//------------------------------// // Shark Attack // Story: The Friendship Mafia // by FlareGun45 //------------------------------// Since my pop has discovered the truth, he’s been really testing the Friendship Mob lately. He sent his mob to different parts of Mareami all at once just to keep every one of us busy and separated. Clay Cement was riding his scooter as fast as he could through the streets of Mareami trying to get to his next destination. He’s been jumping ramps, and running red lights, almost causing accidents just to keep Mareami safe. When he got to the Laundromat in Little Hoovana, he saw that the clerk inside was screaming because two of the Sharks mob were inside tossing clothes everywhere. “HA HA HA! Dirty ‘em up! Dirty ‘em up!” one of the mobsters cried out tossing the clothes out of the washing machine and stepping on the clothes. “That’s right, folks! You paid a Laundromat to dirty your clothes up!” “C’mon, bucko! Empty all the change out of the machines!” the other mobster threatened the clerk. “Please! Please don’t do this!” the clerk begged. “Empty the machines, or watch your customer’s clothes get stained… TWICE!” the mobster threatened as he aimed both a mustard gun and a ketchup gun at the pile of clothes on the floor. “NOOOOO!” the clerk cried. “Yo, brotha!” Clay said as he runs over to the front door and was about to make an epic entrance by rolling inside. “Your robbery is about to get- OW!” Clay yelled as when he rolls, he forgot the door was closed so he banged into it. Clay stands back up rubbing his head and tried to open the door, but he was pushing instead of pulling, and it was a pull door. The mobsters, the customers, and the clerk all looked at him and at eachother awkwardly as they all just paused what they were doing and froze in place. Clay eventually opens the door and walks inside. “Ow!” he said. “Next time, before I roll inside and make an epic entrance, I’m making sure it’s a push door, not a pull! Ow! I think I’m going to feel that in the morning! Anyways… where were we? Ah yes! Sharks mob, your robbery just got… cemented!” “Are you going to say that every time you stop us? Think of a new ridiculous pun, Clayton!” the mobster suggested. “HEY! The only ponies that can call me Clayton… are the Canterlot ponies, because they have a good reason to! YOU will call me Clay!” Clay informed them. “Whatever. Anyways, ONE more move, Clay, and I will stain these clothes with BOTH condiments!” the mobster threatened him. “I don’t think so!” the clerk said as he punches the mobster in the face and then head-locks him, and forces him to disarm. “What the?!” the mobster cried. “I am part of Friendship Mob too, you jerk!” the clerk said angrily at the mobster. “Whoa! Two against two?” the other mobster freaked out. “We don’t like playing fair! Run away! Run away!” the other mobster started retreating out the back door, and then the first mobster does so too. All the customers started cheering as Clay and the store clerk both bro-hoof eachother. “Nice moves, brotha!” Clay said. “But I didn’t know you were part of the mob too.” “I don’t. I lied.” The clerk admitted. “I just know it scares the Sharks when they realize they have fair competition!” “Amen to that!” Clay said. Just then, Clay’s phone starts to ring the Nokia ringtone. The old one from 1994 to 2001. A very familiar ringtone, huh? “Yeee’ello!” Clay said. “Clay, its Turnip Orch!” Turnip said from the phone. “Yo, Turnny! What up?” Clay asked. “The region of the atmosphere that can give us a view of space depending on the time of day or night, which also reflects and protects us from the evils of space and the sun.” Turnip said. “In other words… you’re saying… the sky?” Clay asked. “Yes, Clay, the sky.” Turnip said. “Now I can’t talk long, because I’m in the middle of protecting the Hoof Point Mall, but on the way I saw a hardware store is being attacked by the Sharks, so if you would kindly get to that.” “Ugh! Another attack?” Clay complained. “Am I going to ever get to sleep?” “Well if you must know by fact, the Sharks themselves are getting tired as well, so it won’t be long until they stand down…. I hope.” Turnip said as he hangs up and starts using RC cars to chase out the mobsters that are attacking the mall. “HA HA! Eat some fender you Shark chicken-heads!” Turnip taunts them. “There’s plenty more where that came from! Wait… what the?!” “HA HA!” a mobster laughed as a giant robot body with a mobster in the middle, controlling it by having his hooves in between censor bracelets, breaks through the wall of the tool shop carrying a bunch of weapons and such. “Whoazas!” Turnip cried out in excitement. “Well then, my friend, if it’s a robo body battle you want, it’s a robo body battle you’ll get! TRANSFORM!” just then, all the RC cars in the mall start driving towards Turnip and start combining their parts so Turnip can transform himself into a huge robo body just like the one the other mobster was using. Then the two of them started fighting, and after one little poke, the mobster’s machine breaks apart into a million pieces. Sorry, no epic battle! Not yet! After the machine collapses, the mobster starts to flee. “HA HAAAA! That’s right, run away to your mommy!” Turnip taunted him. “MY MOM’S IN THE HOSPITAL, YOU JERK!” the mobster yelled. “Oh…” Turnip’s face turned red. “Umm… I… I hope she gets well soon. Maybe I’ll give her a card.” So Turnip expands his robot arm all the way over to the card store, his hand breaks through the wall, and he takes a small Get Well Soon card out of the store, and then he uses his other robotic arm to smash a Customer Service booth by accident, and gets a pen from there. Then he uses the robotic arms to write a message on the card. “I… hope… you… get… well… very soon. Your… son… just… kicked… my… flank… in… a… robotic… battle. Love… Turrrrrrnip… Orrrrrch.” “Wait, what?” the mobster asked. “Yeah, I wrote that you won, because it’ll at least help her smile.” Turnip said. “Awww, thank yous!” the mobster smiled. “Not a problem! Good battle! Let’s rematch soon!” Turnip suggested as he gives the card to the mobster. “For sure!” the mobster agreed and he ran off. Turnip inhaled and then exhaled and he said, “It feels good to do good!” Just then, his cell phone starts to ring. His ring tone was the Chicken Dance. “Greetings!” “Yo, Turnip, man!” Angel answered. “I got some info, man, on-“ “SLOW DOWN!” Turnip yelled. “You talk so fast, Angel! What are you trying to say?” “Sharks heading towards the office building near your area.” Angel said. “I’m on it!” Turnip said as he hung up, and then he goes into his ringtones folder so he can play the Chicken Dance again with his suit. Over at a club in Hoofington Beach Drive, Angel was getting surrounded by Sharks. “Nowhere left to run… man!” a mobster taunted. “HEY! Don’t use my words on me, man! I’m nopony to be messed with, man!” Angel said. He then goes through his jacket pocket and takes out a laser pointer. All the mobsters started to laugh. “What are you supposed to do with that thing?” a mobster asked. “Yeah! We’re not kitties, or griffons for that matter!” another mobster said. “You’ll see, man! PEE-CHOOOW!” Angel cried as he points his laser pointer at the disco ball and then the laser reflected on the ball and pointed everywhere. All the mobsters started screaming because they were being blinded by the light. All except the blind mobster. “What? What’s with the screaming?” the blind mobster asked. “I caught him! I caught, Angel Heartstrings! TAKE THAT!” the blind mobster starts whacking the bartender with his cane. “HEY! Hey! If you want me to call a cab for you, I will! Just don’t take your drunken rage on me!” the bartender cried. “Aw yeah, boy!” Angel laughed. “You see that? I used a different word that time, boy!” “WHY AREN’T YOU SCREAMING IN PAIN?!” one of the mobsters yelled. “Didn’t the laser get your eyes too?” “These aren’t just regular glasses I’m wearing. These are one of those glasses that turns into sunglasses depending on how much light there is.” Angel said. Just then, Angel’s phone starts to ring himself rapping about how much he loves the streets and wants to marry it and such. It sucked so much I’m not even going to repeat it. “Yo, boy!” he said as he answered his phone at the very last second. “What happened, Angel? What took you so long to answer?” Annabelle asked on the other line. “Listening to your ringtone again?” “Err… no. Just… finishing up a fight, boy.” Angel lied. “Boy? What happened to man?” Annabelle asked. “I’ve discovered a new word that I liked, boy!” Angel said. “Uh huh.” Annabelle said not caring one bit. “Anyways, A, I heard of a problem going on at East Beach. Why don’t you go and check it out?” “ME?! US?! Why don’t the police handle any of this?!” Angel complained. Meanwhile at the donut shop, a couple of cops were hanging while eating donuts and drinking coffee. “Shouldn’t we go take care of the many disturbances around town?” one of the cops asked. “Why? It’s the Sharks mob! Let the Friendship Mob take care of this!” the other cop said. “Let the two mobs destroy eachother and we’ll take care of those that survived!” “Sounds like a plan!” the first cop said as they both toasted their coffees. Meanwhile with Annabelle, he was trying to protect the elderly at the Prissy Pines retirement community. “I’ll save you elders! You are the wisest of the wise, and you need protect!” Annabelle yelled as he fights some of the mobsters Matrix style. “Huh? Why did he say?” one of the old ponies asked. “I think he said something about selling brochures.” The other old pony said. “We ain’t interested in your advertising campaign, you whipper snapper!” the first old pony yelled. “Stop spending us flat broke!” “This is a fun play!” an old mare said as she was eating some corn and watching Annabelle fight off the mobsters. Annabelle suddenly does the classic ‘throw your opponent across a bar counter’ trick; only difference is this bar is an oatmeal bar. Annabellle gets strangled by a mobster that ambushes him from behind and then he flips him over his head down to the ground. Also… the classic Matrix trick. Jump into the air with two legs out and then froze in place, and then after… the two mobsters bump into eachother. “Woops… too high.” Annabelle said as he lands on top of the two mobsters. “Still effective, I suppose.” And just like that, all the Sharks were defeated. “Woo I’m hungry! Hey, lady, can I have some of that corn you’re eating?” “Sure, deary!” the old mare said offering him some corn. When he places his hoof inside, he then takes it out quickly seeing his hoof was all wet and buttery. “AAH! What kind of popcorn is that?!” Annabelle cried. “Popcorn? Deary I can’t have popcorn, I have no teeth. It’s cream corn.” The old mare said. Just then, Annabelle’s phone starts to vibrate, since he doesn’t like ringtones that much. He finds them unnecessary and annoying. Annabelle puts his hoof in his pocket to get his phone out and then it slips off and onto the floor. “Oh right… buttery hooves.” He said as he picked up his phone with his dry hoof, but it just slips off again. “Really? Must’ve already made the phone slippery. Hey, do any of you have a napkin I can borrow?” “I have one!” an old stallion called out. “One that’s not used?” Annabelle asked. “Oh…” the old stallion said. “Here I have one.” A beat up mobster offered. “Oh thank you!” Annabelle said as he takes the napkin and wipes off his phone, and then the mobster faceplants on the floor. Once Annabelle’s phone was dried off, he answered it. “Hola?” “Hey, Annabelle! I found my brother near the don’s house. I could use some assistance. I already called the others.” I said on the phone. “Alright, H! See you there!” Annabelle said as he hung up. “Sorry, wise ones, but duty calls!” “Can we have kisses before we go?” an old mare asked. “Our grandkids didn’t show up today.” “Of course! It’s my job to keep folks like you happy!” Annabelle said as he leaned over and- MOVING ON… over near the don’s house, I spotted my brother Autumn causing trouble. Autumn and I have reached an impasse. We were both aiming our weapons at eachother, and stared at eachother, having a nice brotherly conversation. “What’s up, bro?” I asked. “Trying to capture the don while using your mob to keep us all busy? We’re no fools, Autumn!” “You are foolish, Herb. Very, very foolish.” Autumn said. “Even though you caught me red-hooved right now, that doesn’t mean you win.” “I know.” I said. “We don’t win until pop is defeated. Don’t you understand that he’s just using you?” “I’m your replacement, bro!” Autumn said. “After you were out of the way he needed a new apprentice, and I was next in line for the job! How’s mom, by the way? She hasn’t answered my calls.” “She’s fine, and away from all this.” I said. “I sent her out of Mareami on a nice long vacation until this gang war ends.” “For once, you did a good deed, brother. I wouldn’t want her to be a part of this either.” Autumn admitted. “You know how moms are, trying to break up the fights.” “I too want this fight to end, Autumn.” I said. “Really, I’d rather all of us get along, but pop isn’t making that happen. He’s not going to stop until he converts me to his side, get rid of Cipriani, and end the Friendship Mob once and for all.” “I like that plan! I like it very much!” Autumn said. “All we want is peace too. Don’t you understand that pop wants us to be a family again? I miss you, Herb! I know we never got along in the past, mainly because you had pop’s attention, but I hope you realize that now I am the favorite, I don’t hate you anymore. I don’t want to get rid of you, Herb, I just wanted pop’s affection just like he gave you. It wasn’t much to ask for.” “Your jealousy got the best of you.” I said. “As long as pop gives you that affection you think he’s giving you, you’re not going to just accept the fact, that all he cares about is power.” “You think I care?” Autumn asked. “If he wants power, then let him have it! Think about it, Herb, life was so much easier when pop was the principle, wasn’t he? He helped us skip through school! We’re as dumb as a cow!” “That is so offensive! Cows are ponies too!” I said. “Some day, the cows are going to roam free, and one day, ponies won’t force them out of their milk! They’re not second-class citizens!” “Herb, your time in the Friendship Mob has made you delusional, dear brother!” Autumn said. “Why is Cipriani telling you all these lies? He’s your problem, not us!” Just then, a group of mobsters came and joined Autumn and aimed their weapons at me. “Well Herb, it looks like we have the upper-hoof now. Care to let us in the don’s house? We’d like to have a word with him.” “No way, Josey!” Clay said as my friends as well as a bunch of other Friendship mobsters came and joined us and aimed their weapons at the Sharks. “It’s no way, José, Clay.” Annabelle corrected him. “Not on my keyboard, it’s not!” Clay said. “Can’t find how to put that little smudge over the E, so I’m just calling it Josey until I figure it out.” “Looks like we’re at an impasse again, brother.” I said. “A fair fight, huh?” Autumn asked. “Well… you win this round, Herb, but I hope you realize that the fight has just begun, despite the fact that we’ve been fighting for months now.” Autumn then turned around and yelled, “Alright, ponies! Let’s fall back!” and so Autumn and all of his Sharks ran away, leaving us in victory once again. The don’s house suddenly opens, and Star Trot and Bright Wing come out to join us. “Very impressive! The don is most pleased of your efforts and your victory!” Star Trot said. “Ugh! What do these jerks want?” Turnip mumbled. “Watch your mouth, geek! We represent the don in most circumstances!” Bright Wing said. “You insult us, you insult him! You wouldn’t want to insult the don, would you?” “No, of course not!” Star Trot said. “Anyways, all of you are dismissed… EXCEPT… you five.” He points to me and my four friends. “Why is it always us, boy?” Angel complained. “Boy?” I asked. “He found a new word.” Annabelle said. “Ah.” I understood. “That’s good. Could use a break from the other word.” “What word?” Angel asked. “You mean ma-“ “YEEES!” Turnip yelled, cutting him off. So the five of us followed the two of them into the house so we can chat with the don. Star and Bright let us into the don’s office and they waited out in the hallway. “Welcome! Please, sit.” Poni instructed us. “There’s only two chairs.” Turnip pointed out. “There’s a sofa back there! Sit on that!” Poni instructed three of them. So Angel, Turnip, and Clay sat on the sofa while Annabelle and I sat on the chairs. “Thank you.” “What do you need, boss?” Annabelle asked. “A favor.” Poni said. “Since you five are my most affectionate guardians of harmony, you five are going to go with me on a very special mission.” “A-and what mission might that be?” Angel asked. “It’s been taken some doing, but we did it! We earned ourselves a possible seat in the Commission!” Poni said. “The five families?” I asked. “About to turn into six!” Poni added. “That’s great, boss!” I said excitedly. “We’ve been all dreaming about this day for a long time!” “We have?” Angel asked. “Shush!” Turnip shushed him. “We have.” I said. “The Commission, huh? So we’re really doing this thing?” “Yes we are, Herb.” Poni nodded. “We most certainly are! We’re going to really do this thing! We’re going to go into the Commission, and try to help them use their mobs for good instead of evil.” “That’s going to take some doing, boss.” Annabelle said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not questioning what you’re capable of, because you’re capable of anything! What I mean is… them… they may be a problem.” “I understand what you’re saying, Annabelle, and I agree with you.” Poni said. “But since the five families are actually accepting us, it’s one step closer for them trusting us.” “Why though?” Turnip asked. “How are we, the Friendship Mob, able to get into a crime Commission? We use our mob for good, how could they accept us?” “Think about it!” Poni said. “What does the Commission want more than anything in the world?” Just then, the five of us all whispered to eachother so we can guess what he’s talking about. “Uhh… power?” I asked. “Money!” Poni said. “Told you!” Clay whispered to me. “You know how much money we’re making?” I asked. “So much money that I was able to buy a mansion on Seastar Island. Not for me of course, for the mob. It’s been renovated right now, so I’m going to be moving out of this little house soon. I’m putting it up for sale.” “Why don’t you buy this house, H?” Annabelle suggested. “Me?” I asked. “Yes! Anypony else here named H?” Annabelle asked. “Why would I move here?” I asked. “So you can move out of that dump you live in right now, boy!” Angel said. “Exactly!” Clay agreed. “You live in a one-room studio apartment!” “Besides the bathroom.” Turnip added. “And there’s cockroaches there!” Clay said. “This house is clean, it has more rooms. It’s not too big, so it’s not too expensive. You should definitely move here!” “Really?” I asked. “You think I should buy this house?” “Perfecto!” Poni said. “I’ll sell it to Herb for a discount!” “Really? A discount?” I asked. “A 2% discount!” Poni said. “It’s very nice here. It even has a swimming pool! Not as big as the one I’m going to have, but… you know… it’s better than nothing.” “Ok!” I nodded. “Sounds like a plan! I’ve been saving up money for a new place anyway! The Friendship Mob helped me increase funds!” “How did we get these funds anyway?” Clay asked. “The city council pays us for what we do.” I said. “They pay us a tad more than what they pay the police, but we actually do a better job than them. More ponies are joining the Friendship Mob more than the MDPD.” “Probably because we don’t require academy training.” Turnip said as he relaxed on the sofa. “Poni, I’m a bit confused, boss.” Clay said. “What is the Commission?” “The Commission is home to the five mafia families of Equestria. Five different cities with five different mafia families.” Poni said. “There’s the Sharks mafia, the mob we have here in Mareami. It’s also their newest mob to join the Commission. They joined the Commission a little over 10 years ago.” “Who are the other four families?” Angel asked. “Patience, I was just about to get to that, Angel.” Poni said. “The next mafia family we have is the Fraterno mob family, led by Amore Fraterno. The mafia of Fillydelphia. They’re best known for their great strategies of protection. They know how to make ambushes, and they know what their enemies are planning even before they they do! The Fillydelphia mob is the best organized mob in all of Equestria. They even keep copies of police records, and burn the ones that have something to do with them. The Fraterno mob has the best scouts and couriers. The Commission usually relies on them to plan out strategies if the entire Commission decides to work together on a job.” “I wouldn’t wanna mess with that mob! No sir!” Clay said. “How can an entire mob organization be THAT organized.” “Calm down, drama queen, you barely know anything about them.” Turnip said. “There is nopony more organized than I am. Even if they are one step ahead of every other type of organization or police force, I’m TEN steps ahead of them!” “Next we have the Mela Di Legno mob family.” Poni continued. “Led by the one and only Mela Di Legno. They’re the mafia of Las Pegasus. Las Pegasus is home to have the most smuggling operations in Equestria. The Mela Di Legno have more merchandise than the other four families combined. This mob family is in charge of the smuggling operations that run in Las Pegasus. They pay off the port guards in case there is product useful for them, such as the mysterious merchandise that was delivered to Equestria by the Sphinx Cartel. The cartel has connections with the Commission, only as long as they keep selling their product to them at a discounted price. The Mela Di Legno family is the most useful for supplying items that are useful to the Commission.” “I’m the same way boss!” Clay said. “If any of the mob asks for any merchandise whatsoever, I can get it! I always pull through!” “The next mafia in the Commission is the Baltimare mob family known as the Penna family.” Poni continued. “It is led by the don Neon Penna. That mob is best known for their stealth strategies. Nopony can ever see them coming. They are the best ponies for ambushes and late-night heists. They are also the most physically strong and most athletic ponies in the Commission. Former Wonderbolts are even in this family. They’re like ninjas and speeding bullets!” “So am I, boy! I know a ton of good stealth, boy! You know how I am with these streets! Boy, I’m fast, I’m strong, I cannot be seen! I’m basically invisible!” Angel said. “And the final mob family, the one that runs the operations.” Poni continued. “This mob family resides in Manehatten. They run the meetings, they run the Commission. There is no greater crime organization than this mob. They have the money, they have the power, and they have the intellect. If you thought every other mob family was bad. If you thought the Sharks were bad, you wouldn’t like this mob!” “Cut to the chase already!” Angel complained. “This mafia is known as… the Marmellata mob.” Poni continued. “This mob actually runs the criminal empire in Equestria. For those criminal organizations that decide to ally themselves with the Marmellata family, the Marmellata actually organizes the mob and gives them jobs, in exchange for protection and share of the power and wealth. If we could get the Marmellata family on our side, all other criminal organizations will have to as well; either that, or decide to abandon their alliance with them.” “Wow.” Annabelle said surprisingly. “This mob seems intense. But usually, I know how to get passed situations. I know good strategies. That’s why I was made capo!” “Oh shut up, Annabelle!” Clay complained. “So what is the Sharks mob useful to the Commission?” I asked. “Their stupidity.” Poni said. “Makes sense.” I said. “The Commission is actually using the Sharks.” Poni said. “They provide good distractions, and make the Commission look bad to their enemies, which catches the enemies off guard. If the enemy gangs think the Commission is stupid, they underestimate them, and therefore get shown what they’re made of. The Sharks? They’re just pawns to them. They don’t even have an Italian name. There was one slot available in the Commission after one of the past mobs… decided to… change their ways.” “So wait, a slot available?” I asked. “Does that mean the Commission needs to have five families?” “No more, no less.” Poni said. “But we’re joining the Commission!” I said. “If we’re joining, that means one mob has to leave!” “Exactly!” Poni said. “Which mob is that going to be?” I asked. “Who do you think?” Poni asked. “Well excuse me, BOSS! You know I didn’t have a very good education!” I complained. “I don’t think you need an education to know that, H.” Annabelle informed me. “But what about us?” Turnip asked. “How are WE the Friendship Mob useful to them? Besides money?” “We’re the good guys!” Poni said. “We’re known around Equestria. We have connections to higher organizations that fight disharmony. The FDA trusts us, the DIF trusts us, city police trust us, even Princess Celestia trusts us! The Commission are going to use us for their advantage, and not as ridiculous pawns like the Sharks. Pawns, yes, but not ones that are stupid. Each of the four families are pawns to the Marmellata family, but they are very useful.” “So if we’re going to be used for the Commissions’ crimes, how are we keeping peace on the streets?” Angel asked. “We’ll see if WE can convert THEM to good before THEY can convert bad to US.” Poni said. “You think we’ll be able to do it ourselves?” I asked. “Of course not! We have connections that are going to help us out.” Poni said. “We’re going to have a meeting with the Commission soon. The Marmellata family’s Zeppelin is coming here to Mareami tonight after midnight with the other three families. Equestrian airwatch officials have been paid off and they’re going to be landing near the Lunar Space Center. That’s where we’re meeting them. Every don is going to have bodyguards, but each of the family is only allowed a limited amount of bodyguards. The limit is going to be seven.” “So that’s the five of us. Who’s the other two?” Turnip asked. “Star Trot and Bright Wing.” Poni said. “You seven are my most trusted allies. Even though… five of you ALMOST betrayed me once, but it’s all a thing in the past. I trust Star and Bright with my life, and you five are the most affectionate of the family. You five do a great job. I am relying on all of you for this mission. We can’t let this fail! This is the most important mission I’m giving you. Can you handle it? If not, you’re free to drop out and I’ll find somepony else more fitting.” “No way, boss!” I stood up. “I speak for all of us when I say-“ “Did I ask you to stand up?” Poni interrupted me. So I sat back down again. I then continued, “I speak for all of us when I say that we won’t fail you. If converting the Commission to good is the way to go, then I believe you. We’re going to stand by your side until the very end! Even beyond that!” “Also, if we’re able to get into the Commission, they can help us against the Sharks.” Annabelle suggested. “Get them to leave us alone and stop robbing these poor places. We can use the Commission to our advantage!” “Perfect! That’s why you’re the one with the strategies, Annabelle!” I said. Annabelle then smiled and blushed. “Why isn’t Star and Bright in here with us in this briefing though?” Turnip asked. “I told them what they needed to do ahead of time. They’re always with me.” Poni said. “They’re my bodyguards. They’re basically my shadows! They never leave my side. There are ponies out there hunting me down. Know anypony Herb?” “I know what you mean.” I nodded. Have you ever felt that you were being watched? Well I do. I have that feeling right now. Basically because we were being watched. “It appears you were successful, son.” My pop said to Autumn while looking at a security feed of our conversation. “Yes, pop! I have successfully planted the bugs inside of Poni’s house while the others were occupied around Mareami.” Autumn said. “Excellent, and just in time too!” pop said as he stands up from his office chair. “It looks like it’s time to show this footage to the other four families. They’d be most destined to see this!” “But they’re about to betray you!” Autumn said. “Not for long!” pop said. “Once they see that the evidence of the Friendship Mob plotting against them, they’ll never invite them to the Commission! Time for them to see how useful the Sharks mob can actually be!” The screen then fades black only showing the evilness of my dad’s eyes, like in those Disney movies. “Uhh, Autumn? Can you turn the lights back on please?” “Can’t help it, pop!” Autumn said excitedly. “I just love your glow in the dark contact lends!”