“That’s it!”

“What’s it Sneaky?”

“You’ve been apart of the Ficlee community commenting and whatnot you want your piece of the pie… our piece of the pie, our shine.” Sneak paused and looked at Darch. “Don’t you?”

There was silence in the room so Sneak took that as uncertainty.

“Well of course you do Darch!”

“Umm…” Darch muttered still not quite sure what Sneak was getting at.

“I’ve been thinking Dar…”

Darch interrupted, “Oh no!”

“C’mon cuzz I’m serious this time.” Sneak said with the utmost of hope in his voice. " We need to get the popularity, success, and riches…" he stopped, " We need the populairty that we so vehemently deserve."

Darch now starting to feel the fire " Right!!"

“Tonite we begin our quest for our rightful spots.” Sneak said.

They took a moment to let all that greatness soak in. “We’ll move as soon as my mom is asleep.”

Sneak’s mom calls downstairs, “Excuse me Sneak?”

“Nothing miss!” Sneak squeaked, “Yeah we’ll be taking action soon Darch.”