THE BAD GUYS: a very bad holiday

Chapter 12: Christmas shaved ice

It was, once again, Shark's time to shine. Dressed as a holiday shopper, bogged down with presents, he approached the shaved ice stand.

Shark dumped a load of bags and packages onto the counter and the vendor held a few in his arms while Shark pretended to get organized.

"Thank you" Shark said gratefully. "I'm all turned around. First, Christmas is canceled. Now maybe it's back on? So, I'm rebuying everything."

"Uh, sure," the vendor said, struggling to keep Shark's packages from toppling. "What flavor can I get you?"

Shark made himself as big as possible and answered, "Please describe them to me in great detail while I interrupt with all sorts of unnecessary questions."

While Shark did everything in his power to keep the shaved-ice-stand vendor busy, Snake snuck around the back of the stand. He quickly picked the simple lock to open the stand's door, and then signaled to Wolf and Webs that the coast was clear.

The inside of the shaved ice stand was smaller than it looked from the outside.

Wolf and Webs had to be extra careful as they tiptoed toward the ice machine.

Though they moved as carefully as possible, Wolf acci dentally brushed against a stack of paper cones, which tumbled messily all over the floor.

Just as the vendor began to turn to see what had caused the commotion, Shark blurted out, "Hmmm does Mistletoe Mint taste more like missiles or toes?"

The vendor gave him a funny look. "Uh, it just tastes like mint.?

The vendor began to spin around again, but that's when Shark barked, "Please maintain eye contact with me at all times!" More gently, he added, "I require trustworthiness from my frozen-delicacy suppliers."

"No one could've fallen for shark's disguise could they?" Princess says.

"And yet they did" wolf smirked, "everyone always falls for our disguises"

"Well not me, I can see right through you"

"And that what makes you so special" wolf says.

"As soon as she reached the shaved ice machine,
Webs connected a technical device with a dial that spun from one to ten. She leaned toward Wolf and said,

"When I give you the signal, turn the dial up. A five should do it."

Wolf nodded, watching as Webs climbed higher to finalize their setup on the roof of the shaved ice stand.

She and Piranha quickly worked together to attach a flexible metal duct onto the roof of the stand, then pointed it toward the street.

Webs nodded. "All set, Wolfie," she muttered into her communications unit.

"Fire her up."

"And that would've done it" princess asked.

"Well It would've worked but someone decided to play cocky" webs turns towards wolf, "you see Doing as he'd been told, Wolf spun the dial to five.. but then paused to consider if that was enough. If five was good enough, wouldn't ten be even better?

"Nothing is going to get in the way of our Holiday Heist-tacular," he reasoned aloud. He spun the dial all the way up, and then quickly fled out the back door of the shaved ice stand.

"He thought turning it up to ten was a good idea" webs says.

"So what happened next" webs asked.

"What happened next was called: the greatest snowstorm ever created" webs says.