Mrs. Armstrong was fixing up some notes when she had seen that Sue Ellen was upset about something, she had figured it was something trivial such as lunch money, she put her hand into her purse and pulled out a few dollar bills. She didn't really need this today her mother was coming to class for the presentations; her car was stolen last night, her prized possession that she simply bought with saving money all her life. She wanted it to feel young again, but now she had to drive the mini-van and it was far from pleasing, it made her feel old.

Sue Ellen whimpered she was upset of course, "M-mom, something is wrong with Max!"

Mrs. Armstrong sighed, "Not this again… Max is healthy… can you please show some consideration and respect, your grandmother will be talking about her life in class today."

Max had walked in, as he was two or three inches shorter than Sue Ellen's height, and almost a foot shorter than Prunella "See?"

She looked at him, "He is about four or five inches shorter… But I don't really see what is wrong with him can you please show some respect to your grandmother?"

"Sue Ellen, calm down, there isn't anything wrong with me," Max commented, "You are stressed it is the math test she is giving us?"

She of course forgot to study, "Oh no!"

As everyone else got into class, Mrs. Armstrong had everyone's attention as the students elderly counterparts had sat next to them, "I am glad we have many students' grandparents here telling us about their interesting lives. The elderly have so much to teach us." She looked at Binky's grandmother, "Binky, your grandma should enlighten us about her life and times."

Binky's grandma came up, she was about 65 or 70 years old, had some gray hair, and looked a little bit like like Mrs. Barnes, "My name is Rowena Smith, I lived here when Elwood City was much, much smaller…" after years of life experience, it was time to tell the part of when Binky was five or six years old, "When Binky was five or six years old, I helped him out a lot especially at that time when he wet the bed every night," Binky was shocked and appalled as everyone chuckled at him, "His mother didn't know what was wrong, we usually had to change the sheets twice because of his little bed time accidents."

Even Mrs. Armstrong managed a chuckle… or two. It was good for her to laugh at such a dire situation as her car being stolen; she hoped for some more entertaining stories.

"Binky stopped wetting the bed when he was around nine years old, as the years had passed, for Christmas I would knit him a sweater and give him a big kiss on the forehead and make him wear the sweater on those chilly days, such as today," she presented Binky with a dorky looking green sweater, "Here you go grandson," and she got up and pinched his cheek.

Binky even more shocked thought that he would probably die on the spot.

"Thank you Mrs. Smith," Mrs. Armstrong said with a huge grin on her face, she looked at her mother, "Mom, how about you come up and tell us a little bit about yourself."

Sue Ellen's grandma came up, she had looked exactly like Mrs. Armstrong except that her grandma had some graying hair, "I am Norma Knight, I was born near the end of World War II in Elwood City year 1945, my life wasn't spectacular and we didn't have much money, I have two sons and two daughters, and eight grandchildren. Mrs. Armstrong is the youngest in my family. When Sue Ellen was born, I was blessed with such a lovely child… I even have a baby picture of her."

Sue Ellen's grandma had shown the baby picture, Max looked at it, "You were so cute when you were a baby…"

All Sue Ellen thought was, please don't embarrass me grandma.

And all Mrs. Armstrong thought was, Sue Ellen and Buster please behave your selves…

Buster raised his hand. Sue Ellen and Mrs. Armstrong were a bit nervous about what Buster would say.

Oh god…

"Mrs. Knight… or Sue Ellen's grandma, is it true that Sue Ellen and her family are aliens?"

Mrs. Armstrong was writing a note saying, 'Mr. Haney please keep Buster occupied for the morning.' Sue Ellen looked at the floor in utter embarrassment as her mother spoke, "Buster, I have an important note I need you to send to Mr. Haney."

Mrs. Armstrong's mother chided her, "Christine…" she turned to Buster, "No, but I do have the original paper of the Roswell sighting, straight out of Roswell; my mother was all into the alien stuff."

Buster sat down and was satisfied with the answer.

"Thank's mom," Mrs. Armstrong said happily, "Ok Buster's Grandmother, please come up enlighten the class."

A lively elderly rabbit women came up, "I have some stories, portions of my life are good like how there was the time I shown Buster how to use the swing, he figured out how to get on it, but after he didn't know how to get off it and he started to cry."

Mrs. Armstrong, the students and the other elderly speakers were just laughing. But still found the stories that Binky's grandma told were priceless.

"Poor Buster…" She chuckled, "Then my husband wanted to invent something useful, so he invented something called the Terlet; it is even better than Abe Simpson's version of the Terlet, my remarks are that he worked three years on it."

"Are you sure we should disclose more remarks on this item?" Mrs. Armstrong asked trying not to laugh.

"He spent five years working on the Terlet, until that skunk Abe Simpson stole the plans… anyways, in closing remarks; I got some photos of Buster, one where he was playing dress up in his cousin's clothes." She had shown a video of a four year old Buster wearing girl's clothes.

Everyone just laughed.

Mrs. Armstrong was still laughing, "Thank you Mrs. Baxter, Ok, Arthur's grandfather lets see what sort of stories you have…"

He came up, "My name is David Wright, I own a farm close to the town of Rockwood, I am going to be brutally honest with you, I went through a lot of mixed emotions when Arthur's father married my daughter, I was his intent was to go and visit Boystown and cheat on her with a guy when she went away to Crown City on business…"

Mrs. Armstrong interrupted him, "I don't know if this story would be appropriate enough talking about such things of adult nature."

This was way too awkward for Arthur; his own grandfather was telling the class stories about Mr. Read not being right for Jane.

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At recess Sue Ellen confronted Buster, "You embarrassed me in front of the class again!"

"Why are you being so emotional for?" Buster asked curiously.

"…It is Max" She replied in a quiet voice.

"Not April?" Buster asked, "What are you going to do? Cry to your mom?" Buster asked rudely.

"Buster stop…" Fern warned, "Sue Ellen by all means has rights to be upset…"

Sue Ellen was nearing the breaking point, "But I am worried, what if Max dies the same way she did?"

"…Won't happen…" Buster stated, "If he does, then you could go and cry to your mom…"

All Fern and Sue Ellen said was, "Shut up Buster!"

Everyone looked at Binky and his mother as his grandmother was sitting in the car, "Mom can we put grandma in a home…"

"She is living on her own…" Mrs. Barnes interrupted.

"No I mean a home where she can't get out of…" Binky urged, "She embarrassed me in class."

Buster joined him, "Not as bad as my grandma telling the class how I cried because I didn't know how to get off a swing, or how she told the class on how my grandfather invented the Terlet."

This day was the worse, everything was going bad very quickly, Sue Ellen didn't study for her test, she was now thinking Max was age regressing, and Fern and her had argued again almost this time physically.

Mrs. Armstrong was hiding her upset undertones, she wasn't upset because of any students it was because her car was stolen, the classroom was empty, and she was crying.

Undoubtedly Max walked in and saw her, "What's wrong?"

She dried her tears, "Something of great value to me was stolen yesterday…"

"Are you going to get it back?"

She stopped crying, "Typically when someone steals something, no one returns it, but I put a lot of insurance on the car just incase it was stolen, it is so good of you to ask, I know you probably think that I am boring or something…"

"No, I like you…" Max commented.

"Max, you are a good kid…"

When everyone else had come into class, Sue Ellen glared at Fern, and Buster. Buster was phased by it he was scared of the cat girl a classic thing she loved to do was tie his ears into a knot.

Buster glared at the cat girl, "Sue Ellen, you do know I had to go to the hospital and they did operate on my ears to undo them."

Unluckily everyone heard Buster and they laughed at him.

"Just like the time they surgically removed you from the swing seat when you were younger?" Arthur joked.

"You aren't going to drop that are you?" Buster asked.

"Nope…"

Mr. Frensky had found a white 1970 Cadillac El Dorado; he turned to Moss, "Get the Escalade from the Sugar Bowl."

Frensky had hot wired the classic car and drove off with it, this vehicle was definitely not built for speed, and it was a luxury car as well as a classic car. He was lucky no one was around to see him take the car and make the trek to Teal County.

It had taken him a while, to get there, he was personally hoping for a sports car like a 2002 Dodge Viper, but Buck wanted to take that car on the last day. It was rather inconvenient because someone could move it and it could risk failing to pull it off, but Buck loved to take risks, it was a cold and calculating risk that he despite harsh criticism from Moss and Reno he was willing to take the risk, he wanted to be the one to pick up Francine and get attention of the authorities it was a dream car… but a 4 x 4 ford pickup was more his style.

Buck was shocked that someone could kidnap her, hold a ransom for a million dollars and force them to get 60 classic, luxury and sports cars. Even though theoretically they can steal two a day, they were wondering about getting some more in a day to speed up the process.

While Reno was beside himself, he had stolen Mrs. Armstrong's Ferrari, he was feeling guilty because of it; his wife told him that she was crying because of her loss. He knew if he continued to do this he was going to crack any minute. He didn't know if he was going to be able to stay cool under pressure.

Moss was driven to the Sugar Bowl, it was empty, he had seen the expensive SUV parked there, and Buck turned to him and said, "Good luck," he had drove off.

Moss had surprisingly opened the door; the keys were in the ignition and drove towards Teal County, unfortunately Freeman had saw him steal it and drive down Main Street.

"Pull over!" Freeman yelled but nothing, he was nearing the SUV to run it off the road. Moss picked up speed and was driving towards the county line, he had managed to get into Teal County; Freeman was forced to turn around on the lonely country road, "Mr. Manino is going to be pissed."

They had driven back into town, four cars stolen; 56 left; and zero arrests.

Mr. Freeman parked the car in front of The Sugar Bowl he had walked in, "Mr. Manino, it was a failure, your Escalade got stolen, but you aren't alone, three other people had gotten their car stolen as well.

He wasn't impressed, "You need to get it back!"

"I can't it went into Teal County, I have no jurisdiction there, if I do anything there that interferes in police business in Teal County and I could be arrested, we would have to get highway patrol and the state troopers involved."

Ryder walked in at the last sentence, "At the extreme we will, we are going to catch them and they will be making license plates for the rest of their lives."

Moss had dropped the car off shortly after Reno did; Mr. Crosswire and Mr. Frensky were waiting for them, he had crossed the cars off the list. This was a painstaking risk, but it had come with some justice as well. Tomorrow night was cruise night at the 50's diner, several cars that were regulars there, were slated to be at the diner, even some of the rarities.

They had gone back to Crosswire Motors, to plan the big heist, "Ok, Cruise night at the 50's diner we need to plan this as this is our biggest heist yet. Buck, you got some sleeping gas, as everyone is settled, we throw a few canisters into the parking lot, it'll put everyone to sleep; we then put our gas masks on, and take four cars off the list. We have 15 minutes to get out of the area before everyone wakes up.

This was a risky operation, surely there was going to be a police presence involved, due to the thefts of the other cars. They collectively were ready for it, despite police presence; the next factor was of course not getting the cars damaged.

To Be Continued.