Yogi let out that big, booming laugh of his. “Well, just so you know old fellah, that bank you robbed has all my savings. I think you should be the one to give my money to the police when they get here, don’t you?” 

The sirens were wailing louder and louder. The police would be here any second. Bones and I had to get out of here fast. 

“We’re fine, Yogi,” I said. “We were supposed to go to school, and as you can see, we took a slight detour, so if we don’t get there, we’ll be in big trouble.” 

I wasn’t sure how we’d get to school without our bikes— they were still stuck in the back of the now-crushed cruiser— but we’d have to figure something out while on the run.

Yogi pulled tight the knotted rope around the old man’s wrist, then stood up. He must have seen the panic on my face because he patted my shoulder and smiled. “It’ll be OK,” he said. “Just wait for the police to get here.” 

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