Suburban Tot Super Street Gang

Jump up! You can't look uncool in front of potential gang and/or rival gang members! CHASE AFTER THE TRUUUUCK

Oh no. That truck is gone.

>This is totally what was supposed to happen all along. Definitely.

Of course your plan worked!


M:“Look at this.”
:”You swiped the ice cream man’s wallet? Impressive.”
M:”Now let’s take a look inside!”

Tell them that OTHER GANG has a PROTECTION RACKET going with the ice cream man and that their goons threw you out. ARE YOU GUYS GONNA STAND FOR THAT

M:”And it looks like his wallet’s been scrubbed’a any incriminatin’ evidence.”


:”And how credible are your sources?”
M:”What?”
:”How do I know you’re not just full of bull?”
M:”I am not full of bull! I just know people.”
:”People?”


M:”That’s Lions only business.”
:”You aren’t as dumb as you look.”
M:”Listen, my gang has a no buttholes policy.”





:”If that’s the case, my sister would like to know how all of you poop then. Let’s cut the chase. We’re not joining any gangs. We stay neutral, and deal secrets to all sides.”
M:”So you’re snitches?”
:”My sister goes by ‘B. Lye’ and you should call me ‘Inform’, Miss if you would. And we prefer the term Information Brokers.”
M:“Snobby snitches.”


Miss I:”We don’t have to trust each other or like each other, but you’re going to come to realize that you pretty much need me if you want to get ahead of TRUANCY from the other one street over. One morning and they’ve already got a monopoly on the addictive, mood altering substances market. But look, I don't mind alliances of convenience. Rest assured, that is what this is, a completely platonic proposal. If it weren't it'd be completely unprofessional anyways so...”
B Lye:”She’s not here anymore.”
Miss I:”Oh…”

Elsewhere, the fearless and handsome leader of the Rapsca Lions confronts her newfound rival.


--:”Look Pipsqueak, all transactions go through Swiss Army Knife and Honey Badger first. Nobody gets to see the boss.”


M:”I’d make an exception if I were you.”
--:”And who do you think you are coming here and makin’ demands of me on my own very turf?”
M:”Well, if you’re lucky, someone you might have the privilege of calling Boss someday.”



SAK: Boss, you don’t have to do this.
--:”Get off, Swiss.”
--:”You. What do you want?”

> Organize an extreme bike stunts tournament

M:”Middle Street. After dinner. Winner takes loser’s turf.”
--:”Sounds good. Mind if we drum up a little interest at the playground?”
M:”Not at all. Good luck finding kids who don’t already support the Rapsca Lions.”
--:”Psh. Good luck finding kids who we haven’t already paid off with candy.”

You have LOOT!

MISSION SUCCESS.

Now check on your other gang members. YOU HAVE A REPUTATION TO CREATE

J:”Where have you been?”
M:”Hijacking trucks, flirting with traiter-tro-tor”
J:”Traitorous?”
M:”Femme fatales and instigating conflict with a rival gang.”


M:”Where did that come from?”
D:”Found it.”
M:”Oh yeah, extreme bike stunts tournament after dinner. Be there or get kicked out of the gang.”
A:”So if I don’t show up I don’t have to play this dumb game anymore?”
J:”You’re funny.”

Alright, so you’ve successfully ACQUIRED A MACOT and STARTED A MOTHERFLIPPIN’ GANG WAR.
The Rapsca Lions have leveled up.

LVL 1: A Dozen Eggs and a Half Pound of Bacon


J:”Seriously?”
M:”Not all of us got to eat lunch ok.”
J:*dramatic sigh*”I’ll fix it.”



LVL 1: The THUGINNATORS
M:”It’s acceptable.”



Time to go raise some heck.