Prince Peasley gently set the box of his things down on the stone floor. He looked around the room; planning on where he could set up his furniture once it was all moved. A Beanbean knight saluted the prince in the doorway, "Queen Bean would like to know if this room is adequate for you during the castles' remodeling?"

Peasley nodded to the guard, "Yes, It will do nicely, send her my regards."

The royal bean glanced around again after the soldier left. Large piles upon piles of random machine parts were clumped to one side of the room -including tools and many other robotic items- covering most of the desk and dresser, as well as the few shelves. The other side of the room, shoved into the back corner, was a surprisingly unharmed mattress on a metal beam frame. In the center of the room and high above the bed were two huge windows, letting in the evening sunlight.

The room wasn't exactly pristine. It had clearly been unused for a couple years; for there was a light cover of dust on everything. The parts and tools were tarnished and starting to rust, and the few plastic components had begun to fade.

The prince walked over to the desk, pushing the parts back as he dusted off a spot. He placed a white rose brooch in the center, "I can make due, this place will match my old room in no time," he grabbed a feather duster from his hammer space and started tidying up a little.

…

It was night by the time Fawful and Popple made it behind the castle, standing on a raised grassy platform above the palaces' moat. "Alright, shorty," Popple spun the grappling hook, just about hitting Fawful , "Step right up, n' pick a door!" All three of the windows were within reach, he just had to throw the rope correctly.

"It is a Window Fink-rat!" Fawful pointed out wishing he could actually point, "Window number one is where fury used to be created by Fawful!"

The thief understood him enough to toss the rope over the castle moat and into the first window, having it cling to the stone without need for a second throw, "Ha, I'd like ta see that chump Croco try that!" The hill they were on was high enough out of the water for the Shadow thief to simply swing over the moat and climb to the window, "Grab anythin' that look's 'tech-ey,' right?" The thief pulled on the rope to test it.

"Correct! Goodbye." Fawful bounced in anticipation, "Bring Fawful back his precious gadgets so he can continue with chortles and fury even taller than before!"

"Yeah, yeah." The bandit pulled on the rope one last time, "I'm still gonna be callin' ya shorty, by the way, kid. No matter how taller then me you get, Heh-!" Popple barely had enough time to tightly grab onto the rope before Fawful angrily knocked him forward, causing the bean to curse and swing over the water earlier than anticipated.

"FINK-RAT!"

…

The room was darker then expected. The only light available was from the closed door frame and the moonlight from the windows. Popple jumped down onto the tile silently, scanning the room for what he was looking for. Bingo; the desk and shelves were filled with the stuff Fawful was describing. He carefully removed a sack from his hammerspace and slid the entire contents of the shelves and desk into it, not noticing the rose brooch fall off the table. Unfortunately for him, it made a much louder noise than he thought so he scrambled to pick it back up before-

"Hey!" Popple's attention went straight to the hallway door, now open and standing in it; an angry prince holding a glass of water. "What do you think you're doing, fiend?! Put that down this instant!"

The prince was wearing his night clothes, so he didn't have his sword and cape. Popple noticed how he was unarmed and laughed, "You couldn't take me even if I wanted a fight, drip! Here's my cue to exit stage right," He hoisted the bag on his shoulders and pocketed the brooch, "but thanks for the-"

Peasly had marched closer to throw the water glass at him, straight right in the face and eyes, "I said drop the pendant, villain!"

"Why, you little-!" Out of sheer anger, Popple tackled the prince, causing the two to roll about in a punching, kicking, yelling, mess. The bag had been thrown violently beside the desk, as fists and kicks went flying in every witch way.

The two ended up on opposite sides of the room, Peasley catching his breath and Popple rubbing his sore arm. "Guess you can punch "

After another breath, Peasley gestured to the sack beside him, "Why are you even attempting to take this anyway? What use could you possibly have for it?"

"That's for me to know and you to never find out, see." Popple took out the rose brooch, "Now give me back the bag or I'll break ya little pendant thing here." He held it with both hands, ready to snap it in two.

"No! Don't!" Peasly threw the bag over to him, luckily due to fanfiction logic it didn't spill out across the floor. "Take the machine scraps, just give that back!"

Peasley didn't realize the thief was closest to the door until it was too late. "WAIT!"

"Thanks for the loot, bozo!" The robber called back boastfully.

Peasly yelled down the hallway as the thief darted down, "YOU FIEND! GUARDS!"

There were two guards stationed at the end of the hall, not turning around fast enough to stop Popple as he sped past them. "Nyah ha! Gotta be faster than that, see!" The thief dashed threw the castle, dodging the few solders who caught sight of him. He heard a hoard of soldiers yelling from behind, but with a clear exit in view, he sped up.

Just as he made it outside, Popple cartoonishly darted to the left to watch the guards that were behind continue straight and over the moats' bridge.

By the time the soldiers realized they'd been duped, the shadow thief was long gone.

…

"Did the thief get the machine components as promised?" Fawful seemingly popped out of the shadows

The shadow thief hoisted the bag back onto his shoulders, "Everything that was in that rooms' right here in this bag, kid." Popple said as he jumped over the steps into Teehee Valley.

Fawful's smile grew even bigger, "Fawful can not do the waiting much longer! You are as fast as an off faucet, fink-rat! Commence with the hurrying!" The former bean kept bouncing ahead with excitement, only returning to the thief's side when he saw an angry looking gritty goomba.

They made it back to the base, eventually, avoiding as many enemies as possible, much like before, "Alright, we're back," Popple dumped out all the parts and tools in the back of the main room. "Knock yourself out, kid." The robber then jumped back on his hammock.

"You will be helping, yes?" Fawful couldn't tell if the bandit was already asleep or ignoring him. "THIEF OF STUPID SHADOWS!"

In a familiar fashion, the former beanish leaped on the side of the hammock, causing the thief to spin and fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, fuming, "YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME, AND I'LL FEED YA TO A CHEEP CHOMP, NUMSKULL!"

Fawful disregarded his threat, "How does the thief of shadows expect the great Fawful to make a hand with no hand?"

"How am I suppose to know? You're the self-proclaimed genius here."

"Exactly, which is why Fawful requires more helpfulness from you."

"As long as you let me sleep after, fine. How hard could it be."

"I have agreeing." Fawful hopped back over to the pile, "now we build!"

For the next few hours, the two started work; Fawful verbally explaining what to do and hopping over to pieces and tools, as Popple tried to connect or screw them in the right way. The wires and circuitry were the hardest part to perfect and run threw the short beams, but pretty soon they had three functioning joint pieces that looked almost professional.

Unfortunately they only had 3 similar limb pieces; only enough for two legs and one arm, but Fawful didn't seem to mind nor care. He just wanted to be able to walk again. The thief attached ankle and shoe sockets at the bottom of the two pieces, and finally, a fully intact metallic hand to the last.

Next was the trickiest part; attaching the limbs to a torso and making it so Fawful could control it. Rummaging threw the still massive pile, they found sensors and a small dented body-like scrap. Popple threaded the wires and sensors into it and threw an opining at the top where the neck would be.

There was one interesting piece out of place though, resembling a bendy and retractable thick cable of some kind. It had a claw at the end and could've worked as a second arm if it wasn't to big to fit in the socket. They settled on attaching it under a pannel on the back of the torso. Fawful would be able to open up the panel and extend the arm whenever he needed another.

Popple stood up the torso so the legs were straight. "I have happiness! It is done!" Fawful jumped up to the neck part much to the thief's confusion, attaching to it almost immediately. The head swiveled and with it the limbs started moving.

"Science is weird." Popple decided to brush off the fact that Fawful was literally just a Head now controlling a fully mechanical body made of extra robot parts and a few screws. "We done here? I'm ready to catch some Z's"

Fawful had been testing out his robotic suit by spinning and dashing across the room, "Fawful thanks you and will abide by his promise. He will try to be quiet as he tests out features."