The Blue Man, Part 2

Part 1 if you missed and would like to read:

The Blue Man Robs a Bank

Shortie the Bank Robber’s real name was Vincent Moscone. Shortie V., they called him; he was named just like his cousin….both were Vinny for short. He had taken at least ten showers in an attempt to wash off the blue dye. It didn’t work, it was like he was permanently blue. How could this be?
Shortie came all the way from New Jersey to rob the Arvest Bank of Colorado. He had done his research, and this bank was one of the most lax in security. Now he was a blue man going on the run, but not quite on the run yet. He had to handle this blue dye thing right, or he would get caught for sure. Those darn tellers, putting that dye in the money bag.
Now he was headed to the Mavis Public Library for a children’s performance. Shortie touched his Smurf hat, yep it was perfect; he didn’t like kids, little pests that they were, but he could pull this off. Cops were searching the whole town. Up ahead a cop car was parked in front of the RX-All Pharmacy. That was ok, he could walk by confidently Smurf hat held high. He wouldn’t even flinch. Shortie was so ready to get back to New Jersey, he was gonna go into partnership with his cousin, Vinny Two.
Inside the library, Shortie headed to the front desk, “Hello, I am here for the show,” he told the head librarian. “Oh yes,” she smiled. “A let’s see, Mr.?” “Mr. Ernest Owens,” said Shortie. “I don’t see your name on the list…” said the librarian. “Oh, I’m sorry, was I supposed to sign up early?” he asked. “Well, yes,” said the librarian looking at his Smurf costume. “Oh gee, I …” said Shortie. “Well we might could fit your part in, can you fill out take these forms and fill them out, and bring it back to the desk with your ID?” “Sure,” said Shortie, taking the forms. He headed over to the computer center.
Shortie had the forms, and was searching wildly for his fake ID. The place was filling up with kids. Shortie took a deep breath. He sure didn’t like kids much. “Hey look!” Shortie turned around. Two little punk boys were right behind him. “Who are you?” squealed one of them. “I am a Smurf!” smiled Shortie. “What’s that?” asked the other kid. “I’m Papa Smurf, Leader of the Smurf village, I’m here to…” Shortie looked outside as two cops were walking down the sidewalk. “Well, we are here to have fun, right?” asked Shortie. “Do you know Dr. Seuss?” asked the original little punk. “Uhh….yeah, yeah I do…” said Shortie. “Are you a Broncos fan?” asked the second little punk. “No, uh yeah, I’m a big Broncos fan…go Big Blue!” said Shortie. “And I like the Cowboys too.” One kid smiled, the other one frowned. “Hey you guys better find a seat, it’s about time for us to get started here…”said Shortie.
Shortie turned to take his forms to the librarian, he saw a police officer talking to her at the desk. She was shaking her head. He wasn’t sure….was she buying his story as a performance artist? Shortie had to get back to New Jersey with the money, he was going to help his cousin Vinny Two. They were starting a busines: Vinny & Vinny Business Solutions. They were gonna have solutions for anybody’s business. They were gonna have a cash flow. Shortie had a bag of blue money. He was a blue man. A man who was temporarily a Denver Bronco’s fan. Now to get a Bronco’s Jersey, rent a car and go to Texas. Dallas. The Cowboys were gonna be playin’ the Giants. Blue was the perfect color alright, and he was going to get away. No cops were going to stop him now…