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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.

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. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...

In the midst of the white cloud and the absolute absurdity of the brawl, they somehow ended up back in the van, briefcase in hand, with Bino still clutching a half-eaten shrimp cocktail. He didn't need a perfect plan; he had

, staring out the window with his characteristic blankness, suddenly spoke up. "Tone? Is the beach in Porto? I don't like the sand that isn't from Porto." , staring out the window with his characteristic

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."