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Sly Cooper: Daycare Hard Times, part 4

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Sly Cooper, TeiOuja, and WarnerRepublic presents:


Jeff Cooper in: Daycare Hard Times, part 4


    Based on Jeff Cooper, teiouja.deviantart.com/art/Pre… by TeiOuja, :iconteiouja:

    Jeff is hiding inside the vent ducts of the central levels of the daycare center, editing the sentences that Ms. Cree said in her bedroom to use them to lure BackBreak out of the Photo Booth Room. He fast-forwards and records the right words and sentences he needs to make them sound more proper and real. He’s playing the sentences,
    "BackBreak, we got a runaway fugitive who's trying to assassinate me.”
    He stopped there and played another one,
    "You stupid, stupid, pathetic idiot! Get to the sweatshop now!"
    He stopped and played another,
    "Go search the children down in the sweatshop!"
    These sentences are good enough to pass them off as Ms. Cree saying them to BackBreak, but Jeff knows that they need to be edited to sound more formal and realistic. It’s a fortunate thing for Jeff that his Young Mike recorder doll has a second tape to use.
    He press record on the second tape and plays the first sentence, “Backbreak, we got a runaway fugitive…”
    He stopped recording the second tape and the first tape and fasts-forward to the second sentence and starts recording,
    “Go search the children down in the sweatshop!”
    He stops recording and fasts-forward the final sentence,
    "You stupid, stupid, pathetic idiot! Get to the sweatshop now!"
    Jeff stops recording and plays the second tape to test it.
    "BackBreak, we got a runaway fugitive who's trying to assassinate me. Go search the children down in the sweatshop, BackBreak! You stupid, stupid, pathetic idiot! Get to the sweatshop now!"
    Jeff is pleased that the second tape sounds realistic and good enough to pass it off as Ms. Cree and use it as bait for BackBreak. For a young toddler boy, Jeff is quite the master strategist and expert at deceiving sinister crooks. Jeff said to himself,
    “Perfect.”
    He's got the recording he needs to trick BackBreak out of his Photo Booth Room but he needs to find a way to send it to BackBreak. Jeff taps his mouth and thinks on how he’s going to send his recording to BackBreak. After a few seconds, he found a way, saying to himself,
    “Phone.”
    Jeff packs up his Young Mike recorder into his bag and crawls through the vents to find a telephone he can use. He crawls deeper into the lower levels of Sunshine Cabin, far from Ms. Cree’s destroyed bedroom and the sections of the building where her devious staff is probably patrolling. His journey has gone on for twenty-five minutes and he’s becoming tired, hungry, and feeling very warm, making him sweat from his forehead. Jeff stops as his stomach groans from hunger. He feels it rumbling and he rubs it in a circle to try to make it feel better. He wants to eat so badly but he has no food. The only closing thing to eat around this dirty pit of despair and darkness is the horrid and foul cooking of Granny Supper. He’s also thirsty and coughing from the stuffy vent air. He wants a drink of water but he has none. Still, Jeff doesn’t want to stop. He’s not going to let his weaknesses prevent him from doing his plans. He removes his hat and wipe off the sweat on his forehead. He makes a serious look on his face and puts back his hat and turned it around. He is determined to continue his journey to stop the evil Sunshine Cabin staff. He crawls further down a long vent duct, sending him far away from the sweatshop levels and the poor-maintained nurseries upstairs. His stomach roars in hungry again, but Jeff still crawls without stopping for a quick break. The tiresome crawling is making Jeff sweat more from his forehead and his hair, dropping down his face. He doesn’t whip off the sweat. He lets them falling down his face and into his lips. He licks the sweat to quench his thirst. He’s becoming as strong as his mother and father. Like them, they never quit when times are harsh and insufferable. They pull through to the end and succeed when they reached it. Jeff’s journey through 80 yards of intense heat and hungry comes to a stop. He reached the end of the line and looks through the vent cover. He sees a wide, filthy, dim-lit corridor with large amounts of boxes and crates, stacked together in piles. He opens the cover and crawls out. He looks around and walks down the corridor to look for a phone.
    Jeff walks down the corridor for the past three minutes and found no phone. He sees a camera on the top, moving to the right, and he covers by the wall and walks under the camera to avoid it. He is out of the camera’s sight and found more and more boxes and crates as he walks further but no phone in sight. He checks the little stickers on the boxes and sees them saying they’re going to various parts of Europe and overseas. All going to London, Berlin, Shanghai, Tokyo, Seattle; places all over the world. There’s over thousands of these boxes and crates, loaded with the handmade clothing products the poor slave children of Sunshine Cabin have worked endless hours over.
    He hears someone coming from around the corner and hides inside one of the open crates, one that is filled with Christmas socks and stockings. He closes the top and peeps through a hole to see who is coming. Jeff spotted a pair of dirty black and white long shoes and looks up to see who it is. It’s Sappy the sad clown, carrying his automatic crossbow. Jeff knows it’s one of the clowns from the hypothesizing video Ms. Cree used on Susie Bellevue. He's stunned to see that he’s here and carrying a weapon like a guard. Sappy is patrolling the deeper levels of the daycare center to find their runaway fugitive. But he’s also looking after the many worker children here to see that they are behaving and doing their jobs. He shouts out,
    “Come on! Move it, children!”
    Twelve tired and miserable boys and girls, from ages 7-to-12, are walking towards the crates and boxes and stack them into carts and pulled them down the corridor. Sappy watches the children stack the cargo into the carts they pulled in and push them away, seeing them all coughing, showing tears, and pulling through the hunger they’re going through. More of them are coming to load more of the cargo into the carts and lead them away for shipping.
    “These crates and boxes of ties, purses, and seasonal socks are ready to be shipped out.” said Sappy. “No groaning out of this. Work is tiring and stressful. There’s no reward nor joy in this, but we have to do it. That’s life. You have no choice.”
    Jeff watches the event take place and feels the crate he’s inside wobbling a little. A young goat boy is carrying Jeff’s crate and putting it on a cart to ship it away. Jeff looks through the cracks to see his crate moving and he checks to see who’s doing it. He sees the goat boy pushing the cart with his crate. The goat boy has dark bags under his eyes and he coughs loudly and covers them. The coughing hurts his throat and he groans silently from his pain. He trips on a crack and made a hard landing. He let go of the cart, making it crash into other crates and boxes the children are loading and moving. Jeff is still safe inside his crate without it being damaged. Hundreds of clothing materials are spread all over the floor, making a great mess. Sappy shoots his automatic crossbow at the wall, seven times. It spooked the children and they gave him their full attention. He is furious about the mess, but still expresses his sad personality to the children.
    “Clean that up. And put them back into their crates and boxes."
    The children followed his command without any whining or groaning, and they do it at quick pace. Sappy walked over to the fallen goat boy who is trying to get up, but he is too weak. Sappy grabbed him by his shirt collar and hoists him up, looking at his face and holding him above the floor. He scolds him for his clumsiness.
    "Accidents happen all the time, and accidents have consequences. There's no fair warnings for you, nor anybody here."
    He slaps the poor goat boy nine times in the face with his crossbow as punishment. The goat boy doesn't shout out cries of pain, only little tears. The children try to ignore it to avoid any hits or slaps from Sappy and continues to clean up the mess. Jeff watches the sad, depressed, cat clown abuse the goat boy and he doesn't covers his eyes even once. He hates what is happening but he is now strong enough to witness a violent scene like this take place. Sappy stopped hitting the goat boy and said to him,
    "No tears, little boy. Crying will not help you in this. You're a klutz and a failure. To pay for your mistakes, you must be put on the crate-making force, while these boys and girls clean up and repackage everything."
    Sappy carries the goat boy by his hair and walks away to take him to someplace to be disciplined for his mistake. The children didn't even look at the goat boy being carried away by Sappy and continued loading the cargo into the carts. An exhausted duck girl grabs the cart with Jeff's crate in it and pushes it. Jeff watches as his journey continues down the corridor.

    The duck girl follows the other children who are pushing and pulling carts filled with crates and boxes of clothing products through a wide open entrance into a massive chamber where more children are seen packing products into crates and boxes and loading them into carts. This is the packing center for the finished materials that are ready to be shipped out. The place looks like a large abandoned mine, but acts like a warehouse. The walls are rocky, dirt-covered, cracking and leaking of sewage. The only sources of light are old lanterns, hanging from the ceiling where the kids have to climb up on ladders to the top to keep stuffing pieces of garbage to keep the flames going. At the other side of the chamber are large vans and trucks where the cargo is being loaded onto and ready to be shipped out to their destinations. They're being guarded by dozens of dirty, overweight trucker seals, chickens, moose, and crows who drive the shipping trucks and vans out the garage to their clients. This place is more foul-smelling, rotten and horrendous than the sweatshop. Jeff is astonished at seeing another place at Sunshine Cabin that is worse than the sweatshop and poorly-maintained nurseries. All the kids are really exhausted and hungry, and some are really sick from the cold air and sewage smell from the leaks on the walls. The duck girl stops the cart and pushes Jeff's crate right-by a stack of crates and boxes that are ready to be sent out to Amsterdam, Oslo and Stockholm. She leaves with the cart to carry more cargo back at the corridor to ship out. Jeff looks around through the cracks and sees no adults on sight at the moment, but there are vigilant cameras on the watch. He grabs some of the Christmas socks and stockings and puts them in his bag, just in case. He opens the cover and climbs out with his bag, looking around the room, seeing dozens of boys and girls work very tiresome and coughing very hard while carrying heavy crates and boxes onto carts and sending them to the trucks and vans. Jeff feels great pity for seeing these poor kids work themselves to death. This is a nightmare that Jeff cannot awake from. To end all this, he must continue his fight against Ms. Cree's malevolent forces. First, he needs to find a phone.
    Jeff spotted another room close by him. There's red double doors only 20 feet away. He believes a phone could be there. He sneaks across the shipping chamber, covering behind stacks of crates and boxes to avoid detection. The slave children didn't notice Jeff, they're so tired they only focus on their work. Jeff sees two cameras patrolling the place and takes careful thinking and moving to avoid them. They're out of his sight and he rushes towards the double doors.
    He entered a large room, where multiple boys and girls are working on tables, making the crates the staff needs to store their cargo. They’re using cheap, rusty tools and old lumber to make the crates. They don’t have any gloves to protect their hands from splinters, slivers or cuts. Their bare hands are tired and cramping and filled with cuts and dry skin. The kids are starving, thirsty, and sobbing silently. They want all the pain and suffering to stop. Jeff takes cover behind some crates and looks around for a phone he can use. He spotted a familiar face on the other side of the room. It is the goat boy. He is at one of the working tables, making the crates and being abused by Sappy. Jeff wants to take a closer look at them. He grabs one of the wooden crates and turns it over and uses it as cover. He looks through a hole and starts moving slowly and carefully across the room. He takes careful precaution by moving under tables to avoid detection. He crawls closer to the goat boy and Sappy to see what is happening. The goat boy is using a broken hammer and rusty nails to make a crate out of the broken lumber they use. Sappy is watching him struggle to make a crate with a hammer whose top keeps falling off its handle. He’s trying to hammer down three pieces of wood, but the top fell off and hits his palm.
    
“Ahhh! Ouch!” he shouted in pain.
    He holds his injured hand and rubs it for a few seconds, before Sappy grabs his hair and pulls some out of his head. He shouted in pain again and Sappy scolds him for it.
    “Crying and whining is bad for productivity. Nobody cares about your stupid hand. Everybody here is filled with cuts and splinters and they’re not crying in pain like you are.”
    The goat boy looks at Sappy’s face and is afraid to say anything. He doesn’t want anymore of his hair to be pulled out. He looks back at his hammer and puts the top back on the handle and continues hitting the nail. Sappy is pleased at seeing the goat boy work, but he doesn’t show it. Jeff becomes angry when seeing the cruel, sad, cat clown treat the poor boy so brutally. He wants the clown to have a taste of his own medicine. The goat boy continues working and Sappy gives one last threat to him before leaving.
    “This will teach you want happens when you don’t act careful when moving fragile cargo. You must take responsibility for your actions. If anymore crying or laziness comes out of you, your feet will suffer pain worse than your hand did. And the rest of these kids here will have them too.”
    He grabs another handful of his hair and pulls them out. The goat boy gasps and holds in his cries of pain. Some tears are coming out of his eyes because Sappy pulled some hair from a very tender part of his head. He takes in the pain and finishes the nail on the three pieces of wood and starts hammering another one. Sappy is pleased again at seeing the goat boy’s strength. He heads out for the double doors but he trips over the crate Jeff is hiding in. He didn’t fell to the ground but his left shin is hurt from it. Jeff is startled at Sappy hitting his crate. The sad clown looks at the crate and walks over to it. Jeff looks through one of the holes and sees him coming. He is afraid that his cover is about to be blown. He needs to make a quick attempt to avoid getting caught. Sappy grabs the crate and pulls it out of the floor. He looks at the floor and founds nothing. Jeff is holding onto the sides of the crate with his bag on his back. Hanging onto the sides like an x and is worried at Sappy looking from the bottom and seeing him. Sappy feels how heavy the crate is and shakes it a little. Jeff has a strong grip on the crate and hopes that Sappy doesn’t find him inside it. By a fortunate stroke of luck for Jeff, Sappy hears a truck’s horn honking outside and his attention is focused on it.
    “Ah. The truck for Budapest is here.” he said. “I must get the dirty rats to start loading the cargo for it.”
    He throws the crate at the corner of the room and crashes to the floor. Jeff holds on and only has a small bump on his arm. Sappy walks out through the double doors and starts shooting at the ceiling to get the children’s attention.
    “Teams 34 and 41, load the truck for Budapest with Christmas socks, sweaters, and Hanukah boots. There’s no time for sloppiness.”
    Jeff climbs out of the crate and rubs his small bump on his arm. He looks at the goat boy and shows some pity as he watches him work very hard and tired after being abused by Sappy the sad, cat clown. The goat boy works on his third nail to hammer in, but the cheap, rusty nail breaks in half after hitting it the fourth time. The top half of the nail fell to the floor and the goat boy walks over to pick it up. Suddenly, he notices Jeff.
    “Hey, you. Hey, you kid.” he said to Jeff.
    Jeff is shocked that he spotted him and speaking to him. The goat boy continues talking to him.
    “Yes, you. What are you doing here? Toddlers and babies are supposed to be in the nurseries. If those crazy clowns find you, Spanky will put you in a wheelchair with a doughnut cushion for you to sit on for the rest of your life.”
    Young Jeff didn't say anything to the goat boy. He normally doesn’t speak to other people that much or say complete sentences since he’s still little and also shy around strangers. But he wants to ask the goat boy to see how he’s doing after Sappy hurt him a couple times. He is trying to figure out what he wants to say to him. The shy cat boy softly attempts to speak to him.
    “You…you, okay?”
    The goat boy said to him with a questionable expression,
    “Huh? What did you say?”
    Jeff says the same sentence he said to him again.
    “You…okay?”
    “I’ am okay?”
    Jeff nods his head in yes and said to him,
    “The mean clown hurt you. You okay?”
    The goat boy understands what Jeff is saying. He saw Sappy abused him minutes ago and wants to ask is he feeling better now.
    “You saw him pull out some of my hair?”
    Jeff nods his head in yes again.
    “I’m...okay. It hurts, pretty badly. But, yes, I’m okay. What are you doing here?”
    Jeff tries to speak to him on why he’s here.
    “I…want to stop…scary lady. The bad, cat lady.”
    “Ms. Cree? You’re trying to stop her? Wait, you the one who caused that loud explosion from upstairs?”
    “Her bed…was on…fire.”
    “You blew up her bedroom? You’re the one they’re looking for. The runaway ghost kid."
    Jeff nodded yes again and said,
    "I wanta stop Ms. Cree's evil work."
    "But, how can you, a little kitten, do all this?"
    "I...wanta be like...my mama and papa. They are heroes. They fight bad people. I do like they do."
    "Your parents sound like really great people, little cat."
    "My name is Jeff. Jeff Cooper-Fox."
    "Fox? You don't look like no fox to me."
    "My mama and papa are actually a fox and a raccoon. They said I'm from another mommy and daddy."
    "You're adopted."
    "Yes. Where's your mama and papa?"
    The goat boy stood silent for several seconds after Jeff asked him that question. It's hard for him to say something like that to somebody he just met. It's really personal, but he decided to tell him anyway. He took a small breath of air and told him.
    "I wish I have one. But I don't, nor a family. Many of us here don't have a mother or father."
    "You have no home? Why not?"
    "Many of the children working here at Sunshine Cabin, day and night, are not all kids who come here to visit while their moms and dads work. They don't have any moms or dads. We used to be orphans."
    "Orphans?"
    "You know, children with no parents. Like you used to be, before you were adopted by your current mom and dad. Hundreds of us here used to live in orphanages throughout Europe, from Ireland to Spain to Western Russia. We had no mom or dad to take care of us. Only the good people who provided us food, water, clothes and a roof over our heads, while we wait for somebody to take us to a new home and be part of a real family. Until that wicked, lying, greedy feline and her demons took us away from that and brought us here."
    Jeff is surprised at what the goat boy said to him. He and many of the children here are orphans that were kidnapped by Ms. Cree and forced to be her slaves. It is horrifying that many of these poor little boys and girls lived here throughout their childhood and worked in brutal and disgusting conditions while making cheap clothing products in a dirty and foul-smelling sweatshop just to make that evil woman secretly rich. Jeff asked the goat boy how did he end up here.
    "Why are you here? how?"
    The goat boy looked back at Jeff and he didn't want to tell him.
    "I...it's hard for me to say."
    "Why?"
    "You won't like it. It will make you sad."
    "I want to know. Please."
    "It's a sad story. You'll regret it."
    "Please. Tell me. I wanta know."
    The two boys are silent for ten seconds as the goat boy is very distressed at thinking about it. He really doesn't want to tell him. It is very hard for him to tell somebody how he ended up at Sunshine Cabin. But the curious and eager Jeff wants to know.
    "I was kidnapped when I was four."
    Jeff looked at the goat boy without saying anything. He is listening to every word he said, even how sad it is. The goat boy continues to tell his story.
    "I was found at a church orphanage in Krakow, Poland, under the care of some really nice nuns. They treated me like I was their son. It wasn't that nice, but I had a pretty fine childhood there. I was given good food, decent clothes, and kids around me who were like my many brothers and sisters. On Christmas Eve, all of us sang singalongs with various musical instruments, eat sweets until our stomachs run out of room, and play out in the snow. It was Heaven on Earth for all us there at that time. But, it was all short lived."
    The goat boy stopped there as he took a deep breath, closes his eyes for a short while and hammered in a nail onto the pieces of lumber he's working on, to give him strength to say the rest of his story. It's giving him heartache, but he keeps telling it to Jeff.
    "In the next week after New Year's, I was about to go to school for the first time in my life. I was about to be given the opportunity to be with other kids and learn how to read a book, know numbers, and know enough to be ready to live a good life."
    The goat boy took a deep sigh of sadness, and pulled himself together to say the next part. He did it for 10 seconds and said more of the story.
    "Early Christmas morning, it was still dark out. It was hours before sunlight and I was still awake in my bed. I was too excited to go to sleep. I couldn't wait for us to have our breakfast filled with sweets and open our presents from Santa. I starred out the window and watched the snow cover the houses with soft whiteness all over their roofs. I was so happy to see the beautiful dark morning snow outside. I heard a large truck stopping right by the building and looked for it through the windows. I saw three masked men with dark goggles, coming out of it with crowbars, knives, ropes and bags. I wondered what they are doing and then two of them started climbing the rose vines to the windows and cut a large hole in one. I thought they were robbers, trying to steal our presents and everything we have. I was scared, and hid under my sheets and watch the two men enter through the cut window. They were sneaking around and looking at the sleeping kids. They pulled out some duct tape and rope and grabbed every boy and girl they find. They tied them up and put tape on their mouths and arms and toss them out the window for the third man below to catch them. Many of them woke up and screamed for helped but no one heard them because of the duct tape on their mouths. I witnessed in horror as many of my friends are being tied up and tossed out the window. It's like a very bad dream, where a bunch of goblins are capturing us so they can eat us. But I couldn't wake up from it. I quietly drop out of my bed and crawled through the other beds to wake up the other kids but they're sound asleep. I hurried to wake them up but the two men were coming closer. My only choice is to call the nuns for help. I rushed for the doors on the other of the room to wake up the nuns. The two men were capturing more children, and then they saw me opening the doors. One of them said to the other,
    "Stop him!"
    And they ran after me. I ran as fast as I can to escape them but they were too fast for me. They chased through the halls and I tried to block their path by knocking down furniture in their path. But they quickly dodged them. I was close to the nuns' bedrooms but the two men leaped out and caught me. I struggled to break free from their hands and screamed for help as loud as I can, but the two men silenced me with a rag of chloroform from their bag and put me to sleep. But I know what happened next after they knocked me out. They put all of us in the truck and drove out, away from the orphanage. I woke up and saw myself with duct tape on my mouth, tied up and inside a bag with eight other scared and crying kids. I popped out of the bag and felt the truck shaking as it drives through the icy and worn-out streets. I heard police sirens coming from outside. The nuns must have woken up and called the police. The cars chased after the truck and the masked men attempt to lose them. The truck started shaking a lot worse as they made twists and turns to shake off the pursuing police cars. I saw a small window that leads to the driver's side and I climbed through bags of tied up kids to see through it. I saw the three masked men struggle to drive through the snowy streets and lose the police. They argue to each other on how to lose them. One of them on the right pulled out a bag of tacks and broken glass and threw them out the window, leaving them to pop the police cars' tires. Most of them are stopped but a few more are still chasing the truck. I looked out the window and saw a bridge up-ahead. The man on the right had a bomb and he set it up. He was waiting for them to reached the bridge, but there was a roadblock made up by the police. They started shooting at the masked men but they rammed through the roadblock and the man with the bomb dropped it out the window, on the bridge. I heard it explode from behind us. The bridge was destroyed and I heard the three pursuing police cars accidentally drove into the river after the explosion. They were too late to stop because of all the smoke the bomb made blinded them. The masked men were free from the police and the rest of us were going someplace we don't know. They celebrated their success and then they took a hard turn and I fell and hit the side of the truck, knocking me out."
    The goat boy stopped talking and looked at the sad and focused Jeff, listening to everything he told him. The goat boy is deeply upset after reminiscing about the night he and his friends were captured, but he knows that Jeff wants to hear the end of the story.
    "I told you it will make you sad. But I know you want to hear the end of this." said the goat boy. "I later woke up at a dim-lit, stench-ridden, dirty room with hundreds of tied up kids who were crying and screaming. Many of them were not from our orphanage. I was really scared what is going on. I kept thinking to myself, "Why are we here?", "What is this place?", and "What can I do to make it all go away?" I closed my eyes and hold onto my legs, saying, "Please be a bad dream! Please be a bad dream!" But it was real, and we couldn't escape from it. I heard loud banging from the steel door and it opened. It was the three masked men who kidnapped us. Many of us were startled at the sight of them. We were scared at what they want with us and what are they going to do next. They were irritated with the sounds of hundreds of crying and screaming children and the first one of the group shouted to us,
    "Shut up! All of you!"
    The second masked man cracked open a bottle he was holding with his bare fist and he didn't bleed. It made all of us silent and focused our complete attention to the three men. The first one said out the door,
    "Alright, you can come out!"
    And a dark, menacing figure walked into the room and we were really scared on who it is. It was the one and only feline monster who brought us here; Ms. Cree. She stand in front of all us with a large, serious, disturbing grin, inspecting all of us. She was holding a cane in her right arm and pulls out a hidden sword from it. We watched in fear as she points it and slowly waves the sword at us. At breakneck speed, she jams it into the floor, creating large cracks surrounding it. Many of the other kids wanted to hide away or cry when seeing how scary that wicked harpy is, but we were too afraid to do anything. She spoke to the masked man,
    "You really got everything I wanted on my Christmas list this year. Excellent work, you three."
    "That last job in Krakow was really a hard one on us." said the first masked man. "Those blasted Polish police tried to capture us, but we were one step ahead of them."
    The three masked men who kidnapped us took off their masks, revealing to be those sadistic, demonic minions of Ms. Cree's; BackBreak, Mr. Whiner, and Mr. Flincher. For the past couple years, they were kidnapping orphans throughout many parts of Europe. There were news reports that 68 children were taken from their orphanage in Moscow, 54 orphan boys and girls missing from their winter camp in Scotland, and 72 Hungarian foster kids disappeared on the first day of Hanukkah. Over 400 were taken on that winter season, and we were the last ones they took. Ms. Cree started speaking to us in a fake gentle manner,
    "Welcome to your new home, children. This here is not Goody Gumdrop Land, nor Florida or Heaven. It is much better than that. You're in Sunshine Cabin Daycare Center. In here, hope and happiness lives and dreams come true, for me. You will not be needing guardians, caretakers, or parents to raise you as you live here. We will be taking care of you and watching you like God. But, living here is not free and you can never escape. Each and every one of you useless, moronic pieces of living garbage will be making fancy little arts and crafts for us. Except, instead of smiley faces or ladybugs on construction paper, you will be making materials that grownups like the Mommies and Daddies you don't have will buy for $75.99 for a birthday gift or Christmas present. You will be playing with scissors, needles, string and big machines to make these products and you will all be getting plenty of exercise, daily, by pushing big carts with large boxes. And most importantly, when there are games and playtime, there are rules. There is no crying, no whining, no screaming, no lying, no singing, no yelling, no acts of laziness or annoyance. No fun."
    One hamster boy raised his hand to ask Ms. Cree something.
    "I need to go to the bathroom."
    By surprise, Ms. Cree grabbed her cane sword and pulled it out of the floor and pointed it at the boy's face. He was really frightened and I heard the sound of urinating coming from him. He said to her in fear,
    "Never mind."
    She holds onto her sword and continues speaking to us.
    "The next time anything like that happens again, someone is going to have their fur and skin turned into a pelt and used as a coat. Do you understand?!"
    All of us didn't say anything to her. She sliced a hanging light bulb from the ceiling with her sword and it exploded with glass raining down on us. We covered our heads from the glass but it cut our hands and arms. Many of us wanted to cry over our cuts but she questioned us again.
    "Do you understand?!"
    We shook our heads to answer yes to her as we really understood everything she said to us. She spoke to BackBreak to send all of us to the sweatshop to work.
    "Mr. BackBreak, show our new kids to the 'playroom' and put them to good use."
    BackBreak silently shook his head down, answering yes, and prepared to take charge as Ms. Cree was about to leave the room. I was so curious and I wanted to ask her a question. I know she is really terrifying and whatever I do could cause her to do something bad to me, but I just went for it.
    "How long are we going to be here?!"
    Ms. Cree slowly looks at me menacingly and walks towards me, breathing through her nose so quietly and frightening. She answered my question,
    "You will be here as long as you keep on breathing."
    After that, BackBreak took us to the sweatshop, untied us, and put us to work. The start of our new life here at Sunshine Cabin. And it was a never-ending nightmare. For the next few years, Ms. Cree's goons had continued to capture more children from other orphanages throughout many different countries. They kidnapped 700 to over 1,000, every Winter, to increase the workforce for Sunshine Cabin's sweatshop. She was making millions and more as more of her products are being made and sold year-round. But the holidays for her are the best. We had to work triple the productions on all the new Christmas stockings, sweaters, socks, and ties she sells that everybody buys. Rarely any breaks for us, lunch or supper, or even a few minutes for us to sleep. It is non-stop hell for us. Every hour, every day, I saw many children get punished by that sick-twisted Lord Spanky. Myself had dealt with the pain multiple times, inflected by him. I gotten slapped, punched, kicked, bruised, electrocuted and mercilessly spanked since then. I tried my best to avoid causing any problems for Ms. Cree, but even a small rest for the eyes can get you 20 slaps to the face."     
    The goat boy finished his story and took a rest and finished the last nail on the first crate he made while telling the story. He threw it towards the wall and prepared himself to make another one. He took another look at Jeff and saw him with his head down, thinking he's taking a nap while the goat boy told him his whole story. But Jeff looked up at the goat boy and showed his sad face. It looked like he is going to cry after hearing the story. He is filled with great sorrow and compassion for the poor goat boy and all of his fellow slave workers for all they went through for the past several years. The truth about this God-forsaken pit of despair and cruelty gets more dark and evil as it's being told. Two-thirds of the thousands of children here at Sunshine Cabin Daycare Center are orphans, taken away from their parent-less homes to serve and be abused by Ms. Cree for years. She is not just a heartless and soulless slave master, but also a serial kidnapper. She is the daughter of the devil.
    The goat boy coughed violently into his shirt and it sounds worse than before. The dirty, stuffy air in the crate-making room is making him and some of the other kids really sick, but not Jeff. The goat boy's arms are starting to get weak, making it hard for him to continue working on the second crate. After listening to every cold, dark detail, Jeff wanted to say how he feels about the goat boy’s story.
    “Really sad.”
    The goat boy put down the hammer as he was about to work on his second crate. He looked at the sad cat kid and listen to what he’s saying.
    “I’m sorry. It’s really sad.”
    The goat boy looked down at the floor and took a deep sigh. He knows that Jeff is showing great compassion on him and everyone here who was kidnapped by Ms. Cree. Meeting somebody whose childhood is wasted away with years of suffering and hardship is the saddest thing a kid like Jeff could know. The goat boy is deeply touched with Jeff’s compassion. He showed his gratitude by grabbing his hat and rubbing his hair. Jeff enjoyed it and showed a small smile and giggle.
    “I envy you, Kitty Boy.” said the goat boy. “You’re a lucky one. You could have been one of Ms. Cree’s taken toddlers and end up a pre-teen wallet-maker like me, eating Granny Supper’s poison dart frog pot roast and sleeping in old newspapers, using piles of dirt as blankets. But you…you found what every one of us dreamed of having since our days in an orphanage, a good mother and father who loves you.”
    “You…still wish for a mama and papa?”
    “Me? I dream of having a family; my own home, good clothes, decent food, and a mother and a father who will love me and take good care of me. I used to pray for that dream to become real. After six years, I don't know if I was just kidding myself. I was never given the chance to learn how to read or write. My one chance to go to school was taken away when Mr. Whiner and Mr. Flincher took me into their van and put me here."
    The goat boy made another nasty cough and tried to cover it with his shirt.
    “If Santa were real, my only wish is to have that dream.”
    “You…love Christmas?” asked Jeff.
    The goat boy stood silent for five seconds when he heard Jeff asked him that question. He doesn’t want to answer it with a simple yes or no or act cynical about it. He told him as calm as he can.
    
“Christmas was my favorite day. Now, every year, we have to work triple the productions we do here. It is nothing but heartache and painful exhaustion for all of us. That one Christmas I had back in the orphanage when I was four was the best Christmas I ever had. The only good one. I never saw sunlight again after that. I want to see snow again. I want to go to school. I want to be free.”
    He took a small sigh and hammered in the first nail for his second crate. The hammer’s top fell off again and hit his left index finger. He grabbed it and made deep breaths to let out his pain. It looks swollen and a little bit of blood is coming out of his nail. Jeff felt sorry for him for hurting himself again from the broken hammer. He took off his hat and present it to him to cover up his wound. The goat boy gazed at Jeff’s act of kindness and is touched again by it. He took his hat and wrapped it around his bleeding finger and hold it. He is really grateful to him. This was the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him for years. He showed Jeff how thankful he is to him by showing a small grin on his face. This is truly a rare moment, for this is one of the only times he almost made a smile.
    
“I want to help.” said Jeff.
    
“Help?”
    
“I want to help you.”
    
“With what?”
    
“Your dream. Your wish. To make it real.”
    
“My dream?”
    
“Everyone’s dream?”
    
“How would you do that?”
    
“Stop evil cat lady.”
    
“Stop Ms. Cree? Fight her?”
    
Jeff nodded yes with a big smile. The goat boy doesn’t believe he can do that.
    
“Taking her down and all of her goons is difficult. Even for all of us. She barely feeds us or lets us even have 3 minutes to sleep. We’re too hungry, too tired, and sick to do that. Many of us tried to escape for years and failed. And at the end, we get punished by BackBreak and Lord Spanky. The last four kids who tried to escape ended up with 5 minutes of whipping in the lower back with chains and lemon juice to the eyes and in our open wounds.”
    
“I’m not scared of her.”
    
“Well, if you want to continue your battle against her, the smart thing to do is to take out BackBreak and his security system.”
    
“I know. I have something.”
    
Jeff pulled out his Young Mike recorder and played the recording he made of Ms. Cree.
    "BackBreak, we got a runaway fugitive who's trying to assassinate me. Go search the children down in the sweatshop, BackBreak! You stupid, stupid, pathetic idiot! Get to the sweatshop now!"
    The goat boy listened and understood Jeff’s plan.
    “You’re planning to lure out BackBreak out of the Photo Booth Room.”
    “Yes."
    
“Smart thinking there, Kitty. The cameras and BackBreak are the eyes and ears of this place. Anything you do, BackBreak sees it, Ms. Cree knows it. Lucky for us, the one security camera here is only looking at the other side of the room.”
    
“I need to stop BackBreak. I need a phone.”
    “I know where the closest phone is. I'll show it to you."
    "Really? But, what about the sad scary clown? He will hurt you again."
    "That's a risk, I know. But there is something about you that makes me want to do it. You do a lot of things that many kids your age don't. And you will do whatever it takes to pursue your goals. And look what you did. You destroyed Ms. Cree's bedroom and got a recording of her to use it on BackBreak. You are a unique kid, Kitty Boy. You are the one who will save us."
    Jeff smiled at what the goat boy said about him. He is deeply proud and inspired to complete his plans. Everything he went through since he was placed here in Sunshine Cabin are the hardest and most difficult times of his young life. He over came hardship, treacherous events, and the first time of being away from his parents. He didn't stay in that filthy, worn-out nursery and cry away his fears for the whole day, waiting for his parents to come rescue him. Instead, he broke free and gains the strength to fight back against the wrongdoings of this place. He is quickly becoming like his mother and father; brave, strong, determined, and caring. He will continue to take down Ms. Cree's diabolical underground sweatshop scheme and free himself and all of the poor children who spent years of insufferable slave labor and violent cruelty. He is their hero.
    "I will help you in this. I know every inch of this dirty pit and I will guide you." said the goat boy.
    "Thank you. But what about the clowns and Ms Cree?" asked Jeff.
    "Don't worry about them. They won't find us. We will be one step ahead of them. Let's go."
    The goat boy jumped out of his seat and stand up to show he's ready, alongside with Jeff. Jeff said one last sentence to him before they leave.
    "I'll make sure you'll see snow again."
    The goat boy looked at Jeff and tapped his right shoulder three times and said to him,
    "Focus on your plan, Kitty."
    Jeff grabs his bag and follows the goat boy to the double doors. Few of the kids saw the goat boy and Jeff heading out of the room. They are curious on why the goat boy is leaving and not doing his work like everybody. The kids who saw them are William the big grasshopper, Elizabeth the kangaroo, and Joanna the eagle. They want to know why the goat boy is leaving and who's the cat kid.
    "Hey! Where are you going?" asked Joanna.
    "What do you think you're doing?" asked William.
    "If Sappy or one of BackBreak's cameras saw you screwing around, you're going to be a dead goat for sure."
    "Look, guys. I just need to do something important." said the goat boy.
    "What?! What's important? You know what is important? Making these crates to avoid losing your behind to Lord Spanky." said Elizabeth.
    "Look, I just need to help this kid with something. Just don't tell anyone."
    "Who's that kid?" asked Joanna.
    "He's a boy I need to help with."
    "With what?" asked Elizabeth.
    "Something big, alright. He needs my help finding something and he doesn't want to get caught."
    "Big?"
    "Wait? He's the one the Ms. Cree is looking for?!" asked William.
    "The one who caused that large explosion awhile ago?" asked Joanna.
    Jeff didn't look at the kids who questioned about him because he's too shy to say anything. But the goat boy defended Jeff.
    "He's trying to help us. He needs my help to find a phone we could use." said the goat boy.
    "Help us with what? Getting us in trouble?" asked Joanna.
    "What is it about?" asked William.
    The goat boy took a short time to think as his friends kept asking him questions on what they're really doing. He took a deep breath and told them the truth.
    "He's trying to take down Ms. Cree and free us. He's going to take out the security cameras by tricking BackBreak out of his room. I just need to help him find a phone."
    "This is crazy! He's going to stop Ms. Cree and free us! That is stupid and risky." said William.
    "Escaping out of this place is one thing, but trying to overthrow Ms. Cree and her staff is suicide!" said Joanna.
    "What are you thinking?! Ms. Cree will kill you for this! Seriously!" said Elizabeth.
    "She won't know, because we won't get caught." said the goat boy. "Just be quiet and pretend you don't know anything about this. Don't let Sappy or anybody else know! Focus on your work and nothing else!"
    "You think that kid will help save us? He's just a baby boy."
    "Yeah. I don't know how he caused that explosion but he's trouble." said William. "Don't do this."
    "Listen to William." said Joanna. "Don't do anything stupid with this kid. It's Christmas Eve and Ms. Cree wants us to finished this season's products and we don't want to upset her in any other way."
    "This is trouble and we know it will end badly for you, and possibly for the rest of us." said Elizabeth. "Please, don't do this. Just send this kid back to the nurseries and get back to work. You can't stop Ms. Cree and you know it."
    "No I don't." said the goat boy. "We can stop Ms. Cree and we're not going to stop until we succeed. This boy here has done a lot of things kids his age nor any of us has ever done. He's unique and he needs my help to help stop Ms. Cree. I don't want to spend the rest of my life making cheap clothes and Christmas socks and New Year's jogging pants for worn-out clothes and carrot shavings for one meal a day. I want to be free, and so do you. I found hope because of this kid and I need to keep on going. If I throw away this opportunity, I'll never find another one. My one chance of freedom, gone. And I'll never forgive myself for it."
    The goat boy's friends looked down and think over about his words. He is determined to help Jeff and stop Ms. Cree and he will not let go of that chance of true hope. They're really touched by his words and they respect them. Jeff took a peep out the doors and sees Sappy and Third-Clown checking the other side of the shipping chamber. They have a chance to leave without getting caught by them. One of the cameras outside is about to look at Jeff's direction and he quickly hid behind the doors to avoid getting caught from it. The goat boy is ready to leave his friends and take Jeff to the nearest phone. As they were about to head out the doors, one of his friends said to him one last warning.
    "Sappy could know you're gone. You'll be getting cigar burns and whippings for leaving your duties." said William. "But I know you don't care."
    William slowly makes a smile at the goat boy to show he respects his decision to help Jeff. Both Elizabeth and Joanna did the same. They hope he and Jeff will be okay and succeed. The goat boy nodded at his friends and says his goodbyes to them before leaving.
    "Merry Christmas, you guys."
    
    The goat boy sneaks under the shipping tables and Jeff follows him to avoid being spotted by the clowns and the cameras. They crawl far from the crate-making room to the dumbwaiters wall where they send the finished clothing products to the shipping chamber. The goat boy reached the end of the table and showed Jeff where they're heading.
    "Those dumbwaiters are used to send the finished products to the shipping chamber. We can use them to get to the upper levels where the nearest phone is."
    "Who's a dumb waiter?" asked Jeff.
    "No, it's just a small elevator we used to send the cargo to be shipped. We need to find an available one we can use."
    The goat boy looks at the wall to find an open dumbwaiter they can use. Many of them are used by many of the working kids. There are ones that are used for sending purses, one for ties, one for wallets, one for New Year's jogging pants. He kept looking until he found an empty one on the right side of the wall.
    "There it is. Come on, Kitty Boy."
    The goat boy and Jeff sneaked through the tables and hurried to the empty dumbwaiter. They avoid being detected by the clowns and the moving security cameras but still kept an eye on them. They rushed to the empty dumbwaiter and the goat boy carried Jeff and his tools bag onto the platform. He saw one of the cameras moving to his and Jeff's direction. He hurries to press the button on the wall that sends the dumbwaiter to the upper levels. As the platform starts moving, he quickly jumps in before the camera spotted him and the platform leaves to the top. The two young boys are safe and they wait for them to reach the upper levels. Jeff wants to talk to the goat boy while they wait and show how thankful he is to him.
    "Thank you. Thank you for helping me in this." said Jeff.
    "Thank you for the hat to cover my finger. We used this dumbwaiter to send the cargo of seasonal Christmas garments for shipping. When we get to the top, I'll take you to the nearest phone. But, why don't you plan to use it to call for help, like the police?"
    "I...plan on doing that, but I lost the number. You?"
    "I don't know the number for them. Looks like we need to do this by ourselves, Kitty."
    "It's okay. I miss my mommy and daddy though. They said I'm going to have fun and I'll make some friends here today, but I didn't. I don't know one friend's name. I feel so alone here."
    Jeff stood quietly and a little sad while he and the goat boy wait until they reached their destination. The goat boy thinks about how he and Jeff are going to be in this together and that Jeff needs somebody to be there for him. He showed him how he's going to be there for Jeff the whole way.
    "Ringo."
    "What?"
    "Ringo. My name is Ringo."

    To be continued

Sly Cooper and Carmelita Fox are created and owned by Sucker Punch Productions, Sanzaru Games Inc., and Sony.
Jeff Cooper is created and owned by Teiouja, :iconteiouja:
Gabby, Sappy, Third-Clown, Venture Droid (Mandy Auburn), Ringo the goat boy, William the grasshopper boy, Elizabeth the kangaroo girl, and Joanna the eagle girl are created and owned by me. :iconoliverred:
A story based on my friend, Teiouja :iconteiouja: character, Jeff Cooper.

Little Jeffy is placed in daycare while his parents; Sly and Carmelita are at work on Christmas Eve. But has confrontations with the meanspirited, kid-hating day care owner, Ms. Cree and her dark secret. Jeff has to fight against the cruel, evil daycare owner and her staff and free the enslaved children from their wicked hands.

Sly Cooper and Carmelita Fox are created and owned by Sucker Punch Productions, Sanzaru Games Inc., and Sony.
Jeff Cooper is created and owned by Teiouja, :iconteiouja:
Gabby, Sappy, Third-Clown and Venture Droid (Mandy Auburn) are created and owned by me. :iconwarnerrepublic:

This is part four of the story.

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She sounds cute!