#bergen_county

She finds her cover and can transform to her Super sayan... err Pigeon form.

The solution is gross, but she cannot deny the elegant simplicity of it.

Right on the old Solar panels, and then maybe the camera itself if she can angle it. Use the force, she reminds herself!

As she closes in, the eyes , not the camera, look at her... she can evade! Trench Run time!

(Dex Plus Athletics, and Wits Plus Err... Firearms? Academics? Heck, two rolls whatever 🙂 )

/roll 7 explode dex/ath

/roll 5 the other thing with wits

One of the eyes tries to latch onto her, seeking to send a sense of overwhelming intrusiviness... but for now she veers past. Then, Amity locks, loads and... relaxes as needed!

The story will be far more tasteful, one is sure, than the event... but suffice to say... the solar panel and optics are ruined on the machine!

While the mortal camera goes out, the eyes with dirty feathers start to fade but try to gain on Amity! She sees her brother's mouth open wide, and veers into the direction of it, before peeling out at the last moment! This leaves the nervousa to crash into the gaping pit that is her brother's maw! And he swallows and chews, destroying the enemy!

She wheels and rolls and drops the bomb! Yeeeeeouch!

SPLUT!

No more death star!

"Tastes like pervert," Her brother admits, "But nothing I can't handle." He motions to the ally "Now let's finish this Milk Run."

She perches on his shoulder with a coo.

"Hey, up to you if you wanna stay like this," He shrugs as they move on, "But I bet skittles are easier with hands."

Oh! She squawks and flaps off.

Amity bounces back soon enough, girl-shaped once more. "If we got a half gallon, I bet we could get some of that expanding foam stuff..."

"and candy."

He pauses, "Yeah?" He hands her the money "Tell you what, you maximize this so we don't get chewed out but still get the goodies."

She realizes there's an extra dollar in there somehow. Surely not her brother being generous, not and getting caught

A soft trill and she darts ahead to scope out the options.

Pigeon poop will only last for so long - but sticky foam insulation?

She does see some adhesives among other products sold here.

A pleased snippet of song, rumbling in her throat. A little candy, a little milk, a little sabotage...

Les tries to hide the proud look in his expression... with mixed results. "Hurry up already."

It does indeed work out to only half a gallon of 2%, but the greater good!!!

They head on out of the store, with nary a penny to spare but make it they do. "Come on," Her brother nudges . He carries the milk, "Can I trust you with the candy?"

"Yours has nougat. Bleach!"

"But I make no promises about skittles integrity."

"mmm" Then "But yeah, I get it." They move past the messed up Flock Camera. It might get clean later but now it is Nervousa free and ..gunked.

"So, if we map'm out..."

He listens "So you mean we make sure nothing to our back to spot us... cleaning up the place, so no one notices us 'cleaning up the place'... smart"

"Guerilla bombing first can create strategic blind spots."

"Why do we want to bomb gorillas?" He jokes.

"Because they like throwin' barrels at plumbers."

"Respect" He mutters low at the come back. As they get back to their house.

"We're hoooo-oooome."

"Great, love you, where's my furking milk?" Booms mrs Novak

Amity holds up the half-gallon.

Vanesa blinks "Where's the rest of it?"

Les burps.

"Not funny, Wes," Their Mom says and takes the half ration with a troubled look.

"There were important mission supplies."

She looks at the rest, "There's a story here?" / "Flock Camera, with nervousa," Les says "Seriously Mom, what's the big deal with the milk? We don't drink that much."

Vanessa's ire fades at mention of the Flock camera, but she still looks troubled, then grumbles "Doesn't matter now. Can't blame you kids for fighting off NErvousa to help others."

Her feathers start to flatten. "You didn't just want extra?"

"Uhm... " Vanessa sees the look, and sighs "Furk. Okay, it was supposed to be a surprise, but your dad... before we were married and we bred any of you spawnlings... he and I had this date... it involved a drink called White Russians, and we had fudge too. It's not like a standard anniversery, but I... I wanted to treat the pick pockety bastard for all the cooking he does and maybe to remind him of a happy memory. Grumps do that, we get all nostalgic. So yeah, it was a milk heavy mission and if I thought you just bought nothing but extra candy or jokes I'd be ...well, I'd be giving you little blockheads what for, but you did a good thing. One I didn't predict. Hard to get the X factor down in the equation... so not your fault. Neither of ya. I Just.. maybe a little bar of fudge and some smaller cups."