EXT. WAYFAIR DISTRIBUTION CENTER - NIGHT

The four sit in Leo and Eric's car, parked in a dark alley across from the dead-looking distribution center.

KYLE: I can't believe we're actually doing this.

LEO: What exactly are we doing?

STAN: A whole lot of nothing. Nothing's gone in or out of there for the past hour.

Eric opens the door to get out.

KYLE: Dude! What are you doing?

ERIC: There's nothing to see and no one watching us. Just chill.

Eric takes a few steps away from the car and pulls out his phone, making a call.

ERIC: I swear, if there are kids in there and you're involved, I get a cut.

RUPERT (O.C.): I'm not involved, Eric. Just get me something and we can shut them down.

ERIC: How?

The line's dead.

He gives a frustrated sigh.

A scrapping sound from within the alley.

Eric turns to the darkness.

ERIC: Fuuuuuck you.

He hears it again.

Then -

JIMMY: I brought snacks!

ERIC: Awwww!

He jumps and spins around to see Jimmy on his crutches, holding up a plastic bag from a convenience store.

ERIC: Shit, Jimmy! What the hell?

JIMMY: A s-s-sstakeout - so cool!

Then they feel a RUMBLE beneath their feet.

ERIC: The fuck?

They head to the car, Eric opens the door.

ERIC: Did you guys feel that?

STAN: Feel what?

Eric starts pulling him out.

STAN: Dude, what the hell?

Stan gets out, followed by the other two.

Stan's glowering at Eric, Leo's looking around nervously.

Then - another rumble.

They all look at each other, realizing.

Jimmy reaches into the plastic bag and pulls out a yellow package.

JIMMY: Mallomars, a-a-anyone?