Wait a minute. Hadn’t someone else been in the car with us? I leaned forward and peered into the driver’s seat. It was empty. I tried to get out of the car, but the back seat didn’t have handles, so I climbed into the front, got out, and opened the back door for Bones. 

“Glad you boys are okay,” a voice boomed behind us. I spun around. Yogi was sitting on top of the old man, who was grunting from the colossal weight on top of him. 

“I knew you were fine when I checked on you,” Yogi said, “but I figured I’d let you rest. The police and ambulance are on their way. Why don’t you both come over and sit down here. The paramedics will want to check you out.” 

A second later, G showed up with some rope in his mouth. Yogi commended him for getting the right kind and began to tie the old man’s hands up behind his back. 

The old man, who was still gasping for breath under Yogi’s weight, squeaked out, “Just take the money in my briefcase on the front seat and let me go to the train station. I’m a gentleman bank robber. I just do it for fun.” 

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