charming_thief

Bart was there a few seconds after he opened his office door. He poked his head around the side of the door and knocked on it.

"Um. Hi." He either didn't see the wall of rubber chickens or didn't seem to find a problem with it.

"Do you have a sec? I have a question."

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Neal brought a hand up to his temples, working on that headache that was brewing thanks to the rubber chickens.

"Sure, yeah. What's up?"

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Bart walked around the door, kicking a couple of rubber chickens out of the way.

"So... You're having us do all sorts of stuff which seems kinda... not good. I mean, Kenzi tried to explain it a little while ago, but, see..."

He was trying to explain this without giving away his secret identity to *another* person. "How can I be a good guy if you're teaching me all this bad guy stuff like stealing and cheating?"

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Oh, god. That headache just kept on throbbing.

"Well, uh, Bart," Neal said, hoping that was the kid's name because he really wasn't sure, "sometimes these things can be useful even for good guys. Like, huh, if you had to lie to get someone to save some orphans, or something."

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"But..." He had to think about that one.

"If we lie to do good things, doesn't that make us almost as bad as the bad guys?"

Deep philosophical questions from Bart Allen. That wasn't going to happen every day.

[OOC: I might be on SP for a few hours due to family stuff.]

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"Nah," said Neal easily. "Pretty sure no."

[[No worries! Take your time!]]

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"Oh." Bart blinked.

"Okay. I guess."

Well, that was easy.

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"Bart." Kenzi was looking from him, to the chickens. And starting to have an evil (but for the sake of good! The sake of GOOD!) plan.

"Got a minute, dude?"

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He turned when he heard the familiar voice. He was a little surprised, having just noticed the wall of rubber chickens. He spun a bit too fast and wobbled a bit.

"Oh. Hi Kenzi. What's up?"

[OOC: As I said above, I may be on SP for a few hours due to family stuff.]

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Kenzi beckoned him closer so she could whisper to him without Mr. Caffrey or any roving squirrels overhearing. She'd give them rum later.

"We need to get these out of Mr. Caffrey's office, and put other places. I don't want Mr. Madrox to know yet or he'll just put them back right away. Think you can help me be sneaky getting rid of them?"

[no problems at all!]

Edited Date: 2011-10-07 10:08 pm (UTC)

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"I can try to be sneaky, but it's easier if I'm just fast. No one can see me if I run fast enough." He was proud of this fact.

"Where should I take them?"

He trusted Kenzi. He probably shouldn't. But he did.

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"Yes!" Kenzi punched the air, and then said, "Okay. The ballpit on the Sixth Floor. Annnd the butter-art installation. And some in the trees? I'm going to grab a few boxes and talk to someone in a pedi-cab so I can take them around. Anywhere, really! Make it look good." She cocked her head. "Meet me at the Causeway, we can put some there!"

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"So... you just want me to spread them around the school and the island and stuff?" He thought about it for a second.

Then he nodded and grabbed a handful of them. "I can do that"

Then he was gone.

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Kenzi had grabbed two coffees from the Perk, and nearly dropped them when she saw what was in Neal's office. "Whooooooa."

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"Thanks," Neal said, reaching out for one of the coffees without waiting for her to offer it to him. "...yeah."

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"This. Is. ... Awe-inspiring." Kenzi was staring with truly staggered appreciation. "Where did they get...? Who would? Wow."

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"...yeah," Neal said again, looking up at all zillion of them. "Not really sure if I should... tell a custodian, or what."

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"We could call Bo. See if she has tape or something, to find out who." But that would still leave them with the Explosion of Rubber Chickens. "Maaaan. That must've taken hours."

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"How much do rubber chickens even cost?" Neal wondered, sipping his coffee. "There's gotta be, what, like a few hundred in there?"

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"Three dollars each," Kenzi said, looking up from her iPod, 'cause the same question occurred to her. "Although, I'd guess there's a discount for bulk, but... wow. Somebody spent a thousand dollars at least. Or stole a few hundred chickens. Which, that'd be even more work." You had to admire the craftmanship of the prank! You had to!

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"Probably had to go to a bunch of different stores, too," Neal observed thoughtfully. "Or have a ton of manpower, and wow, this was that annoying teacher whose class we invaded."

MAAAADROOOOX.

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Kenzi cracked up. "Ahahahahah... Ulp. I mean. That's. So annoying! Wrong! And annoying." Heeee. "But yes. Mr. Madrox could totally have done this."

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"Probably because I took his wallet," Neal said, nodding toward the wallet on the corner of his desk. "Makes me wonder how he got all this without a credit card."

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"More than one card? Or he's got his numbers memorized. Or you know. The easy way." If you were multiple-clone person, then Kenzi guessed theft would be even easier. "... should I get a forklift?"

LET KENZI HAVE A FORKLIFT, MR. CAFFREY, Kenzi tried to beam into his brain by telepathy.

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"Not sure we could get one in the room..."

And also, you know, Kenzi should not have a forklift EVER.

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"Then this might take a while," Kenzi said, consideringly. "Definitely a job for the janitor. But. I might have a few ideas." She grinned. "Isn't it a good thing it's a Friday?"

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"Go for it," Neal said tiredly, leaning against the doorframe.

Predictably, a chicken fell on his head and bounced to the floor.

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