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A bank, a few friends, and one mistake is all it takes to ruin a good Halloween scheme. No matter how planned out, how perfectly theorized, there's bound to be a hitch or two. Those hitches could put the entire operation, and possibly the crew performing it, in grave danger. ****

The crisp autumn air blew against the loose orange and red leaves, scattering them about a concrete sidewalk worn with time. The orange sky showing true Halloween spirit, as the early trick or treaters giggled in excitement. Yet the snickers of a young Wib weren't due to receiving a similarly named chocolate bar, but due to a deviously concocted plan. He sat at a circular wooden table, two other furs seated with him. "Alright, time to check the list..." A jade eyed leopard snarled fiercely. "Shotguns, masks, bags, spray paint?" A grizzly rattled off, his deep voice like a low bass. "Check, check, check, and check!" A low toned Wib listed, as he tossed the duffel bag onto the wooden table. The contents clanged and crashed when it landed. The trio leapt into action, getting into an old, faded red pickup. Each one putting on their respective latex mask. The Grizzly named Wesley wore an 'all too fit for Halloween' killer clown mask, Ray the leopard sporting a strange worm like orange parasite mask, and Anonyma slipped on a zombie haz-mat gas mask. As Anonyma jumped into the driver's seat, Ray quickly threw the bag in the back with Wesley. "Shotgun?" Wesley asked calmly, hiding the slight fear of a unplanned mishap. Ray simply nodded and darted toward the passenger side door. It was jammed, which was to be expected of such an old truck. After a small bit of effort and some elbow grease, Ray unjammed the door and the three drove off.

**** Young Josh was quite puzzled when he noticed an older kid wearing a Halloween mask. He thought the big kids didn't trick or treat, but he must've been wrong. Josh kindly waved goodbye to him as they drove off, getting a return wave from the grizzly. ****

Arriving at the 'Wells Flamingo', the three got out and casually walked in. Noticing an empty line to a teller, Anonyma dropped the bag in front of him and the teller. The teller was a rather tough looking polar bear, he looked like he hit the gym recently, flexing a bit out of boredom. "Hello, can I help you open an account, or do you already have one?" He asks, unsurprisingly disinterested. Turning his attention to Anonyma, he noticed the mask, "A bit old to be trick or treating aren't ya' kid?" Anonyma signals to the two cohorts nearby to begin. "ALRIGHT! EVERYBODY HANDS ON YOUR HEADS, ON THE GROUND NOW! THIS IS A ROBBERY!" Ray shouts, grabbing a shotgun out of the bag. Anonyma takes his, and tosses Wesley his, and points the barrel at the disgruntled teller. "Open. The. Safe. NOW!" Anonyma demands, pointing one paw towards the large metal safe door. "TRY ANYTHING AND YOU OR A HOSTAGE GETS IT!" Ray quickly adds in, nervously pointing the barrel at a cowering beagle woman. "P-please..." She whimpers, shaking a bit. The polar bear slowly raises his hands, eyes shifting between the three. Wesley calmly moving over to the safe, shakily holds a shotgun up to the teller, watching him close. Anonyma and Ray follow close, the thieves entering the newly opened safe. "Parasite, take a hostage." Anonyma says nervously, as he fills a bag with stacks of bills. Wesley attempts to do the same, but he shakily asks Anonyma a question instead, "Hazmat, I have a bad feeling, I think the silent alarm was set off a few seconds ago, a-and what if we kill someone? Parasite doesn't seem sure of this either..." Anonyma responded with a tense silence, shoving money in his bag now twice as fast.

**** They say the last thing you see before you die is your entire life. Could it be true? Nobody has ever lived to say so, or maybe they just didn't see. You don't see a lot of things coming, fate for instance. Police usually take about a minute to arrive to a crime, if they're good. Sometimes in dire situations, swat teams must be called in. ****

Deep down Wesley knew that if they didn't stop now, they would encounter deadly consequences. But sometimes the tiny screams in the back of your mind are smothered by adrenaline and fear. "Alright, nobody move! Nobody gets hurt so long as you all stay put!" Anonyma shouts, getting a few slight cries of fear from the hostages near him. "Clown, Let's bolt! Parasite, throw her down and cheese it!" The three grabbed their supplies, the money, and drove off at high speed. Ray and Wesley noticing the cops arriving at the bank, two had begun to chase them. "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! Its the cops! They're going to catch us! Floor it Anonyma!" Ray shouted into the driver's back window. Sitting frozen with fear, Wesley swallowed hard and gripped the truck tightly. His tough grip making dents in the already destroyed truck. Attempting to lose his followers, Anonyma started taking dangerous actions on the road. Eventually losing them on a dirt road near an abandoned warehouse. As the calm returned, Wesley got out, tore his mask off, and threw up in the tall golden grass. "This was a terrible fucking idea, what are we going to do with this sudden 'income'!? Wesley asked through gasps. Ray put a paw on Wesley's shoulder, "Its fine, just calm down and help us make the car look vandalized." Anonyma began spray painting the truck, attempting to make it seem authentic. "As for the masks, we'll burn 'em." Anonyma says, holding a lighter. Wesley sighs and grumbles incoherently, "Latex melts at 420° F. I don't think your lighter will work."

**** The twilight sky begins to shift to solid black, as the stars and moon shine through. Wesley returns home to his apartment, and Anonyma walks back home with the duffel bag. Ray decides to stay at the warehouse for a bit longer. * The next morning the news reports that the truck used as a getaway vehicle was found trashed and vandalized. No paw prints or any identification was found. A week lasted the case was declared closed. The money was never found. The 'Halloween Heisters' as they were dubbed, were never caught either. ****

Its been about a month or two since the heist at the Wells Flamingo. Anonyma passes by the bank every morning on his motorbike, his helmet almost an exact copy of the mask he used. After all, they were quite popular for a while, they really left a mark. People would write their own takes on it, and it eventually faded off. * Ray disappeared from both Anonyma & Wesley's radar, presumably living somewhere else, trying to forget the rush and fear of the heist. He sometimes sends the two a postcard when in a scenic area, but other than that his contact was limited. * Wesley refused to acknowledge that the incident ever happened when brought up by Anonyma, on one of their many meet ups. Deep down, he knew why he was so nervous, they may have had guns, but they didn't have bullets. To this day, Wesley teaches a science class of 9th graders at Ginny High.