Seabass’ Diary…Day 90…Grand Theft Auto…

July 27, 2016-Grandpa shook his head, “I don’t understand? What do you mean?” Hannah looked at him and whispered, “She was just here…and she’ll be back within the hour.” The colour drained from grandpa’s face and he stood still for a beat before he sprang into action. “We need to get the animals out of here NOW!” he said. Something deep inside of me said that we should not trust Hannah, it was a nagging feeling that wouldn’t stop.

Grandpa started to corral the animals and help them into the back of the truck and within minutes we finally loaded in. “I’ll take you to a safe place in town, it won’t take long to get there,” Hannah said. “I just need to get something from inside of the house,” she said. I caught the slightest look of anxiety as it flashed across on her face-she was lying. Grandpa looked uneasy but agreed,”Please hurry-we don’t have much time.” Hannah ran towards the abandoned farm house and grandpa slid into the driver’s seat of the truck-there were no keys in the ignition. As Hannah disappeared from view, grandpa slid the panel off of the steering column. He grabbed two wires, stripped them and twisted them together and the truck roared to life.

He put his foot on the gas and the truck burst out of the barn. We flew down the bumpy, gravel driveway at top speed and I looked behind me to see Hannah in the distance, waving her arms and running after us. The truck twisted around every corner and dust filled the air-we were almost to the road. At the end of the lane way I saw it…the same black car that had been used as the getaway car in the diamond heist.


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.