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"Ain't you done yet?"
Spike had a scheme in mind, and Whitey could tell, because he got like this whenever it was so. He'd pace all over the place like a hungry roach in a pizza parlor. Whitey was involved in attaching a spring to a small metal sliver. "It's just about kosher, Spike--can we get the cricket scores after this?"
"Yeh, yeh, whatever. Let's see it..."
Whitey handed to Spike what was once a rat-sized wristwatch, "garnished" from their former boss, The Toad, when their employment was unceremoniously terminated by Rita Malone and her new first-mate, the dapper, fancy-pants jewel thief Millicent Bystander. The watch now hid a small but sturdy metal strip, with the spring Whitey had attached on its far end. Nearly salivating, Spike put it on his right wrist. Just by tensing his wrist, Spike could trigger the spring, which sprang out powerfully past his palm.
"Nifty gadget, ain't she, Spike? You'll never have to get up to smack the alarm clock again."
"Oh, I gots bigger plans for the "alarm clock smacker" than that, mate. I hears Rita and Millicent are set to snag some tidy quid with a find they made for some fancy-pants curator 'round Chinatown. We're gonna yank it out from under 'em."
"Chinatown? Dunno, Spike, it's kinda heavy..."
"Not Chinatown, "Norbert"! The find! Get the gang together. They're gonna help us keep Millicent busy."
"Rita's not gonna give up a find, Spike. She's a Malone."
"You just leave Rita to me, mate," Spike hissed, taking out a small razor. "I owe her, and I'm gonna make the deposit personal-like..."