dog garbage because writing is horrible

Clearly I've had writers block for months now, so it's time to work it out by writing some scenarios.

A dog walks into a bank while it is being robbed by two guys in black and white striped shirts. Everyone looks at the dog and laughs because dogs don't have money. Then the robbers get serious again. One robber puts his gun in the tellers face and demands ALL OF THE MONEY. Somehow the dog is a cop. Thats the end. That didn't work out. Try again.

Two guys are robbing a bank. There are no dogs in the bank. One robber puts his gun in the tellers face and demands ALL OF THE MONEY. She complies. The robbers run out of the bank laughing and carrying bags with dollar signs on them. Their get away car pulls up. The driver is a dog. Both the robbers start screaming, but the dog is calm. "Get in," says the dog. "What happened to Lopez?" asks the robber. "He had to go to a wedding," said the dog, putting on sunglasses, "Also, I'm a ghost." I feel like this is getting better. We're close now. We're going to break through this block together. We're going to be like Mario, breaking a block to save the princess. Then Mario finds out the princess was his daughter from the future and everyone throws up. Awful. Next.

Two guys rob a bank. As they are escaping, one of them is shot. They go to the safe house to wait for the rest of the gang. Both robbers think they've been sold out by someone on the inside. As the other members arrive, everyone is suspicious of everyone else. "Which one of you bastards sold us out?" they keep asking. No one knows. The robber who was shot is dying, but no one cares except the robber who escaped with him. Suddenly the cops show up and start shooting. The dying robber looks at his friend and says "Hey man, I gotta tell you something." He pulls off his face and it turns out he is a dog. "Also, I'm a cop" he says.  His friend is pissed that he's a cop, but then he pulls off his face and he is also a dog. They both die in a reservoir. Wait. Wait...shit. This isn't working out at all. This is like that time when you were a kid on vacation and that goddamn monkey broke your dads favorite watch but everyone blamed you. Then the monkey tells you that if you ever tell anyone the truth, he's going to find where you live and break more stuff. But you know that if he ever shows his face in your hometown, you and your crew are gonna wreck him. You hate that monkey. THIS IS WHAT WRITING IS LIKE FOR ME NOW BYE.