I never would've thought I would be writing a multi-chapter fanfiction for VeggieTales, but here I am anyway. Hope you enjoy!

It wasn't hard to tell that winter was afoot in Bumblyburg, for it was made clear by the crisp, cooling air, and how the leaves were turning brown with each passing week which went onward. Although merely one in the afternoon, the sky was grey thanks to the blanket of clouds sprawled out - this was perfect weather for anybody who enjoyed the change of scenery and, well, cooler air. Overall, the mood of Bumblyburg and its citizens was relaxed and laid back. A step up with enjoying this weather was to recline at a cafe with a big cup of hot chocolate and whipping cream in hand. Perhaps there were souls out there doing that...

"It's so dark out there," he commented with a yawn, "it makes me want to go back to sleep…"

Junior tilted his head at him from across the table. "Larry, it's only one…"

"Still makes me wanna do that...sorta." Larry took a sip of his hot chocolate once he was done talking, the whipped cream pressing up against his mouth in the process. He paused and then looked to Junior. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be in school?"

The child blinked. "We got the day off."

"Oh? What's the occasion?"
"Thanksgiving break."

"Ah." Sip.

"Say Larry," Junior asked, "you wanna come over to our house for Thanksgiving?"

He quirked a brow. "Your parents are okay with that?"

"Of course! You've been a part of our family for years!"
"Well, I guess I could."

"Cool! I'll let them know when I get home." Junior was about to begin drinking away at his hot chocolate as well when, suddenly, something caught his attention out the window. With the cup inches away from his mouth, his eyes followed a figure dashing out of a store. "What the…?"

Larry turned his head to see what his little buddy was watching and immediately saw the store owner run out, shouting incoherently. Only words he could make out were "get back here, thief". One half of his mouth made a straight line.

"Whoa," Junior said, "poor guy-"

"Be right back Junior."

He turned his attention back to Larry just in time to see him rise from his seat. "Where are you going-?"

Larry beamed a small smile, replying, "Bathroom." He motioned his head to his empty cup while shaking it upside down. "Gonna get another hot chocolate too...maybe a gingerbread man on the side."

The asparagus kid blinked. "Uh-"

And off Larry went, straight to the bathroom.

"...okay."

Huffing and puffing and a tad dizzy from running with all of that lot, the short scallion fell back against the brick wall behind him while making certain he wouldn't be seen in the alleyway. For a few more seconds, he huffed, though much quiet and slower as he moved the sack from his side to the front of him, a smile crept to his face. Never would he have thought he would've been capable of snatching some fresh jewelries like his comrades, but here he was!

Is it strange that he felt his mouth was watering upon opening the bag and just seeing the shimmering pieces stare back at him?

...yeah, it was.

Perhaps it was because of how much money this heavy-as-heck bag of shining minerals might have cost. Yeah, that was it.

He sighed in relief, shutting his eyes for a moment. "Thought I would've been caught by that old buzzard. Guess not…" He opened his eyes. "They're gonna be so jealous of me when I come back with this...!"

He looked behind the garbage dumpster he stood beside in order to retrieve the duffle bag he had hiding. Sure, this was the first time he stole a load in this amount, but he darn well knew he needed to hide the goods as well as possible, so...into the gym bag it went. Off went the flimsy mask he wore around the eyes and black sweater - both of them accompanying the jewelry.

Once he was satisfied with how he hid his dirty deed from sight, the scallion lifted the bag with a grunt and began to exit the alleyway. It had been long enough, so he didn't expect anybody to still be searching for him. He puffed proudly with a smile. Nailed it.

" So ...what'cha got there?"

...on second thought, he did not nail it.

He sucked in a breath before spinning around to face the one who spoke to him just now.

"Oh, uh...this?" He lifted the duffle bag with a half-smile, obviously trying to not show how nervous he was getting. "Just my gym clothes. I got too sweaty to wait until I got home to change out of them, s-so I...changed down here."

" Very likely story ," was the sarcastic reply he got.

Now that he thought about it, that was a flawed excuse.

Instead of attempting to give a much better story, he blurted out, "I'm not going back to jail!" He turned and began to run away from the costumed vigilante.

He could've sworn he heard an annoyed sigh, he wasn't certain. What he was certain about was catching the sound of an oh-so-familiar click, followed by a whizz.

Oh no. No no no no no no no-

"AAGH!" He cried upon being caught mid-run by something from behind. It, attached to his back, started to yank and drag him back into the alleyway. "Aw come on, no fair! This was gonna be my big break from the others! Show some compassion, will ya!?"

"No can do, you stole something."
"Ugh…"

Meanwhile, Junior, from his seat, watched on as the Scottish officer forced the peeved thief into the back of his car whilst the jewelry store owner was excitedly speaking to the LarryBoy who caught the thief in the first place. Wow, he really was everywhere, wasn't he.

He took another gulp of hot chocolate as the hero, using one of the devices on the side of his head, launched himself to a building out of view. "He's so cool…"

BANG."Oof! Aagh!"

DOOF.

Junior's eyebrows quirked in question upon hearing strange sounds coming from the men's restroom. Others within the cafe were also glancing over to the public bathroom, wondering what the heck that noise was about. What kind of sound effect was "doof" anyway?

Junior shrugged. Oh well. Maybe somebody slipped in the bathroom? Hope they were okay…

He went back to the last of his warm drink just as he heard someone approaching the table, panting. His eyes looked, and there was Larry with a sheepish grin. "There you are! You were gone for a long time…"

"Sorry it took so long. There was a line in there."
"That's okay. You missed LarryBoy though."
"LarryBoy? He was here?"

"Yeah!" Junior eagerly nodded in response. "He was swinging by, caught the bad guy somewhere down the street, and then he brought him back with the stuff he took!"

He frowned. "Whoa, I did miss a lot. Too bad I missed it, huh?"

"Don't worry," he assured him, "there's always next time. He's been having to pop out a lot more lately since it's near the holiday season 'n' all."

Larry's mind instantly echoed, ' Don't I know it .' He was about to plop himself back into his seat, but remembered that he was supposed to be getting another hot coco and perhaps a gingerbread man to accompany it. "Oh shoot, my drink. Completely forgot about it-"

"I'll get it." Junior arose from his seat. "I was going to get another too. Be right back!"

" 'K! Thanks buddy."

Larry made himself sit down, sighing in relief. Why did he have to crash into the bathroom floor like that while he tried slipping himself through that darn window? How clumsy! He wasn't supposed to be clumsy in uniform ! He would kick himself later, but then he realized that - at least - this didn't happen while he tried going after somebody. Because of that upside to that moment, he relaxed, smiling. When his eyes trailed towards the store across the street, what the place's owner had given him came to mind. From his sweater pocket, he pulled it out.

Gosh, what a nice red gemstone…

"What'd he say it was called again?" He tilted his one head, holding the shining piece up to one of the fluorescent lights above. "Wasn't it something like 'beryl'?" Larry pulled it back to himself and then carefully placed the stone in his warm pocket. "Pretty nice of the guy to do that."

"What guy?" Junior approached the table, holding two drinks.

Shoot. His eyes darted back and forth from Junior and to the window. Hurry! Think of an answer!

"...Santa Claus."

Good one.

Junior blinked, brows scrunching together. "But it's nowhere near Christmas-"

"Ooh, look at the time! I forgot that they're playing an 'Alf ' marathon for Thanksgiving, so I should really get going now, Junior-How much do I owe ya for the drink-Here y' go-Thanks again-Let's catch up tomorrow at the park-they have those hayrides going on- Bye! "

Within a few seconds, Larry had carefully take his drink from Junior's grasp, say all of that without taking a breath, and dashed out of the cafe.

"Oookay? That was an overreaction..."

One trip via bus thirty minutes later…

"Honey," Larry called out upon opening the door to his mansion, flipping on the switch to his right on the wall, "I'm home!" He paused. "Oh right, I'm not married. I'm the only one who lives here too."

He got himself cleaned up with the help of a nice, hot shower to relax his body and then bounded to the living room in order to turn his old television on. "Alf" was playing, just like he had told Junior earlier. As the start of a new episode began, he went to the kitchen to whip up something nice for a late lunch.

Now, one of the things he was not was a cook, not even one who could put something in the microwave without half of the food still being frozen no matter how long he left the darn thing in there. With that thought in Larry's head while he dug through his refrigerator, he wondered if he should just order himself a large pizza. It could be lunch and dinner…

...then again, there was also the fear that the pizza delivery person might eat it by the time they reached his house. It happened once, it could happen again.

"Hmm…"

...well, there was always the Chinese delivery place a bit away?

So here he was, someone who could easily order rather expensive foods without worry, chowing down on boxes and boxes of noodles, teriyaki chicken, beef, and pork while plopped on the couch and watching 80s sitcoms. This would've been hard for the citizens of Bumblyburg to take in, knowing that this is what their town hero did on his off days...but what else was there to do?

He shrugged.

Besides, when he wasn't relaxing, he was out and about, doing superhero-ish stuff until it was time to take action upon something which needed it.

His eyes went to the pretty red gemstone on the coffee table where it happily sat upon a tiny pillow for comfort. Gosh, that was nice of the owner to give that to him; although, he honestly didn't know what to do with the thing or where to put it.

Suddenly, a suggestion came to him, causing him to perk up in his seat, "Oh, my dresser! Perfect." Well, that took care of that.

After accidentally opening the box with the fortune cookies and mints instead of the beef, he decided to go ahead and munch one of the cookies. They were good anyway.

Crack.

While shoving the crunchy treat into his mouth, his eyes followed the small slip of paper land upon the table. Larry picked up the fortune note and then, as soon as he swallowed, read it out loud: " You are one of a kind - so full of kindness, thoughtfulness, and compassion ." He smiled from amusement. "Well thanks!"

Man , these things are great.

8:58 PM

"I didn't steal anything!"
"Aye aye, that's what you said the last time you were brought here."
" 'Innocent until proven guilty ' !"

Officer Scooter huffed at that line being thrown at his head. "I'm aware of that! I'm pretty certain you're guilty, knowing you and yer pals."

The thief grumbled to himself as he sat back down on the cell's cot. He couldn't wait to hear the end of it from the others whenever he was let out. Honestly, if the 'burg was that done with him and his antics, why didn't they simply toss him into prison? This place was too nice for its own good sometimes…

"At least it won't take me forever to fill out the paperwork," the officer said out loud, "we've gotten a few newer computers to help us out with that chore while we keep an eye on you fellows."

"Oh goodie ."
"Of course, you and your friends have some of the biggest files saved on there ."

He beamed a smug grin to the carrot with raised brows. "Ain't that something! It's like you guys fail to keep us around! If you didn't have that LarryBoy, you'd probably never get us!"

"..."
"...I'm right, aren't I?"
"Well, your friends anyway. You...we could still catch on our own since you're not as sneaky."
"You-!"

" Anyway ," Officer Scooter said as he began to head out of the room, "good luck trying to break out of there, laddie! We've upgraded our cells with the latest technology. There's no way you'll be departin' sooner than expected!"

And then all the lights died, followed by the humming being produced by the machines practically maintaining everything now-including the cell doors.

"HEY ! Seriously?!" Great, the dark! How Scooter hated it since he was a wee one! And what's worse is that, through said darkness, he could tell all the blokes in the cells were now trying to sneak out without him noticing. Well, that should be simple thanks to the dark being their best bud! "H-hey! All of you, stop where ye are! I'm warning you!" He could hear the other officers yelling similar things wherever they were; in addition to that, other voices were rising in volume, which scared him even more. What was happening!?

"Hey," a voice whispered behind him, "guess what? I'm gettin' out of here 'sooner than expected'."

The last thing the officer knew, he was struck across the face and was knocked out cold.

Right as the end credits rolled, it was abruptly interrupted by a breaking news bulletin. On top of this, before Larry could hear what the breaking news was, his emergency phone rang. He quickly got off the couch, darted over to the end table which held the sleek black phone and then answered it.

"Mayor Blueberry? What's going on?"

The French woman's voice hurriedly replied, "It's the power at the jail - it's completely shut off! All of the detainees took the chance to escape and now they're out there!"

Without missing a beat, "How many of them are there?"

There was a pause, possibly her getting info on that inquiry. "Seven. Although there is a chance our police force can round them up by themselves, it wouldn't hurt to have someone as speedy as you helping out. Can you do it, LarryBoy?"

Determined, he answered with a firm, "Yes, ma'am."

"We've informed all the citizens to stay indoors while the search is in process, so it should be easier to spot the runaways. Do be careful if you approach them! An officer of ours at the station was struck by them.."
"I'm on it."

Clang. He hung up the phone with an inhale of breath.

"Okay," he said to himself as he buckled the belt around his waist, "seven baddies are out and about in town, and they could be a danger to the citizens." Larry grabbed his mask. "Not on my watch."

The call was made almost two minutes ago, so he had to hurry.

"At times like these, I wish I had a car though…" Larry grumbled. "Aah well, no time to moan about it now." He watched himself through his bedroom mirror as he pulled the mask on. "The town needs a hero to round up these bad guys, and I'm that hero ."

Junior was sitting in the living room with his nervous parents while they watched the breaking news on the television. This was pretty scary...reminded him of the movies he and Laura may or may not have watched on accident around Halloween nonetheless. Heck, this reminded him of the comic books he read. Bad guys escape jail because the cells break down on their own until the heroes toss them back in.

...hmm…

Curiously, the asparagus wandered over to the window and peered out, wondering if he would go by. A gasp escaped him as his thought came true. "There he goes!"

LarryBoy , using the silly contraption on both sides of his head, went by, launching and swinging himself further into town. Amazing how he didn't get a headache or hurt himself in some other manner while doing that, but hey...some folks aren't able to feel pain, so perchance he was one of them.

Where were they?

He frowned as he landed on the roof of a restaurant for a moment to catch his breath. For the past fifteen minutes, he didn't catch a single bad guy in sight. Well, the mayor mentioned that there was a chance in which the police force captured them already. Better check.

He reached to his utility belt and pulled out his pocket communicator. As soon as he pressed it on, he spoke, "Mayor? Did your team get them all?"

There was talking on the other end, though faint, but then Mayor Blueberry finally responded, "We're still missing one."

"Dangerous?"
"He's the one who attacked one of our officers."
"So he is dangerous?"
Sigh. "... yes , LarryBoy."

"Tell me what he looks like."

His eyes continued to scan the area nonstop as he listened on to the woman's words.

"Funny thing about him...he's the short scallion that you caught just eight hours ago. Do you remember him?"
He raised a brow. " Him ? Didn't seem like the dangerous kind since I've handled him before...but if you say so. I'll get 'im, Mayor. See you soon."

He ended the conversation.

And now, back to business with a clear objective.

"Too bad there's no lead on where he could be though…"

With one last look at the surrounding below, he shot his unusual choice of transportation and began to swing once more to find the baddie running amok.

"Let's see, if I were a bad guy who messed up on a robbery," he tried evaluating where he could be, "where would I go after escaping jail…?" LarryBoy paused when an idea struck him. Could he really be around there? "Maybe he wants a do-over from today. Could get some nice hot coco after all this is done, too."

LarryBoy landed on the rooftop of the cafe ever-so-gently thanks to the slightly taller establishment beside it. He had to crouch, to be certain he wasn't spotted somehow. Carefully, he approached the edge of the roof and peered over.

He whispered, "There he is…!"

That rapscallion was sneaking up to the store with brick in hand!

He stood up straight, saying, "Second attempted robbery and destruction of property? Not while this hero's around!"

His heart pounded faster while creeping towards the store he tried hitting before, the brick in his hold being tossed up and down for preparation. ' Screwed up the first time ,' the scallion thought as he smirked at his reflection in the store window, ' but there won't be any REPEATS! '

And as soon as he threw the brick back in order to shatter the glass-

" So , we meet again!"

' Shoot! ' The scallion spun around and saw that darn LarryBoy a few feet behind him. "L-LarryBoy!"

"Put down the brick and step away from the store."
"Why should I!?"

He raised a brow, replying, "Probably since it's not right to steal, buddy. Now put the brick down."

When the scallion still refused to drop the weapon, LarryBoy used one of the plungers on his head to yoink the thing away from him, earning a feeble glare from the thief. As he took a step forward, the scallion took one back - this happened three times, but while he took one more step, he could tell the thief was now cornered, his back touching against the store. He had nowhere to run-

He made a mad dash to the right, and LarryBoy immediately followed him. Of course , why wouldn't he!

"Get back here!"
"Never!"

Down the empty sidewalk they went, passing by the various shops and apartments as they did so. Dang, this guy was giving him quite an abundance of trouble in one day, wasn't he. LarryBoy didn't believe this scallion had the stamina to run so fast, but here he was, practically outrunning him with ease! If he couldn't capture him with his own force, he'd have to resort with his plunger buddies.

LarryBoy tossed his head in order to discard the brick and then used the same plunger to shoot at the rapscallion ahead. Knowing darn well he'd do that, the scallion thief looked over himself and quickly dodged the strange weapon of choice. LarryBoy reeled the plunger back in response and tried his luck again. Boy, how he wished he had powers right about now. Flying after him would've been quicker than this…

Wait, he was slowing down! Now was his chance!

"Incoming!"

LarryBoy blinked. "Whuh-?" Who said that? Certainly wasn't the scallion in front of him-

Suddenly, his eyes and lung were filled with a strange smoke, and he cried out loud from the impact it left upon him. LarryBoy could hardly keep his stinging, watering eyes open as he felt himself stop in his tracks. His body was beginning to suffer a similar sensation of prickles digging deep into him. What was going on!? He grunted, falling to his knees.

...w-wait...do these guys have knees? Don't ask me. Anyway…

He could hear the scallion thief stop running and slowly approach his form with a light, out of breath, laugh. "What's wrong man? Smoke in your eyes?"

The unknown voice from earlier spoke up again, this time it was closer, "Come on, let's get outta here. Boss is waiting." LarryBoy now realized who it was - it was the second-in-command of the scallion trio! How could he have forgotten?

"Y-you're not going anywhere!"

While the shorter scallion laughed before walking off, the taller of the two simply said, "I don't know about that. You look like you're in a bit of a pickle."

"...I'm a cucumber."
"Oh, sorry. Anyway, have fun down there! See you next time, LarryBoy!"

A negative, twisting sensation in his chest was the reason for the costumed hero to struggle himself up; however, whatever this suffocating air surrounding him was causing nothing but trouble for him. He wheezed loudly whilst weakly blinking his eyes open.

Just as he thought...smoke! O-or a cloud. Wait, wait...it was fading away, but he still felt as though he was burning everywhere. Feeling his nose starting to run, he sniffled loudly but knew he still needed to try going after those guys…

...uh, where did they go?

...ah. Those rapscallions sure were getting better at being bad guys, weren't they.

LarryBoy, through red and puffy eyes, blinked several times in order to get the stinging to leave. "U-uh oh…" He coughed and coughed as he shakily searched for the communicator in his utility belt. "Mayor...gotta tell her…!"

At first, he wasn't sure he had pressed the correct button to contact her but was quickly assured upon hearing her voice on the other end. "LarryBoy?"

He coughed and sputtered, trying to tell her about the thief getting away. "H-he…" Wheeze. "He got awa-..." Wheeze. "I-I-I'm trying to say he got away-"

"L-LarryBoy, do you need assistance?"
"Oh no, I-I'll be…"

He began coughing again, something which caused concern for the mayor.

"LarryBoy, please stay where you are! We'll send assistance, alright?"
"N-no! The scallion's still out there…! I'll be fine…!"

Blackness enveloped his vision, causing him to gasp in panic. Darn it, he thought it was dying off, but apparently not! He was panicking on the inside about what to do, but on the outside, he felt himself pressing against a wall or building, coughing madly whilst burning tears poured. Blinking - he tried blinking as an attempt to see.

Worthless.

...welp, guess he really needed help out of this.

He sniffled loudly. Some hero he was…

Again, he sniffled while muttering, "Ow" over and over from the harsh pain everywhere. Oh how he wanted to go after those rapscallions now!

"What on earth…?"

LarryBoy froze up - well, somewhat thanks to that smoke or whatever messing with his nerves - as soon as he heard a male's voice not far from where he stood. To try and hide the embarrassment he felt that a civilian caught him like this, he beamed a heroic grin through shut reddened eyes. "Greetings, c-citizen!" Cough. "What…" Cough cough! "W-what seems to be the tr-ouble ?"

There was silence for a split second but then LarryBoy heard the folk approach in a panic. "The trouble is that you've been pepper sprayed badly ! We need to flush that out. Hold onto me and stay calm."

He didn't have much of a choice...plus he was hurting everywhere and could hardly speak without coughing as though ill. He could tell the helpful samaritan was close enough for him to lean against him, so he did just that. Within a minute, he was hurried further down the sidewalk for a few seconds. Although he couldn't see where they were headed, LarryBoy had an idea upon the familiar scent of hot chocolate and other comfort drinks surrounding him like a blanket. He heard murmurs and questions along the line of "Is he okay?" and "Is that LarryBoy?" LarryBoy felt his cheeks burn at that. Suddenly, the hurried movements stopped, and he was urged to stand in front of something.

"Do any of you have some more soap I could use? It's an emergency..." Pause. "...thank you." The samaritan was talking over their shoulder, if LarryBoy had to take a guess by how faded the voice seemed. "Sir," he was now talking to him, "I'm going to flush your eyes out with cold water for a bit. Once I'm through, I'll have to do it again with some soap. I've saline eye drops for once all of that's done."

"Well, okay. Th-thanks for all of tHIS! " LarryBoy yelped when a large amount of cold water poured over his face.

This process of getting the painful substance out of his eyes and around the areas of his face which weren't fortunate enough to be shielded by his mask took quite a long time, which left the vigilante to his thoughts for the time being. Mayor Blueberry must've been worried sick about his condition...then again, she might be disappointed that he allowed the final crook to flee from his clutches. Speaking of running off, where did those two scallions scatter to? Perhaps their hide out...it would be pretty obvious.

He sighed. "I really messed up back there."

"How so?"
"O-oh, ya heard me?"
"Yes. I apologise…"

Weakly, LarryBoy chuckled. "Nah, it's okay. I was just sayin' that I didn't think they'd pull a fast one on me like that. Should've worn goggles."

"Oh, so you underestimated their capabilities? That's all right...we've all been there," he calmly assured him.

"Say, thanks for doing this by the way."
"My pleasure!"

"No seriously," he insisted as he felt his head being tilted back by the other male, "I owe ya one, Mister…" LarryBoy paused. Whilst his eyes were carefully pulled open and he finally saw a white ceiling and fluorescent lights, he asked, "Uh, what's your name? The name's LarryBoy." Once more, he yelped upon a drip of eye drop being applied to each eye, but before he could make a comment about it, he finally saw the helpful civilian - a male asparagus - staring at him with a small smile. He was dressed rather formally and even donned a monocle over his right eye. Must've been heading somewhere before he found him.

"Glad to meet you. I am Alfred," Alfred introduced himself. "How do you feel, LarryBoy?"

"Well...my eyes still sting a little, but I can see better...and my throat's clear."
"Good to know!"

LarryBoy almost jumped when he felt something vibrate in his utility belt. He shot an apologetic grin to Alfred. "One moment please." Knowing what it was, he whipped out his communicator and answered it. "Mayor?"

Mayor Blueberry's voice rung out, "LarryBoy! There you are! We were beginning to worry when you didn't answer! What happened?"

Oh boy.

"Well, to make a long story short, Mayor...I was pepper sprayed when I was close to getting him, and then he ran off with another scallion."
"That's why you were like that the last time we talked! Are you alright? Do you need medical assistance still?"

Sure she couldn't see him shake his head, but he did it anyway. "Nah," he paused to beam a thankful smile at the asparagus beside him before telling the mayor, "Alfred here helped me out."

"Alfred?"
"Nearby citizen. He patched me up good as new! A-anyway, Mayor...what should I do? Scallion's gone."

"I'll have a few officers search for him and his partner. As for you, you should rest."

LarryBoy's eyebrows raised questioningly. "You sure?"

"Of course! The effects are going to take a while to be rid of. Don't worry."
"Well...whatever you say, Mayor Blueberry. Goodnight."

Click.

LarryBoy immediately let out a defeated sigh. "Given the leave. First time this ever happened. I guess I messed up badly, huh?"

Alfred butted in, "Chin up, LarryBoy...like I said, everyone makes mistakes."

"True."
"I would have to agree with the mayor's words, anyway. The spray's been removed from your vision, but that doesn't guarantee that you won't have problems still functioning at your best. That would be a risky move if you went back out there."
"True again."

Then Alfred asked something, "Do you need a lift?"

He blinked. "You're offering me a ride home?"

Alfred nodded, his smile not faltering at the least. "Of course. You might not want to move a lot after that."

LarryBoy only thought about the offer for a second before giving him a nod. "Guess I owe ya twice!"

"...whoa."
"Are you that impressed?"

LarryBoy tilted his head at the sight before him. "Well, yeah. I didn't think you'd own a motorcycle...based on how you're dressed, anyway."

From the motorbike, Alfred gestured with his head for LarryBoy to hold aboard the sleek ride. Once he made certain that the silly-looking hero was on, he started the engine. "Where do you live?"

"Know that huge mansion down 33rd Street? If you drive straight from we are for a while, there's gonna be a pair of big gates. Should be open."
"You live there? I guess I shouldn't be surprised…"

With that, the duo drove off into the late autumn night.

And that was how LarryBoy met Alfred.