Frank looked at his watch. 8:00PM. Just one more hour to go. He looks behind and still can't believe what he sees: twenty-two hostages, all bound with duct tape, mouths taped shut, sitting huddled together. Besides himself, there was Jim at the window, Marty at the counter, and Steve, bagging the money. Outside, Frank sees the SWAT team ready to break in and take them all down. Only the hostages are keeping them at bay. How did this bank robbery go wrong? Everything was perfect. Frank and Jim stop security. Marty handles the sheep and Steve takes the workers. In, out. Just like the practice runs. 2 minutes. Now, it's been 6 hours in this standoff..
Chief Williams couldn't believe what he was seeing from behind his cruiser door. What were the chances that he would be just about to head into his bank when these fools would try to rob it. Even though he already had the place covered, this was HIS bank. He wasn't about to go back to his desk and sort papers. He was here, now. Chief Williams looked at his watch. 8:10. The criminals said they would start executing hostages in 50 minutes if they didn't receive a safe getaway. Ha! Why do criminals always think that their demands would so easily be given in? Surely by now they would have realized the moment they were out of the building, one of the 5 sharpshooters would take them out. No matter, the negotiator is about to give one more go before Williams ordered a green-light for any openings. Williams only wish right now was that there was a way to peacefully resolve this. Just a single shot fired could mean at least a week of paperwork. Just... Something... to get this wrapped up nice and neat. As the negotiator starts to walk in front of a cruiser with the megaphone, everyone started to hear... The music...
"Well you’re walkin and a talkin
(The sound of a large, black convertible approaching)
and a movin' and a groovin'
(The sound of the car and music becomes louder)
and a hippin' and a hoppin'
(Three men in black suits can now be seen in the vehicle)
and a pickin' and a boppin'
(The car stops in front of the negotiator, and the men jump out facing the bank)
Those bods are being bad,
(They stand with one three paces in front, the other two to the left and right, 4 paces)
You better take a stand,
(All three men in unison start to nod their head to the music, tapping their foot with the pace)
You're going to wake that thing in your hand.
(The men then start to tap harder when suddenly the man in front spreads his hands wide)
You're looking all around
(He then moves his left hand in the air, making an 'L' while the other two mimic the first man's poses)
There's trouble to be found
(Swinging his left arm like striking a chord on a guitar three times, he pivots to the right and bends over looking at the ground, both arms facing down, now)
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
(As the three men continue to dance, a force starts to draw at Williams. His right foot is tapping with the music. His shoulders are swaying. He looks and sees his fellow officers doing the same. He feels the urge to dance irrestible...)
Gotta' code three
(Williams and the officers can't fight this urge. Holstering their weapon, they begin to dance in unison with the three uniformed men.)
Need back up, bring me,
(Inside the bank, the robbers have already thrown down their weapons, not able to control the force making them dance)
My bright red fluro jacket
(The first man walks to the doors of the bank and opens them, letting the robbers and hostages walk out together, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The robbers allow themselves to be cuffed and thank the men before being placed in a cruiser)
As the three men get in their car, Williams approaches them and says "Thank you. Please, tell me who you are so I know who to thank for this peaceful resolution."#
The first man, who is also the driver turns and simply says, "E.B.A, Chief. The Elite Beat Agents"