A Plan. A Bad, Bad Plan

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I finally finished this chapter!  I might update once a week or maybe twice if I'm up for it. I wasn't sure what picture you wanted @Braydenwarren639 so I'm just gonna link your story. If that ok. For sure I will put it in the next one. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes~
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The plan was set. We would infiltrate the fancy-pants event at the Museum of Fine Arts, posing as guests who were there to celebrate the life and achievements of that annoying guinea pig, Professor Marmalade. During the festivities, we would sneak backstage using Web's clever hacking skills. Wolf finished explaining the plan to us, "... Where the golden dolphin will be positioned just beyond the backstage curtain."

"Pssh," Piranha said, waving a fin. "Sounds easy."

"Sounds easy, Hermano," Wolf agreed. "But to get there, we need to bypass three levels of security. So. Step one: We need to blend in."

We all got to work. Finding our costumes for the night. Since most of our lives have been stealing, getting gussied up for a party was a new kind of fun. By the time the party rolled around, we were all set. Wolf had chosen a snazzy suit, along with a dapper fedora, silk tie, fake mustache, and tinted glasses. In your eyes, he kind of looked like George Clooney. That man always looked good. Your outfit consisted of a beautiful white dress, with glossy white heels, and to top it off a pretty lavender flower that adorned your head.

As you were glancing at yourself in the mirror, Wolf came from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. Hugging you from behind. Softly resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"You look gorgeous darling~" You gasped slightly as he placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You slowly turned around, gently cupping his face in your hands.

"You don't look too bad yourself, pretty boy~" You stated sighing in content as he leaned into your touch. "We have to get going. The others are waiting."

He pouted, causing you to let out a laugh. He fought the urge to not smile at your beautiful laughter but failed.

"Five more minutes (N/N)~" He said as he buried his face in the crook of your neck once more.

You sighed. Rolling your eyes at his subberness as you pulled him away from you. He was about to protest until you pulled him in for a kiss. Making his hands fall down and wrap one arm around your waist and the other behind your neck. Deepening the kiss. As you pulled away, he looked starstrucked confused about what just happened. You let out a small giggle, walking away to meet the others. Which he followed suit. You made it to the main room where you saw the others dressed very nicely. Shark was wearing a gorgeous gown that he managed to fit his muscular form into.

"Interesting." you said well feeling slightly uncomfortable about this.

You then glanced up, Webs was perched on the top of Shark head. She had fashioned her legs into the shape of a butterfly. You then glanced to the right of Shark and saw Snake who seemed to go with the old school kind of look. His outfit consisted of a classic suit with a handlebar mustache, monocle, top hat, and the pair of fake arms to help fill out the look.

" Nice." you stiffened a laugh as you looked at Snakes fake arms once more.

And last but not least, Piranha who is dressed in a kids size coat and tails. He looked like a kid but it did the trick.

All of us wear sunglasses to complete the look and to help hide our true identities from anyone who decided to look a little more closely at us under our disguises.

When we arrived at the Museum, we joined in with a long line of guests who were already milling about, waiting to enter the event. There was a grand staircase stretching up towards the Fine Arts Museum, and we had just begun to climb the steps when a stretch limo pulled up at the bottom of the stairs. Many of the guests turn to watch as Professor Marmalade, the eccentric and good-natured do-gooder who would be honored that night, popped out of the limo and began his own march up the stairs to the party. Paparazzi flooded in around the little guinea pig, eager to snap shots of the evening featured guest.

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