I don't own Pinocchio
For the setting, I'm changing up the century a little bit because I don't know how to character interaction without technology in this one so yeah...:)
John and Giddy continued to walk down the street. John picked up any abandoned cigars from the ground and swiped a match against a wall and lit it up. He had been thinking about his scheme for quite sometime of how he was going to come into contact with this Scarlette dame? The same sign caught his eye as he looked at the information once more. He ripped it out of the wall and scanned through it. Even though he couldn't one hundred percent read he still distinguished what were numbers and what were letters. The phone number was written on the paper.
"Perfect," he said, "look Giddy," he said as he showed the paper to the cat, "now all I need to do is find a telephone."
Giddy looked around. Inside a home, he saw a telephone that was resting by a nearby window on a table. He tugged on John's blue cloak and pointed at the window with his cane.
"What is it?" John asked as he looked from Giddy to the telephone. "Lets go," he said as he ran over to the window. John suddenly stopped in his tracks as Giddy ran past him and flew to the window. The window smashed as John put a hand over his eyes to protect them from the shards.
Giddy dizzily got up from the ground and gave John a thumbs up followed by a hiccup.
John took a look around to check if anyone suddenly entered the door. He wouldn't be surprised if they did after the noise that Giddy caused. He jumped in the house and covered the window with the drapes that were hanging by the sides of the window. He sat down on the green sofa, pulled the number out of his pocket and began to dial the number.
Giddy turned his head to the left and the right as he inspected the room. He ran over to a drawer and opened it. Inside the drawer there was a mess of papers, glasses, writing materials, and a gun. Giddy picked up the gun and looked at it.
"Idiot put that back," John said as he flew from the sofa towards Giddy. He grabbed the gun out of his grip, "you might kill someone with this." Suddenly an idea struck him as a smile spread on his lips, "on second thought, why not?" he put the gun inside his cloak as he returned back to the phone.
Giddy reached into the drawer and pushed the papers out of the way. He lifted up a pile and under the pile was a stack of hidden money. He grabbed the money from the drawer and buried it deep inside his pockets. He went ahead and explored the other room to check if they had any buried treasure around.
"Yes hello," John said in a smooth voice, "I took an interest to your add madam about wanting a gentleman caller."
"Why yes," a female voice said on the other line. John cringed when he heard the voice. It was high-pitched and scratchy as if she was an old woman. "Might you tell me your name please?"
"You certainly may my dear," John said, "John Worthington Foulfellow."
"Ooh," the lady said, "sounds like a rich name."
"I am rich of course. The richest man in the world for you my dear," he said.
"For me?" the lady repeated. "Oh I'm not the one that needs a gentleman."
John looked at the number on the paper checking it if he had typed in the wrong number. "Isn't this Scarlette Vixington I'm speaking to."
"Oh no," the lady laughed, "I'm her mother."
"M-mother?" John repeated as if he couldn't believe it.
"Mary Vixington is the name," she introduced herself, "oh she'll be so happy to meet you Mr. Foulfellow. Does tomorrow work well for you?"
"Oh yes," John said with a nod of his head, "tomorrow is perfectly wonderful."
"Well until then sir," Mary said as she hung up the phone.
John did the same thing. He couldn't believe it. He had talked to this girl's mother instead of the girl herself. If he was planning on robbing them, he had to be extra careful to not be caught by either woman. That or he had to kill them both, which is something that he didn't take such a pleasure in. When he killed that man on the bridge, he did feel a pain in his stomach but getting the money was a good feeling afterward. He turned his attention to the house and gasped. It was a mess.
Giddy skipped back into the living room as if it was just a normal day.
"What have you done?" John asked as he spread out his arms and towered over Giddy.
Giddy quickly pulled out the money from his pocket and gave it to John. John looked at the money, slowly took them in his hand, and took his time counting them. "Not bad Giddy," he said, "a lot more of this and we'll be rich when we're seventy two."
Giddy enthusiastically nodded as he dug his paw deep inside his pockets and pulled out some jewelry that he had stolen.
"Pretty," he said as he picked up a pearl necklace, "this would be the perfect gift for my dear Scarlette," he said as the pearls sparkled, "give this to her and later her one way ticket into meeting her fate. Humans are easy to fool."
Giddy jumped with excitement in hearing John's words.
John straightened his back. "Let's go Giddy. Off to getting rich clothes for tomorrow." With that, the fox and the cat left the house and walked down the street.
