"Ready, ignite!"
As Nicholson gave the command, Martin, Lily, Mene, Chad, Thomas, and Leonardo lit various fireworks arranged on the fountain square and scurried back, crouching down.
Thomas was a bit slow and was dragged out of the fireworks array by Leonardo, who ran the hundred meters in 11 seconds.
The fireworks whistled into the night sky, exploding into a magnificent display.
Nicholson hoisted a homemade RPG and shouted, "Leo, come load and light it for me!"
Lily jumped over. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Nicholson, who knew a thing or two about this girl, quickly stepped aside and said, "I'm afraid you might end up lighting the ones in my pocket."
"You guessed it?" Lily pouted. "That's no fun at all."
Martin hurriedly said, "My yard is big enough, Jack, you can blow up whatever you want, just don't hit the other houses. I don't have the kind of relationship you have with Warren Beatty; you don't want to bail me out at the LAPD tomorrow, do you?"
