This Is Your FBI: The Toy Bandits

This is your FBI. This is your FBI. The official broadcast from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tonight, the subject of our FBI file armed robbery.

It's title, the Toy Bandit. Those types of crimes have remained in general the same. There have always been thieves, kidnappers, murderers, black mailers and so on. on. But crime detection methods have advanced rapidly. Science has developed new and more effective techniques for apprehending criminals. Rarely have ever the progressive steps in tracking down a criminal the same. Science supplies your FBI agent with his tools. But the agent

himself, as is proved by tonight's case from the FBI files, must have imagination, intelligence and initiative to know which tools to use and when to use them. That's why the men of your FBI are selected with much painstaking care.

Those who finally pass muster command widespread respect and confidence. Tonight's FBI file opens in a wooded area on the outskirts of a large western city. A man sits leaning against the trunk of a tree fondling an almost empty bottle as a young boy quietly sneaks up behind him.

Hmm. Oh, hello, boy. Yeah? No sense wasting bullets. You can't talk. You're dead. Oh. Well, I have a gun. Thank you. There's nobody else around his hoot. Which gun did you kill me with? Both of them. I am team. Both rocket guns right into ya.

Wait, I have to fill them again. Well, which was that easy to fill is? I know what's in there. Thirty old whiskey. Son, speak kindly of the departed. I don't drink whiskey, I drink milk.

It's not as good. My mom said it would make me big and strong. Safe for drinking this. Whiskey never curdles. Boo, boo, you're dead again. Rockets don't go boom. They go, shh, have any? I am a rocket gun.