Maxwell and his crew finished up the job, ran back to the van, piled in, and peeled out of the parking lot.
They had timed it perfectly. In about three minutes, the congregants of the First United Lutheran Church were going to file out of the building to discover that someone had attached a shiny new pair of truck nuts to the rear bumper of every car in the lot during the morning service.
Maxwell sped down the road towards the Denny’s, where he was going to treat the gang to breakfast to celebrate “mission accomplished”. He couldn’t stop giggling.
Of all the things he loved about winning the lottery, his favorite was that it provided him with the funds to indulge in random acts of idiocy.