Mr. Grin, still carrying the woman, entered the room with the vault. He started looking for the light, fumbling along the walls.
"Why's this not lit?" He asked. Meanwhile, sirens blared outside. Cars parked in front, and a tall, portly officer stepped out.
"Alright, we've got the place surrounded! Everyone out with your hands up." The man said.
"Shit! It's the fuzz! Um..." Mr. Grin didn't really know what to do, so he started firing his gun at the ceiling. Shooting things usually helped him. He ignored the bit of ceiling hitting his head.
"To the roof! Of course! But first..." He took out a lighter and lit it, then looked to his side and saw a furry man. He turned to the clerk.
"...It seems your bank is infested with furry people. You should get the checked on."