The Thief Who Learned Nothing.

'Just a second and I'll be done...' The Thief kept repeating to himself over and over, whilst tapping uncontrollably at the electronic dial, despite being there for a good thirty minutes. This evening The Thief had come up with the most brilliant plan to steal a heap of cash, specifically around $100,000 or so but the only problem was that he was by himself, he had no teammates and so if he was to get caught he could easily so get caught as there was no one else to pin it on, but The Thief never thought about this and just kept trying to get into the vault, the amount of the same combinations he's put in must have been over a thousand but he wasn't the brightest to notice or even write it down.

Then he had finally formed a thought, a thought that wasn't just getting a lot of money, he thought it would be easier to get that large amount of cash if he had people that knew how to do this, and or even more competent people than himself which at this point could have been a squirrel, disguised as a worker of the bank. The Thief luckily wasn't able to set the alarm off so he finally left and went to his house to rest, tomorrow he had to set out and find accomplices, accomplices who would work for free...

The Thief had finally woken up after having snoozed and snored all night long, dreaming about the night he would finally break into the vault and be rich, that was his only thought. The Thief had left his apartment, barely even having finished morning hygiene protocol. He had thought to leave and go to a car garage where he would get his first accomplice, or so he thought because they had access to a variety of tools.

The Thief arrived at the car garage and was immediately introduced to the smell of petrol, bad odour and hard gruntled laughs. 'Hello, can anyone here break into a vault?' He said, confidently, for some reason. 'Excuse me? What are you on about?' A worker replied, confused. The Thief walked only a little forward and looked up at the man, beard long, middle-aged, sick of everything looking and smiled. ' I need some help with breaking into a vault where I know a large amount of money is held.'

The worker continued to work and ignored him, most likely mistook him for crazy. 'I know it sounds rash, but I think it'll be worth it and you could get money out of it too. The worker looked down at him and smiled. 'Oh yeah? How much?' The Thief looked up, seriously, and came closer. '$20,000.' The worker looked down, put his tools on the hood of the car. 'Well, what makes you think I can get into a vault?' The Thief looked around like someone was going to give him an answer and he then tried to think. 'Well?' The worker shouted over the noise of the welding. 'I need your tool, the one in your hand.' The Thief shouted.

'This one? Well you can't just have it.' The Worker shouted, standing on top of the ladders. The Thief smiled and said no other word. He pushed the ladder over and the man fell off. The Thief stood over the man, knocked out on the floor, arms spread out, on the end of his fingers, the welding tool. The Thief took the tool but made the fatal mistake of not taking the welding mask. Either way, The Thief left and made way for his next destination. He had no idea where himself.

The Thief walked on down the road a little, his welding tool safe inside his backpack, and he noticed a chicken shop and at the sight of it, his stomach did twist a little and hold up a sign, 'HUNGRY!' engraved in all red, illustrating the severity of his hunger, so he went inside. Inside the shop, the men inside hard at work were all speaking away and didn't seem to notice The Thief walking in. The Thief looked up at the menu and didn't have a clear idea of what he wanted, until finally a worker noticed him and came over. 'Hello, how can we help you?' the chicken shop owner quickly said. The Thief didn't answer and instead kept thinking about the food options of, Chicken Breast and fries with a drink or the Whole Chicken meal, he kept thinking weather he'd be hungry later and finally at the end he chose the Whole Chicken, this would be damaging to the stomach.

After The Thief enjoyed his large meal, he made his way down the road and to his next destination where he did think of whilst eating his chicken, he thought to go to to an arms expert, and his idea of this was an internet café where he did have high hopes for finding a "shooter".

Inside the internet café where people were playing video games, and none seemed to be more than that The Thief sat down and began to analyse people in the best way he could, by seeing who was best at a game. After a while this consistent player who had been doing the best at this shooter game sprung an idea into The Thief's mind to ask him. The Thief approached the player and asked him, honestly, ' Can you shoot that well in real life?'

The video game player looked around, thinking it was a TV prank show but quickly realised it wasn't looked back. 'No. I just play games.' The Thief then sat down. 'But you're so efficient in the game.' The video game player leaned in. 'Yes that is a game, I can't do it in real life for obvious reasons.' The Thief looked confused as if the player was wrong. 'Can you try?' The player stood up.

'Try shoot a real fire arm?' The game player asked. 'Yes. Just try.' The Thief stood up and continued. 'Look, you can get a good amount of money for this so like why not try?' The player, now leaning more towards thinking it was a prank show, smiled and almost laughed. 'Okay, thanks sir, I've got to get going.' And whilst The Thief tried to convince him for a solid five minutes he eventually ran out the doors.

So, now with no hope and no thoughts except gaining the money in The Thief's mind he left and set forth for the bank, hoping with the only tool he bothered to get could be of great use, completely forgetting he didn't get a welding mask and that he ate a whole chicken, with fries, and a drink. The Thief now made his way inside the bank, not tripping the alarm again, surprisingly he made his way to the vault and there he turned the welding tool on, and sparks flew, then he started to melt the vault doors which at this point didn't trigger an alarm just yet, and for a good two minutes the welding was going okay until the sparks were going into his eyes and hurting him, he stopped and blinked a good few times and then continued, covering his eyes with his shirt, this did nothing as the sparks flew onto his hair and hurt him too.

Out of nowhere The Thief's stomach had started to hurt as the Whole Chicken did some damage and this eventually led to him stopping, hoping to continue another night. But this time he would make a mistake as on his way out he tripped the alarm and whilst running out he tripped and knocked himself out, so peacefully laying down until the police had come to catch him and put him away.

The Thief did not learn anything.