Roger woke up and stretched. Lighting a cigarette, he took a drag and walked downstairs to eat breakfast. Spotting his best friend Steve at the table he waltzed over to him and sat down. "Morning, fam!" He said.

Stan glanced at him suspiciously. "What are you up to? You look like you're planning something."

Roger smiled at the CIA agent. "Nothing. I'm not planning anything." Except the deaths of the entire Smith family! Thought Roger wickedly. He was mad cause they had eaten all of his ice cream that he had bought just for himself, and no one else.

Stan slowly looked away. "Okay, if you say so." He replied, focusing on his breakfast.

Roger fingered the explosive in his pocket. Today would be a great day.