“That was a sweet haul from that old lady’s house, who knew old people watched TV?” the plain one said to the fat one. Oh they were burglars, did I not mention that?

“They don’t Moron, the only reason old people have TVs is because, if their family visited them then at least they’d have something to do.” said the fat one.

“Ah, gotcha Boss. U ‘splain things so much clearer then them thar schools” said the plain one, who I think his name is Moron.

“Shudap, and help me move this TV into the cave” said Boss. It seemed like that was his name, I mean it was what the other guy called him.

WEEEE CHOMP WEEEE CHOMP

“Hey Boss, what’s that noise?”

“I didn’t hear anything, now hurry up.”

WEEEE CHOMP WEEEE CHOMP

"There it is again! Is coming closer."

"Forget it Moron! Its probably a cat."

WEEEE CHOMP WEEEE CHOMP

"OK that time you must have heard it."

"Uh-huh, I wonder what it is?"

"Is that yours? Cause if its not, you may have to return it?" Oooh ooooh, that's me! That's me! Here I am Prissy McPrisspriss ready for action. Decked out in my battlegear. I was standing at the top of the cliff, performing my best battle pose ever, looking down at the burglar men.

"Wh-who are you?" Boss stammered

"Lets just say I'm the one who's going to stop you. Lets just say I'm the one who's going to help you get your asses kicked. Lets just say I'm the one whose name is Prissy McPr-woah" Those mean burglar men had booby trapped the cliff some how, and so the part I was standing on gave way, and I fell. It wasn't that far really, only like 2 meters. Still a fall is a fall. When I hit the ground, I quickly recomposed my self, brushed the dirt off my battlegear, and jumped back into my battle pose. "Prissy McPrisspriss"

"Boss? Lets get out of here!"

"Come on Moron, she's only a girl. We can take this Peggy h-"

"Its Prissy"

"Whatever, the point is I have a gun, and you can use those Samurai swords we stole from that Ninjas house" Moron heads off to grab the samurai swords from the pile of stolen goodies.

"Eep" Stupid Ninjas. I readied myself for the attack, an attack I surely could not survive. Or so they thought.

A guy and a girl are sitting around a table at a local cafe, drinking milkshakes, during the day. The girl resembles Prissy McPrisspriss but without her battle gear on, the guy looks like a guy, he's really not important at all, Prissy seems to be friends with him.

"So then what happened?" the guy asks

"Can this diet coke be any more flat?" the wondrous Prissy asks.

"Um Prissy? That's a milkshake, what happened in the battle?"

"What battle?" Prissy shakes her drink "Really? A milkshake? That's so bizarre, I specifically ordered a diet coke"

The guy throws his hands in the air "You were just saying! Moron had grabbed samurai swords, and Boss had pulled out a gun, and you were preparing yourself for an attack you couldn't survive, or so they thought....ring a bell?"

Prissy pats the guy on the head "Awww you're crazy, that's why I love you so"

The guy who should have been honored to be touched by Prissy stands suddenly, knocking his milkshake over. "ARGH WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!!!"

"I'm sorry" apologises Prissy, which causes the guy to sit down pleased. "Were you saying something?" the guy bangs his head on the table. "I was distracted by that Moving Truck across the street"

The guy raises his head, which is now covered with chocolate milkshake. "So what? Trucks move, they are designed to move"

Prissy pats the guys head again "Not a truck that's moving silly, a Moving Truck, as in someone is moving in across the street." Prissy looks at her hand now covered in milkshake, she wipes it off on the guys shirt. He glares at her.

The guy reaches for some serviettes "So? What's the big deal. Someones moving in to the abandoned warehouse. La di da" he says while wiping the milkshake off his face and shirt.

"Are you coming or what?" Prissy calls from outside the cafe. The guy runs to catch up, dropping his serviettes on the ground.

"Now listen" Prissy explains as they're crossing the street. "Every person, or persons that move in to that particular abandoned warehouse, are always up to no good. Its a scientific fact."

"Scientific how?" the guy wonders as they narrowly avoid being run over.

"Shut up, that's how" Prissy glares as they reach the other side of the road.

It was an old two storied building once used for selling various goods over the years, it had not been used for a while, and had many broken windows due to children throwing stones at them. There was a moving truck parked outside loaded with boxes, and a blue car parked next to it.

"Can I help you children!?" a voice booms from the darkness of the abandoned warehouse.

A man steps out of the shadows carrying a box, he looks like he's in his thirties or late twenties, he's dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

"Yes," Prissy says getting in the mans face. "We were wondering if you were planning to commit any crimes any time soon"

"Um.." the guy who's friends with Prissy interrupts.

"Stay out of this" Prissy says turning to shoot him a look. "I know what I'm doing"

The man puts down his box. "Now look here Missy-"

"Prissy! My name is Prissy! Prissy McPrisspriss to be exact. Why can't anyone get this right! Prissy, Prissy, PRISSY!"

"Uh..Prissy...you never introduced yourself to him, I think he was just using a generalisation"

"And I think I told you to stay out of this!" Prissy yells, shooting him an even more extravagant death look.

"Ahem!" they both turn to look back at the man "Now I don't mean to interrupt this turmoil in the ranks....but you're wasting my time! Now if you don't mind," the man picks up the box. "I have work to do"

"Yeah" Prissy says sarcastically "Not crime work of course"

"GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!!!" the man screams at them.

"Come on Prissy" the guy grabs Prissy's arm and starts pulling her away.

"Wait! I'm not done here!" Prissy yells struggling to get out of 'her friend's' grip.

Suddenly a woman appears next to the man, who just yelled at them, she must of been in the car. She looked like one of those bookish secretary type people, dark hair in a bun, glasses and a business suit. "Shall I call the police Mr. Hanger?" she asks.

"No Miss Beach, they are gradually leaving" Mr. Hanger replies rolling his eyes, the two of them walk back into the warehouse.

"You haven't seen the last of me!" Prissy yells after them still getting dragged down the street "Oh no! Not by a long shot, we shall meet again, maybe not tomorrow but some day! Some day!" A moment of silence passes as everyone stares at the magnificent Prissy "Ok I'm done, you can let go now"

Its now later in the day after Prissy had met the obviously evil Mr. Hanger, she and that guy that follows her around like a lost puppy were sitting on top of a hill overlooking the scenery.

"You creased my shirt, jerk" Prissy says as she tries to smooth out the wrinkles.

"Well I'm sorry for stopping you make a total fool of yourself" the guy says sarcastically. "Again." he adds as an afterthought.

"I was not making a total fool of myself" she says defensively. "Just look here" she pulls a newspaper out of her handbag and unfolds it many times.

"Prissy, why do have a newspaper in your handb-"

"It says: 'the local appliance store was ram-raided early Monday morning at the same time as the CBD security camera was malfunctioning. Witnesses saw three hooded figures loading equipment into a vehicle.' then it just goes on about what they stole.....um....thirty-six speakers."

"So?"

"Well duh, look at the picture of the vehicle the cameras got before they went splat. Look familiar?"

"That- that's the same truck as the moving truck we saw earlier..."

"Oh so we're all caught up now?"

"But something about this doesn't make sense"

"Tell me about it, what the heck does Ram Raided mean?"

"No not that!......Although that's a good point." the guy loses his train of thought for a moment then shakes his head. "What I mean is why go to all that trouble just to steal some speakers?"

"Maybe they want to sell them in a new competitive store. Or maybe they think they're pretty?" Prissy says refolding the newspaper and cramming it into her handbag.

"Hmmm, well whatever the case, I'm sure we'll figure it out tonight"

"How so?"

"Its a full moon"

"Hehe, so? What could that possibly have to do with me?" Prissy says nervously.

"Prissy..." the guy says getting annoyed. "During every 3 days of a full moon each month you are granted the power to fight crime"

"HA!" Prissy fakes a laugh "THAT'S FUNNY! HA-HA ME? FIGHT CRIME? YOU'RE A RIOT!"

"Oh come on Prissy!" the guy says standing up exasperated. "I've known for about two months now, AND you keep telling me stories of your adventures. Which you then deny and so tonight I'm going with you"

"That's great....and you went mental when?" Prissy stands up. "Uh, I have to go now, and I ah wont be available ah tonight because....um...my brother is dead!" she runs down the hill as fast as she can go.