Orville and Wendell were planning to pull what they liked to consider the absolute crime of the century. Having been friends since they were only kids, they knew all each other’s strong and weak points.
“All we have to do to commit the perfect Heist,” Orville whispered, “is to keep it cool and to follow the instructions precisely. That we we can’t possibly fostoogle anything.”
“Yeah,” Wendell said, “Besides that, since we’ll be on a plane to Europe within only an hour after it’s all over with, no Harm can possibly come to us either.”
“Our P.I.N. number is Me92ss.” Orville said. “Now all we have to do is to reach into the briefcase, grab the instructions, and get moving. Give me the briefcase right now.”
“Uh~oh,” Wendell answered. “Don’t you have it?”