I was walking down the street when I noticed a burlap sack lying in the middle of the road. When I opened it up there were bundles of money, three million dollars worth. Bank robbers had dropped it.

Immediately the scene shifted, and I was in the bank, trying to cash a check for ten thousand dollars. While I was waiting in line, I overheard an FBI man talking to the head of the bank. They were talking about one of the tellers, that they suspected of being in on the robbery, it had happened at this bank. When I looked at my check, I realized that it was a personal check, written to me by the very bank teller they were talking about. I realized that I shouldn't cash this check here, because then they might find out about the money I had found. Besides, I realized, three million dollars was plenty, the check wasn't important anymore.

The scene shifts again, but now the FBI and the police were looking for me because they had found the bank teller's check book and wanted to find out why she had written me a check for ten thousand dollars, and more importantly why I hadn't bothered to cash it. I went quickly to my friend Angel's cottage, hoping to hide.

Soon, however there were FBI men outside, pounding on the door. Angel, another girl and myself panicked, not having anywhere to go, or a good place to hide the money. Quickly I threw the bundles under the mattress and all of us stripped off our clothing as the men started breaking in the door. We all quickly climbed into bed as the door burst open.

Soon the FBI men were everywhere in the cottage, but they were too embarrassed to look in the bed because we were naked, so I got to keep the money.