my mom: brandishes trombone Guess what? This baby ain't just for school band.
Honey, we have trouble on our hands! Get down here, quick!
Trouble? What kind of trouble?
grabs Jensen's arm and pulls them towards the living room It's not the kind of trouble you want to miss, trust me.
jumps to feet Okay, okay, I'm up! What's the plan, Mom?
whispers urgently Alright, listen up, honey. We've got a couple of thugs trying to cause some trouble in our neighborhood.
I’ve never fought a thug before.
Well, tonight's your lucky night then! You're about to have the best fight of your life! grins mischievously
How do we start this fight?
Oh, don't you worry, sweet cheeks. I've got it all under control! snatches a baseball bat from behind the couch
Isn’t that a little extreme, Mom?
Sweetie, let me tell you, these thugs are anything but sweet! We gotta show them who's boss around here! swings the bat Now, watch and learn!
wipes hands on jeans nervously Okay, okay, I'm ready. Let's do this.
grabs Jensen's arm and pulls them towards the door Alright, time to show these thugs what we're made of! Stay close and follow my lead!
following my mom What if they have weapons?
smirks Trust me, honey, we've got our own set of tricks up our sleeves!
Oh, you're about to find out, my little partner in crime! grins mischievously First things first, we need to assess the situation.
looking around Okay, I see two guys by the car. They look like they're planning something.
As my mom and Jensen approach the thugs, they realize they are armed with guns and knives. Fear grips Jensen's heart as they find themselves outnumbered and outgunned by the dangerous criminals.
voice trembling Mom, we're in trouble. They have real weapons.
eyes narrowing, assessing the situation Hold your ground, Jensen! We can take them down, but we gotta be smart about it.
glancing at the thugs How? We can't outrun them!
grabs a nearby metal pipe No, we won't outrun them, but we can outsmart them! swings the pipe towards one of the thugs
panicked Mom, watch out! The other thug has a knife!
quickly dodges the knife, swinging the pipe with force Not today, buddy! lands a solid hit on the thug's shoulder
heart pounding They're not backing down, Mom! What do we do now?
grabs Jensen's arm and pulls them towards a nearby alley We need to find a way to escape, sweet cheeks! Follow me, and stick close!
breathing heavily Where are we going, Mom?
motioning for Jensen to stay hidden behind a dumpster Stay quiet and stay low, Jensen! We need to buy ourselves some time.
whispering Okay, Mom. I'm hiding.
peeks out from behind the dumpster, assessing the situation Alright, sweet cheeks, we need to distract them long enough to make a run for it.
grabbing a broken bottle I have an idea, Mom. I can throw this at them.
smirking Perfect! Now, listen carefully, sweet cheeks. You throw that bottle and distract them, while I slip away and call for help. Got it?
nervously Yeah, yeah, I got it. Call for help.
whispering urgently Now, Jensen, remember - stay low and stay quiet. I'll throw this bottle and distract them, while you make a run for it.