Wow, Raoul scares me sometimes. Anyway, sure enough, the one bank left standing is The City Bank Of Milwaukee. We cut over to find the place buzzing with activity as that aging security guard from the top of the hour leads Our Intrepid Heroes through the main lobby. The boys are masquerading as technicians from "SecuriServe Guard Service," and my, but don't they look scrumptious in their navy blue coveralls? Long story short, they talk their way back to the hidden bank of security cameras by LYING that there's "a glitch in the overall grid," and soon enough, the aging guard is leaving them alone with a cheery, "Okey-dokey!" After the door shuts behind them, Dean gets this goofball grin on his face and announces, "I like him. He says 'okey-dokey.'" Snicker. We then get a lengthy -- lengthy -- montage of the boys futzing with the cameras, clearing Mr. Okey-Dokey of suspicion first before Dean abuses his temporary position to zoom in on the heart-shaped derriere of one of the tellers. Ahem. One of the female tellers. I should know by now to specify things like that when addressing you people, shouldn't I? "Dean, we're supposed to be looking for eyes," prissy Sam grumps. "I'm getting there," Dean's leeringly appraising ducky lips pucker. Just as that female teller exits the frame, the bank's manager enters it to flash a couple of glowing white eyes at the camera. "Got him!" Sam breathes, immediately jumping up to head to the door. Dean's about to follow when he spots something far more troubling on one of the other screens: Fat Ronald dumping a rifle at his feet as he frantically lashes the bank's front doors shut with a length of chain. "Hello, Ronald!" Dean sarcastically remarks as the shot pans in on Ronald's screen for a moment before...