Sweet sweet REVENGE, Part 4

With cucumbers on their eyes, and their top 40 radio station blasting their favorite song of the week, while the gar-girls were singing so far out of tune they were almost back in (tune), they were very much unaware of the boys slipping in right under their snooty noses. Jarred stopped for a brief moment to do his hairy chicken leg dance in front Tammy, who's mother wouldn't let her start shaving for another 4 months. Stephen turned back to see the movement his peripheral vision caught of Jarred, and nearly dropped the tripod he was carrying. Silently he mouthed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Leaning her head back, Rhonda pulled her legs up and crossed the into a pretzel, while Mindy's pinky finger reached up to scratch the drying facial cream on her nose. So the boys shifted it into high gear and headed into the laundry room. Once the sliding door to the back room was closed after them, both boys let out a sigh of relief that the girls didn't hear. The boys got to work.

The boys put their flash lights to work, after earlier covering most of the lens with tape to hide most of the light. Had they used the light in the laundry room the girls would have seen it shining through the crack in the door. The girls had exceptional attention to detail, and that would have been something they noticed quickly. Just as the DJ announced the next song, playing and all the girls screamed with excitement because they loved that song too, Stephen backed into one of Mrs. Crows wooden apple crates that she kept for empty bleach bottle storage, stumbled forward, and knocked of the tripod he had just set up. CRASH! ! The boys looked at each other with deadly fear filled eyes and just froze. In what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, 30 seconds passed with the girls all bellowing out nearly all the lyrics to the song playing, and the boys could now let their hearts start beating again. Using their sleeves to wipe the dripping sweat from their brows before it could get in their eyes, the boys so gently moved the crate and picked up the tripod. They moved everything else that was within reach, so as not to knock anything else down.

Jarred plugged in the extension cord, while Stephen set up the camera. There was a hole in the wall between the laundry and rumpus rooms that used to have a water pipe going through it. Mr. Crow just hadn't gotten around to patching it up yet. The hole was just big enough to get picture and by coincidence there wasn't any direct light shining toward it that would reflect off of the lens. They would have to take turns looking through the lens to see what was going on. "DARN!" Jarred whispered. "the tripod isn't high enough, and we forgot to consider that they might hear the noise the camera is going to make when they turn the music down." "Oh Cra..." Stephen started to say, and then he just smiled. He lowered the tripod, which made Jarred start to look panicked. He then grabbed two of the apple crates and set the camera on them. One other small adjustment and dun-da-da-da! Perfect height. Then he leaned in toward Jarred and said "We have two good sources of noise cover up. The refrigerator, and the dehumidifier. That will be plenty of noise along with the jabber jaws of The BOB." The boys both mimicked rapid mouth movements, and snickered under their breath.

Operation "The BOB is Busted" began. Because they could only watch one at a time, they would have to watch the video again later. The camera caught every thing from the ping pong table over to the edge of the couch. The only person partly out of shot was Elly, and that was not a problem to the boys. Because later, what the camera did catch, even if the boys were caught trying to escape, they had first stowed the recorded events in the one place the girls would never think to look or ever even touch. The Crow boys box of sports gear. And there could be jock straps in that box. At that point even torture from the girls would be a small price to pay for the gold mine they had just witnessed.

The boys had footage of the girls from about 8:30 pm thru 12:30 am, when the girls went up to peer out the window. There was only a total of three hours of recordings. Olla had once been day dreaming and staring off at the wall, and Jarred thought for sure that she had been looking right at him. He got scared and turned off the camera. And the other missing time came when the boys didn't realize that it was in monitor mode instead of record. So they packed up their gear, and headed up the stairs. Then, just when they got to the landing where the side door lead out to the driveway, they heard footsteps approaching. Quickly Jarred opened and shoved Stephen and himself into the utility/boot closet just next to the door. It was cramped, but this was life and death. Jarred looked at Stephen, sniffed, curled his nose and moaned quietly from the smell. Stephen just gave half a smile and blushed. As the air cleared, the girls were settling back into the basement just out of sight of the closet. The boys crept gently back up to the second floor, out the window, and back across the rope. Step one of the Operation was complete.

To be once more, continued...