Me and Mickey the Wrench had a pretty sweet deal going chiselling grifters over on the East Side. Then Mickey introduces me to Carnival Pete. Pete says he knows of a big mark - some butter and egg chump from outta town: strictly a low risk initiative. Trouble is we need some Roscoes and quick. Mickey says he knows some link on Amazon can sort us out, next day delivery and everything.
Next day dawns and I pin my diapers on and pick up the letters. What's this? I open the box and see two coffee-and-doughnut inflatable gats! This puts us behind the eightball viz a vis the sting. I aint intending to blow nobody down but I don't need no guns you gotta blow up neither.
I try to call Pete, but Pete's already in the crate on his way over, Mickey too, and this is the 50's so we don't got cell phones. We're in Dutch...and deep. By the time Mickey and Pete arrive we don't got time to change the plan so we all hop in Pete's heap and head over to the docks.
I aint gonna lie to you. This aint one of your dime-store-book happy endings here. Our mark aint the sap Pete says he was. Soon as we arrive he starts squirting metal. Me, Pete and Mickey are hunkered down shouting "pew pew" but it aint effective and pretty soon we're taking the run-out. The whole thing's a trip for biscuits. Long and short these gats aint for serious business.
This is a very fun product, it really made my costume the part walking around with a toy gun and I got into the clubs with no problem unlike someone else who bought a hard plastic one, and of course it is durable and easy to clean if it was to get dirty because it is made of plastic. After I was finished with it, I gave it to my little cousin who is very happy with it.