"Hey Fung. It's time." Fung sat up from his cot and looked over to Gahri. The thin crocodile was across the room, sitting in a chair. He must have woken earlier than usual or he was watching him in his sleep again... He hoped it was not the latter.

Fung frowned. "Uhm yeah. Time for you to go back to bed." Fung said. It was far too early in the morning or at least he assumed it was morning. Being this far underground, he often lost track of time.

"No Fung. The guards are coming. They're finally releasing us." Gahri smiled at the leader. Fung blinked and he winded that sentence through his mind. He did hear that correctly?

"You better not be pulling my tail, Gary." Fung threatened as he climbed down from his cot.

Gahri pointed to the cell door and Fung looked. Outside of the door was a rhino guard; the rhino had hundreds of keys attached to his armor's belt.

"Ya know. I can always leave and you guys can stay another day..." The rhino s voice boomed.

Neither Gahri nor the others wanted to be here any longer.

"So how about you wake up for friends, croc." The rhino said looking far too smug for his own good.

Fung and Gahri ran around the room managing to wake everyone in the room.

Finally, after a few minutes every crocodile was awake. They stood behind Fung and Gahri who looked them over. All of them rubbed their eyes, whined, or murmured annoyances under their breath.

"You guys can complain all you want, I really don't need to release you guys if that's how you feel." The guard said; the rhino had this smug look to his face. His smirk stuck on his face.

The longer Fung or Gahri stared at his face, the more they yearned to be leaving soon. Thankfully that would come soon.

That comment broke the sleepiness that was attacking Fung's lackeys. They shut their traps and watched the rhino. Freedom would be upon them soon.

***
"And here are your belongings." The female rhino said from inside a kiosk. She opened a nearby cupboard and grabbed a small coin purse from the cupboard. She closed the cupboard and handed Fung the small coin purse

"Have a good day." The woman said. She then motioned with her hand for them to get out of her way. They had been accumulating a line.

Fung put the coin purse away and turned to his friends.

"Well guys, let s do this!" Fung said, swelling with pride. He could choose to feel upset about the total lack of cash or how they really didn't have a plan but he wasn't going to. He had made the right decision.

"Fung's right," Gahri added. The thinner crocodile smiled at his friends. "No more getting beat up," Gahri looked at Wall-Eye and Wall-Eye was staring back. However it was honestly hard to tell because he always was cross-eyed.

"No more sitting in a pile of mud. No more fighting either. Finally we can do whatever we inspire to do!"

Gahri closed his eyes as he listed all the possibilities available to him. He could just imagine all the wondrous adventures now. They wouldn't be stuck to simply. They could be pirates, soothsayers, guards: The whole world was open to them.

"Hey Dimwit!" Gahri opened his eyes and saw a rhino in front of him. He was glaring at him.

"Yeah, your friends ditched you." Gahri looked around and did not see his friends. Not a single familiar face was in front of him. He then looked over to Chorh-Gom Prison s door. It was wide open and he could see his friends leaving him.

"Oh. Well that was nice..." Gahri ran after the others, who were already out the door. While no one did acknowledge his speech; he had hope. He had great hope for the future. Things were going to be good. He knew going straight would be their key to success.

***
"Change please..." Another passerby ignored his plea. That would make them the 59th person in the Valley of Peace to ignore him.

"Fung, let's stop this." Fung said nothing as he repeated his motto of "Change please" to a passing sheep.

"We've been doing this all day Fung. Please stop..." Gahri said. Gahri was this time louder. He heard him, of course he heard him.

Fung repeated himself, this time to a passing black pig. No response.

"Fung you heard me. Let s go home-

"Darn it, Gary..." Fung said before he rubbed his stomach. His stomach gnawed at his insides. It was empty.

The leader stood.

"You're right," Fung looked at Gahri and then to the other crocodiles. As for his lackeys they were huddled up together also begging to citizens.

"Let's go home guys..." Everyone stops what they are doing and tune in.

Fung needed to approach this from a different angle. No amount of optimism would help if they were going to be beggars.

Fung and the rest of his lackeys follow him as they walk slowly down a street. So much of the world around them felt drowned out with dim colors and even dimmer sounds. The colors sparked nothing for them; it reminded them of their exact situation.

"Fung..." The leader stopped and looked behind him. It was Wall-Eye. He had something to say.

Fung shook his head. He hoped Wall-Eye didn't have something completely idiotic to say. He didn't have his hat with him to throw it in his face.

"Gary found somethin'."

"What did he find?" Fung was not excited for whatever ridiculous response his dimwitted lackey could come up with.

Wall-Eye's eye rolled up before he pointed to behind Fung. The leader turned and he saw Gahri standing before him with a poster.

"A poster? You know we can t eat a poster Gary " Fung raised a brow at the thinner crocodile.

"Of course I know that Fung. But once you read it will be closer to all the yuan and food too!" Gahri handed Fung the poster and took a step back.

The poster had in big bolded green letters: Need Quick Cash; Give Me Your Quiches. Stop by the Tavern River Bed.

Below the text was a quirky picture of some strangely jaded porcupine holding up a bag of yuan. There was also some fine print in small text but Fung was not concerned with that. Who ever read the fine print to anything?

"You're a genius man!" The leader cheered and jumped into the air. This was such an easy way to get quick cash. His mom could more than easily bake him millions of those pastries.

Well guys, I think Gahri over here found us a quick and easy way to get some cash. So how about we make our way back home with something to gloat about. Fung said as he continued his stride through the Valley of Peace. His lackeys followed by.

However all was not well. Not a single one had managed to read the poster right. Maybe it was the rain or maybe it was hunger but Fung had horribly misread. Because even the most simple minded in the world could figure out the difference between the word quiche and the word chi