All was quiet at the warehouse. The staff had been easily subdued. Economic cuts meant that only a skeleton crew were there; five dogs of various breeds bound at gagged at Bad Bird’s feet. He looked from the mumbling mutts to his henchmen, who were loading a truck with the wares that Gerry Attrick had sent them for.

It was at times like that, Bad Bird felt glad of his choice of career. The quiet night shifts, the moon making all things dimly beautiful, the frightened and angry grunting of people he had gagged. This was truly ninja raiding at its finest. 

All of a sudden, his quiet moment was shattered with maniacal laughter.

“Why’re ya stealing all the bathtubs, Bad Bird! Thinking of taking a bath for once!” came a high pitch grating yell. Bad Bird knew groaned. Not those losers again…

Standing on a rooftop, silueted by the moonlight, were the Samurai Pizza Cats! A trio who’s name has to be in both bold and italics during their introduction as per the conditions of their contract.

“You call that a joke?!” Bad Bird squawked “Any idiot could have made that connection!”

“Oh yeah!” Speedy said looking ever so smug, “Let’s see you think of a better joke!”

“I accept your challenge!” He thought for a second. Then had his Eureka moment (See. Even I can come up with more original bathtub jokes).

“That last tub is for you, so I can recreate that Psycho scene!”

“Well, I’m impressed.” Said Guido.

“Ha!” Speedy huffed “Hardly anybody gets that reference anymore!”

“I wasn’t even born when that movie was out, and I got it.” Said Polly.

“Enough talk!” Speedy screamed drawing his sword, having no other comeback when he’s proven wrong, “To battle!”

Polly dived right into the two ninja crows that flanked her, letting rip with a flurry of fingernail scratched. While Guido untied the warehouse staff, Speedy laid into Bad Bird as their swords clicked against each other faster than chopsticks.

Standing firm with his blade locked against Speedy’s, Bad Bird saw one of his Ninja Crows, hop into the cab of the truck, and give him a secret elaborate hand signal. Bad Bird smirked.

“Do it now!” he cried. The Truck’s engine roared and the huge juggernaut shot off down the road.

“We’ve won!” Bad Bird yelled. He shoved Speedy back with so much force that he landed on his ass and twisted his tail.

Bad Bird and the remaining Ninja crows took to the skies.

“You’ll never catch the truck, Pizza Cats! Our man got away with the bathtubs!” As they flew away the only sound to be heard was the annoying laugh.

“Caaaaaaaaaw! Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw!”