Fabulous Fifteen: The Finale

The Playground

"Toby they're not even here yet. I'm getting tired and bored." Derek said from the discrete location of in a hedge next to the town playground. He had been looking through binoculars earlier but now he was just sitting next to Toby and complaining.

"ShhhhhHHHHHH!" Toby shushed in his face!

Derek frowned because there was now saliva all over him. "Tobes why?"

Toby went back to looking through his binoculars. "Because you're being a sissy when millions of dollars could come from this. Suck it up man. It's only been ten minutes." He kept an eye out for the fifteen.

About three minutes passed now and nothing of interest happened.

He caught sight of a woman walking by with her son and groaned. "Ugh! Literally nothing is happening!"

"That's what I said! Brock probably tricked us and is- hmm then again he seemed as if he was pretty serious. And why would he trick us? Is this some major trap? I highly doubt it. Hmmm . . . he hates the Fifteen so he wants to expose them by using us to capture something incriminating so . . . maybe we should just wait it out." Derek said.

"Yeah isn't that what I've been saying? Jeesh." Toby kept an eye out.

The two guys stayed quietly in their hedge for a few more moments when they saw something!

"What the . . . Derek check it out." Toby said.

Derek picked up his binoculars to look. "Hmm . . . oh wait! Is that Unwanted Company but like . . . wearing disguises?"

"Yup, pretty sure it's them. They're being so obvious though. No one out here wears a beanie and sunglasses on a day like today. It's spring isn't it?" Toby frowned.

What they were seeing was four guys dressed up in matching beanie hats and black sunglasses. They had on big coats and scarves and were walking around suspiciously with a . . .

"Hang on . . ." Toby adjusted his binoculars and could now make out a little person with them. Prodigy was holding the shorter human by the hand while the little one tried to run away from him excitedly. The small one was wearing a snap-back cap which cast a shadow over its eyes. "What the . . . are they babysitting? Look at that little kid."

Derek adjusted his device as well and could now see what Toby could. He frowned. "Is that a little girl?" The child was wearing a pink little shirt with flowers at the front and small white shorts. She had pink converse on her little feet. The only thing odd about her outfit was the huge cap on her head. "Maybe they are babysitting . . ." Whose kid was that?

"Hmm . . . We need to keep a very close eye on this. They have a kid with them. It must be the bizarre thing Brock was talking about." Toby got his camera out and started to record this the best he could.

Meanwhile where the action was . . .

"Stop running so much Little Le- I mean uhh . . . psst! Y'all! Should we make up a fake name for her so nobody will hear us and get all suspicious and shit??" Prodigy asked as he was being tugged little by little by Little Leigh who was using all the strength in her tiny body to pull him in the direction of the slides.

"Uhhh . . . I don't know. There are lots of little girls named Leigh-Anne so maybe we should just call her tha-"

"Leigh-Anne?" A teenage girl walking by with a little boy said.

"I don't wanna go home! Let's stay! Let's stay! Please Francine?? Please?? I wanna stay at the play ground! Noooo! Waaah!" The little boy looked about six but he was throwing a serious tantrum.