Cowboy Hat Rule Shenanigans

"Hey, Who's Got My Hat?"

This is the result of me watching a lot of Gacha vids of Empires smp and my current Flower Husbands brainrot. I can't believe I'm getting an Empires s2 fic out before even one of my s1 fic ideas like-

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Third Person's P.O.V.

With the grace of a wobble of ostriches, which isn't graceful at all but actually rather clumsy, five rulers dashed out of the mines of Tumble Town. The group kept running until they were in the main area of the empire. The influx of mobs which triggered the rulers' rushed departure were unable to follow them as the sun quickly burnt them to a crisp. Now that they were safe, everyone could catch their breaths.

"Is everyone alright?" Jimmy asked between pants.

"I'm all good," Gem replied, "just a little winded."

Sausage, Pixl and Scott expressed similar sentiments. The sheriff sighed in relief at that. Everyone came out of the mining expedition relatively okay. Among the five of them, there were only a handful of scrapes, bumps and bruises which was a relief given Jimmy's track record.

"Did everyone get what they were supposed to?" Jimmy asked once everyone had recuperated.

The other four rulers nodded and began digging through their inventory. Jimmy set down an oak chest and also dug through his inventory. He produced two stacks of iron and half a stack of coal. Sausage placed a stack and a half of copper and five diamonds in the chest.

"I couldn't get the sixth one before we had to leave," Sausage stated.

"That's okay bud," Jimmy assured.

Next, Gem dumped a whopping four stacks of gold, which is still quite a lot even though the mesa is rich in gold, into the chest as well as a few miscellaneous mob drops. She had definitely gotten braver since her first mining trip with Jimmy. Pixl unloaded three enchanted iron pickaxes, a stack of copper and thirty six iron ingots from his inventory into the chest. Lastly, Scott deposited a stack of redstone and twenty four pieces of lapis into their collection of spoils.

The five rulers examined their haul and spent a few minutes deliberating how to split it up as evenly as possible. It was a group effort that produced the loot after all. In the end, everyone was satisfied with how the resources were split up. The miscellaneous mob drops went unclaimed though as no one was currently in need of a few stray pieces of string, rotten flesh and a singular bone.

"All of you fly home safely now," Jimmy said, reaching up to tip his hat downwards in farewell.

Jimmy nearly gasped when his hand gripped onto nothing.

His sheriff's hat wasn't on his head!

That could mean one of two things. It fell off as the group hurried to leave the mines or someone snatched it off of him while they were catching their breaths. Jimmy quickly ruled out the first option. He distinctly remembered firmly holding his hat in place while he pulled Gem along as the group booked it out of the mines. That only left the second option.

"Hey, who's got my hat?" Jimmy asked.

He was met with the sight of Gem, Pixl and Sausage already flying away to their respect empires. None of them could've heard Jimmy's question over the blast of their rockets and one of them was potentially leaving with his hat. That's very disrespectful to the sheriff. Very disrespectful of the law even!

At that, Jimmy geared up to fly after them but stopped himself as he spied Scott out of the corner of his eye. The cyanette was wearing his sheriff hat! Jimmy turned to face the colourful ruler and opened his mouth to ask for the item back but Scott cut him off before he could even utter a syllable.