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5 10 15 20 25 30 35 15 “No,” Stretch reassured him, “he’s honest. This is the market price. He doesn’t run the same risks as we do. Also, he doesn’t give out wrong information. Otherwise his reputation would be at stake. Now are you ready?” “Yes, we are!” “Let’s put the tights on our heads,” Stretch urged. They put on the tights. Pudgy felt everyone’s eyes on him. “What’s up?” “Where did you get them?” Shrimp asked. “From my mother’s drawer. Why?” While Pudgy was speaking, his fat hung out from the lace in the tights, jiggling up and down. “I had said a pair of tights, not fishnet stockings!” Stretch exclaimed. “Ok, put my scarf on your mouth. You’re so unsightly! And now shut up. Let’s move silently. Clear?” They nodded. They started to walk, but at a certain point they heard a… “wheeeeze.” They stopped. Silence. They started to move again. “Wheeeeze… wheeeeze.” It was rhythmic and near them, too near. They turned around. “What’s up?” Moron asked. “Use your damned inhaler,” Shrimp shouted at him (but in a low voice). The operation required some time (taking off the hood, taking off the tights, spraying the medicine, twice, putting on the tights, putting back on the hood), but then they began to walk again. Everything went according to plan: jumping on the wall, climbing over the gate, reaching the door, forcing the lock, opening the drawer and finding the money. They grabbed everything and slipped away in the cold, desolate night. But when they reached the gate they realized that the wall wasn’t there anymore and the gate was too high to climb over. “OH MY GOD!!” Pudgy cried. “WE’VE FALLEN INTO THE TRAP!” “Shhh,” they said altogether. Pudgy lowered his voice, “Dad will kill me! All our dads will kill us! We’ll all die!!” “Wheeeeze, wheeeeze,” Moron wheezed.