Balas E Bolinhos 3 [o Ultimo Capitulo] - Ainda... -

, staring out the window with his characteristic blankness, suddenly spoke up. "Tone? Is the beach in Porto? I don't like the sand that isn't from Porto."

Tone looked at the briefcase, then back at the road. A small, devious smirk climbed up his face. "Well... maybe one more. But only if the next one involves less seafood."

Culatra accidentally discharged his weapon into the van’s floorboard, causing Rato to scream so loud he alerted a nearby security guard. In the ensuing scramble, Bino found himself accidentally leading the wedding procession while holding a tray of appetizers he’d stolen from the buffet. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...

"We go in, we grab the case, we leave," Tone explained for the fourteenth time. "No shooting, no shouting, and for the love of everything holy, no 'bolinhos' until we are across the border." Naturally, things went south within three minutes.

"So," Rato gasped, clutching his chest. "Are we retired now?" , staring out the window with his characteristic

"Tone! I'm the godfather!" Bino shouted happily as he was swept into the ballroom by a crowd of cheering relatives.

But as the guards closed in and the sirens began to wail in the distance, a familiar spark lit up in Tone’s eyes. He didn't need a perfect plan; he had three idiots and a van with a faulty transmission. He jumped into the fray, swinging a heavy ornamental vase, while Rato began throwing smoke bombs that were actually just expired kitchen flour. I don't like the sand that isn't from Porto

As they sped away, the engine coughing and the police trailing behind, Tone looked at his crew. They were bruised, covered in flour, and arguably the least competent criminals in Portugal.