The morning sun beamed threw the open roof of the cave, causing Popple to yank his hat down over his face instead of getting up. After a few more moments, he realized it was way to bright for his liking. He stretched and looked around, to sleep addled to notice a certain cyborg was missing, so he went over to the other side of the base to get a bowl of cereal.

"THIEF OF SHADOWS!" Fawful practically sprang into the room and over to the table, only then did Popple realize he had been missing. "I had the fun-est times making marvels of madness used to thwart trespassers with the hands of red!" He was bouncing up and down with excitement, clearly he had been awake for a while-

Popple looked over to where the pile of extra machine parts from yesterday was, now reduced to only a few tools, "Did you even sleep or were you at that all night?"

"Fawful has no need for sleep." He took an open stool beside the thief, spinning the chair around to face the bean, "Fawful has made many improved improvements on the bases defence! Much like the high shelve which guards the pastries from the greedy child!"

Popple yawned, "I'm gonna pretend I understood that and finish my breakfast."

"I scoff at your breakfast. It is sad! Your breakfast is extremely scoff-worthy and sad!"

"Yeah? Well, I scoff at your FACE, bub. Let's see you try makin' something else next time then!" Popple stood up, roughly throwing his empty bowl and spoon into the equivalent of a sink, and stomping over to the back of the base.

The cyborg stuck his tongue out at the bean, "Fawful accepts the food making challenge, fink-rat!" he wobbled over to him to help pick up the tools, just about stepping on a familiar rose brooch that was in the remains of the pile. He picked it up, "This is not the technology of Fawful! Did the stupid thief of shadows steal this to?" He held the brooch out for Popple to see.

The beanbean snatched it, "Yeah, I copped this from the castle yesterday. I bet it could fetch a pretty penny," The thief set it aside, "I'll sell it ta some chump later."

Just as the two had finished clearing out the machine parts, several strange electrical whirling sounds came from the other room, fallowed by an extremely annoying alarm echoing down the hall. Fawful was unaltered but Popple was on immediate alert, "What in the blazes is that screatchin'!?"

"Like I was saying at a time before; defense for the base has been increased, thanks to the genus of Fawful!"

"What? What'd you do?!" Popple had to yell and cover his ears. The robot tried to explain but Popple couldn't hear, "I CANT READ LIPS, YA DING-DONG! JUST TURN IT OFF!"

Fawful rolled his eyes and took out a remote, pressing one of twenty different buttons, turning off the alarm. "There. Now; I have installed the traps of booby made from the leftover robotic scraps! That annoying noise you were just hearing means something has been caught in one of my escapeless cages!"

"I swear if it's one a those STUPID rookie-wannabe goombas again, I'm-a punt it." Popple stomped down the hall, Fawful skipping along behind.

The passageway hadn't been changed at all, but the entrance room area was almost unrecognizable. Small, makeshift, metal boxes with lenses were in every corner. Unwavering beams of light were shooting out of them all and ricocheting off specially placed metallic scraps bolted to the wall, creating a labyrinth of lasers. In the center of the room centimeters away from the ceiling was a flat, angled, box pointing more lasers directly down. Those beams mimicked a barred cage with a familiar figure standing in it.

Prince Peasley readjusted his cloak; some of it had gotten sliced cleanly off and was now lying out of the cell, "I was expecting a simple pit trap or tripwire. Good gracious, this seems like overkill."

Fawful took out a remote, pressed the top button and watched as the laser maze around the cage disappeared, allowing the duo to actually enter the room.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Beanbean Prince," Popple wanted to sound menacing but it was overpowered by confusion, "Wait, why the snap are you here?"

The prince dusted off his sleeve, "I came here for one thing and one thing only." Peasley explained, "Now hand over my heirloom now or I will have no choice but to arrest you. I know you have it and if you cooperate I promise to not take you into custody-" he glared at the thief, "-immediately." The prince held a hand out threw the bars.

Instead of what he wanted however, the prince earned an unnecessary high five from Fawful, followed by a genuine question; "how will the Prince of peas arrest the thief if the he is currently in the cage?"

The royal bean stepped back, "Y- You'll find out soon enough, villains! Now give me what's rightfully mine!"

Fawful spun around the cell, inspecting it, "The Prince does not appear to have any means of escaping or contacting for the help of Beanish soldiers." He played with his remote, which changed the colours of the lasers. The prince growled.

Popple noticed a severe lack of royal officers, "Cripes! Ya didn't bring any guards with ya? Not gonna lie, that was a stupid move, your majesty."

Peasley quickly realized it was in retrospect a 'stupid move', "How was I suppose to know you'd have an actual security system!?" He yelled, waving his arm around exasperated, "I could've avoided your previous, more primitive traps, but this?! Once I get out of here, BOTH of you will be the ones behind bars!"

"But you cannot escape." The cyborg did not look up from the remote, "The amount of pain that the prince will endure if he were to touch the lasers in efforts to leave, even with the slightest of taps, would be worse then being struck with the three hundred million volts of fury from the raging thunderstorm." He said blankly.

Both beans stared at Fawful in bewilderment. Peasley franticly whipped his head back to Popple, "surely he's jesting, right?"

"Probably not."

"I am not."

"Alright," Peasley carefully sat crisscrossed on the ground, "Once the queen realizes I'm not at the castle, she'll send guards that will no doubt put you two under our highest security!"

Popple ignored the threat, pointing to Fawful, "Kid, keep an eye on prince poofy hair here so he dosen't escape. I'm a go make a ransom note or somethin." And with that, the thief left the room.

"It's not 'poofy'," the prince mumbled, "It's Perfect." He turned to the robot, who was still pressing buttons on the remote, "Who even are you?" Peasley asked, watching as Fawful turned the lights from pink to purple, and then to blue. "Also, please stop before my headache gets worse."

Fawful did as he said before mimicking the prince's position on the floor, "the beanish prince does not remember the fury havings of Fawful? He worked in the castle, correct?"

"Fawful?" The prince knew that name sounded familiar. Uncomfortably familiar. He scanned his brain furiously for any idea on who he was.

"Fawful remembers being the apprentice of sorts to a tall pink bean whos name and intentions escape the thoughts."

Peasley's eyes went wide in realization, "YOU!" The Prince jerked away, almost forgetting about all the lasers around him, "You are responsible for more crimes than any other bean in this kingdom! Your recklessness caused so much chaos and strife in a matter of months! Days even!" The prince shouted.

"You are a traitor. A monster!" Peasley was now standing, fists clenched, as he stared down at Fawful. "How. How are you even still ALIVE after what happened to you? Give me one reason right now why I shouldn't lock you up in the bleakest dungeon for your treachery?"

The cyborg's face never stopped smiling but was visibly confused, "I have the knowings of not what the prince of peas means. Fawful only remembers living at the castle and being beaten by plumber and turtle bitz, not for which reason. He landed in the woods and was found by the thief of shadows," He fiddled with the antenna on the remote, "And now, Fawful is here!"

Peasley was still a bit staggered so Fawful clarified, "perhaps I am having the forgetfulness." He fell backwards lightly on the floor, looking at the ceiling, "Fawful rememberes a few pieces but most is clouded by smushed bean fruit."

Prince Peasley was at a loss for words. This former member of the Beanbean kingdom, once a powerful imperialist ruining two stolen kingdoms; meddling with dark magic and technology until it bent to his will, was now some robot capable of who knows what else. Sure, he was supposedly defeated and now had amnesia but-

As future ruler of the Beanbean Kingdom, the prince couldn't just let this damaged and potentially devious Beanish go without supervision.

Peasley sat back down, deep in thought.

…

Popple rummaged threw the crate he knew for a fact had paper and a pen. Or at least a pen… Or neither. He kicked the box off to the side as he riffled threw another. He was too busy searching for the supplies to notice a faint-buzzing sound coming from the opposite end of the room.

CK. 1.75 quietly came floating down from the open roof, looking around the base curiously. It dashed from one corner to another, happily whirling and spinning in the open space. Eventually the drone began silently hovering over the thief's shoulder, curiously looking into the wood crate at all its stolen contents.

"Got it!" Popple triumphantly pulled a notepad out, pencil already in hand. He slid over to the table to write, never catching sight the robot who maneuvered out of view.

Once he began writing however, the thief had a sneaking suspicion something was watching him, not to mention he started noticing the buzzing behind him.

He recognized the noise almost immediately. "YOU AGAIN!?" The bandit turned around quickly, catching sight of the fawfulcopter as it hovered backwards in surprise. The bean stood up, slamming the pen down and glaring at the robot, "Look, I helped your pall out, now give the map here else I'll give ya a grade-a wallopin', see!"

The robot clicked and whistled in amusement, then continued zooming around the base like a kid on a sugar rush. Popple couldn't tell if it had even heard him or not. "HEY! YOU HEAR ME!? GIVE ME MY MAP BACK, YA DUMB BOT!"

The robot stopped, tilting in confusion and staring at the bandit. Popple took a breath and sighed, "Can you PLEASE give me my map back? I ain't askin' nicely again, see."

To the beans surprise, CK 1.75 actually brought out its extendable claw-

"Woah, that actually worked-"

-And threw a stick at the thief.

Popple fell backwards completely, missing the chair and landing on the floor. The drone made more mechanical noises like it was laughing.

The thief grabbed the stick beside him, "You. Are dead. MEAT!" He sprang up and swung it towards the Fawfulcopter, as he chased the bot in circles around the base. "GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP THE MAP OUTTA YA CIRCUS, BOLTBUCKET!"

CK 1.75 never stopped its robotic laughing as it led the the thief down the passageway. Popple was about to accidentally swing at Prince Peasley in the hall, before he quickly jumped out of the way. "Watch where you're swinging that thing!"

"What the-?" The Bean stopped to do a double take on the prince. Popple looked past Peasley at Fawful and the deactivated cage. "Kid! I gave ya one job!"

The Beanish prince crossed his arms, "You needn't worry, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. So calm yourself, thief."

"What'd ya mean?" He pointed the brantch threateningly at the prince, "I ain't sticking around if you called the fuzz!"

"Trust me, that was a tempting second option." The prince said, "but certain things have come to my attention that I would like to keep a closer eye on. Which means I'll be joining your little band temporarily."

Popple's jaw dropped, "You WHAT?"

"CK 1.75!" Fawful cheerfully hugged the drone with both his normal and extra arms, "Fawful has missed the robot that is you!" The Fawfulcopter whistled happily as the two messed around.

"C point 5, 7, whatever," Popple mumbled, before throwing the stick at the drone. Instead, the robot caught it and waved it around happily, taunting the thief. "I ain't callin' that thing by its dumb name! It's too long and stupid-like, see!"

The drone flew over directly in front of the prince, playfully bouncing the stick on his hair, "how about stick? That's short enough, right?"

"Stick?" Fawful asked, the drone did a loop-ty-loop in agreement, continuing to zoom around the room waving the branch. "Stick is the new name of yours!"

Popple glared at the drone, "Only name I'm callin' that thing is a pain in the neck."