Thimble: HEY! YOU! The guy who just stopped on the sidewalk!
Thimble: YOU'RE STAYING AT MY HOTEL TONIGHT, BUDDY. $4!
Wheelbarrow: Hotel? This is a completely empty lot. I definitely don't want to sleep here.
Thimble: $4. That patch of dirt over there is yours.
Wheelbarrow: Can I get a pillow at least?
Thimble: NO PILLOWS AT THE BALTIC AVENUE INN!
Dog: $15 poor tax. Pay up.
Wheelbarrow: Didn't know it was tax season. Here you go.
Thank you, sir. I'm gonna go dump it in that parking lot over there.
Looks like there's a pretty huge pile of cash there. Is any of that going to the poor?
Maybe. If they park there.
Hey you! What are you doin' on this corner?
Just walking around the block, thought I'd stop for a second.
Yeah? Tell it to the judge!
(one day later
Can I leave now?
For $50, we'll pretend this never happened.
Nothing happened. Can't I just walk out?
Depends. How many lots are you planning to walk down?
2 and then 2 more, or 3 and then 1?
3 and 1?
Wrong answer, tough guy! You'll sit in that cell 'til you rot
in three days
. Or until you plan to walk down the same number of lots twice
Hello, sir, here's $200!
Wheelbarrow: For what?
Banker: Why, for walking around this corner, of course.
Wheelbarrow: Are you, like, an opposite-bum or something? You just stand here and pass out hundreds of dollars?
Banker: Yes! Precisely!
Wheelbarrow: Good thing I don't keep my money in your bank.
Wheelbarrow: Hey, ever notice that the absolute poorest, ghetto part of town and the fanciest, richest part share the same corner?
Banker: I dunno. They both look like empty lots to me.
Oh god! How could you afford to buy up almost every property?
Thimble: Business acumen. And parking lots. And beauty contests.
Wheelbarrow: Well, I'll just be on my way
Thimble: NOT SO FAST. You're staying here tonight. $1400.
I own the hotel that's right next door. Why would I stay here?
Wheelbarrow: Well, I'm going to have to sell the hotel that I own just to stay one night in your hotel.
Thimble: AND THEN I WILL OWN EVERY HOTEL IN THE HOTEL DISTRICT!
Police Officer: WHOOOOA THERE! This wheelbarrow ain't staying anywhere. He's under arrest for triple-double-moving!
Wheelbarrow: Thank god. Hey officer, I think I'll be going down 2 lots and then another 2 lots.
Police Officer: Are you kidding me? What you did was practically treason. You'd be lucky to get out in less than twenty years.
Wheelbarrow: What if I told you I had a "Get Out of Jail Free" card?
Police Officer: In a few days, you'll wish you had a "Please Don't Gang Rape Me In the Shower" card.