After they first joined up together under their new faction name, the Turf War Investigation Crew made numerous further exploits all over Inkopolis. Newspaper headlines began recording each and every one of their cases they had cracked open together.
INKLING VIGILANTES CATCH ROBBER!
"After a string of incidents involving several new weapons being pilfered from Ammo Knights, the TWIC has thwarted the criminal and she is now facing a harsh sentence."
TWIC: HELPFUL OR HARMFUL?
"Are these inklings really doing it for the good of the city? Or are they simply drafting up their own mishaps to conveniently solve? Stay on your toes, citizens. You never know who could be fooling you..."
"Guyth guyth!" Ravine dashed into Tortuga's garage, their base of operations. She was carrying a bundle of newspapers and threw them onto the wooden table in the middle. "We are doing (so)tho cool! Everyone loveth uth!"
Both Sandbar and Trident were locked in a game of chess when this happened, and the result was their entire set of black and white game pieces being pushed onto the floor due to the newsprint taking its place.
"Aw c'mon man I was 'bout to win that one!" Sandbar yelled, hands on his head in shock.
Trident scoffed, "Please, you would've lost like the last 42 times. Give it a rest."
"Grr..." The yellow boy grabbed up some of the newspapers. "Ooh, yer right. The public seems like they enjoy what we do."
"Ugh, and we already have haters," Trident rolled his eyes at the more negative article. "Would it kill people to give someone a chance?"
"Ah, lighten up!" Ravine pat his head. "We're doing good for the town, and I don't wanna sthop!" Then she looked around for someone who hadn't made herself known. "Huh? Where's Tory?"
As if on cue, she walked into the garage through the door that led to the house. "Hey Ravy. We got another job from somebody. A curator at the Inkblot Art Academy wants us to pull a stakeout. Someone's been stealing sculptures worth millions of cash."
"Oh my, this sounds concerning..." Trident said before smirking to himself. "And entertaining as well."
"Uggghhh why?!" Ravine on the other hand, was a bit more cynical. Folding her arms in while pouting. "All that stuff in there is just randomized ink splotches on paper that a baby squid could do! WHat's so important about it?"
The studious boy opened his mouth to respond, but was silenced by Tortuga gently nudging his shoulder.
Sandbar pulled out his laptop, typing up for some search results. "Yup, looks like the Goby Lisa, The Watery Night, and the Inkopolan Gothic were all taken. All that's left is the 'Head of a Squid Lady' piece. I say they'll be after that one next."
"Then I say we head over there," the dark violet girl proclaimed. "C'mon guys, prep up and get ready to go."
With a nod, and a reluctant one from Ravine, they all left the garage to get what they needed.
Later, they would arrive on the scene at the Academy. The crew approached by a Jellyfish whose eye was twitching uncontrollably. "Thank you! Thank you so much for answering my call! I heard about your team in the news and figured I would request the help since you never know who to trust with these types of things. Am I right? Of course I am, haha!"
Each of them glanced at the Jellyfish as he rambled, awkward tension rising among the group before Tortuga gave a response. "Not a problem, sir. We'll be glad to help ya out. We'll make sure buck-nobody gets their hands on that Head of Squid Lady, and catch'em for ya. RIght all?"
Her team gave a confirming nod in unison.
The Jellyfish wobbled about. His excited eyes betraying the fear he had inside of him. "Great! Just great! Oh I can't thank you enough. My boss is coming to inspect the place, and my caboose is good as tempura if she finds out. Hehe...n-no worries, though! I-it'll be fine! JUuuust fine!"
"...Um...sir?"
"It's nothing!" came the Jelly's crazed response, "The cafeteria is opened to you freely for food while you watch over the place. In the meantime, I'm gonna go see my therapist. Bye!" With that, he ran off.
"...That guy got some deep rooted psychological issues," a confused Sandbar commented.
Tortuga snapped her fingers. "Not important right now. Let's fill up on food from the cafeteria and get to our posts."
From there, they entered the Academy. Once they were in, a pair of eyes that been staring at the group from a bush made a rustle. "There they go...this will be our chance to-ow! Marsha, stop kicking me!"
"Oh, sorry Brooke. But I just couldn't take my eyes off those hunky squids...ow!"
A slap came from the bush. "While you aren't wrong, Marsha, we need to focus. And by the way, I have dibs on the nerd, he'll be mine by tomorrow."
"Not if I snag him first. I need a good boy to cook and clean while I'm on missions!"
"Pff, don't we all..."
