A Chance Meeting (for Hamsterviel; Open)

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Now if he was going to open up a successful mental health clinic after kicking a certain perky park therapist to the curb he was going to need one thing; well quite a few things actually, but mainly he was going to need some money and a lot of it! Sadly, his bank card and account was no good in this stupid, primitive dimension. Clearly, this backwards dimension never heard of a little thing called, a transdimensional card reader! So sad and not to mention super annoying! So now he found himself back to square one when it came to making cash fast; which was just fine by him. After all, he rather liked a challenge. Plus, it wasn't like he was going to make money the super slow, legal way like the way do-gooder saps do. No, he planned on making it all back thru a series of carefully planned out crimes all of his choosing. Plus, this could very well be his big chance as the infamous Phantom Blot to get the kind of attention he deserved from the pesky do-gooders of this primitive dimension. Yes, the first thing he decided he would do was to steal valuable works of art and hold them for ransom. If the good folks of this world truly wanted their beloved paintings back then they will have to pay him a hefty finder's fee. He wasn't unreasonable. He just wanted to be fairly compensated for being the one to have 'found' all the missing paintings; that's all. Besides, it wasn't his fault this big chunk of rock doesn't come equipped with a transdimensional card reader. He couldn't have been the only resident to have complained about this world not having one.


He had been planning this art heist for quite some time now to better prepare himself. For weeks he watched the place like a hawk and even toured there a couple of times disguised as a common tourist to get a better idea of the layout. The place he had been eyeing was none other then the Animation Courtyard located in Hollywood Studios. As part of his ingenious plan, he took notes and pictures of the specific paintings he wanted to swipe and once he retreated to the privacy of his lair he went to work. Using the pictures he took as a visual aid he then proceeded to make duplicates of the real deals using his own paints and canvases for the job. And he was good at it too! The duplicates looked nearly identical to the originals. But alas as good as the Blot was even he wasn't perfect. There was always some sort of small flaw here or there that annoyingly keen eyes will be able to detect. Once he was finished recreating the famous works of art and had gathered all of the tools he will need for the big heist as well as a getaway vehicle the Blot was at long last was ready to put his evil scheme to work. The one thing that never once crossed the talented criminal's mind was that he could just paint his own works of art and sell them for money likely because he was too crazy to think logically.


Using a black unmarked car, the Phantom Blot drove his way to the site. He then snuck his way over to the famous movie studio arch and as a fan of stealth and subtlety he knew how to pick all sorts of locks. After giving the look a good look over he reached into his bag of tools and pulled out his favorite lock pick. Using it carefully on the lock he began to pick it until he heard a soft clicking sound followed by the gate swinging right open. Grabbing his bag he made his way inside and stealthed his way towards the animation gallery. Standing guard just outside it stood a couple of guards. The masked villain knew just how to deal with them. He threw a toy that made a lot of noise towards the opposite direction; which successfully drew one of the armed guards from their post while the second remained rooted to the spot. Luckily, the thieving criminal had just the remedy for such stubborn blind loyalty.


Leaving his safety of his hiding spot he boldly approached the guard who yelled at him to stop in typical guard fashion while pointing his gun at him. Pathetic! As though such conventional weapons were enough to stop the likes of him. He put up a hand and gestured at his eyes. "Look into my eyes," he began putting the poor guard into a trance. "Very good. Now then after I count to ten and snap my fingers you will no longer be a brave security guard, but a useless chittering monkey instead. One...two...ten..." The hypnotist then snapped his fingers causing the poor guard to drop his gun and start running about the courtyard chittering like a monkey until he finally climbed up a tree and started eating a banana. Watching him the Blot just laughed in amusement. "Man, sometimes I even forget how good I am at that," he mused to himself as he walked right inside the animation gallery. Spotting a couple of annoying cameras at the entrance, the clever thief pulled out his paint gun and fired paint at both of them effectively disabling them. Spotting an alarm box near the entrance of the door he opened it and using a wire cutter he snipped the red wire disabling the burglar alarm.


Snickering to himself as he thought himself so clever he proceeded down the hall where he spotted the painting he wanted to steal most of all! It was a painting of his goody two-shoes enemy, the famous and beloved, Mickey Mouse hanging on the wall secured behind some thick looking glass. Oh how he loathed that meddling little mouse! To get through the glass he pulled out his glass cutter and he proceeded to make a careful incision around the painting. After all, he didn't want to damage the goods. After all, it was his money ticket and nobody was going to pay him anything for damaged goods. After going around the glass he picked it up, set it down to the side and very carefully he picked up the painting of his greatest foe and set it down. He then picked the replica up and hung it up where the original one was. All of the replicas also came complete with his signature blot spot on the lower right bottom of the paintings; which was really the only way to tell that it was a fake. He then put the glass back over it and fixed it to make it stay. He then placed the real one into the bag. What he didn't count on was yet another nosy, meddlesome guard ordering him to turn slowly around and freeze. Groaning the Blot did so and seeing the nervous looking guard the Blot then hypnotized him into thinking that he was a dog. The guard then got on all fours and began barking excitedly. The master art thief grinning pulled out a bone. "See this delicious bone? Go on then! Go get it boy!" he told the poor hypnotized guard throwing the bone. The hypnotized guard ran after it on all fours barking excitedly. He then brought it back to the Blot as he was on his way to steal yet another painting. "Uh good boy. Now uh go fetch it again!" This time the Blot tried to throw the bone even further away.


As the guard once again ran after it, the Blot proceeded to steal the second painting on his hit list. It was in another hallway hanging on a different wall. It was a painting of the annoying lucky rabbit, Oswald. Using his glass cutter he began to do the same thing he had done to the Mickey painting.


After getting his greedy little mitts on the Oswald painting and replacing it with a replica he headed for the third painting. Little did he know he was not the only art thief working that night...

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Hamsterviel wasn't really an art thief, but that didn't mean he was moral. In fact, he'd done much worse than steal a couple of paintings, and he'd been imprisoned for it.
Which was why, even though he was confused as to how he'd gotten here, Hamsterviel was also pleased that he was in some seemingly abandoned building in the dead of night, rather than still incarcerated and under Delilah's thumb.
Still...
What is this? Where am I? He declared to the emptiness around him. In one instant Hamsterviel had gone from worrying about the poor quality of the meals he was served in prison to wondering how he'd gotten here and where exactly here was. He wandered around, hoping to find some answers, or someone he could interrogate ask.
Instead, all he found were disabled surveillance cameras, an alarm with one of its wires cut, and a guard nesting in a tree and eating a banana as if he were some Terran ape. Despite his attempts to attempt to communicate with the inferior creature, Hamsterviel was only met with grunts and a yellow peel tossed onto his head, which irked him significantly. removing the peel from his fuzzy white head, and tossing it away with a glare at the guard. He pressed on, considering what all this meant. Someone was robbing this building. He scoffed at this. Hamsterviel was no mere thief, more than just a simple burglar. He was once the ruler of the galaxy!
Hamsterviel heard footsteps heading in his direction and his red eyes immediately turned in that direction, eager to see who it was who was approaching him.
He was disappointed.
It was just another guard this time, acting like a common earth canine. the guard tried to make him throw a bone, but Hamsterviel instead barked at him to get lost. The guard whimpered and disappeared into the darkness.
Now even more significantly irked, Hamsterviel continued to wander the empty building. Perhaps he'd find the burglar, or an exit.
He found the former first.
"Who are you?" was his first question.

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The third painting he had removed from its protective glass case was that of Mickey Mouse and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit shaking hands. He was in the middle of placing the replica that he painted himself into the protective glass case with his supervillain business card stuck carefully behind the replica when he was interrupted by the sound of super soft footsteps. He would have thought they belonged to the guard he had turned into a dog bugging him to throw the stick yet again had the steps not sound so lightweight. They sounded far too lightweight to have belonged to a guard. Understandably confused, he turned around and much to his surprise he was met by a fellow intruder of diminutive size. The intruder resembled that of a gerbil/rabbit hybrid and he wore what appeared to be a small red cape. Honestly, the Phantom Blot was not sure what to make of this. Perhaps this small creature belonged to a small child who was no doubt going crazy trying to find their beloved missing pet. After all, children just loved dressing up their pets in clothes usually against their will. Now he normally didn't steal small animals, but well as strange as this one looked maybe it could be worth a lot of money to the right person; that is should he catch it.


This in mind a sly smile crossed his masked face, but before he could say anything the small creature spoke perfect English demanding to know who he was. The criminal's smile faltered and his heart sank in disappointment. His masked white eyes blinked in confusion. So much for his latest plan of trying to make some dishonest money off of some poor, stupid little lost animal. But then again maybe he still is somebody's lost pet or maybe just maybe he could still fetch a pretty penny to the right people. After all, not too many cuddly animals are capable of human speech.


'Yes, maybe my plan can still work,' he thought greedily rubbing his gloved hands together. He just needed to tread carefully here as to not frighten the little critter off. And should he end up scaring the little guy away... 'Well now that's what traps were for,' he thought evilly. "Who am I?" the Blot repeated rhetorically. "Well, that my small, fuzzy friend would depend largely on who's asking. You're not with the cops, are you? You better not be cause I hate cops! They're so nosy and ruin everything!" he vaguely answered using a baseball bat as emphasis. "But if you really must know more allow me to try to...enlighten you on the subject. I am a menace to the art world, the archnemsis to all famous mice and lucky rabbits everywhere! I am a criminal mastermind, a real evil genius, feared by all those who dare stand against me! I am the Phantom Blot!" he rather egotistically declared laughing like a nut job.


Naturally, he refused to acknowledge that his little intro was every bit as needlessly long and egocentric as the friendly neighborhood do-gooder, Darkwing's. "Here's my card," he offered pulling another one of his business cards out and tossing it over at the gerbil like creature. "Soooooo um," he began clearing his throat, "what are you supposed to be anyway, shorty, some sort of large space rat with rabbit ears?" he asked teasingly with an amused laugh. He of course had no idea that said space rat was actually an evil genius wanted in several galaxies. While waiting for a response he finished placing the protective glass over the replica and carefully packed up the real painting inside his briefcase. The Blot was definitely confident and knew exactly what he was doing and it showed in everything he did. However, he as usual grossly overstated his evil. He often liked to think himself every bit as evil and rotten as his ally, Negaduck, but alas he wasn't. Not by a long shot.

[Jumba Jookiba]

Jumba was not a hero (by any real stretch of the word) and certainly not one who got involved in others' nefarious deeds, his own report holding quite too much of that himself and even after some galactic forgiveness and scrubbing of said record.

Last he recalled before his arrival in the Parks, he still needed a few points with the Galactic Council, so he was not up to any bad walking past the art building himself after closing; but he was avoiding Cast Members, and not really looking all that distinct from the art thief and his own former partner either.

The alien scientist was aiming to raid one of the nearby park dumpsters for parts he had seen, and which would prove useful for some inventions. It wasn't technically stealing, they had been cast aside, but they were out of the way and in a spot only Cast Members tossed things...so some people might take issue to his taking them, hence the secrecy.

So, as he passed by one of the buildings and noticed a guard come barreling towards him, he froze! "Ah! Was just borrowing!", Jumba held his hands up.

The hypnotized guard, outside now in his search for someone to play fetch with, simply stopped before Jumba and dropped something near his feet though.

Slowly, Jumba lowered his hands and peered at the guard acting like an Earth canine. "Hmm...is not how even odd Earth-beings are acting most of the time...". Jumba realized.

Theory testing, he tossed the stick the guard had dropped and said guard went bounding after it. Odder still.

Jumba glanced at the building they were both standing next to and at the door the guard had left opened. This warranted investigation. He slipped into the building and followed slight sounds down the hallway before he came upon the pair as well.

"Soooooo um, what are you supposed to be anyway, shorty, some sort of large space rat with rabbit ears?"

It would have been better, probably, for Jumba to just remain around the corner watching but the trying-to-be-better-evil-genius was hit with so many emotions at seeing his old betraying nemesis of an ex-partner out of jail (again!) and in the Parks!

Walking over he picked up Hamsterviel by the cape, which in no way was a grip the other couldn't wiggle out of probably, and glared. "I'll tell you who this is being! This is stinky space gerbil who was betraying Jumba and taking credit for his genius and is having no business being in the same Parks as him!", Jumba gave Hamsterviel a shake. "If you are thinking to be spying on Jumba here, you will be having other packages come to you in the mail!"

He also viewed the latter, and Hamsterviel's involuntarily also being in the Parks, as another intentional crime the hamster-like alien had done just to spite Jumba!

{I am perfectly alright with Jumba being thwarted if he's in the way of nefarious plans etc}

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"Why would you think that I would willingly work with officers of the law?" Hamsterviel replied, folding his arms and frowning in irritation at this unknown yet suspicious character. He then revealed that he was called the Phantom Blot, art thief and enemy of small, cuddly creatures. Since Hamsterviel didn't count as the latter, despite what some incompetent fools might say, he knew he wouldn't need to exterminate the art thief standing before him.

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He was a true evil genius. He'd once ruled the galaxy. The Blot was just a common criminal, far more interested in stealing useless paintings of ugly characters than actually achieving goals more befitting of an evil genius. The Blot tossed a business card in his direction, but Hamsterviel moved his head to the right, letting it fall to the floor behind him. He wasn't interested in doing business with some silly art thief.

Blot was beginning to get on his nerves. He balled his small white hands into fists and declared "I am not a space rat, I am Doctor Hamster...waaah! Hey! Hey!"

Someone had taken him from behind, picking him up by his cape! He would have yelled at them to release him instantly, but quickly recognized that voice.

"Jumba! What are you doing here! Why are you not on that tropical island with 626 and that annoying little girl?"

He moved around to glare at his former partner and current nemesis, and added "And let me go this instant!" He'd been so engrossed in arguing with Jumba that he'd completely forgotten the Blot's presence, and that he'd switched the paintings.