To say heists were easy would be a complete lie.

There was a lot of stuff that went into heisting that not many had to consider, and RJ knew this. Many times RJ had heard whispers from someone like Stella or Tiger on how they could probably pull off their own heist or get a better haul. Granted, he never confronted them about it, but it wasn't for fear that Stella could gas him or Tiger would do what cats do, although those two reasons were certainly deterrents.

No, the reason why is because he knew for a fact that he was the best.

Arrogant? Yes. Smug? Also yes. Right? You bet.

Despite all of this, RJ did get burned out sometimes from planning out all these heists. While he did enjoy the thrill of doing the heists, even he had to admit that even setting up the heist itself was the worst part. He had to find a location to scout out, find the best way in, know the human's schedule, know where everything was, get everyone their assigned roles, get the food, and get out. That's not even to mention what would happen if something went wrong and RJ was forced to improvise on the spot, and that usually led to a lot more risks being taken. Risks that he was sure that would get him an earful from Verne.

Who knew that having to meticulously plan out every little detail to ensure the most loot was secured and the least amount of injuries would occur would be so tiring? All that worrying and stressing out over if things could go wrong could easily result in burn-out, and burn-out was something RJ couldn't afford. If there was burn-out, then there was no food, and no food meant no survival.

That's why to RJ, Sunday nights were some of his favorite times, because he got to partake in his favorite activity.

Human watching was not at all a new activity for RJ. In fact, he's done it even before finding the Hedgies. On those nights where he was bored out of his mind, he would grab whatever food he had on him, head up into the trees, and just…watch.

Tonight's entertainment was the Sandusky household, and to RJ's delight, the lights were on, giving him a full view of the action. In the Sandusky household of a wife and husband, they were due a child. RJ had been keeping track of the days, and through his rough estimating, that child was due any day now.

As for where he was stationed, he was sitting in his favorite tree, or more specifically, the one he used to sleep in. He had managed to smuggle a bag of popcorn up, and now he was just waiting to see if there were any new events happening. If that baby was coming, he was going to be there, mainly for two reasons.

One, he had gotten admittedly attached to the family, and two, he had no idea where humans actually came from.

After about an hour of watching the family watch some action movie with a lot of explosions, RJ would lose interest. Bottle episode, he thought, and climbed back down the tree with his popcorn bag in hand. No worries, he was a bit tired anyways, and now it was time for him to get some shut-eye.

"Hi RJ!"

RJ jumped and felt his tail stand on end as Hammy made his presence known. Hammy clearly took him by surprise, and not only that, he apparently knew he was out here? How much did he know?

"Geez Hammy." RJ spoke, trying to catch his breath while turning to face Hammy. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"How else should I do it?" Hammy asked. "Like this?"

RJ suddenly felt a tug on his tail, and he jumped and let out a shout as he realized Hammy had now somehow managed to sneak up behind him while he was looking at him. That was just a reminder that he was very happy that Hammy was on his side.

"Late night excursion again?"

Of course, that voice had to belong to only one. The neurotic turtle known as Verne made his presence known, and much to RJ's chagrin, he quickly realized that if Hammy was awake at this hour, so was Verne, and Verne was way more nosy than anyone else behind this hedge.

"No, just…going over some heist plans." RJ replied.

"RJ, I know that's a lie, you do this every Sunday." Verne spoke.

Well shoot, that was his ace in the hole. Almost no one questioned him if he did heist stuff. Especially not Verne. Letting out a deep sigh, RJ knew he had to come clean.

"Verne, let me show you."

After a moment of helping Verne up to where he was previously, RJ would gesture at the house in front of them, still featuring the Sandusky Family watching TV. Also to note was that Hammy had decided to join them for this occasion. RJ would usually be a bit worried since Hammy wasn't really that great at keeping quiet, he had a feeling that since it was late, Hammy would forget this all by the morning.

"So, RJ, what are you doing?" Verne asked.

"See that house over there?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Verne asked. "Does it have something we're looking for?"

"Well, not exactly, I've been watching them." RJ replied, which immediately prompted Verne to give him a quizzical look. It was to be expected, as this was unlike RJ. He always emphasized not to get attached to humans, and here he was breaking his own rule.

"What's the occasion?" Verne asked.

"That human right there, is pregnant." Upon saying that, Hammy would lean past the two, as if he were trying to get a good look.

"That doesn't look like Greg Ant." Hammy spoke.

"Not Greg Ant Hamster." RJ replied, lightly nudging Hammy back in worries that he'd fall out of the tree. "Preg-nant."

"Ohhh…" Hammy replied. "What's that?"

Hammy, you sweet, innocent thing.

"Pregnant is…uhh…" RJ started to rack his brain for ideas for potential definitions, as Hammy and Verne looked at him. Hammy with an eager stare, and Verne with a more confused one. RJ may know a lot about humans, but it didn't mean he knew everything about them. Maybe it was something that had to do with life, and maybe…

"Hamster, a moment." RJ spoke, and Hammy would nod and scurry down the tree, leaving RJ and Verne alone. "Verne, help me out." RJ whispered with a pleading voice. "How do I explain pregnancy without scarring him for life?"

"You still haven't really answered my question." Verne spoke up. "Why is this family so important, and what exactly have you been doing every Sunday night?"

A small pause followed, as RJ pretty much realized there was no way for him to really get out of this.

"Alright Verne, this is something that I usually did back before I met you guys, sometimes I like to look at the humans and just…watch them." RJ replied.

"That's it?" Verne asked. Clearly, not convinced.

"Well, I also like making dialogue for them." RJ spoke. That was also a lie, he usually just watched them live their lives and never made dialogue for them. However, this did seem to peak Verne's interest.

"What do you mean, 'make dialogue'?" Verne asked. RJ would just put on one of his signature cocky looks and turn towards the house, trying to think of something that would work. Noticing how the husband was leaning in towards the TV, it gave him an idea.

"Hey, Shelia, can you rub my back, the next explosion is about to occur and I don't want to miss it." RJ replied. Seemed fitting, although the look on Verne's face said otherwise.

"That's it?" Verne asked.

"Hey, I don't know the wife's name." RJ spoke.

"No, I mean, considering someone of your clear wit, I was expecting more." Verne replied. Oh, he wanted to play it like that, huh?

"Well, I don't see you coming up with any dialogue." RJ replied, to which Verne proceeded to nudge past him to get a look at the action going on inside. At the moment the husband and wife were now talking, and RJ watched as Verne racked his brain for ideas. If there was one thing he knew never to underestimate, it was Verne's mind.

"Hey Joe, you want to play that Hallmark game?" Verne mimicked in the wife's voice, or how he thought it sounded. RJ didn't find much humor in it, aside from his pretty terrible impression, but he wasn't about to call Verne out on it. The main reason for that was because of this "Hallmark game".

"Hallmark game?" RJ asked in his pantomime manly voice.

"Yes, where we put on one of those hallmark movies and try to guess what the characters do in the movie." Verne replied, still in the voice. RJ had to admit, that idea was funnier than whatever he had in mind.

"Okay Verne, you got me." RJ spoke, to which Verne gave him a smug look.

"You know, this is actually pretty fun." Verne replied. RJ had to do a double take on that. Verne saying something was fun? It was almost like Verne suddenly grew a second head.

Speaking of which, Verne immediately caught the look RJ was giving him, as if Verne actually had grown a second head. RJ was a master of many things, but having a poker face was certainly not one of them.

"RJ, why exactly do you do this?" Verne asked. RJ couldn't help but let out a small sigh. His whole attempt at distracting Verne hadn't worked, and he knew that by lying more he was just digging himself further into a hole. Maybe it was time to come clean?

Or…

"You actually find this fun?" RJ asked. "Did you get replaced or something?"

"Well, it actually is kind of fun." Verne replied. "Is there a problem with it?"

"No, not at all, just a bit surprised, is all." RJ spoke. Okay, good, this would help just a little bit.

"RJ, I don't know why you do this, but honestly, I kind of want to do this a little more." Verne spoke. "Every Sunday."

"Every Sunday?" RJ asked.

"Yes, every Sunday, with the whole family."

Oh boy, what was RJ going to get himself into?