Sweet sweet REVENGE. Part 2

The boys were excited that afternoon. They could hardly wait until the sun went down that night. As dusk started to fall they also began to count off their mission supplies. Stephen read from the list they made earlier (Which would later be shredded and each boy would eat his half to destroy incriminating evidence.) and Jarred would find the item and say ‘Check’ to confirm the items presence. “Head band flash lights” “CHECK”, “Gloves” “CHECK” “Extension cord.” “CHECK”, “Tripod” “CHECK”, “Video Camera” “CHECK” “And if anything happens to it, we’re both DEAD!” Stephen added. “And I had to make a promise to my grandma that included a ‘if anything happens to her video camera we will do every dirty job she wants done for the next 3 months…after our butts heal’ clause.” “Ahhh, it’ll be alright.” Jarred said “Don’t let your big goober head be worried about it. Is there a remote control for it?” “CHECK! Uh, I mean yeah.” Stephen answered. They both had on their most silent sneekers on. They brought their darkest clothes, and even found the matching ski masks they got for Christmas, but would have to turn them inside out to hide the yellow stripes.

It’s the night of “REVENGE”. Well, so to speak. Revenge comes in so many forms. You definitely have to make your choices wisely, and this one…this was a pretty wise choice. Especially for the boys. As night drew closer (sounds like a horror story doesn’t it? But the horror comes later. The things I saw. Whew, I wanted to go outside and eat some grass just to make me barf.) Anyway, like I was saying, as night drew closer, emotions seemed to grow more intense for all of us.

You see, the girls only had this kind of slumber party twice a year. It was an all out make-over, clothes swapping, hair doing, and Nobody really knew what else kind of night, because the girls never talked about it afterwards. Mr. and Mrs. Crow would only allow the girls to have such a get-together down in the basement rompus room, so that there was at least one full “empty” floor of house between the girls and their bedroom. “Too much of that cackling.” Mr. Crow would say under his breath, so as not to offend his little girl. And the giggling about boys, and the screaming at the scary movie, and the….well God only knows what else goes on down there.

Even though the girls were confined to the rumpus room in the basement, for the night, the boys of the house still had to find accommodations elsewhere. Mr. Crow insisted on decency in his home, and since the girls would be in their nighties and their dads oversized t-shirts, and since there would be bathroom visits throughout the night, he said that he would not have any peep shows in his hallway. What about Mr. Crow being in the house, you ask? Well, this was a Friday night. The Mr. and Mrs. would always go bowling every other Friday, come home late around 2am, and sleep till nearly 11am. So chances of an encounter were very slim. And the worse that could happen was one of the girls (which Mr. Crow treated them all like his baby girl Sandy) might see him in his boxers and t-shirt. And most of them have seen that already, and came back making comments about being sure they just saw their own dad in the hallway. However there were the few occasions when the girls were up real late, and very slap happy, and would say “My husband is gonna be just like your dad Sandy.” Mr. Crow is a healthy, happy, and handsome man. Most women get caught taking a second glance. Anyway, with these restrictions, it would be hard for the boys to implement their plan but then they are The Boys. Again, the plan was simple, but the results would be devastating if Operation “The BOB is BUSTED” goes well.

to be continued.