Cliff got up from the couch, the whole time staring up at his ceiling, that now had three bullet holes in it.

"Henry is not going to like that."

Gwen shook her head.

"You are not getting Henry to fix it, this time."

Cliff stared down at his wife.

"Why not?"

"I don't like the way he looks at me. I think his eyes undress me."

Cliff smiled.

"Well you are a beautiful woman, sweetie."

"Really? Like yuuuukkkkkk," Stanley snapped.

He stood up.

"I am going to bed."

Colin turned around, pointing his pistol at the teenage boy.

"You sit."

Stanley slumped in the chair, one leg draped over the chair's arm.

"Sighhhhhhhhhhh," he exaggerated.

"Borrrrrrrrinnnnnnggggg."

Giggling was heard from the hallway, as Peaches returned, another teenage girl in tow.

"See?"

"You were right, cousin. He is gross."

The girl took a picture of Colin with her cellphone and then pushed by him to take a picture of Arnold.

She looked back at Peaches.

"He is fat."

"Bonnie?" Gwen snapped.

"Be nice to our guests."

"Sorry Auntie Gwen."

She blew a kiss to Arnold.

"You're not that fat, but you could lose a few pounds.

I am sure Uncle and Auntie will help you with that."

"I am planning to start exercising, soon," Arnold commented, proudly.

Bonnie smiled a crooked smile and turned.

"Give me that cellphone," Colin demanded.

"Just a sec there, scarface."

She snapped a picture of Nick, giggling all the while.

She turned to Peaches.

"He is cute. You should keep him."

Peaches smiled.

"Maybe I will."

She looked at her mother.

"Mommy?"

"We will see, honey."

The two girls started giggling and hugged each other.

Colin grabbed the cellphone from Bonnie.

"Give me that."

Meanwhile, Cliff and Gwen went back to discussing the holes in the ceiling.

"Well, if we don't get Henry, who would you suggest?"

"You could do it yourself, sweetie. They are just small holes.

Not like the last time, when that gruesome man shot big holes in the ceiling."

She sipped her drink, a look of thought on her face.

"What was his name. Bart or Bert ..."

"Barry, hun," Cliff corrected her.

Gwen smiled.

"He was delicious."

Peaches groaned.

"Mother? Really?"

Colin was shaking his head.

"You people are insane. Do you not realize the situation you are in?"

Neither of the family spoke.

Finally Gwen looked at Bonnie.

"How are your Mom and Dad?"

"Who gives a fuck, how her parents are?"

Gwen stared at Colin.

"I do."

Colin walked to Cliff and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him away from the couch, spilling his drink on the couch, as he did.

"Really?" Gwen chirped.

"First you break my Aunt's favourite tea set and now you spill scotch on my couch."

Colin sneered at Gwen.

"I don't give a fuck about the tea set or your couch."

He shook his head.

"And I thought it was your grandmother's tea set?"

Gwen shrugged.

"Potato ... Po ... taaaaa ...toe."

Colin looked toward the two teenage girls, who once again had their cellphones.

He looked at Nick.

"Do I have to keep telling you to watch them?

And how the fuck do they keep getting the cellphones?"

Nick walked to the girls and held out his hand.

They both passed the cell phones to him.

"You really are cute," Bonnie gushed.

Nick blushed as he put the cell phones in his pocket. A huge smile on his face.

"Now," Colin demanded of Cliff.

"Money."

Cliff nodded.

"Of course.

But you never did tell me who the friend was that told you of us."

"What difference does that make?"

"Well, maybe I just want to know who it was that sent such horrible, scary people to my home.

And what difference does it make anyway. You are planning to kill all of us anyway ...

Right?"

"You never said anything about killing anyone," Arnold reminded him.

"Yea," Nick added.

"You said it was a simple in and out heist."

He looked at the two pretty teenage girls, still blushing.

"Well look around you, geniuses.

They have all seen our faces. They even have pictures on their cellphones ....

which they both have again."

He looked at Nick.

"How the fuck do they do that?"

Both girls were now taking pictures with their cell phones.

Nick once again took them.

"So, who was this friend?" Cliff asked again.

"What?" Colin snapped.

"The friend? His name?"

Cliff rolled his eyes.

"Bobby Young. Fuck, you happy now."

Gwen clapped her hands.

"Bobby. Should have known. He always sends the best."

Peaches made a weird face.

"He is strange and he always stares at me."

"Probably can't believe what he is seeing," Stanley laughed.

"Be nice to your sister," Gwen reminded her son.

Stanley slumped back in his chair .... again.

"Will this be over soon? I am so bored."

Colin snapped around.

"Will you just shut up."

Stanley rolled his eyes and then closed them, letting out a long, exaggerated, sigh.

"Wake me when this shit is over."

"Stanley?"

"Sorry Mommy."

"Money," Colin sneered, jamming the gun into Cliff's back.

"How much would you like?"

"What?" Colin snipped, more than a little confused.

"How ...  much ...  would ... you ... like?" Cliff exaggerated.

"All of it," Colin barked.

Cliff shook his head.

"Can't do that. We need to keep some back for Bobby."

"What the fuck has Bobby got to do with anything?

Look around you?

Do you see Bobby here?"

"He will be soon," Gwen commented, nonchalantly.

"I am sure of that."

"How about ten thousand dollars?" Cliff suggested.

"What?"

He turned to Colin.

"Ten thousand dollars."

"Thats a good haul," Nick suggested.

"Shut up, kid," Colin snapped.

He turned back to Cliff.

"All of it."

"Sorry. No can do," Cliff answered.

"Maybe a bullet in your head will change your fucking mind."

"I wouldn't do that," Gwen suggested, as she stood up and walked toward the bar.

"Then how will you get your money? Cliff is the only one who knows where the money is."

She poured a drink.

"Would you like a drink, hun?"

Cliff smiled.

"Of course, sweetie."

"How about you, Colin?

You look more than a little stressed."

"I don't want ... any fucking ... drink.

I ... just ... want ... the fucking ... MONEY."

Gwen shrugged.

"No need to yell."

She walked to Cliff and passed him the drink.

"Give the poor man some money, hun."

"Yessssssssss," Stanley groaned.

"Give him the money so he will leave. He is so loud."

"Let's get out of here," Arnold groaned.

"There is something not right here. Lets just get out of here."

Colin turned, letting go of Cliff and started walking toward Arnold.

"You getting cold feet, Arnie."

"No," he stammered, "but doesn't it strike you as odd, that they are not the least bit worried about us."

Colin laughed, showing his pistol.

"We have guns, Arnie.

Look around. Do any of them have guns?"

Arnold shook his head.

"Then stop worrying, you fat fuck."

"Now that's just rude," Gwen chirped.

She looked at her husband.

"He is just going to be so sour."

"Road kill," Stanley laughed.

The two girls giggled again, once again texting on their cell phones.

Colin put the gun to Stanley's head.

"What if I just put a bullet in this little shit's head?"