Donald's crime's theatrical release print, showing Donald as a member of the crime world. Notice the black colour of his thug's attire, which in this context implies shady or suspicious affairs. |
Donald sets off home while vividly picturing himself a welathy man. It's not long before he becomes aware of his theft and his daydreams turn to disturbing visions of him as a wanted criminal fleeing from imaginary pursuers. Bloodhounds, searchlights and a motor-by gunning complete the segment and drive home the point that he's committed a federal offence. He eventually makes his way onto a nearby building's rooftop and at the end he finds himself clad in an inmate's garb within the confines of a prison cell, complete with a bar grid and everything. He grasps the bars of the door window and despondently tries to shake it open.
Reality suddenly steps in and decides that a blow to the head is in order. The thwack knocks some sense into him, revealing that he his nightmarish frenzy was a figment of his imagination and he had all along been entangled in a ruckus at the backdoor of an all night cafe and a help wanted sign had fallen off onto his head. He makes a prompt dash to the service entrance and accepts the offer on the spot. He then proceeds to perfunctorily washes the heaps of soiled dishes while thinking of nothing else but to repay his nephews in full.
At the end of his toilsome night, he's home again. In cloak and dagger fashion, he deposits the due amount of cash into the bereft piggy bank, only that he puts one too many. He again goes into a Riot of Blood sort of state trying to knock the spare nickel out of the piggy bank. He halts as he hears his nephews standing by the door telling him off for the attempted theft. The short finishes with the narrator's final words, that "crime doesn't pay".
The triplets get wind of their uncle's supposed theft. |
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