The Perfect Crime

What is my perfect crime? Ever since I was little I wanted that king sized bag of candy that has been staring at me through the window of the gas station. It had taken years and years of planning but tonight was finally the night that I could get it. The gas station was a 23 hour store and it was closed from 12pm to 1pm. I made sure it was closed when i went. Do I break through the front doors?? Of course not. It's to obvious. I get a helicopter to fly me in and drop me off on the roof. Why? No one ever expects the aerial attack. Once on the roof me and my accomplice try to get in through the vents but they're locked. It was cold on that hot summer day. I had the helicopter throw down some dynamite somewhat carefully to blow through the ceiling so I do. Once the dust settles I see an opening to the vents on the other side of the roof. Convenient. After getting in and making our way through the maze of vents (after all many of them had been taken out by the dynamite) we finally came upon the candy. It's game time. And slightly warmer. I opened the vent that happens to be above the candy and my accomplice slowly lowers me down that 4 feet to grab it. I am getting more and more nervous as it comes within my reach. As I finally get there my accomplice sneezes and drops me the extra 3 feet to the floor setting off the alarms. Amateur. Everything began to go faster, but do I panic? Of course not. The clerk always leaves the side door unlocked.... except for today. The sirens are coming and yes I panic just a little. I tried everything possible to get out but throwing straws and cups at a window and trying to push the door down probably wouldn't have done much when I think about it now. I look in the parking lot and flashing lights are pulling in. Yes I'm panicking now! Just then I see the PULL sign on the door. I walk out and get in the helicopter and it flies my to my house which is conveniently next door. And guess what. I got the candy.