Chapter 1

One day, a man named Bobby Smack bought a car. It was a nice little red pickup truck. One week later he went to the Boise DMV. He did all the paperwork, and then said, 

“Wait! Before you give me the new permanent license plate, I want a vanity!” 

“You want a vanity plate?” the DMV guy said. “What do ya’ want it to say? Am3r1c4?” 

“No. I want it to say 8BB8B88.” 

“8B88BB8?” 

“No! 8BB8B88.”

“8BB8B88?”

“Yes!”

So Bobby got his vanity plate. And it read out 8BB8B88. Now you are probably wondering why little Bobby wanted his license plate to read 8BB8B88. Well it was so he could confuse the police. So Bobby Smack headed out onto the highway. While en route to his destination, Coeur d’Alene, he crused at 95 mph until he ran into an Idaho State Police officer. The officer flashed his lights and started to pursue him. However, when the officer tried to run his license plate, it didn’t go well.

“What the heck is that guy’s plate number? 8B8… No. How the **** am I supposed to read that! Calling all units I need backup!” Soon a police helicopter joined the pursuit. 

“I can’t read that either!” yelled the helicopter pilot into his radio.

Chapter 2

After pursuing for over 10 minutes, and 4 other cars joining the chase, no one had managed to successfully read his license plate. So they terminated the pursuit.

“Yes!” yelled little Bobby. “I have avoided the police with my awesome vanity plate!” But only 2 days later, Bobby Smack had to head back home. While heading back, Bobby stopped in Caldwell to refill his car with gas. After he had filled up the truck, he peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a giant number 11 on the road in the process. There just so happened to be the sheriff from the Caldwell Police Department getting back in his car after grabbing a doughnut at the gas station. He noticed little Bobby do this, and started to pursue him. Now you see, the sheriff was 59 years old, but he had the best glasses you could imagine. 

“8BB8B88” said the sheriff. “Why would I have expected anything different from someone who just left rubber on the road in front of a police officer, a sheriff at that.” Now the car the sheriff was driving wasn’t a Crown Victoria or a Chevy Tahoe, or even a Ford Explorer. It was a Dodge Charger SRT Redeye Jailbreak, with a supercharged 6.2 liter HEMI V8, boasting 807 horsepower. The sheriff tapped the gas and he flew to 45 mph in about 3 seconds. He turned on his lights. 

Little Bobby said “Oh no, he’s on to me!” Bobby put his foot to the floor and passed 80 mph. But the Jailbreak sped past and cut him off with ease. Bobby braked hard and hung a left going straight through a red light and a traffic filled intersection. The sheriff drifted over the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding some pedestrians, and zipped on the westbound twenty-second street. He then floored it and within ten seconds he was back on little Bobby’s tail. Little Bobby looked back at the Charger, lights blaring, and when he looked forward he saw a tree.

Chapter 3

Poor little Bobby smacked straight into that tree at 117 mph. However, because of the speed, when he flew into the tree he just took it out. Then he flew into a brick building, and blasted through it in a fraction of a second, and, with the sheriff still following him, he flew out the back and into another tree, which he ricocheted off of, and smacked straight into a garbage can, which sent him flying. He ended up getting stuck in yet another tree. The sheriff called the Caldwell S.W.A.T. team, and the Caldwell Fire Department, and the Caldwell E.M.T.

“Ow!” said poor Bobby Smack. He turned around to see the back half of his little red truck gone, and the path of destruction he left behind.

“Driver! Exit the vehicle!” said the sheriff over the P.A. system.

“I would, but I am stuck 25 feet high in a tree!” said Bobby. After 6 minutes, the fire department and the E.M.T.s had arrived. They got Bobby out of the truck and, after verifying that he was ok, sent him to jail. As for the truck, which was completely totaled having lost its hood, passenger side door, bed, and all the windows, was sent to a scrapyard. However, two months later some of the metal from the truck was used to make a few parts for a brand new sports car.

The End