After the jog, Magnus went back inside the house to cool off and relax before Kenny started putting him into festival outfits. Franky was left outside to watch the sun come the rest of the way up and try to think of how he was going to get through the dense oafs head.

It was clearly going to take more than crappy pickup lines. He could try romantic gestures, but then Kenny would catch on, and he didn’t want that just yet. Just as he was thinking about how to hit on Magnus without Kenny noticing, the devil himself appeared.

When Kenny eventually woke up he began preparations on festival outfits. Franky did his best to just ignore Kenny. It was only the second day, and he couldn't just start fighting now. It would make the whole job miserable. 

When Magnus came back out, he had a haircut. He said it was to make putting wigs on easier, but Franky had a sneaking suspicion it was because Kenny knew that he liked long hair and didn’t want him to be attracted to Magnus. Well it was too late.

Once everyone was finally outside, Smitty rounded everyone up to explain more of the plan. “We will be here for three days. Jesse and Magnus will go to the festival in the morning and stay ‘till noon. There will be a small break in which the boys will change from their day clothes to their night clothes. They will then go to the after party. I will need the two of you to promote the fake business. Y’all are to function as the distraction.”

Smitty paused then looked over to where Franky was standing, “Make sure you’re paying attention to this dumb bumb. You and Mikey will do the money pickup while the boys are at the after party. The pickup is across town in a small village. I want you to ride out and scout it before going into it for the pickup.”

“Do we have to ride through the village to get back to town?” Franky asked.

“Yes. It would look suspicious if you came into town another way after leaving that way.”

Franky groaned to show his disapproval of the plan despite knowing he was going to do as he was told: just like the loyal dog he was.

With the meeting over, everyone started to go back to their day to prepare for the festival the next day. Since he was in a bad mood, Franky sought out Kenny to start a fight. Although he had avoided Kenny all morning to avoid a fight, he was just in the mood to stir the pot. Plus, there was something sexy about an angry dwarf.

Franky walked right up to Kenny, “why the hell did you kick me this morning?”

“To wake you up.”

“You could have shaken me awake!”

“No. You wake up funny. It was safer for me to just kick you.”

“No, it’s not.” Franky protested and gave Kenny a small shove.

Kenny shoved back and fake fell so that it would look like Kenny was in the wrong for this fight. Smitty was right around the corner which is exactly what Franky was hoping for.

“You two need to put your shit aside.” Smitty hissed as he looked at the two pitiful men.

Kenny storms off and gets into the carriage to go into town for last minute prep for the festival. As he was climbing into the carriage, Franky could hear him say, “He’s a bastard addlepate dumb immatuer shabbaroon unprofessional narssist.”

Franky laughed to himself because all those words could be used to describe Kenny too. Maybe Franky was a masochist, but banging Kenny while being called names made him kind of hot. It was just a shame Franky couldn’t fuck those words out of Kenny anymore.

Horny and unable to do anything about it, Franky sulked back into the house. He picked up one of his muskets and began to disassemble and clean it. He then put it back together and repeated. This was a way for him to calm down and cool off.

While he was doing this, Suanquelle came up to him to ask if she could help. Seeing a perfect opportunity to pick up a girl, Franky quickly invited her to join.

“Of course you can. Here let me show you how it’s done.”

Franky showed her how to disassemble the musket, how to clean, and how to put it back together. Seanquelle watched with great intensity as if she would miss something if she looked away.

After the demonstration, he handed over his muskets to Suanquelle and asked, “So what's it like working for Kenny?”

“Terrible. I’m only doing this until I can start my own body butter store.”

“I bet he is an awful boss. He only ever cares about himself.”

Suanquelle laughed because it was mostly true. “He treats us all like babysitters.” While speaking she dropped a part of the gun and swore in french.

“Do you actually know French or do you only know swear words like a naughty girl?” Franky half flirted with her.

“Oh, I speak French.” Seanquelle answered in French.

Answering her in the language Franky said, “Sweet. I know Kenny can’t, so we have our own secret language!”

She giggled at him as she continued to work with the muskets. After a while, Franky gets tired from his watch and excuses himself to go take a nap. He told Suanquelle she could spend as much time as she wants with the muskets and don’t let anyone tell her otherwise.