Our story opens on the corner of Washington Blvd. and Clifford in an empty lot that often repells the Clean Downtown crew.
Our buddy Mr. Teal is taking a break to buy some lottery tickets and a pack of Kools at Trolley Market.
We are witnessing Detroit's economy in motion. Take that Gov. Granholm!
The other two keep an eye on the front door of the bizness. Can't trust nobody these days.
Meanwhile, here comes Mr. Teal.
Park here! You're Mercedes will be fine in one of our shady spots. We've already got a Saab-owner parking here.
Say man, I think that Trolley Market check out girl likes me. She told me she liked my taste in clothes.
Why don't you pull the flag out of the bushes? I think the coast is clear.
Ok boss, I'll get the flag. We're so smart boss, right boss?
Eyes like a cat!
Lay low, lay low, the fuzz is buzzing around.
I'm gonna ask that Trolley Market cashier out. My horoscope said today was a day to take a chance.
Parking! Get your parking right here! Parking!
Parking! Get your parking right here!
All I did was ask a lady out on a date. How is that illegal? I didn't do nothing.
Parking lot? What parking lot? Y'all just racist. I don't care if you are
black, y'all is racist.
Naw man, look...
Ain't nothing gonna break-a my stride, ain't nothing gonna slow me down, oh no, I got to keep-a-movin'.
(except when DPD rolls around) Nice work guys. Thank you.