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kingreywrites · 5 years ago

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You’re always there, mon frère

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 3004

Summary: "Flynn! Buddy, do you hear me?!" The voice was directly above him now and it was- Flynn was pretty sure that it was Lance, but with the rain, his friend sounded weird. A little choked up, perhaps. And how could he be above him? "Flynn!" Lance called desperately, "Flynn! Answer me buddy!"

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Note: Happy Teengene Appreciation Day!! Thank you @carlyrider for organising it, I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Flynn was cold. That was the first thing he noticed, but it wasn't enough to wake him up fully because, after all, he was used to sleeping in the cold. And the wet - it was wet too, he realised, but once again, not the worst conditions he had slept in. Well, most of the time, he and Lance would- not cuddle, he wouldn't say cuddle, but they would manly share body heat and Flynn would often snuggle- uh, get closer to Lance because he was a literal human furnace, and things would be okay.

Lance wasn't there, though. He was cold, and wet, and Lance… Where was Lance?

"...ynn! Bu…"

It was raining, Flynn understood, a little more conscious now. It was raining heavily, and there was thunder, and he was wet because… he didn't find a roof? It was weird. He always managed to find a roof in these circumstances - he hated the cold with a passion and once, Lance got so sick that he feared-

Yeah. He hated the cold. Where was Lance? Was he cold too?

There was some noise above his head, and he felt something that was definitely not rain fell on his face. Pebbles? He should really find a better place to sleep, but he was too tired and too cold to move now. His head hurt. And he was tasting dirt, somehow?

"Flynn!" someone called from faraway. "Flynn, where are you?!"

Flynn groaned, and got more dirt in his mouth for his trouble. With all of this rain, his hair must be a mess now, he would have to take care of it thoroughly. Would Lance accept to go steal more hair products? It was a vital necessity, for sure, Flynn just had to convince him of that - and considering Lance didn't exactly have hair, it would be difficult, but Flynn Rider wouldn't back down from a challenge. Except if that challenge was getting up because, for now, that wasn't happening. Maybe he could borrow something from Stalyan? Nah, not worth her anger, Flynn thought with a frown that he regretted immediately as a flash of white hot pain made him groan once again. Ouch. His head hurt. Where was- where was Lance?

"Flynn! Buddy, do you hear me?!" The voice was directly above him now and it was- Flynn was pretty sure that it was Lance, but with the rain, his friend sounded weird. A little choked up, perhaps. And how could he be above him? "Flynn!" Lance called desperately, "Flynn! Answer me buddy!"

Flynn grimaced and opened his mouth, but no sounds came out. Why was Lance screaming in the middle of the night? Why were they both outside? His head hurt more and more as he woke up progressively, and Flynn had half a mind to simply go back to sleep. It would be less cold, less wet, and definitely less painful.

Then again, Lance sounded really scared. Maybe Flynn would stay awake a little more - just to check that it wasn't another spider related incident.

"Flynn! Fly- oh come on, Eugene Fitzherbert!" Lance yelled, his voice echoing sharply inside Flynn's head.

"Hey," Flynn groaned, louder this time, "don't call me that." His exclamation wasn't that loud, but thankfully, Lance heard it anyway.

"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted a reaction," Lance apologised, still sounding far away.

Flynn shifted and regretted it immediately, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he cried out. He might have lost some time, because when he finally felt like he wouldn't be sick, Lance was back to calling his name frantically.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake," he coughed into the dirt, before taking a deep breath and - finally - turning entirely on his back. It hurt, to say the least. Gasping, the rain falling right into his mouth, Flynn finally realised that Lance wasn't above him because he was flying, but because he was down in a… ravine? Random crack on the Earth? Anyway, not good.

And, if he had turned the other way, he would have fallen to his doom. Further down to his doom, exactly.

"Flynn, buddy, please stop moving," Lance pleaded, his head popping up a few feet above him. "I'm coming to get you, okay? Just- stay put!"

"Not sure… where I would go," Flynn breathed in answer, but Lance was already gone. And, it was still raining. What a day.

Honestly, he didn't remember how exactly he managed to fall here - he assumed he fell, since his entire body was screaming at him, most of all his head. Gingerly, he tested his hands and feet, and thankfully, he didn't seem to have anything broken. Being a thief didn't really allow for broken bones, and Stalyan would have probably been angry with him for being incapacitated - even now, she would probably blame him for his injuries. To be fair, he didn't remember how he got them, but innocent until proven guilty - it was not his fault until he discovered it was. Sadly, Stalyan often assumed the reverse stance, blaming him for things he didn't even do until he apologised for it. He was already imagining the argument about this in his head, and how he could try to calm her down, when it struck him.

He wouldn't argue with Stalyan. He- he left her at the altar.

Suddenly, everything came back to him in a rush - his decision to leave her, supported by Lance; taking part of the Baron's treasure for themselves as a goodbye gift; being chased down by his men, fighting under the rain, being pushed… being pushed to his death by The Weasel.

He remembered falling, and thinking that this was it. He was going to die. And the worst thing? He didn't even regret leaving Stalyan behind. She- they- Lance had been right about her since the beginning. Then Flynn hit the ground and didn't think about it anymore. He had been lucky to fall on something midway, instead of all the way down the ravine, because that was probably the only thing saved his life.

Well, lucky wasn't exactly the word here, but he would take it.

"Flynn! Still awake down there?" Lance yelled before leaning over the edge again.

"Yeah," he answered half-heartedly, shivering from the unrelenting rain.

He wasn't sure Lance heard him, but he must have seen him move enough to be reassured, because he turned back for a moment. Flynn waited in silence, feeling oddly numb as he thought back over everything he did to get them in this situation, his head still pulsating painfully with his heart. Gently, he put a hand above his ear, but took it back with a hiss. Between the darkness and the rain, he wasn't exactly sure that it was blood on his fingers, and decided to act as if it wasn't. If he didn't see the problem, there was no problem, for sure.

Lance threw a rope down. He pulled it harshly three times, but whatever he had anchored it on held.

"Lance," Flynn called, trying to sit up and failing miserably, his arms too shaky under him.

"Flynn, don't move, I'm coming!"

"No, no, Lance, it's too wet," he yelled back, "you'll slip!"

Even from down there, Flynn could see the glare Lance threw his way. "If you think I'm leaving you here, you're wrong!"

"The rule is-"

"I don't care about the rule! Jail is one thing, I won't leave you to die here!"

It was rare for Lance to sound that angry. Flynn closed his mouth, biting back his answers, because he knew he wouldn't be able to convince his friend not to do it. Which didn't mean he wasn't scared off his wits when Lance started to make his way down as carefully as possible. Lance nearly lost his grip at one point, and Flynn nearly had an heart attack at the sweet age of sixteen, but, thankfully, Lance caught himself and only kicked down pebbles into Flynn's face. On purpose, he'd bet, because he thought Flynn was being an idiot.

Lance jumped the last few inches, immediately going to Flynn's side, hands hovering above him.

"Are you okay? Is anything broken? How many fingers do you see- wait, I'm not supposed to hide my hands behind my back, I-"

"Lance, Lance!" Flynn interrupted, bating his hands away feebly. "I'm fine, help me up."

Lance nodded, put one arm under Flynn's and yanked him upright which- bad idea.

Very bad idea.

When he came back to himself, Flynn was on all four, heaving, and Lance had one hand around his waist to keep him off his face, and the other doing soothing circles on his back. It would have been sweet, if not for the nearly constant hysterical babbles in Flynn's ears as Lance panicked. Flynn didn't know where Lance heard all this stuff about head injuries that he was reciting, but it did sound grim worded this way. He really didn't want to slip into a coma either.

"So," Flynn croaked, "what a break up, huh?"

If he hoped his joke would calm Lance down, he hadn't anticipated the tears in his best friend's eyes as he looked at him sadly. Flynn sighed and - carefully - sat up, Lance steadying him.

"I thought- I kept searching for you, but I thought-"

Lance swallowed, unable to finish his sentence, and Flynn thought he understood. Falling in a ravine didn't have the best chance of survival. He would say he was sorry, but he didn't think Lance would appreciate it, so he patted his arm feebly instead. His head was pounding right up to his eyeballs, which was weird sensation in itself. Lance rubbed his eyes to get rid of his tears, and Flynn didn't even tell him that it wasn't useful since it was still raining on them - he was nice like that. And tired. Very tired.

"C'mon, don't fall asleep on me," Lance said, jostling Flynn enough to make the pain flare up again. "Sorry, but we need to get out of here."

"I- I don't think I'm climbing up that rope, buddy," Flynn answered, shivering a lot more now that Lance had gotten up again.

He also felt woozy and since, despite all appearances, he wasn't a complete idiot, he knew his hands were shaking way too much to have some sort of grip. Especially under this rain. Take that, Stalyan - he did know how to think before he leaped. Which wouldn't help him out of this situation but at least he could finally have the last word on that argument. Why was he thinking about her again? His head hurt a lot.

"Yeah, we'll find a doctor, don't worry," Lance said, and Flynn realised he must have talked out loud. He wasn't sure any doctor would accept them as patient - they didn't have any money left - but it was a nice sentiment. "And you won't have to climb up, I'll take care of it."

Before Flynn could wonder what that meant, Lance was back before him and, in one swift movement, got him on his back. He would have sputtered a protest immediately, if not for his spinning head.

"A piggyback? That's your grand idea?" Flynn hissed through his teeth as he breathed against the nausea, arms tightening unconsciously around Lance.

"You've got a better one?"

"No! Doesn't mean this one isn't stupid!"

"Well we can't stay here! You need help and we need a warm shelter and-"

"If you slip we're dead!"

"Don't let go and I won't," Lance snarked back, squaring his shoulders and jumping to start climbing up. Flynn yelped, and tightened his legs around his waist, not about to deconcentrate him now that their fates was in his hands. Quite literally.

From his vantage point, Flynn could see how Lance was straining to get both of them out of here. He could see him palms get hurt against the rope, could feel the rain running down his hair, could hear Lance's grunts and realised that he was glad to have him in his life. Maybe Flynn was an idiot - but at least, he had a best friend.

"I'll miss Stalyan, though," he whispered vaguely, forehead on Lance's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, you promised you wouldn't let go Flynn," Lance said in a panic, feet slipping against the rock.

"Didn't promise anything."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too! You've got a concussion, my word is worth more than yours," Lance concluded harshly, "so don't sleep."

Flynn hummed, Lance grunted, and thunder roared above them - it was all very dramatic. Once Lance was less freaked out about it all, he'd probably appreciate the setting of his daring rescue, since nothing was cooler than appropriate scenery. It would be a story for the ages... if they didn't die.

Lance cursed under his breath as he heaved himself up for the last few inches, falling heavily on the ground with Flynn still on his back. He crawled to get them both further away from the edge, before sprawling entirely on the ground. Flynn though he should try to move, since he was essentially squashing Lance, but his head was pounding and he really didn't want to.

"We're alive," he drawled ironically, and Lance snorted in answer. They were alive, and soaked to the bone, his head was still hurting, and he was pretty sure that Lance's hands were too, from the friction. Ah, and the Baron's men were probably still on their tails - or Lance's, at least, if they thought he was dead already. Yeah team.

After a while, Lance helped him lie down on the ground as he sat back up, and Flynn looked at the sky, trying to stay very still. The clouds were still dark and menacing, but he felt like the rain was falling a little less heavily. Flynn raised his hand to his head again, still flinching when he made contact, but with this new light, the fact that he was bleeding was undeniable.

What was the protocol in use when he did see the problem? He didn't remember right now, but it wasn't good.

Lance leaned over him and Flynn realised that he was talking, but he hadn't listened. He felt dizzy, as if his head was slowly floating away from him and that- that was weird. Lance frowned, moved away, and Flynn nearly asked him to stay, before he caught himself. Huh. The head injury was really messing with him. That, and Lance was the best way to keep the rain out of his eyes. Yeah, that was totally it.

Flynn closed his eyes but Lance immediately shook him, trying to keep him awake. Sadly, it only heightened Flynn's dizziness and pain, and he thought he mumbled something that made Lance look scared, but he didn't remember what - he closed his eyes again and lost consciousness before he even understood what was happening.

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Flynn was warm and dry. That was a nice change from the last time he woke up, though he didn't realise it immediately, still too groggy. His head still hurt but the pain was dulled now, something faded in the back of his mind. Right here and then, as Flynn woke up slowly, he could have swore he hadn't been this comfortable in years…

If it wasn't for the elbow digging in his ribs.

Once he felt it, Flynn was unable to ignore it. He tried to shift away slowly and, when that didn't work, he pushed the arm away. At first, he thought he won that battle, but the arm came back with a vengeance, covering his stomach in a heap as a loud snore escaped its owner.

"Lance," Flynn growled, already missing his sleepiness, "move."

"Shut- Flynn?!" his best friend yelled, startled awake, while Flynn cringed away from the loud noise. "Flynn," Lance said more softly, "you're awake!"

"Yeah," he grumbled sarcastically, something that Lance obviously didn't get as he started talking fast about how worried he had been. Though, Flynn knew his friend - he totally got that he was being annoying, only, he liked to be.

Now that his eyes were open, he saw that they were both on a bed that Flynn didn't recognise at all. His hand climbed to his head but only felt the bandages that were on top of his wound.

"Told ya I would get you to a doctor," Lance winked, proud of himself.

"Yes but how are you planning to pay them?"

"I... uh, have my ways?" he answered nervously.

Flynn frowned, and saw that weird tick Lance always had when he was feeling guilty about something - his eyebrows took this strange position on his face and it outed him as a liar every time. His thought process was slowed due to his head injury, but it didn't take long for Flynn to understand what exactly Lance could be feeling guilty about.

"Oh I can't believe you," Flynn complained, "you stole from our stolen treasure?! We said we would do fifty fifty!"

"See, I wouldn't say stole, exactly-"

"Of course you wouldn't!"

"It helped you in the end! That has to count!" Lance insisted, and Flynn punched his shoulder in answer - not too strongly, but Lance was a big baby and whined about it anyway.

Then, he settled back on the bed, ready to go on with his nap.

"Isn't this my bed?" Flynn grumbled half-heartedly, getting comfortable again.

"Hmm."

"And you- ah, doesn't matter," he sighed, accepting his cuddly fate.

Only because Lance was a warm presence beside him and that he was still feeling cold. And maybe because he seemed to have scared Lance back there, so he wanted to make him feel better. And perhaps it made him feel a little better too, to have his best friend with him - because, despite their ups and downs, he knew that Lance would always have his back, even if it meant going to pick him up from a ravine.

Lance snored and hugged him closer - and Flynn smiled and went back to sleep warm, dry, and happy.

#I love teengene but calling him Flynn was hard ahah #hurt/comfort #and hugs because I'm me #tangled #Eugene Fitzherbert #Lance Strongbow #Teengene Appreciation Day #TeengeneAppreciationDay

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jasicorn2419 · 5 years ago

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//TEENEGENE APPRECIATION DAY// @carlyrider

-Appreciating teenager Eugene with his ponytail, acne, and the BLAZE (to a certain degree)

-Dark Kingdom!AU: Following Teengene through his life as being the Prince of the Dark Kingdom and waiting for his day to rule.

- I really liked the idea of him reading “The Tales of Flynnigan Ryder” to the children at the orphanage. That was just really lighthearted and fun

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #eugene fitzherbert #teengene appreciation day #teengene #dark kingdom #dark prince eugene #Dark Prince #the BLAZE #Flynn Rider

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trekkiehood · 5 years ago

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"If There's One Thing I Don't Believe In, It's Fortune Telling" - Teengene Appreiation Day

Summary:

Flynn and Stalyan go to a Fortune Teller at the Varderos Fair. Or The real reason Eugene is so adamant about not believing Fortune Telling

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Words: 903

Ship: Stalyan x Eugene (but not in a healthy way)

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-------- My contribution for Teengene Appreciation Day

I wish I owned the characters but nope.

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Sorry this is so late! I knew I wanted to write something but today has been crazy!

Anyway, I'm not going to lie, this is probably OOC. I tried but we only have one episode with Teengene and none with Teen Stalyan. I'll explain the reason for my portrayal at the end.

Also writing this entire fic was basically: "Euge-" *Backspace* "Flynn"

This is my idea as to why Eugene doesn't trust Fortune Tellers.

Enjoy!

“Come on! It will be fun!” Stalyan grabbed Flynn’s arm and pulled him towards the tent. The Varderos fair was a dangerous place to be for the known criminals but they were confident they could evade any law officers, including the infamous Quaid the Blade.

Eugene wasn’t sold on the idea entirely but so long as Stalyan was happy he was happy. Or at least not miserable. It was much easier just to let her do what she wanted and go along with it. “Do you really believe in this stuff?” He asked as they both stopped in front of the tent.

“She shrugged, depends on what they say.” She answered, dragging Flynn into the tent.

It was dark with only a few candles lighting the way. It made him feel uncomfortable.

“Hello children,” The voice appeared to be coming out of nowhere and Flynn found himself subconsciously gripping Stalyan’s hand.

“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat,” She mocked but didn’t pull her hand away.

Light began growing in front of them until they saw a heavy set man, mid to late thirties, sitting at a table. His pale skin reflected the eerie light coming from a ball set at the table in front of him.

“Ah, don’t be scared, come, sit. Have the All-Knowing Nolan tell you your future.”

Stalyan sat down pulling Flynn along with her.

“Tell us our fortunate, make it good.” She smiled and Flynn felt something spark in his heart. He wanted to say it was love but it was really more of fear. She only smiled like that when she wanted him to do something. Typically something he didn’t like.

“Of course m’lady, of course. But you must pay. But I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a deal. Only three silver pieces, I normally charge much more, but for you, I'm only asking three.”

Stalyan elbowed Flynn in the ribs. He reluctantly pulled three silver coins from his pocket. This had better be good. Those were his last three coins.

As soon as the money touched the man’s hand the candles began to flicker and the light at the centre of the room began to dim. He had to resist the urge to squeeze Stalyan’s hand again. In the dim light, he could see her look of amusement. Maybe she really believed in this stuff. If that were true he should probably at least pretend to enjoy it himself.

Nolan began mumbling to himself and making strange gestures with his hands. Then the lights went out completely only to return to normal brightness. Flynn was really starting to get freaked out. He didn’t like this at all.

Nolan looked between the two of them and smiled. “I have seen the future!” He began. Stalyan smirked and raised her eyebrows at Eugene. “And I see both of you, married, living a very happy life together.”

“Hear that, Flynn?" she gave him a not so light slap on the shoulder, "I told you he knew what he was talking about!”

He attempted a smile but felt a pit growing in his stomach. He should be excited, right? He'd be lucky to marry someone as beautiful and powerful as the Baron’s daughter.

“Yes, you will be together forever. No one will ever love you more than this woman,” he told Flynn, “and no one will ever bring you more happiness then this man.” He added turning to Stalyan.

Flynn’s heart sank even more. If Stalyan was the only love he was going to get…. He wasn’t sure if he liked that. He loved Stalyan of course, sort of. It was just… he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Even now he barely got away with doing things he wanted to. He had to ask her permission before he was allowed to do things with Lance or anything away from her. And they were only dating! What would happen if they were… married. Was this really the best chance at love he was going to get?

“Go, shew,” Nolan brought him out of his thoughts, “I have told you your future now go, live your life!”

Flynn was once again dragged by Stalyan as she exited the tent.

“See. We’re going to be together forever. I told you we were good for each other!”

“Yeah,” He said trying to smile, “Forever.”

“You know what that means!” She bumped him in the shoulder.

“Yeah," He agreed out of habit, "Wait, no. What are we talking about?”

“Marriage, silly.” She was making those eyes at him. The lovey eyes she had made that seemed to have so much more meaning when they had first met.

“Wha-” his voice squeaked and he coughed to cover it up, “What about marriage?”

She rolled her eyes, “Come on, don’t be such an idiot." She took both of his hands in hers. "Flynn Rider, will you marry me?”

“Uh, I,” He felt frozen. She looked at him expectantly. What would happen if he said no? The Baron would come after him. Stalyan would probably murder him on the spot. And that fortune teller had just told him that Stalyan was the closest to true love he was going to get. “Uh, yeah,” He tried to control his voice crack, “O-of course Stalyan, I’d love to marry you.”

“Great! Let’s go tell my dad!”

And Eugene was once again being pulled along.

~TH~

I debated with having Stalyan propose at the end but I feel like it worked. It also plays into the whole idea of "that's not how I remember it" and that Eugene was never a fan of the idea of marrying her.

Also, you'll notice Eugene is a lot less sarcastic then normal. That was intentional because I think that the deeper into their relationship they went, the less of himself Flynn/Eugene was. He just kind of got into a "don't disagree with her and just go along" mentality causing him to be less sarcastic. Like I said. It might be OOC but I tried!

Anyway, please let me know what you thought!

God bless, Jamie

@carlyrider

#teengene appreciation day #teengene #eugene fitzherbert #flynn ryder #tangled the series #tts #rta #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled #stalyan #Stalyan x Flynn Rider #fortune tellers #fortune telling #proposals #marriage proposal #Stalyan is low key abusve

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varians-mom · 5 years ago

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I didn’t have a ton of time for this one but I wanted to participate none the less: happy teengene appreciation day! Thanks for oraganizing a day to celebrate our little acne prone thief @carlyrider!

#teengene appreciation day #tts #rta #eugene fitzherbert #lance strongbow #eugene #teengene #lance #tance #like i wasnt gonna also draw lance #the boys gotta be together #also sorry i only have red and black markers and i wanted the boys to stand out a bit #was just gonna do lance’s shirt red but then i had drawn his entire head #oopsie

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sapphic--kiwi · 5 years ago

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coming in right under the wire but I had to draw @carlyrider and her fave for Teengene Appreciation Day!!

#teengene appreciation day #teengene #the adventures of flynn and carly #flynn rider #eugene fitzherbert #tangled #tangled the series #tts #rapunzels tangled adventure #rta #teenage eugene #i love carly and she deserves the entire world <333 #steph draws #x

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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 5 years ago

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Teengene Appreciation Day Fanfic

Thank you @carlyrider for hosting this amazing event! Super excited to share this fic that I only decided to do 2 days ago! I used some references from No Time Like the Past in this fic. I hope you like it! 😁❤

Eugene and Lance swiftly snuck into the prestigious clothing shop, that is of course without anyone seeing them. The store was about to close soon and the two boys had to put on their typical ‘Mannequin Shenanigans’ disguise as they waited. Boy they just couldn’t wait till they could finally get this job done and have all the money they needed to not only pay some of their debt to the Baron, but also have fortunes of their own. Eugene could take Stalyan out on fancier dates to impress both her and the Baron even more. As for Lance, well his dream is just having a caviar statue of himself that he can admire.

“Oh Caviar Lance,” Lance said as he daydreamed, forgetting that they were supposed to be in disguise. Eugene quickly shushed him, but as quietly as he possibly could. They looked around and luckily no one heard them.

Finally the shop was clear of customers and the shopkeeper closed up. Eugene and Lance stuck to their disguises and moved slowly towards the store counter just in case anyone passed by outside and saw them from the window. When they finally made it to their target, Eugene took out a thin, simple corkscrew from his pocket and adjusted it so he could pick the lock of the till.

“Haha!” laughed Eugene as he and Lance collected all the wealth they could, completely depleting the till into their sack.

"Yeah!" Snickered Lance in response.

As they were about to run out from the back entrance, something caught Eugene’s eye. He saw a mannequin right in front of him sporting a teal doublet with white sleeves. He then drifted into imagination as he envisioned himself wearing it and being the swash-buckling rogue explorer-thief; the legendary Flynn Rider.

"I'm not leaving without you, baby" he said smoothly as he walked slowly towards the mannequin. He began to unbutton the doublet, beginning to expose the muscular bare chest of the mannequin.

"Hey no fair!" Lance yelled. "I want new clothes!"

"How about you steal some!" Eugene replied as he finally took off the doublet. "No one's stopping us..."

"Cause we're both too good at it" They both finished that sentence with laughter and excitement. Just as Lance started looking for an outfit to steal, the two boys heard something from outside…they were spotted by Corona guards! Accompanied by none other than their stickler white foal!

"Stop! Thieves!" One of them yelled as they tried to unlock the front door.

"OK that's our cue! We gotta go, now!" Eugene screamed as he and Lance raced towards the back exit they snuck in from.

"Aw man! I didn't get my new outfit!" Lance whined.

"You can steal one on another job! Let's just get out before they catch us!"

"Over there!" One of the guards yelled as they were rushing towards the back of the store. Eugene and Lance were finally out but they were closely followed by the guards and the foal.

"Uh we're gonna need to lose them!" Eugene exclaimed.

"Look! An alley! Over there!" Lance pointed. The two boys ran towards the narrow alley but were still followed by guards. As they were running, they found barrels of apples on both sides.

"Flynn! Apple pie! Now!" Lance screamed. Eugene flipped over the barrels and let the apples slide out all over the ground. The guards and the foal all started slipping and eventually fell over. The two boys laughed and high fived each other as they finally lost the guards.

"Works every time!" Eugene exclaimed proudly.

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