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"What a bumb way to lose the loot," I mutter in disgust. "I could have made the getaway easy."
 
     
 
Raymond the Rat sits up straight and takes off his spectacles. "There did seem to be a lack of efficient organization," he agrees.
     
Fats the Funky Rat is silent, so I know right away he's asleep. I apply a little of my toture twist to his tail and he mumbles, "Mmmphbut. Right, boss, right."
 
     
 
It is then, at that moment, that I have my big idea.
     
"There is a meeting in the Council Room right away," I order, and I walk away.
 
     
 
The Council Room is behind a potted palm at the back of the theater. My gang struggles in.
     
"What's the password?" I hiss to Fats.
 
     
 
He settles down with a candy-bar wrapper. "Sassafras tea?"
     
"That was last weeks."
 
     
 
"Constantinople," volunteers Raymond.
     
I nodded at him approvingly, but then I notice that he is watching the previews of the coming attractions out of the corner of his eye. I can see I'm going to have to show them again who's boss.
 
     
 
"Ahem!" I say in my toughest voice, snatching the candy wrapper from Fats and giving Raymond my hypnotic stare. Finally they give me the attention a leader deserves.
     
"I have something important to announce," I say. I pause to let that sink in, and then make my announcement. "I think we are ready for The Big Time."
 
     
 
"Big time?" repeats Fats. Sometimes it takes him a while to comprehend the significance of my remarks.
     
"The Big Time," I say firmly. "We are ready to pull a big job. No more of this petty larceny--pop--corn machines, candy bars--that's peanuts! We're going on to something bigger."
 
     

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