"The unique and criminal nature of the explosion, suggest-"
Flip.
"There have been only four injuries in the cocodrilo Bank and no fatali-"
Flip.
"This can only mean notorious killer and mob king, the Ki-"
Click. With a flip of each local channel, the Kid grew más and más delighted. His small quirky smile quickly grew into one of childlike glee.
"HAHAHA!!" he squeaked with giddy, kicking his feet on his desk.
"Sir? None of these attacks were coordinated por us, there's no need.." dicho a mob member.
"Are tu JOKING me?! That's the best news I've ever heard in my life!! I'm gaining notoriety! Can tu believe it?! I'm soooooo infamous!!" he squeaked further.
"Umm.." replied the mobster. The complete over-excitement of his boss was beginning to disturb him slightly. The awkward pause made The Kid stand up on the escritorio with a cuervo bar in flipper.
"Oh I get it, you're not proud of me~" he cooed softly, patting the crowbar on his palm.
"Wait- WAIT!! I-I'm sorry boss... I just feel a-" croaked the mob member.
"It's alright! I understand! You're not proud because I haven't pulled off my ULTIMATE crime yet! Haha, silly me!" he giggled softly, tossing the metal thing aside.
With a nervous nod, the mobster avoided angering his boss, but as any should know, The Kid is not prone to anger, he's calm and collected in nearly all things he does, even giggling at fatal errors frequently. There was only one thing that enraged him to no end.
"Umm... Sir?" asked another mob member.
"Yes Mercutio?" asked the kid with a grin.
"I noticed that tu do have some form of anonymity, tu know?" asked Mercutio.
The Kid's grin quickly slipped away. He slowly got off his desk, then cracked a nervous smile.
"M-Mercutio... I suppose tu don't mean-" he paused, nearly panting.
"The goggles, the fedora, the suit and bow tie, the shoes, isn't it a bit cowardly to hide?" asked Mercutio further.
The Kid choked, panting slightly as his feathers fluffed up. He held his stomach.
"Oh my- How HOT is it in this room?!" shouted the Kid, holding at his crown and tense.
"You don't need to hide sir, isn't every criminal mastermind open and revealed?" asked Mercutio.
A loud ringing in the Kid's ears began to emanate.
"Stop... Stop...." he softly moaned.
"Are tu alright?" asked another mob member.
The Kid then snapped back into reality, standing erect and holding still.
"Sir!" shouted Mercutio.
"NO!! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!! NO MORE!! I FELT IT FOR TOO LONG!!" he exploded, grabbing a switchblade and slicing Mercutio's neck, the latter falling to the floor and drowning in his own blood. The other mobsters stopped dead in their tracks; another has dared the Kid to remove the disguise.
As the blood collected into a puddle, the Kid was finally relaxed, laying on the floor, blissfully smothering himself in the blood of Mercutio as it flowed.
"Never... Never..." he softly cooed.
"Boss, are you-" asked one.
"Shh... Let him relax, the blood is everything to him, he can't be disturbed now o you'll make him cry.." dicho the other.
"Al, what the hell happened to him?" asked the first.
"Lord knows, all I know is that he needs to relax.. From this día on, no soul is to ask for our boss's identity, o demand something from him, o your blood will be his bath water," dicho Al, gently leading the first pingüino, pingüino de out. He knelt por the Kid and put his fallen fedora back on.
"Heh, thanks-" dicho the Kid, standing up, adjusting his fedora.
"Anytime sir, are tu alright?" asked Al.
"Notoriety- It's everything no? Hehe," chuckled the Kid, wiping some blood off his face.
"Back to your old self much!" laughed Al.
"Of course I am! Haha! hola boys, comida is on me if tu can catch- My first prize!" shouted the Kid, holding up a picture of Kowalski.
"Perfect, he can provide us with the schematics for our siguiente escapade, and the final launch," dicho Al in amusement.
"Indeed, tu know Al, I see the start of a BEAUTIFUL, friendship!" giggled the Kid.
Flip.
"There have been only four injuries in the cocodrilo Bank and no fatali-"
Flip.
"This can only mean notorious killer and mob king, the Ki-"
Click. With a flip of each local channel, the Kid grew más and más delighted. His small quirky smile quickly grew into one of childlike glee.
"HAHAHA!!" he squeaked with giddy, kicking his feet on his desk.
"Sir? None of these attacks were coordinated por us, there's no need.." dicho a mob member.
"Are tu JOKING me?! That's the best news I've ever heard in my life!! I'm gaining notoriety! Can tu believe it?! I'm soooooo infamous!!" he squeaked further.
"Umm.." replied the mobster. The complete over-excitement of his boss was beginning to disturb him slightly. The awkward pause made The Kid stand up on the escritorio with a cuervo bar in flipper.
"Oh I get it, you're not proud of me~" he cooed softly, patting the crowbar on his palm.
"Wait- WAIT!! I-I'm sorry boss... I just feel a-" croaked the mob member.
"It's alright! I understand! You're not proud because I haven't pulled off my ULTIMATE crime yet! Haha, silly me!" he giggled softly, tossing the metal thing aside.
With a nervous nod, the mobster avoided angering his boss, but as any should know, The Kid is not prone to anger, he's calm and collected in nearly all things he does, even giggling at fatal errors frequently. There was only one thing that enraged him to no end.
"Umm... Sir?" asked another mob member.
"Yes Mercutio?" asked the kid with a grin.
"I noticed that tu do have some form of anonymity, tu know?" asked Mercutio.
The Kid's grin quickly slipped away. He slowly got off his desk, then cracked a nervous smile.
"M-Mercutio... I suppose tu don't mean-" he paused, nearly panting.
"The goggles, the fedora, the suit and bow tie, the shoes, isn't it a bit cowardly to hide?" asked Mercutio further.
The Kid choked, panting slightly as his feathers fluffed up. He held his stomach.
"Oh my- How HOT is it in this room?!" shouted the Kid, holding at his crown and tense.
"You don't need to hide sir, isn't every criminal mastermind open and revealed?" asked Mercutio.
A loud ringing in the Kid's ears began to emanate.
"Stop... Stop...." he softly moaned.
"Are tu alright?" asked another mob member.
The Kid then snapped back into reality, standing erect and holding still.
"Sir!" shouted Mercutio.
"NO!! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!! NO MORE!! I FELT IT FOR TOO LONG!!" he exploded, grabbing a switchblade and slicing Mercutio's neck, the latter falling to the floor and drowning in his own blood. The other mobsters stopped dead in their tracks; another has dared the Kid to remove the disguise.
As the blood collected into a puddle, the Kid was finally relaxed, laying on the floor, blissfully smothering himself in the blood of Mercutio as it flowed.
"Never... Never..." he softly cooed.
"Boss, are you-" asked one.
"Shh... Let him relax, the blood is everything to him, he can't be disturbed now o you'll make him cry.." dicho the other.
"Al, what the hell happened to him?" asked the first.
"Lord knows, all I know is that he needs to relax.. From this día on, no soul is to ask for our boss's identity, o demand something from him, o your blood will be his bath water," dicho Al, gently leading the first pingüino, pingüino de out. He knelt por the Kid and put his fallen fedora back on.
"Heh, thanks-" dicho the Kid, standing up, adjusting his fedora.
"Anytime sir, are tu alright?" asked Al.
"Notoriety- It's everything no? Hehe," chuckled the Kid, wiping some blood off his face.
"Back to your old self much!" laughed Al.
"Of course I am! Haha! hola boys, comida is on me if tu can catch- My first prize!" shouted the Kid, holding up a picture of Kowalski.
"Perfect, he can provide us with the schematics for our siguiente escapade, and the final launch," dicho Al in amusement.
"Indeed, tu know Al, I see the start of a BEAUTIFUL, friendship!" giggled the Kid.