Fumbling through his backpack, Basil finally located his torsion wrench and lock pick. Must hurry, he mused. Tonight was not the night to be making mistakes.
Quickly and quietly, he set to work on the door with the confidence of an experienced trespasser. Minutes ticked by without success. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he gingerly manipulated his tools. He wiped his brow and returned to work.
Click. click. click. Shhunk.
The deadbolt lock surrendered and Basil eagerly opened the door with a loud shout of celebration.
The other shoppers at Home Depot were, needless to say, surprised by his outburst, and he was quickly asked to leave the premises.