Part One

Blrrrr!
“Damn it! Harley get the alarm!”

“I’m on it!” I skipped over to the alarm mechanism. “Hey where’s my mallet?” I looked around.

“Harley, I don’t know, just disable that alarm!”

“Okay.” I looked at the keypad and began punching in random numbers. Finally it shut off. “There ya are Boss!”

“Good, now go and be look-out for the cops.”

“Course” I stood at the doorway of the bank and watched. Soon in the distance blue and red lights flared. “Mistah J?” I called. “Mistah J? Cops are a comin.”

I heard a commotion before he came back, carrying two heavy looking duffle bags in his hand.  He walked up to me and whispered “Good Job…” He then turned and I followed.

We arrived back at the old warehouse (our current home). I entered a few seconds behind Mistah J, and I danced over to the table. Sitting on it were the two duffle bags. I unzipped one and peered inside. “Ooo, Mistah J, what we gonna do with all this?”

“What ever you want, that’s your bag.” He replied as he hung his purple jacket up on a nail in the wall.

“Really?” I skipped over and hugged him.

“Harley please get off.”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“It’s fine doll face.” He chuckled a bit and then disappeared in another room. I tagged along.

He went to a small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, one of the only things in the small fridge. “You want one?” He asked me, glancing over his shoulder.

“Sure…” I replied. He took a seat and extended his hand towards me, handing me the water bottle. I curled up on the floor next to him. “What cha’ gonna do with your cash?” I asked him.

He took a moment to reply. “I’m not sure, explosives maybe?” He licked his lips and sighed. He looked at the mini fridge. “We need some food.”

“Oh, well, I can buy that with my money…” I said.

“No need.”

Then something occurred to me. “Why do we need cash anyways? We can just steal anything we need.”

He laughed then. “Some things I am not getting on a plane and flying somewhere just to steal.”

“Oh…” I opened my water bottle and took a sip. “Did ya want me to steal some food?” I asked.

“Harley, don’t worry bout it.” He was quiet tonight…

“Ok…” I looked at my water and took another sip. I noticed I was very drowsy. “I’m gonna go to sleep…” I paused. “Is that okay?”

“Sweets do what you need.” He got up then, and left, without saying a word.