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Leaving the main building with ease, through the same way they entered, the two reach the dimly lit parking lot, with the cool night breeze making Mandy rub her arms to warm up a bit.
Having an idea, Jimmy says, "Take the bucket to the old man. I need to do something quickly."
"Wait, where are you going?", Mandy asks, confused, furrowing her brow.
"I got an idea to fuck Mr. Burton even more", Jimmy says before turning around and heading back to his room.
After a few minutes of stealthy walking, he arrives at his room without trouble.
After turning on the light and closing the door, Jimmy quickly opens his room's windows for ventilation before positioning himself in front of the chemistry kit he hadn't really touched until now.
Checking some chemicals stored in a corner of the table, Jimmy lights the Bunsen burner, adjusting the flame output before starting to 'cook.'
Some time later, after mixing many chemicals, Jimmy leaves his room carrying a few stink bombs with him.
Returning to the parking lot, Jimmy enters the bus only to come across Mandy sitting on the edge of the hole that led to old man Peter's house.
"Is the old man already working?", Jimmy asks, sitting beside her.
"Yes, and it's disgusting, just for the record!", Mandy replies, disgusted just thinking about that hobo shitting in the bucket she brought.
"I just hope he doesn't take too long, I want to set up the trap quickly", Jimmy comments. They still had some time, but it would be better to finish the preparations as soon as possible.
Not long after, old man Peter shows up, dressed completely in black, wearing one of the pants and hoodies that Mandy had gotten for the original plan, carrying the gas masks in one hand and a bucket full of shit in the other.
"Grab one", old man Peter says, extending his hand with the masks toward Jimmy.
Taking one of the masks, Jimmy asks with a smile, "Did you at least wipe your ass?"
"Of course, if I hadn't, you'd be smelling it right now," old man Peter says with a mocking smile.
Getting up, Mandy says while she moves away from the two, holding her nose and looking disgustedly at the bucket old man Peter was carrying, "It makes no difference at all for you to say that; this bucket stinks, and even without it, you stink too."
"Blah blah blah, keep talking like that and I'll pull my pants down, shit in my hand, and then throw the crap in your face", old man Peter retorts in a mocking tone, taunting Mandy.
Looking at the bucket, Jimmy asks, ignoring the strong smell of shit coming from it, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, I emptied my belly into the bucket! I took the chance to soak the shit with piss too", old man Peter says, showing the inside of the bucket to Jimmy. It was filled almost to the brim with shit mixed with piss.
"Too much information, old man! Anyway, let's get this over with", not wanting to have heard that, Jimmy says before turning around and starting to leave the bus.
Almost vomiting, Mandy runs out of the bus right after Jimmy, coughing hard as she speaks, "That… cough… cough… that smell is unbearable, even with my nose covered, I can still smell it."
"It's not that bad", stepping out into the parking lot, old man Peter says upon seeing Mandy hunched over with her hands on her knees, coughing heavily.
"There's no way you're saying that, you're dead inside, that's the only explanation! That smell is burning my nose", Mandy says incredulously, trying to recover by breathing in the fresh night air.
A few meters away from them, Jimmy jokingly comments, "I'll have to agree with her on this, old man! Your ass is basically a chemical weapon", the smell of shit mixed with urine was so strong it hurt the nose.
"Hahahahaha, a chemical weapon? And my farts are what? Mustard gas?", old man Peter asks, laughing loudly at the comparison.
Having nothing left to talk about, the three don't waste time and quickly jump over the two gates of the parking lot, being careful not to drop the bucket of shit while doing so.
Landing outside the school, the three quickly look around for Mr. Burton's car; the street was dark and completely empty, with the silence being disturbed only by the occasional sounds of the night.
Locating their target parked on the other side of the street, the three approach a red, boxy car with a design characteristic of the '90s; its bodywork showed several small dents and scratches, indicating that the driver was not one of the best.
"Are you sure this is it?", Jimmy asks as he walks around the car. It was the only vehicle on the street, had two doors, and its interior looked messy.
"Yes, I have no doubt! Besides, that pig usually stays at the school until around 8:00 PM", Mandy replies, keeping her distance from the bucket of shit that old man Peter had just placed on the sidewalk beside the car.
Jimmy then puts the gas mask on his head, without fully wearing it, and says as he takes a bent wire from old man Peter, "So let's speed things up, it must be around 7:40 PM, and he could arrive at any moment."
Unfolding the wire, Jimmy shapes its tip into a hook before approaching the driver's door.
Then, inserting the wire into the door through the window's weatherstripping, Jimmy, in less than a minute, unlocks the car.
"How are you so good at this?", Mandy asks suspiciously. It was so fast; was it really that easy to break into a car?
"I learned on the streets… never stole a car, if that's what you're thinking", Jimmy replies, pausing before adding, thinking it necessary to make it clear that he had never stolen a car before.
"All right, now it's my turn, give me some space, kid!", old man Peter suddenly says, pushing Jimmy aside and crouching in front of the open door.
Without wasting time, he begins to work, improvising a contraption under the driver's seat that would trigger two sleeping‑gas grenades with the slightest pressure applied. Then, as soon as Mr. Burton sits down, the grenades will be triggered.
With everything properly set up, old man Peter locks the car door before grabbing the bucket of shit and starting to walk toward a broken part of the wall that led to a dirt path, with Jimmy and Mandy following him.
"Now we just wait", Jimmy comments, observing the car from afar.
Being a little away from the two, Mandy asks old man Peter, holding her nose to avoid the bad smell coming from the bucket, "By the way, why are you wearing the clothes I got?"
"What's the problem? I needed new clothes! Besides, I'm not just going to throw them away just because we're not using them in the main plan anymore", old man Peter retorts, seeing no problem with keeping the clothes.
Suddenly, Jimmy signals for the two to be quiet, "Be quiet, he's leaving the school."
Not even two minutes had passed since the moment they hid, and the school's main gate was already being opened by a fat, bald man with a poorly trimmed mustache, wearing short blue shorts and a white tank top.
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(AN: 1,244 Words)
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