Seabass’ Diary…Day 149…Escape

June 19, 2017- “Quickly, there is no time!” Simba shouted as I scrunched my eyes together and waited for a second while they adjusted to the lack of light.

Simba’s chest heaved from the level of exertion we had just been through, “GO!” he yelled and pushed me down a sleek silver tunnel that was angled into a sharp drop. I hit the ground with a THUD and steadied myself at the bottom.

Simba followed right behind me, and when all of our feet hit the ground, he quickly gave orders.

“Help me push this! We need to barricade ourselves!” Simba commanded and started pushing a large wooden plank with all of his might. I got on the other end, and we covered the opening of the pipe we had just slid down.

“That was close. This should hold them!  Dog won’t fit, but if by chance Hugo decides to risk following us down the pipe, he won’t be able to slither back up. He’d be trapped until someone moved the pipe and who knows how long that would take.” Simba said.

I could sense a tiny bit of relief in his voice, but I was not relieved by any means. I was more afraid now than I had ever been. Something told me that we were not out of danger.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re just at the end of the block…about four or five houses down from ours I think…in a basement,” he said.


“We’re in somebody’s basement. It looks like they’re renovating and thankfully, it saved our lives,” Simba said.

“Whose house are we in?” I felt my breath shorten and my pulse quicken as I anticipated Simba’s answer.

“It was our only choice!” Simba said sternly, “I didn’t plan this!”

I swallowed hard and looked for an escape route. My voice caught in my throat when I realized that the only way out was up the staircase and through the central part of the house.

“Please tell me this isn’t her house,” I said and shuddered at the thought.

“It might very well be,” Simba said. “There is only one way to find out.”






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.