“I’ll be Chuck E, you can be Mickey” said Evan, the loud crack of a 12oz can following his comment. “You can be Minnie, the cops would get a good laugh at least”. Darrel quipped back without hesitation.

The recliner cried out for help as Evan briefly leaned back even further before getting up to do his best Minnie Mouse routine. “Heyo folks get your hiney’s down on the ground or you’ll make like cheese and have some holes in you!” he chirped in his best high-pitched voice.

He’d hardly finished before Darrel cracked up, and once he had, they both broke into laughter. The impression was the spark to be certain but the 6-packs of cheap beer had gotten them combustible in the first place.

“But seriously,” Evan continued somberlyi after the laughs died down. “We put on those big mouse helmets; and we act like ‘em too. Move quietly across the room, don’t let nobody know we’re there until it’s too late. Then we get our cheddar.” The plan seemed plenty developed in the early morning hour, and they men decided they’d pull the figurative trigger tomorrow.

Neither of the men quite realized until they’d tugged on the door handle, breathing heavily through their whisker-lined masks that they’d attempted to rob a bank on a Saturday. Each of them scurried back to the car exactly as planned, just like a mouse.