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"Tone! I'm the godfather!" Bino shouted happily as he was swept into the ballroom by a crowd of cheering relatives.

"Shut it, Rato!" Tone barked, not looking back. "This is the big one. The 'Ultimo Capitulo.' We finish this, and we retire to a beach where the beer is cold and the tax man is a myth." Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...

The van smelled like damp dog hair and illegal fireworks, but to , it smelled like destiny. He sat in the driver’s seat, adjusting his toothpick with the precision of a surgeon. Behind him, the usual chaos reigned. Culatra was frantically trying to polish a rusty pistol with his own shirt, while Rato was mid-panic attack, convinced that the police were already hiding in his peripheral vision. "This is the big one

"We go in, we grab the case, we leave," Tone explained for the fourteenth time. "No shooting, no shouting, and for the love of everything holy, no 'bolinhos' until we are across the border." Naturally, things went south within three minutes. Behind him, the usual chaos reigned

Tone looked at the briefcase, then back at the road. A small, devious smirk climbed up his face. "Well... maybe one more. But only if the next one involves less seafood."

But as the guards closed in and the sirens began to wail in the distance, a familiar spark lit up in Tone’s eyes. He didn't need a perfect plan; he had three idiots and a van with a faulty transmission. He jumped into the fray, swinging a heavy ornamental vase, while Rato began throwing smoke bombs that were actually just expired kitchen flour.