Birthday Banditry: Part Three
“Why does Redshadow have to go with the Draik for the blueprints? Why can’t
she just get them by herself? Wouldn’t that be much easier?” Coookie asked,
still unfamiliar with the rules of the C.C.
“Because,” Hypoteny sighed irritably, “what if they run into those pesky mutant
spyders that the Eyrie lord sent down? Who will beat them up for her? The Lupe
accompanies her because that’s his job, a fighter. They sometimes do run into
trouble so the fighters protect the bandit. They aren’t always necessary, but
they are needed most of the time. I thought you already mastered that concept.”
“But,” asked Coookie again, still not fully comprehending and ignoring her
last statement, “can’t Merciless_hacker defend herself?”
“Yes, Coookie. A bandit could also be a decent Battledomer, but bandits still
need the assistance of a bodyguard. If the pair happen to be caught in a difficult
situation, the fighter would stand and fight or create a diversion, while the
burglar flees,” the Blumaroo explained for, oh, probably the third time this
week. “I hope that is clear.”
The trainee nodded fervently and said, “Opal.”
“Pardon?” asked Hypoteny while she raised an eyebrow.
This time it was the baby Acara’s time to sigh.
“I said ‘opal.’ You know when pets ask you if you understand? ‘They say: ‘Is
that clear?’ Then you would say: ‘Crystal.’ Well, I mean ‘opal clear.’ I’m tired
of crystals getting all the fame and stuff.”
The rainbow leader groaned and shook her head as she sat down. No denying
it, this pet was just plain weird. Nothing new there.
“So I take it that you still don’t fully understand?” remarked Hypoteny, her
patience wearing rapidly.
“Huh?” Typical Coookie response.
“Opals are not that transparent, so- Oh, never mind. So Redshadow comes along.
End of story.”
“What story?” Coookie persisted unperturbed.
Hypoteny silently fumed. Once upon a time, she was able to use figurative
speech and hyperboles freely. Oh, those were the good old days. But Coookie
insists on taking everything literally, which results in his endless confusion
“Okay, Merciless_hacker, you know what to do?” Hypoteny asked, ignoring the
neophyte and turning her attention to the Draik.
The info specialist looked up from studying the map and nodded.
“And you, Redshadow?”
Redshadow smirked and bowed before the pretty Draik.
“Your loyal protector, my lady.”
The information specialist rolled her eyes. Someone has been watching too
many gallant knight videos. It was either that or he had been defeating too
many giant hungry malevolent Chombies or Mootix Warriors, take your pick. Typical
. . .
Slyndar pedaled furiously on his bike. Neohomes were whizzing past. Suddenly,
he let his bike skid to an abrupt halt, leaving a black rubber streak on the
road. He grinned. All skill. He looked up. There, on the left of him, was 133759
The neohome was of average size: 3 by 3 with 2 floors. No transparashield,
but plenty of brick, chocolate, and jelly rooms. This had no effect on the Shoyru
as transparashield was almost impossible to climb, and is fairly difficult to
The Shoyru flipped to an empty page in his sketchbook and began to sketch.
He first drew the front and side views and, based on that information, sketched
the top view. He circled the house, peeking in the windows, labeling the rooms
on the ground floor. Bathroom, hall, living room, kit-
Slyndar’s keen eyes noticed something behind the fire bushes. It was something
yellow followed by a ghostly shape. They seemed to be circling the lower level
as well. He rubbed his eyes and glanced in the same direction where he had seen
the figures. They were gone. The shadow pet yawned while trying to keep every
sound he made a minimum. He gripped his sketchbook tightly. He had to get more
sleep. The Shoyru looked down at his drawings. Slyndar hadn’t labeled the second
floor’s rooms, but he wasn’t in the mood for completing his plans. Besides,
it was nearly midnight. He didn’t have sufficient time to scale the wall and
still arrive home to cram some hours of sleep in. Slyndar enjoyed the darkness,
but those two figures spooked him. Who knows what could be lurking behind those
fire bushes? He had even brought some weapons for defense just in case, even
though he had never been a great Battledomer.
The Shoyru hopped on his bike and raced home. The scenery whizzed past him.
Tree, tree, tree, tree, tree. He groaned and felt dizzy. Just as he was about
to swear that his legs were going to fall off from fatigue, he was home. Nice
timing. He locked away his bike, snuck into his house undetected, and collapsed
into his bed. It had been a long day.
. . .
Hypoteny casually called Merciless_hacker and her Lupe protector to the front
of the room.
“All gone accordingly, I presume?” she directed the inquiry to the Draik.
The information specialist nodded and handed the leader her expertly sketched
blueprints. Labels, dimension lines, front views, side views, it was all there.
The rainbow Blumaroo examined the neat papers with approval.
“Very nice,” she complimented as she looked at them. She looked up to cast
the fighter a question.
The strong ghost Lupe considered it and answered, “Nope, but we did encounter
a shadow Shoyru.”
The Blumaroo’s ears perked ever so slightly. Shadow Shoyru. That sounded familiar.
Where has she heard that before?
“Oh, don’t worry, Boss,” added the Lupe as he sensed Hypoteny’s reaction.
“He kept to himself and wasn’t any real threat. In fact, I don’t even think
he noticed us.”
“We’ll discuss this privately some other time, but report to me if you see
anything else suspicious. We don’t want our plans to reach the public, which
is kind of impossible at the moment for we haven’t began formulating our robbery
She beckoned the Nimmo adviser and the information specialist for a brief
The whispering, the agreement, the disagreement, the nods, the frowns, the
discussion. The bandits and burglars knew this scene all too well. The “counsel”
was selecting the pair of pets for the job. All the pets are paid at the end
of every two weeks, their salary depending on the profit of those two weeks,
but the bandit and fighter that were chosen were usually given a bonus. The
rest of the members waited anxiously (except for Coookie, who didn’t understand.
He knew better than to interrupt though). Considering the fact that there were
only 2 burglars and 2 fighters, there wasn’t much choosing need to be done so
the conference ended quickly. (The C.C. are currently recruiting more members.
See official site for more details.)
Soon the Nimmo, Draik, and Blumaroo reached a decision.
“Because, this seems mostly a public indoor robbery,” declared Hypoteny, “this
could be difficult, not to mention risky. This particular assignment also requires
climbing and quick thinking skills, so we suggest that Rainbowflash tackle this
job seeing that she specializes in those areas.”
The disco Kacheek nodded, happy to be chosen.
“And take Smirktooth with you. He’s quite excellent at his stuff too,” finished
the rainbow leader.
The Jetsam grimly nodded, but not before smirking to his competitor Redshadow.
“I knew I was going to be chosen, mate, ‘cuz I have skill.”
The ghost Lupe merely grunted as a reply, trying to hide his disappointment.
Redshadow thought he would have be a shoo-in for the assignment. He was the
only pet who could levitate except for Merciless_hacker, but she didn’t count,
for she wasn’t a fighter or a bandit.
“Oh, and Coookie?” called Merciless_hacker.
“What?” the baby Acara replied grumpily.
The info specialist gave him a look that reminded him that he need to use
respect when speaking to his superiors.
“Uh, I mean-Yes, ma’am?” Coookie answered sullenly. He then muttered, “When
I grow up, people will have to bow to me and call me by my title: Coookie the
Great. Oh, when I become great-”
“Sure, Coookie, sure,” said the Draik while she rolled her eyes. “When you
The other members tried hard to not burst into laughter.
“As I was saying, Coookie, hurry up and finish your lessons so you won’t get
Coookie grumbled but obliged, still muttering about his “future greatness.”
“O-kay,” said Hypoteny with a hint of a smile. “The planning session will
The chosen pets, the leader, the adviser, and the information specialist made
their way to the table and studied the prints. The rest of the pets observed
in complete silence.
No one spoke. No one laughed.
This was business after all.
Author’s note: All names, characters, flavors of cheeses, places, and incidents
are all by-products of the author’s weird imagination. Any uncanny resemblance
or namesakes are purely coincidental. That means I made up all the names myself.
Feel free to drop me a neomail about how what you thought of this part. Feedback
is greatly appreciated.
The C.C doesn’t really exist. So don’t blame them if your chocolate mysteriously
disappears. Your pet probably ate it. :)