The boys were gathered in their clubhouse.
“Well Bossman, what should we do about Trey?” Lug spoke.
The King sat in contemplation, “Let’s give him a little time. I want to see what he does.”
Fudge was a little jittery, “You sure you don’t want us to rough him a bit?”
“No Fudge I don’t. We can’t stop this Trey guy with violence. We need to make smart moves.” The King was even in his speech.
A few days went by. Lug and Fudge would periodically drive by the apple juice stand to check on Trey. They would not speak to him, they would only drive by just to see if he was operating or not. And he was.
Lug and Fudge reported back to the King.
“Bossman it has been four days now and Trey is still operating as normal.” That was Lug.
“He did not take your words seriously sir.” Said Fudge.
The King sat up, “Very well. We will need to take some action against Trey. Fudge, do you think his stand is made of wood?”
“Yes sir, it definitely is.” Fudge answered.
“And is it about the same size as our stands?” The King asked.
“Yes sir, I would say so.” Fudge answered.
“Very good. Then here is what we will do…” The King laid out his plan for Lug and Fudge.
It was Wednesday Morning. 3am. Pitch black out. A U-haul moving truck drives into the quite suburb. The U-haul truck parks about 50 yards away from the apple juice stand. It all happens very quick. The truck turns off. Eight figures in dark attire and ski masks exit the vehicle. One opens the back of the truck. It is empty. The figures gather around the apple juice stand and lift it. It moves easily. The figures move in unison and load the apple juice stand into the back of the U-haul truck. They close the truck, get back in, and drive away. The maneuver took no more than four minutes to complete.
It was the afternoon. School let out. Trey had just gotten out of class and was walking home. Let’s make today a great day of business. Trey thought. As he walked to his normal working location he stopped. “Where is it?” He asked aloud. All he saw was nothing, only an empty space where his stand used to be. Some local neighborhood kids came by to see Trey and get some apple juice.
“Hey Trey, where is your stand? What did you do with it?” One kid asked.
Trey was stunned. “I just don’t know. It vanished.”
Back at the headquarters, the King and his boys were meeting. Fudge was laughing, “Oh Boss, I would be so happy to see the look on that guys face when he shows up to no stand.” Fudge was joyous.
“I’m sure he will be quite surprised.” Said the King.
“Surprised?” Lug asked. “He is probably going to lose it!”
“Well boys, it feels good to strike a blow to the competition.” The King spoke. “But I do think we should put Trey out of his misery. Let’s deliver the package to him in two days time.”
“Do you think we should have one of the girls do it?” Fudge asked.
“That is a good idea Fudge. Yes.” The King was pleased.
Trey was leaving his class at school.
“Hey Trey!” A voice called out.
Trey turned around to see a girl standing in front of him. She wore a very revealing top and she wore a short skirt. This girl also held a medium size envelope in her hands.
“Woah, hey, who are you?” Trey wondered.
“My name is not important. I have something for you.” The girl handed the envelope to Trey. “It is from somebody else in the business. It is safe to open I promise. Be sure to act wisely. See you later.” The girl turned quickly and walked away.
Trey took the envelope and walked to the bathroom. He wanted some privacy to open the envelope.
He opened it and pulled out the contents. They was a small envelope that said ‘Trey’ on it. And there were 3 photos. One was a photo of the sign, “Welcome to Smallsberg.” Smallsberg was a small town about 30 minutes from where they all lived. The other photos were of his apple juice stand! There it stood in Smallsberg. One had a photo of the stand with a couple of good-looking teenage girls next to it. And the other had a far away shot showing the location of the stand.
Trey’s mouth dropped, “They moved it!” He dropped the photos on the ground and he reached to the small envelope with his name on it (‘Trey’). He opened the envelope and it was a handwritten note. His eyes scanned it. Trey trembled slightly as he read the note.
The note read:
Stay out of my territory. Sincerely, The King.
(END OF BISCUIT POST)