Writing Prompt Wednesday #7

Write a chase scene involving means of conveyance other than automobiles.

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Okay, I saw this prompt and I’m like, “oh this could be a cool way to practice an action scene” and then I had a better idea...I don’t love most stories I write as much as I do this one, but this is what makes me an artist. XD This story is a lot better when read aloud in a dramatic tone of voice. Anyways, enjoy!

Larry pedaled down the street, his thighs aching horribly, willing the tricycle to move quicker than it was. The team of police chased him on their array of skateboards, scooters, and a shopping cart. *record scratch* Now, you may be wondering how Larry got into this scenario. Well, we’ll start at the beginning.
You see, Larry just wanted to spend a normal day at the toy store, buying some Christmas gifts for his son-Jimmy (this family had rather unfortunate names, I know). Well, Larry saw the Super-Ultra-Awesome-Amazing Action Figure Supreme that Jimmy wanted more than anything, so he started heading towards it. This action figure was over $200-that was just how Super-Ultra-Awesome-Amazing-Supreme it was. Now, normally, Larry wouldn’t have a problem with affording such an item-he made quite the salary as a garbage disposal unit installer-but he’d forgotten his debit card at home. So, instead, Larry decided to just take the item and pay the store back later (Larry was a bit messed up in the head). And, so, he did just that. Until, that is, he heard someone yell, “You there! Stop!”
Larry knew they were talking about him and his rotund body filled with fear. He started running out of the store, grabbed a tricycle (he’d walked there), and started down the street. Soon, the two police turned into four which turned into six which turned into eight. And then, here Larry was, pedaling down the wobbly street, wondering why none of the police had cars either.

“Sir!”
“Come back!”
“You’re under arrest!”
“You’ll never catch me alive!” Larry panted, pedaling as fast as his tiny legs would allow him to. The wind blew gently against his face, but Larry felt as if it was rushing past. His chest ached-whether it was with fear or exhaustion he didn’t know. But, Larry had a deep profound sense of strength within his flabby chest, so he found the will to keep going.
“Sir…”
Now there was a few police officers jogging by his sides as he pedaled. They must’ve been really fast runners to catch up to the pace Larry was going. In fact, he didn’t understand how they’d done it. But, to be fair, Larry didn’t understand most things. The officers looked confused. “How do we get him off?”
“I don’t know.”
The officers glanced at each other. One shrugged and gently tried to shove Larry off of his tricycle, but Larry kept full steam ahead. He adjusted his sweaty grip on the handlebars as he pedaled, almost out-running the officers now. He’d thought he’d escaped them when a blow hit his side.
With great effort, Larry tried to right himself, but he was just too out of breath. The tricycle tumbled over-and with it, Larry. The sound of metal screeching across pavement filled the air and Larry layed there on the ground, knowing that today he had become a legend. Today, he had become a hero.

The End