Leroy rolled on to the floor, turned, cut his left elbow by hitting somehow the display, a piece of metal, of a Coors beer life sized stand up cut out cardboard ad of a nearly naked blonde Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, looked at her face, though for a moment “Well, if this is it, baby, at least I got to see you, honey,” then crawled, pulled Merle to the floor, kicked the door open, kicked Merle with both of his Tony Lamas right in the ass out the store, and both scrambled outside. The cowbell dinged again as the glass doors with the security tape and the “Protected 24 X 7 by Brinks” decal closed. “Hey, hey, stop!” they could hear the muted screams from inside. Leroy pulled Merle up, and pushed him away and yelled “Run over to that feed store, hide behind it!” Merle took off like lightning. Le
