I still couldn't believe how easily they believed me.
The kids. Not Krinklebine.
The kids were running rampant trying to figure out where "my grudunza" was while Krinklestein was trying to find every bit of evidence possible to prove I was lying.
I knew I was lying. He didn't need any evidence to show it.
But part one of my makeshift plan was going well: Distract and Search. They were doing all the searching for me. I just had to avoid looking anywhere myself in case Krinklebine still suspected me. So I just sat in my chair, eyeing possible places the device could be while barking aloud numbers that would signify as either a possible hiding place or a waste of my time.
I couldn't help but chuckle. Cat Tech? Calculatus Eliminatus? No such place; no such thing. The "grudunza"? Just a random name I came up with to disguise my search for the device. And yet these kids hung on my every word. If only that fish was that easy to convince.
"Look at this!" The water-bound creature exclaimed in horror. "Look at that!"
The kids shared a glance that I recognized as fear. Fear was a problem. Fear was what nearly got me out of this house. I wasn't planning on failing again.
I slumped my shoulders and let my ears and whiskers droop, "Very well, I'm a punk. A cretunkulus shnunk..!" I hoped that pulling this card again would be worth it.
