Two crates of strawberry mint swirl was more than satisfying for the little kit. After finishing his treat, he rubbed his very full tummy. Lucky Number 3 wasn't there, he thought; she would have never let him eat this much. He yawned and stretched his bulldozer paw and his natural paw. It was a yawn that would have sent Kuki over the edge with how cute it was. The day was unusually warm for a late summer/early fall day and the cold from the Ice Cream cooler provided a nice chill. If he didn't have a job to do this would be a excellent time for a nap.
"Hey! Who are you?! Come out now!"
Whoops. He forgot his mechanical paw could be a little too big and a little too loud.
An Ice Cream man was coming closer. Bradley thought this was an annoyance that ruined an otherwise perfect meal. The skunk did come out, but before the ice cream man could call for help Bradley gave him a swift ZAP with his laser eye.
Number 6 sighed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He pounced onto a pile of crates, used his laser eye to cut a hole in a grate on the ceiling that covered a vent. Not even Number 4 could have squeezed into it, but Number 6 was just the skunk for the job. He dragged his bulldozer arm against the melted grate to form a skunk-sized hole.
It was easy to get in once the grate was off, but his bulldozer arm was stuck in the melted metal from the damaged grate. Bradley muttered a very vulgar skunk swear and pressed a button releasing the bulldozer paw. The metal attachment fell from the ceiling along with the vent cover that had fused to it.
(Hours later a driver would wonder what had shattered the windshield of his ice cream truck.)
Bradley entered the vent and began his journey.
He had the directions programmed into his cyborg eye and it wasn't long before he reached his destination:the central unit for the entire mansion's air conditioning.
Bradley was exhausted. The mansion was enormous and the vents were just like a maze. It was quite a trek for a little skunk and especially on a full tummy. Nap time! He told his cyborg parts to wake him when the signal came, curled up into a ball and went to sleep. The gentle hum of the air conditioner was just like a lullaby to the tired little skunk. He began to suck on his paw and fell asleep.
He was awakened by a signal from Number 3. Time to go to work.
He turned around until his tail was right next to the air conditioner that pumped air into the entire building. Now all that was left to do was to just lift his tail and spray.
It was a strong, pungent smell that was like a normal skunk… except Number Two had given Bradly a bionic upgrade to his skunk spray. It made it ten times worse and now that spray was filling the entire mansion. Even the portrait of Grandfather hanging over the fireplace looked repulsed by that smell. Bradley laughed all the way back to the cooler. His job was well done.
Maybe he could celebrate with a little more ice cream…