It had taken some convincing for the shadow thief to throw away his ransom note idea and pretend Peasley wasn't some gosh darn prince worth a fortune. Popple haden't gotten many details other then Peasley and Fawful knew each other and Peasley was gonna babysit him or something from now on. The prince and Fawful were sitting at the only table in the base, Fawful doodling on the random note and Peasley adjusting his hair with a mirror he had found.

The prince unlatched his cloak, surveying the damage the lasers had done to it, "I can't wear this anymore." He folded it best he could and placed it on the table, "You know of any good use this could have?"

Fawful put the pencil down, reaching over the table to grab the cloak and quickly putting it on. He latched the two golden clasps on the front, pulling the red hood up as he spun around, "The cloak reminds Fawful of they're past!" He said happily, twirling in it like a ballerina before looking hopefully at the prince, "May I keep it?"

Peasley nervously smiled, "sure.." he said, noticing how much more the cyborg looked like he did years ago. He relaxed once he saw Fawful just continue drawing.

Lots of rummaging noises were heard behind the two, as they turned to see Popple dig threw one of the larger wood boxes stacked around the base. He was angrily pulling out supplies he wasn't looking for.

"What are you doing?"

Stick was inspecting everything around the thief, as he swatted it away every other second. "Tryin' ta, find a giant bat or somethin' to knock dis drone thing out-"

Fawful gasped.

"I mean-"

"FAWFUL WILL GIVE YOU NO SUCH PERMISSION!" The cyborg quickly jumped on the table, pointing to Stick. "It has done the zero wrong doings and you wish to hit it like the baseball!?"

"IT STOLE MY MAP, YA MUG! The map YOU said you'd get from this bot when it came back! AND NOW ITS BACK!" The bandit gestured to his hands, "These gloves still don't got a map in them, see? So now they're gonna wield a bat." He went back to searching for a weapon.

The prince noticed his brooch among the items on the floor. He went over to it but CK 1.75 got to it first, picking it up curiously with its claw. Peasley politely held out his hand, "That's mine, can I have it back please?" Stick whistled happily and handed it over simply. Peasley turned to Popple, still half Inside the crate, "have you tried, I don't know. Asking Stick nicely to give you your map? Instead of resorting to violence?"

Popple scoffed, "Why would I do that? It's just some robot," In response, Stick roughly pushed Popple completely into the box. He swore and yelled, "JUST SOME STUPID, DUMB, ROBOT!"

Peasley rubbed the dirt off his pendant, "Maybe if you weren't so mean to it then it won't be in return."

The thief popped his head and arm out of the container, "I found the bat!"

"NO!" Fawful yanked the bat away and threw it aside. "Act nicely to my Fawfulcopter, Fink-rat, or I shall have it rip the map in undifferentiated puzzle pieces and scatter them across the pool of lava like seasoning on soup!"

"Okay okay! Yeesh, I won't break it!" Popple hopped out of the box, pointing to to the former Beanbean, "but you still haven't upheld your part of the deal, bub."

Fawful held out his hand to the drone, "Give Fawful the chart of treasure, please." Stick mumbled a few clicks but did what was asked, as the cyborg handed it to Popple.

"Finally!" The thief opened it up, double checking if it was the one he had been itching to follow for quite some time. It was, so he rolled it up and put it under his hat, "Now that that things' over, I'll just go ahead and take my leave. Heheh."

"What do you mean? Your leaving?" Prince Peasley asked, clipping the brooch perfectly in his hair.

Popple continued riffling threw a box of no-doubt stolen items, "I promised the kid I'd help em' get back on his feet in exchange for my treasure map," He threw a few necessities in a drawstring bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder, "And now that I have that back, I'll be goin' on a little felid trip." He made his way over to the yellow exit pipe, "Without you mooks!"

"Have the halt!" Fawful stood front of the pipe, arm stretched out, "firstly, Fawful is not a 'mook'. Secondly, Why can't Fawful join your hunt for the treasure?"

Peasley went over and stood beside Fawful, "Yeah, what if we would like to accompany you on this adventure?"

"Not gonna happen, "Popple said, "cause I've been savin' this stunt since forever, see," Fawful sat on the ground, arms crossed, "and in my head I don't see two amateur thief's trailin' me." Popple nudged Fawful with his shoe, "Now move it, kid."

Fawful shook his head and continued to stay seated.

"Your hunting for treasure." Peasley pointed out, "That's not stealing so we're not thieves. I would be willing to even help you if-"

Popple stopped kicking Fawful, "I don't need help, see! I work alone. This setup was just a temporary fix, alright?" Fawful blew a raspberry at the thief, "GET OUTTA THE WAY, KID!"

Fawful moved once he saw CK 1.75 skillfully remove the treasure map from Popple's hat and give it to Peasley. He studied the map, it was of an Coast he'd never seen before. "Do you even know where Rougeport is?"

Popple was just about done with these two, he yanked the map back, steam shooting out of his head. "CORSE I DO!"

"WELL YOUR GONNA NEED A BOAT! DO YOU HAVE A BOAT?"

The bean thief scrutinized the chart again, "..Cripes."

Peasley smiled smugly, "We can use one of the royal ships. We've got enough." The bean prince stepped into the pipe, "come along you three and let's get this adventure started!"

"I have joy!" Fawful leaped into the pipe, already going up.

Popple grumbled and sighed, following them up.

Stick waved goodbye as it flew out of the base's open roof.