Seabass’ Diary…Day 165…A Perfect Distraction

November 6, 2017- “What’s your plan?” I said to the rodent.

“The plan is, we’ll create a distraction outside of the main door. When the humans come out to investigate, you guys can sneak right in. We’ll meet you upstairs.”

“So wait one second, you’re not even going to help us?” Simba asked

The rodent looked at his friend and then glared at me, “We ARE helping, by creating the distraction!”

I glanced at Simba and could tell that he was thinking the same thing that I was, if we were going to help the other animals, it was entirely up to the two of us. We couldn’t depend on anyone else to do what we do best, which is search and rescue.

“Alright, fine! We’ll do all of the work.” Simba muttered. “Lives are hanging in the balance, and we’re out here squabbling and wasting time!”

“Ready?” I asked the rodents.

“What, now?” they said with their mouths gaping open in unison

“Yes now! When were you thinking?”

“Nevermind. Alright, let’s do this.”

Without another word from any of us, the rodents climbed the front steps of the porch and started banging on the main door.  Simba and I waited behind a potted plant.

All of the sudden the door flew open and a large human came out. He looked around for where the noise had come from and his eyes finally settled on the rodents scrapping it out on the welcome mat.

“What in the world?” He said, “Babe, you gotta come see this!”

Simba and I didn’t stick around to see what happened next, we ran into the house as fast as our legs would carry us. We couldn’t risk being seen.

We raced up the staircase to Amelia’s room and hid under the bed.

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Seabass’s Diary…Day 147…Plan B

June 5, 2017- We marched forward. Thoughts ran through my mind of how we were possibly going to escape this situation. I hope that Simba had a plan but I wasn’t going to leave my fate or his fate in anyone else’s hands.

I was angry with him. He knew better than to trust canines and here he was putting his trust in this Dog that I had never met, that I knew nothing about. Now we were pretty much hostages.

“I trussst that you’ve changed your mindsss in assssisssting me,” Hugo slithered.

“What choice do we have?” I challenged.

“HAHAHA! You’re right! There isssss no choice!”

“Your son isn’t really missing is he?” Simba stated. We both knew the answer to the question without Hugo confirming our suspicions.

“Sssson? What sssson?” Hugo laughed.

I felt sick to my stomach. I knew that there was something wrong with Hugo but I never imagined that he was willing to lie about having a son in order to trick us into coming with him.

I looked at Simba and he stared back at me. I knew what he was thinking and I was thinking the same thing; if you’re ever in a situation where someone is trying to abduct you, never, ever let them take you to the next location. If they get you to the next location, the chances of escaping and making it out alive greatly diminish.

As we followed Hugo out of the back gate and into the wooded area behind the prison, I decided it was time for a distraction.

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 41…Execution

May 13, 2016-I gave the rest of the orders and sent everyone to their stations.It was dark by this point and we blended nicely into the blackness. We moved as one unit to the entrance of the party and I signalled Stinky to move ahead with step one…the distraction. He waddled into the middle of the lawn and just stood there-he looked around for a moment and then puffed up his magnificent tail-that was our sign to move to the catering truck. At that very moment he was noticed and the humans began to shriek in horror at the sight of him. It was absolute chaos and people were climbing over eachother to get out of his way! It was perfect!

The brigade moved with ease to the truck and bandit climbed right in-his robbery skills were a thing of beauty-this was going along swimmingly and I was quite proud of my men. The rest of us took up our post at the back of the truck and in precisely seven seconds we heard screaming and then saw a human run from the truck to the grass, he took one look at Stinky and ran in the other direction, abandoning his mobile kitchen. The back door swung open and we watched Bandit work his magic…If only I had hands like him…I would be unstoppable!

But something was happening… there was the sound of an engine turning over and suddenly the catering truck started to move…it was pulling ahead! I looked at Simba and gave the immediate order to jump onto the truck before it rolled away! “Stinky!” I shouted, “Get in, the plan has changed!” He did as he was told and grabbed onto my hand as I hoisted him into the vehicle. Bandit’s curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had turned on the ignition and put the monstrosity into DRIVE…this was no longer a robbery…it was grand theft auto.

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