"Boxcars? Boxcars wake up." Deuce's small hands were pushing at the side of Boxcars' stomach. He grumbled something and got up.
"What the fuck Deuce what!" Boxcars was obviously anger at Deuce for waking him up. He swung his feet to the side of his bed, sitting up while rubbing his sleepy eyes open.
"It's morning time!" Deuce said joyfully. "Time to have breakfast together! It's the most important meal of the day ya know!" Deuce walked joyfully out of Boxcars' room and to the kitchen with the others.
Boxcars could never stay mad at that little fella. Deuce was always the nicest member of the crew. But he still can pack a punch with that table leg he has.
Boxcars got out of bed and put on his collar shirt. It was gray with a little heart on each tip of the collar. He slipped on his pants and socks and went out to the kitchen.
Everybody was there like usually on Sunday mornings. Slick would be sitting at the table reading the newspaper, Droog would be making breakfast, and Deuce would be helping him. Boxcars always slept in on Sundays, making Deuce waking him up when breakfast is about ready. It was the usual route that everybody did.
There wasn't really much to worry about the Felt on Sundays, but they have been getting some important information about them lately.
"So Snowman's trying to recruit another member huh," Slick said. "Makes sense since we killed her best guy heheh. Cans was so dumb."
"Yeah, but this ain't a normal recruit," Droog said flipping a pancake.
"Oh? How come,"
"Snowman's trying to recruit a female." Slick almost spit his coffee on Droog for a moment.
"Oh great," said Slick, "now what, is she gonna replace all of her members with girls so we can't punch'em!"
"Maybe," Boxcars chuckled as he sat down. Slick just growled and whipped the newspaper up to cover his face. Boxcars smirked. He liked messing with Slick. About everybody liked messing with him. But not Deuce, Slick usually scares him and comes a running for Boxcars. But Boxcars made sure Deuce would never get hurt by anyone, not even his own members were allowed to hurt him with getting a wallop from him. He's very protective over Deuce; very attached to him too.
Droog finished making everything and everybody chowed down on their breakfast. Droog and Boxcars were usually the ones who cooked for the crew. Slick would have sauce or something not food all over the walls, and Deuce can't be trusted to be alone in the kitchen without blowing it up in their. The dude's cute, but dangerous too.
After everyone's done eating, they would gather in the living room and watch the news for something. If nothing suspious was happening they would change the channel and slouch around for about the rest of the day. But something unusal happened today.
"It has been said that three green men and a black women burglerized the town bank last night," The news person said on the tv. "The clerks check the cell afterwards from the burglery and only found two hundred dollars missing from the system."
"What!" Slick was suprised to this. "Why would they steal two hundred dollars and leave?" Slick was very confused why Snowman would steal only a few hundred and leave. There was something strange going on now.
"Maybe they didn't plan on takin' all the money," Deuce said.
"That just might be right Deuce," Droog said. "Something else is happening behind the curtains of this act." Everyone just stared at Droog when he said that. "What? Did I say something?"
"Ya watch too much mystery series, ya know," Boxcars said. "And books of them too."
"Well at least I don't keep my porn and love stories up on a shelf for everybody to see," Droog said. Boxcars face went red, but then he snarled at him.
"Why I gotta-!" Boxcars just began to roll up his sleeves when Slick jumped in.
"Ok ok, guy!" Slick got inbetween them and pushed them apart, "No fighting about romance 'n' mystery shit right now ok! We got bigger things on our hands right now." Droog and Boxcars backed off. Droog just straighten his tie and sat back down. Boxcars pushed his sleeves back down and sat back on the couch grumpily. Deuce got up on Boxcars and cuddled with him. He rubbed Deuce's head and hugged him.
"Ok, here's the plan," said Slick standing infront of everybody, "After sunset, we're gonna go to felt manor and see whats going on. Each of us are gonna split up to get some info. Got it?" Everybody nodded yes. "Good. For now, make your stuff is ready by then. We get to relax for awhile until then."
It was getting near sunset. Everybody was getting too go. Deuce made a fresh batch of dynamite just in case, Slick sharpened his knifes, Boxcars also sharpened his axes and wrapped his hands up just in case he lost or broke his axe, and Droog just showered and got dressed. More simple process for him than the others.
"All right guys lets move!" Slick yelled. Everybody left the house and got in the car. They drove off down the road to the felt manor to solve this mystery. But of course, the time flies fast and someone gets in trouble or messes up the operation.
"Boxcars, Boxcars do you read me," Droog was trying to get to Boxcars. "Would you fucking answer me I got Stitch tied up,"
"Well I got some problems too, I got Itchy messin' with me," Boxcars swung his axe and missed Itchy again.
"You missed me again fatso!" Itchy teased.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH I'LL CUT YA IN HALF!" Boxcars started to swing his axe around violently.
"Oh boy," Droog sighed and went over to Stitch.
"Ok bud, why did you guys only steal two hundred from the bank today," Droog tipped the chair back to scare Stitch.
"I ain't gonna tell you anything bud nothin' can pry my mouth open about it," Stitch said fearlessly. Droog "hmph" and grabbed his cuestick. He slapped Stitch a couple times with it then stopped.
"Why did you steal two hundred dollars from the bank this morning!" Droog demanded.
Stitch coughed a little and then said "I'll never tell you!" Droog knew Stitch wasn't gonna crack. Unless, a little persuading, perhaps?
Droog then leaned in closer to Stitch, making him feel uncomfortable. Droog started to slide his fingers down from his shoulder to the waistline of his pants. He smirked at Stitch and then pull at them.
"A-Alright I'll tell you!" Stitch said, "We stole some money because Snowman wanted me to have materials for a suit for when we finally recruited a lady for the group ok! Just please stop the seducing! I'm not gay for pete sake!" Droog got off him and grabbed his radio.
"Slick, you hear me?" Droog said into the radio.
"What is it Droog, I got Die messin' with me," Slick answered.
"I found out what the money was for,"
"Well go on! Tell me! Whats it for!"
"It's for materials for the suit of the new recruit,"
"Have they found one yet?"
"No, not yet,"
"Ok, I'll get Deuce and you get Boxcars. We can leave this dump now," Slick ended the transmission on the radio and just walked away from Die. Die just stood there confused until Slick turned around quickly and stabbed him.
"Eheh, thought I was leaving ya stabless weren't ya," Slick slyly said. Die just moaned and coughed.
Droog left Stitch in his sewing room and looked for Boxcars. Suddenly he saw Itchy running down the hall, limping fast since he had cuts in his leg. Boxcars was just behind him, yelling like an angry barbarian and swearing at him for insulting him. Droog stuck out his hand, stopping Boxcars. He looked at Droog confusionly while the axe was still above his head.
"We're done here Boxcars, we can go home," Droog said.
Boxcars smiled in relief and put down the axe. The both of them started to walk to the enterance until they heard someone running behind them. They saw Slick holding Deuce with a grim smile on his face.
"I'd better get out of here if I were you," Slick ran out the door quickly. Droog and Boxcars looked at each other worriedly and started running too. As soon as they reached the streets a side of the manor blew up. Droog and Boxcars looked at Slick and Deuce. The both of them smiling deviously, then smiled too.
"Well today was fun huh boss," Deuce asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, sure was buddy," Slick put down Deuce and all of them started walking down the street together.
Deuce always had Boxcars hold his hands walking down the street. He always thought of Boxcars as his big brother. Boxcars felt the same way too about Deuce. Slick and Droog were almost like an angry couple. Sometimes Boxcars wonders if there's been something up between those too. But it didn't matter as long as everybody was together.
After a few blocks down Boxcars remembered something. He quickly whispered to Droog and Slick and started down an alley that lead to the other side of the block.
"What's Boxcars' doin' ?" Deuce asked.
"He's just pickin' up something," said Slick, "he'll be back home soon Deuce, I promise ya that." He then picked up Deuce and put him on his shoulders. Droog smiled at him and Slick smiled back.
Boxcars finally come out the other end of the alley. He started looking around for the shop and found it just across the street. He hurried along and went inside.
"Welcome back Boxcars," the friendly clerk said.
"Hey Robbie," Boxcars said back. "Do ya got that gift done? His birthday's gettin' close ya know."
Robbie chuckled and said "It's all done. Just finished it yesterday." He put the box on the counter. Boxcars looked at it cheerfully and pull out his money.
"Thanks Rob. How much do I owe ya fer it," Boxcars said.
"Oh don't worry about it just take it. Don't wanna keep the lil' fella waiting any longer." Robbie pushed the box forward toward Boxcars. He looked at Robbie amazed and greatful.
"Thanks bud," he said taking the box and heading toward the door. "I'll make sure to tip ya next time when I come."
"See you around!" Robbie waved at him good bye as he left.
As Boxcars closed the door, he was pratically dancing down the street with joy. He couldn't wait till Deuce opened this up. He really hoped he would like it. It took him forever to think of what to get him.
He looked at his watch and noticed how late it was. He didn't know he wasted that much time. He quickly ran for the alley before any cars hit him. When he finally reached the alley he leaned against the brick wall huffing.
"Well isn't it Mr. Hearts," a mysterious voice called. Boxcars looked up and saw Crowbar.
"What are ya doin' here," he asked gruntly, and slid the box into his coat
"Just to finish a debt,"
"A debt fer wa- OOF!" Boxcars was suddenly given an upper cut from someone. He fell to his knees coughing. He looked up and saw it was Quarters who did it. Then Matchsticks appeared beside Crowbar.
"The debt for blowing up part of our manor," Crowbar said. "So we came for the payback." Crowbar deviously smiled and snapped his fingers, signaling Quarters and Matchsticks to pin Boxcars against the wall. Boxcars tried to fight back but that upper cut just did something to him. Both of them slammed Boxcars into the wall, making his back ache. He saw Crowbar rolling up his sleeves a bit before hitting him. For a man smaller than Boxcars he sure can pack a punch.
"Hey what are ya doing to him!" an angry female voice echoed throught the alley. The guys looked around for where the voice came from.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Crowbar was nail in the face with a baseball bat. He fell to the ground with a bloody cheek. Quarters and Matchsticks dropped Boxcars to help Crowbar out. Boxcars fell hard on the concrete and hurt his hands and knees. He looked to the side and saw a dark figure.
"It ain't nice to hurt others!" the female punched Matchsticks in the mouth and wacked Quarters on the back of his head with that baseball bat again. They hurried up to pick up Crowbar and got the fuck out of there away from that crazy baseball bat bitch. As soon as they drove away the lady rushed over to Boxcars.
"Are you ok! They were punchin' ya pretty good," the lady wiped the blood from his mouth with her fingerless glove. Boxcars just moaned in pain. He was feeling dizzy and tired from what just happened. He just closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Hello? Hello!" the lady was now frantic of if he was still alive. She held his wrist to check his heart beat and was relieved to find him still alive. "I can't leave him here like this," the woman pulled him up and put his arm around her shoulder. "Man your heavy," she said, and then walked away from the scene of the fight.