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After being arrested numerous times when attempting to flee the country, Harley managed to get back to the Girl Scout lair.
"How much money did we make?" asked Harley, forgetting that they hadn't sold any cookies.
"Well, according to my calculations, after being charged for our overnight stay in the city jail, we made around negative 400.50 dollars!" said Camden, throwing his sidekick at Lily, who began to draw on it.
"Oh, well, 'a penny saved is a penny earned'!" said Harley, trying to look on the bright side of things.
"That didn't make any sense." said Julia.
"But I love Ben Franklin! He's a hotty." said Harley, who didn't know who Ben Franklin really was. "He's the one on the front of the penny, right?"
Ellen gave Harley a sideways glance. "No. You don't know much about American History, do you?"
"What's an America?" Harley asked, feeling a little confused at these strange names.
"Oh, nothing." said Mary, pulling out another one of her sandwiches. Kelly slapped the sandwich out of Mary's hand, causing the peanut butter inside to splatter on the motel wall. Harley stared at in awe for a few seconds before hit with an idea that felt like a ton of bricks. Actually, it was May trampling him to lick the peanut butter off the wall. The idea came after he had regained conciseness.
"We should rent a place for our Elevendy-5th Annual Girl Scout Square Dance! And decorate it with all my favorite colors!" Harley said, pushing May to the floor to further examine the half-eaten sandwich.
"Hey Camden, do you know of any good places we can lease for our dance?" asked May politely, wiping away the extra peanut butter.
"Well, there is this one place I go to on Saturdays." said Camden, thinking hard. "But I don't know where it is."
May pulled out a gun and aimed it at Harley.
"Tell me where your place is, or I'll shoot." said May, who would probably shoot Harley anyways. She had taken many self defense classes in preschool.
Harley screamed, cracking the only window in the motel room and causing severe brain damage to Amy, who still had all her brain cells.
"I LEFT THE OVEN ON!!!" he screamed, pushing May to the floor and grabbing the gun out of her hand. He skipped over to the microwave and ripped off the door, revealing a new batch of "cookies", as Harley would say. Last time he had made cookies the FBI was called in to investigate and the head of the North Korean Nuclear Program was brought over to take the cookies back to France.
Harley put the cookies on the floor and turned to the refrigerator to find something else to add while fighting Lily away from the cookies so that they wouldn't become her new canvas.
"Hummm." he said, looking at the empty tuna cans and cat food; the only food he had at the moment. "The cookies need something else…" Looking around the room, he noticed May's little brother looking in the broken window that was spattered with blood. Harley smiled.
"I'll be back girlies!" said Harley, as he ran out the door. Max was looking for his broken glasses that had been shattered by Harley's voice.
"Hey kiddo, you wanna help me with some baking?" asked Harley, kneeling down because he was freakishly tall and Max is like three feet tall.
"Um…I think I'd have to ask my mom okay never mind! I love cookies!" said Max, running into the motel room. He paused when he saw May being chewed on.
"Hi May! I'm a girl scout too!" said Max, jumping up and down like a crazy person before curling up in a ball on the floor. Harley looked at Max thoughtfully before taking May's gun that was still in his hand and pointing it at Max and taking off the safety.
"Get in the microwave." said Harley, smiling sweetly at Max, who was on his feet and running to his fate.
"NOOOO!" yelled May, tackling Max while still wearing the soda fountain. "He's my brother you freak! Not some ingredient for your cookies!"
Max shook his head and pushed May off of him.
"But I must obey." said Max seriously, putting a foot in the microwave.
"No!" said Harley, pointing the gun back at Max. "Maxwell will give us the directions to that Chinese karaoke bar that Camden goes to on Saturdays."
Camden looked confused. "How did you know I go there?" he asked, feeling personally offended at the fact that he couldn't keep secrets.
"I have my ways," said Harley, pointing the gun at the door. He himself used to work at the place when he was a kid and still went there every so often to dazzle the audience with his versions of "Harleylicious", which leaving his pokemon with one of the drunks in the corner. "Let's go." he said, handing the keys over to Danielle before jumping in his mini van and buckling himself into his carseat.