My Short Storys - The Yackoverse

I had this in mind while writing it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vetKTtM7YyU (A Rickroll or not? Find it out!) This has 538 words. Oh, and by the way it's the first time I have written something in the First person, I think. I hope you enjoy it!

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On Saturday the 3rd I saw a picture of "Loesie" in the Newspaper and thought, that it would perfectly fit into my collection. I read further, there stand that she will be shown in the museum from Monday, the 18th.

In the following nights I always woke up totally sweaty and thought about how nice "Loesie" would look. Then on Tuesday I decided to steal her. I packed out my old things from then and began to collect Information. On Friday the 9th I had a plan and began to make preparations.

I build some small bombs and secured two of them on all of the Power poles (?) of the powerlines that go into the city. I also did other preparations and was finished on Wednesday the 14th.

-Ill tell further, if you make me some Tea.

-Hop(?), make him some.

-Then Ill continue, where was I?

-You just finished your preparations.

-Ah, yes.

So, on Wednesday I finished my preparations and waited for it to be Saturday, as "Loesie" should reach the museum on Friday night.

On Saturday around 23:00 I drove my Car to it and waited for the shift change of the Museum caretaker (?) at 23:30. He came and as the employee door he just opened with his card was still in the process of closing (?) I put a stopper into the lock.

-Hm, nothing over tea!

Then, after the old caretaker had gone out, he didn't notice the stopper, I went inside and hid myself in the changing room. It was 23:50, the bombs were set to explode at 00:00. Then at midnight the lights went off. Only the emergency lighting burned weakly.

I left the room and sneaked to the place "Loesie" should be. I had memorized the buildings layout, so I was fast even though it was dark. I arrived at "Loesie" 's pedestal. Even in the emergency light she still sparkled.

I took my tools out of my bag and cut the glass case. "Loesie" was still secured by cables on the pedestal, which I also cut through. Then I began my way back.

Suddenly I heard Voices! I froze and looked around. Actually, only the caretaker should have been here.

The Voices emerged from the employee door, my exit had been cut off, and they came in my direction.

Fast I skulked back and hid in some corner. The dark figures moved past my hideout, their Faces were masked, and carried crowbars as well as other heavy equipment. They were five. I was very frightened.

I remained standing there for a long time, even after they were over, only calls for help, probably those of the caretaker, woke me up from my stupor.

I moved to the employee door. The lock was broken open violently. I pushed the Fire alarm and ran to my car which I had parked nearby. The sirens of the fire protection system (?) wailed in the background. I drove home quickly. I met the fire brigade on the way.

-You know the end of the Story. How should I have known that trackers are built into museum items.

-And why should we believe you, the thief who gave collectors nightmares 10 years ago?

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