The Not-So-Great Escape Begins.

Well, I think we can safely say that one mystery has now been solved.  It wasn't that Larry and Moe only had two shirts between them, it was that they only had one gold shirt between them and a whole mess of blue ones.  I would even go so far as to say that the gold shirt designates the criminal currently in charge of all plans and the blue shirt goes to the guy who gets to be the muscle and do all of the leg work because really, could Larry be anything but the muscle?  Sure, you could argue that at one time he did wear the gold shirt, but that could have simply been because all of the other shirts were dirty and the gold one was all that they had left, or that they both had been wearing blue shirts until Larry spilled something on his and all they had was the gold shirt, or that they were trying to throw off the cops by switching shirts to make people think that Larry was in charge instead of Moe.  Actually, the more I think about it, the real symbol of power and leadership might not even lie in the shirts at all.  It might in fact lie in the awesome power of the turtleneck (and who's been wearing a turtleneck the entire time?  That's right.  Moe.).  

Unfortunately, the presence of a power shirt does not a smart criminal make, for both Larry and Moe are too busy packing to notice that Rusty, the Jack Elrod Ball, and the little spotted dog are all huddled together, formulating an escape plan.  (Yeah, yeah, I know.  The dog's name is Sassy, but I had a cat named Sassy and I loved him, regardless of how people reacted to a male cat named Sassy, and frankly, I think little spotted dog is a cuter name, so that's what I'm sticking with.)  With their plan fully formulated, and Larry and Moe arguing about how to properly fold a shirt, the three captives make a break for it and run for the door.  We'll have to wait and see how far they're able to get before the inevitable recapture.  I only hope that Rusty remembers that he has to pull the door to get it to open.  Otherwise, this is just going to get too embarrassing to watch (or read, or whatever).