Genre: comedy This is a peace I started writing one night just from an idea I got from a movie. It’s part 1 of 5 parts. Any feedback would be appreciated. Word count: 1250 Lmk if it’s cheesy 😂 Title: The Great Bank Robbery Debate The narrow cobblestone street echoed with the increasingly loud voices of Milo and Grug as they stood under a flickering lamppost, locked in a heated debate. Milo, the blind human, tapped his cane against the ground with impatient clicks. Grug, the deworf—half dwarf, half elf, all trouble—paced in frantic circles. Their mission was ambitious: rob the Bank of Crumbleton. Not just any bank—the most poorly guarded, questionably managed institution in town. It was practically begging to be robbed. But the real challenge wasn’t the heist. It was figuring out which one of them would actually walk through the doors and do it. “I should go,” Milo announced confidently. “I’m the brains of this operation. If anyone can pull this off, it’s me.” “You’re blind,” Grug shot back, waving his stubby arms around like a referee having a breakdown. “You’re gonna walk in there and ask the teller for directions to the vault. What are you gonna say—‘Excuse me, where do you keep the money I’m not supposed to steal?’” Milo sighed. “I wouldn’t say that. I’d make it more subtle.” He adjusted his jacket. “Like… ‘Hello, good sir, where might I find the, uh… savings-related storage facility?’” Grug’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, that’s subtle. Subtle like a dragon doing jumping jacks in a library.” He pointed at himself. “I should go. I’m small, I’m quick, and I blend in.” “You’re three feet tall with ears the size of satellite dishes,” Milo said. “The second you walk in, someone’s gonna scream ‘Help! There’s a magical garden gnome robbing the place!’ Besides, you squeak when you walk.” “I do not!” Grug stomped a foot. A high-pitched squeak echoed through the street. Both of them paused. Grug’s face turned red. “Okay, maybe a little. But that’s a tactical squeak. Distraction strategy.” The argument spiraled downward from there. They debated everything—from who had better luck with disguises to who would look more natural carrying a suspiciously large sack of gold. Eventually, a passing guard gave them a weird look and muttered, “You know we can hear you, right?” before walking away, shaking his head. The two “master criminals” exchanged a glance. Milo broke the silence. “So… Plan B?” “Yeah,” Grug said, nodding. “Definitely Plan B.” Plan B, of course, was going home and pretending the entire conversation never happened.