There was a proud patrico and a nosegent, he toke his Jockam in his famble, and a wapping he went, he dockt the Dell, he prygge to praunce, he byngd a wast into the darkemans, he fylche the Cofe without any fylche man.

We were the happiest, cheeriest bunch of crims in the whole prison.

Now he that hath wrought us for the selfsame thing is God, who also hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit.

The reason for the ruckus: A thief in the night had made off with the car’s catalytic converter, a critical emissions-control device that contains precious metals more valuable than gold.