A nice family story.
My sister and her family live in a house that is pretty hidden in Dayton, Nv. There is a Smith's pretty close to where they live that has been getting ripped off by the same group of people for months. The Smith's manager decides he's going to chase them down next time...in his SUV. So, they come in, he chases them out and a high speed chase ensues. Somehow they end up in my sister's driveway and wake up half of the damn neighborhood. My brother-in-law decides he's gonna take a flashlight and investigate...leaving my sister and niece alone. Not that my sister can't hold her own, she is Satan afterall. After her husband was missing for 15 minutes, my sister pokes her head out the back door and sees a car that shouldn't be there. She promptly calls 911 and when the cops show up, they find the "getaway" car...high centered on a huge pile of horse manure. The jackass stays in his car, desperately trying to move the car. He keeps spinning his wheels until the big pile o' shit catches on fire. Jackass doesn't realize this until his car is on fire. Luckily, the fire department was there so the fire didn't spread. Jackass gets taken away smelling like the shit he fell in. The Smith's manager comes around to the front of the house to apologize and gives them a gift certificate for $200 worth of free groceries. All my sister said was "I guess we should have listened to Abbey when she kept pointing out the window and saying 'uh oh'"
The End.
The End.