Suburban Tot Super Street Gang

Mostly hand scribbled update because why not.

GET ALL OF THE JUICE

A:”If we want juice, my sister could just bring us some.”


The juice boxes have been emptied. Moving on.


M:“Alright Raspsca Lions, time to get down to serious gang business. Ladies and gentleman, here’s the plan.”

Go steal yourselves a mascot! Find a dumpster kitten or a baby raccoon or similar!

M:“First we take the bus to the city and bust a lion out of the zoo to be our mascot.”


D:”I’m not allowed to ride the bus.”
A:”Where would we even keep a lion?”
M:”Ok, a cat. Cats are practically baby lions anyways.”
A:”An’ where are we gonna find a cat?”
M:”In the trash. Cats sleep in the trash all the time.”


M:”So our street is severely lacking in trashcan cats.”

‘Something TOUGH’ adds “FIND A QT KITY MASCOT” to your list of “Goles”.

Go collect sticks and stones. You can't be a gang without an ARMS SMUGGLING RING

M:“We’ll get a mascot later. The next thing our real, legit gang needs is a bizz to bring in the moolah.”
A:”What?”
J:”We need money. Well, the three of you need money.”
A:”Yeah, Johanna has enough money for, like, the world.”
M:”We are a financially independent enterprise do you understand? Jo’ Money’s mile long paper trail is a reliability.”


M:”In fact, stop spending money this instant! You’ll have the feds hot on our butts!”
J:”Heh.”
M:”Listen up ladies, and a boy, we are now arms dealers.”
A:”Ok, but who buys arms?”
J:”Creepin’ doctors?”
A:”I meant normal people!”
M:”Plenty of people buy arms illegally. Rebel militia groups, other gangs that don’t threaten our turf, bored teenagers…”
D:”D’they eat them? Whose arms are we sellin’?”
M:”Wha…no! And our own of course.”
D:”B-but….but I like my arms!”
Something Not-so Tough begins to sob.


A:”Listen up crazy lady I am not cutting my arms off anybody an’ neither is Del. You can cut off your arms if you want an’ I bet Johanna doesn’t care ‘cause she can buy new arms whenever.”


M:”Wait. Guys, I don’t mean appendages. I mean like weapons and stuff!”


The littlest gangstas say OH.

You spend a good half an hour scouring lawns for sticks and stones. Your findings are disappointing, to say the least. Should you continue your search in A) a different part of the neighborhood or B) one of your backyards? Or you could C) add BUILD AN ARMS NOT APENDAGES BUT GUNS AND STUFF MPYER to your list of “Goles” and move onto something else in Melchiorissa’s mental “Ajenduh”.