Hello, readers! It's me again with another chapter to The Bad Life of Billy the Kid. Hope everyone is getting ready for the holidays. Today, we're going to see Billy become more distinguished in terms of the skills he uses to help the Bad Guys while improving on some of the traits he learns from the others. Hope you all enjoy it! I do not own The Bad Guys, Pacman, or Bad To The Bone. The Bad Guys movie is owned by Dreamworks while the books are the property of Aaron Blabey. Bad To The Bone was written and sung by George Thorogood and The Destroyers.
Chapter 7: Growing Up Bad: Part 3
Pickpocket
One Year Later
It was nighttime in the city, and a line of people stood in front of a nightclub, waiting to be allowed access by the bouncer. A group of young men stood almost to the front of the line as the bouncer checked the couple in front of them. The leader had blonde hair and wore a red jacket with a gang symbol stitched on the back.
Suddenly, the leader felt a shove by his waist as a seven-year-old boy pushed by him. The child made his way through the line to get to the other side of the sidewalk.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, Rugrat!" shouted the leader.
Billy turned around and stared at the men with his big innocent eyes and smiled. All of their faces tightened in anger or annoyance.
"Oh! Sorry, mister," replied Billy.
The child continued to walk down the street casually.
Though the leader did not like being shoved by a kid, he figured it was not worth the trouble, especially now they were next in line to enter the club.
The burly bouncer stood in front of the door with his arms crossed; his dark shades masking the expression in his eyes. "I'm going to need to see some ID?"
The leader reached into his pocket for his wallet, but to his confusion, it was not there. He checked another pocket, but nothing. The leader checked all of his pants pockets, including his jacket pockets, but there was no sign of his wallet.
He turned to his friends and asked, "Does anybody have my wallet?"
They exchanged confused glances at one another and shook their heads. None of them knew what their leader was talking about
The leader got frustrated again, wondering where his wallet could be when he glanced back at the child that pushed into him. In the seven-year-old's hands, he could see familiar dark red leather with a skull and crossbones sticker on the side. The child giggled to himself as he counted the money in the wallet.
The leader's nostrils flared and his jaw clenched from the immense fury boiling inside of him.
He pointed to Billy and yelled, "That little punk stole my wallet!"
Billy looked back to see the group of men all glaring at him like a pride of lions towards a gazelle.
"Uh oh!" said the boy.
He was caught! What should he do?
Billy could only think of one thing the group taught him if he was ever caught red-handed…run!
The seven-year-old took off down the street with the gang of men chasing after him.
"Come back here, you brat!" shouted the leader.
Billy made a turn down the alley and quickly climbed over a chain link fence to lose them, but his pursuers also climbed the fence and the chase continued.
The child exited the alley to see a street congested with a bunch of cars stopped by a red light. On the other side of the street was a restaurant with its front doors wide open. Billy looked back to see the men gaining on him; his heart pounding in his chest. With no other option, he jumped on the closest car he could find and climbed across the roofs. The men did the same in their pursuit. Some of the drivers and passengers poked their heads out, startled by the sound of footsteps on top of their cars.
"Give me back my wallet!" shouted the leader.
"Finders keepers!" replied Billy.
He leaped to the other side and ran straight through the restaurant. The staff and patrons inside were startled as the young boy charged through the establishment with a bunch of thugs behind him.
Billy saw one of the tables blocking his path and had no choice but to hop across.
The impact of the child's feet startled the fox in a grey business suit from looking at her menu. She watched the seven-year-old jump off her table and rush towards the kitchen with the men following after him. The fox's brow rose quizzically as she stared at the boy.
The men bull-rushed their way, pushing some of the waiters hard enough that they fell and spilled the food they carried.
"You can't run forever, you little thief!" shouted the leader.
Billy made his way into the kitchen as he continued to run. All of the cooks were too startled by this sudden surprise to do anything, followed by the group that piled in afterward.
The child saw a nearby mop bucket and quickly tipped it over, spilling the soapy water all over the kitchen floor. The men slipped and slid across the floor, trying to keep their balance. A few of them either fell to the ground or crashed into some of the chefs. Those that remained standing, plus their leader, continued pursuing the seven-year-old.
Eventually, Billy saw the rear exit for the kitchen and darted as fast as his little legs could take him. He burst through the door, finding himself in another alley, and turned left. But much to the seven-year-old's horror, it was a dead end. Billy turned around to run in the other direction, only to see the men have caught up and blocked his path.
All of them smiled deviously at him.
The child made a big gulp in his throat as the gang snickered and cracked their knuckles.
"Looks like you ran out of street, runt," growled one of the men.
"You think you can steal from me?" said the leader. "Well, think again, Rugrat! Nobody steals from Ricky and The Fire Skull gang unscathed."
Billy's eyes widened in terror as sweat poured down his face. He stepped back until his back pressed against the brick wall behind him. A few slight whimpers escaped his mouth.
One of the men laughed. "I think he's scared."
"Good," said the leader as he cracked his knuckles. "Because I'm going to give this kid a living nightmare when I'm done with him."
Suddenly, a familiar voice said, "Is there a problem here, fellas?"
Billy's face brightened with a smile as all the men turned behind them. Standing at the other end of the alley was Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Webs. The Bad Guys stood casually as if everything was normal.
"None of your business, fleabag!" retorted the leader.
Wolf shrugged. "Well, normally, when someone tries to mess with our little trainee…"
The canine's face turned angry as his golden eyes glared at the leader. "It is pretty much our business."
The leader laughed. "You think we're scared of you freaks? Once we're done teaching this twerp a lesson, we'll be glad to move on to you creeps. Then this city will see how bad you really are."
Webs was perched on the leader's shoulder.
She held her hands up saying, "Oh, we're not going to do anything. But our little friend on the other hand…"
The group stepped aside as Piranha calmly walked forward. The Columbian fish had a lax smile on his face as he looked up at the gang.
Suddenly, the men yelped and ran behind their leader in cowardice.
He turned towards his cronies. "What is wrong with all of you?"
"That's the same psycho that put Mitch's crew in the hospital," cried one of the men.
The leader stared at his followers in disbelief. "Seriously? You're afraid of this little sardine?"
"Ricky, we're serious! He is not someone you should mess with," said one of the thugs.
With his pursuers distracted, Billy quickly ran up to the Bad Guys and hid behind Shark for protection.
A man with a mohawk said, "Let's just forget it, man. It's not worth it"
But the leader was not having any of it. "Fine! You sissies just stand back and watch while I make tuna salad out of this freak."
The entire time, Piranha's mood did not change. He continued to stand casually in front of the thugs as if he had no care in the world.
The leader had a sickening smile on his face as he pulled out a switchblade, eyeing the small fish like a school bully wanting lunch money. The rest of his group stood off in the corner, shaking in fear.
However, right when the leader brandished his weapon, the calm demeanor of Piranha instantly changed. His eyes went wild as a maniacal laugh escaped his mouth. Before the leader could react, the Columbian fish tackled him into the rest of the men, knocking them aside like bowling pins.
The remaining Bad Guys looked down at Billy with reassuring smiles. The child slouched with his hands behind his back and his one foot fidgeting guiltily.
Shark held his fin out to Billy saying, "Come on, little buddy, let's get some ice cream before this gets ugly."
The seven-year-old's face brightened as he took his fin and was hoisted onto the shoulders of the large predator. The Bad Guys walked away while the screams of the thugs and the crazy laughter of Piranha echoed throughout the alley.
Though he was happy his family saved him and they were going to get ice cream, Billy could not help but feel sad. "I'm sorry, guys, I let myself get caught."
Wolf walked up beside Shark to look at their young apprentice. "You're getting better with the flicking of the wrist, kiddo, but always remember to not show your hand until you're out of sight."
The child gave a nod. "Right."
Webs climbed onto his shoulder. "Hey, at least you're getting better with escaping. It took those guys longer to catch up to you than last time."
Though Billy was relieved none of them were upset that he failed his pickpocket test, he was still worried about their little brawler being all by himself.
"Will Piranha be okay?" he asked.
"Don't worry, kid. That little nut job can take care of himself," said Snake. "You should have seen him when we stole the Crown Jewels."
Behind him, Billy could still hear the fight going on, and it sounded like Piranha was winning. He swore he caught a glance of one of the men crawling out of the alley, only to be pulled back while screaming for help.
Mini MacGyver
Billy and the Bad Guys sprinted down the hall, carrying the loot they just stole. Though they would normally go for a stealthy approach, Chief Luggins and the whole police force were hot on their tails.
"I got you now!" shouted the burly policewoman.
"I told you to wait until I was done shutting all the alarms, Snake!" shouted Webs.
"You were wasting time," retorted the limbless reptile. "We wouldn't have gotten the loot if we kept waiting for you to finish playing Pacman on your computer!"
"Less talking, more running!" shouted Wolf.
Billy switched his glance between his bickering allies and the stampede of police officers behind them. They have been chased by Chief Luggins and her forces before, but they had the advantage due to the safecracker tripping the alarm prematurely during the heist. Now, they were trying to outrun the entire police force as if their lives depended on it, which it did. Regardless of how fast they were running, Billy could see Chief Luggins's furiously scrunched face getting closer to them with her stomping feet.
They could not get caught, they were The Bad Guys. The trickiest and most infamous group of thieves the city has ever known. Getting easily captured by the police was going to destroy that reputation, but worst of all, land them all in prison. Luckily, Billy brought his secret weapon in case of this scenario. He had not got a chance to test it yet, but their freedom was on the line.
The seven-year-old quickly whipped out what looked like a normal squirt gun, except with a few metal parts attached to it. Even the plastic tank to hold the water was replaced with metal.
While still running, Billy aimed the squirt gun on the ground behind them and pulled the trigger. But instead of water, a shiny black oil slick sprayed out. The child squirted enough slick to coat most of the hallway in front of Chief Luggins and the police.
Before any of them could stop themselves, the chief and her officers slipped and slid on the ground uncontrollably from the slippery substance. The large policewoman tried to keep her balance but fell with a crash. The rest of the police toppled around her from behind.
The Bad Guys stared in surprise the whole time as the police struggled to pick themselves up, only to fall again on the oil slick. Regardless of Billy's amazing feat that was just performed, the group of thieves continued running until they made it through the exit where Wolf's car waited for them.
With the oil slick slowing their pursuers down, the Bad Guys wasted no time shoving the loot in the trunk, jumping into their seats, and driving away.
Once they were a safe distance from the crime scene, they sighed with relief.
Piranha wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Whew! That was close."
"Man, I really thought the chief had us there for a sec." said Shark.
Everyone turned to Billy, who sat in the back, beside the master of disguise.
"Billy, how did you do that?" asked Wolf.
The seven-year-old nonchalantly held up his tool. "I just used my newest invention. It's my old water gun, but I fixed it to shoot oil slick instead of water and adjusted the barrel for a wider spray radius. I call it, The Slick Gun."
"Where the heck did you get it?" asked Snake.
"I didn't steal it, I made it," replied Billy.
The Bad Guys could not believe what they heard. A seven-year-old child made a gun that shoots oil slick from an old water squirter he had since he was five. They all stared at Billy in silence, dumbfounded by his sudden show of skill.
Eventually, it was Wolf that broke the silence. "You made that?"
Billy gave an innocent nod. "Mmmhhmm."
The canine continued to drive as the wheels began to turn in his head again. All this time, Billy had played the part of distraction for the group. Drawing attention to the cops and the public so the rest of them could conduct the heists without being noticed. But now, seeing how Billy just made a useful tool from a simple child's toy, was a great discovery to the leader.
Wolf's signature sly smile crept on his face, as he began to think of how they could use Billy's new gift to help them even more.
He looked at Billy through the rear-view mirror. "Tell me, Kiddo, what else can you make?"
The Mechanic
Shark, Webs, Snake, Piranha, and Billy all sat in the car, slouched in boredom and annoyance. Outside, the clinking and banging of medals could be heard. The hood of the car was open with Wolf's torso bent in; a red toolbox was lay by his feet.
Snake stuck his head out of the window. "How much longer, Wolf!"
The leader poked his head out from the side of the hood. He had his suit jacket off and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. The fur on his face was covered in grease.
"I'm working as fast as I can, Snake," replied Wolf. "I don't like this any more than you do."
"Well, it's eighty degrees out and we're roasting in here!" retorted the grumpy reptile.
Suddenly, there was a slight buzzing sound and Wolf jolted back with a yelp of pain, gripping his right paw. Through gritted teeth, he let out a growl that was a mixture of agony and anger.
He rubbed his sore paw a few times before snapping at his best friend. "Well, I would like to see any of you come out here and try to fix my car!"
Billy was the only one who took it literally, as the child stepped out of the car and used a lone cinderblock as a stepping stool to climb towards the hood. The seven-year-old scanned the interior, looking over every part and mechanism that made Wolf's car run. His mind began to calculate and connect the mechanics of the automobile as he observed every nook and cranny. Eventually, Billy took some tools from the toolbox and quickly got to work.
Wolf stared at the child as he bent into the hood of the car, hearing more clinks and bangs. "Billy, what are you doing?"
"I know what the problem is," said the child. "Get back in the driver's seat. When I say go, turn on the ignition."
The leader was quiet, unable to take the child seriously but slightly stunned at how he took sudden charge of the situation.
Billy turned back to look at Wolf with a pleading look in his eyes. "Just trust me."
With nothing else to lose, Wolf sat back in the driver's seat and waited for Billy to finish. The rest of the Bad Guys starred at the open hood as Billy worked quietly on Wolf's car.
Eventually, Billy closed the hood and said, "Now!"
The leader turned the keys of the ignition and the car hummed to life.
Surprised, but mostly overjoyed, the Bad Guys cheered now their ride was working again. Billy picked up the toolbox and climbed back into his seat next to Shark.
Wolf turned around to look at the child in wonder and awe. "Since when did you know how to fix cars?"
"I swiped some books on mechanical and automotive engineering from the library," replied the seven-year-old. "Plus, I've been watching some videos on YouTube. Webs says it's the best way to learn anything. When I saw the inside of the car, everything just made sense from what I remember."
Wolf turned back to look at the road ahead of him, still fathoming how Billy suddenly knew how to fix his car.
Piranha leaned into Webs and whispered. "You think Billy might be an alien?"
It was weird enough that their little apprentice could invent gear and gadgets for their heists, but now he can fix vehicles. Was this a growth spurt or a puberty thing? None of the Bad Guys knew what was going on. One thing was for sure, Billy was becoming a smart kid beyond his age.
Pranks
Tricking them with Kindness
Chief Luggins stomped down the hall to her office. Both her hands balled into tight fists. Her face scrunched in anger while gritting her teeth. The Bad Guys had escaped her again, even though she planned a trap for them. The gold scepter on display at the museum was the perfect bait for the notorious group of thieves, but somehow, they still managed to outsmart her. What was worse, they embarrassed her again on her birthday. Catching the Bad Guys would have been the best gift she could receive, but even that was taken away from her.
Eventually, she came to a door with her name on the front. The chief slammed open the door and closed it behind her. Her office was mostly neat, with a few scattered papers on her desk and a set of weights in one corner. But the biggest eyesore was the enormous bulletin board that took up most of her back wall. Pictures, news clippings, maps of the city, and police reports of The Bad Guys were pinned to the wall and connected by long yards of string.
The group of thieves had grown a very infamous reputation for themselves with every successful crime they committed, and it was making Chief Luggins look like a fool. Since then, she had dedicated most of her life to tracking down and booking these criminals even if it was the last thing she did. Some of her officers would say she was obsessed, but they would not dare say that to her face.
Her face scrunched more in anger as she looked at the photos of the Bad Guys with pure hatred, growling. Each of them mocked her, especially that little boy calling himself Billy the Kid.
But the chief's focus was redirected when she noticed a brightly colorful box at the center of her desk, covered in wrapping paper and complete with a bow on top. Did someone leave a present on her desk?
Curious and suspicious at the same time, Misty Luggins sat at her desk and examined the gift. She thoroughly looked over the wrapping paper for any clues as to who left it and shook it to hear the noise it made inside. Much to her irritation, Misty Luggins could not deduce what this gift was or who it was from. On the bow was a tag that read Happy Birthday, Chief.
Though she was skeptical, Chief Luggins felt a hint of gratitude that someone remembered her birthday. Maybe the entire precinct chipped in to buy her this gift. That was nice of them, especially when she failed to catch the Bad Guys again. A faint smile crept across her lips as she began to unwrap the present.
Some of the police officers were walking down the hall, past the chief's door, when suddenly…KABOOM!
There was a loud explosion followed by the sound of a rooster cry and a bunch of feathers shooting from the cracks of Chief Luggins's door.
Inside, the large policewoman, and her entire office, were covered in glue and feathers. The present she opened had a recorder inside, repeatedly playing chicken noises over and over. Misty Luggins sat in her chair, stunned by the explosion of glue and feathers that went off.
Eventually, she snapped back from her shock and looked inside the box. Not only was there a recorder on repeat, but there was another card. This one said, Better luck next time, Chief. Happy Birthday! From Billy the Kid and The Bad Guys.
The chief's face returned to its earlier rage as she growled and crushed the present with her bare hands.
A Close Shave
Late at night, Snake snored loudly as he napped on the couch in front of the TV. Much to his demise, Wolf and the others went out to do reconnaissance on their next heist and he was stuck to babysit Billy until they came back. Mostly, the limbless reptile warned Billy not to annoy him until further notice. Billy did what Snake asked and left the safecracker alone all day. It was the most relaxing night Snake ever had watching the seven-year-old…or so he thought.
While the limbless reptile was asleep, Billy stealthily sprayed shaving cream on his tail. After forming a nice blob of white foam, he snuck behind the couch and pulled out a feather duster.
Billy knew this could go wrong in so many ways, but he was confident the odds were in his favor. Plus, he was looking for an excuse to mess with the cranky Mr. Snake and how he not only treats the child but everyone else. In a sense, he was also getting payback for all of those push-pops the safecracker teased towards Shark.
Slowly and carefully, the child reached the feather duster towards the reptile's face and gently caressed it. Snake gave a little snort and slightly nudged on the couch. Billy frowned in disappointment, but he was not going to give up just yet. The child reached over again with the cleaning utensil and tickled the safecracker's nose. This time, the tail made its way towards the face but fell back down halfway. Billy was getting frustrated at this point. With one last try, he reached over again with the feather duster and tickled Snake's face with it. Suddenly, the tail catapulted up and splattered the reptile's face in shaving cream. Billy gave a silent cheer and quickly ran away as Snake woke up from feeling something squishy hit his face.
The safecracker looked down at his tail to see the remnants of the shaving cream. He pulled up a mirror and saw his whole face covered in white.
The fiery rage ignited in the Snake as he yelled, "BILLYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
Bee Yourself
Chief Luggins drove up to the drive-through in front of the menu out on display and a microphone in front.
A voice on the microphone said, "Welcome to Sunny Jim's, where we serve breakfast and lunch on the go. What can I get you?"
"I'll have the number five with the morning special brew," said the large policewoman.
"Would you like cream and sugar with that?"
"Yep."
"Proceed to the window, please."
Chief Luggins drove her police cruiser up to the window where a very small man with a big bushy mustache waited for her with the order.
The waiter cleared his throat before speaking in a deep voice. "That will be $10.30, officer."
The chief gave the waiter the exact change in exchange for her order. Now that she had her breakfast, Misty Luggins drove away.
Little did she know that the waiter snickered as he pulled off his mustache to reveal Billy the Kid.
While driving, Chief Luggins took a sip of her coffee, when she noticed the paper bag shake and made a buzzing sound. She cocked a brow in suspicion. Maybe they accidentally gave her a kiddie meal with a toy inside.
Once she came to a red light, she took the time to place the shaking bag on her lap. The buzzing got louder this time, sounding like multiple buzzes at once. What kind of batteries did they put in the kid's toy? But when she opened the bag, a swarm of bees flew out, attacking her from all sides.
Chief Luggins screamed and waved her arms around frantically, trying to shew away the angry bees, but there were too many of them. When the light turned green, Misty had no choice but to step on the gas and drive uncontrollably through the street. Her police cruiser swerved in random directions until she crashed into a fire hydrant making the water shoot out. The door to the police cruiser opened as all of the bees flew out along with the policewoman, covered in welts. This time, she knew who was responsible for this; a certain brat in cahoots with The Bad Guys.
So Cold it's Hot
One morning, Snake slithered into the shower, ready to clean himself up for the day. He pulled back the curtain and turned the knob for the hot water, but nothing came out.
That's strange, the shower was working fine yesterday.
Snake turned the knob more when he heard the low rumbling sound of the water pipes. Suddenly, without warning, strong sprays of water shot out like a fire hose on the limbless reptile. What was worse was that it was not hot water, but cold. He turned the knob the other way, but the water was still cold. Somebody switched the temperature for the shower!
After a few minutes, Piranha knocked on the bathroom door, in his sleepwear. "Snake, you almost done in there?"
The only response the tiny brawler got was agonizing cries from the other side along with Snake shouting, "Cold! Cold! Cold!"
Piranha knocked more rapidly. "Come on, man! Quit hogging the bathroom."
Eventually, the door gently swung open, revealing a blue Snake in a bath towel with his body shivering and his teeth chattering.
"Aye caramba!" cried the Columbian fish at the sight of their safecracker.
The other Bad Guys stopped what they were doing to stare at him, shocked but also confused at what happened to Snake.
Billy ate a bowl of cereal at the table. While the rest of the group was distracted by Snake, he discreetly slid the wrench he used up his sleeve.
Even though he had no proof the seven-year-old was the culprit to the altered water temperature, he could only glare at Billy and growl through his chattering.
Car Trouble
Chief Luggins marched to her car, unlocking the driver's side with her keys. The large policewoman took a moment to adjust her mirrors before turning on the ignition. The police cruiser hummed to life, when her radio automatically turned on, playing Bad To The Bone.
"Wha-!" said Misty.
She never remembered turning on her radio when driving her cruiser last time. The policewoman pushed the power button to turn it off, but the windshield wipers went on instead, squirting cleaning fluid on the glass as well. What was going on with her car? She pulled the lever to stop the wipers, but then her car alarm blared throughout the police station parking lot.
At this point, Chief Luggins began to panic, as she pushed every button and pulled every lever to make it stop. But everything she touched made it worse as the hood flipped open, her police sirens went off, the trunk flipped open, and the air conditioner blew in her face. She tried to get out but was trapped due to all the car doors being locked. Pushing the switch to unlock the door was no use because everything was out of whack. Someone tampered with her police cruiser! Chief Luggins was outraged as she screamed in fury, trying to break free from her police car.
A few other police officers in the parking lot just stared as they watched the car go out of control, rocking back and forth from the policewoman's massive strength.
Eventually, Misty Luggins looked through one of her mirrors and noticed someone in the distance. A familiar seven-year-old boy recorded the whole incident on his phone with a mischievous smirk; a box of tools lay by his feet. Billy put down his phone and waved at the police chief through her mirror. Her anger flared as the troublemaker child rolled away on his skateboard.
She growled and shouted, "That's it, you little brat! Once I catch you and your flea-written friends, I'll make sure you have the worst time in juvie that you won't forget!"
Pop Me, Please!
Snake slithered to the fridge and opened the freezer door. He glanced to his left and right before pulling out a bag of frozen peas. What the rest of the group did not know was that in the bag was a push-pop he was saving for later. Sharing was never Snake's strong suit, and whenever asked to share something, he would always trick them into thinking he would give it. Shark was known to be the common victim in this running gag.
However, when the safecracker opened the bag, an explosion of confetti popped out instead, covering his face in a rainbow of little strips of paper. Snake was stunned for a moment until he heard the familiar giggle of Billy the Kid.
He turned to see the child standing on the other side of the hideout, waving a familiar frozen treat in his hand. "Hey, Snake, looking for this?"
The limbless reptile scowled as he growled with hatred.
"Seriously, you got to find better hiding spots for your push-pops," said the boy.
"I was saving that for myself," growled Snake.
Billy just shrugged. "Sorry, it's mine now."
The seven-year-old opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
"Don't you dare!" cried the safecracker.
Billy slowly brought the tip of the popsicle to his tongue.
"If you lick that push-pop, you're going to be sorry!"
But the child did not listen as he inched the pop closer to his tongue.
Eventually, he took one lick. "Mmmmmm, mango flavor."
"THAT'S IT!" yelled Snake.
The safecracker shot himself across the hideout towards the child. Billy immediately began to run as a chase ensued.
"COMEBACK HERE, YOU LITTLE GOBLIN!" Shouted Snake.
The seven-year-old laughed the whole time as he continued to enjoy the push-pop while being chased by the reptile.
As you can tell, Billy's role in The Bad Guys is the team's engineer/tinkerer, building and inventing the gear for the heists and fixing Wolf's car so they can make a safe getaway. Next time, Billy will be asking The Bad Guys the biggest question that has been on his mind for a while…Where did I come from? As always, feel free to leave a review expressing your thoughts on the chapter. Thank you so much for your patience and have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Until next time!