Finally, Heely emerged holding three enormous sacks of pennies, one in each hand, and one balanced on the center of his head. “Awwright yous, two do-gooders, how’d you like a bit of spare change!?” With that, he chucked the three gigantic bags towards The Scarlet Derby and Midnight Jay. To no great surprise, The Derby and Jay easily dodged the incoming loose change and gave a sneering retort to the late coming thug.
“Really?” The Jay scoffed. “We waited all this time to have penny sacks lobbed at us, that was your master plan?”
Heely stood there, scratching his head .“Duh, yeah it was my plan: First I throw the bags, den the bags explode because of all deh fuse bombs I put in deh bags.”
The Jay gave a pause from her jeering, her whole being recoiling in horror. “These…bags are full of bombs?”
“And when they explode, penny shrapnel is going to fly everywhere?” The Jay continued.
Heely nodded once again.
The Jay took a couple of steps back, hooking The Derby’s arm along the way. “Run, dear.”
“I’m sorry, I-” The Derby tried to protest, but was only pulled away quicker.
“Run! Take cover!” The Jay insisted, and the two returned to their space behind the card table just as the bomb bags went off, cracking the pavement and sending hundreds of additional stolen pennies in all directions. Once the chaos had settled, The Derby and Jay peeked their heads back out amidst the clouds of black powder.
“No sign of the Three-Headed Mob.” The Derby reported.
“You don’t suppose they…” The Jay said ominously, fearing the worst.
The Derby shook his head. “Most likely they used our retreat as an excuse to make their own. “
The Jay clicked her tongue. “Well, one thing is for certain: that third lackey of theirs was pretty brilliant in his stupidity today.”
“I’ve never seen something so ingeniously moronic.” The Derby agreed.