The Croissant

Inside Hetty headquarters, Hetty stood in front of a group of plumbers. Throughout the crowd, plumbers sipped bottles of beer and burped on each other.
“I have called this meeting to announce----“ Hetty was interrupted by a burp.
“As I was saying, I have call---------”
‘Hey Hetty? Rules sure are lenient around here nowadays!!! Let’s party guys”
“Excuse me!! I’m talking”
‘We’re still listening. We’ll listen to you and our Ipods at the same Time!!!” Hetty stared at the plumber who had just spoken.
“How dare you!! I am the boss around here!!” “Ha!” The plumber sneered. Hetty’s face turned a bright red. He swung out a gun.
“Listen here everybody!!! I pay you people to work for me not to Party!!!! Now I demand you shut up four stupid Ipods and listen to what I have to say!!!” one of the plumbers opened his mouth to speak. He was shot before he managed to make a sound. The room fell silent.
“If anybody else decides to speak out of place, I’ve got this gun loaded with plenty of bullets!!!!” Hetty looked around the room to see if anybody had anything to say. He began his speech again,
“As I was saying, today I was planning on opening the super Hetty Prison in Prism land, however taking into consideration you behavior, there seems to be other priorities right now. All of you, I want you work on bumping the Security of my base 30 times better. I’m tired of all these weird nutty Korean taco guys running around my property. This base used to be one of the most secure buildings in the world but now it seems to be some sort of carnival freak show where people just listen to their Ipods all day!!! Enough is enough, there shall be no more days off and you shall be working every minute of the day, every day of the week, every week of the month, every month of the year, every year of a decade, every decade of a century, and every century of a millennium!!!” The plumbers remained silent.
“Well? Go!!!” Hetty wiped the sweat of his forehead and exited the building. He needed some nice hot coffee to revive himself.
The man traveled the nearest McDonalds where he bought himself a McGriddle and some coffee. After sitting down at one of the tables and finishing off his meal , he left the restaurant and began to walk back towards his headquarters. Now, if I may refresh your memory, Hetty has gray hair, and a long white beard, so as he walked down the sidewalk the only thing people thought when they saw him was ‘wow, it’s an old man walking down the street. So what’
Knowing this information, you should have come to the conclusion that nobody suspected anything when Hetty Longfellow stood in front of a huge headquarter base engulfed in leaping flames that stood in the small town of Cambridge Maryland.

Jake and Cody both sat on the couch in front of the TV at Jake’s House. Jake ate a turkey Sandwich, and Cody was eating some Jell-O Pudding.
“Man, Cody. I can’t believe you won’t come with me to the Barney Concert tonight. It would’ve been great! The two of us, together at the concert, listening to Barney music, watching Barney dance around on stage. How come you don’t want to come?”
“I already told you, I just don’t like Barney that much.”
“What’s not to like? He’s purple, and he’s a dinosaur. The two most bestest things!! My girlfriend croissant here enjoys Barney, she thinks it’s the best thing on earth. Even I don’t like Barney that much. I think that’s why I fell in love with her.” Jake put down his sandwich on the couch. He got up from his seat and began to do a Barney demonstration.
“Hello boys. I hope you’re having good time, Cody. Jake, can I talk to you for a moment.” Jake’s mom said motioning Jake to come with her. Jake stopped dancing and followed her out of the room.
‘So, what’cha want to talk to me about??”
“Um...Jake, honey, we’re going to have skip the concert tonight. See, a meeting has come up and your father and I have to go to it. We’ll take you next time there’s concert.”
“What???? We’re not going? THAT”S NOT FAIR!! You said we would go, and I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks. YOU SAID!!!!”
“I know, but things happen. We’ll take you next time.”
“IT”S NOT FAIR!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!! I’m leaving!!”
“Jake, I’m sorry, but you have to learn to deal with things not just start having a tantrum.”
“I won’t learn to deal with things!! You’re the one who’s gonna have to learn. I’m gonna leave and when you find out you don’t have a 13 year-old son anymore, then you can deal with it. I’m gonna go live in France!!” Jake stormed out of the room and stomped back into the from in which Cody was still sitting and watching TV.
“Come on Cody!!! We’re going to France!!” Cody looked up from the TV screen.
“What’s going on? We get to go to France?”
“Yes, Cody. We’re going to France. Come.”
“France, Cool!! Is your mom coming with?”
“NO”
“Your dad?”
“NO”
“Your dead grandma?”
“NO.”
“Are you going to pay for this yourself?”
‘NO”
“Is that all you know how to say?”
“NO”
“Are you boy?”
“NO”
“Do you want me to give you $100?” Cody pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill form his back pocket.
“Gimme” Jake snatched the Money from Cody’s hand.
The Two boys took a bus to O’Hare airport. Yep, they couldn’t take a taxi ‘cause the taxi drivers wouldn’t take money form kids. Did you know that a taxi driver is a person who drives taxis, but a taxi-dermis is a person who stuffs dead animals? For Example, the story, the Landlady, the landlady is a taxi-dermis. Except she doesn’t stuff dead animals.

“Now What? We’re at the airport? What do we do now? I highly doubt they’ll let us on a plane without an adult.”
“Do not worry Cody. For the sake of my baby crossiant, I shall use my brain power to conjure p a plan that will get us out of the country. First, I shall steal some kid’s plane ticket and claim it as my own.” At his point Jake took out two plane tickets and some fake Visas from his pocket, “Step 1 has already been completed beforehand. Step 2, stand behind a random stranger and follow him through the metal detectors pretending he is our uncle. Do not worry my little crossanty, I shall get you to France if it the last thing I do” Jake planted a kiss on the small croissant.
The two boys walked through the airport to the entrance of flight 456. (Jake had made sure that his stolen tickets were tickets for a flight that was traveling to France.)
“Cody, see that man over there?” Jake pointed to an old man sitting on one of the benches near the entrance gate.
“Yeah”
“That’s the guy who we’re going in with. See, when he gets up and goes through the gates, we’ll follow behind him and tell the guard that he’s our uncle and we just got a little left behind.” Jake walked over to the man and took a glance at the man’s suitcase. The name tag on it read:

Dr. Hrezzy Shortenemy
Phone: 456-9789

44 Chicken Drive
Indianapolis IN, 45654
United States.

“Cody, For now on. Out names are Cody and Jake Shortenemy.”
“Why? Technically, if this man’s gonna be our pretend Uncle, We don’t need to have the same last name as him. See, let’s say that’s your moms brother. His last name would be your mom’s maiden name, not her married name. So if the man’s got you mom’s maiden name, and you’ve got her married name, those are different names. Unless your mom married one of her relatives.....let’s not go there.”
Jake and Cody went and sat down next to the old man. 10 minutes went past.
“FLIGHT 456 TAKING OFF IN FIVE MINUTES.”
“Man Cody, maybe that guy’s not gonna go on this flight. It’s getting late.”
“He’s gotta go on that flight. He seems so.. flight 456ish.” Cody was about to protest, however didn’t get a chance two, because the old man had just gotten up from his chair and was walking over towards the entrance gates. He walked through the metal detector, then after hearing now alarm, proceed onto the plane. The two boys waited 30 seconds, then headed towards the gates as well. The security guard stopped them.
“Wait a minute there you two. I’m drunk and I can’t let anybody know I’m drunk so I have to make sure to do my job correctly. I can’t let you get on the plane without an adult.”
“But we Do have an Adult. We’re with our Uncle.” Jake pointed to the old man who had just walked through the gate.
“Then why aren’t you with him?”
“Cause you won’t let us through. See, we got a little left behind when my brother Cody here dropped his soft Pretzel and started Crying, but I think we’ve caught up.”
“Oh, So that’s your Uncle?”
“Yeah”
“And He’s an Adult?”
“Yeah”
“Okay, run along fellas. Don’t ell anybody I’m Drunk.” The Guard Hiccuped once and let the Two boys run through the Metal Detector. Cody and Jake Both boarded the Plane right on Schedule. It Turned out that it was Beer day and the flight attendant was Drunk as well. I mean, come on, how could sane person who wasn’t drunk let those two on plane headed out of the country without an adult. They’re horrible Liars. Doesn’t Liars remind you of Pliers? While cleaning on of the rooms in my house, I found three pairs of Pliers hidden under the Sofa.

Connor Miller Sat in front of his computer, looking at naked people. The Phone Rang. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he reached beside him and lifted the phone receiver to his ear letting it rest upon his shoulder.
“Hello, Miller Residence”
“Connor”
“Yeah, that’s me, who is this?”
“It’s me. Hetty. I---coughcoughcough----I need your help. How’d you like to work for me again? I’d pay double the amount I used to pay you and I’ll swear never to go against college of college again.”
“Hetty? Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken with you. I thought you were dead, I thought I killed you. Well, it doesn’t matter now, what were you saying.”
“I need you to work for me. Please. This is a dire Emergency, I am begging you MR. Miller. I need someone to work for me, I need someone now. This is a life or death situation here Connor.”
“Really! Wow, that’s convenient isn’t it. For months I’ve wanted to kill you and have not yet succeeded, and now the only thing I have to do to finish you off is say one word.”
“Connor please. I’ll pay you four times your original salary, I need you to work for me. Connor....”
“NO” Connor said. At this point, he had his computer turned off and was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. The other end of the Receiver remained silent for a couple seconds. The man on the other end cleared his throat and said briskly,
“Very well Connor. You have made your decision. I am not going to try to persuade you to change your mind anymore. However, if you do happen to change your mind, You can find at 456 Beef Drive, 45698. Farthewell my former companion, this could possibly be the last time you here from me. Connor.......I’m being Hunted.”
Connor placed the phone down unto the table gently. He sat there silent... except not that silent cause you know, there were crows outside his house making lots of noise. Also, there was this one short Man with dark hair and...like...a blue shirt and a tie and a black jacket and a very pumpkin looking nose spying on him through his window. Yeah, the man was making a ton of Racket cause he kept getting stung by wasps. It’s hard to resist screaming when something like that is going on.
“Shut up You!!! I’m trying to have a moment of Silence here!!!” Connor hollered out the Window. The Man continued to make noise.
“Man, Why doesn’t anybody do what I tell them anymore. Jeez!!” Connor opened his back door and walked over to the man.
“Hey You!! I told you to shut up. I’m in side there trying to be sad and your out here getting stung by bees!! It’s hard to be sad when people are getting hurt. That makes me Happy!!” The man climbed out of the brushed and brushed the plants and dirt off his jacket. He straightened his tie and turned to Connor..
“I’m sorry for any inconveniences. You are Connor Miller a Presume?”
“Yeah, what do you care.”
“Ah, Hello Connor. I have come here to ask you a few questions. My name if Jeff King and I am Currently the Director of Bands at he Duncanville Ninth Grade School in Dallas, Texas and am a assistant Band Director at Duncanville High School. I along with other Musical fans have formed a union called the Bonded Musicians. Our goal is to make the world a better place, step one on our mission is to destroy Hetty. Me and my pals have been tracking Hetty for a number of years now trying to somehow destroy him. In the past week we have taken Action. First, We succeeded in Burning his base to the ground along with all his contact papers and Computer Technology. We killed a good amount of his Allies as well. We presumed that We could just kill Hetty on the Streets of Maryland for he would be defenseless. However, somehow we lost rack of him. He just disappeared. We have searched for him, and Have spotted him in South Western Ohio, then we lost him again. By monitoring his cell phones phone calls, we have tracked the last one to have been sent here. Have you received any phone calls from a man named Hetty Connor? Tell us the Truth.” Connor remained silent for a moment then said,
“Yes in fact, I have. He told me I could reach him at 456 Beef Drive, 45698.”
“How Wonderful Connor! I didn’t expect you to be so open with me...Especially when he disagree with me plans of what to do after Hetty is Killed.”
“I DON’T believe you told me your plans...Uh...Mr. King.”
“I haven’t? Oh silly me. Well, I plan to launch a Nuclear War on every country in the World. Then, once they all surrender to me....I shall change the world into a Communist Government in which everybody is equal. It will be glorious Connor, Glorious. I have wanted to do this for years but on every attempt Hetty has prevented me form succeeding. Hetty Strongly Support Capitalism because he deals with business so much and enjoys getting what he wants all the time. He is good speaker, Hetty. Anyway, a couple months ago I figured that he only way I could Succeed was to kill Hetty. Yes......and now you have given me the information I need to do it.” Connor’s eyes widened.
“No. You will not Succeed.” He said threateningly. He extracted a small knife from his pocket. Mr. King looked strongly at Connor, ten pointed a gun at him.
“Connor, stay where you are and put away the knife. I will succeed regardless of what you do, Don’t think I won’t kill you. I’ve killed many people before and I won’t hesitate to kill another. Just stay where you are...” The man slowly backed down the Driveway of Connors House and entered a red convertible that sat parked by the curb. He started the Engine and drove away. Connor remained still in the middle of his Backyard.

Cody and Jake both sat aboard an American Airlines plane headed for France. Cody sat in his seat eating Little cups of Jell-O.
“If I eat Jell-O, My brain will get bigger because I will be adding to it.” Was his exact quote. Jake Sat in his seat petting his girlfriend.
“Do not worry my little one, You will see your homeland before you die. I will make sure that you see the Eiffel Tower before the Mold Attacks.” The Old man the two had followed aboard sat two seats in front of them drinking a cup of coffee and eating a blueberry bagel.
After an Hour’s Time, the plane Landed in Paris, France. The Boys planed to exit the plane behind there so called ‘uncle’ but unfortunately could not find him. He no longer sat in the seat in front of them. They exited the plane anyway, it wouldn’t be as much of a problem exiting the plane as it was entering.
When both Jake and Cody had gotten off the plane. They both began to head down the sidewalk of Paris. The Street looked unusually empty for the time of day, but considering the two were foreigners, they took nothing of it. As Cody and Jake walked innocently across the pavement, they were grabbed by behind. A bony hand was clasped over their mouths to prevent any sound from escaping. The two struggled to get free but the man’s arms were incredibly strong and they made very little progress, if any, to get free.
The man dragged them into a parked car and tied them to the back seat. Once their overall shock had passed, Jake and Cody had a chance to look at their Kidnapper. They sat there in astonishment. The man was the same man who they had followed onto the plane. Now that they could see his face clearly, they recognized that he was not only the man they had followed onto the plane, but Hetty.
“Don’t look so astonished boys. You should’ve known I would’ve come after you. Oh yeah, I forgot, You got Amnesia.” Said the man cheerfully. Cody opened his mouth to speak,
“Yeah, We tend to get that a lot. Our mom’s are always telling us, “How Many Times have I told you....” and I always say none. I mean, I don’t remember her telling us any of those things. We must Amnesia Prone.”
“Yeah Cody, you are probably Amnesia Prone.” Hetty Glanced worriedly at his watch. “Man, it’s getting later and later. I’m not gonna make in time.”
“Make What”
“I’m not gonna make I to the secret warehouse it time. I need to be there before They do. If they get there first, I’m toast. Toast.” Hetty began to speed up the car a little. He zoomed through the street of France as if he was trying to out run a Tornado. In reality, He was trying to outrun something much more Dangerous.
“I need to get you two enslaved to the Plutopians and claim my Pay. I need to get some Plutopian War ships and a fleet of Plutopian Soldiers. IF I don’t, The World will be taken over by an evil force. A force stronger than I am at this moment. If I do not get some more weapons, They will destroy me and the World. Except you, you won’t be destroyed because your be working as a slave in Brazil in the safety of the Plutopians Lasers.”

“Move it men!! Do you want Cuba to become the leading country government of the World!! If you do, You need to get it moving!!!.......I Don’t care if the plane could tear itself apart if we go any faster. Go Faster!!!!!!!” Jeff King Barked Out Orders. He sat on a Private Plane he had Stolen From Delta Airlines. Going Nearly 200 miles per Hour the Evil Man headed Towards 456 Beef Drive, 45698. He arrived there in a little over a half an hour.
“We’re gonna land at that private air port over------“
“We’re not landing idiot. We have no Time. We’ve got to cut Hetty off and ambush him. It doesn’t make sense to set up after he’s already there.” Jeff King flung open the emergency exit door and jumped out. As he descended towards the Ground, his parachute released.

Connor Miller ran down the Streets of Paris. He carried a small piece of paper with the address 456 Beef Drive, 45698 on it. In the boy’s pocket was a large handgun he had just stolen from the local Gun shop. Yeah, knives were no mach for Jeff King, however a gun might possibly be an equal match. Maybe not equal, but at least more equal than a knife. There was only one thing Connor hated more than Hetty........Well actually there was only two things he hated more than Hetty......Actually four things.......Jeff King, Communists, George W. Bush, and Mexicans. Yup, Connor sure hates a lot of things.

Hetty Slammed the Breaks of his car fright in front of an old warehouse. He flung the door of the car open and ran out. Grabbing Cody and Jake, he began to head into the building. When the old man found the door of the warehouse to be locked, he just kicked it down without hesitation. The Man rushed into the Building still holding the two boys.
“Plutopians! It is I, Hetty, with Jerry Perry the one you have waited for. I have here for you Cody Walsh, a free bonus. All I ask in return for capturing these two for you, is a few war ships and...maybe 10,000 Plutopian Soldiers. I assure you, the only reason I am asking such a large amount of reward is that I am being threatened by another Human. I know you do not believe in a species killing it’s own Kind and so I do not intend to kill the man. All I plan to do is prevent him form killing me. Plutopians....Show yourselves!!” Out of the darkness of the Warehouse stepped the Head Plutopian. The hot sun of Brazil had turned his skin a darker shade of Blue, he looked more like a ripened plum than a Plutopian.
“Hello Hetty. I am Happy you have finally succeeded your task. Your request will be taken.” The Plutopian slowly took out a piece of parchment from his bag. He sat down at one of the old wooden tables and began to write out Hetty’s Reward Request in a fancy cursive with an ink quill.
“Sir, I do not mean to be rude, but we need to get moving. He’ll be coming, coming for me. I need those men and guns. The Communists will take over.”
“What are Communists may I ask?” “Defero”
“ah, yes, Defero. Do not Worry Hetty, I am here and will protect you from evil.”
“You do not understand, they have fire with Th-------" Hetty did not have the chance to finish his sentence for the back wall of the Warehouse had just been blown up by a grenade. Jeff King stood in front of a group of angry Cubans. All of them held large torches lit with hot fiery flames. Oneof the Men launched himself at the Plutonian thrusting the torch into the creatures bare skin.
“!@#$# Quam Praesumo Vos!! Vos Vadum Persolvo huic Scoundrals!!! Bardus Genus hominum vadum Desiderium is dies pro Centuries!!! Pluto vadum Sceptrum Iterum Nonnullus Dies!!” Although you may not understand the language of this Plutopian, I assure you it was too pleasant. The Man who had just jabbed the torch towards the creature now lay on the floor dead. In the Moments that followed, it is hard to infer what is going on. Cuban farmers ran around the warehouse carrying pitchforks, Jeff King fired his gun at the plutopians. People carried torches, people dropped dead, Hetty Fired his gun at everybody. Yeah, then the warehouse owner walked in and was shot. Very hectic place that Warehouse.
It is during these moments of bedlam that Connor Miller arrived at the shack. He peeked in through an old broken Window and caught a glimpse of the chaos. Quickly searching the Room for Jeff King, he finally landed his eyes on a man with a tie and black suit that looked exactly like the one of Jeff Kings. Connor extracted his gun from his pocket and pointed in through the window. Taking careful aim, he shot he man through the heart.
Yes, now I’ll bet you anything that you have already come to the realization that the man Connor shot was not Jeff King. It is quite obvious that it was not Jeff because as you may already no, Connor has requested to me numerous times that he must kill Hetty in this story. Yes, you may also know that if Connor is trying to warn Hetty, he is not going to purposely shoot and kill him either. Anyway, after Connor had successfully killed the man, he entered the warehouse thinking he was safe from evil. He was lucky enough to trip over a fallen crate and sprain his ankle. If it was not for this un-tragic event, Connor would have been shot on sight by Jeff King.
“Ha!! We’ve done it partners!!! Hetty is dead, he is shot! Our main problem is gone. At 12:00 tomorrow, Hetty’s underground trains and computer systems will shut down after the Security code is not entered. After this, I, You, Cuba, will launch our Nuclear Missiles. At this Time tomorrow, the world shall be........A Communist World!!!! I, Jeff King, will have created World Peace!!”
As Jeff King cried out in Delight, Connor Slowly reached out from behind the crates and grabbed hold of Hetty’s Wallet,. He pocketed it, then limped out of the warehouse and back out onto the streets of Paris.

Let Us take a look at The Events that will happen if a few days.



Preamble

We the Evil Men of the Bonded Musicians, In order to Form a More Perfect World, Ensure Equality, Establish the Production of Musical Instruments, Provide for the Killing of people, Promote the enslavement of workers, and Secure the full authority and power of the Government, Do Ordain and Establish this Constitution of the Bonded Musicians of the World.


Miguel sat inside his house building a mini nuclear fusion generator. He called this new invention, the Energy of the Future. As he sat at the kitchen table fiddling with his highly explosive radioactive device, the doorbell rang. He nearly dropped it. )you can imagine what that would cause) Miguel got up form his seat and opened the front door. Two men stood in the doorway in black suits.
“Hello, I assume this is the Aguado residence. We have come here to search your house for no particular reason and take anything we find the need to take.” The men pushed Miguel aside and entered the house.
“Hold on there people. This is Private Property. Get out of here or I’m calling the Police.”
“We are the Police Kid. Now shut up or we’ll shoot you.” At t his point, the two men kicked the locked basement door of Miguel’s house to the ground. Miguel Panicked,
“Wait! Errr...You can’t go down there. I mean, there’s nothing down there. Just a bunch of dirty ‘o rats. Yeah, Rats.” One of the guys looked at Miguel. He didn’t show any hint of expression on his face. None what so ever.
“Rats? Listen here kid, there are people Over in Africa that have almost nothing. They have only one set of cloths, barely enough food to eat, and they live in a small little hut that leaks when it rains. It is not is not equal for you to live in this house and have a giant spaceship parked in your basement while other people barely have nothing.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry. Here, if it’s a donation for the poor you want, I’ll give you some. A thousand dollars.” Miguel pulled out a wad of bills from his pocket. One the of the men reached out to take it.
“Thank you much but this alone would not be enough to provide anybody with a new house. I regret to inform you but in order of the Newly Formed Constitution, this property and everything on it,” The man pushed Miguel out the door and onto the street, “Now Belongs to the Bonded Musicians Government.” At his point, a sign was pounded into the ground with the words

Government Property

On it. As Miguel looked down his subdivision, he now saw that every house down the road had the exact same signed nailed into the ground. The Two men began to speak to each other,
“Hey Buddy. You know it isn’t quite equal to have the people in New York living in tents next to a giant Government High security building.”
“That’s right. It isn’t.” One of them spoke some words into his walkie-talkie and the entire suburb was abolished by a fleet of Bulldozers. Only a seconds after the area had been cleared, enslaved workers flooded into the area. They Instantly began to build up a giant building. Tents were set up in long straight rows across the terrain. They were small tents, crowded next to each other.
“Hey Kid, You live in one of these tents now. Go in there and make it home. Then get out here to help build the base.”
“What?? I refuse!!”
“You refuse. Very well, then you don’t get a tent.......You don’t get any cloths either.” Miguel Went into the tent to make it home. Then he went outside and began to help build the base.
All of England’s buildings were torn down to make room for another Military base. The Citizens of England were forced to give all but one pair of clothes. The Government claimed all land owned by everybody. In Trade of working, people were given a tent to live in, and two small meals of food a day.

Yeah Well, what is there to say. Jeff King has taken over the world, Hetty is dead, and Miguel no longer has a decent House. (You know my theory came true. I warned Miguel that he’d have to live in a tent)

Please take heed that the events above are things that will happen and have not yet happened. Now, if you do not experience any government agents taking your property away form you, and you don’t here of any Nuclear Explosions. That means Jeff King had not yet launched his missiles. He has probably encountered some technical difficulties. Eventually, he will be ready, and you will be living in a Communist World.
Oh, and one more thing. In case you are wondering why France didn’t investigate when a bunch of parachuters jumped off an uncharted plane into their Country, I shall explain that to you. See, They actually did plan to investigate but were to busy eating Cheese and Wine. Yup, Fresh cheese and fresh wine. Except the kids weren’t eating cheese and wine, they were eating cheese nips and grape juice. Jake and Cody were both taken by the plutopians and flown to Brazil in a Plutopian spacecraft. Jake and his Girlfriend remained together.

P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. The Information has come from Unknown Sources.

P.S.S. I’m Scriptor of Hetty Repono Populus. Unus quod tantum Hetty Scriptor.

P.S.S.S I’m planning on making a Hetty Game.