The Thief Lord Page #2

- [Prosper] Shouldn't we stop?

- [Scipio] What, and ruin the fun?

- [Hornet] What do we do now?

- [Scipio] Watch this.

- [Man] Look out!

- [Man #2 Shouts]

- Oh, no!

- [Gasps]

Is it gold?

Gold, silver, glittering jewels,

plucked from the grown-ups.

Put it down.

They stole it.

Boy, one day, they're gonna

catch you, Scip.

Take everything to Barbarossa,

and try and get a decent price this time.

How? He just laughs at us.

[Scoffs] The fat pig.

- Prop can do it. He's great at selling things.

- Hey.

When we sold my old toys

at the secondhand shop...

they tried to give us peanuts,

so he just went-

like a stone,

so they gave us lots more money.

- Bo.

- Okay. You try.

And if you manage to outfox

the old scoundrel...

you and your brother can

stay as long as you like.

Your big moment,

Mr. Stoney Face.

[Doorbell Jingles]

What are you smiling at,

hedgehog boy?

Go and wait in the office.

Don't touch anything,

understood?

[Whispering]

What a rude man.

I call him fat, oily

slaphead slimeball.

All right, let the dog

see the bone.

[Exhales] There are a couple of decent

items here, so I'm going to offer...

a hundred, which is very generous.

Well, let's just say

I'm in a generous mood today.

A thousand or no deal.

Have you lost your mind, boy?

I make you a generous offer-

too generous-

and you insult me

with fanciful nonsense.

Tell the Thief Lord to send the boat boy

or the hornet girl next time...

if he wants to continue doing business

with Ernesto Barbarossa.

I'm the Thief Lord's

official negotiator now.

300 for the lot.

Most of it's rubbish.

Eight.

Four.

- Seven.

- 475.

687 and a half.

You're a clever lad...

so...

I'm going to give you...

That's the last time I let you

treat me like a child.

[Doorbell Jingles]

One more thing.

[Chuckles]

A client of mine is looking

for someone who will-

Shall we say, procure

a certain item for him?

If he's sick, why doesn't he

go to the doctor?

He's looking for someone

who'll steal something for him.

Is that clear enough

for your mucky ears?

And tell the Thief Lord...

that there's big money

in it for him.

Mmm? Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Stop it. It tickles.

Just a little more.

[Laughs]

You need to stay

in bed for a bit.

Where were you goin'? And what would you

have done if Scipio hadn't picked you up?

I think we could've managed it.

Prop's very brave,

and I'm good at cheering him up...

so we make a good team.

We all take care of each other here.

All of us are orphans too.

I'm not an orphan! My dad went away

in a ship, and he hasn't come back here...

but he thinks of me all the time.

- That's what he keeps telling us.

- It's true!

One day, I'll sail all over the world,

and I'll find him!

- I believe you, Mosca.

- [Chuckles]

Prosper, Scipio will never

let anyone sell his loot ever again.

Boy, we never dare talk

to Fatty Slaphead like that.

Yeah, well, those things

are probably worth even more.

Prosper, come back!

Prosper, come back.

I've got to get some of this.

Look at all this stuff.

Let's celebrate, Prop.

We should get the money

back to the others first.

Excuse me, son.

Your name's Prosper, isn't it?

[Grunts]

Whoo-hoo! Take that, furry face!

[Groans]

Hey, come back!

What's the matter?

Victor?

Ciao, Victor.

You can't fool me

with that mustache.

Oh, excuse me, Ida, but I'm on a case.

I can't talk now.

Oh, hope I didn't ruin anything.

Suits you though.

- [Clattering]

- [Ida Gasps] Oh, I'm so sorry.

Why are you running?

- [Prosper] That man knew my name.

- So what?

So what?

- [Panting]

- Okay. Cool it. So what if he knew your name?

- I think he's trying to get me.

- I think you were trying to nick our money.

Yeah, and leave

my brother behind?

- All that cash- I thought

you were trying to trick me.

- [Prosper Scoffs]

Oh, man. Maybe you're right.

I know. This way.

- [Prosper] Who is he?

- Some kind of private detective.

Victor the snooper-

That's what they call him.

[Ship Horn Honks]

Hey! Wait, wait.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey!

- #...#...[Pop Rock]

- Here's to Prop.

[All]

Cheers.

From now on,

our chief loot seller.

In fact, you've done so well, I think

I'm gonna give myself a little break.

But you can't stop. Not now.

Barbarossa's got a customer.

He's lookin' for a thief.

Said there's big money in it.

And I'll help you, Scip.

I'll come with you.

No, you won't.

Don't be so stupid.

Scipio gave me the kittens, so I'm gonna

help him with the stealing, and that's that.

I'll do it. Bigger money

equals bigger plans.

- And bigger cakes to buy.

- See?

#...#...[Continues]

Va bene.

My customer will meet

the Thief Lord in the confessional...

at the back left

of the Basilica San Marco.

Mmm. And the Conte...

likes to shroud himself

in mystery.

- Is he a real conte?

- Are you deaf? What did I just say?

As far as your stupid head

is concerned, he is the Conte.

Now, is there anything more

you need to know?

No need to fly off the handle.

- What time?

- Tomorrow afternoon, 3:00 sharp.

And I reserve the right to fly off the handle

whenever I feel like it. Thank you very much.

3:
00, back left chapel...

basilica, confessional.

- Got it. Come on, Prop.

- Hold on, hedgehog boy.

Now, you and your snotty little friend

can tag along if you want...

but your master has

to be there in person...

- Got it?

- But the Thief Lord won't like that at all.

Won't he? Well,

he'll have to live with it.

Otherwise he doesn't

get the job.

[Whispering]

Hey, Victor.

You know, I preferred you

with a mustache.

Ida! What brings you here?

Oh, I'm just out and about

with my camera.

Oh, am I, uh, interrupting

important detective work again?

- Well, I am still on the case.

- Oh, how exciting.

- What sort of case?

- Well, I can tell you that it involves kids.

Well, I'm sure they're innocent.

No, no, no. This case

isn't about guilt or innocence.

[Ida]

Look, if children are in trouble...

it's usually because they've been

misled or used by adults.

You should lock up the parents.

Well, I'm sure I'll be running into you

again, when you're up to no good.

Anyway, drop by and

see my new house one of these days...

instead of loitering

on San Marco all the time.

- Well, it's just that they say

everyone crosses San-

- Ciao!

Never mind.

[Scipio] Prosper, Mosca, you come inside

with me, and the others wait here.

[Bo]

But I don't want to wait here.

[Riccio]

Me neither! Why can't we all go?

Because Scipio said so, or is that

not a good enough reason for you?

#...#...[Organ]

[Whispering]

I don't like churches.

They give me the creeps.

Perhaps he's not here yet.

One should not wear a mask

in church...

any more than a hat.

One should not plan a theft

in a confessional either...

and that's what

we're here for, right?

So, you are the Thief Lord.

Well, keep your mask if you must.

I can still see that you are very young.

Yes, and you're very old.

- Does age matter in this transaction?

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