Brisco and Driggs.

Making a distraction . . .ain't all that difficult for Driggs and I. He and I have, well. . . let's say a history. While I make a miraculous distraction, he'll grab the alcohol, the jewlery, and the money, while everyone else takes the bait, their eyes on me. Sometimes we switch it up! We're both fairly good at what we do. Fairly good indeed. Haven't been caught yet. Came close the other day! But we're still the best thieves there have ever been! It's funny, we steal their things, yet the crowds still adore us! We also collect money at the door for what I do. Not many can do that. In fact, I don't know anyone else who practically gets paid for my comrade to steal while they stare in awe at me, on a stage, dancing, singing, playing the fiddle, and making jokes. Sometimes he'll join me, and one of our little recruits will be picking pockets. Just some little street urchin, no one important, so if they get caught? They pay the price, and no one believes their tale of how we hired them to do our dirty bidding. " 'ey Brisco! You got anotha show comin' up?" the barber on west street asked me jus' three days ago. "Aye Barbar, I sure do! You comin' to it?" he responded that he and the whole town would be. They buzz for the Brisco and Driggs entertainment caravan. We travel from town to town. And if I don't say so myself, we sure have gotten thieving down to a T. Driggs and I are from Ireland. We've traveled our way all the way over to England. New forms of entertainment are being craved in these European countries. We hope to venture over to America, and maybe broaden our horizons. "Oy Brisco!" Driggs called from down below. I put down the money I was counting and went downstairs. "Yes, Driggs? Is something wrong? I was in the middle of counting the earnings of tonight." Driggs gave me a look of serious concern. "What is it Driggs, please tell me so I know why you must look me in such a manner. " Driggs sighed and began to speak, "I think that instead of going on towards America, we just stick around here with our act, and maybe stop the thieving part. If we stop now, we'll never get caught, and never have the risk in future shows!" "Driggs, I know you don't exactly want to do this anymore, but we've come so far! Why stop now? We live like kings! Let's continue the kingly living, shall we?" Driggs looked disappointed. I had a hard decision to make. If I didn't agree with his plan, I'd loose him in the business, and the business itself. It was an equal partnership, neither of us could continue without the other. If we stopped, less money for us, less jewels we could sell, and we wouldn't live like high kings, but. . . low kings. I couldn't say no to my partner in crime. So it had to be done. He had the moral meter, and we've gone too far. It was time to look up. We've made out dues, and here it was, the end of our thieving adventures. "Alright Driggs, you've made a logical point. And I've come to a conclusion. We'll stop, but since we've stopped thieving, we have to do more shows, and that means, you and I will start doing the show together. Both on stage, both acting, singing, dancing, joking, it's all or nothing. You and I will be even better as before." And from there on, The Brisco and Driggs entertainment business boomed. We had two different ladies each every night, since the first show where Driggs and I combined talents and became one show. We had everything and more this time. We had a home base, a place we'd travel back two after a two weekend show, and we'd stay for a month or so. Then off to another place. We'd make loads of money on each showing. Some days we had two showings! We had the ladies, the money, the food, the clothes, the connections, the popular standing in society. And none of the people that adore us ever knew about how we stole multiple times from them.