The baseball game concluded with young Richie Rich scoring the winning home run, after all the celebration the children headed for home, while the servants got to work on fixing Mount Richmore.
"Shall we retire for bed, Master Richie?" Questioned the families royal butler Cadbury
Richie smiles before attempting to stifle his yawn, even he couldn't lie that the events of the other day had completely exhausted him, his parents had retired to bed hours ago. "I think that's a good idea Cadbury."
The butler nods and moves his hand to the young boy's shoulder blades, effectively leading Richie down the hallway and to his bedroom door. "Have a pleasant night, Master Richie."
Richie waves casually to his butler "Good night Cadbury." The two smile one last time before turning separate ways, the butler down the halls and the young Master to his quarters.
The blonde tiredly changes into his sleeping wear, brushes his teeth and hair before climbing into bed, unaware of the menacing shadow hidden in the darkness, waiting to strike.
Van Dough smiled as he quickly flees from his guard, really couldn't the Riche's hire much better protection details than this? The large man lights a cigar as he makes his way to a lone bedroom, quietly slipping inside, thankfully the family pooch was nowhere in sight.
He still couldn't believe the entire mountain had been nothing but useless trinkets, not a single shred of money, diamonds, gold bars or jewels had been inside.
"Nothing but junk in that entire mountain" He whispers angrily, there was no way that was what Bevis and Butthead considered treasure, but he knew what they did.
The one thing that could get those two idiots to hand over every priceless item they had was in his grasp the entire time and he hadn't realized it ... until now.
Upon hearing muffled footsteps and low voices Dough hid inside the dusty fireplace, he listened as the door opened; watched as the figure changed into a pair of white pajamas and tucked themselves into bed.
He waited for the person to peacefully drift off to sleep before making his move.
Dough left his hiding spot, smiling as he takes the small bottle and cloth from his pocket, that professor Keenbean had unknowingly created young Master Richie's demise.
The boy rolled to his side suddenly, a few mumbles come from his now open mouth. Dough watched and slowly approached once he knows the young boy is sound asleep.
Richie was in the middle of a nice dream, he was once again playing baseball with his new friends much like he had been earlier, he smiles as he was about to hit the winning home run and bring Gloria home, henceforth winning the game.
The encouraging yells ceased as the pitch is thrown, seemingly progressing in slow motion. Richie grips the bat tighter before arching his body, preparing for the hit ...
Suddenly, he's startled awake, the young heir rises from his bed by force, a damp cloth, smelling of something sweet held tightly over his nose and mouth, his wrists are forced firmly together while being held behind his back.
Van Dough watches as the struggling captive fights for freedom, the boys blue gaze falls upon his deep brown and sinister stare.
The man makes a shooshing sound towards the boy, waiting for the driving moment the child fills with dreaded and pure fear.
Richie's eyes widen at the realization of who's holding him, his struggles begin to become sluggish as the toxin takes its affect.
It only takes a few more seconds before Richie Rich falls unconscious in Van Dough's clutches.
The man removes a bundle of rope from his pocket and begins tying Richie's writsts and ankles together. Once the boy is all bound he's wrapped in layers of blankets and carefully lifted into the air.
Richie's head lays a top the husky kidnappers shoulder as Dough exits the bedroom, slowly guiding the way outside.
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