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Chapter 12: Treasure Hunting!

Ugh, where the hell do I start in here? Joining Team Hooligan has gotten me so stressed that I just have to take it out somewhere. Anyway, this is Fiona, Fiona Fox. And to whoever's reading this log of mine, remember this: you're dead when I catch your ass.

Two Weeks ago, my idiot leader, Fang the Sniper-AKA, Nack the Weasel-got us a job at Pumpkin Hill. There were ghosts and everybody was freaking out..except Bean. That guy was laughing as if it was a freaking ride at a theme park! I've seen crazy before, but Bean is probably the craziest S.O.B I've ever met!

...OK, so he's the second. Doesn't matter, Bean's just messed up in the head!

-Fiona Fox, Two Weeks ago.

"Come on! Faster! Faster!" cried Bean as he stood up on his extreme gear board across the ocean, pointing his finger forward, "Continue to row Miss Fuzzy Bottom!"

"Bean, don't ever call me that...ever." Fiona scolded as she clung onto Fang as he drove his hover bike, The Marvelous Queen, and Bark rode on his own Board. Fiona wearing a black tank top and brown shorts from the hot climate, "Why are we here again?!"

"Because, Fi-Fi~" whined the duck, "We're looking for my Grandpa Pork's hidden treasure!" reminded Bean as he took out an old piece of paper from behind his back. He then presented it to Fiona, which appeared to have detailed instructions as to where to find the treasure's location, "And if I read the map right-"

"Which there is no way you did." Fang interrupted.

"-then the treasure should be on that island over there!" Bean pointed towards an island that the duo were rowing to. Fiona rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." Fiona muttered, "So you're telling us that your Gramps was a pirate and he left you this cash for your dad, but he never collected it because he lost the map."

"Yup!" Bean confirmed.

"And you found the map because your dad left it in that box of junk you keep in the attic?" Fang continued, "And the only reason you remember is because you hit your head on the door when you were looking for our 'Mascot'."

"That's right!"

"Sounds half baked to me." both thieves said in unison. Bark just shrugged, believing every word his partner was feeding him.

"It's the truth, guys! Just check out the map!" Bean flipped over the dirty, old map to show a letter. It was hard to read, both because of the decrepit, wrinkled paper, as well as the sloppy handwriting that was scratched across the paper.

'To my beloved son, Pinto the Duck

This map will lead you to a treasure. Not just any treasure: every red cent I've plundered on my 25 years of piracy! This, my boy, is your inheritance! Now why are you still reading?! Go get it, you git!

From your loving Da-Da, Pork the Duck.'

"Wait, he calls his son a 'git' then calls himself loving?" criticized Fiona.

"It's Bean's family." shrugged the sniper, "They're probably all psychopaths."

"Insanity isn't a genetic trait." Fiona added as the quartet of thieves found themselves on a deserted island, palm trees looming across the, oddly enough, black sand as the island was populated by sand, rocks, and even more sand.

"Alright! According to Grandpa Pork, the treasure should be 20 Paces...that way!" Bean pointed forward as he began counting paces. Bark shrugged as he followed, Fiona and Fang grabbing shovels from Fang's bike as they followed their comrades.

"18, 19, 20! The treasure's right in front of us!" What was in front of the duck was a large stone cliff.

"...Bean, how the hell is the treasure suppose to be right in front of us?!" Fang shouted, obviously ticked off at how there was no treasure.

"I don't know." shrugged the duck, "The map says 'Behind the rocks of old will be a chest filled with gold'." Bean smiled widely as Fang looked like he was about to throttle them when Bark simply pushed them aside as he stepped forward, "What's up, Silent Bark?" Bark cracked his knuckles as he drew back his fist, sending his strongest Herculean Punch into the rocky face, crumbling it under his might as a tunnel appeared before the treasure hunters.

"It was a cave?!" Fiona gasped as she looked past Bark.

"I'll be damned, the map was right?!" Fang shouted in pure astonishment.

"Woo-hoo! Way to go, big guy!" cheered Bean. Bark shrugged it off as he took out an old brown box with a golden lock on it.

"No...fucking...way." That was all Fang could say, Fiona being speechless. There was a treasure chest! There was an old fashioned, pirate styled, treasure chest! And it was because of Bean's map that they were even here!

"Yes! Yes! We got treasure! I hope it's shiny!" cheered the demo-duck as he was about to put a hand on the oaken trunk.

"Hold it right there, bub." said a scruffy, deep voice. The Hooligans turned around and saw a very tall Vulture-Mobian, who appeared to be as tall as Bark with dark grey feathers and copper beak. His left eye had an eyepatch and right eye a silver color, his left leg appeared to be a metallic talon. He wore a large red jacket with a black bandanna around his head, pointing a pistol directly at Bean, "That treasure belongs to Dust the Vulture." he said as he showed a grin, which was full of very sharp teeth.

Without hesitation, Fang grabbed two of his own pistols and pointed them right at the newcomer, "Who the hell are you and why am I not pumping your a-"

"Hey! I know you!" cried Bean as he took out a photo, "You're in the old photos with my Grandpa Pork!" Bean showed the picture and pointed directly at a young Vulture who was getting screamed at by Bean's grandfather, who looked much like Bean.

"That be right boy." growled the vulture, "I was Captain Pork's trusty Captain Boy. Whenever he needed his shoes shined or the dishes washed, he called on me!" he boasted boldly.

"So...you were a chore monkey." Fiona commented.

"I don't care who the hell he is, why are you here and why am I not filling ya with hot lead?!" Fang shouted.

"Oh, I'm here to collect what's mine!" Dust shouted in pure rage, "I wasted ten years following that fool of a Captain and I want my due!" Dust roared in rage, Bark putting up his dukes as Fiona got into a fighting stance, "I don't give whale bilge of whether or not your his son, grandson, or his damn mum! I want that treasure!"

"Oh yeah?" Bean smirked as he summoned two bombs in each hand, "You and what army?!"

Dust chuckled as he snapped his fingers, various Mobians and Overlanders appearing out of nowhere, all pointing guns at our heroes(?).

"Oh...that's a good army."