Morning had struck. The birds were tweeting, the grunts were cleaning the deck, breakfast was being had by senior pirates; all things were in balance, as they should be. Save for Spook, who suffered from main character syndrome, and therefore was seen doing something alternative -- which made him stood out, that alternative thing being drinking on deck. With a newspaper on hand, anyone who'd approach the ship knew he'd be their first obstacle. There was an interesting newsline on the newspaper, a subtle byline to an article about a meat processing company that was expanding. 'Mac Big inc. is also known for their sponsorship of the urban Ninth District marching band '



Spook chuckled after sipping away at his whiskey which was spiked with coffee. The next gulp was spat out however. A brilliant idea popped up in Spooks head. With his abilities, he could turn this marching band into musicians he could use at private gatherings and such. It sounded too good to be true, perhaps he could tie in these marching band musicians into other nefarious. With the newspaper tucked under his arm, Spook headed for Jackals office. Perhaps he was as amused as Spook was at the idea of turning this marching band into their private musicians. While thinking of an interesting way to pitch the idea of turning a marching band into toys, he gathered a few toys of his own. Made them find anything that resembled an instrument.



Spook was the type of ninja who'd audibly say knock knock whenever he knocked on a door, save for this time it was the door of his captains chambers. Presumably, the door didn't open by itself so Spook opened it instead and just barged in. After stepping a few feet into his captains office, he curled his index finger towards himself. A signal for his toys to enter as well.



He'd order his toys while getting a drink. He knew by now where Jackal kept his booze. While the toys played incredibly poorly, Spook poured himself a white russian.



By using the newspaper under his arm as a frisbee, Spook threw the newspaper towards the captain. The byline being marked that he had read earlier.



Maybe Spook envisioned it too much from his own perspective.

Spook explained to the captain, long while the toys had stopped playing their 'music'. He seemed to be amused by the idea, but wasn't as amused by his extravagant invasion of his captains privacy. It seemed like an easy task, but Spook enjoyed the company of his captain. Should things go sour, he'd have the ultimate backup.



While Jackal was getting ready to leave, Spook ordered his toys to gather his things as well as some booze.



He brought his hand to his chin to contemplatively stroke his full beard.



This idea totally was made while in a non-sober state of mind. But the idea was pretty simple to execute, the idea being that while exchanging the hotdog, Spook turns the marching band member into a toy. They could keep their hotdog if they wanted to eat it; which wouldn't be required upon turning into a toy. Spook was convinced this idea was going work according to his plan. Getting all of those things, and then finding out about when the marching band has a recital were the required follow ups.



Spook proposed they'd split up for the setup of his plan, unless Jackal had a better plan of course.

Spook replied, sneakily making his way to his captains desk to take a baby den den. This was one of the older iphones, it didn't have gorilla glass protecting it's shell -- he had to be careful with his new iphone. His objective was pretty clear, acquire hotdogs and other hotdogery stuff.



Nas and Kanye walked closer to Spook and were about to jump him.



The toys were quite literal by the way they received orders, that somethings led to conflicting things. Too many conflicts? They won't do anything at all, until given a new order. That had happened four times so far, and each time defined the rules more and more for the way his toys worked. While Nas and Kanye were venturing towards Spooks room to get 'some beli', Spook made his way downstairs, having ordered Kendrick to find a sign. The hardest part was finding the pencils in order to draw the letters FREE HOTDOG; the g didn't quite fit:

FREE
HOTDOG

Sadly, due to a lack of basic school education, Spook was shite at making signs. The pencil had run all out of ink too, so this was their only sign. They used the leg of a table to put the sign on the stick, instead of a nail, a butter knife was used. With Spooks strength, submitting a butter knife into a paper and then into wood wasn't difficult. Kanye and Nas had returned with enough beli to buy at least a few can of hotdogs. Spook wanted to steal a cart from somewhere, which could be arranged by his toys. On his grocery list was:

- grapes
- whip cream
- rose petals
- Marvin Gaye let's get it on

Wrong grocery list, Spook reached down his pocket and grabbed the other piece of paper:

- 50 hotdogs
- 50 hot dog buns
- 2 bottles of ketchup
- microwaver
- battery for the microwave


The toys were in awe of Spooks epic legendary speech. Truth was, today wasn't going to be too exciting. His bravado made everything seem grand. The navigator managed to dock the ship on the ground, in order to leave Spook and his posse to their own devices. Spook wasn't cool enough to just jump off the ship and beeline to the city; his life was much more simpler for the time being. The docking location of this ship had changed a few times now, giving Spook a difficult time navigating through town. But, as he remembered it, his car was parked a few blocks away. His beautiful white mane Buick Lesabre. It took him a few minutes to find the park where Buick Lesabre was tied to a hitching rail. A few children were feeding it carrots. Spook thanked the children for feeding his horse, he'd pat their head--but considered himself to be too moral to convert your children into toys. Spook climbed atop his Buick Lesabre. The dignity of this machine will impress the world, the beast under this hood is refined with perfect balance. Nothing says power like a Buick Lesabre in your parking spot. This 2-transmission horse is engineered to be one of the greatest vehicles known to man, due to domestication.



He'd hit the back leg of the horse with his ankle twice to make it move. Cars were quite simple, you held the leash to the left if you wanted to go left, and right for more of the same. To make them go right you had to hold pull the steering wheel to yourself, which you'd thought would make the Buick brake. Regardless, this was Spooks best car and that's all he had to do with. Spook and the Buick Lesabre departed from the parking lot, with the toys trying to catch up. Baltigo was in it's usual state, shady and dusty. It took Spook some time to find a good grocery store to get the hotdog stuff. He parked his horse at a hitching rail close to the grocery store. Some thugs were troubling a young maiden, on her way home from bible study--but alas, our main character didn't even acknowledge the scene, for his morals were too grim. This town was wild anyway, doctors here still said cigarettes were healthy to consume, comparing them to vegetables and fruit. This town was truly outrageous, everything had a mini bomb attached that would detonate if you dared to steal it. The bomb goes off a few seconds after running past the detection ports; opening up a grocery shop in Baltigo essentially required those, so much so that the detection port business in Baltigo was booming. Spook decided to cheap out on the hotdogs, and decided on two huge cans of hotdogs in some kind of water that preserved them. Expiration dates weren't really a thing, Spook placed the hotdog cans in his basket. An old woman to his left asked Spook where the tuna cans were, her cat was hungry and she needed tuna cans. Like Spook was an employee there, or cared for why she needed tuna cans. He knew where they were, and he knew also that the old grandma most likely didn't care for his occupational status either.



Without unknowingly being somewhat condescending, Spook continued down his grocery shop. A few aisles away from the hotdogs, in the bread department, was the hotdog bread that Spook sought. Since he was too lazy to cut the bread, he decided to buy pre-cut hotdog bread, spending an extra penny but winning time as a result. Sadly, the shop didn't have a microwave, or any batteries for a microwave. Carrying the bread was a pain in the ass, the hot dogs were just weight. The last objective for Spook was finding a cart that could be carried around, along with a microwave and batteries. After an hour of looking for a microwave and a battery, Spook decided to just serve cold hot dogs. Take a cold hotdog, bitch. Was his catchphrase for the rest of the day. Kanye, who had been carrying the sign all day, had found great difficulty in blending in while holding a sign that indicated free hotdogs. Watching him jitter across the street pretty much was TV to Spook while he carried his own sorry ass across town to get a microwave.

Maybe they could get a metal cart, and burn wood inside, to heat the hotdogs up, like a barbecue? Genius. His toys were dispatched with the order to steal a small metal cart. Meanwhile, Spook would make a barbecue-like contraption on the middle of the street. Using bicycle spokes off from some wheel he found, he managed to make a makeshift barbecue. They'd only need wood. Spook left his barbecue contraption on the side of the street while he went into an alley, he found a few chunks of wood in a dumpster. Although questionable, they were still usable. Regardless, Spook certainly didn't plan on eating the hot dogs anymore. That was until he saw a plain attended hotdog stand. A normal looking one.

Energy sprung back into Spooks body, like he had won the lottery, he rushed over to the hotdog stand man to order a hotdog, picture Spook running like Naruto across the street. Just turning the hotdog stand man into a toy right away was careless off him, better watch the man operate his hotdog stand before forcibly taking it from him. Douglas begun talking about his pension, how the hotdog industry is trying to screw him out of it. Spook deliberately made sure to pay extra attention to Douglas in order to mimic his attitude later on. Douglas just used a gas powered contraption to generate heat and boil water in which the hotdogs rested in, he used a pair of prongs to pull the hotdogs out of the hot water, let the water slip off and then place it in a vertically cut across baguette. A dash of mustard, ketchup topped with diced onions.





Spook tucked his chin in, nodding his head and drawing a smile, acting impressed, but that's all he needed to know at this point anyway. Spook paid for his hotdog, and ate it while at the stand. He had to wait until there was nobody who could see what he would attempt to do, reach over and turn the hotdog man into a toy. Not that people could process what happens even if they see it anyway, this saved Spook from having paranoia. Halfway through his hotdog sandwich, there was a good opportunity without anyone looking over, so Spook reached over to 'thank' the hotdog man by turning him into a toy.



Before Douglas toy number 4 could reply, Spooks iphone started ringing.



Meanwhile, with expressive hand gestures, Spook ordered his toys to put their bread and their hotdogs in the cart. They were open for business, ready to roll. The free hotdog sign was still hidden, and Spook thought of an addition to the sign. While on the phone with Jackal, he started writing 'DRINK 5B', so even the sane adults would notice that -- thinking that the free hotdog is a bait to get the money from drinks, and therefor convince them that they could just eat a hotdog for free, without needing a drink.

Just as Spook said the words, 'Mr. Sexy Pizza', Bandit King replied with some instructions. The marching band was a bit away from where he was. They're approaching from his right, at a slow pace. Jackal claimed that the street was too crowded for him to effectively turn them all into toys. So he'd cause a distraction. Spook started to shift his hotdog cart to the East, where the marching band members were slowly approaching from.



Everyone got distracted by the shop owners distress, save for a few groups. Pirates and marines and the like started saving people out of the rubble, while the leader of the Marching Band, the conductor, told the members not to get involved as it still may be dangerous. The conductor was an important person to turn, Spook paid special attention to his whereabouts should he not get caught by the expanding queue to his hotdog stall, mostly made up by marching band members. Spook placed his cart strategically, the people in the queue couldn't see well past the scene in order to see some people turning into toys. Each time Spook made a hotdog, he'd whisper




Under his breath, expecting to serve a marching band member their last meal, but sometimes there were other random people--those in particular he didn't turn into toys, so that other people could see that the hotdog stand was 'fine'. Spook found out that he could add articles to his contracts in order to give people specific commands, so he wouldn't have to say them out loud. His powers became more familiar to him over time. Due to the Bandit King causing a large-scale distraction, most of the people didn't pay too much attention to the hotdog stall other than it's sign.

When they ran out of chopped onions is where things started to go sour; no amount of sauerkraut will calm down a crowd of people who like diced onions on their hotdog. Chopped onions, light of my life, fire of my loins.

After a few minutes of giving hotdogs through evil handshakes, Spook had effectively turned at least twenty marching band musicians into toys. They were all merily headed up to where the ship was docked, still wearing their marching band uniform and holding their instruments. The conductor, and five drummers decided to help out cleaning the rubble so Spook rolled his cart up to where they were. Three of the drummers went to get a hotdog after a few minutes of helping, they were turned while the public didn't pay attention to the cart.

Two of the drummer boys left the situation, they were confused since they had forgotten why they were in the marching band(due to them losing their memories of their friends). Spook didn't want to quite actively pursue them since he was so close being done, and he had his eye on the conductor--who seemed to be zoning out more than helping. Spook decided to close the hotdog cart(permanently) and retire in this business, by serve one last hotdog to the conductor. The last hand he was gonna shake that day.




Spook gave Bandit King a ring again.




His own toys had been long gone escorting groups of marching band toys to the district where the ship could safely land and had prior to them acquiring the hotdog stand. He himself begun moving towards the same place with the conductor at his side toy.

A large group of toys had amassed in the same district where the shop had docked. They all awaited for Spook to give them new commands. The group wasn't that panicky, they were more confused. "What happened to us?" Spoke the orchestra conductor. "Last thing I can remember were the accidents." The pianist rubbed his toy-chin while he spoke. The orchestras ensemble was set up like a regular Modern Orchestra; Spook asked the conductor to give count everyone and give him the numbers. The conductor returned with the following results:


Spook nodded approvingly. There were two musicians missing, "It seems like Timmy who plays the gong, and Johnny the tamborist seem to be missing, other than those two, everyone's here." Spook decided to just go on anyway, the gong player, while being important, could be replaced by someone else.



Everyone, form up in a line as we board the ship, follow Nas into the recreational room, and set up your instruments and get ready to play once there.

Spook signaled with his hands to the general direction of the rec room. Once everyone was aboard, the ship departed into the skies once more. The toys had gathered up in the recreation room, there was ample room for everyone to gather up and get in proper positioning.



Configuration ZX32 was codespeak for the gathering of drinks, food, and a good mood. ZX32 in particular meant that three of his toys were going to put on tuxes and continue the night as waiters of the crew. The music surely would catch the attention of any crew member on the ship. Spook used hand gestures towards the conductor to indicate that he should come to Spooks side; the conductor moved anxiously closer to Spook.





Spook was impressed, the conductor might be playing a critical role in his orchestra. The first piece he requested was Ravel Bolero, this piece allowed him to get a good grasp of the entire orchestras range. Spook nodded his head in affirmation, the conductor knew Ravel Bolero so he didn't protest, and instead returned to his orchestra, looking around if anyone was not ready to play.

Conducting was Lorins greatest passion. Making his podium debut at the age of ten, he was revered for excellent baton technique; of which he once said, "The aim is to find a motion that responds to the need of a particular player at a particular moment. The player must be put at ease, so that he knows where he is and what is expected, and is free to concentrate on beauty of tone. There is no magic involved."

Lorins swung his baton in a true symphony, leading his orchestra into the first notes of Bolero. The subtle and softness that ramped up into an epic score all begun and ended within Lorins fingertips. Like a marionette, Spook played him--and he played his orchestra. This was power by its raw definition. And Spook enjoyed it from his lounge chair, with a three fingers of whiskey in a glass resting on his hand. Eventually, the music became loud enough for the entire ship to hear--and, perhaps even Baltigo.



Spook moved his chair a few rows back, the volume of the large orchestra began being too overwhelming. A person needed a respectable amount of endurance to stand in this room without suffering hearing damage. Others, plain grunts, enjoyed the music outside, where they did jigs based on the music that was being produced, having a party among themselves.



Spook immediately the first 'real' song he wanted to experience through this orchestra. This action had unknowingly exploded his motivations, it inspired him to seek new avenues.



Lorin swung his head no, he was not familiar with this particular song. The band he sort of knew though.





Spook eased himself more into his chair, using one of the arms of the chair to establish a flat position for his reefer joint. It was rolled in a rush, as this was going to be a long, long evening. With many song requests, partying, and dancing. Members of his crew were welcome to request a song and do their thing, as long as they hadn't disrupted the orchestra Spook would be fine with anything. As the evening progressed, the scale of drugs had spiraled into the highpoint of that evening; cocaine. Copious lines of coke, champagne showers, everything what Spook had imagined being in his thirties was going to be like.

--exit