Panting hard, Captain Doobie and Goodtime Slim ran out of the front doors of the RSL hall. They sprinted down the road, eventually taking shelter in a nearby alleyway. Captain Doobie listened out for the sounds of any octogenarian pursuit, then gave Goodtime Slim the all-clear.
When he'd got his breath back, Goodtime Slim said, "What the hell was that?"
"What?" replied Captain Doobie, the very picture of innocence, "You told me to create a diversion."
"Yes, because we were being beaten badly at bingo by old ladies and I thought it best that we leave unnoticed with our dignity intact."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh' indeed. I didn't mean that you should stand up on the table, scream out 'Hey, isn't that Daniel O'Donnell!' then kick over the wire cage thingie with all of the numbers inside!"
Captain Doobie was nonplussed. "Well, it worked," he reminded him.
"Yes, well, that's beside the point," Goodtime Slim grimbled.
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