1 and a half Musketeers

From Gutfeld! 7/8/26

King of Somewhere Hot

Gutter clawed open the door of the van hastily, sticking out a tiny, mechanized grapnel gun. Two more white Chevrolet Blazers gained on them, crazenly swerving. "You ready?" he said to Ron, a foot out the door.

 

"No..." Ron replied. Before he could utter another word, Gutter stole him, and the two launched out, clinging onto the grappling rope. The heavy, anchor-like hook clobbered against a yellow tuk-tuk's exposed yellow frame, grabbing on. "The Consulate, please," Gutter ordered the worried driver. He dunked a few coins into the man's rattling change cup.