Narrator: During a busy lunch hour at National National Bank, the Butcher commits his latest robbery. Or, at least he will as soon as it’s his turn in line. Baker: Say, buddy. Do you mind if I cut in front of you? I want to make my deposit before they run out of those neat balloons! Butcher: Yeah, sure, go ahead. (to himself) The more money you put in, the more I get to take out! Heh-heh-heh-heh! Baker: Hey, hold on a sec. Do I know you from somewhere? Butcher: Maybe. What prisons you been in? Baker: Prisons? Ha, that’s a good one. Butcher: Ha, ha, yeah. What’s so hysterious? Baker: It’s me-- Baker!