The Mission: To create a pleasant, peaceful, and fun area within a mid-demolition warehouse.

The Target: This (not-quite) building in a “nearby” Chicago suburb

The Agents:

Little Monk: The initial brains, the wheels, and the before/after spy

Gremlin: The super-secret-ninja and day-of scout

Meredithian: The lookout and harbinger of palm

Mr. G: The muscle, the lungs, and the sunburn victim

Ayma Mack: The pump, the wheels, and the harbinger of sand

The Rendezvous: At 2200 hours, the agents assembled in the parking lot of a nearby Dominick's to plan logistics, cover tactics, compare weapons, and use the free restrooms

This is an old furniture warehouse that is currently being demolished. When Little Monk saw this, she knew something was missing from the construction crew's equipment: a suitable oasis for relaxing after a hard day of tearin' shit down. Team FØEcakes was on the job!


These kids are clearly up to no good, plotting in the Dominick's parking lot. Don't be fooled by their joyous laughing. They are highly trained infiltration specialists. Note: Ayma Mack is such a professional, he doesn't even need shoes.

The Plan:

⍟ Park in an empty parking lot near the location.
⍟ Gather the goods.
⍟ Head to the area of chain link fence that is beside a wooden fence, for cover.
⍟ Scale the fence.
⍟ Cross the lot.
⍟ Enter the building.
⍟ Create an oasis.
⍟ Come Back Alive (and not in handcuffs).

The Actuality:

Coconut head and tiny shorts: check

Stealing sand was easier than anticipated. In fact, Meredithian and Mr. G. collected about 50 pounds of sand. Now that's dedication! Sadly, the majority of this sand was left in the car as it was deemed impossible to get it over the 6 foot fence in one trip.



This is where we made our entrance, but under the cover of dark. Luckily, the lights around the building weren't on.



It's a good thing we were wearing black so no one could see us...




Scoping out a good spot to set up took a little time. There were massive scrap piles all over and the roof was caving in. Finally we decided on a relatively secluded area with little debris on the ground. Meredithian, Little Monk and Ayma Mack were pulling up the rear when they all saw a strange orange light flicker on across the building. They froze like deer in headlights and kept their eyes trained on the spot, listening for any sign of human or computer activity. Eventually their nerves calmed down enough to proceed and upon further inspection, they realized the orange light was in fact just brake lights from a car driving by, shining through a hole in the wall. Paranoia was high. For the first few minutes, every tap of water dropping on metal made our heads turn. Every creaking of ceiling support beams swaying in the breeze made us look up. Once we set about our task at hand and got into the spirit of the Oasis, we all started to relax. Perhaps too much?


Gremlinophant leaves a muscle relaxing 6-pack.



We thought we lost Ayma Mack's air pump so we set about the never ending task of blowing up the inflatables by mouth. Finally someone was able to locate it and the job became much more manageable.
Once the mission was successfully completed, it was obviously time to revel in a job well done…

Weee!!!


It wouldn't be a day at the beach without burying someone in the sand



Thriller Nights!



Exhausted after a long night of relaxing:

Mission Accomplished:


This is how we left the Oasis for the construction workers to enjoy!



We spent somewhere around 2 hours in the warehouse with not one problem. Ok, the uninflatable inflatable palm tree was slightly problematic. No one saw us, no one confronted us, no one called the cops. How disappointing. We were all prepared to spend the night in jail and yet met no resistance. Plus 1 for FØEcakes, Minus 1 for the suburban police force.

The Next Day:



Little Monk did some recon on her lunch break, sneaking in through the truck entrance and making her way around the other side of the building until she found an open door to peak through for evidence that the oasis survived the night. After a quick snapshot, it was obvious the oasis had been well used by the construction workers, if not a little abused...