Yes, I know. Rouge is SEGA's and Harold, Stinky, and Sid belong to Craig and Nickelodeon.

Rouge and the Three Stooges (Harold, Stinky, and Sid): Too Easy

Ah, there they were right now. From where Rouge stood on the concrete sidewalk, she effortlessly spotted the boys with no difficultly for all three were in plain sight under the sizzling summer sun, the trio of knuckle-heads hovering around and whispering excitedly about whatever. Probably gawking all over the big-nosed kid's frog again...What did they call Big Nose again—Sid?

'Boys and their creepy-crawlies...' Rouge could not help sighing amusedly. Now all she needed next was to turn on the charm and sweet talk and...

"Why hello, boys...!" the Mobian bat chirped cheerily as she sauntered up to the preteens and waved a hand at them in friendly greeting.

Almost as if by some metaphorical switch, Harold, Stinky, and Sid snapped their attentions to the seductive lady bat before them and donned quite possibly the dopiest grins ever to have been donned by human beings...or by any beings in general.

'Bingo...! Instant putty...!' the snow-furred G.U.N. agent cheered internally.

Sid waved an eager hand, that chipper grin never leaving his face. "Boy howdy, Rouge, fancy seeing you here!"

His country companion nodded vigorously before adding his own two cents to the conversation. "Howdy, Miss Rouge...! Sure is a fine day, ain't it?"

Keeping in key with one's own act is essential, so Rouge plastered on her face the perfect frown of a devastated woman as she continued. "Yeah...listen, I lost some jewelry the other day, and I was hoping if you three could maybe help dear, little me get it back."

Harold crossed his arms and nodded haughtily. "Hey, sure, we find lost stuff all the time!"

Apparently that assurance had puzzled the heck out of Sid, though, since the kid queried his rotund leader with an unsure expression and a baffled "We do?"

Harold's glare, much to Rouge's unsurprised (though still secretly satisfied) gratitude, proved to be the only signal he needed. "I-I-I mean...what am I saying? Of course, we do!"

"See? We'll get your jewels back in no time," this plump preteen announced with an overconfident grin. It was almost shocking how smoothly that boy could snap from giddy to ticked and vice versa.

Rouge merely returned the expression, all the while mentally tsking at the unbelievable gullibility. Even Knuckles would have known better than these meatheads!

'Oh well, they are only kids...'

"Really...? Oh, you boys are just too sweet!" Okay, that comment might have been laying the compliments a bit thick there...but, hey, this bat had already gotten herself in this deep into her scheme. Might as well go all out...

All at once, the boys shyly looked away, lesser versions of their previous beams from before on their faces, as their cheeks suddenly reddened to the same shade of ripe tomatoes. Harold and Stinky both put their hands behind their backs, the latter rubbing a foot on the pavement. Sid had a hand in one of the pockets of his jeans as the other rubbed the back of his head. They all looked positively adorable in such a state of bashfulness!

Actually, that same bashfulness almost incited Rouge to rethink on her plan; she gave the ground a thoughtful frown as her hands went akimbo. Yes, they were only kids. At least when she manipulated folks like Knuckles and Amy—folks older than the Three Stooges, actually— some resistance came, positively guaranteed. Heck, getting such disgruntled reactions one of the Mobian bat most personally enjoyed hobbies sans hunting down priceless jewels. These three kids, however, fell for her faster than a ton of bricks! 'Hmm...maybe I oughta loosen up on the poor things...'

Luckily, though, the boys, in all their natural denseness, hadn't noticed her uncharacteristic hesitation. "So where do ya want us to start first?"

Rouge gave out a quick "hmm?" before realizing her tiny slip-up and catching herself fluently. "Oh well...," she smirked implicatively as she tapped her chin, "it's been an awful while since I last saw those jewels. Hmm..., you sweethearts wouldn't happen to have any ideas on where we should start, would you?" She raised a thin eyebrow at Harold, Sid, and Stinky in falsely genuine wonder. "I'm open to suggestions, of course."

Harold, "Oh, oh, I say the arcade!"

Stinky, in his usual dopey tone, albeit with a touch of whimsicality, "I say the lake."

Sid, a tad irked at his buddies' blurting and glaring at them for said reason, "Well, I say the amusement park."

"No way, I'm the boss and I say we go to the arcade first!" Scowling childishly at his hat-wearing lackey, Harold even stuck a pudgy finger to his own chest to emphasize his infantile superiority.

Stinky took the gesture with a grain of salt by waving a hand off dismissively. "Come off it, Harold! You just wanna find an excuse not ta—"

And what was the grinning Rouge's thought during all of this quarrelling?

'Nah, this is way too much fun!'