Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the show Hamtaro. I do, in fact, own my OCs though. I don't own the movie Let's Go To Prison, nor have I seen it yet. I just randomly chose this as the title and I might change it if I think of something else.
Author's Note: I had writers' block for my other stuff, so I decided to start a new fic, which I may not be continued either. XD Um…yeah. I dunno if the rating will go up to M, because I'm pretty much a prude, but I dunno. When it comes to my other self, there's just no telling what will come, so yeah. Oh! I'm also adding more Hams in this because I was getting bored. I don't own any of them, FYI. You'll see when ya get there. XD Enjoy!
Chapter One
Splash splash splash
The sound of running feet through the still water came down the alleyway as a large group of hamsters clothed in all black fled. Huffing, they turned the corner with stealth, nearing their destination. As they became closer, their strides slowed and their respiration began to ease into a regular pattern. The noise and sight of a slowing patrol car startled the one in the front, along with the ones next to him. He gasped, clinging to the wall with his back to it as to not be seen. The others followed suit.
Holding in their breaths, each Ham sweated despite the cold and the squad car sped up again. The three in front sighed.
"That was a close one," the first one breathes.
"Tell me about it, buddy," his friend agrees, wiping his brow.
"T-this is g-g-givin' m-me the creeps, g-guys…"
"Oxnard, you're fine," the one in the front assures.
"B-but, Hamtaro…"
"Don't be such a chicken," the one in front of him sneers.
"Boss, be nice!" Pashmina scolded in a whisper.
"Let's go before another one comes!" Stan yelled. They started off again, reaching their target just a moment later.
Boss made a motion to Howdy, pointing at a crowbar lying conveniently in a heap of rotting garbage outside the rusty garage-like shop. He picked it up and promptly handed it to his friend, who held it high above his hardhat, which was now covered with a black nylon. Boss swung at the window hard, hitting it and causing the glass to shatter and collapse inwardly. Some shards flew out at them, but not many.
The alarm that had gone off was quickly muted by Maxwell, who punched in its default code after running to the other side of the spacious room. He gave a barely visible thumbs-up to his friends, who dove in through the broken window with care so to not get cut by broken glass.
Crouching in the large dark room, the Ham-hams began to search for what they had been sent for. With their only means of light being the streetlights just outside, each one staggered and groped around in the black, occasionally running into one another or bumping into things.
That's when Panda found them. He was so preoccupied with not slamming into a quietly bickering Sandy and Stan, that he had backed up into the mother load of television sets, all of which had an eerie glare from the light pouring through the broken window and the foggy looking iced one at the front, which unintentionally served for their goal.
"Jackpot!" he said in triumph.
"Ya found 'em? Hey, all! Panda found the TVs!" Howdy announced. They all came rushing over to help.
"Okay, how many did they say were taken?" Cappy asked.
"Eight, Ookwee!" Penelope responded.
"Well, there are sixteen of us, so if we double-up, we can make it in one trip," Boss happily said.
"Make it two."
"Whaddaya mean by that, Sparkle?"
She scoffed, looking down at her nails in the very dim light. "I mean, make it two trips. I'm not touching that dusty, heavy piece of shit and wearing myself out. Why are we doing this anyway? It's not like we were the ones who got them re-poed."
"Because we were asked," answered Hamtaro, slightly angered by her laziness.
Jingle strummed his guitar, holding his gaze on the floor. In his usual relaxed voice, he sang: "Try doin' something nice for someone, Sparkle. You may find it'll help you out tomorrow…"
"Um, okay. Whatever."
"I can't rhyme all the time. Like the diet of a hippopotamus, it just becomes so monotonous." The others sweat dropped.
"Anyway, I'll just sit out with Snoozer." Sparkle strutted off to the sleeping Ham.
"Why'd we bring him anyway?" Hamtaro questioned. Oxnard shrugged.
"Zu zu zu…I needed the rush…Zu zu…"
"Ugh!" Everyone toppled to their sides.
Boss got up. "C'mon, gang! Let's get this done now and go! On three…Grooba!"
"Grooba!" The rest chimed, lifting the televisions up and carrying them off.
"Keep up the good work, guys…" Snoozer drowsily encouraged from atop the one Boss and Hamtaro held. They all sweat dropped.
"What're we gonna do 'bout the last one. Dex?" Howdy asked.
Dexter shrugged. "We'll just say the other one got sold or something."
Cappy yawned. "I'm tired."
His partner looked back at him and replied, "We're almost done."
"But, Panda, I'm-"
Wee-ooo!
"HEKE?"
"Oh fuck! It's the cops!" Stan shrieked, dropping his half of the television, making Sandy groan.
"What are we gonna do?' Pashmina asked in shock, looking at Hamtaro.
"Sacre bleu! Zomeone do zomezing!" Bijou screamed. "I 'ope zey aren't 'ere vor uz…"
"Like, shh…" Sandy warmed.
Boss hung halfway out the window as the officer approached, shining a flashlight in his face.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to set the TV down." He and Hamtaro obeyed, picking up Snoozer. The officer put his gun away when he noticed the others. "The rest of you do the same. You all have the right to remain silent."
"Uh-oh! Penelope had an accident!" Cappy giggled as the trembling girl waddled over and clung to Pashmina.
"You have the right to remain silent, but may I ask why those children's eyes are looking so bloodshot? Have you been allowing them alcohol?"
"No, Sir," Hamtaro solemnly replied. A large grin played on Howdy's face.
"Hey, officer! Your eyes're lookin' mighty glazed. Can I reckon you've been eatin' donuts?" He chuckled loudly. "Har har har yuk yuk y-"
"Alright! Now I'm forcing you to remain silent! Get in the cars now!"
The Ham-hams sauntered off shamefully, confusedly through the window and to the patrol cars, blue lights whirling around as they waited at the curb. Everyone squeezed into each of the four vehicles willingly. All but Sparkle, who was handcuffed and dragged out by two deputies to the car with some space remaining as she wailed.
"You can't send me to jail! Do you even know who I am?"
"No, Miss, but I do know when your court date will be," the female deputy replied sassily, slamming the door in her face and the cars drove away from the large repossession agency.
"I don't deserrrrrve thiiiiiiiiiis!" Sparkle screamed through her sobs. The truth was, none of them did. They had just tried to help out some unfortunate souls and now they were being carted off. So much for being nice…