Foiled again, now i must pullout the heavy weapons. Several members of my secret clandistine ruthless crew of pirates, scallywags and ne'er do wells are highly trained at impersonization and the fine art of disguise. which is totally normal, its like a bridge club
Two of my minions approach the hobbithouse of the lovely and talented Mistress of the Cookie, in the guise of traveling dishwashers. This is a totally effective and believable disguise, as traveling diswashers have a trade union and guild hall right in downtown arborlorn.
The Mistress of the Cookie is of course taken in by the ruse and grateful to find the help, as the hobithome is a bit messy from the previous evenings banquet, which ran a bit late,....
Union rules
[Suds and Snackers local 245] article 1.17
require the host to provide a twelve minute break every twenty two minutes, with snacks. As you might imagine the girth of such ppl can be ...impressive, to say the least.
Unbeknownst to our lovely, talented and charming host, a small tactical team have been smuggled in, under the dishwashers aprons!
While our hostess is being distracted by the continuous flattery and brazen flirtation of both of the dishwashers, the tactical team goes into deployment.
a ferret, two voles, three crickets and a deer mouse quietly exit the secret compartment of the dishwashers shoeshine box. Now the crickets hop hop hop and then sing a bit, causing a bit of a ruckus. Since both of the voles are blind, stupid and hungover, they mostly just mill about, like a politician does.
Freddy the ferret is of sound mind, good health, highly trained and somewhat wiggly. Kinda hyper, also. In the mad cap antics that ensue from the dishwashers filling a grievance for having to work, and the crickets taunting the cat, the ferret is able to sneak past the guards and slip into the Great Chamber of the Cookie, where he finds several sleeping houseguests, a goat tied to a tricycle, and spotlit upon a lonely pedistal lies the cookie.
Quick as a nap on a bus, our hero liberates the cookie from its lonely aerie and slips away into the night, with none being the wiser.
The rest of the crew, now to be known as the "crumbs street posse", provide ex fil and debrief on the way back to, an entirely new and amazing hideout, built under the former hideout, making it more secret and deeper under ground, but kinda damp.
The cookie is locked inside a safe, thats frozen in a block of ice, that itself is hanging from the cieling, which is surrounded by deadly lasers, and guarded by tigers, trained humminbirds, and a homeschool teacher.
