"How long do we have to stay this way? I'm getting claustrophobic in here!" Stacy whined as she fanned herself with the magazine she had found under the seat.
Right now, Wayne, Wade, and Stacy were inside Wade's car as they sat with their faces glued to the tinted window.
Wayne even had a hi-tech looking binoculars with which he was scoping out his surroundings.
"Do you see anything?" Wade impatiently asked and he moved closer to his brother so that he too might get a good look but Wayne ruthlessly shoved his face away.
"This is a stakeout mission, you should have brought your own supplies." Wayne scoffed at him and went back to looking through his binoculars.
"Stingy bastard," Wade mumbled while combing his hair that got messed up and Stacy chortled at him.
'Look at the pot calling the kettle black! Both are cut from the same cloth, dolts.' Stacy swore at them and pulled the window down.
