Waikiki streets were ripping loudly through the nights recently, especially 2am to 5am. All Honolulu guests had been walking around like zombies, not getting a wink of sleep for four straight nights.
Through the day, it was tricky distinguishing the tourists from the vagrants. Both groups rambled incoherently.
Yesterday, one shady looking character kept repeating, " vroom vroom, need petrol. " A plain clothes officer approached and asked "what for? "
"For my biker gang, " was the reply.
After a short interrogation, and a swarm of fuzz, stings were made in various locations. The tourists' reply: "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lions sleep tonight. "
The End
Almost a true story, loosely based on actual facts.