I'm through. My hand is touching of free air.

I'll miss you, Brannster. Prison life won't be the same without you.

So long, Perkins. Happy Christmas.

H.

H-w-w-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h... All right.

All right, gather round, officers.

I've got some bad news for you.

Branson has escaped from Barmiedale Prison.

Yep, yeah, the most dangerous criminal in Barmiedale history is on the loose.

Find him, catch him, and let's get him back behind bars.

Chief, excuse me, Chief, but won't Branson already be long gone? He's not going to escape and then just hang around Barmiedale, is he? Good question, Sergeant. You say yesterday

we received intel that Mr Big was about to emerge from the shadows. Who's Mr. Big, Chief?

No one knows. Some say he doesn't exist. A myth in the criminal underworld.

The other say he's the man at the very top of the Barmiedale Crime Network, and that even Branson answers to him.

Yesterday we got word he's about to emerge from the shadows, and now today Branson has escaped.

It could be a coincidence, but maybe it's not.

One thing we do know, finding one of them would be remarkable. Finding both would take a genius.

Keep your eyes closed, Gracie, till I turn the lights on. What do you think? How did you get that sleigh on the

roof? It's practically life-size. Oh, Keith, don't you think it's a bit tacky?

Tacky? It's the embodiment of Christmas spirit, that is? I don't think Santa Claus is what Christmas is about.

Now, if you were putting a nativity scene up there, that would make sense to me.

I'm not putting a nativity scene on the roof, am I? The angel Gabriel-Len will land on the roof and chucked the baby Jesus down the chimney, did he? You know what I mean.

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