Author Note: I'm sorry for the long gap between the updates. My wireless internet had been acting unstable. One minute it would be working, the next it would disconnect. The problem has now been fixed, so expect updates to come sooner now.
Chapter 6: Theft Night
"Bentley, do you ever stop complaining? We're almost there." The two had successfully managed to steal every present from the orphanage and had been hauling it towards Fraley's shop in wagon loads. They were on their seventh trip to his place.
"I'm tired, it's 3:30 in the morning, and that old paranoid Fraley has turned my shirt brown with his tobacco juice!" Every trip they made to the pawnshop always ended with Fraley missing the juice can and his spit hitting Bentley instead. "And before that I had to take part in group study with a nerd who kept talking about PnP role playing games!"
"You think you have it bad? I was forced to take part in group study with a klutzy love maniac and a fat hippo who could chomp down the Taj Mahal in under five minutes if he was hungry enough!" Sly still remembered the splitting headache he got from listening to a lunatic refer to everything he did as romantic, and the constant crunching of the seemingly limitless amount of chips the new kid had.
"Besides," Sly said while throwing a glance back at Bentley, "This is the last load. We're almost done."
Bentley sighed with annoyance. "God, I hope so. I'm way too fatigued to keep this walking up any longer."
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Twenty minutes later and they were inside Fraley's place. "God bless, boy! This is the seventh load! How much more do you have left!?"
"This is the last load."
"Your plan was a good one, Cooper! Nothing but high quality jewelry!" He was inspecting every item with a magnifying glass, and would jot down how much he would buy it for on a piece of paper when he was done analyzing it.
"You think that's impressive? Get a load of this." Sly reached into his backpack, and, to Bentley's surprise and horror, pulled out Mr. Mendez's solid gold golf trophy. "I've had my eye on this baby for a while now. Should fetch a rather large and shiny penny."
"Good goobly goo! Where'n the blue Hell did you get that!?" Fraley grabbed it from Sly, and began going over it with a critical eye.
"Stole it from-"
"Mr. Mendez," Bentley interrupted. "Sly, are you crazy!? He'll murder you if he finds out that you're behind this! You've just sealed your fate-" Fraley missed again, and his spit hit Bentley in the back of the head. "DARN IT!!!"
"Boy, you shouldn't stand so damned close to the juice jar," Fraley muttered. All of a sudden a loud knocking was heard at the door.
"That's strange. The sign outside says closed. I wonder..." Fraley walked to the window and peeked out. "IT'S THEM!!!"
His scream startled Bentley, causing him to step back and trip over the juice jar. All of its contents spilled out onto his legs. "Yuck!"
Sly held back his laughter and asked, "What's wrong, Fraley? Who is it?"
"It's them! They've returned! Quick, go behind the counter and toss me my boomstick! Afterwards, go down into the basement and protect my ancient brandy with your lives!"
"W-wait a minute," Sly interrupted. "You mean those robed guys who clamor for your alcohol are real!? You didn't make that story up!?"
"No time for questions, Cooper! Now toss me my damned boomstick!"
After tossing Fraley his boomstick, Sly and Bentley ran down into Fraley's basement to protect his ancient brandy.
"HOLY COW!!!"
"What is it, Sly?"
"This brandy really is ancient. It dates back to the 1100's! This is probably worth so much money you could trade it for the Taj Mahal! Straight up awesome-"
A loud gunshot interrupted Sly, followed by two more. All was silent except for some colorful choice words being yelled out by Fraley.
Sly and Bentley walked back up to the main floor, and saw that Fraley had shot his door all to pieces. A car was seen driving away with shot out windows. Fraley was cussing up a storm because he had "missed everyone of those robed brandy theft pigs."
"Um...Fraley-"
"I'm not in the mood for it, Sly. Come back in a few days, and I'll have your money. Now get on out o' here. I gotta get a new door put up"
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Sly and Bentley were finally back at the orphanage, getting ready to call it a night. "He seemed pretty mad..." Bentley muttered.
"I imagine most people would be mad if they destroyed their front door while not destroying a single burglar."
Excepting Sly's logic, Bentley lay down and fell asleep instantly.
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Mr. Mendez was the first to wake up the next morning. He entered his office, preparing to polish his prized golf trophy before starting the day. However, instead of a trophy, his eyes fell on a blue card that resembled a thief's face of some sort. He realized that his trophy had been stolen during the night. His left eye began twitching madly, and his face twisted into a nasty scowl. "First I get shot at by a crazy junk collector, and now...F-f-f-f-f-f-f-FUUU-" His scream of anger was so loud that it woke up everybody in the orphanage. Some kids were scared terribly, others were amazed by the new, amusing word they had just heard. Sly smiled smugly and went back to sleep.
