Cannonball Run - Bloopers

DIE HARD: Roof Jump

Smokey and the Bandit- funny Sherrif Buford T. Justice scene

Loup Soup (9) & (10)

   
   "Loup Soup (9) & (10)"
    
   As the snow had experienced a deliquesce, it allowed for motorcycle travel on the asphalt; moreover, the work day at the comic shop had culminated, Buster allowing Jasper to leave first, saying he would lock up since the dude with the cat had sold a vintage Flash comic, influencing the customer with suavity and cool composure, which transcends confidence--a flaw of most salesmen.
   So, Jasper cranked the Ninja 300 to a rumbling-life; next, he darted towards the nearby gas station, grabbing some albacore and spicy mustard for Boxer and him, making his way to the dirty-blonde beauty from Toulon.
  
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   Jasper had always kept to himself concerning the ladies; however, he decided to introduce himself to the lovely lady from Toulon, officially, by offering his name.  And when she spoke--her accent was always flawless--very potent English.  They stood apart from each other at check-out, him somewhat nervous, running a hand over his buzzed hair, but keeping his gray eyes open and focused.

JASPER
By the way--my name is Jasper.  I have a cat.  He likes albacore tuna and mustard--so do I.  What's your name?  How freaky am I?--he thought.

ALICIA
You're funny.  My name is Alicia.  I'm so glad you asked, and thank you for always tasting my pastries.  I have some more for you to take home.  And I'm a dog person, but cats can be cool.

JASPER
Well, it's nice that we officially know each other--kinda/sorta.

ALICIA
Friends are nice--if they're nice, and not out to get you.

JASPER
Tell me about it.

ALICIA
So, I think we should be friends.

   Jasper and Alicia shared a smile with simple synergy.  

Sun and Moon and Stars

"Good evening" - Raw Deal

Loup Soup (8)

    
   "Loup Soup (8)"
  
   Jasper wasn't completely lost.  Still had a bit of sanity.  FM Radio.  Knew if a werewolf might have been in his fridge, for there would be footprints in the cheesecake; alas, he had no fridge; thus, no problem.  Anyway, Boxer came home, burping up a mouse; next, he gobbled it up again, and Jasper knew he had to get back to work that morning.
   Harnessing the Grey Wolf's quicksilver speed, he swiftly ran through the heavy snow in his cheap moccasins, letting his feet get cold, but blocking out the freeze with werewolf red.  It was all he could do--use the hues.
   When he entered the comic shop, Buster was there, reading a Green Lantern comic book.  Too, he had liked the movie.  The whole cosmic cop thing.  The meditation on the power of vibrant colors healing and fueling man's best, not his worst.
   As if telepathically, Jasper picked up on the sublimity of the Icelander, though his tall and handsomely blonde boss could be a smart ass at times.  What was Schwarzenegger told in the movie Raw Deal:  "Smart I like; smart ass I don't."
   Nonetheless, Jasper felt warmth for Buster, feeling sorry that the Icelander had to make his own fish stew here in Nebraska.  Then, he made a mental note to get some spicy mustard and albacore for Boxer and him on the way home.  
   The daystar blossomed brilliant as the day moved forward, and the roads were losing their inviolate white.  By closing time, he was positive he could pilot the Ninja 300 home, after a stop at the local gas station for the spicy mustard and albacore; plus, to taste the French pastries made by the hot lady from Toulon.  You never know--love can ignite with a splendorous spark for even the most bizarre of folk.