monocamped:
loudmouth, maniacal planner.
❝ jesus christ. finally, ❞ he groans when she utters a plan that isn’t batshit insane, clearly exasperated with her even though they’ve ( sort of ) reached common ground. if loudmouth wants to fuck shit up on her own, that’s fine — but for all the shit he talks, he doesn’t want to be involved in one of her crazy schemes.
if the flowerscouts are helping the woodscouts, then their bad taste won’t matter. max loves flowerscout cookies just as much as they next guy, after all … but the opportunity to drive them apart is tempting, & it can’t even be that hard. ❝ how do we get them to turn on each other? frame them for something? ❞ max guesses as he picks some lint out of his pocket. the stealing part is simple, so he’ll focus on the more pressing issue for now. ❝ upsetting the flowerscouts is, like … ridiculously easy, so we should focus on that. ❞
‘ Easy you say ?? That’s no fun !! Oh well. ’ Loudmouth shrugged, abruptly uncaring of her destructive plans being thrown out the window. ‘ The Woodscouts are a military-based camp . . . ’ She began, but a suspicious look crossed her features.
‘ They must have weapons, right? We break in, steal ‘em, destroy the Flowerscouts base operation, ’ She paused. ‘ A little, including their supplies, annnd frame the Woodscouts !! Simple !! Annnnd guess whaaat I’m about to saaaay !! Guess, guess !! ’ I have a machine perfect for this.
