Revenge of the Juggler

"Calm down honey," said the mother. "We'll get your money back. I promise."

"Hey pal you can't come waltzing into my town and expect to rob us blind—no sir." The deputy clenched his fist on the butt of his holstered pistol.

John Paul's mother worked more from the angle of a plea deal. "Listen, if you give my kid his money back and get out of town, I won't press charges."

“You're fired anyway," said the director. "Do the decent thing; give the kid his money back."

The juggler attempted to present his account of what happened but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"So I'm guilty? I think you people need to—"

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