Birthday Banditry: Part One
Slyndar was bored. Now that was unlike him. Bored, bored,
bored. There was usually always something he could do. Plans to make, schemes
to carry out, cookies to steal, but, currently, he was just bored.
Now, Slyndar being bored could be a good thing.
It might keep him out of trouble, and you couldn't really pretend that he never
got in trouble. Just last Christmas, he tried to kidnap the cookies that Floof
had baked for Santa Kaus, but failed and received a huge lump of coal instead
of the burglar kit he was hoping for.
But being bored could be bad too.
Slyndar was lying on the orange jelly rug in
his room, staring up at the ceiling, making pictures out of the specks.
Well, "lying" wouldn't be the correct word.
"Eating" would be much more accurate.
He chewed the rug nonchalantly. Orange jelly
tasted good. He took another bite. Who knew furniture could make such great
afternoon snack? The Shoyru ate another bite and was about to polish the rest
off, had not his keen hearing sensed something. Muffled footsteps seemed to
be approaching his way.
In a flash, the shadow Shoyru scaled the wall
and was resting on the light, which hung from the ceiling of his room. With
one hand, the shadow pet continued to casually eat his orange jelly rug as if
Elayth, his teenage owner, strolled into his
room. She glanced around, apparently searching for the Shoyru.
"Sly?" she called. "Where are you, Sly?"
Slyndar frowned from above. "Sly" was a cool
nickname, but he disliked it nevertheless.
"He has got to be somewhere around here," the
teenager muttered, as she checked under his bed.
The Shoyru hid a grin. Nobody could find him
when he didn't want to be found. Especially when they didn't know where to look.
Under the bed? Anyone could hide under a bed. No, what it takes is originality,
and Slyndar had plenty of that.
Suddenly, a pink piece of paper fell from her
pant pocket while she was searching his wardrobe. It landed on the ground where
his orange jelly rug was. (Before he ate it, that is.)
The pet's curiosity tried to compel him to investigate
the paper closely, but Elayth was still in the room. He hoped that his owner
didn't pick it back up.
The shadow Shoyru's owner conducted a quick
search of the room again and, satisfied that Slyndar wasn't there (even though
he was), she left the room.
Slyndar crept down, but not before smirking.
Elayth. He was above her the whole time, but she never looked up. The Shoyru
used that as an advantage. He approached the dropped object and examined it
carefully. It was a card and a frilly one at that. He circled it cautiously,
occasionally poking it with a clothes hanger. Satisfied that it wasn't one of
those annoying singing cards, he commanded his robo Chia to pick it up just
in case. Maybe this behavior was considered paranoid or ridiculous, but the
pet knew that one could never be too careful.
The robo Chia did as it was commanded, and some
shiny red glitter lazily drifted to floor. Panicked, Slyndar swept the stuff
up and made a quick trip to the restroom. Flush. There. Glittery evidence destroyed.
The shadow pet always believed in getting rid of the evidence so that his actions
would be difficult to trace. He didn't think he was supposed to view the card
considering the image of the baby Gelert holding up some flowers on the pink
cover. He shrugged and opened the card. The Shoyru read the lines of curly script.
You're Invited! Come to Foozy's Birthday
When: Relaxing 10
Time: 2:00-5:00 NST PM
Where: Neopia Central 133759 Crunch Ave.
Please come! There
will games, tons of treats, refreshments, and more! Please bring some snacks
so there will be a variety of drinks, candy, and cookies! Also hosted by the
Baby Pet Luvers' Guild.
Slyndar stared at the large text and pondered
for a while. Foozy? That could only be one of his sister's friends, which probably
meant that he wasn't invited. To his own disbelief, he felt like he really wanted
to come. Not that he really cared much for their Usuki fashion shows, but it
was the cookies he was more concerned with. Ever since Elayth had stopped visiting
the bakery, his cookie supply was diminishing. Oh sure, he could nick a few
sweets from the Money Tree every once in a while, but that wasn't sufficient
for a guy like him. Besides, hundreds of Neopians flocked to the Money Tree
every single minute. The best thing one could possibly receive was a Tombola
prize, if you were lucky. He could steal from the cookie jar, but Elayth and
Slyndar's sister Floof were extra protective of the container because of Slyndar's
alarming tendency to steal from it. The only time he could even attempt a heist
was when he had a planned some sort of scheme. Schemes were usually complicated.
Schemes were also hard to plan. He needed to stock up on those cookies, and
this seemed like an ideal opportunity.
After staring at the card for a few moments,
the shadow Shoyru knew what he was going to have to do: break in and enter to
snatch those cookies. Okay, fine, he could deal with that. But a thought entered
his mind. What if this was a setup? A trap? He pondered notion for a moment
when he heard Floof talking to their owner in the room next door. He took out
his special eavesdropping instrument out and put it to work. The sound waves
were soon amplified. (Do not despair, Editor, I can assure you that no technology
"Elayth?" squeaked his little sister. "Can you
take me to the party?"
Will you, thought Slyndar, It's will you. Of
course she can physically take you to the party, but it's a question of will
"Sure, Floofy!" replied her teenage owner. "Fine
by me. So Foozy's birthday party is at two in the afternoon, right? The day
"Yuppy!" whinnied Floof happily. "Oh, tank you,
Slyndar could imagine Elayth smiling at her
baby pet, and Floof skipping back and forth the room happily.
"It's thank you," corrected the owner.
Floof ignored the grammatical error she had
"But what about the pwesent?"
"Oh, don't worry about that, Floofy. I made
a trip to the toy store and Usuki store yesterday. I bought Foozy some plushies
and an Usuki."
"Ooh! Ooh! Which Usuki? Which one? Which one?"
squealed the baby Uni as she jumped up and down excitedly.
"Uh, I'm not sure," answered the owner uncertainly
as she paused to think.
Floof pouted, "But what if she already has that
"Then she can sell it and buy something else,"
"Oh," said Floof. "Okay."
Okay, thought Slyndar as he put away his
eavesdropping instrument, that possibility is out the window. There was no
way no how that Floof could set up a trap. She was too innocent and a baby Uni,
after all. Well, he thought, maybe this was a trap set up by another
pet, and Floof unwittingly became a part of. This conversation might have been
staged on purpose to lure him into it. After a while, he shook the thought.
Slyndar hadn't been outsmarted yet when it came
to robberies. Mistaken? Yes. Miscalculated? Yeah. Unlucky? Uh huh, but outsmarted?
No, and it would stay that way. Besides, he would be careful. What could go
wrong? Slyndar stopped himself. That's what he thought last time, and his last
robbery turned out to be a disaster. He'd better play it safe and plan it out
The Shoyru sat down at his desk and scribbled
into his purple notebook. To the untrained eye, his scribbles appeared to resemble
childish writing, but were really a part of a complex code he had invented to
prevent his plans from reaching the public. He muttered and calculated, jotting
down all his thoughts, when he realized that he was missing something of vital
importance- the blueprints to Foozy's house.
Blueprints, to a burglar, served as a map. Basically,
they were drawn diagrams of a building or structure. (I could have just called
them "maps," but "blueprints" sounded more professional.) With them, he could
map out his route, entrance, and exit. This way he would be more prepared, and
preparation was a burglar's best friend. (Unless it was used against him of
course.) The way he saw it, he would have to obtain a copy or sketch his own,
and he couldn't just stop at a Blueprints -R- Us to get the job done. Slyndar
laughed at the thought.
Blueprints -R- Us. That's a good one.
The cookie burglar decided to sketch his own.
How much time did he have to do this? He checked his calendar. Gulp. Only 2
days to prepare the blueprints, conduct a plan, gather his burglar kit…
Slyndar groaned and flopped on his bed. He was
going to have to work quickly.
To be continued...
Author's note: All names, characters, flavors of cheeses, places, and incidents
are all by-products of the author's weird imagination. Any uncanny resemblances
or namesakes are purely coincidental. That means I made up all the names myself.
Feel free to drop me a Neomail about how what you thought of this part. I don't
bite. Well, I don't anymore…