My problem is I saw the wrong commercial. I hope this qualifies for the Comedy Challenge... So, does it?

I'm sure I don't know! I don't think I can write humor. *shrug* Besides, my sense of humor is warped anyway! You be the judges. *looks innocently around*

The three men waved their guns around. The tallest ordered the people in the movie lobby back into one corner. Damn it, everything had been perfect! Going like clockwork with their hold up of the Diamond Exchange. Then, THEN! The blasted road construction had to get in their way.

The tall man swung at his middle height partner, popping him in the head. "WHY didn't you know about that construction?" He growled, his voice low and deep with threat. "The getaway was YOUR job! So, WHY didn't you know, Mister Know-It-All?!? Hmm? Can you tell me that? WHY?!?"

The smaller man cringed away and whined. "It wasn't suppose to be there. It was on the web site! Road construction on 10th through 15th. That street was suppose to be clear." His eyes turned, appealing to the other man. "Tell him! It was suppose to be CLEAR!"

"Yeah, so? Looks like it was wrong, Bright Eyes. And so were YOU!" The other man swatted the cringing man with his hat, then turned to check their hostages with a disgusted look on his face.

Great, the two men stood there, unknowingly echoing each other thoughts. In a few minutes, one of the movies would let out. They didn't know which one and it didn't matter. Shortly the lobby of the multiplex would be full of happy go lucky movie goers with maybe a few disgruntled ones who hadn't enjoyed the movie, the food, the other patrons - something to complain about. The men caught the other one's eyes. What were they going to do? They couldn't control that many people! They didn't WANT to control that many people. They just wanted a nice, quiet escape with the fortune in diamonds they'd collected and away from the cops that had to be even now on the hunt. So HOW were they going to get out of this one?!? HOW?!?

The short, dark haired man with graying hair at his temples, wire rimmed glasses and blue eyes, looked up at his taller companion. Blue eyes connected with brown. The tall, willowy, red head shrugged gracefully. Why did this always have to happen to them? This was suppose to be a lark. Just a bit of fun. Meet their friends at the movies, go to dinner, have a few drinks. A nice, quiet, relaxing night out with friends and acquaintances. Just a bit of unwinding and some fun. Pity that their friends weren't here yet. After all, they were all with the police. Nooo! They had to be a bit early and thinking to get ahead of the game, they'd go ahead and get tickets and refreshments. Wait for them in the nice, dry lobby. Away from the spring shower. In the arms of three men with guns. They sighed together and returned to watching the men holding them hostage.

The red head's lips twitched slightly. If it wasn't for the guns, these guys would be funny. Almost like watching a Three Stooges Festival or an Abbot and Costello or would that be Laurel and Hardy? She watched curiously as the shortest man swatted both of his partners with his hat. That hat wasn't going to have any shape left, if he kept it up.

The small man sidled closer. The tall woman bent her head down slightly, interested in what her companion had to say.

"Any ideas, boss?" The soft tenor whisper brushed past the woman's ears.

She shrugged, keeping an eye on the men with the guns. "No. I'm open to suggestions." She whispered back.

The man sighed and shrugged, then almost jumped as a gun swung their way. Relaxing when it paused, then moved on.

"We can't stay here." The shortest man spoke.

Boss, the short man and tall woman thought.

"No." The tallest responded.

Partner and underling.

"We need an escape. One the cops won't expect." The medium man answered.

Lame brain flunky and partner.

Actually, they seemed to all be a bit lame brained to be in this mess in the first place. The red head considered the trio, mentally dubbing them Short, Tall and Midi. She nudged her companion and smiled slightly, a twinkle appearing in her eyes. The short man looked at what the woman was playing with ever so slightly in her hands. His eyes widened and snapped back up, a question in his eyes. For just a moment, a smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat appeared on the woman's face. Reluctantly, he nodded agreement and slid away. Once the man was far enough away to no longer be associated with her, she dropped the object in her hand. "Oh," She spoke in a rich contralto and bent over to pick up the keys she had accidentally dropped to the floor.

The symbol on the key ring caught Midi's eyes and they widened in surprise, taking in the keys and the tall, well built woman picking them up. No! It couldn't be. He moved closer, wanting to see if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. The gold of the bull symbol flashed in front of his eyes and his gaze followed, like a bird hypnotized by a snake.

The tall man spotted his partner's neglect and reached out to pop him again. "Hey! Pay attention here!"

"Lamborghini." Midi whispered in awe.

"Huh?" Tall looked at him bewildered. He turned to Short. "What's with him?"

Short shrugged and swung his hat at Midi again. "WHAT?!?" It wasn't enough the cops were after them. Now their partner in crime (The one who got them into this mess in the first place!) was cracking.

"Lamborghini." Midi spoke up firmly and darted to the tall red head, drawn like a bear to honey.

Tall and Short exchanged looks, clearly doubting their partner's mental competence even more than when they'd first arrived. Okay, so he could drive. Big deal! He was obviously unbalanced.

Midi smiled up at the beautiful red head and scuffed one shoe back and forth, suddenly shy. "Do you have a Lamborghini?"

The woman laughed lightly. "Why yes. A 98 red Diablo SV. Specially imported." She batted her eyelashes delicately. "Naturally."

"Wow," Midi whispered, impressed by the woman and car.

Tall growled and started to move forward, prepared to jerk his straying partner back to the business at hand.

Short placed a hand around his arm and pulled him back. "I got an idea." He smiled, looking a bit like a shark seeing food.

"What?" Tall looked down, puzzled.

"We let Red there, take our friend for a ride..." His grin grew, then he yanked Tall down to whisper urgently in his ear. Tall's eyes widened, then he gave an answering grin. He nodded decisively.

Decision made, Tall went and dragged Midi over for a conference. They spoke for a couple of moments, then all nodded agreement. A bag was passed to Midi by Short.

Short walked to the tall red head.

Red looked down with a bewildered smile.

"Look, babe. Do us all a favor?" Short's gesture included the handful of patrons and workers huddled in one corner of the lobby.

"Yes?"

"Take our friend here," Short tugged Midi over, "for a ride in that fancy car of yours."

"And?" Red's head tilted to one side, her lips pursed.

"You take him and our goods. We leave quietly afterwards. Unnoticed. Everybody here keeps their yaps SHUT." He paused and the sharp eyes of Tall and Short scanned the small group, the threat obvious. " For a while. Nobody gets hurt. You drop him off. He'll tell you where. So what do you say? Deal?"

Red looked down at the short man with the gun. "How do I know you'll keep your promise?" Her mouth formed a small pout.

"Honest, babe! We just... Want our cut." The short man grinned as he mimicked the star of one of the movies.

"What's in it for me?" Red asked in a sexy whisper.

Short almost choked, then chuckled. "Like I said, no one gets hurt." His tone dropped to a whisper. "And we'll give you a couple of uh... samples."

Red beamed. "Deal." She stuck her hand out and the man, surprised, shifted his gun to his other hand and shook on it. She turned to Midi and purred as she snuggled up to his side. One hand played with a strand of his hair. "So... Do you want to drive, Big Boy?"

Midi gulped, then accepted the keys dangling from her hand. "I'd love to." They left, a huge grin on the man's face.

Short turned to the remaining hostages. "Remember. Quiet. At least a hour. Or else." The threat made, the two men headed out the doors, strolling casually down the street, apparently window shopping.

The teen aged manager swiped a hand over his face. "Whoa. I don't believe that!" His eyes were wide and fearful, but the fear was fading. "Man! Just like the movies!" Awe was quickly supplanting fear. By the time he talked to anyone, he'd be a hero. He whistled as he thought of the tall babe that had walked out on the one man's arm. Obviously an accomplice. Planted for... for a contingency plan! Or maybe... Maybe she was a spy! Yeah, that was it! A spy!

The short man shook his head in mild amusement at the milling group discussing their short ordeal. He pulled an electronic organizer from his coat pocket. Punched an icon on the display and smiled. He frowned slightly as two men and a woman entered. "Bout time you got here."

"Sorry, uh, Andy." Francis Gatti responded. "There was a holdup not to far from here."

"No kidding." Andy tapped his foot, his expression annoyed.

Frank and Mira exchanged looks. Uh oh. "Where's..." Mira slid a glance over at Tony Rizzo. "Where's Roberta?"

"With one of the robbers," Andy grinned at their expression and showed them the PDA in his hand. "That's the other two. Why don't you go collect them?"

"That's them?" Tony looked at the display, a puzzled frown on his open face. "Isn't that one of Rollie's and Angie's gadgets?"

"Yeah, Tony. It's called a PDA. Remember?" Mira grabbed the PDA and Tony's arm, heading out to see about collecting the robbers being tracked by the gadget.

Red purred softly as Midi pulled the powerful sports car to a stop at a red light. "So, Big Boy, where are we going?"

"A little place on the East Side. Nice and quiet." He leered at the woman in the shotgun seat. "We could have a little... fun, before my... associates get there."

"I don't think so. April Fools!"

Midi did a double take at the lightly accented tenor voice as a big hand reached out and clipped his chin in a hard uppercut.

"Ow!" Red rubbed her hand, then reached up to pull off  the mask and wig he wore. Rollie Tyler grinned as he shifted the unconscious crook over and slid into the driver's seat. "That's the last time I help Frank and Mira with an April Fools joke." He grumbled as he waved at the impatient drivers behind him who started honking as soon as the light turned green. He pulled into a nearby parking lot and slipped a hand in his turtleneck to remove the forms that had supplied "her" well built figure. He turned on the cell phone and called the police station.

Frank glanced around and pulled out his cell phone, calling in some units to question the patrons who'd seen the robbers. "So, um, Andy, what happened?"

"What do you think? We came to have some fun. Fun, you and Mira suggested by the way, and naturally, NATURALLY, we end up with guns in our faces, with crooks threatening us!" The short man reached up and pulled off the mask and wig covering her features. "Frank. Remind me not to help you with any more April Fools jokes." Angie growled at his unrepentant grin.

"Gotcha, Angie." Frank's head bobbed in understanding.

"Rollie better be okay." Angie opened and closed her hands around an imaginary neck. "If he isn't."

"Rollie will be fine." Frank assured the blonde special effects artist. "How did you bug these other two with the tracker?"

Angie chuckled. "Good ol' reliable. A handshake."

"You looked great, by the way!" He shifted a bit to watch the uniforms enter the lobby of the movie theater. "What about Rollie?"

Angie looked at the NYPD detective through the side of her eyes. "What about Rollie?" She smothered a grin.

Frank took a deep breath. "What did he look like?"

Angie smiled. It looked a lot like the one Rollie had worn earlier.

"Come on, Ange!" Frankie's eyes pleaded with the woman, dying of curiosity.

"Gorgeous." Angie answered with a grin that would remind Rollie of Chiops after he got into the cream. "Long legs. A figure to die for. Red hair. Oh yeah. Good enough to eat. Yum." She laughed at the look on Frank's face.

"Damn. I wish we'd managed to go the whole way." He got a wistful look in his eyes. "I could just see the look on the faces at the precinct when they found out."

Angie laughed throatily. "Yeah." She punched him in the arm as Mira and Tony returned with Short and Tall. "Look at it this way. You got a good bust out of it." She looked smug at Tony's double take. "Oh, you haven't seen the toy Rollie borrowed from the studio." As impossible as it seemed, her grin got bigger as Rollie Tyler pulled up in front of the theater in the bright red 98 Lamborghini Diablo SV. He popped open the passenger door and waved at them, waiting for his partner to join him.

"You know where to find us."

The three detectives' eyes popped out at the sight of the fast, powerful, expensive sports car. They hadn't even seen the dealers running around with one of those! Everyone watched stunned as the beautiful blonde in man's clothing got into the car with the tall man in a white turtleneck, his brown hair in a disarray. Man and woman waved to their friends as the car pulled into traffic with a deep rumble.