Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch7: Strengths.

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"Admitting your weaknesses does not diminish your strengths : It shows courage." ~ Erin Andrews

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•BRAD•

Usually, I'd wake up after snoozing my alarm a few dozen times but today, I woke up really early without an alarm.

I took a shower in ten minutes and got out of my room, hoping to go through the plan again. I've been having dreams about that plan and I woke up a few times in the night, getting an awesome way to improve the plan. Then, I had gone back to sleep, realising that there was a fault in my idea.

I checked time – it was 4:30. Definitely a time for regular humans to be awake.

"Chad, wake up." I said, blindly barging into his room.

"Sh." He said, putting a finger on his lip.

"You're awake?" I whispered, surprised.

He was in his pyjamas and he was writing something on his desk. He pushed up his glasses and continued writing down something.

I leaned against the doorframe, "Since when did you have glasses?" I asked.

"I've always had them. They're my reading glasses. I don't wear them all the time." He said, still not leaving his focus on the paper.

I walked over to him to see what he was doing. I sat on the side of his table and folded my arms.

"The plan, huh?"

"Yeah. I found a few mistakes so I'm trying to correct them."

I nodded and grabbed a pencil from his desk and drew a line across what he just wrote. "How exactly do you think that would work?" I asked, tapping on the paper.

He sighed. "You're right."

"Can we just discuss this with the whole team? That way it would be much easier." I left his table and walked towards the door. "Change. We're going to the gym. I'm calling the others."

"Okay, papa smurf." He said, following me to close the door.

"Papa –" slam!

Only then, not rude at all, grumpy smurf.

He came out after literally a minute and I just messaged the group to come.

"Ready, papa smurf?" He asked smugly as he hopped on the railing of the stairs. As usual, he's going to slide down it – being the hyperactive useless monkey he is.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, going down the stairs like a regular human.

"Oh right, I'm sorry. You're smurfette." He said, nodding his head and he spun around on the railing.

I seriously doubt his sanity.

"Smurfette?" I asked. Still not ringing a bell.

"It's okay. Maybe you forgot because you threw your blond wig and you lost your blue paint." He laughed, jumping off the railing.

Oh. That prank.

"Let it go." I grunted softly as I went to wear my shoes.

He laughed, probably imagining me in blue paint.

I put on my Nikes and left the house, hoping he would follow closely and annoy me the whole way.

"What's wrong, Smurfette? You're looking blue." He jogged, catching up with me.

At least I had hope?

"What does it take to make you shut up?" I asked.

"What does it take to make you die in a hole?"

"Your presence." I shot back.

"I don't blame you. Not everyone can handle my awesomeness."

"You're as awesome as a bug."

"Is that why you're getting bugged?" He asked smugly, poking my back repeatedly.

I shrugged and said, "Yes. I'm annoyed, thank you very much. Really how I planned this morning to start."

He turned around facing me as he jogged backwards. "I know. I'm a huge part of everyone's plan!" He flung his arms out wide, looking at the sky.

I shoved past him and walked faster.

He kicked my legs with his as he caught up with me.

"I think God accidentally dropped a lot of the lameness powder while making you." He said, nodding his head gravely.

"I think he dropped too much of fallacy juice while making you."

"You think? Where did that come from?" He gasped dramatically.

"Chad?"

"Yes, your Royal Stupidness?" He bowed mockingly.

"Shut up. Please."

He kicked my leg again and smiled. After walking for what seemed like hours, we reached the gym. And my legs have gotten more than just a massage.

"Alright, gang. Listen up." Chad said, walking in first, switching into his command mode from his annoying mode. I respected this side of him.

Everyone's head shot up and we were completely focused on what he was saying. He spread the papers on the table and also the blue print of the house. He pressed his palms against the table as if he was thinking about how to open it up.

"These are our strengths. And those are our enemy's weaknesses." I started for him, pointing to the two sections we drew last night.

One of them chuckled, looking at our writings. I shot him a death glare and his smugness instantly died off.

They took their time reading it, sometimes snickering when they read something.

"So, what exactly is our plan?"

"That's exactly what I want to discuss with you all." Chad said, pulling out a piece of paper. A blank one this time.

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Yeaaaaaah, so I decided to break my update schedule. I'll just update whenever I want to. (Hopefully, it will be frequent)

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