This ain't the bank!
I told you, Jedidiah!
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!
It's the sheriff!
Get your hands up where I can see 'em! [Ezekiel and Jedidiah do so] Just as I suspected. [puts his gun away] Prospecting without the authorized equipment. Don't move a muscle. [walks away]
Prospecting? [Ezekiel shrugs]
Now, got your shovel, pickaxe, Benadryl, loofah, assorted snacks, some puzzle books, and you're gonna need a permit.
EZEKIEL! JEDIDIAH! WHAT THE SAM HILL IS GOING ON UP THERE?! [comes out of the hole while whacking Ezekiel and Jedidiah on the head] I'VE HAD POLYPS REMOVED SMARTER THAN THE TWO OF YOU! [sniffs the air] Hell's fire! This ain't the bank!
Hey, Pappy. The sheriff's standing right here, helping us out.
Gonna give us a permit for "prospecting".
Yep, just doing my duty. The lonely constable on his rounds, keeping an eagle eye out for mayhem and malfeasance.
Does he look like what he sounds?
Uh, huh.
Well, sheriff, if we was to hit the motherlode, being prospectors and such, where exactly do we deposit said annuity?
Well, here in the town of Dirt, we happen to have the finest financial institution in this side of Missouri. [points to the Bank of Dirt] Protected morning, noon and night by yours truly. [gives Balthazar the permit]
Much obliged.
