Right! Let's do this thing!

After Danger had disappeared, Garbageman and Olaf stood staring at each other for several seconds.
"We go...?" Olaf suggested.
Suddenly a brainwave hit Garbageman, like...like (trying to keep this clean as best I can) a very clean brick hitting a very clean fat woman's very clean bottom. (It cleanly and quickly sunk in, in other words.) (See, that wasn't bad at all! Muhahaha!)
"There's no money left in the agency's bank account! Embezzlement Man made sure of that! How are we going to raise funds? (University of Inventions that may not help mankind being in Vladivostok and all!)"
"We will need guns?" Olaf queried, not really knowing what was going on.
"What! That's preposterous! Are you suggesting we indulge in some sort of criminal activity in order to get money?"
"I like honey!" Olaf's english failed him a second time.
"Oh! So we have to buy honey with the money too! Well, I guess robbing a bank it is!"
Olaf smiled the smile of the ignorant foreigner, content to follow someone who knew what they were doing in hope of free stuff.
Garbageman and Olaf ran down the street, turned left into the main street of town (Garbageman lived close to town for hero reasons, and as they lived in a very small rural town in the heart of Australia there weren't many streets. I think the town was called, Yeejabberwhatsit or something.)
They bolted into the bank.
Garbageman yelled, "This is a stick up!" and tried to pull his gun out of his pocket. Except he then realised he didn't have a gun.
"Oh no...!" He moaned, as security staff raced towards him. Worst of all, Olaf simply transported himself away!

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