~Love thy Godmother, Godfather, and Godson~
Much Ado about Break-ins
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Quote:
"Be aware. For the night has a thousand eyes.
And the day but one.
Yet the light of a full day dies,
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes.
And the heart but one.
Yet the light of a full life dies,
When all is said and done."
It was not an uncommon sight in the small neighborhood, as Tootie had indeed noticed-to see the Turners leave for the evening.
Tonight, they were in a wild mood-and all the adrenaline that came from youth's sheer fire was bubbling up in an explosive cauldron of esctatic
sparks, sure as anything else to quickly burst into a wild flame with the insanity that came from living off the edge.
What were they doing, you may ask? Very well. I will oblige....but my younger readers may wish to turn their heads away. Even my elder readers
will be overwhelmed by the matrix force of overwhelming action and recklessness that came from the untamed thunder of what activity they were
partaking of.....
First, they were going to watch a five hour documentary on yarn.
And then, eat corn chips while watching snails race....after going to the museum....after hours, when all had shut down.
Once they arrived, perched in the bushes, aided with a pair of binoculars.
Yes.
You are correct in your assumption, much to your horror.
Mr. and Mrs. Turner were watching the paint dry on the building, amazed at their own daring.
But that was neither here nor there. At least the Turner's car had already faded away from view-headlights just a dim twinkle away into the
night. Excellent. The girl exhaled, heart pounding to a jagged rhythm as she uncertainly made her way towards the house from the bushes,
adjusting the scarf that hung around her shoulders and jawline.
Crickets were chirping faintly in the distance as her feet brushed against the carpeting of the unfamiliar house, and quickly darted to the nearby
steps of the nearby staircase, heart pounding.
What she was doing NOW was nothing short of the dumbest, most reckless, and awful things she was ever going to do.
And she loved it, frightening though it was.
Whew. She was in.
The Turners were nitwits-that much had always been evident from those two idiots. Instead of oh...I don't know....locking the door....they put a
sign on their door.
"Take anything but the Food." Honestly.
The girl took a cautious step forwards in the darkness, grasping the cold metal of her nearby flashlight-that still hung in her belt.
She took another step forwards-
And screamed.
The girl shrank back in disgust, the parts visible of her features contorting with revulsion.
Ewwwwwwwwwww!
When was the last time the Turners took out their trash? Last YEAR?!
And....honestly....their dishes? They looked more like filth encrusted, mutating fungi. Shuddering, she hurried on.
~*~*~
At least, like-she had gotten in like, okay.
Yuck. This house was so, like-last century. But then again, practically anything was over three hours ago. Which was why she was happy Daddy
kept an interior decorator on hand.
....who conveniently taught her to break into a window without actually shattering the glass. Luckily, those after school activities hadn't hurt.
On the contrary....
...she smirked slightly as she drew herself in. This was too easy.
About to congratulate herself, she peered upwards.
And abruptly froze.
A small flashlight was cautiously flickering itself around. The second girl's heart nearly stopped in terror.
She was not alone.
Quickly shaking her head to draw herself out of her stupor, the girl rushed into a nearby corner, fighting to control her breathing as she knelt
nearby a chair, fingers trembling violently.
If whoever was here called the police....
....but why would THEY have to, like-flash a light around if the system was working just, like, fi-
Her eye's widened.
Oh.
Oh, whoa, OMGosh, :o :o :o So help her.....
Texting fingers absentmindedly moving, the girl reluctantly reached for a nearby Ming vase.
She had stepped into a burglary.
And you though digging for the ancient underground city of the mole people was tough....
....but, if you could get lunch at Seaworld by simply taking care that you didn't get caught, or taking down coyotes with nothing but your bare
hands and a pair of braces....
The boy uncertainly pulled his companion up. It was really too much of a shame that AJ could not have shown up. He had asked for....help....but
the little Einstein simply said he, too-would be busy tonight.
He had had a funny expression on his face...but that was neither here nor there. At least someone had managed to answer his pleas for help.
...albeit, they had an evil, talking boil on their face, but that was beside the poi-
The boy started, eyes widening.
The sound of something hitting the floor....and someone sliding down rope.
Oh, man.
Oh, man, oh man, oh-!
~*~*~*~
It had been just a half hour since she had made two lipstick marks under her eyes, drawn in full ninja apparel, and gone in.
Were it not for what's-his-face, she probably would have already lost her nerve.
Carefully, she stepped forward, willing even her pulse to slow down and quiet itself.
She jolted.
Someone stepped back.
And a pair of feet followed suit.
She was not alone.
Courage beginning to slip, three pairs of feet began to run blindly in the darkness, as three pairs of feet began scurrying near the door.
Wow.
You had to admit, walking through the front door DID have its advantages.
Adjusting his glasses, the boy cautiously stepped forwards, keeping his hand on his partner's. He couldn't fit the Night camera lens over his
glasses-so he would have to rely on-
He abruptly pulled his friend back.
Multiple pairs of ultraviolet scannings indicated-
To put it most ordinately and scientificately:
Oh, crud.
~*~*~
Hmph.
Why he was HERE, in this filthy hovel....he would never know.
But still, he was breaking in. Otherwise, he would have been driven mad soon enough.
He rather wished he had simply sent one of his servants....who could have sent THEIR servant....or their servant's servant's servant's cousin-in-
law...
...but if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
So, he had simply gone onto the roof...ew, was their local chimneysweep at work? The boy wrinkled his nose. Ash everywhere. He would throw
his suit away from being in such UNSANITIZED air!
Yeecchh.
So, he'd simply called his servants to drill a small hole for him-next to one already carved on the roof.
He would not-NOT-use some filthy commoner's way in!
But, nonetheless, after he'd entered, and....well....
....immediately backed into someone.
~*~*~*~
The girl who had simply walked in the backdoor narrowed her eyes, biting her lip.
There were NOISES around here! Maybe it was time to abort mission....
Like right NOW! She could swear something was creeping up behind her.....
Still creeping....and now, came the sound of running-as someone backed into-
"!"
~*~*~
Sanjay had only enough time to flash the lights on before chaos exploded.
The lamp fell with a crash onto the floor-next to Trixie-the original break in's-head.
Managing to stop her assault in time upon recognizing Trixie, Veronica nonetheless staggered back, and accidentally grabbed Chester to keep
her balance.
However, Chester panicked, and seized Elmer, who staggered over Remy, who staggered over Veronica and tripped on the rug, after accidentally
kicking AJ in the shin, who panicked with pain and stumbled back into Tootie, who panicked in the few seconds of blindness to kick out in the
dark-and caught Elmer by mistake, who accidentally brought Tootie crashing down into the pile of bodies on the floor.