Jimbo plopped down on a bench and fell asleep with the shotgun in his hands. "Alright, we'll have to be quiet... follow my lead, walk on the tips of your toes.
Colin got onto his tippy toes and began walking through the aisle, his steps acompanied by high note piano sounds.
"HUH, WHA, WHO.... ZZZZZZZZZZZ....." Jimbo said as he rolled around and fell back asleep. Colin turned around to see John holding a mini souvenir piano and hitting the two highest keys with his fingers.
"WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT WITH THE TINY PIANO!" Colin shouted before whispering, "You're gonna get us caught."
"Sorry." John replied as he tossed the mini piano aside.
The two tip-toed through the aisles snaking through until they got mere feet away from the ape-like man called Jimbo.
Colin smiled with confidence "Alright, now all he have to do is...."
*CRUCH, CRURK, CHEW*
John had opened a bag of Lays and was now stuffing his face.
"Uhhhhh... whaaaa... HEY!" Jimbo shouted as he woke up and pumped the shotgun.
"Fuck." Colin plainly said.