Jellybean Highfive and the Burgled Hurrah
» S.D. Smith
Jellybean Highfive emerged from the corner he had been hiding in with all the concentrated silence of a Junior High band practice warm-up. He untangled his foot, just now clotted with a small paradise of exotic chimes and bells.
He was in this office to steal something important. It is often the important things that want stealing. Very few of the sticky-fingered sort get long in the tooth climbing through windows to pinch potatoes and packing peanuts. Jellybean Highfive was not no uncommon thief. In fact he didn’t feel like a thief at all –but he wanted to feel the feeling of that feeling.
On the previous evening he had seen a dramatic film about a particularly likeable robber and wanted nothing more than to nab something in secret and frustrate the universally wicked police forces of the wicked universe.
“What are you doing crashing around in your own office, Jellybean?” Karl called from down the hall.
His operation discovered, he decided in haste to quit the adventure. He made for the window and, after a few minutes struggling to figure out the operation of the locking swivel, he bolted from the window. His fall terminated three feet down in the overgrown rhododendron bushes that lined the building where he worked.
He did not immediately move. His mind pondered the innumerable excitements of the life of crime. His imagination teemed with happily criminal opportunities. Eventually he peered up from his deliciously concealed hide-away and noticed an opened window.
“Perfect.”
