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Chapter 3: Secret Plans

"Come, Manson! We have not a moment to waste!"

"Ugh, where are we going, BearFrog?" asked Turtle as he struggled to keep pace with the agile man.

"The docks. Moriarty is supposed to be meeting someone there in fifteen, no wait-" said BearFrog as he looked down at his watch, "eleven minutes."

"But…BearFrog…" panted Turtle, "Couldn't we simply take a cab?"

"It'll be much faster this way my friend, I assure you!"

Soon the duo arrived at the docks, Manson sweaty and out of breath, BearFrog as keen and intent as ever. They began to walk slowly to their destination, creeping quietly on the creaky wood. Then BearFrog swiftly moved to the side of Warehouse 49 and craned his head over the side and motioned for Turtle to come to him slowly. He did so and stood behind BearFrog, watching Moriarty and a mysterious man in a black tuxedo make a deal.

"Do you have the papers?" asked Moriarty in a raspy voice.

"Right here in my hands," said the young blonde as he looked down at the suitcase he was holding. "Do you have the money?"

Moriarty, as old and wrinkled as ever, lifted up his briefcase with one hand and tapped on it with his walking stick.

"Enjoy those documents, Professor. My client went through a lot of trouble to get those for you. Cheerio!" said the blonde as he walked past him, laughing evilly.

"Alright Manson, here's the plan: I'll tackle Moriarty and you'll grab the briefcase when he comes around this way," Said BearFrog as he saw his enemy walking slowly in their direction.

Closer and closer Moriarty walked towards them, taking his dear sweet time. This was is it. This was BearFrog's chance to finally stop the King of Crime, Professor James Moriarty the second. BearFrog waited patiently for the villain to walk on that right plank, for him and his sidekick to jump out and cuff the bastard once and for all.

"Hello, Mr. BearFrog!!" yelled Jade from behind them.

BearFrog slowly froze and turned around to face Jade, with a most annoyed look on his face.

"Shh!!" he yelled.

"Yes, Mr. BearFrog."

BearFrog turned around to see that Moriarty was gone. His eyes remained emotionless at this. He turned around to his friends and calmly said, "Duck."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets blasted out of Moriarty's walking stick and the trio ducked for cover. BearFrog quickly took out his pistol and stood up, shooting at Moriarty and yelled "Plan B!!"

There was of course no "Plan B", but it just worked for the moment. Manson helped guide Jade to safety whilst BearFrog entered a gun fight with Moriarty, who was swift and agile for a person of any age. His speed was astonishing, but so was BearFrog's. They both avoided the bullets that the other one shot at them.

"I should have expected you, detective!" yelled Moriarty as he blasted another shot.

BearFrog decided to take aim at a smaller target: Moriarty's arm. If he could get that briefcase then he would be able to at least stop whatever scheme Moriarty had planned this time. Bang! Miss.

"Damnit!" yelled BearFrog.

"Are you okay, Jade?" asked Manson as he took out a handkerchief and wiped Jade's face.

"I am fine. Why is Mistor BearFrog sh-shooting that man?" she asked.

"That man is Professor James Moriarty, the leader of the largest organized crime ring in the world. His evil genius is unmatched, and he is an expert sharpshooter and fencer."

"Wha?"

"He's a bad man."

"Oh."

BearFrog got a skim of a shot against his left shoulder. It hurt like hell, but he wasn't about to let a little flesh wound ruin his fight. Swish! A bullet went right through Moriarty's hat, blowing it off.

"Meh. Better than nothing, I guess…"BearFrog said to himself.

"What is that boox he is holding?" asked Jade as she pointed at the briefcase.

"Why, that is a briefcase. It contains something very important which we must obtain lest we want him to gain even more power."

"Huh?"

"We want the briefcase so we can stop him."

"Oh! That simple!"

Jade, kneeling on the ground in preparation, charged forward towards Moriarty unexpectedly. The man did not see her coming, for she was both fast and an anomaly. Swish! She quickly grabbed the briefcase away from Moriarty and returned to Manson.

"What the-!?" gasped Moriarty as he turned. He looked at Jade in absolute rage and raised his walking stick towards her. "You! You're dead!"

Bang!

"Argh!" yelled Moriarty as he grabbed his right arm. He looked to see BearFrog's pistol smoking. He was still in shooting stance, with no emotion on his face. Suddenly, a grin appeared.

"Ugh! You!!" yelled Moriarty as he lifted his walking stick towards BearFrog. Bang! Another shot, this time in the leg. It looked as if BearFrog had finally captured him this time. Then the helicopter appeared.

With machine-gun bullets zooming out of the helicopter (BearFrog silently cursed the government for getting rid of the assault weapons ban) BearFrog had to duck for cover and Moriarty limped over to the ladder. He slowly climbed it as it rose in the air, away from the fighting. In a matter of minutes Moriarty was out of sight.

"Damnit! Damn it at all to hell!" yelled BearFrog. He began screaming profanity at the top of his lungs.

"Mr. Manson, what do those words mean?" asked Jade.

"Well, let's just say he's a little upset, Jade." He responded.

"I was so close, I could taste it!! Ugh!! Next time you will be mine Moriarty!! You will be mine!!"

"I think someone needs a smoke." Suggested Turtle.

"I think someone needs to shut the hell up!"

"Easy now, buddy. We have to look at the positives. Look at what we got from him," Said Turtle as he pointed at Jade, holding the briefcase.

"By jove!" yelled BearFrog as he ran up to the briefcase and examined it with his magnifying glass. "This may lead up to the person trading with Moriarty! If we find them, we can find out how they contacted Moriarty! We may be able to slip into his secret society! Come, let us return to Baker Street and examine this fine piece of evidence!"

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"No, trust me, it's really good. Try some," Vice president John Mazz said as he wrapped some spaghetti around his fork and shoved in gently in front of Cyber B's face. Again, she shifted her head away. It was not that she was simply full, but it seemed as if the office romance wasn't turning out too good.

"What's wrong, Cyber?" he asked.

"Nothing…I'm just full…" she said, facing him with a smile.

"Cyber, you know I've been stressed out recently with work and all."

"I know…"

"I've tried my best to be romantic with you, to keep our dates, but sometimes my schedule-"

"Doesn't allow for it." They said in unison.

"Cyber, it's much too difficult to be the vice president and be on the dating scene."

"Then why don't you say it already?" asked Cyber, tears forming in her eyes, ready for the devastating words.

"Cyber…"

"Cyber, I can't be with you anymore…", she thought to herself. This was the last date she and John would ever go on. She would miss him, but refused to show tears in front of him. That would make it only harder on him, who must give up love for work.

Then the unexpected happened. John got kneeled down like a knight in shining armor and took out a small box. He opened it up and held it up in the air to show Cyber. It was a beautiful diamond ring, and it glowed in the light just like Cyber's face.

"Cyber, will you marry me?"

"Oh, John! Yes! Yes!!"

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"This is by far the stupidest idea the administration has ever come up with," Kermit, Secretary of Arts and Literature, grumbled.

"Oh, honestly Kermit, you're just worried about what the Demobobs will think about you after this. You think you'll lose that nomination!" laughed Migo, All Star of Fan Fiction.

"But man, they want us to create a library dedicated to Boblican literature! This is about as low a blow I could deal to my fellow Demobobs!"

"Well then switch parties, why don't ya? The Boblicans love you and the Demobobs hate you."

"But I HATE the Boblican party."

"Hey guys, let's stop the partisan hackery and get back to making the best damn library ever!" yelled BBF, All Star of Technology and staunch Boblican.

"Were it not for BBF, Sith, Cyber, Blanje, Jester, Shalashaska, IHB, Jag3k, John, and Rocky I would hate EVERYONE in the Boblican party."

"Dude, that's almost the entire administration," said Migo.

"Really? Hm…Got any forms for me to switch parties?"

"Sure, but consider the benefits the Socialist Agenda offers."

"Pffh. Yeah, I'll do that right after listening to the Progressive Party."

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"You know, it's a good time to be a Boblican comic in Neptune Circle. Am I right? Am I right people?" StevenGuy asked the crowd as he talked in his usual boisterous tone. They applauded his comments as he walked along with his mic.

"You know the Demobobs are so easy to make fun of. They primaries are in two months and yet they have come up with no major candidates. Honestly, the last time I saw this happen was when they were looking for people to produce Gigli."

The crowd laughs at the film reference and StevenGuy gives a faint laugh. It's a good time to be conservative.

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"WHAT? What do you mean they took the plans from Moriarty?! Get those plans back!! What? His men are trying to get them, too? I don't care how it happens but make sure BearFrog doesn't figure out where those files came from!!"

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Ring! Ring!

The man in the black trench-coat swiftly picked up the phone, allowing his jacket to whirl while he did so. His black cowboy hat and bandana over his face his all features but his eyes.

"Hello?" he asked.

Click.

The person on the other line hung up.

"Damn you, Blessranger and your prank calls!"

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The trio had arrived back at 221A Baker Street and quickly entered the study and put the briefcase on the central table. BearFrog examined it with his magnifying glass. He nodded his head solemnly every once and a while, as if he was gaining clues by just examining the outside.

"Why he not open box?" asked Jade.

"That's just how BearFrog is. He doesn't do things the way regular people do. But, he always gets his man." Replied Manson.

"Then why he not get bad man?" asked Jade.

"Uhh..." sweated Turtle, struggling to come up with an answer.

"Because he too thinks differently." BearFrog said as he zoomed in on a certain scratch in the brand new suitcase.

After about thirty minutes of watching BearFrog examine the outside of the suitcase, Jade and Turtle got bored and headed off to their beds, while BearFrog examined every miniscule inch of that thing before opening it.

Then, after hours of work, he opened up the briefcase to find the secret plans Moriarty had wanted so badly…

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"Thank you, thank you all." Said Shalashaska as he waved to the crowd of people, after giving a speech in the conference room.

Walking into the back room, a member of his staff handed him a folder. He looked it over with an evil smile and closed the file. Everything was going as planned.