Courtyard Capers Pillows

"The monarch appreciates your wit, but thinks your timing sucks."

"Talk, Wallace - where'd you hide the loot?"

Courtyard of the Hotel de France, Montreuil.

"Projectile hairballing."

The ambush.

STRIP Hambone: This one's a great little number cruncher!

Professors Elliot, Lars, and Roth while away the hours till the new semester begins.

Bees arresting a honey bear.

'I want you to hack into our competitor's computer systems and steal their recipe for apple crisp.'

"He's been watching all those cookery programmes."

Superheroes.

Buddy Operas.

'You do a good job here and maybe the Don will promote you.'

'You know I must have been mistaken, it tastes fine after all.'

"Crap! There's a really big piece of tape!"

'I said cool it with the interpretive dance, Ben,'

'I stole a guy's identity, but the dude had a longer rap sheet than mine!'

'Mr Snail Darter! Any relation to the little fellow making the headlines a few years ago?'

'I told you it was a risky tax cut!'

Cat muggers wait for a fisherman.

'There you are dear - I was just telling Mr. and Mrs. Mumby about our little game of trying to have a bath during the commercials.'

A potato is walking down the street; a potato masher is hiding around a corner waiting to jump him.

"Your third degree of the second suspect was first rate."

He had a long record. Mostly petty crime.

'You'd better be insured, buddy! -- I just burned my thumb in your stupid French onion soup!'

One way to hide the evidence...

He dropped twenty quid! You helping him look for it? Nah. I'm standing on it.

Drug Deal Gone Right IV

"Someone's nicked the radio!"

"Now that we're into cyber crime, it's time we get a nicer office."

Bank robbers stealing petrol for the getaway car.