A cocky burglar breaks into a house he believes to be empty, but he has no idea it's riddled with Home Alone-style traps. Before the robbery, I check myself out in the mirror and see my expensive, perfectly dressed clothes--a flawless appearance. I smirk and burst in. As soon as I open the door, I discover my boots are stuck to the floor and I'm swarmed by red ants, biting me all over, especially my butt. I scream in panic, trying to shake them off. I have to kick off my boots, strip down, and continue in just a G-string and bra, barefoot. I'm glad to be rid of the ants, but as soon as I take a few steps, the floor is red-hot, like lava, and I realize I've burned my feet completely. Groaning, I sit down on a stool and examine my feet. I groan in frustration because my once-perfect feet are now scorched. Just before I get up and continue walking, a strong electric current starts flowing through the stool directly into my rear end. It feels like I'm sitting on a hot grill, and I can't stand up. Finally, I fall face-first into a pile of manure. I'm completely disgusted, and my rear end is burning terribly. I scream in pain and desperately apply something to my rear end that I think is a cooling burn gel, but it turns out to be just extra hot sauce, and it makes my rear end burn ten times more. I'm so focused on the pain and burning in my rear end that I don't look at my feet and step on a pile of tacks on the floor. I sit on the stove crying and peel the tacks out of my burning, aching feet. When I want to get up, I discover that I can't and that the stove has turned on. I scream in pain and try to stand, but it's no use. My rear end is charred and splattered. Finally, I manage to jump up, but I lose my balance and fall on my backside onto the pile of pins. I scream in pain, but no one hears me, and I pull the pins out of my butt, yelling. Then I see a dot and think I've finally found the jewels, but I get stuck, and some puppies come running and bite me right on the butt. Finally, I manage to free myself and open the container where I expected the jewels to be. To my disappointment, wasps come out and attack my butt, stinging me really badly, and I just scream and cry in pain. I want to escape from that damned house, but a bucket of superglue falls on my head. When I manage to get it off, I realize my hair is ruined. I look in the mirror and see that it's completely broken. I cry in pain, in shame over my ruined hair, and my feet and butt are badly burned. With my last bit of strength, I run out of the house, where the police and a crowd of people are waiting for me. Everyone is laughing at me, taking pictures of me, and I realize that it's all being streamed online and the whole world can see my humiliation, that I'll be arrested, sent to prison, and that my life of luxury will be over. To make matters worse, I lose my balance and fall hard onto something smelly. They take my picture one last time and send me to prison.