Old Friends III - Gone in 60 Minutes
"Slow down, Bosco, or you're gonna miss the turn," Sully bellowed from the back seat.
"That's not the turn. I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand. Keep quiet back there," Bosco replied while fiddling with the radio. "All the presets on country? Yuck. Ah, here we go," Bosco finally settled on an all 80s station and Billy Idol filled the van.
"Bosco, stop fiddling with the radio and pay attention to where you're going," Faith shrieked from the passenger seat. "This isn't a squad car. You can't run red lights."
"Turn that crap down! You're goin' the wrong way. You past Arthur two streets back," Sully said whacking the back of Bosco's seat with his cane.
"Bos, I think I see flashing lights," Faith reached to turn down the radio. Sure enough directly behind them was a squad car with lights and sirens blaring. "You better pull over, Bos."
"No way," Bosco pushed down on the accelerator bringing their speed up to a breakneck speed of 40 miles per hour.
"Bosco, pull over now!" Faith yelled.
"You can't make me," Bosco replied.
"Great, Bosco, we're gonna get arrested now. Maybe they'll bring us some birthday cake in lock up," Sully remarked hitting the seat again. "Pull over."
"Pull over, Bosco, don't make me tell you again," Faith fixed Bosco with a killing glare.
"Fine," Bosco grumbled pulling over the curb and crushing several garbage cans.
"Nice parking job," Faith smirked watching the officers approach the van.
Bosco threw her a dirty look before rolling down the window. "Maurice! Hey how's it goin'?"
"Granddad, how did I know it would be you? The nursing home reported the van stolen you know," Bosco's namesake replied shaking his head. "Aunt Faith, what are you doin' letting him get away with something like this? Who else ya got in there? Uncle Sully, I should have known. I suppose you all were going to the Chief's birthday party."
"Well, Ty was Sully's partner for all those years," Faith tried to explain. "Maurice, can ya help us out here?"
Maurice gave an exasperated sigh. "Granddad, get out of the van and get in the back. I'll drive you to the station. 55 David to central, call the nursing home and tell them we've found the missing van. We're returning to the house."
"I'm not riding in the back," Bosco said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh for pity's sake, Bos, you're such a big baby!" Faith complained. "Maurice come here and help me get in the back."
"Yes, ma'am," Maurice replied, hurrying around the front of the van.
"Yeah, don't bother helpin' me," Bosco mumbled. "I'm just your flesh and blood. You wouldn't have been born if it weren't for me, but that's ok."
While Faith was getting settled next to Sully, he asked her "why do you let him get away with stuff like this? I wouldn't expect you to go along with stealing a van."
"Well, Sully, I guess I just need him around to keep life interesting."
"Slow down, Bosco, or you're gonna miss the turn," Sully bellowed from the back seat.
"That's not the turn. I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand. Keep quiet back there," Bosco replied while fiddling with the radio. "All the presets on country? Yuck. Ah, here we go," Bosco finally settled on an all 80s station and Billy Idol filled the van.
"Bosco, stop fiddling with the radio and pay attention to where you're going," Faith shrieked from the passenger seat. "This isn't a squad car. You can't run red lights."
"Turn that crap down! You're goin' the wrong way. You past Arthur two streets back," Sully said whacking the back of Bosco's seat with his cane.
"Bos, I think I see flashing lights," Faith reached to turn down the radio. Sure enough directly behind them was a squad car with lights and sirens blaring. "You better pull over, Bos."
"No way," Bosco pushed down on the accelerator bringing their speed up to a breakneck speed of 40 miles per hour.
"Bosco, pull over now!" Faith yelled.
"You can't make me," Bosco replied.
"Great, Bosco, we're gonna get arrested now. Maybe they'll bring us some birthday cake in lock up," Sully remarked hitting the seat again. "Pull over."
"Pull over, Bosco, don't make me tell you again," Faith fixed Bosco with a killing glare.
"Fine," Bosco grumbled pulling over the curb and crushing several garbage cans.
"Nice parking job," Faith smirked watching the officers approach the van.
Bosco threw her a dirty look before rolling down the window. "Maurice! Hey how's it goin'?"
"Granddad, how did I know it would be you? The nursing home reported the van stolen you know," Bosco's namesake replied shaking his head. "Aunt Faith, what are you doin' letting him get away with something like this? Who else ya got in there? Uncle Sully, I should have known. I suppose you all were going to the Chief's birthday party."
"Well, Ty was Sully's partner for all those years," Faith tried to explain. "Maurice, can ya help us out here?"
Maurice gave an exasperated sigh. "Granddad, get out of the van and get in the back. I'll drive you to the station. 55 David to central, call the nursing home and tell them we've found the missing van. We're returning to the house."
"I'm not riding in the back," Bosco said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh for pity's sake, Bos, you're such a big baby!" Faith complained. "Maurice come here and help me get in the back."
"Yes, ma'am," Maurice replied, hurrying around the front of the van.
"Yeah, don't bother helpin' me," Bosco mumbled. "I'm just your flesh and blood. You wouldn't have been born if it weren't for me, but that's ok."
While Faith was getting settled next to Sully, he asked her "why do you let him get away with stuff like this? I wouldn't expect you to go along with stealing a van."
"Well, Sully, I guess I just need him around to keep life interesting."