Over the fence ch. 2

by

Mastermindhunter

They all looked around the crowded streets, and tried to stay together by holding hands, and not moving too far away, when they looked around. No wonder Marlene was so concerned about their safety. She was right it was scary. They felt scared, but at the same time, they felt sort of brave and alive. The humans all around them were now their own size. They were even taller than some of them. They had never seen any humans as tall as them. It felt kind of strange, but when they stared at all the humans, they didn't stare back. The humans just walked past them, not noticing their freaked out movements. This human look was sure enough the ultimate camouflage. Kowalski held a small notepad, and wrote down everything he saw around him.. How predictable, thought the others.

"Kowalski? I need you to think up a conditional identity for the four of us. If somebody asks, we might be caught off gaurd, so we need something we can all remember. If there's one thing that humans know, it's that a story can change depending on who tells it." Kowalski thought, and looked through his notebook. He was then drawing something down. He smiled and showed a picture of four humans which they guessed resembled their now human form.

"This is our identity. We are four brothers from out of town. We're on vacation, for a whole week, or three days. It depends on how much trouble we get into. As soon as our time is up, we all go back to wherever we came from simple as that." Skipper smiled at that option. It seemed to work so well. The other two would definitly remember. It was so simple, yet so genius.

"All right let me think of where we can go to stay for the week." He looked around, and started walking around like the other humans were. Granted their tuxedo attire, they looked just like normal people. Skipper stopped a young man, who was on the side walk. the young man almost tripped over himself, when Skipper was holding out his hand in a halting fashion. The man would have been insulted, had he not been staring at the four uniformed men infront of him. "Exuse me, New Yorker, do you know of any hotels where me and my . . . brothers would be welcomed to?" The human looked them up and down, like they were something out of a fancy restaraunt. All four of them looked just alike. He thought of what type of hotel they would be suited to.

"Uhh, well for four well dressed guys like you, I would suggest, the Sheraton New York hotel, and towers. Very classy place for a bunch of guys with taste like you all. It's got everything, fine dining, spa rooms, trust me you all look like you could earn a few massage treatments."

"Hmm sounds suitable. Wouldn't you say Private?" Private nodded his head in agreement. "Well then it's settled. Could you point us in the direction of that hotel?"

"Uhh yeah. Just follow this road, then turn right, onto fifth avenue. After that keep going till you see west 53rd street. Take a right at that street, Next turn left at 7th avenue. The exact adress is 811 7th avenue. If you hit the Sheraton Manhattan hotel, you've gone too far." Just like that, the young man dissappeared into the crowd of humans, as fast as he appeared.

"Did any of you boys get that?" They all shook their heads. Skipper might have been human, but he never learned to read. That counted road signs. Then he had an idea. He might not have been able to read, but taxi drivers sure knew where they were going.

The taxi's were everwhere. Skipper had, all but forgot how to hail a taxi. He watched as every taxi zoomed by. He had seen humans hail taxi's before, so how hard could it be? He was sure it was quite easy. A woman across from him walked right off the road, and jumped into one on the other side of the street. Wow it seemed easier than he thought. He walked a little distance off of the curb, and held his arm out to a few taxi's. Some had lights on top of their cars on, others were turned off. Some had lights on in the center, while others were on the side. A taxi with the lights on in the center stopped for him. They all very uniformingly got inside. Inside there was a slender looking man with a black goatee, and a dark green scally cap on. He took a glance at the four, then quickly looked back in the mirror, to see what he actually thought he saw. He then looked down, and pressed a button.

"Where to?" He grunted with a smile.

"The Sheraton New York hotel and towers, please sir." Private smiled. He nodded, and they taxi slowly cruised through the streets. The four smiled at each other, and sat back to relax, Rico was staring out the window, looking at all the different type of humans that passed. Some big and small. Some simple looking, others distinguished. Skipper was looking back at Rico, ponting his head away from the window. He frowned and slowly pulled his head back into the taxi.

"So where are you boys from? I know you're not from around here."

"Oh we're on vacation. We're just four brothers, taking a vacation here in New York for a week. You know. We want to see some nice places, and see what the big apple has to offer." Kowalski figited his new hands as he spoke. Through the rear view mirror, the taxi driver smiled. He raised an eyebrow, thinking of something the boys would like.

"I know this is probably a no, considering how you boys look, but do you guys like ice cream?" They all nodded, except Rico who had a big smile on his face. He hummed out an excited "Mmm Hmm." The taxi driver was quite surprised by their answer. "Oh well, my daughter works at an ice cream shop called the sweet cream factory, right here in Manhattan. This might sound wierd, but she's very friendly and she makes the best home made ice cream you all have ever had. If you all want to have any type of ice cream, you can bet she'll make it. Just call for Gwyneth, she makes it real good. It's right on this street, and in walking distance. " By then, they had reached the hotel's front entrance. They paid him, and walked out. It was huge.

Inside, the cieling was low, but the lobby's room was rather vast. As Kowalski, Private, and Rico were admiring the nice architecture, Skipper walked up to one of the counters. A rather tall woman with white hair was behind the counter. She had a black beauty mark, and seemed rather stuck up. She asked with a sneer, what the four boys wanted. They asked if they could book an expensive room. The woman gave them a presidential suite, on the 21st floor. She handed Skipper four key cards. He took them, with a smile.

"Thank you ma'am" Skipper said sweetly. The woman just rolled her eyes. Skipper snickered at the woman's coldness. He slipped into the elevator, and the four waited till they reached the 21st floor.

"Well this is the number on the key card." Kowalski looked at the key card, and slipped his into the slot. The light beeped green, and the door opened up to a room big enough for all four to lay down on. The room was one of the most elegant rooms they had ever seen. Even Skipper was astounded at this dazzling room. It had been not only a room, but more like an entire home. He could definitly stay here for a week. There were four beds, and each one was a full poster bed. This had to be the lap of luxery.

"All right this is what we're going to do. We're going to grab the equipment, tools, and whatever else Kowalski needs to rebuild the machine. After that we spend some time for ourselves, and each get a chance to do whatever it is we want to do. After about nine o clock, we head back here, and we all try to work on the machine a little bit every day. Does that make sense boys?" They all agreed it sounded pretty fair. It was about eleven o clock, and they still hadn't had anything to eat. They were starving, especially Rico, who was normally full with his weapons inside of him.

They went down to a soup restaraunt a few blocks away, and grabbed some pea soup, and a peanut butter sandwhich, with coffee. The soup was rather warm, and tasty. The peanut butter was actually so thick the boys needed to take a sip of their coffee in order for it to go down. After their quick meal, they went down to the hardware store to grab all their supplies, and tools. The hardware store was very big and spacious. There was wood, hammers, super glue. If Kowalski didn't know better, it was like they made a store specially made for him. After an hour, they fnally headed back to the hotel, with plastic bags in tow. When they headed back, they had all set each cog, nut, bolt, wire, and tool down on the huge dining table for Kowalski to mark each piece in accordance to his blueprints.

"Alright I think I'd like to take a break. I might get this done faster, since being a human has made my arms longer to reach things. Now I don't have to walk back and forth. I might be done faster than I thought. It's like Private never broke it." Skipper looked at it, and realized that he was right. Each piece was marked, and neatly placed on the table, for him to work with. He figured that it definitly could wait, and Kowalski could wait three days. There was seriously no rush. They were enjoying their time as humans.

Each one decided on which bed belonged to them. Private took the one that was closest to the door. Rico took the one that was up in the loft, so he could see eveything that happened. Skipper took the one that was right next to the window, and Kowalski took the one that was near the door next to the kitchen, where all his supplies were. Each one of them took thier black shiny shoes off, and relaxed on the beds. They felt super soft, and barely ever used. Each bed had a lamp on the bedside table. Inside was a tiny pad of paper and pencil. When they checked out the coffee table in the living room, there was a map of the areas around the hotel. It showed the ice cream shop, that the man in the taxi was talking about.