Chapter 9

Chapter 9
 
 






Maria, the evil Greek spy, cackled from the front seat of her car as she raced down the road mentally marinating the maniacal revenge she had exacted on her arch nemesis, Bulldog White. She squealed and howled with joy, jerking the steering wheel left and right, causing the contents of her trunk to smack against the sides of the car. “You like it back there, Bulldog?” she wailed with glee.  

Earlier that morning, Maria had captured Bulldog. Certain of Bulldog’s dependable daily routines and favorite hang-out spots, Maria had patiently for hours waited outside the Dollar Tree. She had spent the morning ruminating about her revenge…remembering the gold heist in Trinidad. The job that had gone so perfectly, until Bulldog had shown up and arrested her. During her 7 long years of incarceration in a Trinidad prison, she had plotted her revenge. After springing her gang from jail a few days ago, her perfect plan was finally set in motion.  Bulldog had finally entered the Dollar Tree, and Maria sprang into action. 

She had known just how to entice the frugal redneck – the old “dollar bill in the trunk” trick. Maria had casually pulled up next to Bulldog’s car, opened the trunk and furtively laid a dollar bill in plain view of any passers-by.  The trick had worked like a charm. As Bulldog approached his vehicle, his cost-conscious eyes had caught a glimpse of the potential pay day. Just as he had leaned over to swipe the cash, Maria snuck up behind him, clunked him on the head and tossed him in the trunk.  

With her precious cargo now safely stowed in the trunk of her town car, she blissfully navigated to the old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town where her crew was waiting to hear Bulldog’s last words. Victory felt oh so sweet – Maria hadn’t felt this free in years. She grinned enormously and laughed like a child.

“Hope you have enough room back there, Bulldog! I hope it is not too cramped!”

It was nighttime when Maria finally pulled up to the warehouse.  She honked the horn three times, and a member of her gang pulled the warehouse door open slowly.  Maria drove to center of the dark and dingy space. She left the headlights on, and confidently sprung out of the vehicle. 

“Everyone gather round!” she chirped as she and the gang walked toward the truck. “I told you all I had a surprise for you,” she said, addressing the crowd and raising her car keys with one hand. She pressed a button decisively and gestured behind her confidently as the trunk popped open.

“I give you…Bulldog White!” 

Excited and vengeful, the entire gang anxiously pointed their guns inside the trunk, but quickly realized it was empty. When she heard a few whispers and scoffs, Maria pushed her way to the car. Bewildered, she bent down to pick up a piece of paper in the back of the trunk. It read:

Better luck next time

~~~~Bulldog
 
Inspiration By Bulldog White
Written By Scott White
Edited By  Jordan McMillian.

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