Brandy watched the tiny shopkeep went about Her nightly closing routine. Putting the closed sign in the door before locking it, emptying out the register. "When tha fool opens tha back it'll me mah chance."o The would be master criminal mumbled to herself. Like her idols Moriarty and Adler she had been observing her mark for a week. She admitted Lottie's Stop n' Shop was no art gallery or millionaire's mansion like her heroes but everyone had to start somewhere. "Today this, tommorah some fancy French museum." Brandy assured herself. The idiot stepped throgh the doorway "Here ah go, showtime!" Brandy exclaimed hoping out of her bushy hiding place and running down the alley, making sure no one saw her as she pulled down her maske.

In one move she pushed the door in as it cracked, graby the small woman's wrist and forcing it becind her back with a click odf a handcuff befor wresting the other arm back. "Yah can't do this we're closed Lottie said pathetically. "Ah figured, yah shrimp!" Brandy yelled. Her eyes scanned the room only to confirm her fears. The safe was already locked. "Whats the combination Lottie, ya'll dont want meh asking ya twice.'" Brandy threatened hoping she may save this heist yet. "Ooh Ah can't. Let meh go?" Lottie begged dejectedly. Meanwhile Brandy was weighing her options. She could drill the safe but that's time... "Y'all really wanna give meh that combo, Lottie." Brandy repeated pushing Lottie against the safe. Brandy peeled off her boots amd musky socks pressing her sweaty soles to lotties face. "Breathe in idjit." She commanded pressing upward forcing her sole into her nose. "mMmm." Lottie refused trying not to breathe in.

Brandy's attention was suddenly drawn to the back door by gentle mewing casing Brandy to panic thinking someone had decided to investigate. "Oh yeah, them strays y'all feed everynight!" The time she spent casing the olace coming to her, sadistic gears started turning in her head. "Sure ya don't wanna breath inan' take a nice nap? Ya aint gonna like if'n ya say nah." Brandy threatened. She wouldn't admit it but she was impressed how resiliant the little lady used to being the town punching bag was. "Fer such a little thing gots some big feets ya know..." The theif started As her own bare feet made contact with the ground and she stepped over to the can of food off the table. "Oh no not that! AH can't stand havin' mah feets tickled!" Lottie tried to bargain as she realized what the villian before her meant. "Please ah can't..." She began but Brandy responded by swiping the flip flops off the pudgy feet. 

"PSpspsps!" Brandy cooed attracting the cats' attention as she opened the can. "beef n' gravy... lets see if'n yah furballs reward ya fer yer trouble." She teased giving her left foor a light tickle with her fingers before applying the food to her feer. "Nah.. Princess Flufflebutt, yer ah good girl... Mr. Norrington... no..." Lottie desperately begged to her feline friends. Her words fell on deaf ears as the strays began happily lapping At Lottie's creamy soles causing her to go ballistic. No matter where she moved her feet the quick strays were on top of her. "Should'a just tole me, Lottie." Brandy lamented. "Should'a just tole me.." She retuned to her seat above the now hysterical Lottie. The littlr lady violently bucked around to no avail as Brandy's feet returned thier spot, pressed to her nose. Do yerself a favor an' breath, dangit not a woman in the holler that can take avin' their feet licked." Brandy proclaimed trying to reason with the stubborn short-stack.