A Funny Memory

We used to have this guy nicknamed Chrometooth who lived up in the country where I was brought up. He was a halfwit who had the reputation of being the best thief in New York State. My brother owned a junkyard and sold parts to the locals who needed them. If my brother had to bend over a car to get a part out while Chrometooth was there, he would make Chrometooth clap his hands continuously so he couldn't steal anything. I hesitate to tell you what happened when he stopped clapping. Needless to say he never stopped clapping again. I was a teenager at the time and I used to think it was hilarious.
One day the police got a tip that Chrometooth was going to break into a summer cabin.
Early in the dark of a rainy chilly morning the sherriffs deputies crept though the woods to stake out the summer home. They waited through the morning...cold wet and damp. The noon hour passed and still no sign of him. As dark approached the tired,hungry, wet and disappointed deputies took the long walk back to their hidden car. All they could think about was food and getting into dry clothes. When they opened the car they couldn't believe their eyes....Chrometooth had stolen their seats.