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As Otto Mentallis's Ford F-150 cruised down the highway, the average person would not want to be sealed to the fate of being inside the car, having their life in the hands of Otto and his concerningly bad driving. But, sadly (or gladly, depending on how much you appreciate people shrieking), the two passangers- Bob and Helmut -were asleep in the back seat, while the "luggage" (more commonly know as Compton) sat in the trunk, too stricken with fear to yell out. With a sharp turn, that most would be surprised didn't wake the passangers, Otto slammed the brakes, just in time to roll up perfectly to the local grocery store.
He opened the car door, stepping out and slamming it closed, not bothering to lock it- he was going to need to return to the driver's seat in quite the hurry, if everything went according to plan. Otto stepped up to the store's entrance, waiting just a second for the automatic doors to slide open, and with a deep inhale, sprinted in.
He gave a brief wave to the cashier at the front, Lucrecia Mux. She knew that Otto sprinting into a store was awful news to whoever worked there, but she held off on calling authorities for a while. He was her friend, after all, and she'd get part of the bounty. Otto, meanwhile, had rushed to the candy section, finding his way to the chocolate bars. With some quick and simple math, he determined that every cardboard stand held twenty chocolate bars, and with that, grabbed three of the stands, shoving them down his oversized coat, as well as sneaking an extra eight bars into his pockets.
While this was all going on, Ford Cruller was not having as good a time. He unicycled down the road, index and thumb over his eyes in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. Cassie O'Pia raced by him on a motorbike, dead-set on reaching her destination as fast as possible- at least, until she spotted Ford. She slowed down the bike, letting him catch up, and adjusted her speed to match his. She gave him a firm nod, to which he only responded with a sigh. Her GPS said they'd make it to the grocery store in about eight minutes, enough for Otto to be done with whatever he was up to this time.
With only a simple nod towards Lucrecia, Otto raced out of the store, only stopping his sprint once he slammed open his car door. This- and somehow only now, despite the other moderately startling things that happened during this trip -startled Bob awake, just in time to be hit in the face with a ridiculous amount of chocolate.
"I just stole sixty-nine chocolate bars," Otto yelled. "Let's go!"
The last part was not only an exclamation of success, but an immediate course of action, as he hit the gas soon after, knowing that Lucrecia had likely called the cops as soon as he left the store.
Ford and Cassie got to the grocery store as soon as the sirens started. Blue and red lights glowed blindingly from the police cars, and Ford stepped up to one of the officers surveying the scene, Cassie close behind.
"First of all," he stated. "This was for science."
The discussion that ensued was not only incredibly painful for those involved, but also dealt psychic damage for those watching. With fear of Cassie's height and a little psychic manipulation, Ford managed to convince the authorities to let Otto go. A while into the ride back to base, he turned to Cassie with a sigh that radiated tiredness.
"That bitch better give me some of the winnings."