"I'll be takin' dat, see?"

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-”Three in one, ey? Alrighty.”

-”Startin’ wif neva? A whole bed, ‘cause I keep gettin’ caught- even when nobody lookin’! It’s like some kinda.. weird thief-curse or somethin’.”

-”Anyone I’d neva steal from? Pete. ‘e’s my professional accomplice, see?”

-”As for gladly? Th’ toads of ‘course. Dat, or Fawful.”

-”HAH! You bet pal! Dat kinda stuff always works on toads- dose mushroom guys wif a brain th’ size of a pebble?”

-”Point of th’ mask? Listen ‘ere bozo.”-”Dis mask ain’t cover my eyes, see? I see jus’ fine!”

The thief was having none of that. He's "Having the mistakingness"?? How? He's been following this knucklehead for the past hour- and he was sure there was a lead here!

-"NO- DON'T GIVE ME DAT FAKE LIE STUFF, YA HEAR?!"

-"I SAW SOMEONE DAT STOLE FROM MY LOOT- AN' DEN RAN OFF WIF MY GEMS! DEY WAS SHORT- AN'- AN' DEY LOOKED LIKE YA!" Popple huffed. Taking a single step forward- both hands swiftly clamped into fists, seemingly vibrating with the exact anger Popple expressed.

Then, he'd pause. Eyes narrowing at the other in clear suspicion.

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Junior thought he heard someone rummaging around the house! Assuming it was one of the little flyfolk, he skittered over to the source in order to tell them to be careful ( The kid was already in hot water for breaking a vase the other day ).

Of course, he didn’t expect a little green… somebody wearing a goofy mask to be the cause of it! The chick’s feather’s rise; Dad had recently left to pick up some food. He’d have to deal with this intruder on his own…

Good. It was getting a bit chummy around here…

“ Hey mist’ah, ” The little cuckoo approaches the shadow thief almost shyly, despite his tone being a little loud. 

“ I don’t recognize ya. Are ya lost? An’ how’d’ya git up here? It’s waaaaaay up! ”

He’d been searching. Searching for.. something.. something of value, of course. Rummaging through bits and pieces of furniture with prying eyes, the thief had eventually pulled out quite a few things of said value. Tossing coins, random photos and eventually just some weird toy guns into the brown bag slung around his shoulder.

Things were finally going according to plan! Until there’d been that voice of course.

The single moment the other had spoken, the thief’s shoulders shot up- causing him to nearly drop some loot in-hand, and along with that- a surprised yelp had sounded out.

Head whipping around to spot the witness- a scowl had crossed the bean’s features upon spotting the child-like bird across from him.

-”Wh- ey!! Th’ heck kid! Nearly gave me a frickin’ heart attack dere!” A step forward, floorboards creaking beneath his feet.

Hm..

With a squint of yellow eyes, he’d look the chick from head to toe- a scoff emitting from the thief before tossing, what- some kinda book?- Into the sack nearby.

-”Not takin’ much. Jus’ need somethin’ to pay for some.. stupid injuries, see?” Kids love a sob story, right? They just eat those up like cartoons- or was it cereal?

Whatever.

-”mmmmmmmm. Maybe.”

A pause.