By: Co onnerr M.
Contents of Clive Finklebottom's Suit case
Flash light Black sweatshirt Black ski mask Jeans Hat Fake mustache Silenced pistol Picture of family $1000 dollars
The thoughts of Clive Finklebottom I just can't do it, I'm done, I'm tired and done with this place, with my life. What's the point of life, I work all day and night for nothing, for my landlord just to come and take it away. It is pointless, I might as well leave. I heard France is beautiful, it has nice views and everyone is laid back. They also have lots of art. Wait, that could be my way out. I could steal art from the Louvre. After that, I sell it anonymously and I am gone. New hair, new eyes, new name, new passport, everything. It is a quick way out. An easy way out of the life that I am stuck in now.
Clive Finklebottom's Daily Planner 10:00 AM: go quit job 12:00 AM: go get a passport at the post office 2:00 PM: buy a crow bar 5:00 PM: Ask mom for her insight and thoughts 7:00 PM: pack bags 9:00 PM: go to Seattle National Airport and fly to France
Voice Mail to Clive's Mom Hey mom, well, I decided on it. I just can live this way anymore I decided that the rewards would be greater the risk. I can't go on living this poor life that I have. And neither can you. So I am leaving you this message, I'm gonna to do what I said before. I know it sounded crazy but I have to do it. I would really appreciate it if you called back because I need someone to talk me out of this. I just do not know if this is something that I should follow through with. Is it better to take the risk for a life of luxury for, for both of us I might add. I just don't know whether the risk is greater than the possible rewards. I mean just think, swimming in money, or life behind bars. Please call me back because I have a plane ticket to France for tonight at 9:00. Please you are the only one who can help me, please call back. Please. The Security Cameras in The Louvre 2:00 AM Shut, gun clicking, slip on clothes. 3:00 AM Slam door, clacking of steps, car door closes, engine revving, wheel squeak. 3:30 AM park, slip on mask, slip on shirt, load gun. 4:00 AM tip‐toe, shatter, remove frame, no more Mona Lisa. 4:15 AM tap, click, remove, no more "Coronation of Napoleon" 4:30 AM out, quiet, unseen, gone, vanish, done. 5:00 AM new person, mustache, hat, blonde hair. 6:00 AM news paper, Mona Lisa stolen, smirk.