The scene begins as Scotlyn, Ainsley, and Pierson arrive at their home to find the doors locked. As they have no house key, and the heat index for the day is in the 90-100s, the trio of siblings decide a plan of action. 

"Alright," the older sister, Scotlyn, puts her hands on her hips and asks, "who's climbing up the ladder to try and break in through one of the upstairs windows?"

After a few minutes of trying to figure out how the ladder extends, Pierson is slowly making his way up the old, creaking ladder. Seeing that only about three inches of the ladder are on the end of the roof, he gulps and gingerly steps on the last few rungs.

Leaping onto the roof from the second-to-last step, the climber exclaims, "Ouch! Holy crap, the roof is hot. Stupid tin sheets in the stupid sun in stupid Louisiana."

Pierson's main worry is that his Converses won't have enough traction to keep him from slipping off the roof and falling to the hilly ground below. As he attempts to slide each locked window open, he keeps a few fingers nestled in the crook between the outer wall and window frame to keep him as locked in place as the windows all seemed to be.

"Hey, are y'all sure you don't have any pocket knives," Pierson inquires of the sisters watching from the ground. "If I had one, I could probably slide it through this gap and hit the latch of the lock. 'Learned that from Supernatural."

The girls go and scour Scotlyn's car for a knife. As for Pierson, he's busy scaling the side roof, the steepest section; placing his feet as close to the wall as possible, he puts left before right, left before right, left before right, sliding his hands along the tiny slits in the wall paneling.

Now drenched in sweat, Pierson checks the windows at the front of the house. He catches the key chain Scotlyn throws to him because she still couldn't find a knife. Alas, the key is too short to reach the inner latch of the window.

"That's not what she said," Pierson yells over his shoulder.

"Pierson!" Scotlyn's scolding causes Pierson to shrug and laugh.

"Sorry, I had to. And it helps with stress, sorta."

After wiping the sweat from his brow once more, Pierson notices that this window is giving a little. He goes on to check the other windows on this side of the house, but returns and sees that the latches are partially unlocked.

"Come on," he mutters and maneuvers the window a bit more. As it slides up completely, he gives a victory shout and yells down to his sisters that he got in. "I'll unlock the door in just a moment."

Minutes later, after letting the girls in and putting his books away, a thought occurs to him.

"Hey, can you hand me a card? Any thing will work."

Pierson takes the old plastic card from Ainsley and steps out the front door, locking it behind him. Trying an old technique he's used for years, he slides the card parallel to the knob.

Click, click.

"Heh, uh, y'all? We could'a gotten in in, like, half of a minute. But then, I guess...

"We wouldn't have had this adventure."

True story, brah. It wasn't even exaggerated.

That was fun. I mean, I almost died a couple times, but fun. And hot.

...

Really hot.