My brother Dave and I arrive at someone's house in a rather typical neighborhood. Someone has stolen a truck that belongs to us, and I guess we are going to steal it back. We get the garage door open, and there is this huge truck, like a semi tractor. I'm trying to get our business done and get out of there, but Dave is horsing around with the engine, wasting time on some perfectionism. I'm worrying that the people will come home.

The people come home, a man and a woman, and I'm ready to split real fast, but nothing really happens. They see us and we tell them that we're taking the truck back. They don't seem to care very much, in fact they are quite friendly. Then the man starts asking me about his stereo, apparently it sounds wrong or he needs some help with the wiring. I give him some advice.