Disclaimers: This story is based on the remake of "Ocean's 11" that stared George Clooney and Brad Pitt. All three "Ocean's" movies are really good IMHO. I clam no ownership to anything.

Miley Stewart walked into the parole board meeting room wearing her prison issued gray jumpsuit. One of the members of the board said, "Good Morning."

"Good Morning," said Miley, as she sat down.

"Please state your name for the record."

"Miley Ray Stewart."

"Thank you. Mrs. Stewart, the purpose of this meeting is to determine whether, if released, you are likely to break the law again. While this was your first conviction, you have been implicated, though never charged, in over a dozen other confidence schemes and frauds. What can you tell us about this?"

Miley shifted in her seat a little, "As you say, ma'am, I was never charged."

"Mrs. Stewart," said another member of the parole board, "What we're trying to find out is: was there a reason you chose to commit this crime, or was there a reason why you simply got caught this time?"

"My wife left me," said Miley, "I was upset. I got into a self-destructive pattern."

"If released, is it likely you would fall back into a similar pattern?" asked the third member of the parole board.

"She left me once. I doubt she'd do it again just for kicks," said Miley.

"Mrs. Stewart, what do you think you would do if released?"

A short time later Miley walked out of the New Jersey State Minimum-Security Correctional Facility for Women, a free woman. A few hours later she was in Atlantic City, she walked into the casino at the Trump Plaza looking for some one. She sat down at the blackjack table and played a hand before the dealer took a break. The new dealer looked at Miley and said, "How are you, ma'am?"

"Hello, Raven…" said Miley, without hesitation.

Raven Baxter looked at Miley and said, "I beg your pardon. You must have me confused with someone else. My name is Ramona. As you can see right here." As she pointed to her name tag.

Miley just politely smiled and "My mistake."

"No problem, ma'am."

"The table's cold anyway," said Miley, as she picked up her chips.

"You might want to try the lounge at Caesars. Gets busy after 1:00," said Raven.

"1:00?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thanks, Ramona."

"Thank you."

Around 1:00 AM, Miley was sitting at the bar, nursing a scotch, looking over a newspaper clipping with the headline, Las Vegas landmark to be razed. Former owner denounces plans. In the photo were two women; Mikayla Benedict, the new owner and London Tipton, the former owner. Just then, Raven walked into the lounge, "Checking up on current events?" she asked as she sat down next to her.

"Ramona."

"Glad to meet you. Raven Baxter can't get past the gaming board… You just got out?"

"This afternoon… You seen her?"

"Last I heard she was in L.A., teaching movie stars how to play cards. Why? You have a plan already?"

"Are you kidding?" said Miley, "I just became a citizen again." A sly smile crossed her face.

A short time later, Miley was outside using a pay phone, "Officer Brooks, this is Miley Stewart . I was told to contact you within 24 hours…. No, sir, I haven't been getting in trouble…. No, sir, I haven't been drinking… No, sir, I wouldn't eyen think about leaving the state…"

The next night in Los Angeles, Maddie Fitzpatrick was eating some fast food burger, when she heard someone call her, she turned and saw Jake Ryan walking toward her. Maddie tossed her wrapper in the garbage and started to walk toward the rear entrance of an exclusive Hollywood club. As they were walking inside, Jake asked, "Let me ask you a question. Are you incorporated? You should think about it. I talked to my manager…"

"Bernie?" asked Maddie.

"Not Bernie. My business manager. Actually, they're both named Bernie. Anyway, he said what we do could be considered research for a future gig, so I could make it a tax write-off. The one thing is, and this is his thing and it's stupid... but I'd have to pay you by check."

Maddie stopped walking an looked at him as if she was saying, "Are you nuts?"

Jake caught on to this and said, "Or we could just stick to cash." Maddie nodded in approval and they started walking again and Jake said, "Yeah, Let's just stick to cash."

Soon they were in the VIP Room of the club and gathered around the table were Jake, Maddie, Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas, and Demi Lovato. Maddie had been trying to teach them poker for the past couple of weeks and they still haven't really grasped the concept of the game. Nick was having trouble remembering he had to deal to his left. Kevin was using blackjack terms. Joe tried to get four cards instead of just folding. Demi called out chip colors instead of how much she was betting. Somehow, Kevin ended up with 6 cards. And the kicker was when Jake though he had a winning hand because all the suits were red. That's when Maddie knew she needed a break…

She was having a drink at the bar when the bartender came up to here, "How's the game going?" He asked.

"Longest hour of my life…"

The bartender couldn't quite hear was she was saying, "What?"

Maddie put a big smile on her face lifted her drink, and said, "I'm running away with your wife!"

The bartender still couldn't here what she said but assumed what ever she said it must be good so he said, "Great."

Maddie raised her glass and took a drink as the bartender walked away, the smile disappeared and Maddie thought to herself, "I'm surrounded by idiots…"

A short time later, she was surprised to find Miley sitting at the table, Jake saw Maddie come back in and said, "Hey, Maddie. We got another player, if that's cool with you…"

Maddie nodded and made her way back to her seat. And Kevin said, "Mrs. Stewart, what do you do for a living? If you don't mind me asking."

"Why would I mind you asking?" said Miley, as she looked over her cards, "I'll take two." She placed them on the table, "I just got out of prison."

"Really?" said Jake.

"Why were you in prison?" asked Joe.

"I stole things." said Miley.

"You stole things? Like jewels?" asked Nick.

"Incan matrimonial head masks," said Maddie

"Any money in those Incan matrimonial…" asked Joe.

"Head masks. Some," said Miley.

"Don't let her fool you. There's boat loads if you can move them." said Maddie, "I'll take one. But you can't."

"My fence seemed confident enough," said Miley.

"When your dealing in cash, you don't need a fence."

"Some people lack vision."

"Probably everybody in cellblock E."

Miley dropped some chips in the pot and said, "Bet's 500"

"Guys," said Maddie, "What's the first lesson in poker?"

"Never bet on the…" said Joe

"No, leave emotion at the door." said Jake.

"Right," said Maddie, "Today's lesson: How to draw out the bluff. That much money earIy in the game. I'm saying he holding nothing but a pair of face cards. Kevin?"

"All right. I fold," said Kevin, as he put his cards on the table.

"Nick?"

"Don't worry, I'm game. I will see your 500 and I will raise you another 500 of my own."

"That's a very handsome bet," said Maddie, "But be careful, we don't want to push her too high, too fast. We want to keep her on the leash. Demi?"

"Call," said Demi, as she dropped her chips in the pot.

"And I'll call," said Maddie. Joe and Jake followed suit.

"I'll see your 500 and raise you 2000," said Miley as she took some money from her pocket and dropped it on the table.

"Guys, you do what you like," said Maddie, "That's a lot of money. But, I'm staying in. She's trying to buy her way out of her bluff." She just looked over at Miley.

Nick, Demi, Joe and Jake all called as well… Needless to say, the celebrities where very surprised to see Miley drop four 9's and an Ace on the table. Maddie looked over at Miley and knew her days teaching poker were, thankfully, over.

A short time later, Maddie and Miley were driving down the Sunset Strip, and Maddie said, "God, I'm bored."

"You look bored," said Miley.

"I am board… So, How was the clink? Did you get the cookies I sent?" asked Maddie, as she pulled into a parking lot.

Miley smiled, "Why do you think I came to see you first?"

"So tell me."

"It's tricky," said Miley, a short time later in a bar, "It's never been done before. It'll need planning and a large crew."

"Guns?"

"Not excatly. A lot of security. But the take…"

"What's the target?"

"Eight figures each."

"What's the target?"

"When was the last time you were in Vegas?" asked Miley as she took a sip of her coffee.

Maddie looked at her friend a little stunned, "You want to knock over a casino?"

Miley shook her head and head up three fingers.

Maddie looked at Miley and scoffed as she took a drink of her coffee.

A short time later, Maddie and Miley were in an architect's office in Downtown Los Angeles, looking over some blueprints.

"The vault at the Bellagio," said Miley.

Maddie looked over the blueprint of the vault, "If I'm reading this right, and I'd like to think I am this is probably the least accessible vault ever designed."

"Yep."

"You said three casinos?"

"These feed into the Mirage and MGM Grand," said Miley as she pointed to the blueprints, "but every dime ends up there."

"The Bellagio and the Mirage… These are Mikayla Benedict's places."

"Yes, they are…Think she'll mind?"

"More than somewhat," said Maddie, "You'd need at least a dozen guys doing a combination of cons."

"Like what, you think?" asked Miley.

The blond thought for a moment and said, "Off the top of my head, I'd say you're looking at a Boesky, a Jim Brown, a Miss Daisy, two Jethros and a Leon Spinks. And, not to mention the biggest Ella Fitzgerald ever… Where do you think you're gonna get the money to back this?"

"Hitting these three casinos, we'll get our bankroll. Mikayla's got a long list of enemies."

"Yeah, but enemies with loose cash and nothing to lose?" asked Maddie, then she stopped and thought a moment, "Aha." She knew exactly who she was talking about, "London."

"London," said Miley.

"Hey," said another voice as the light from a flashlight shown on the two women.

"Oscar, lower it a bit, would you?" said Miley.

"Sorry," said Oscar, the security guard, as he lowered his light, "You two done up here? Find what you wanted?"

"We're just going to take these home for the night," said Miley, as she picked up a rolled up blueprint, "make some copies, if that's alright."

"Whatever you need," said Oscar.

"Appreciate it," said Miley, as she and Maddie walked over to the elevators.

While they were waiting for the elevator, Miley could tell her friend was thinking about something and asked, "What?"

"I need a reason," said Maddie, "And don't say money. Why do this?"

"Why not do it?" said Miley.

Maddie just looked at her friend and shook her head as if she was saying, 'That's not good enough…'

"Because yesterday I walked out of the joint, after losing four years of my life and you're cold-decking Teen Beat cover boys," said Miley, "Because the house always wins. You play long enough, you never change the stakes, the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes around, you bet big. And then you take the house.

"You've been practicing that speech haven't you?"

"Little bit…Did I rush it? It felt like I rushed it."

"It was good. I liked it… The Teen Beat thing was harsh," said Maddie, as they got on the elevator. Then just before the door closed she asked, "I wonder what London will say?"

The next day at London's home in Las Vegas, Maddie got her answer, "You're out of your damn minds!" said London. Miley and Maddie were having lunch by London's pool. "Are you listening to me? You are, both of you, nuts. I know more about casino security than any person alive. I invented it, and it cannot be beaten. They've got cameras, they've got watchers, they've got locks, they've got timers, they've got vaults. They've got enough armed personnel to occupy Paris. Okay, bad example…"

"It's never been tried," said Miley.

London scoffed at her remark, "Oh, it's been tried. A few guys even came close. You know the three most successful robberies in the history of Vegas. Number three. The bronze medal. Pencil neck grabs a lockbox at the Horseshoe. He got two steps closer to the door than any living soul before him. Second most successful robbery. The Flamingo in '71. This guy actually tasted fresh oxygen before they grabbed him. Of course, he was breathing out of a hose the next three weeks, goddamn hippie. And the closest any man has ever come to robbing a Las Vegas casino was outside of Caesar's in '87. He came, he grabbed, they conquered."

Miley and Maddie just looked at each other as London continued, "But what am I saying? You two are pros, the best. I'm sure you can make it out of the casino. Of course, lest we forget, once you're out the front door, you're still in the middle of the effing desert!"

"You're right," said Maddie, she turned to Miley, "She's right."

"London, you're right," said Miley, "Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs."

"That's exactly what it's. Pure ego."

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah," said London.

"Thank you for lunch," said Miley

"The nicoise was delicious," said Maddie.

"Sorry we bothered you," said Miley, as her and Maddie stood up to leave.

"Look, we all go way back," said London as she shook, Miley and Maddie's hands, "I owe you from that thing with the guy in the place, and I'll never forget it."

"It was our pleasure," said Miley.

"I'd never been to Belize," said Maddie.

"Give Dominic your addresses," said London, "I have some remaindered furniture I want to send you." Miley and Maddie started to walk way and then London asked, "Look, out of curiosity, which casinos did you geniuses pick to rob?"

Miley and Maddie stopped, and Miley said, "The Bellagio, Mirage, and the M.G.M. Grand."

"Those are Mikayla Benedict's casinos," said London.

"Is that right?" asked Maddie.

"That's right," said Miley.

London then stood up and walked toward them, "You guys... What do you have against Mikayla Benedict?"

"What do you have against her?" asked Miley, "That's the real question."

"She torpedoed my casino, muscled me out, now she's gonna blow it up next month to make way for gaudy monstrosity. Don't think I don't see what you're doing."

"What are we doing, London?" asked Maddie.

"You're gonna steal from Mikayla Benedict, you better goddamn know. This sort of thing used to be civilized. You'd hit a guy, he'd whack you. Done. But Mikayla… At the end of this she better not know you're involved, not know your names, or think you're dead. Because she'll kill you, and then she'll go to work on you."

"That's why we've got to be very careful, very precise," said Miley.

"Well-funded," said Maddie.

"Yeah," said London, "you gotta be nuts, too. And you're gonna need a crew as nuts as you are… Who do you got have in mind?"

AN: If you want to know who's going to be in the crew… I would suggest reviewing…