The bateau below this story is a Regal 1900 (It's mine too)
The suivant day, Humphrey set out to the airport to steal a plane and head back to the pack with it. He put on his body armor, his WCA uniform, and put his gun in its slot.
“Hey, Kate, I’m heading out!”
“Ok, be back par 5:00.”
“I’m not your son!”
“Still just do it!”
“Alright, I will be back flying in on a 737.”
Humphrey left and headed out to the Jasper airport. On the way, he walked suivant to a river and saw an anchored boat. There was no one in it either. Humphrey pulled out his gun, which also had a scope and zoomed in. On his zoom, he accidentally fired. Unfortunately, a cop was driving by.
“Firearm discharge! I need backup!”
“Oh crap!”
Humphrey jumped into the water and climbed on to the anchored boat.
“I heard that when you’re on a boat, toi need a life jacket.”
Humphrey checked the storage part of the boat, “This is a pretty small boat.” Humphrey looked at the owners manual, “Regal 1900 bowrider. It has a hull storage unit, two storage units in the bow, anchor storage, and an engine compartment, ideal for putting life jackets. Ok, there they are.”
Humphrey put on a life jacket, then got in the drivers seat. He a read a note, “Operate blower for four minutes before operating boat.” He turned on the blower and read another note, “Eight persons ou 1,080 pounds is the limit.”
Humphrey waited a few minutes, then turned off the blower. However, he had to learn to operate the boat.
“Crap! Well, at least I’m not in a hurry.”
Humphrey heard police boats, “Are toi serious!? God, please help me! I would like to bring this bateau back to the pack, but I don’t know how to operate this thing! Please let me figure it out!”
Turning it on was just like a car, he turned the key to the right, and when he did, there was two short beeps and a loud beep when he turned it.
“Oh, crap, its that bad?”
He turned it even more, which started the boat. He noticed the throttle to his right, “That’s it! It’s just like a plane with throttle!”
Humphrey pushed the throttle forward, but there was a jerk. He forgot to put the anchor up! He rushed to the bow, pulled the anchor up, and put it in the compartment.
He sped off being followed par the cops, “Stop the vessel ou we will box toi in and force toi to shore!”
“Ok, I’ll stop!”
He pulled back the throttle, which made him stop almost immediately and went backwards. He stopped going backwards and sped vers l'avant, vers l’avant where he dodged the boats.
The boats sped after Humphrey, one, however, successfully jumped onto Humphrey’s boat. He knocked Humphrey and stopped the boat.
A few hours later, almost the end of the day, Humphrey woke up in a jail cell. A guard was sitting there lire a Playboy magazine.
“Oh, that’s sexy baby! Whoo, nice tits! Woah! No wonder why they call it a bush!”
“Excuse me, sir.”
“Yes.”
“What time is it?”
“7:00 pm, sir.”
“Oh crap! I had to be accueil two hours ago! Where is that bateau I had?”
“It’s on a trailer at the impound.”
“Sorry for all the questions, but where’s my body armor, my uniform, and my gun?”
“They’re in a storage room. par the way, ask all the questions toi want, the judge hears them all.”
“It’s not like I’m asking anything bad. Hey, can I see that Playboy?”
“Yeah, here.”
“Woah! No wonder why people are addicted to these things!”
Humphrey handed it back, and the guard sat at his desk. Humphrey learned a sneak move. He a volé, étole the keys, quietly unlatched the cell and tip-toed out, which was also quiet. Humphrey got his stuff from the storage room, and yelled to the guard.
“Hey, noob! toi missed me!”
“God damn it! On of a bitch!” the guard yelled, “I need backup at building C-12!”
An officer came and stood at the door, “No escape now, wolf!”
Humphrey jumped onto the mur which brought him to the suivant one. He jumped on the one, and jumped right over the guard. He ran to the parking lot, where he a volé, étole an F-350, because he needed a tow vehicle to get that boat. He got to the impound, signed the fee, and got the boat. He headed back to the pack towing the boat. When he came in, it was about 9:30.
“How mad will Kate be? I’m about to find out.”
Humphrey parked in front of the house, and went in to see Kate sitting there. When she saw him, she started to rage.
“Humphrey, where the hell were you!?”
“Long story, ok so…”
“No, first off, you’re grounded!”
“Ok, mom.”
“Shut up. You’re ground from sex! No romancing, no licking, no sucking, crap, no cuddling!”
“Do toi want me to do your sister?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Well, hopefully this will cheer toi up.”
Humphrey showed Kate the boat, “What is it?”
“A boat! It floats on water and goes like 60 MPH!”
“It makes me happy, but you’re still grounded!”
Humphrey and Kate went back in. They slept in different beds that night.
The suivant day, Humphrey set out to the airport to steal a plane and head back to the pack with it. He put on his body armor, his WCA uniform, and put his gun in its slot.
“Hey, Kate, I’m heading out!”
“Ok, be back par 5:00.”
“I’m not your son!”
“Still just do it!”
“Alright, I will be back flying in on a 737.”
Humphrey left and headed out to the Jasper airport. On the way, he walked suivant to a river and saw an anchored boat. There was no one in it either. Humphrey pulled out his gun, which also had a scope and zoomed in. On his zoom, he accidentally fired. Unfortunately, a cop was driving by.
“Firearm discharge! I need backup!”
“Oh crap!”
Humphrey jumped into the water and climbed on to the anchored boat.
“I heard that when you’re on a boat, toi need a life jacket.”
Humphrey checked the storage part of the boat, “This is a pretty small boat.” Humphrey looked at the owners manual, “Regal 1900 bowrider. It has a hull storage unit, two storage units in the bow, anchor storage, and an engine compartment, ideal for putting life jackets. Ok, there they are.”
Humphrey put on a life jacket, then got in the drivers seat. He a read a note, “Operate blower for four minutes before operating boat.” He turned on the blower and read another note, “Eight persons ou 1,080 pounds is the limit.”
Humphrey waited a few minutes, then turned off the blower. However, he had to learn to operate the boat.
“Crap! Well, at least I’m not in a hurry.”
Humphrey heard police boats, “Are toi serious!? God, please help me! I would like to bring this bateau back to the pack, but I don’t know how to operate this thing! Please let me figure it out!”
Turning it on was just like a car, he turned the key to the right, and when he did, there was two short beeps and a loud beep when he turned it.
“Oh, crap, its that bad?”
He turned it even more, which started the boat. He noticed the throttle to his right, “That’s it! It’s just like a plane with throttle!”
Humphrey pushed the throttle forward, but there was a jerk. He forgot to put the anchor up! He rushed to the bow, pulled the anchor up, and put it in the compartment.
He sped off being followed par the cops, “Stop the vessel ou we will box toi in and force toi to shore!”
“Ok, I’ll stop!”
He pulled back the throttle, which made him stop almost immediately and went backwards. He stopped going backwards and sped vers l'avant, vers l’avant where he dodged the boats.
The boats sped after Humphrey, one, however, successfully jumped onto Humphrey’s boat. He knocked Humphrey and stopped the boat.
A few hours later, almost the end of the day, Humphrey woke up in a jail cell. A guard was sitting there lire a Playboy magazine.
“Oh, that’s sexy baby! Whoo, nice tits! Woah! No wonder why they call it a bush!”
“Excuse me, sir.”
“Yes.”
“What time is it?”
“7:00 pm, sir.”
“Oh crap! I had to be accueil two hours ago! Where is that bateau I had?”
“It’s on a trailer at the impound.”
“Sorry for all the questions, but where’s my body armor, my uniform, and my gun?”
“They’re in a storage room. par the way, ask all the questions toi want, the judge hears them all.”
“It’s not like I’m asking anything bad. Hey, can I see that Playboy?”
“Yeah, here.”
“Woah! No wonder why people are addicted to these things!”
Humphrey handed it back, and the guard sat at his desk. Humphrey learned a sneak move. He a volé, étole the keys, quietly unlatched the cell and tip-toed out, which was also quiet. Humphrey got his stuff from the storage room, and yelled to the guard.
“Hey, noob! toi missed me!”
“God damn it! On of a bitch!” the guard yelled, “I need backup at building C-12!”
An officer came and stood at the door, “No escape now, wolf!”
Humphrey jumped onto the mur which brought him to the suivant one. He jumped on the one, and jumped right over the guard. He ran to the parking lot, where he a volé, étole an F-350, because he needed a tow vehicle to get that boat. He got to the impound, signed the fee, and got the boat. He headed back to the pack towing the boat. When he came in, it was about 9:30.
“How mad will Kate be? I’m about to find out.”
Humphrey parked in front of the house, and went in to see Kate sitting there. When she saw him, she started to rage.
“Humphrey, where the hell were you!?”
“Long story, ok so…”
“No, first off, you’re grounded!”
“Ok, mom.”
“Shut up. You’re ground from sex! No romancing, no licking, no sucking, crap, no cuddling!”
“Do toi want me to do your sister?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Well, hopefully this will cheer toi up.”
Humphrey showed Kate the boat, “What is it?”
“A boat! It floats on water and goes like 60 MPH!”
“It makes me happy, but you’re still grounded!”
Humphrey and Kate went back in. They slept in different beds that night.
This is a Regal 1900 (This is actually mine)
