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P.S I don't own crap.


In the great city of Mobotropolis. It was a clear and sunny day with the noise of traffic and people walking around, talking to each other or on their phones.

On the twenty-sixth floor of an abandoned office, a window shattered.

An mobian monkey, known only to his accomplices as Dopey, recoiled along with his air rifle. Turning to his hedgehog partner, another assigned alias named Sad, he grabbed a grappling hook, loaded it into his cannon, and fired it across the street onto the roof of the Mobotropolis Central Bank. Loading up their duffel bag, he secured it on the wire and sent it across, before the two slid along the dizzying length themselves.

Both mobian animals wore masks in the shape of a clown's face.

Over 250 feet below them, four blocks away, a third mobian animal walked up to an SUV and hurriedly jumped inside, joining two others. Again, all three were each wearing clown masks, and had their own names: Miss Floppers, Psycho, and Grumpy. As they drove, they opened their own packs and checked their possessions; each received an automatic pistol and several clips of ammunition. In addition, Miss Floppers carried a stock of ten grenades, which he meticulously counted out to himself over and over.

As Grumpy drove, he tried to make small talk to his comrades. "Alright, three of a kind. Let's do this!"

Psycho responded. "Really? Only three guys for this job?"

Grumpy stated. "There's two on the roof. Every guy is an extra share. Five shares is plenty."

Psycho corrected. "Six shares. Don't forget the fox girl who planned it all out."

Grumpy snorted. "Yeah? She thinks she can sit it out and still take a slice? I know why they called her the Anti Fiona."

Within a minute, the three mobians were in front of the bank. They did a last check on their weapons before quickly dashing inside.


Far above, Dopey and Sad stood on the roof of the bank, and began checking their equipment.

"So, why do they call her the Anti Fiona?" Asked Sad.

"I heard. She's an evil doppelganger of Fiona Fox." Dopey answered.

"For real?"

"Yeah, for real. Y'know, like Scourge the Hedgehog for in a sample."


As soon as they entered the bank. Grumpy fired his gun into the air. "Alright everybody hands up, heads down!" The civilians dove for cover or the ground. Bankers and their clients flew out of their chairs and curled up in their cubicles. The three clowns moved from cashier to cashier, dragging them over the counter and giving them harsh demands. "I said, hands up, heads down! Put your hands up!"

Miss Floppers opened her bag and took out a grenade, when stopped by a frightened male mobian baboon hiding behind a check-writing station. Grabbing one of his hands, Miss Floppers forces him to hold the small bomb. Placing into the baboon's second hand on the grenade's trigger, Miss Floppers proceeded to deftly yank the pin out.

The baboon knows if he tries to let go of the grenade it will explode.

Miss Floppers then proceeded to a female tiger cowering under the desk to the right.

The hostages were rounded up. The traps and triggers were set. The robbery had commented.


On the roof of the bank, Dopey and Sad tapped into the bank's alarm system, anticipating their three partners to act. Their cue came when the silent alarm went off. Touching a button, Dopey indicated. "Here comes the silent alarm. And there it goes." He began to kill it off. As he worked, he noticed something. "That's funny. I didn't call 911. It's trying to reach a private number."

"Is it a problem?" Sad wondered, raising his gun as he screwed a silencer and pointing it to his partner's back.

"No, I'm done here." He answered.

A muffled gunshot ended him, and the monkey slumped over with a silenced bullet through his back. Sad grabbed both his and his deceased partner's duffel bags before running for the stairwell.

Sad yanked the door open and darted inside. Rushing a few floors down, he found the target, the big steel gigantic vault between him and millions of dollars. With no time to waste, he tore open his bag and a drill, fixed it to the door, and began rummaging for the locking mechanism. Suddenly, sparks erupted from the tool; the vault had been electrified. "What the-"

Suddenly, Sad gets pushed backwards by the electricity forcing him to let go of the drill. Luckily it wasn't enough for him to be knocked out. Looks like he needs to do this in plan B.


In the main bank lobby, Miss Floppers just gave several other mobians a grenade to hold close. She and her two immediate partners just have to stall for time, until Sad and Dopey come down with the bags of cash. Grumpy brandished his pistol to everyone in the lobby, as he yelled. "We're just making a withdrawal here! Obviously, we don't want you doing anything with your hands other than holding on for your dear life."

Psycho, noticed a mobian fox bank guard porcupine trying to cautiously edge his way into a standing position, he ran over and proceeded to beat him to submission. He demanded, "on the ground! Stay on the ground! Nobody make a move, Nobody! Stay down!"

As he hollered, Psycho didn't see the bank manager, an elderly Skunk, in the cubicle behind him. He was unaware that the manager slowly opened his desk drawer and removed a shotgun from it. Before Psycho could react, he was blasted away, a window shattering in the process before he collapsed to the ground, dead.

The sound of a gunshot shell sent Miss Floppers and Grumpy to the floor, both diving for the same check-writing stations where the bank clients and tellers hid. The anonymous bank manager clicked his shotgun, and strutted forward into the lobby. He fired again, the pellets embedding themselves within the stand Miss Floppers was behind, prompting the robber to scramble to the next stand.

The manager shot the third shot, and Miss Floppers moved away again.

(Bang!)

Again another shot another stand.

(Bang!)

Keeping as low as possible while moving as fast as possible, Miss Floppers kept moving and avoiding the onslaught of shotgun blasts until she reunited with her partner, Grumpy, behind the last check station.

The bank manager smiled triumphantly at the power he enjoyed, the thrill of chasing the clown down. "Do you have any idea who you're stealing from? You and your friends are dead."

"He's out right?" Grumpy turned to Miss Floppers.

Miss Floppers pondered, counting in her head, then nodded to her only ally in the room at the moment. Grumpy stood up, confidently ready to take down the bank manager.

But the bank manager shot him causing Grumpy to collapse, stunned at the lead he had been told not to be expected. The bank manager reloaded but he was out of ammo. He tried again, with only an empty click of his effects. Hearing the foretelling click Miss Floppers stood up and fired a stream of bullets from the sub-machine pistol in her hands. Striking him between the legs. The skunk fell, struggling in vain stay.

Miss Floppers slowly lowered her pistol and stared at him.

"Where did you learn to count?" Grumpy asked increasingly, after he was back on his feet, not too pleased from getting a wounded shoulder.

He then ran off, eager to check on the Vault team they seemed to be taken awfully long.

Grumpy staggered into the room, still reeling from the blast to his shoulder. When he came in, he saw Sad using a stethoscope on the vault while moving his hand in the dial.

Seeing Grumpy, Sad informed him. " they wired the vault to five thousand bolts. What kind of a bank does that?"

"Mob bank." Grumpy answered, "I guess the Anti Fiona is crazy as they say." Looking around he noticed someone is missing. "Where's the alarm guy?"

"Boss told me when the guy is done, I should take him out." Sad turned a few cranks. "One last share, right?" As the vault door popped open.

Grumpy looked up quickly. "Funny... she told me something similar."

Sad's eyes widened from the covering of his mask. "Wait. No, don't-"

Grumpy shoots him in the back of his head. Shoving the corpse aside, Grumpy ran in the vault. Opening a bag, he began shoving so much money inside as possible. A few trips downstairs later, five bags full with millions of dollars waited in the lobby, with Miss Floppers and Grumpy pulling them up to go.

Grumpy breathed. " that's a lotta money. If this Anti-Fiona girl was so smart, she'd bring us a bigger car." He clicked his pistol, and Miss Floppers turned around slowly to fix it against her. "I'm bettin' the Anti Fiona told you to kill me soon as we loaded the cash.

Miss Floppers remained silent for a moment as she looked at her watch. "No, no, no. I killed the bus driver." She edged to his right, oh wait from the main aisle of the lobby.

"Bus driver?" Grumpy took a step to his right into the main aisle. Miss Floppers didn't reply, instead taking another step away. "What bus driver,"

Suddenly the wall exploded behind him, Grumpy turned in time to the back compartment of a large school bus, rushed out, and hit him in the face. Flying backwards, he collapsed to the floor. Miss Floppers, pleased that her ride had come just in time.

The bank patrons all stared, shocked, and wide-eyed at the new hole in the wall of the bank.

The bus driver wearing a clown mask, leaped out of the back. "School's out, time to go! Cat not getting up, is he?"

Miss Floppers didn't respond, she turned and grabbed the bags and passed it to him while he put them inside the school bus.

"That's a lotta money."

When some of the bags were on the bus driver began to ask. "What happened to the rest of the guys?"

Miss Floppers responded with a blast of machine-gun fire, killing the driver. Grabbing the last bag, she threw it in the back and started to get in, but was interrupted by a remark sputtered out by someone behind her.

"You think you're smart, huh?" Turning around, Miss Floppers saw the Insurance bank manager who called her out. He began strutting over, listening to the rest of the monologue. "Well, the guy that hired you will just do the same thing." The old skunk began to chuckle mockingly. "Oh, criminals in this town used to believe in things. Honor... respect.."

Miss Floppers didn't say anything but instead, she went towards him as she reached into her back pocket.

"Look at you! What do you believe in, huh?! What do you believe-" the bank manager didn't finish his sentence, as his mouth was slid with tear gas.

Miss Floppers leaned down very close to the bank manager and whispered. "I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you a.."

She then lifted off his mask, allowing the bank manager to see her face.

Her face looks exactly like Fiona Fox, same red hair, same red and cream fur. But her eyes were dark blue, the top of her head had a yellow bow with black polka dots.

She leaned in close and finished her statement. "...Stranger."

The bank manager started to feel fear towards her.

The fox robber smiled a ghastly grin before she leaped towards the bus.

As the last surviving robber walked away, the bank manager took notice of the tear gas in his mouth, then a thread which led from the pin. Following it, he traced it all the way to the fox, who climbed onto the bus after she tossed the shotgun inside that she picked up. Close the bus back door and lock it, as she jumped into the driver's seat.

As soon as the robber drove the bus away, the pin pulled as the grenade let loose of the gas.

The bank manager realized that he had just come face-to-face with the Anti Fiona.

To be continued.