And the Blonde Ruined Everything

 

Late one night, when the supermarket was nearly empty and the aisles echoed with silence, a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde decided it was the perfect time to rob the place. They moved quickly, stuffing bags with whatever they could grab, laughing nervously as they worked. Everything was going smoothly — until they heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.

A police officer had just walked in.

Panic hit instantly. The three women looked around desperately for somewhere to hide. With no exits nearby and nowhere else to go, they spotted a stack of large potato sacks in the storage area. Without thinking twice, each woman jumped into a sack and froze, holding her breath.

The officer, suspicious of the sudden silence, followed the noise toward the back of the store. He noticed the sacks and frowned. To investigate, he lifted his boot and kicked the first one.

“Meow,” came a soft sound from inside.

The officer relaxed. “Oh, it’s just a cat,” he said, shaking his head at himself.

He moved on and kicked the second sack.

“Woof, woof,” came the reply.

The officer chuckled. “Just a dog. Nothing unusual here.”

Feeling confident now, he walked over to the third sack and gave it a solid kick.

“Potatoes,” the blonde said confidently from inside.

The store went completely silent.

The officer slowly lowered his foot, stared at the sack, and sighed. He pulled out his handcuffs and said, “Ma’am… step out of the bag.”

The brunette and redhead groaned from inside their sacks, knowing the robbery was officially over — all because the blonde forgot that potatoes don’t talk.