Euphoric :The Hangover Part III (Phil Wenneck)

Chapter 5

When Chow led them into a run down hotel, (Y/n) got hesitant. She didn't know if she could trust Chow to help them, considering that he was a selfish bastard, and has proven that many times in the past. Being led into the room, Chow closed the door behind them, and on the table, there was a small model of what appeared to be a very large house. Looking around, she saw other pictures of the house, and bent down beside Phil and Stu to look at the model.

"What is this place, Chow?" Phil asked, and Chow didn't turn around from his plan board when he answered.

"My house. Chow used to be on top of the world. Had three beautiful homes in three different countries. But this one, my Mexican villa, this was my favorite." Chow turned away from the picture on the wall to look at the four of them, continuing. "Then everything got fucked. Chow go to prison, all my property seized. My homes... sold at auction to highest bidders. But I know something no one else knows." Chow approached them at the model, pointing to it and saying, "This house is where I stashed the gold."

"Marshall's gold?" Phil questioned, looking from the model to Chow.

"Yep. Hid it inside the basement wall." He opened the model of the house to see the layout of the floor, and (Y/n) saw some miniature stairs leading down to some sort of cellar. "No one knows it's there. We're gonna go get it."

"Wait. You mean break in?" Phil specified. He didn't want to add breaking and entering onto the list of illegal things he has done today.

"Look, Marshall wants his gold, and he's gonna hunt me down until he gets it," Chow stated, and tried to appeal to Phil's nicer side. "If we show up without it, he'll kill me!"

"We're not breaking in anywhere," Stu claimed, looking between the others.

"Not anywhere, Stu. My house," Chow reminded him, and (Y/n) let out a sigh. "It's a piece of cake. I know every square inch of this place. The best part, the guy we're stealing it from doesn't even know it's there, so he'll never know it's gone."

Chow closed the model house, all falling silent as they took in the information, before Alan spoke up and said, "You guys know what's going on, right?"

"What do you mean?" Phil questioned.

"Well, and please correct me if I'm wrong, we're not breaking into this house," Alan said, gesturing to the model house. "This house is too small. We're breaking into another house. This is just a model, right, Chow?"

"Yeah, Alan, no shit," (Y/n) said, disbelief in her face as she looked at him, finding it difficult to believe he was actually dumb enough to think they were breaking into the model house.

"What?" Chow asked as he looked back at Alan, who had begun to sat down on a white sheet covered object. When it started to break, Alan fell back as Chow shouted, "Alan, no! My chickens!!"

Angry chickens came flying from the cage they had been kept in, one jumping up to try and peck at Phil's face, another flying up to Stu. (Y/n) had a chicken try to claw up her arm as she held it up to avoid getting pecked in the face. "Chow, what the fuck?!" Phil yelled out as he tried to get the chicken from his face, falling down onto the bed as the chicken tried to peck his face.

"Watch out for the claws! They're trained to kill!" Chow exclaimed, and (Y/n) grabbed the chicken attacking her by it's wing, which was a mistake. It pecked at her hand, causing her to cry out in pain and drop the bird, only for it to come back at full force for her legs.

"His beak is so sharp!" Stu screeched, another chicken joining the one already on his face. "Ow! OW!"

(Y/n) heard a gunshot, and kicked the chicken away just in time to see a bullet hole by Phil's head, him shouting out, "Oh, fuck!!"