Sorry, I had to change the rating because there might be some character death and violence.
Chapter 3: Bentley call Murray
Tied to a chair in the Employees Only room on the second floor, Bentley only had one chance of getting out. He had to call Murray. If his calculations were correct, Murray would be boarding the plane to China in an hour. Luck was finally with him, since Murray had the device that Bentley could call him on. The state-of-the-art Binocucom. He was hardly able to get it out of his pocket, and even harder to toss it a fair distance so that he could dial (with his nose) Murray's number. It was days like this when he wished he had speed dial. Anyway, so he was able to tip over and dial the number, and in seconds, contact Murray.
"Bentley? Is that you? What's wrong?" asked the perplexed hippo through the wire less connection.
"Murray! Thank heavens! Alright, you have time to kill right?"
"I do not kill Bentley. I thought you knew I left my violent part behind me."
"It's an expression Murray. It means do you have some free time?"
"Well, my plane doesn't leave for another 45 minutes…"
"Good enough. Listen
Murray, I'm in the Bollywood museum, tied to a chair on the second
story-"
"You're tied up? Four hours after Sly goes to jail
and you're already thieving again?"
"Well, not exactly. You see-"
"Bentley. I am separated from my half that helps you and Sly pull off heists. Now whatever mess you got yourself in, you'll have to solve yourself."
"No Murray! You don't understand! I was following this suspicious rat's trail and got discovered! When I went to find a blueprint, I ran into Carmelita and she hunted me down! Now I'm tied up while she goes to get reinforcements using the phone booth five blocks away since she forgot her cell phone! And if you don't hurray and save me, I'll go to jail like Sly and we'll both get hanged!"
Murray was startled at Bentley's point. He was going to lose his only friends if he didn't go. But in order to rescue Bentley and possibly Sly, he'd ruin his training and he'd become the destructive being he's been fighting for months. He turned to his binocucom, then his face painted hand. His gadget, and his palm. His friend, and his life.
Seconds later, Murray started to cry. He held up his Binocucom, and crushed it. That was the first destructive thing he had done for months. Then he turned away, and went to buy something to eat.
"Murray? MURRAY! Please don't hang up! No! Please no! NO!"
It was too late. Murray had failed him. There was nothing else he could do. All his gadgets were in the wheelchair, and he was running out of time. Unless…unless of course he could give himself more time by hiding, making them think that he got away! It was genius! Pure genius! As long as he could wiggle himself to his wheelchair…
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