Stories Of An Unusual Imagination

Troublemakers

"Felony! Put the bucket up a little higher!" Havoc yelled.

"You got it! Furore, pull the string up a lil' tighter will ya?" hollered Felony to the figure crouching at the bottom of the ladder. The figure just let out a couple muffled words before tugging a thin but sturdy string that was tied to the door stopper at the bottom of the door.

"Hey, since when did we have to listen to you?" Pandemonium exclaimed in annoyance as he uncapped a bottle of olive oil and let its contents spill out onto the kitchen floor. "Ever since you guys made me the food supplier this week! Besides, now's not the best time to talk about things like this!" the melanoid being shouted back across the room as he grabbed a few cans of tuna from the pantry. "Oh yeah, I guess we did." Pandemonium made a thoughtful face as he tossed the now empty bottle into the oven.

"Havoc, the cops!" Ruckus and Rumpus both exclaimed in unison.

"Shit! Everyone, to the truck! Mayhem and Uproar, barricade the back door as soon as we've all gone out with the food!" The group hastily made their way out of the restaurant kitchen into the dusty back alley as the sound of wailing sirens grew closer and closer. Havoc threw off ragged tarp into the air to reveal a blue rusty old delivery truck with a large cargo bed at the back. "Everybody in! Hurry!"

"Punch it!" Havoc stomped the gas pedal at Bedlam's command. The engine revved and white smoke filled the air as tires squealed against the stone pavement, attracting the screams of determined policemen. Almost instantly, a loud CRASH from the restaurant kitchen told the children that they had successfully managed to keep the authorities preoccupied. The truck was sent into a fit of loud laughter and giggles sent away into the night. By the time Officer Nelly and her squad had managed to untangle themselves from the mess, the culprits had been long gone.

"Ha, haa..." Pandemonium gasped for air as he tried to stifle his laughter after laughing for a while at the misfortune of the police officers. "So, where to now, Havoc my man?" he asked after he managed to steady himself in his seat.

"Well, we still need to pick up some new clothes for Chaos and Furore needs to stock up on some blue string. Not to mention, Tumult, Turmoil and Turbulence each want a bell for a new trick they're trying on the police. So I'd say we'd have to make a stop at Basker's Grocers on the way before going back." Havoc's eyebrows remained screwed with concentration as he kept his eyes on the road ahead trying to see through the darkness.

"Sweet."

In the cargo bed, Arson the Golden Albino axolotl was congratulating everyone. "Another successful heist!" he laughed, grabbing a baguette from a basket of food they'd stolen from the restaurant's pantry a few moments ago. Cracking the baguette, he passed the split pieces to Uproar, Mayhem and the rest of them. Furore muffled something vaguely from underneath his thick scarf wrapped around his neck as he jabbed a pointy little finger at the basket. Arson understood immediately and passed to him a bottle of sour cream. The little axolotl muffled happily and proceeded to spread the sour cream onto his share of bread. Turmoil watched him in disgust. "I can never understand your taste for sour food," he shook his head as if he was sorry for Furore's taste buds. "I know right?" Tumult chimed in. "Strawberry jam is obviously waaay better."

Turbulence jutted in, "No, chocolate is the best. Y'all just have really shitty taste." Arson chuckled to himself as he watched Turmoil slap his palm upsettingly on floor and protested, "How fucking dare you? Vanilla is the best, you little bitch!"

Maelstrom put his paws over a confused Furore and said loudly, "Hey! No swearing in front of the child!"

As usual, the triplets ignored his request and continued bickering and cursing. Mayhem had seen this happen before and had long given up on trying to stop their ferocious tirades. In the end, he just sat there, finishing his last bit of baguette as he watched the argument. Ruckus and Rumpus were behind the triplets, cheering, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Chaos, Bedlam and Felony continued to lay in a pile as they slept, exhausted from all the excitement before. And Uproar, he was at the front seat with Pandemonium and Havoc, protected from all the loud noises at the back.

Yes, this was just another usual night for the Troublemakers, who loved to run around and wreak destruction wherever they went, not taking consequences for their actions. Wouldn't you think that, well, that they'd be caught by now if all of this wrongdoing is due to their actions? Well, yes, but this story wouldn't be either here if they did get caught. Now, let's continue and see if these troublemaking orphans manage to get themselves a plan to stay alive and live another day.

In a forest far away from society, the axolotls had made rest when the sun had just started to peek from the side of the earth. It didn't seem like much, but as amphibians, these creatures knew exactly what they were doing. Humidity was high in the air within the cave they sought refuge from. A fresh river of water ran twenty-four seven not too far away from their hideout. The forest was filled with many sounds and dangers, yet they always felt at home within the damp stone cave.

"Ah finally, home sweet home." Arson yawned, stretching, revealing his stomach as he felt his muscles unravel. The triplets stumbled sleepily into the cave, the energy they'd had while arguing earlier evaporated. Furore was fast asleep in Maelstrom's arms with a ball of blue string as him and Uproar trudged into the cave with the rest.

"Ruckus? Rumpus, where's your brother?" Pandemonium asked with drooping eyes. He promised to give me my doll after he was done using it."

"Eh?" Ruckus said groggily. "He was right next to me earlier... Where'd he-" Thump.

"Aaaand he's out." Pandemonium nudged his foot at the snoring lump at his feet. "Alright, where's Rumpus?"

Havoc was sitting outside on the cargo bed of the truck. All the food from the heist had been retrieved and taken into the cave. The kids are all in the cave, the food is safe, and Furore's got his string. Now, he just needed to... hide the.. truck......zzz.

"Havoc! HAVOC! Rumpus is missing!"

Havoc's eyes shot open. Sleep was gonna have to be the last thing on his mind now. 

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For some context, this story's about a group of axolotl children (For visuals, just picture a bunch of anthropomorphic axolotls on hind legs wearing clothes). They left an orphanage they hated to start a new life of crime. With their talents they always manage to escape the claws of the government. However, the real question is how long they can keep it up for.

Have a nice day~