Usual Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Carmen Sandiego or any other character mentioned related to the cartoon. They are owned by whoever owns Cookie Jar, WOEICS, and the Learning Company, Carmen Sandiego franchise
The Ne'er-Do-Well Gang quietly slipped through an air vent. One by one they made slinked from the vent and dropped to the floor.
"Shhh" one man said looking over his shoulder to see a night watchman's shadow approaching.
All four ducked down behind an oversized display case. One man peeked around the side and watched the shadow walk away. He motioned for the all clear. They approached their target display case. One man opened up a bag, took out some equipment and handed it out. One stood guard, as the other three worked on disarming the alarm system that was built into the case base. They worked with precision, as one held the flashlights while the other two worked their magic. In a few minutes the case was open and its contents gone.
~ACME HQ~
Carmen sighed as she read through a thick textbook. Her feet propped up on the desk.
"Oh why did I have to choose such a complicated PhD topic and to further torture myself by reading thick books like this one to back up my dissertation?" she said out loud and turned a page.
"Glad to see you finally studying" the Chief said as he walked through the doorway.
"Yeah, well…I figured might as well get started before I lose interest" Carmen laughed.
The Chief laughed and handed her a piece of paper.
"This just came in." Carmen read it, while the Chief summarized. "The Ne'er-Do-Well Gang struck the National Museum of the American Indian, in New York last night. They stole a complete outfit from the Anishinaabe tribe that dates back to 1790."
Carmen finished reading, "This is so out of character for them. I mean their motivation has always been jewelry."
"It appears they've found a new one. I've called the museum. They'll be expecting you. Call when you find out what's going on."
"Right Chief."
Carmen watched him leave her small office. She took her hat off the coat rack and put it on.
~ National Museum of the American Indian, New York~
When Carmen entered the building she was greeted by the museum president.
"Good afternoon Miss Sandiego" he said and shook her hand. "I'm John Cleggs the museum president. I'm pleased to know that you're on the case. I've heard you're the best at ACME."
"You're right there" Carmen smiled.
They walked to a taped off area.
"We didn't touch anything" Mr. Cleggs said. Carmen nodded.
She walked to the case and saw a hand-held tape recorder inside of the display window, which was the calling card of the Ne'er-Do-Well Gang. Carefully lifting up the frame, as a precaution she gently took it out. There was nothing unusual about it, as her hands examined it and pushed the play button.
"We're headed to an island country near the land down under to learn how to do a traditional Haka" one man's voice said.
Another one interrupted "You didn't tell her about Moari did you, cause that's what who we're learning it from right?"
"Quiet fool!" the first man snapped.
The tape ended.
Carmen laughed and said "That's why they're the henchmen and not the boss."
She thanked the museum president and assured him she'll get the Anishinaabe outfit back.
Walking down the museum steps a thought hit her brain.
"Of course, New Zealand is the place and the Moari are a tribe there. The Ne'er-Do-Well Gang is really operating out of their element, but why? I better phone the Chief and let him know where I'm going next."
