Roleplay:Sonic Salesmen

After their latest battle, the fanon characters are faced with a problem. The city is in ruins, and they've been ordered to sell merchandise door to door to pay for it. Will they fix their mistake, or will old rivalries and heated battles leave the town in worse shape than before?

Rules
Let's get these over with.
 * Adhere to all SFW Policies.
 * Godmodding is especially heinous. Don't do it man!
 * Do not use other people's characters without their permission.
 * No Trolling or Vandalism.
 * Treat other players the same way you would treat yourself.
 * Have fun.

Also, you can be either a canon character, fanon character, or both! You can also sell anything you want too.

Characters
Salesmen
 * Mazda the Lion (White)
 * Ray Takiyama (White)
 * Alice Maeda (White)
 * Fredrick the Deer (White)
 * Siegfried the Wolchidna (Wolf)
 * Mercury the Seedarian (Apallo)
 * Saturn the Seedarian (Apallo)
 * Isaiah the Angelic Hedgefox (Draon)
 * Gregory the Magihog (Draon)
 * Gale the Hedgehog (GK)
 * Smash The Echidna (STE)
 * Splice The Hedgehog (STE)
 * Violet The Hedgehog (STE)
 * Gizmo The Cat (STE)
 * Rachel the Goat (Sonicfan919)
 * Krinketta the Seedrian (Sonicfan919)
 * Krinkinko the Hedgehog (Sonicfan919)
 * Droget the Frog (Sonicfan919)
 * Frederick the Rabbit (Sonicfan919)
 * Cold the Hedgehog (Trade Mark)
 * Skate the Hedgehog(Trade Mark)
 * AEon The Hedgehog(Trade Mark)

Customers (Fanon characters can also be customers. Aside from fanon characters, everyone is playing every Canon character. So be anyone!)
 * Shadow the Hedgehog
 * Knuckles the echidna
 * Huntress the echidna (knux)
 * Silver the Hedgehog
 * Blaze the Cat
 * Manic the Hedgehog
 * Sonia the Hedgehog
 * Rouge the Bat
 * Jet the Hawk
 * Wave the Swallow
 * Big the Cat
 * Storm the Albatross
 * Apallo The Hedgehog (Apallo lives in the Sky in his Sky Castle)
 * Anne Taeking (Whitestar)
 * Temporal Kitsempt (NeroTH)
 * Mois the Cacoon (MoisKeroro-GoSFA)
 * Django the Cacoon(Meme the fox)

Roleplay part 1
(begin when ready)

Mazda walked down the path, his stride full of confidence as he gazed over the map. This was one of Central City's more luxurious neighborhoods, and through the trees that lined the sidewalk, the autumn sun gently beat down on his fur. Behind him, his old friends Alice and Ray held similar maps, and the later of the two dragged a large red wagon full of merchandise.

"I hate this!" Ray shouted, crunbling the map in his fist," We're heroes! We stopped Eggman's invasion fleet and saves millions of lives, yet the city repays us by dumping the repair fee on us. I dunno what hurt worse: The robot's punches or that bill!"

Alice just rolled her eyes, her blonde hair flowing like sunshine as she replied," I know it sucks, but you can't really blame them either. We do mess up the town alot...like, alot alot. I guess they got tired of paying for it themselves and figured we should do our fair share."

"Yeah, it's not like Eggman's going to pay to fix the city," Mazda said," Look, we've got some nivce stuff. I'm sure we can make a few bucks before the day's end."

"If you say so..." Ray replied, stopping at the first doorstep: Shadow's house. The apartment looks normal enough. A red door, elegant brickwork typical of this part of Central, and a flower garden with a metal fence (they ignored the fact the rusted points were more red than normal...). With a deep breath, the lion knocked on the door, only to regret it seconds later.

"Who the hell is it!?" Shadow yelled in their faces.

It was an interesting sight. The anti-hero, praised as a super soldier, legendary for fighting off whole armies, and wiping enemy bases off the face of reality...stood before them in a bathrobe, an old Katana strapped to his back. Despite the pink slippers and mismatched weapon, the murder in his eyes kept them from laughing. In fact, it stopped them from breathing altogether.

"Uhh..." Alice let out, the brave soul," We're selling merchandise to help rebuild the city. Would you be interested in anything?"

"Depends..." the hedgehog said, looking over the little red wagon. His gaze was dull as he looked over things like desklamps, old paintings, and hardcover books. They thought he'd dismiss them until he smiled at something. Motioning with his arm, he asked," What's that?"

Alice looked at "that" and found herself at a loss for words. It looked like some sort of gun, yet the various components, levers, and pivets made it out as something alien.

"I'm not sure-" was all the girl could say before the thing nearly took her head off. Where there was once a pristine gun was now an elegant, three-foot long blade, sharp as a wit.

"Sold!" Shadow shouted, practically shoving a hundred dollar bill into Alice's hands as he took his newest toy inside. Doubtless the Ultimate Lifeform would spend the next few hours, or perhaps days, ogling over the fancy gunblade.

"Weird..." the trio let out in unison before they set off to find new customers.

Siegfried caught up, carrying a backpack full of stuff. "S-s-sorry I'm l-late..." he stuttered quietly.

(For the record, you can use whatever format you want in this)

The trio turned to the newcomer in all his panting, stuttering glory.

"Uhh...hi?" Ray said, confused," Who're you?"

"I'm S-s-s-s-siegfried..." He had a well oversized pack, and a whole lot of bandages around his head, through which a bloody gash shined. He looked overloaded and ready to get this over with.

"Well Seigfried," Mazda said, the built lion practically towering over the boy," I think it'd be easier if we split up and covered more ground. Think you can get the next house?"

Siegfried almost whimpered under this towering figure. When he couldn't make a response from stuttering, he just nodded and went along his way.

(Go ahead and make up your own scene Wolf...)

Then out of nowhere, a Red Rose Seedarian riding his EX-Gear saw the salesmen. "Finally, I found you!"

Siegfried knocked on the first door he came to. The biggest, fattest guy he ever saw before answered the door, and before he could even set the pack down, he was already asked what he was selling. The guy dug through the pack and bought almost every single thing in there (mostly recreational tools and food), leaving only the pack itself and a few jewels and other more valuable assorted items in the pack. Siegfried then got handed a check for five hundred dollars, signed "Big the Cat". He'd never had to say a word.

"Incredible......" Alice said, dumbstruck.

Siegfried moved on to the next house, where Rouge the Bat answered the door. "H-h-h-hi, I'm g-going d-d-d-d-door to door selling th-things to help r-r-r-rebuild the t-town... Would you b-b-be interested in s-some--" He didn't get to finish as she interrupted him. "I'm interested, alright," she flirted with a smile.

"HEY ROUGY BAYBE! IM TALKIN TO YOU!", yelled the Seedarian. He walks over to Rouge and shows her a box of Diamonds, Pearls, Rubies, Garnets, Opals and Gold. "Name's Mercury, and a Nice lady like you would love to buy these gems from my home planet of Jade...that blew up 16 years ago......Well anywayz You want em? Only  How much are ya sellin ya crap for?"

(Meanwhile)

Within his silk curtain'd lair, Knuckles sat. His face was grim, dark. This was going to be tough. How many times before they were caught? How many times would he be forced into this same situation, sitting alone with her in a darkened room, before his reputation was ruined? How long before he simply lept the distance between them and took her.

"I'm sorry," the echidna said, voice reluctant and strained. He let out a sigh, trying to resist the temptation," I have my friends to think about. My reputation. My responsibilities as Guardian of the Master Emerald."

She remained there seductively. She didn't say anything, didn't have to. That's just how she worked, silently inviting him with her tall, dark body, and elegant curves. Yes, this was the Devil in all his villainous glory. No foe before had been as strong an opponent as she. This was not the first battle they'd had, and each time she had this way of winning.

"Heh, I remember that time with the ice cream and chocolate syrup," he said, smiling at the old memories. Knuckles shook his head, practically laughing as he said," Maybe one last taste for the road-"

Ding-Dong

Knuckles turned his gaze from the chocolate cake, their latest game of willpower placed on Time-Out. Grimacing as he got up to meet the visitors at the door. "We'll pick this up later," he said, more than annoyed.

"Why am I being dragged into this?" Fredrick thought as he rang the doorbell again. All he did was try being a hero. Prove you could do less damage without powers and still save the day. Now the ship who's controls he trashed was lying nose-first in the middle of the river, and he was forced into this little charity with every other overpowered hedgehog and technicolor animal who fought off the fleet. His cart, usually filled with exotic treasures and museum quality artifact, was filled with random junk the mayor expected him to sell. Why would anyone buy a Shoe-Phone or a lamp shaped like a leg which oddly reminded him of a certain night with Rouge the Bat.

"Hello!?" the stag yelled, pounding the door again," Get off your lazy @$$"

"WHAT!?" Knuckles yelled as the door flew open. The Guardian of the Master Emerald looked almost like a child next to Fredrick, who was a good foot taller than him, two if one counted his antlers. The two glared at each other, the gaze never faltering as they spoke.

"I'm selling crap to fix the city. You wanna buy something?"

The echidna looked over his wares, asking," How much for the punching bag?"

"Seventy bucks."

"That's robery!"

"That's the only punching bag in this hemisphere strengthened with Chaos infused fibers and Biolizard hide! Seventy dollars is a bargain!"

(kepp going when u get back on ^ Im just urging to put mah girl in SORREH! X3 u guys now have meh completeleh interested)

"Rargh!" Huntress heaved her fist into the punching bag once more. Still in training in her private training room, she stood back, readying for another punch. "I'LL SHOW YOU WEAK! I'LL KNOCK YOU ONE TO THE HEAD SONIC RARGH!" running forward, she jumps up, diving down and punching it again. Breaking, part of the roof is pulled down from the chain being tugged from the roof. Huntress hits her forehead. "Oh dang it.... Gotta call Knuckles.... see if he'll let me practice at his...." She moans, pulling her boxing gloves off and walking into the house. As she went past the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of energy drink, picking up her home phone and calling Knuckles.

(Add your character to the lists fisrt, then you can RP. :I )

(Meanwhile At Blaze's House)

Blaze lit a cigar with her finger and sat on her couch. "Im so Bored!" She yelled.

(Sorry if my Blaze is Out of Character, I've never played a game with her in it. ^^; )
 * A knock is heard at the door*

The cat left off her plush sofa and walked to the door with all the grace one would expect of a Bengal Tiger. As she opened the door, she said in a flat, clearly bored tone," Yeah, who is it?"

Isaiah stood at the door, a cart carrying wares behind him. "Hey, the city has court marshalled me to sell stuff to pay for the rebuilding of the city. Would you like to buy anything"

She looked over his cart, biting her lip. "What's that thing?" she asked, motioning towards the pile of stuff.

Isaiah:  *Looks at where she's pointing* You mean this? *Points at a sheathed Katana*

"Yeah," she said, practically purring as she looked over the intricate sheath and handle," How much?"

Isaiah smiled and picked up the intricate sheath. "Very nice choice, Blaze. I'd say at least 150, which is quite a steal for such a blade." Pulls the blade out some. "It been finely cleaned and kept sharp for almost a century now. I'd like to ask for 250."

"Sold," she said, handing him the money. As she took it inside, the cat smiled and said aloud," Now to double my profits by selling this baby online."

Isaiah stoods there silently, then sighed and turned around. He headed back out on to the street to continue selling.

(meanwhile)

"This is ridiculous." One of the many "heroes" turned salesmen complained. A blue echidna stood in front an apartment complex, where four of them; Two hedgehogs, and a cat, gathered. The group was looking over a wheelbarrow and a couple of wagons full of completely random objects. "I cannot BELIEVE they would do something like this to us." Smash growled.

"Door to Door salesmen...what have we gotten ourselves into." Violet asked flatly.

"This is an insult. After all the times we've saved these people's sorry butts, whether publicly or secretly,"

"And invested a little in the repairs when we had nothing to do with the damage in the first place!" Splice interjected.

"...they have the nerve to go and dump this junk on us to work off the bills to repair the city, when we don't even friggin LIVE HERE!?" Smash felt vein marks popping all over his face. He shot a glare at the wheelbarrow, picking up what appeared to be a banana shaped boomerang. "The last time we were even here was last winter! And that was for that Extreme Gear grandprix!"

"Actually, we only really helped these guys in particular about once or twice." Gizmo noted. "But that makes me wonder, Why were we involved?"

"So it's just "We don't know which one of ya did it, so all of ya are going down. Take this crap and bring back cash." What the heck is up with that!?" Smash ranted further. "I didn't come here to get a load of bull shoved into my face!"

"I've never really known much about Door to Door salesmen since I live way out in the outskirts." Gizmo said with a shrug. "But it shouldn't be too hard...right?"

Smash narrowed his eyes at him. "Nobody ever buys anything from door salesmen. And I wouldn't buy this crap if it were a dime a dozen!"

"...what exactly are you supposed to do with some of this stuff, anyway?" Splice asked, picking up a seemingly broken piggy bank. "It looks like unloaded a dumpster in these things."

Violet heaved a long sigh. "I think it's best to just try and give it a shot. I mean, everyone else is putting up with it. It's not fair to them if we don't."

Smash gave an irritated grunt in response. "Fine. I guess they all feel the same way. But after this is over, the mayor can expect a very long and detailed written complaint in his office." He jerked away one of the wagons by the handle and stormed off down the driveway. Violet took another wagon, while Splice pushed the wheelbarrow. Gizmo just had a big sack slung over his shoulder.

Soon after they began their treak, the four stepped into an all out brawl. Cars were turned over like children's toys, the pavement was littered with spider web cracks, and in the middle of the carnage a red echidna punched at a brown deer pummeling the Guardian of the Master Emerald who gladly traded blows.

You're a liar!," Knuckles shouted," No way that thing's worth as much as you say!"

"Maybe it'll make more online if it's covered in your blood," Fredrick shouted, beating the echidna again," I wonder how much a Knuckles fangirl would pay for something with your DNA on it?"

The four stopped dead in their tracks, staring in utter disbelief. "Oh you gotta be kidding me." Smash muttered. He looked back at Gizmo, who had dropped his back in surprise. "See, THIS is why door salesmen are never successful."

Gizmo blinked, but said nothing.

A blue Seedarian walked towards Knuckles. " I brought you the Emerald Alarm Sir" She said.

"The what?" he asked, pausing long enough for the deer to hit him with his antlers and regain his feet.

"There now that your calmed down would you like some of my hot buns?" She asked

"Lady, who exactly are you?" Fredrick asked. He was still annoyed, and this girl asking random questions wasn't helping.

"I know this is none of our business, but this is probably gonna make things worse for us if they keep fighting." Violet stated. Seeing Knuckles preparing to get up and continue fighting, she ran into the fray waving her arms around. "HEEYY! KNOCK IT OFF!!" She yelled.

He stopped, the echidna taking note of the girl. After giving the stag one last glare, he said," Fine...Who're you guys exactly?"

"Just some poor saps who got stuck with community service." Splice muttered aloud.

"Unfortunately that about sums it up." Smash admitted. "What're you doing out here anyway, Knuckles?"

(By SpTH continuity, Knuckles should at least recognize Smash and Splice.)

"Im Saturn the Blue Rose Seedarian, And I am selling Meat Buns and Curry along with Ramen cups as well" She said with a smile. "So everyone just calm down and relax" "Eat".

Violet looked over at Saturn, "You know, selling food would actually be a whole lot more reliable than whatever the mayor gave us."

"Oh And I almost Forgot!" -she exclaimed- "Come on down to Ice Snow's Juice and Food Joint! WE GOT CHILL FRUIT"

"Probably..." Fredrick said, looking over the punching bag with pride," But the massive fanbase of Knuckles with deep pockets is equally reliable." This made Knuckles growl.

The stag put his newest bit of merchandise away, and as he took a bowl of ramen he said," I'm Fredrick. Renowned adventurer and antique salesman. But you've probably heard of me, right?"

"wrong." Smash muttered under his breath.

"A merchant like you shouldn't really have any problems making money like this." Violet complimented, as she took a few bowls of ramen to share with the others.

"I have no idea," Fredrick said, staring at the pile," I sell things like antiques and museum pieces to collectors and really upscale clients. These Flea Market leftovers are out of my jurisdiction."

Looking back over at the things they all had to sell, she definitely understood where he was coming from. "I'm Violet, and these are my friends, Splice, Gizmo, and-"

"Smash." He finished for her. "I'm a fighter down at the Blitz Pit."

Saturn said," No Im kinda new here and The Mayor wanted me to bring you guys to the Food and Juice Joint. He wants you to sell food with me.:

"All of us?" Splice asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Then what does he expect us to do with all THIS!?" He pointed his thumb back towards the wheelbarrow he'd been pushing around.

" He said give it to Big. Nobody cares about him" She said. And With that You guys are now my Co-Workers for the Day"

"the heck?" Smash said flatly.

(Hey hey, aren't you twisting the plot a little, here? We're supposed to be selling this crap to various people, not dumping it on one person and doing something else. Making money off of working in a (fast food?) restaurant/cafe, That changes the entire plot. =/ ~Smash The Echidna~  22:22, October 9, 2012 (UTC))

(He's right, try to stick to the basic premise. :/ )

(Well she ment that they will sell food for the city)

"Isn't that a little...mean?" Violet asked, frowning.

"Well I'm not getting anywhere near that guy," Fredrick said, shuddering a bit," That cat just freaks me out."

"I'll take your word for it and move on." Smash said. "Anyway, thanks for the food, but we really should get going. I want this crap out of my sight by the end of the day, and it's not gonna be an easy task."

Fredrick stroked his chin, realisation sweeping over him. His eyes widened as she said," Guys, I think I know who might buy all this."

"Who in the heck?" Smash asked, sounding a bit more hostile than he intended.

The deer smiled, leading the way as he said," A powerful woman who owes me a favor."

Smash frowned uncertainly. "You sure? It's a lot of crud for one person...and I can't really see a "Powerful woman" of any kind wanting some of this anyway."

"Hey, if it means we're off the hook early..." Splice shrugged, stepping back behind his wheelbarrow.

"Sorry." Said Saturn. " Its for the city...besides you all will free food if you choose to help we can also sell that crap as well." She also said

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. Before them was a white apartment, just like all the others that lined the streets. Fredrick rang the brass doorbell, they listened to the clack of expensive shoes, and were greeted by a bulter who asked," May I help you, sirs?" in a smooth Brittish accent.

"I'm here to see the lady of the house," Fredrick replied," Tell her it's Freddie cashing in his favor."

"Very well sir. Please wait in the gardens as I fetch her."

After the door shut, Fredrick led them into an alley beside the building, the sound of classical music phazing through the brick walls. He entered a code on the iron gate, and they were greeted to a wonderland that would put Monet's garden to shame.

Arches of exotic vines flew above, lillies and lotus's dotten a simple pond, and on the green carpet a bird of every color played and flew. Beneath an old oak tree, now a firey orange, was a simple bench swing, with a white tyable and cushioned chairs nearby. The group took their seats, and waited.

"Sheesh, this lady's got money to spare." Smash remarked, looking around. "Though, why would she bother putting all this behind a regular alleyway in a place like this?"

"I'm kinda worried that she might not accept it." Gizmo said.

"Just trust me," Fredrick said," She owes me, and if there's anything she hates, it's oweing people. She practically threw money at me trying to repay the debt. Cars, houses, land, jewels, but I turned it all down and saved it for something important."

"'Important' as in 'getting us out of working'." Smash remarked again. "Genius."

Saturn Frouned. " Its ok.....I'll sell food for the city my self :c" -sighs- "But...they have a point....Fine.. I wont sell my food.......and you guys were just going to be sent there to pick up some stuff form the Mayor anyway but its ok...Thanks anyay guys".

Not too far away from then a group of heroes turned salesman were walking down the street.

"This sucks!" complained the green hedgehog.

A chubby frog turned to him.

"Well to be fair you DO frequently destory cities with your dark spirit bombs. It's the least we could do." he explained.

"Shut the heck up Droget!" Krinkinko said, annoyed at his friend.

"Well we better make the best of it...." siad Droget.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late!" shouted an orange goat with a toddler running beside her.

"Rachel!? What are you doing here and where's Krinkinkoy!?" shouted Krinkinko worriedly.

"Oh I left him with one of the GUN geeks." she said.

Krinkinko facepalmed. "...Let me get this straight...YOU LEFT MY ONLY CHILD WITH A GUN SOLDIER!!!???" he screamed.

"Oh relax! I left him with someone reliable." she assured.

Meanwhile, Shadow was shaking Krinkinkoy vigorously trying to make him stop crying. Krinkinko sighed.

"Even a better reason to hurry this up. So, I've never lived in the city....what's a door to door salesman?"

"I don't know. I've lived in Frog Village all my life." Droget said.

Krinketta giggled.

Rachel shrugged. "I've lived in the jungle too. Thanks to Eldy-Weldy building me a house."

"A door-to-door salesman is someone who sells junk to people! You idiots!....and Rachel." siad a muscular rabbit.

"That's easy then! Krinketta, look cute!" said Krinkinko "Kay; daddy!" said Krinketta.

"Droget! Don't pee on yourself!"

"ROGER!" said Droget with a smile.

He pointed to Rachel. "Rache! Do yo' thang!"

She applied a fresh coat of green lipstick.

"Okee-dokee. Krinkinko-winko!" replied Rachel.

"And Frederick! Be assertive!"

"Aren't I the one giving orders, mutt!?" growled Frederick.

Rachel leaned toward the rabbit. "Relax. Freddy-weddy!"

Frederick blushed and closed his eyes. "Yeah? J-just don't let him get in my way!" he growled as he folded his arms.

"Okay team! LET'S MOOOOOVE OUT!" yelled Krinkinko. The group then sprinted forward.

(Back with Fredrick)

Smash suddenly looked off back towards the entrance, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. "What's wrong, Smash?" Violet asked, noticing the look on his face.

He shook his head. "Nothing, really. Just thought I heard something unpleasant, is all." Violet looked puzzled, but shrugged it off.

They all turned as the French doors opened, revealing the lady of the house. A lioness, with sharp features and a sensual, crooked smile, and blue eyes that never left them. She wore a massive gown, studded with jewels and frills that must have weighed as much as she did. Her curly brown mane was kept up in a (jeweled) net, a headband holding the roots in place. Her outfit said she was a queen, her expression said she was a dominatrix. But the way she carried it....said she was better than everyone there.

Fredrick smirked at her and said," Anne, how've you been?"

"Better," she replied in a sweet tone, flavored with an accent like her butler's," Are you going to introduce me to your company?"

"We're just acquaintances of his." Smash spoke up for them. "My name is Smash. And my friends, Splice, Violet, and Gizmo." He gestured towards each of them as he spoke.

"Ooh," she said, feeling Smash's cheek. She blushes, purring as she said," Mmm, look at that skin, so smooth. I bet my hand would slide right off if I slapped you....I hope I don't have to try."

Smash's eyelids lowered halfway.  Excuse me? He thought, almost in disbelief. It was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or an insult. All he could do was silently retort "...Likewise."

"You'll have to excuse her," Fredrick said, chucking a bit at Smash," She's not a tame lion."

Anne just giggled. Taking up her place in the bench, her gown fanned out, making the swing out as more of a throne. As a butler brought out tea, she asked," To what do I owe this visit from you and your boyfriend Freddie?"

She didn't seriously just call me his boyfriend. Smash thought flatly. He stayed quiet to let Frederick do the talking.

"We're not a couple," he asserted.

Anne took her tea, replying in a monotone voice," Yes you are."

"I just want to make it clear that I am straight, and married to a woman. Thank you." Smash butted in.

"Look, I wanted to cash that favor."

She stopped, her eyes widening a bit at that," So I heard. And how will I be repaying you?"

"Buy our stuff."

"You want me to spend my hard earned money-"

"Don't play me Anne," Fredrick said, leaning in closer," You practically showered me in cars and deeds when I authenticated those heirlooms of yours. Money isn't a problem for you."

"Oooohh..." Splice was somewhat impressed with how he was handling her attitude.

"Very well then, what of space?" she asked, now turning to the others," I don't keep a room dedicated to keeping worthless trash. What would you have me do?"

"That's what I was afraid of." Smash folded his arms. "Well, Fred? Did you think that far into your plan, or are we at a dead end here?"

Splice shrugged. "Why don't you rent a storage garage or something?" He suggested.

Fredrick smiled, looked her dead in the eye, and said," Everyone has an attic to store their junk in Anne."

She smiled at the stag, eyeing him. Slowly, she grinned, and before long she all out smiled as she said," Fine. I'm tired of having my debt to you hang over my head. I'll have my servants go through the trash, give it to some local artist, and once it's in a gallery I'll triple my profits."

"Whew! Thanks a bunch, Ma'am." Splice said in relief. "Sorry for dumping all this crap on ya."

"No trouble at all..." Anne replied. A team of servants already descended on the wagon, taking with them various metal pieces, vases, paintings, and china. Most of the metal would probably go to her scheme with the artist, but the rest would more than likely stay with Anne to decorate some maid's room or an old room no one would visit but once every few months. When it was all done, the lioness signed a check, and bade them farewell.

Once out of earshot, the butler from before returned, and said," A great stroke of luck milady. You were in need of funds, yes?'

"Yes..." she thought, returning to her swing," I am glad I don't have to sell another dress to keep up my wealth..."

"It pains me each time, dismantling them for pety gems," the bultler said with a sigh. Anne appreciated him. The only reason she could still afford this many servants, as well as homes in several cities, was that her family had already paid them off years in advance. Although they were mostly silent drones following Anne's whims, the butler was a true friend to her. Keeping up with bills, food, expenses, and appearances took a toll on her bank account, and a friend like him helped. It helped alot.

"Send the china to my room later, Charles. I should be able to sand away the "Made in Chun-Nan" labels on my own."

"Milady, how long will you be able to keep the rich girl facade? You're funds are dropping, your investments yeild no profits-"

"I do not have to be rich to keep up this facade. I only need the Impression of wealth to play this game."

Smash huffed a quick sigh. "Well! That went better than I'd hoped." He said.

"Do you think this will be enough?" Violet asked, looking at the large sum of cash they'd accumulated.

"If it ain't, they only got themselves to blame." Smash said. "I'm not doing this again."

"Well we weren't the only ones working, so they should probably reach their goal sooner or later." Gizmo reminded them.

Fredrick laughed, the sound piercing the joyful atmosphere. As he clutched his sides, me managed to say," You guys, that check's for $100,000....You realise it can cist an average of over 50 million dollars to repair everything after one of your battles, right?"

"How Much!?" they heard someone yell, the voice like a lion's roar. In front of them, Mazda, Alice and Ray still dragged their wagon around, having barely made a dent in their stock.

Fredrick looked over the odd trio. A lion as tall as he was (and he was tall for a Mobian), a human boy who seriously needed a haircut, and a girl who just stared at everyone else. He wouldn't have given them a second thought if he didn't recognise them. "You're those guys from the ships, huh?"

"You're that deer that messed up the controls!" Ray said angrilly," You sent us to the bottom of the river! You almost killed us!"

"Oooohhh boy." Splice scooted his chair back, not wanting to get involved.

"Now now..Let's not lose our tempers." Violet said nervously.

"She's right," Alice said, stepping between the two," We survived, and I'm sure Fredrick didn't know we were on board. Besides, he doesn't even have powers, so he couldn't stop the ship's decent or save us anyway."

Ouch. "Yeah, I'm gonna guess you two haven't had much luck so far?" the stag asked, motioning towards their wagon.

"None at all," the lion replied.

Splice looked back towards the french doors, "I doubt we could ask Anne to take anymore than we gave her." He said with a frown. "Maaan, what's the big deal making us cart around this junk? They could have given us more practical things to sell, I mean come on!"

"You're right,' the human boy, Ray, said in a grim tone," We have no more options. We'll have to go door to door to all 10 milliom people in this city, practically begging them to buy our crap..."

"Ray..." Alice said sadly. But before she could speak again, the boy thrust his fist in the air, and shouted to the heavens," Or we can accept this challenge! The system gives us junk and dares us to turn it into 50 million dollars, I say bring it on! Guys...I have a plan!"

"A plan?" everyone asked in unison.

"Yes, a plan that will put all other plans in the history of Mobius to shame!"

Smash rose an eyebrow at him. "And that would be...?"

"We're going to turn all of this crap into a weapon of mass destruction! And sell it to the highest bidder!" the boy shouted, a look of insanity spreading across his face," Everyone will bid to get their hands on this thing!"

Smash just stared at him, both eyelids lowered halfway. His face showed that he was clearly unimpressed. Splice and Violet stared blankly at him, the latter feeling more puzzled if anything. There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Well, count me out." Gizmo broke the silence.

"C'mon!" Ray said, now somewhat upset and less vigorous," I saw it in a video game. It even has a coll name..."

As if out of respect, the boy lowered his voice, and only barely whispered," the Katamari."

Somewhere in the distance a car alarm went off, as if emphasizing the taboo of so dark a weapon.

Smash glanced over in the direction at the corner of his eye. "The problem with that plan is that while it MAY solve the problem for now, it may just as well cause the same thing to happen; if not worse."

"Yeah, so anyway..I think we've stuck around here long enough." Splice said, referring to the fact that they were still in Anne's back garden. "Let's take this somewhere else."

"Right..."Mazda replied.

(Continued at the bottom of the page)

(Coming down the other side of the street)

Cold:I'm telling you(Opens The Book),it's a sure thing.

Skate:Nah.

AEon:I believe it can work.

Cold:We will sell it. (Guys I might drop out due to Edit Conflits)

(Sorry. :!

(With Krinkinko)

es he find more unpleasant? Rachel or Frederick?))

Krinkinko knocked on a door. "Watch and learn fellas." he said.

An elderly cat opened the door. "Oh hello young ones? What do you need?"

Krinetta smiled. "We swellin junk!" she exclaimed. She trew some items at the woman. "Take them!"

The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry dear. I don't have enough money to waste on junk." she said as she closed the door.

Krinkinko smiled. "No matter! We'll just move on to the next house! And we'll partner up with another team if we run into one so we can learn their secrets!"

"And if all else fails we'll have to convince them to give us their money." Frederick failed.

"And if THAT fails we'll BATTLE EM'!" exclaimed Krinkinko with excitement.

"I'll be the seducer!" Rachel shouted as the team trekked on. Unknowingly getting closer to another team. Krinketta was nowhere to be found.

When the women went into her bedroom she saw Krinketta sitting, holding a doll in her hand while smiling. "Hello."

The woman's eyes widened. "How did you get in here!?" she shouted.

Krinketta ignored the question and stood up. "Buy it." she said.

The woman shook her head. "I told you I-"

"BUY IT NOW!" Krinketta shouted her voice deep.

"I CAN'T!" shouted the woman.

Krinketta's fur (or whatever seedrians have (leaves I think)) grew black and her pupils dissappeared as she began charging a black sphere above her head.

Three minutes later Krinketta walked away from the house.

(on the next house)

Cold:WHAT was that?!

Krinketta bumped into Cold group. "HAIII!" she exclaimed

Cold sighed in annoyance as his costumer peeps through the window calling the cops."HEY WAIT DO YOU WANT TO BUY SOMETHING?!"Cold said,creeping the guy at the window.

Krinketta hugged Cold's legs. "Warm." she said.

Cold freezes his legs in spite,"No,COLD!".

She took a few steps back and giggled. "Cold." she said as she pointed to him. "You Cold." she said as she giggled some more.

Skate laughed hard at Cold,"HAHA!".AEon looked away at the rest,"I bet none of you want to buy a flux drive".

Krinketta cocked her head to the side and smiled even wider. "What's tat (that)?" she asked.

AEon replies,"It's like a flux capacitor.".

"I don't know what a fwuck campater is but do you need help swellin?" she asked.

AEon says,"It is not made clear how the flux capacitor works, beyond that of a typical deus ex machina device. It consists of a box with three small, flashing incandescent lamps arranged as a "Y", located above and behind the passenger's seat of the time machine. As the car nears 88 miles per hour, the light of the flux capacitor pulses faster until it has a steady stream of light. The stainless steel body of the De Lorean also has a beneficial effect on the "flux dispersal" as the capacitor activates, although Doc is interrupted before he can finish explaining it fully.".

"....do you need help swellin?" she asked again.

AEon annoyed at her,"No but you might" he mumbled.Hey why aren't we moving on?

"Are you guys selling stuff to?"Cold said.

(when are we going to move to the bottom?Tailsman67 (talk) 21:52, October 10, 2012 (UTC))

(With Krinkinko)

Krinkinko's group knocked on the next door.

"You're up next Drog." said Krinkinko.

Droget's eyes widened. "Me!? B-b-but-"

A middle-age lady opened the door.

"H-hi m-m-ma'am. We're selling stuff would you care for some...." he trailed off.

The woman repeted him."...some?..."

Droget looked around frantically pushed Krinkinko down and ripped off his shoes. "SOME SHOES!" he said, at last.

The lady gave him a puzzled look. "What do they do?" she asked, uncertainly.

Droget smiled. "They allow you to grind on anything!"

"Ooooh!" the lady said. "How much?!"

"100 dollars!" siad Droget.

"SOLD!" the woman handed him the 100 dollar bill snatched the shoes and ran inside.

Droget turned to Krinkinko. "That wasn't so hard after all!"

Krinkinko slapped him across the face. "Those were my SHOES you idiot!"

"W-well you don't need them." said Droget.

"Oh really bug-breath!? Than how am I suppose to go to work?!" he asked.

Droget looked at him. "Those shoes were too small anyway...."

Krinkinko lowered his eyelids. "That's why the Elder would resize them every year!" he shouted. This caused Droget to cry. Krinkinko sighed. "Whatever. On to the next house." the team moved on.

(Meanwhile, with Isaiah)

Isaiah continued along the street, reaching a dead-end. "Wait...wasn't there a turn point here? Now where am I supposed to go? ...Oh well."He turns and head back up the street, and hears a wagon being pulled down the next street over. "Hm...?" He said to himself as he went to check it out.

(With Cold)

Krinketta nodded. "Yes! I'm swellin too!" she said.

Skate smiled and replied."We're selling tons of stuff."

Part 2
"Like hell!" the latest angry customer shouted," The lamp looks better in your wagon than in my house!"

Fredrick had been arguing with this costomer for a good 5 minutes. The elderly man, who oddly resembled the stereotypical portrayal of Scrouge, furiously waved his cane at the stag. In reply, Fredrick clutched the cheap lamp at his side and shouted," I bet it'd look best shoved up your tired old-!"

"Enough!" Alice shouted, smacking the deer with the massive fan she used as a weapon," We'll move onto the next guy."

As they descended the stairs, yet again turned down, the young witch turned her hand in the shape on an "L" on her forehead, aimed at the prickly old timer.

"Well that went about as well as I expected." Smash muttered. "Cranky old men. They're the last customers you'd wanna deal with."

A yellow cat was standing there when they arrived at the bottom of the steps. She was looking at the lamp with obvious disire.

"Huh?" Splice noticed her. "Oh, you want this?" He asked, tugging on the lamp Frederick had in his hands.

Fredrick threw the lamp to her, the cheap plastic simply bouncing off the concrete.

"Keep it," he said," Not like five bucks are gonna make a difference."

Splice frowned at him, but just shrugged it off.

Mazda clutched his head, groaning as he said," We'll be selling this crap forever at this rate!"

"Then let's get forever over with quickly," Alice said, staring at the map.

"Who's next anyway?" Ray asked, pulling the tiny red wagon.

"34 Lara Leigh Lane...." she said, staring at her iPhone in horror,".....Princess Elise's vacation home...."

"Who?" Splice asked, scratching his head.

"A princess, huh?" Smash folded his arms. "I can only hope she's not another snob. It's bad enough to have to deal with them, but when we're selling crap like this, it gets difficult to blame them."

"Well, we won't know if we don't try..." Alice said. She gently knocked on the door, and a wave of silence descended. Just as they were about to knock again, a window opened on the second floor. The next few moments were a blur, but they could remember a large canon emerging from the darkness, and a net capturing Smash in it's clutches.

On instinct, Smash immediately put his guard up to block whatever attack might have been coming their way. In the heat of the moment, A blast of energy briefly surrounded him, supposedly to counter the assault, however, Smash ended up getting caught in the net anyway. By the time his mind caught up to what was happening, he was already wrapped up inside. "H-Hey, What the crap!? What is this supposed to be!?" He shouted in protest.

"S-Smash!?" Violet cried out. Splice and Gizmo both jumped at the net, hoping to grab onto it and free him.

As Fredrick and Mazda joined in to help, the doorway opened. In the now empty frame, the princess stood. Her white dress with feather accents, red hair, and pale skin would have been a heavenly sight...had she not been holding a massive net gun over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were wild and her face wrinkled in frustration as she said," You're not Sonic!"

"Of course he's not Sonic," Fredrick replied," If he were, I'd have tried to kill him five blocks ago."

"Well he's the same shade of blue," she said deffensively, leaning the gun against the wall as she asked," So who are you anyway?"

"First tell me what the heck you're doing with that trap cannon." Smash demanded, sitting in the net with his arms folded as Gizmo and Splice cut the ropes away. "What were you planning to do to me if I WAS Sonic?"