Pair of Sneakers

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world

Wait. So, you're telling me I could play sport where I get rewarded for stealing a base.

I swear on my mother's coat!

Uh, I cannot believe this is what I've been reduced to.

What are you doing here?!

Following you.

You're up to no good and I want in.

Okay, Freddie, it's not even like evil.

You'd be way bored.

Jacking a limo, sneaking onto the Isle of the Lost, stealing a jewel!

Let's do this.

You were not just following me.

You were listening too!

Guilty.

Just can't trust those VKs.

APPROACHING DESTINATION.

PROTECTIVE DOME DISENGAGED.

Home, freak home.

Now, where do we start?

My dad hid things for just about everyone.

Even for the worst of the worst.

That is my mum.

Okay. So, we get in, find that jewel and get out before anyone sees us.

Sounds like a plan.

Let the searching begin!

Ew! Muggy hair.

Uh, sorry.

No jewel in here.

Oooh, I like this.

Any luck?

No.

You?

Nah.

Cool.

Ta-dah!

Wow! O-kay.

You think your dad's gonna notice we were here?

Nah.

Sorry, you didn't find your jewel, Mal.

But, here. This lucky necklace is all yours.

From me to you.

Oh, thanks, Freddie.

Guess, we'd better head back.

You know...

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