Maybe this will work...

Last Words
The El Camino sputtered out in the driveway. Jethro and Tyrone hightailed it to the door.

"You sure ain't nobody home?"

"I'm tellin' you, they left for Disney World Friday and ain't comin' back till weekend."

Tyrone found the Hide-a-Key in a fake rock. "No alarm?" asked Jethro.

"Nope."

Tyrone reached for a switch; Jethro batted his hand away. "Can't risk a neighbor gettin' nosy."

"What's stinks? Rotten eggs?"

"Gas?"

Jethro rolled his eyes. "Gas don't smell. Don't you know nothin'?"

"Well, I don't wanna step in whatever's makin' that reek."

Tyrone pulled out his lighter.

"Maybe this will work..."