Ain't I Just Despicable?
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Chapter 4: Direction AND Magnitude
At another side of town, the three girls who stopped by Sheldon's house earlier were now on their way home. These three girls were a tall black-haired girl in casual clothes with a somewhat dour expression on her face. The other, who was currently splashing around in the puddles down by the gutters, had short blonde hair tied into pigtails and a blue blouse; while the youngest was surprisingly a purple-haired unicorn with a pink stripe with a plushie riding on top of her back as she pulled the wagon of cookies by her teeth.
"Sally! Stop it!" the eldest of the three groaned as the water splashed against her.
"What? I'm just walking." Sally retorted to her sister, Karin. Soon, the group reached a building known as Diane's Home for Orphaned Girls.
"Hi, Diane! We're back!" the girls chimed as the caretaker, a brown-haired portly woman turned out to greet them.
"Oh, hello there girls," she greeted warmly.
"Did anyone come by to place an adoption for us while we were out?" Sweetie Belle (the unicorn) asked innocently.
"Let me think..." Diane said before her expression turned into a serious scowl. "NO." The girls nervously recoiled back, even as Sally placed a mound of mud onto Diane's desk. "Sally! What did you just put on my desk?"
"It's a mud pie." Sally answered earnestly.
"You're never gonna get adopted doing things like this, you know that, right?"
"Yes..." Sally sighed sadly.
"So, how did it go? Did we meet our quotas for today?" Diane asked.
"Well, sort of." Karin stated. "Although we were a little behind on the Coco-Nutties being sold."
"You're making it sound like it was a great sales day." Diane started before her voice raised itself into a perfect scream. "Look at my face! Do you still think it's been a good sales day? I think we can do better; that is, if you'd rather stay in the Box of Shame for the night. Now go and clean something of mine."
"Gotcha, Diane." the girls sighed in defeat.
The next morning, as Sheldon was driving over to the bank, he picked up his phone to hear a call from his mother.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on stealing the pyramids, dear. Unless whoever did steal it is someone who'*s actually, y'know, successful." she snarked.
"Just so you know, I'm about to do something very important. When you hear about it, you'll be proud of me." Sheldon rebuked.
"Hah! Good luck with that," his mother scoffed before hanging up. In this time, Sheldon reflected on his childhood dream about going to the moon as he arrived at the bank waiting for an appointment with Justin Hammer: a renowned villainous businessman.
Sitting down, he was soon joined by a bulbous-headed young man working on an invention of his.
"Hi there. I'm applying for a new villain loan. My name's Mandark, but you can call me 'Vector'." he said as he introduced himself to a less than enthusiastic Sheldon. "It's a mathematical term; a quality represented by an arrow measuring direction and magnitude. Because, I too, am commuting crimes with direction AND magnitude!"
"Yeah. Not really interested." Sheldon responded.
"At least check out my new Pirahna Gun, will you?" Mandark begged as he demonstrated his gun by firing out a pirahna from it, sending it skidding around the floor and nipping at their feet.
"Sheldon? Mr. Hammer will see you now." the teller announced.
"I'm leaving now," Sheldon said as he paced himself further away from the overly enthusiastic wannabe villain.
"I'll be waiting!" Mandark responded as he slid around trying to grab his ammo fish.
Another chapter down the pipeline. Remember to review, and the next update will be coming as soon as I am able to find time to do so.