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Jimmy emerged from the attic first. Once again, he took a long look around before proceeding down the stairs. His sleeper rifle gently hit his waist as he went down each step. "Come on, come on. We're good. I don't have much time," he muttered as he descended the staircase.

Jimmy finally stepped off of the last step. He braced himself against the wall and looked around the corner. Coast is clear. Excellent. He motioned behind him for the other guys to stop. They immediately froze.

Jimmy took out his walkie-talkie and flipped it on. "Chaos here. Tell me what's happening on both floors."

He waited a few seconds before the response came through. "Captain, the parents are still watching TV. They're probably not going to leave the bedroom for a long time. The girls are sitting in a circle. Probably playing Truth or Dare or something. That's about it."

Jimmy nodded and turned the radio back off. He put in in his pocket and signaled for the other guys to come closer to him.

"Ok, follow me," he whispered while getting on his hands and knees. He slowly crawled down the straight hallway, passing several doors in the process. He heard voices coming from the first one on their right. Ok, keep a lookout for the parents in that room.

As they reached the end of the hallway, they saw another staircase. A beautiful white staircase led down to the kitchen. This took up half of the width of the hallway. The other half had a wall. Jimmy smiled widely. Perfect place to hide. Luck is with me tonight.

Jimmy leaned against the wall and then slid down to his knees. The other five crowded around him. "Ike, check if the notebook is in her room." Ike nodded and ran into the closest room on their right.

A moment later he came out empty-handed. "No sign of a backpack or a journal."

Jimmy frowned. Looks like we're doing this the hard way. "Alright, then here's how it's going down. Sheen and Nick, you're going to follow me. Carl, Ike, and Bolbi, you wait here. Keep in contact with the guys in the trees. If the parents come out of that room, knock them out with your sleeper rifles. Got it?"

Everyone nodded. "Good," Jimmy said. "Then let's get a move on."

Jimmy took his silencer gun out of his waistband. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and headed down the stairs. Nick took his gun out as well. He tightened his grip on the weapon and frowned in fear. Sheen ripped off his shades and tossed them at Carl. "Time for the Sheen to play the hero," he told his friend before following the others.

They took each stair slowly and one at a time. Jimmy carefully placed his feet so that the wood wouldn't creak. He had his gun drawn and held straight up by his cheek. Nick was close behind, breathing heavily and constantly swinging his gun. Sheen brought up the rear, his gun drawn. He walked backwards, his gun aimed back up the stairs.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jimmy, he finally reached the landing. He stared ahead and saw a stove and refrigerator. "Alright guys, listen up. I want this quiet and fast. Sheen, keep a lookout behind us. The bathroom's right behind the kitchen. Someone might come out from there. Just make it near the entrance to the parlor."

Sheen nodded. "Child's play," he muttered while continuing to walk backwards. He kept his eyes glued to the door that led to the bathroom. His gun was aimed at the center of it, his grip tightened on the trigger. They won't even have time to scream.

Jimmy found himself cursing Cindy's wealth. He had always known that she was better off than him, but he now knew she was bordering on rich. Her kitchen was huge. At the rate they were going, it would take them a full minute to cross it.

He ducked behind a counter in the middle of the room. Why the heck do people think these island things are attractive? They're like a roadblock! Jimmy noticed that Nick was squatting down beside him.

"So, how do we get to that journal?" he asked. "All of the girls are in that room."

Jimmy slammed his head against the counter. "I'll get one of the guys on the radio and see if they can get its exact location in the room." He was about to pull out his walkie-talkie when Nick grabbed his wrist.

"And about my end of the deal?" he questioned.

Jimmy used his other hand to grab something out of his left pocket. He opened his fist to reveal several small black objects the size of raisins. "I'll plant these on the entrance to the living room. They have incredibly powerful microphones that will record everything said. It will record the area where the voices are coming from."

Nick nodded as Jimmy put the cameras back away. "Now if you don't mind," he angrily whispered, "I've got to talk to Butch."

As Jimmy was speaking into his walkie-talkie, Sheen flexed his fingers around the barrel of the silencer rifle. His began to drift from the bathroom door. He was crouched a small distance behind Jimmy, but he was still hidden from anyone entering the kitchen from the living room.

As his eyes moved from the door, he noticed a plate of piping hot sugar cookies on a nearby counter. Sugar cookies, he mouthed with delight. He struggled to keep his eyes on the bathroom door, but his appetite was quickly getting the best of him.

In Sheen's Subconscious

"Prepare to die, Robofiend!" Ultralord shouted.

Robofiend laughed and twirled his mechanical claws. "Ha! You'll never defeat me! I shall get those cookies!"

Ultralord smacked his fist into his open palm. "Jimmy and Nick are counting on me. I won't let them down!" he shouted while charging towards his arch nemesis.

The two creatures clashed together in a death-lock. They rolled around the vast empty wasteland that was Sheen's head.

"Take that!" Robofiend triumphantly shouted while smacking Ultralord's head into a small rock the size of a pea. It was Sheen's brain.

"Darn it!" Ultralord screamed before crumpling to a heap.

Back in the Real World

Sheen ran towards the counter and slid to a stop beside it. He tossed his gun onto the floor and picked up a glistening cookie, still soft from having been in the oven. "Oh cookie, your powers have once again taken over me," he muttered while sinking his teeth into it.

As Sheen dug into the cookie, Jimmy was nodding his head and listening to Butch's voice on the walkie-talkie. "Alright, I think we can reach that area without being seen. Good work. Chaos out." He turned towards Nick and smiled. "I think if we're careful we'll be able to reach the backpack, and the journal, without being seen."

Nick crossed his arms and nodded his head in approval. He turned around to see a girl coming out of the bathroom. She stared at him for a moment before screaming.

"A boy!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Nick fired his silencer rifle, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

"Where the hell is that idiot Sheen?" he shouted at Jimmy. They looked over to see Sheen still eating cookies.

Jimmy's face fell as he heard the girls getting up. He slowly put his walkie-talkie away and grabbed his gun. "We're dead," he softly whispered.

Nick nodded. "Been a pleasure working with you," he sadly said.