“...giv’em the slip? (¬_´¬)” Roxy’s eyes shift to the left, and then dart to the right.

*HUFF* *HUFF* *HUFF* “...(,,¬﹏¬,,)…I think so, boss.” Sina puts her arm against the wall to give herself a moment.

“Good. (¬_¬) I’m FINALLY making it BIG tonight. (¬_¬) I con’t afford any damn cats ruinin’ this for me. (¬_¬)”

“Or any damn mice! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡”

“OR ANY DAMN FOXES!!!” Who said this? It wasn’t a fox!

Roxy looks around…is afraid…sweating buckets from under her hat…it wasn’t always this hot, was it?

“Orrr anyyy damnnn bearzzz!!!” *giggle* *giggle* *CACKLE* *CRACKLE* Who said that? It wasn’t a bear!

Sina was already looking around…was already afraid…static tings from her toes, and clings all around her waist and frizzes up to raise hell…on her hair…

“Who” and “Who” the answer lies just ahead…

More criminals. But not average like Roxy or Sina.

A much “higher” rank or perhaps “lower” rank, depending on how one personally feels about the morality of keeping score on law-breaking varieties. For your sake, I’d keep all bets off.

⚡︎ Beatrixxx Bunnyyy. (Beatrix Bunny, before “the accident”). Beware: Those tangled-up power cables may be unplugged, but are very much live. ⚡︎ One wrong touch, and it’s lights out. ⚡︎

ঌ Darcel Duck. Danger: The contents of this package are highly flammable. ঌ Gaze into her eyes for too long, and more than just your heart will explode. ঌ

Their real names, as such for wanted criminals, are expected to be widely publicized for the general public’s knowledge and safety, and we’ll do the same here. We do it by the book.  

“Our delivery, fleafags.” Darcel is already out of patience. “Where is it?”

“Y-yes, Madame! (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Just a sec…” Roxy elbows Sina. “Giv’em the merch alridy, don keep ’em waitin’!!! (¬_¬)”

“Righty-o, boss!!! ∠(‘-‘ )” The obedient and dependable dumbass, Sina, gets to it. Scrambling through the ground’s litter, scraps, junk, and mush among trash cans and boxes until she finds something. “Ta-daaaaaaaaaaaaaa~(づ◡﹏◡)づ” She reveals a wet suitcase covered in a couple of scraps of old newspaper and God only knows what else.

“...(ᵕ—ᴗ—)…” In a brown-nosing and kiss-assing panic, Roxy quickly rubs the suitcase as clean as clean and as dry as dry can get with her bushy tail. Then, seizes the suitcase from Sina. “All prisint ind accounted for, yer majesty~(づ◡﹏◡)づ”

⚡︎ *ZZZZZAAAAAPPP* ⚡︎ *ZIIIIINNNGGGG* ⚡︎ 

(づ◡﹏◡)づ...?....(O_O)...!...Roxy is now suddenly empty-handed except for a new tingling and prickly sensation that replaced where the suitcase used to be. 

Shockingly speedy! That suitcase was traded for with static and sparks.

“It better be, peasant.” Darcel “chills” and keeps her eyes locked on hard with Roxy and Sina. 

“Bea.” Darcel snaps her fingers. “Hop to it. We don’t got all night.”

“Hm~(≖⩊≖) Hm~(≖⩊≖) Hm~(≖⩊≖)?” Beatrixxx flips and flops the suitcase between, then up-down, and side-to-side, all with only her ears. 

“Feelsss heavyyy…(≖⩊≖)…” Beatrixxx gives the suitcase another jiggle-jiggle. “...(≖⩊≖)...enoughhh…” The assessment is complete. 

“You two didn’t open it, RIGHT.” Darcel isn’t “asking” Roxy and Sina so much as she is “stating” that they didn’t fuck this job up and followed ALL the instructions given to them, down to the T. 

(.Ó﹏Ò.) Roxy shakes her head no. Darcel Duck can never be wrong. 

(.Ó﹏Ò.) Sina shakes her head yes. Darcel Duck is always correct.

(¬_¬) Roxy smacks Sina upside. “Lord Darcel sid we DIDIN open it, ya dope!”

(╥‸╥) “I know…‘Yes, Master Darcel, you are intelligent and perceptive, we did not open it as per the clear instructions bestowed upon us prior to Delivery’ is what I meant with that…” Sina wasn’t being stupid. She was trying her best.

“Good girl.” Darcel is not one to give out compliments much. And Sina caught one for free. 

(¬_¬) Roxy is jealous. 

“What abouttt meee?” *giggle* *giggle* *CACKLE* *CRACKLE* Beatrixxx caresses Darcel’s beak and head with her fluffy ear. “I wasss a good girlll too…”

Darcel bats away the teasing ear. “Adequate work, dolls.” She puffs her hair. “You both achieved the bare minimum successfully, so thanks for not breaking my heart by making me ask for more.”

Work here is about to wrap up.

“Don’t you meannn…” Beatrixxx can’t hold it in. *giggle* *CRACKLE* “AdeQUACK work?” 

“Bea…not in the mood…” Darcel is the first to walk away. “...not in the mood…”

“Neverrr in the mood…” Beatrixxx skips along with her, keeping a tight grip on the suitcase with that ear.

The Delivery has been fulfilled. Darcel and Beatrixxx no longer need to stick around. These lovely ladies have a more important schedule to stick to. Dedicated Dame. Busy Babe.