Deep in the depths of the jungle, Bird… was. Everyone else was there, too, but they were all scattered. He was still running from the encounter with the arrows at the dangling rope in the previous chapter. That running, however, soon stopped as he came face to face with a great wall of fire that was consuming the trees and vines of the jungle. This was, of course, the same fire that Plagiarize accidentally started when he roasted the squettles. Bird suddenly screamed and ran in the opposite direction. The squettles would not be happy about this, that was for sure.
The squirrel, meanwhile, was about to perform a great heist. He needed to get his Energy Cube back, and if the opportunity presented itself, he would also grab the one that belonged to the other idiots. Since he was the only one who was actually good at climbing, he saw himself as the only one who was remotely capable to perform such a high-level heist as this. None of those other morons would be able to pull it off. Nah. It had to be him.
After everyone scattered in their panic, the squirrel composed himself and snuck back to Squettle Village in the trees. Upon arriving there, he took a look around. The village was built in in the canopy of the jungle. Small wooden dome-shaped buildings were connected with bridges of rope. It looked like a large web of sorts. Squettles were running around and doing all sorts of things, but most of them were standing at the edges of the villages on rope bridges, armed with bows. They were looking for intruders. But they wouldn’t be able to see him. Nuh-uh! He was too small and stealthy. He was much sneakier than any of the other people he was with, and they would never be able to see him as he snuck in there and snagged those cubes. Compared to him, those other guys were completely useless. In fact, why bother giving their cube back? When he finished this heist, he supposed he would simply go back to his ship and leave. Yeah. A good plan.
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The squirrel, big genius he was, sat in the treetops and looked upon Squettle Village. He was scoping out the environment for the big heist. His eyes happened upon a certain house that had an unusually large amount of squettles around it, all of them wielding spears and bows. Bingo. That was most certainly the building where the cubes, or at least one cube, was.
Just as he was about to leap down and begin the heist, a squettle sounded the alarm. This alarm consisted of a squettle blowing into a horn to produce a great big noise. The alarm was blown not because the squirrel was spotted but because the fire in the trees behind him was spotted. The squirrel, however, did not know this. He assumed that he had been spotted and wasted no time. If he stayed here, after all, he would certainly be shot. He swiftly leaped down onto one of the rope bridges of the villages. The squettles, however, had no time to pay attention to him. They were all evacuating due to the impending fire. Amidst all the chaos, the squirrel spotted a group of armed squettles running in the distance with two glowing yellow cubes. He began sprinting his way over to them. Nobody seemed to notice that there was a squirrel among them, and if they did, they had bigger problems.
Mushpuff, meanwhile, had accidentally run in a circle and found himself back at the dangling rope that marked the entrance to Squettle Village. And all of a sudden, from up above, two Energy Cubes tumbled down onto the ground.
“Oh, how convenient,” said the cat, reaching to grab them. All of a sudden, a large group of squettles came sliding down the rope like a bunch of firemen, and they were quick to draw their spears on him. Mushpuff ran backwards as he pushed his paw forwards to shoot a laser from his bracelet at the squettles. The laser sliced through squettle flesh like paper, but it also happened to smack right into one of the Energy Cubes. A blinding flash hit Mushpuff’s eyes and then he saw no more.