After suffering great, irreversible humiliation, Tobey forced himself to refocus on the mission.
First—he needed to hide the frog. That problem could wait.
Next: this naked ape had to get inside the kitchen and find his tools.
But after rummaging through drawers, cabinets, and shelves…
Nothing.
No sign of his tools.
Annoyance rose like an angry cloud in his chest. He peeked into the living room.
Scanned for the shed key.
No dice—Mother was still there.
No key retrieval today.
"Let it be. First, I need my clothes. On to the hallway, it is."he sighed.
He slipped out of the kitchen.
Target: the basement.
Problem: the only way there was through the living room door.
All he had to do…
was sneak past Mother without making a sound.
Simple, right?
But we all know Tobey.
It was never going to go smoothly.
He exhaled.
"Here goes nothing."he whispered to himself.
And then—
Hidden Leaf sprint mode: ACTIVATED.
Silent. Precise. A shadow in the night. His feet barely touched the floor, as if he were a ghost slipping through the darkness, unnoticed.
And guess what?
He did it.
For the first time in history, Tobey actually succeeded in something stealth-related.
He grinned, a tiny victory gleaming through the frustration. But—no time to celebrate.
He bolted down the basement stairs.
Silent as a panther, his feet finding their grip with careful precision.
Meanwhile, back in the living room—
Mother frowned, looking up from the TV.
"…What was that?"
It couldn't be Tobey.
He was supposed to be locked in his room like a little prisoner.
A gremlin, courtesy of her husband's "brilliant" plan.
She muttered, looking towards the hallway with suspicion, "On paper, that makes me the villain… but it's been peaceful without him."
A beat.
She sighed, softer this time.
"But I miss my little demon."
A strange twist of regret coiled in her stomach, like she'd made some unspoken agreement to let him wreak havoc. But in that silence—she missed the chaos. The weird energy of her son, relentless as it was.
So…
Father was the villain all along?
Plot twist.
Back to Tobey—
He found his clothes.
But something was off.
They were… baggy.
He tried to adjust them, but they were clearly way too big. "This is new."he frowned, trying not to question it.
Still, no time to get distracted by the mysteries of life.
He slipped them on with his usual mix of determination and complete disregard for proper fit. He was on a mission, and nothing—no ill-fitting pants, no poorly chosen fabric—could stand in his way.
And then—
Narrator, in Old Priest voice:
A holy light struck down from the heavens, illuminating the path for young [Tobey].
And there it was.
The sacred bottle of X9000 Floor Cleaner.
And his long-lost forbidden chemical.
The answer. The one thing he had been searching for, the reason behind every mess he'd made in his quest for glory. It was all leading to this moment.
Tobey, eyes gleaming:
"Thank you, Lord, for your mercy."
God from above:
"HAHAHAHAHA."
The laughter echoed, a reminder that even the gods found amusement in the antics of mortals.
"Now, I need to get back to my room."
But… something unexpected happened.
In his usual chaos-fueled haste, he took off the freshly donned clothes and slipped back into his dirty, soggy underwear. The final piece of his genius puzzle, the warrior's uniform.
Ninja run. Initiated.
It was the same run he'd practiced a thousand times in his mind. The same one he failed at, repeatedly, each time falling, tripping, and getting tangled in his own feet. But today—today would be different.
Kitchen—clear.
Backyard—clear.
Then—
loud thud as someone crashes onto the floor
He hit the ground.
Hard.
The same rock.
The same mistake.
Fate, laughing in his face.
His face met dirt. Again.
Tobey, silent, rose to his feet. His jaw clenched, the sting of the fall replaced with the bitter taste of failure. He could feel the dirt under his nails, the bruises already forming, but he didn't stop.
Without a word, he walked to the drainpipe.
Water poured down over him, cleansing away the dirt, washing away his defeat.
He closed his eyes.
And in that moment—
he understood the price of forbidden knowledge.
The price of wanting more than what was handed to him.
Washed clean, he ascended once more to his dungeon.
Mission: napkin and spray bottle.
Once armed, he descended. This time… cautious. He could feel the weight of his last mistake, like a shadow on his every step.
Ninja run: rebooted.
Backyard—clear.
Kitchen—clear.
Hallway—clear.
Back at base, he mixed.
Secret chemical.
X9000 Floor Cleaner.
A hint of paint remover.
Shake, shake.
The sleep spray was born.
The air hummed with the promise of victory. It was perfect. Nothing could go wrong now.
Now, he needed a test subject.
And it hit him.
The frog.
Still waiting in the backyard. Trapped. Ready.
"Perfect." he grinned.
"I can test it and sneak him to the basement."
Ninja run. Part 3.
Basement stairs—clear.
But then—
He froze.
His ears caught it—
A humming voice.
Coming from…
the kitchen.