scenario #1

They walked into the Food Store around 8:30pm. They all had a mission, Greg was going to pull out his bad boy of a camera, Jeff was going to act out a crazy scheme to try to purchases a pack of the cool, smooth, clean tasting cigarets off of Tim the clerk, and Andrew was going to catch this doing from one of gods most tragic angles. Tim knew Greg and Andrew all to much, he knew where they lived, the last name, age, birth date, star signs. But Jeff was a new comer on this clear night. The plan: to fool Tim in thinking that Jeff was really a normal guy trying to buy the cigarets and Greg and Andrew pretended not to know Jeff to help the plan go as followed. Now Greg and Andrew knew Jeff very well. Jeff waited outside like a good school boy in a line. Greg and Andrew came to the Food Store every Friday, and some Saturday nights to film footage for their video library. This was going to be the first planned out film project put together by Greg and Andrew. Andrew started to strike up a little talk with Tim, Greg hung back sticking his head in the freezer. Jeff was outside waiting for the signal.

"So you think they jack up the price of this chocolate bar 'cause the Spice Girls are on it?" Andrew asked. "I really think it's not fair to do that."

Tim looked at Andrew with a puzzled look, interpreting the data. He thought for a minute, one more, and just one more. "Uh huh." Tim looked at Greg, half in with the Drumsticks. "Hey don't spread your germs on that stuff!"

"I won't." Greg replied. "Trust me!"

"Oh yeah, like I can do that. The last time I did that I ended up at the toothbrush factory out in the country! So I am not gonna trust you, but I just may take your word."

"The word is taken then?" Greg asked.

"I guess, but don't ruin your word!" Tim explained.

"No, not me. I think my word is in it's prime right now." Greg then popped out of the freezer with a smile. He walked up to the front. "So Tim, anything happen around here lately? You know, robberies, gun fights, drive by shootings?" He then slid over to the fountain sodas. He looked at Tim to give the approval for a free pop but the nod from Tim was not going to happen. Greg looked at Tim, it was a long look, one of those looks you throw at a freak when you walk down the street. "Can I?" He then poured the drink and brought it up to the counter.

"That's gonna cost you." Tim said.

"Why?"

"Bill caught me handing out drinks to my friends, he said employees only."

"Bill the manager, right?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah, he is the boss. My boss."

"So I have to pay?" Greg asked.

"Afraid so, I would let you have it, but when the pop goes down, cups begin to disappear, and no money is coming in, something is wrong. Bill may come across as stupid but really, he knows all."

"Damn." Greg handed Tim the money. Tim took it and put it in the register. Andrew was on his way to the back room. The back room was a small room with a desk, a door to the left of it, and the door to the freezer to the right of it. On the door to the left, there is a cork board, which has numerous amounts of stickers on it. Stickers that came in every shape and size. Andrew gazed upon the stickers with joy, a little kid in a candy store for the first time, so many things to choose from, just so many stickers. Greg was leaning against the front counter with Tim. Not talking just hanging. Andrew always thought about stealing a few of them pretty stickers but he never had the guts. He knew from past experiences that it was likely that he would be caught. Sean the bloody fool. The great sticker hoist of Guelph. Damn that would sound good in the headlines. Wanted DEAD OR ALIVE Andrew Hood, The Sticker Thief. He never asked for one though, maybe Tim was going to throw them out? Or give 'em away? Possibly, so why not ask Tim the big question.

Greg and Tim just hung, not chatting, not nothing. Greg was mad at Tim deep down, but he knew he had to respect Tim for what he was letting him and his friends doing. All this filming, doing stuff! Christ, Greg loved to get out of the stale house, breath the air, he liked to do stuff. Unlike others. Andrew stood in the doorway to the back room and shouted. "Hey Tim!"

"What?"

"Can I have some of these stickers?"

"What stickers?"

"The ones on the door to Bills office."

"I don't know, ask Bill."

"Common, please? Just one."

"I said ask Bill!"

"Fine."

Greg shook his head and walked out of the store. He walked out to talk to Jeff. Jeff was sitting at the entrance to the Food Store. Greg walked toward him. Jeff sat with a stick, drawing a picture of person. A golden person ridding a dragon. Greg looked over his shoulders and watched him draw. "So are you having fun?"

"Oh yeah, drawing pictures in the dirt." Jeff said. "That's a riot."

"Well it shouldn't be long now, not much is going on in there. You still remember the signal?"

"Signal?"

"Yeah, it's Gee it is really nice. That is the signal."

"Okay." Jeff shrugged and began to draw his masterpiece.

As Greg walked back he began to doubt the whole plan, not knowing anything but what they thought was going to happen. Light the fire nobody will catch you. Watch somebody light the fire, your in the slammer of house arrest. Hot shit, this was going to be a good one.

Everything was clear Andrew leaned out the door and yelled "Gee this is nice!" and walked back in the store, with the camera's rolling Jeff strutted his attitude up the gas pumps into the store. He came in and started to pick up peppers, and beans and hotdogs. It looked good, casually walking up to Tim.

"I'll have a pack of smokes." Jeff told Tim.

"I.D.?" Tim asked.

"I left it in my corvette, which is in the Virgin Islands, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"No can do pal, need the I.D." Tim told him.

For some reason Jeff pulled out his pellet gun. This however was not in the plan. Never would we do a thing like this. Jeff had a real funny look in his face, you could see his eyes start to melt with terrific anger. Jeff poked his gun in Tim's belly.

"Want your guts all over the slurpie machine?" Jeff asked Tim politely.

"No, here are the smokes." Tim handed them over.

"Now was it that hard?"

As we filmed Jeff walking out the door I thought what if the gun was loaded. Why the hell would Jeff do such a thing. As Jeff walked down the drive Tim started to laugh. I looked at Andrew and back at Tim, eerie opera music came on almost like life's own soundtrack.

"Tim, what so funny?" Andrew asked.

"I put a mini pipe bomb in the pack, the bastard won't know what hit him!"

"You sick freak! That was our friend." I explained.

The store windows blew in and Jeff's head landed face down in the coffee pot.