Marvin H. Wink had no money to his name, only the dime he had found outside of his home in the lower side of Manhattan. After the stock crash, the town was back on the rise over the years but his money didn't.

He smoked a cigar that he had bought at the Pick a Penny store down the street. That was the fastest dime he'd ever owned but he thought it was a good idea to indulge in a luxury item before he was evicted.

He was a lanky man, his black hair parted. His large bushy eyebrows matched his mustache. He was no taller than the tallest lady, which wasn't much but he didn't mind. It made it harder for the cops to get a hold of him.

Wink had in his possession a white hat, and the clothes on his back of a black suit, striped pants, red tie and a used to be pressed dress shirt back when he bought it.

He waited for the knock on the door of the tenant, if he had clock he could count the seconds but he pawned it just last week.

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"Are you sure?" a young girl no older than 23 spoke on the phone, "Oh… But Aunt Dorothy… okay, I understand. I will. Goodbye."

"Miss Patricia, whadda she say?" a small Italian man, who wore a green jacket and green felt hat poked his head into the doorway of the lavish apartment.

"Oh, Piccolo, she still wants to marry that dreadful Mr. Bard. She can't see he's here only to steal her money and leave. And at her age she should be able to see a scam artist at first sight." she brushed her blonde hair from her eyes and sat down.

"She no see how hard you are a trying to keep her safe. It's a pity…" Piccolo came to sit on the arm rest of the couch next to her. "Whadda she needs is another man. Eh, that's it!"

"What is?"

"She needs another man to bother the other one out, and I know justa the guy. Let me getta my brother and we take you to him!" Piccolo jumped off the arm rest leaving a confused woman as he looked for his brother, Poochi.

"Poochi! Poochi!" he yelled out the door to the hallway, he got a honk in reply and the sound of shoes that didn't fit the person wearing them. A curly red head man in oversized clothes came waddling down the hallway.

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Wink sat on the spot his couch once stood. He looked at the broken floor boards. "I'm so poor even the dust bunnies were repossessed…" he let his ashes fall to the ground and heard a knock. He straightened at the sound, the tenant was here for him. Wink scrambled to get his hat and began trying to pry the window open but it was stuck from years of never being opened.

"Hey open up!" the voice yelled on the other side. Wink tried each window and each was stuck. He heard the knob rattle as he scurried to find a place to hide.

"Trust me, he's very good man…" Piccolo said to Patricia as they waited outside. "Hey, Wink open up! It's me, Piccolo!"

He stopped at the name, he remembered the name but not but face. He slowly turned to face the door. Piccolo? Do I know a piccolo? Tip toeing to the door to peek out the small peep hole on the top. He remembered that face. A face only a mother could love, and his stooge by his side. But Wink's eye caught a glimpse of the girl. He moved his eyebrows and unhinged the door.

"Sorry gentlemen, and my lady. I was busy, please do come in. Don't mind the emptiness, I'm just cleaning up." he pushed his gold wire glasses higher on his nose.

The three came in, Patricia began to think it was a bad thing to come to this man but if her friend Piccolo says he's good, she'll go with it.

"What can I do for you?" he spoke as he shut the door and locked it.

"Are you Marvin H. Wink?"

"It depends, are you a repo agent?" he eyed her.

"Why no."

"Then yes, I'm Marvin H. Wink, in the flesh. I'd ask you to sit but I'm having my things moved to a better place. This place has far too many roaches, and I think they're thinking of a mutiny against me." he raised a brow.

"I'm so glad, Piccolo tells me you can help me."

"For a young lady anything is possible."

"well, it's not exactly me that needs help. More of my aunt."

"If she's anything like you, I'm sure I can help." he grabbed her gloved hands and held them. He could feel the hot breathing of Poochi on his neck. If he wasn't in front of a lady he'd bop him one.

"You see, she's going to get married to a greedy man who wants to take her money from her and leave her for nothing." Patricia took a breath and began again, "I've been trying to tell her for years he's no good. Oh please, you must interfere and stop them from getting married."

"Are you sure that I'm not the one she's marrying?" Wink spoke up, he had no clue why Piccolo even suggested his name to help.

"All a you gotta do is make her fall for you. Then Mr. Bard is a gone and you can leave." Piccolo broke in between them. Wink took a drag from his cigar and held it in his fingers.

"Suppose I do make this, ah, aunt fall for me. What do I get?" he stuffed the cigar back into his mouth.

"She'll flourish you with money if you play your cards right. Oh please say you'll help me."

"Im sorry, Miss, but I'm a changed man. I've reformed." he stood straight and brushed his hair back.

"You a don't look that deformed to me…" Piccolo spoke under his breath getting a silent laugh from Poochi who stood behind him.

With an eye roll, he came in closer. "Alright, what's your aunt's name?"

"Mrs. Dorothy Hornbeck-"

"Hornbeck!? The rich widow Hornbeck, with all her millions and millions and millions!?" Wink's eyes widened at the name. This was his chance to get the money he so desperately needed to pay off the loans. "I suppose I could be of assistance."

Okay, so this is new to me to write a story like this. If I mess up I apologise. And if anyone asks, I'm going to take care of my other fanfictions as well. I just had this in my head for a while and needed to write it out.