Go Laugh at Jack Handey

Or with him, at least. My oh my I don't know why I liked this so much. But here we are, "The Plan," by Jack Handey. Copied in full beneath the fold for your holiday enjoyment.

"The Plan"

by Jack Handey

The plan isn't foolproof. For it to work, certain things must happen:

--The door to the vault must have accidentally been left open by the cleaning woman.

--The guard must bend over to tie his shoes and somehow he gets all the shoelaces tied together. He can't get them apart, so he takes out his gun and shoots all his bullets at the knot. But he misses. Then he just lies down on the floor and goes to sleep.

--Most of the customers in the bank must happen to be wearing Nixon masks, so when we come in wearing our Nixon masks it doesn't alarm anyone.

--There must be an empty parking space right out in front. If it has a meter, there must be time left on it, because our outfits don't have pockets for change.

--The monkeys must grab the bags of money and not just shriek and go running all over the place, like they did in the practice run.

--The security cameras must be the early, old-timey kind that don't actually take pictures.

--When the big clock in the lobby strikes two, everyone must stop and stare at it for at least ten minutes.

--The bank alarm must have mistakenly been set to "Quiet." Or "Ebb tide."

--The gold bars must be made out of a lighter kind of gold that's just as valuable but easier to carry.

--If somebody runs out of the bank and yells, "Help! The bank is being robbed!," he must be a neighborhood crazy person who people just laugh at.

--If the police come, they don't notice that the historical mural on the wall is actually us, holding still.

--The bank's lost-and-found department must have a gun that fires a suction cup with a wire attached to it. Also a chainsaw and a hang glider.

--When we spray the lobby with knockout gas, for some reason the gas doesn't work on us.

--After the suction cup is stuck to the ceiling, it must hold long enough for Leon to pull himself up the wire while carrying the bags of money, the gold bars, and the hang glider. When he reaches the ceiling, he must be able to cut through it with the chainsaw and climb out.

--Any fingerprints we leave must be erased by the monkeys.

--Once on the roof, Leon must be able to hold on to the hang glider with one hand and the money and the gold bars with the other and launch himself off the roof. Then glide the twenty miles to the rendezvous point.

--When we exit the bank, there must be a parade going by, so our getaway car, which is decorated to look like a float, can blend right in.

--During the parade, our car must not win a prize for best float, because then we'll have to have our picture taken with the award.

--At the rendezvous point, there must be an empty parking space with a meter that takes hundred-dollar bills.

--The robbery is blamed on the monkeys.

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That's an awful clever retelling of the planning for the Iraq war.

Or the Bush financial bailout plan. Cui bono?

One of Jack's "Deep Thoughts".

Jack is full of win.

By BobbyEarle (not verified) on 26 Nov 2008 #permalink