Eight: The Great Escape

Bon Soire;

Tonight; this very same one on which i am telling you this story... i will tell you a story of what happened last night... *squiggles eyebrows*

You see; me and my comrade have been conversing lately on a troubling and very controversial issue that requires a shit load of planing on a shit load of levels; and this issue, is running away.

We decided to call the operation: The Great Escape (please capitalize the beginning of each word in any re-distribution of that phrase in regards to this blog)
The Great Escape consists getting from point A to point B, then from Point B to point C, then from there to point D. Coming back to point B is trivial... as it depends on... several variable factors that remain... well, ya.
To clarify; point A is noodle's house (the comrade is noodles), point B is my state of residence, C is the city Airport... and point D... heh hee... was undecided upon until the very minute when we had a debate between Las Vegas and New York... NY prevailed.

Getting from A to B will involve Noodles to climb out the window and onto a rusted water tank, climb down the pipes and onto the street. from here she will proceed to sprint across one highway and about five other roads of traffic without getting killed. From B to C, will involve myself to wait until everyones asleep, put my mobile phone of "silent mode" and walk out the door to meet noodles down stairs.
From here we take a taxi from point B to C.. or we might have to use one of my special transport facilities... *squiggles eyebrows*.

So, after getting the line of operation clear, we had to straiten out the implimentation of the procedure.
We needed:
-Tickets
-Visas
-money

(please note that such item like underwear and toothbrushes is very insignificant against the magnitude of the factors listed above.... so we ignored them)

Proceeding; we decided that since noodles passport doesnt need a Visa to the USA... i will steal her moms, plaster on some make-up, wear a curly hair wig, get 3 inches shorter and pretend to be her mom.
So thats that sorted out. Money; well... we will invest both our dwindling bank accounts and steal some cash from the bakala down the street and we have our money problem solved. With this money; we purchase the tickets... and off to New York we go.

(oh by the way, we cant actually steal the bakala.. cos the guy keeps da money in his pocket ... wtf?... so instead well steal the school uniform shop... for some reason its still opened, we might just have a chance)

Upon arrival we have decided to split up and each will do they following:

I will personally want to bob around Manhattan streets for a good five hours; go to the New York Moder art museum ( theres shit kool stuff there )... then just walk into random rock gigs for the next day.

Noodles wanted to... (i swear to god she said this)... do cool stuff... and see the fantastic four... *blink*