[ WP ] You 've been planning this robbery for months but people have started to suspect one another of being a snitch .

Kyle slowly reached behind him, looking for the weapon. He was backed into a corner, and with wild rabbit-eyes was looking for a way out. With a quick, but somewhat clumsy movement he whipped up the rifle and fired it at the two bigger fiends slowly closing in on him. His first bullet went high, his second whiffed the closer bloke's ear, and he was out of ammo. 
 `` This does n't have to happen! We're out in 15 minutes, please, guys, I just wan na get home...'' pleaded Kyle. 
 `` Sorry bro, you are a dirty snitch, a dirty little snitch, and we do n't like snitches,'' said the bigger bloke on the right. 
 `` Yeah mean, like, it's so not cool to tell, really,'' said the cohort on the left. 
 Betwixt the two, there was no way out for Kyle. His plan was set up so perfectly, and yet simply because he was the nerdy brains the testosterone-driven bullies were ready to pound him. Such was the life of a nerd, nothing could really be done about it, that's just how it always was, and would be. Regardless, it was time for some dishonest tactics. 
 Kyle whipped his left hand out of his pocket, jamming it into both boys in quick succession screaming `` TAZE'' as though an immature toddler. They fell away in shock, writhing on the ground. Kyle quickly sprinted past a business man, who looked upon him fondly and said `` Slow down a little sonny, you're liable to become road pizza!'' 
 Hah, as though Kyle had time for going out in the road. He sprinted to the fenced-in exterior of the building, and climbed to the top of the playground equipment to get onto the roof. He'd been rehearsing this action for months, using the actual site as his practice in order to maintain a high efficiency. He slowly removed the pane of glass, loose as planned, from the ceiling. This was the hard part, normally his cohorts would lower him into the room, but he'd have to jump for it this time. 
 Kyle hopped through the opening, wincing in pain as his shins exploded with a fiery passion upon landing. The TV on the other side was playing softly, no doubt entertaining those currently in recess. He made his way stealthily over to the bowl with the pink glitter and candy glued on the outside, opening it to check the contents before picking it up and checking for booby traps. He sprinted out the door, tripping over the threshold, right in front of a teacher. 
 
 Busted. 
 
 Candy spewed all over the floor, and Kyle was called home, and put on a timeout for the rest of the day. The candy bowl was off-limits for the next two weeks as punishment, and he was incessantly bullied for being the boy who got candy banned at kindergarten.
