Unlikely Enemy
By: Jelle "CD" Pieterman
"Boss, I've got bad news." said a lizard with blue-green shorts, blue skin
with white covering his stomach, neck and lower chin.
"What is it, Hiss?" asked a voice that sounded a little like Chip's.
"We're in the red again."
"What now?" Asked the voice, irritated.
"Well, its like this, the customers of your night club are a little rough."
said Hiss the lizard with some fear in his voice.
"Oh, I thought Mousestein built some cameras to increase security?"
"Yes but nobody is watching them." said Hiss.
"Henk is gone." adds a canadian woodpecker with a fedora and brown jacket.
"He had a day off Timbert," spoke the voice. "I gave Hiss the task of
watching those cameras."
"Oh eh, must've forgot it".
"What now?" asked Timbert.
"I've come to a decision, because those youngsters don't listen to reason
or police, and my bank account is very low. I've decided to let fate decide
my next step. I will flip this coin; Heads means that we continue to seek a
business solution to the problem, Tails will mean a less legal method."
The coin spun, ringing, until snapped out of the air and slapped onto the
desktop. The hand lifted away to reveal: "Tails!"
"You're gonna sell alcohol to ease up those jerks?"
"No Hiss, I mean realy BIG bucks!" said the person behind the voice, who
walked away from his bureau. The chipmunk wore a green hawaian shirt with
red flowers, a low-brimmed straw hat with a red band and had a black nose.
"My plan is the Global Gold Reserve, but not a ordinary bank heist, this
will be a sneaky job. We'll dig our way in and steal all the gold we can
carry. Just like Fat Cat did once, I heard it from Henk who has a cousin
working for Fat Cat. We however, will use my helicopter to transport our
gold. A normal detective won't look for clues in the air and that will
take care of the threat of the RBI (Rodent Bureau of Investigations). And
the humans working at the bank are too stupid to believe rodents robbed
their bank. Hiss, get Henk and move the equipment on this list to the
bank. Timbert, you tell Mousestein and get everything else ready."
Timbert and Hiss left the office and the chipmunk grabbed his walking cane
with the big diamond on top. "Tonight I'll rob the bank and all the gold
will be MINE!!"
At Rangers Headquarters, Chip complained, "It's been a long time since
we've had a good case. Nimnul is in the loony bin, Fat Cat appears to be
with vacation and we haven't heard from Rat Capone since those jewelry
robberies by boat."
"Would you stop pacing and enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts?" Said
Dale who is engrossed in another spy movie.
"Too right! Enjoy the moment while it lasts!" added Monty.
"Still I wish someone would commit a crime and made it a little dificult."
lamented Chip.
At night, near the Global Gold Reserve stood Timbert, Henk, Hiss and
Mousestein waiting for their boss. Henk "Snagger" is a rat in green baggy
pants, red sweater with a blue horizontal line and a black hat. Frank
"Mousestein" is a mouse in lab-coat, dark green jeans, light blue shirt
and a red-black striped necktie. Timbert is busy with a last check and
Hiss is trying to break his limbo record. Nearby is a powerful, though
rodent-sized transport helicopter.
The mysterious chipmunk aproached the four. "Listen up boys, tonight I'll
rob this bank and will once again be a rich 'munk. Henk, you got
Mousestein's specialty ready in case something happens?"
"Got 'em." Henk said.
"Good, now everyone start digging."
Everything went according to plan. They dug their way into the vault and
stole the gold. Timbert used the helicopter to transport all the gold to
his boss's nightclub, and later he carried all of the materials and the
others back.
"Now, if you'l excuse me," the chipmunk told his henchman, I am going to
get some sleep, I've got a date with Flora tomorow."
"Chip, we have a case!" shouted Dale, awakening his best friend. A very
unusual happening since Chip is usually the first of them to get up.
"What? The Global Gold Reserve robbed? Who did it?" Chip demanded.
"We don't know yet, this guy is a real professional."
"Just what I wished for!" said Chip, while putting on his jacket and fedora.
By: Jelle "CD" Pieterman
"Boss, I've got bad news." said a lizard with blue-green shorts, blue skin
with white covering his stomach, neck and lower chin.
"What is it, Hiss?" asked a voice that sounded a little like Chip's.
"We're in the red again."
"What now?" Asked the voice, irritated.
"Well, its like this, the customers of your night club are a little rough."
said Hiss the lizard with some fear in his voice.
"Oh, I thought Mousestein built some cameras to increase security?"
"Yes but nobody is watching them." said Hiss.
"Henk is gone." adds a canadian woodpecker with a fedora and brown jacket.
"He had a day off Timbert," spoke the voice. "I gave Hiss the task of
watching those cameras."
"Oh eh, must've forgot it".
"What now?" asked Timbert.
"I've come to a decision, because those youngsters don't listen to reason
or police, and my bank account is very low. I've decided to let fate decide
my next step. I will flip this coin; Heads means that we continue to seek a
business solution to the problem, Tails will mean a less legal method."
The coin spun, ringing, until snapped out of the air and slapped onto the
desktop. The hand lifted away to reveal: "Tails!"
"You're gonna sell alcohol to ease up those jerks?"
"No Hiss, I mean realy BIG bucks!" said the person behind the voice, who
walked away from his bureau. The chipmunk wore a green hawaian shirt with
red flowers, a low-brimmed straw hat with a red band and had a black nose.
"My plan is the Global Gold Reserve, but not a ordinary bank heist, this
will be a sneaky job. We'll dig our way in and steal all the gold we can
carry. Just like Fat Cat did once, I heard it from Henk who has a cousin
working for Fat Cat. We however, will use my helicopter to transport our
gold. A normal detective won't look for clues in the air and that will
take care of the threat of the RBI (Rodent Bureau of Investigations). And
the humans working at the bank are too stupid to believe rodents robbed
their bank. Hiss, get Henk and move the equipment on this list to the
bank. Timbert, you tell Mousestein and get everything else ready."
Timbert and Hiss left the office and the chipmunk grabbed his walking cane
with the big diamond on top. "Tonight I'll rob the bank and all the gold
will be MINE!!"
At Rangers Headquarters, Chip complained, "It's been a long time since
we've had a good case. Nimnul is in the loony bin, Fat Cat appears to be
with vacation and we haven't heard from Rat Capone since those jewelry
robberies by boat."
"Would you stop pacing and enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts?" Said
Dale who is engrossed in another spy movie.
"Too right! Enjoy the moment while it lasts!" added Monty.
"Still I wish someone would commit a crime and made it a little dificult."
lamented Chip.
At night, near the Global Gold Reserve stood Timbert, Henk, Hiss and
Mousestein waiting for their boss. Henk "Snagger" is a rat in green baggy
pants, red sweater with a blue horizontal line and a black hat. Frank
"Mousestein" is a mouse in lab-coat, dark green jeans, light blue shirt
and a red-black striped necktie. Timbert is busy with a last check and
Hiss is trying to break his limbo record. Nearby is a powerful, though
rodent-sized transport helicopter.
The mysterious chipmunk aproached the four. "Listen up boys, tonight I'll
rob this bank and will once again be a rich 'munk. Henk, you got
Mousestein's specialty ready in case something happens?"
"Got 'em." Henk said.
"Good, now everyone start digging."
Everything went according to plan. They dug their way into the vault and
stole the gold. Timbert used the helicopter to transport all the gold to
his boss's nightclub, and later he carried all of the materials and the
others back.
"Now, if you'l excuse me," the chipmunk told his henchman, I am going to
get some sleep, I've got a date with Flora tomorow."
"Chip, we have a case!" shouted Dale, awakening his best friend. A very
unusual happening since Chip is usually the first of them to get up.
"What? The Global Gold Reserve robbed? Who did it?" Chip demanded.
"We don't know yet, this guy is a real professional."
"Just what I wished for!" said Chip, while putting on his jacket and fedora.