I walked out the footdoor and found that my new bycycle had been stolen and in it's place was a child's purple rusted Huffy. Out of spite, I fixed it up a bit and rode this POS down the block, bent wheels, squeaky gears and all. As I turned the corner I spot a couple guys getting of their bikes and one of them entered a convenient store while the other watched over the bikes.
As I approach him and realize that this was in fact my bycycle, I yell "This is my fucking bike and I'm taking it right now!" I then throw down the Huffy and ride away in some ridiculous gear they had it set to.
Vigilante Justice.
Hope this makes the show. Regardless, it was the best feeling.