Every cloud has a silver lining

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"We dont have time for this. We were sent here on a mission" Grabriela mutters as billy skips across the dark desert highway towards the 7 eleven across from the route 69 motel in which they stopped for the night. 

"slurpee time slurpeetime slurpee time slurpee time: !" Billy la Bufanda sings in a sing songy voice.

"fine,  but get me a pack of menthols on your way back."

Grabriela signs the guest book with a fake name and leaves a crumpled bill on the desk. She went to sleep, anxious for the trip to the city the next day.

They wake up the next day and headed into town. Rats ran rampant across the streets, faint country hymns echoed out of windows of 2nd-floor apartments located above drug stores and worn down sub shops. Enjoying a cup of coffee, Billy was enjoying the quiet, but Grabriela was on edge, uneasy. She went outside for a smoke break, when a lime green ford fiesta zoomed past the quaint cafe

"oh fuck" 

two masked figures hopped out the car and pulled two guns out of the car. Grabriela was shocked to see and scale model and exact recreation of the fortnite pump shotgun.

"holy shit they're gamers!!!!! we are so screwed!" Billy yelled as he came outside and stood adjacent to Grabriela.

they whipped out their weapons and headed towards the bank which the lime green ford fiesta was stopped outside of. 

Billy took the lead and charged at the bank all weapons firing in the general direction of the bank. As they Galloped to the robbers, the robbers turned around and went bang bang bang and started shooting at Billy and Grabriela!!!!! Oi noi!!!!!!!

Billy did a sick ninja move that made the robbers start shooting.

"You inbred little bitches better stop robbing this bank or ill kill you"

"We're not inbred u ugly blue and green spanish scarf" the robbers said in unison.

Billy froze dead in his tracks. He recognized the sweet melodious voices with soft dulcet tones.

"Las bonitas bonitas y muy deliciosa?" Billy uttered weakly

"Si! Billy is that you?"

the robbers ripped of their masks to reveal las botas! Billy's ex wives who had been in a polygamous relationship together but were broken up due to reasons mentioned in the previous story.

"holy fucknuts its las botas!" grarbiela cried as she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. she licked her hands and they tasted like circus peanuts. yim yum.


then a musty glockenspiel started to play. It was the TSUNAMI SIREN! they had to get to shelter or else they would die. they climbed to the top of the radio tower and suddenly, the tension between billy and las botas was so thick you could cut it with a katana.



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