Popple did end up carrying Fawful the last third of the way out of the woods to stop his unrelenting complaining. The two were now en route to the Shadow thief's hideout, avoiding the many Sharpeas and Tanoombas scurrying around Beanbean Fields. "Where is this stupid hideout of the stupid thief anyway?" Fawful asked.

"I already told you, it's in Teehee Valley. Now shut up or I'll throw ya back in the woods."

Fawful spun around in his arms and stuck his tongue out, "You would not! You are the obsessed with the map not in my possession. Like the fish who wants the worm but cannot have the worm!"

"Yeah, cause it's MINE!" Popple stomped over a few steps, signifying they were leaving Beanbean Fields and entering the desert Valley. The grass quickly faded into sand as the background music cha-

"Not the fault of Fawful, Fink-Rat!"

"Didn't I say ta shut it?"

"Fawful will NEVER shut it-!"

Popple shushed him again, "No I mean it!" He whispered, "dis place is crawling with mugs who'll jump us, see! Keep ya guard up, kid!" He stuck close to the sandstone walls of each area, carefully surveying the place before rushing past the native enemies.

Fawful whispered back confused, "Why should I be keeping the guard up?"

"Cause if they do attack, your gonna be the first thing I throw at its face, see." The thief chuckled before dashing into the last area, avoiding an Anuboo's gaze.

The last area had an old Yellow pipe at the end, sticking out of the wall and raised on a platform so the enemies wouldn't enter. "We're here," Popple said as he set Fawful on the platform. Then the thief leaped down the pipe, holding onto his hat, "Enter at your own risk, kid!" He called as his voice disappeared down the tube.

Fawful hopped over to the pipe entrance, it was two steps forward and then a dark drop of unknown height. He hesitated a moment before following the bean down. "I spit at your attempt to scare the scareless Fawful!"

It actually wasn't that far of a drop compared to what Fawful imagined, not to mention a rather soft pillow at the bottom. He was now in a dark red stone room with stacked crates in the corners and a few torches on the wall. On his left were wanted posters plastered to the stone, to his right was a better-lit passage he began bouncing down.

The hall led to another, bigger room that looked more like a living area; There was a circular table and stools in front of another yellow pipe near the back, lantern string lights hanging from the center pillar to corners of the room gave the place a quaint look, and a hammock off to the side to top it off.

Popple was currently zonked out on the hammock, snoring.

"FINK RAT!" Fawful screamed before jumping forcefully into the hammocks' side, causing it to spin and drop the thief hard on the stone floor.

Popple rubbed his now bruised jaw, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR!?"

"You did the promise to get Fawful back a body, you brainless cat! And, much like the impatient child wants the sweet cookie jar, FAWFUL MISSES THE SWEETNESS OF WALKING!"

The thief sat up, "And how do you suppose I help with that, genius? I ain't diggin' in no graveyard, see. I HAVE STANDARDS!"

Fawful laughed, "You are the thief, yes? You are featured on high priced posters and never entered jail! So you should have not a trouble in sneaking into Beanbean castle and stealing Fawful's old machine parts!"

"Wait, the castle? You worked at the castle!?"

"I say to you yes!" Fawful then hopped over to the yellow exit pipe. "Now, gather your tools for the thieving, We leave at the ASAP." He said as he bounced with anticipation.

The thief untangled the hammock, "Hold your horses, see. I just got back, gimme a sec ta have some me time, will ya?" He got back on the hammock and was about to doze off again.

"If the stupid thief of shadows does not get Fawful the machine parts today, the fury having I will tell the map-holder to drop the precious paper into Mount. Lavalava!"

Popple sat up, slowly piecing together what the heck he just said, "you wouldn't."

"Try me, Fink-rat! You have the cowardness of an elephant when faced with the minuscule mouse of such an easy task!"

"Fine ya impatient blob! I don't think I can take a nap with you here anyway!" he spat before begrudgingly getting up to grab a grappling hook from a crate. Then he stomped over to the pipe, gesturing to it dramatically as Fawful turned to enter it, "Most annoying goes first."

Fawful was already halfway up the pipe but called down anyway, "Least smartest goes last!"