Her plan would be easy to pull off, as long as she expected it correctly.
All she had to do was pretend to be a legit costumer and follow the pup home.
She stayed out of site when he parked and got inside the house. She waited until the lights went out in the house. 10:45, she read on her smartphone.
She swifly ran to his house.
"I hope I still remember how to do this," she said, before taking a balloon out of her bag and blowing it up, elongating it, then twisting it into a poodle.
"Hehehe, yeah..." She tossed it behind her back before proceeding to walk to the front door, as she'd pry open a window as carefully as she could with a crowbar. Once she was inside the living room she grabbed the remote control and pressed the green button, shrinking herself, leaving her bag behind, she would come back for it for phase two. She then sprinted to the staircase, where she fired her now smaller grappling hook to ascend them faster.
Once she got to the top of the stairs, she also took another walk to the door that had "keep out" signs. Which seemed more like a teenager's room.
She slipped under the crack of the door and saw the bone frame of Parappa's bed. She ran right to it, and proceeded to climb the side. The shape of the sleeping pup could be seen in the moonlight.
The bandicoot knew she had to drop carefully into his ear to get to his brain. Though she only jumped next to it, and climbed right in.
"Yes, yes, that's grand. And now for my elaborate college-educated plan..." she muttered to herself, taking a blueprint out of her bag, which had a simple drawing of what looked like a plug-in cord and a brain, that read CONTROL and BRAIN.
She climbed at the top of his brain to make sure it worked its best, and hooked it up.
She got into the chair and started to work the controls.
"Now it's time for a little wakie-uppie," she said as she smashed a button that said "total control".
"Morning already?" Parappa asked out loud when he suddenly awoke. His legs swung off to one side as he got out of bed.
"Something doesn't feel right," he said as his legs moved in a robotic way.
"I have you now," the woman muttered sinisterly to herself as Parappa walked to the kitchen under her control.
"Time for a well-balanced breakfast," the pup said as he walked through the wall and through the refrigerator, emerging with bread, a bottle of milk, and an egg carton balanced on his head.
"This isn't what I had in mind."
He continued walking towards the living room and grabbed the bag that was left behind. He then proceeded to crash through the side of the wall.
"I guess I'm going out in my pajamas, see you later, Boxy Boy!"
"Something is very off about you," Boxy said in his annoying high pitched robotic voice.
"You're right, Boxy!" Parappa shouted, "help, I need some help!"
Some lights turned on in several houses, with one person inside shouting, "Quiet! People are trying to sleep!"
He walked down familiar streets while his legs were still on autopilot.
Past the gas station, record shop and even the bakery. Past the driving school and the movie theatre, until he made it to Lammy's apartment.
He saw the fire escape and ran back away from it, then ran forward very quickly, then jumped and grabbed the ladder. He then began climbing up to Lammy's unit, where he crashed into her window.
"P-Parappa!" The lamb stuttered out as she suddenly awoke, "what are you doing here? It's late!"
"Don't worry, my pet," Parappa spoke in a strangely feminine voice. The woman was shown to be speaking into a microphone to make him say those words, manipulating his arms to take rope out of a bag to tie her down with.
"Don't worry about it at all..."
Lammy tried to scream, but was gagged with a bandana in an instant.