South America, Seven Days Ago
Banks were always a big thing. Since the first bank in 1791 people have been putting their money with people who seemed kind of shady. But the banks helped people who were robbed and people who needed loans. People think the bank is the safest place to put their money...what none of them remember is all the notorious criminals who robbed banks for living. There was Bonny and Clyde, John Hamilton, John Dillinger, and other American outlaws. What do these people have in common with Mamodos? Nothing. It's what other greedy human beings have with them. The greedy humans try to steal from banks.
A woman in a red dressed walked into the bank, everyone stared.
Who is this woman in the red dress the bank and why did she bring so much attention? She had a big red bonnet on her head. Girls haven't worn those in so long. Her dress was a more modern red suit that looked like it could be from the 80s. In her hands she was holding a red purse. This girl was seeking a man. She found her man. A bank guard.
" Excuse me," she said waving her hand to the guard. He was instantly infatuated with her silk long brown hair and her dark red lips. " Can you show me where the ladies room is?"
" Of course, young lady," said the guard who looked like a drooling idiot when he stared at her.
The guard took her to the bathroom behind the walls. They walked down one step of stairs before finding two doors with the signs of men and female on the top. Then without warning the girl reached her arms around the guards neck and strangled him. She strangled him hard but not long. Only enough so he loses consciousness and then she drags him into the women's bathroom. After the two of them entered only one of them stepped out.
The guard walked out with a sneer on his face. He was holding a small mirror to gaze on his own reflection. While looking at his reflection he noticed a spot of brown fur on his right arm. The guard thought really hard and the brown spot of dirt disappeared.
' I love playing disguise,' the person disguised as the guard thought with a big smile.
The person who looked like the bank guard but really wasn't the bank guard stole the bank guards key after the person disguised as a girl dragged him into the girl's washroom. The key he used to open the door to the monitoring room. Only one person was working their, a middle age man with short black hair and glasses. He wore a white shirt with pocket protectors.
" Someone has broken into the vault!" The guard screams.
" Come again?" The man asked turning around and looking at the guard. " How did someone steal from the vault?"
" I heard loud noises coming from the vault last night. I think you should check it." He lied almost perfectly. There was no hesitation and he was yelling like he was attacked when it happened.
" How could you hear something in the vault last night? Bill does the night shift."
" He…called in sick last night so he asked me to cover his shift." He lied again. This time he had to think of the lie at the last minute and was nervous he wouldn't buy it.
" And you came in this morning?"
" I wasn't feeling sick. I heard something coming from the bank vault, are you going to check or not?"
By some miracle the man monitored the screen that showed him the inside of the vault. It was a big pile of money everywhere you looked. The thing was it wasn't that money the man was after. He was just looking for another person to disguise himself as.
" The bank is safe. Whatever you heard wasn't—"
The guard grabbed his neck with both arms and choked him. He only choked him for eleven seconds and then he let go. He let him fall on the floor. He transformed first by transforming his shirt into a fur coat and then the white shirt with pocket protectors. His face became the same as the man's but he didn't have his glasses so he picked them off the man's face and put them over his eyes.
' Mihaela told me to help write a fake check. Don't try to open the vault.'
The person now disguised as the monitor man walked outside the monitor room and into the door where the boss of the bank was sitting. He was the man who kept track of the people using his bank and boy was he ugly. He's only 5'1" with an obvious white toupee and a belly the size of fourteen steaks inside him. The person was standing outside the door while he was writing letters.
' If I'm going to convince this man the vault's been stolen it has to look real.'
In order to make the boss believe him he had to look the part. He had to look the part. All it took was a little change. His shirt started to look like he was running around a track field and his face was redder than a tomato. After changing his form he ran inside.
" Boss!" He screamed louder than his usual efforts for effect.
" What is it?" The boss said raising his head from his letter.
" The bank has been robbed! Someone tunneled in and stole all the money! It's all gone!"
" What? Let me see!"
The man left the room to go to the monitor room. Behind him the man was smiling. " Sucker." The man smiled as he goes on the bosses computer. He was looking up a list of names. " Let's see whose bank account is going to be stolen today."
He looked up the names and looked at their accounts. Beside their names were the number of money they deposited. He found one account of five hundred thousand dollars. The man pulled out a pen and check. With the information of the bank he could make a fake check. The only thing he needed was the persons signature. He turned around. The drawer with the names was behind him but trying to open the drawer it was locked.
" Looks like I'll need a key."
" What are you doing?" The fat man returned faster than he anticipated. " Your stealing from me? What's happened to you? I'm calling the police."
The man turned around but he was grabbed by the person before he can get to the police. This was the person had to strangle someone today. This time he was stealing the keys, not transforming, and pushed him away so he would fall over.
" Thanks, fatso." The person opens the drawer, finds the signature and writes down all the information on the check. Then the person leaves with the check.
" Stay right where you are!" The person freezes but after turning around he recognizes the person immediately It's just his human wearing a disguise with a light green book. His person is 5'7", blue eyed but often mistaken for gray, and wears a red shirt with blue jeans. The person who stole the check was his Mamodo.
" Well if it isn't my brother." The Mamodo smiled seeing his partner's face. " What's new?"
" Nothing. Let's just talk outside." The human and Mamodo walked side by side out of the bank. " Do you have it?"
" Right here." The Mamodo said showing him the check.
" Good."
XXX
A few days later after Kousuke had his incident the human walks in with a check. The lady looks at it and gasps.
" Two hundred thousand dollars! You must have worked really hard for this Arisa Meller."
" I had a little help."
Outside the Mamodo is waiting for him. It's a little boy with fur as a coat and a purple nose. The man walks outside and waves the money to him.
" We have enough money to make it another year." The human says carrying more money than any man has carried before. Para
" That's good because you promised me anything I could eat," said the Mamodo.
" Anything for my Big Money Maker."