"$35 each!" exclaims Bobby, "But we already paid for admission!"
"Sorry, boys, but no one goes in without a ticket," said the bouncer guarding the entrance.
A recording of a werewolf howled from somewhere in the Haunted House.
"Oh, come on!" said Gary, "That's way to much!"
"Come on, guys," Carl said motioning for them to follow him, "Let's get some more beer."
When they were out of range of the bouncer's hearing, Carl said, "Okay, we're going into the Haunted House and we're not paying. We're sneaking in." He jumped over the wrought iron fence, and into the fake graveyard.
The other three looked at him, then each other, then around, and then they followed over the fence. Bobby caught the seat of his jeans on one of the fence pickets, and ripped a hole that showed off his red underwear.
The others teased him. Carl ran along the side of the building until he spotted a basement window that was ajar.
"In here guys!"