bassaulair.
"Here!" Harry said and tossed some blueprints to Harry who walked to the table and spread them out. Harry turned on the desk light.
"I see now… there are guards almost every twenty meters. It will be hard to get past them unless we take the back routes through ventilation systems and laser portals," Danny thought as he ran a finger over the copy.
"We can make copies at my apartment.." Harry said.
Harry's apartment
"Nice," Danny said, astonished.
"Thanks, I bought it for more than your car is worth."
Harry walked over to his copy machine as Danny felt the Italian leather and stared at paintings worth at least a few thousand bucks.
When the copies were done, Harry stared at the wall.
"What?" Danny asked.
"Is this about Hermione? To get revenge at Jerry Bassaurily? If it is.. I'm walking right out that door and never coming back to your heist's again."
"No! Of course not.." Danny trailed off.
"What is it about, dammit!? Harry yelled.
"Calm down! It's about just doing something again to have fun.." Danny said. They both walked to the elevator. Danny put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"If it was about Hermione, I would be so desperate, I wouldn't be getting help from my associates. Okay? It's about pleasure, money, exuberance.. not a woman who is my ex-wife. You can think it all you want. I would never ditch my links if my soul purpose of life depended on it.. unless they ditched me."
"That was a good speech. Rehearsed?"
"Yeah.. too fast?" Danny asked as he adjusted his tie.
"No! It was real good."
They walked into the elevator and stood there, leaning against the wall, hands in their pockets.
"Sure it wasn't to fast because it was my first time?"
"Nope, just fine."
Circus of Renée
"Welcome one and all to the Circus of Renée. Our next imaginable act is these men.. dancing on poles, in complete motion, while attached by nothing!" the show commentator announced.
The curtains spread apart and two vertical white, thin poles appeared with six men on each pole with tights on and a taut shirt. They immediately, on the count of a four beat whistle, started to move on the poles. Hands in the air, holding on to those batons with their feet.
"How could we use Hong Shin?" Danny asked as he examined their movements.
"He's at the top of the pole! Did you ever know that the pole he's on, which is the right one, is the highest ranked one. He's number one in aerobatics and the left pole at the bottom in the twelve ranked man," Harry explained as he ate a fry.
"Interesting," Danny said as he rubbed his chin.
"He's in," Harry said as they exited the tent holding the acts.
"Good," Danny thought and he walked to his dark blue state of the art Porsche.
"Good wheels," Harry said swiftly and rubbed his hand across the side.
"No touch, just waxed," Danny said and hit his hand away.
"Oh, like your car is your life," Harry said.
"We got married in '98."
"I guess you made love to her too?"
"With constant amounts of attention, cleaning, and sweet talk."
"Okay then," Harry commented and jumped over the door to land firmly in the French leather seat.
"Comfortable."
"Yes.. I spent over one million dollars polishing this car up.." Danny said.
"Nice.." Harry commented.
The Meeting of Trent Quinn and Henry Mack
A man, around sixty in age, got his ticket and began to walk towards the door leading outside. Crowds gathered to watch the Greyhound Races.
Harry approached him and sat down in a seat to his right.
"Hi Henry," Harry said without looking at him.
"It's you. I saw you come out of the bathroom, watch me behind the pillar, follow me twenty paces behind.."
"Amazing," Harry said.
"What do you want?" Henry asked as he read the newspaper.
"Danny is starting another heist. He wants you in it. So do I. It's a high stake robbery with over 100 million at grabs."
Henry turned to gasp at Harry.
"After all, you are the Identity Stealer.. in or out?"
"I'll give in."
He began peeling an orange.
"Why are you eating an orange. You never eat fruit. You eat crackers.. and drink vodka."
"My doctor says I have vitamin lack. So I got to eat lots of food with vitamins in it."
"Oh.. okay then. Meet me and Danny at the local Strip Club at eleven o'clock. Be on time."
Harry put on his sunglasses, straightened his shirt and walked off.
The local strip club
They were all sitting together in the back of the club as girls danced erotically for men in the front.
"So, your all in?" Danny asked as he drank his martini.
They all nodded.
"Good. Now we can discuss plans. We have five more people to get to work with us. It will be soon, I promise.
"Who will they be?" Trent asked.
"I have a feeling Tay and Jay are going to be recruited."
"WHAT?" Harry yelled as he spit out all his wine. "Those dimwits? The shittiest of all shitheads around?"
"They are superb drivers, Harry," Danny said sternly.
"Right," Harry said sarcastically.
Hong Shin said something in Chinese. Danny replied back.
"He just wants to know how much money will be involved.
"Does he even know where he is? Because, uh, I don't speak Chinese. I explained everything to him, he nodded, and I walked off. He doesn't speak English! How an we use him?"
"He says, 'You're an idiot'," Danny cracked.
"I'll punch him!"
"He.. says you're a bastard."
"That's you talking!" Harry yelled.
Everyone stared at Harry.
Meanwhile, in Las Vegas
"Mr. Bessaurily! How glad I am to see you!" Clark said delightfully and shook his hand. "Casino is in order I see.. brilliant work!"
"Who are you?" Jerry asked as guards apprehended Clark.
"Your new best friend.." he muttered under his breath. "WATCH THE SUIT! It's three thousand dollars."
"Taste is great to you.." Jerry said as he straightened his own five thousand dollar tuxedo. "So.. who are you?"
"You are blowing up my freaking casino next week! I'm Clark Gable.. Your trusty corporate partner," Clark grunted and the guards let go of him.
"Oh! Yes.. pleased to meet a new face-- I mean old face! Not that your old, or rusty, or very bad looking," Jerry said as he cocked his head.
"I get the picture.." Clark griped.
"Follow me! My wife, Hermione Bessaurily would be pleased to meet you!" Jerry exclaimed and led him to a private elevator on the east wall.
"Here we are.." Jerry said. "My beautiful and caring wife, Hermione."
A lady with her hair, stringy, in a bun with a great complexion walked in. Her slender body tossed back and forth and her tan silk dress wrapped around her body sensually.
"Please to me you," Clark said and bent down to kiss her hand. She felt intimidated.
"As to you. Honey, we have dinenr plans tonight. Will be still be going?" she turned to ask her husband.
"Yes dear. Just a moment though."
She smiled and went to sit on the couch in the sitting room. She adjusted her earrings and applied some more makeup when her partner strided over.
"I'm ready honey," he said sexily.
"Good, and then we can come back and--" she whispered something in his ear. Jerry lit up and smiled. "Good good," he said and leaned her down. Hermione's perfect leg up onto his waist and they kissed passionately. Clark and the guards watched with drooling mouths.
