The Zebra Gangsters were at their usual rounds robbing Poor Man to make up for helping him a few weeks ago and to gain some man points from running away like a bunch of wimps right after finding that mystery meat. So, they tied Poor Man and put him in a closet. "C'mon, we need to man up!", ordered the chief, "Or we'll loose our man cards for good!".
Everyone then pulled out their man cards. "We got 30 points left, if we lose 30 then we're out!", shouted the chief.
"C'mon, we didn't puss out that much", replied Isaac.
"Dude, you sprung a leak on the way to the garage", said Doug, "That's degrading in all levels".
"Ha ha, that's pathetic!", shouted Poor Man from the closet.
"Shut up!", shouted the chief, "C'mon, let's steal some of those action movies he owns, LIKE A TRUE MAN!".
Doug and Clio raided through the DVD shelf, but all they saw was newly purchased copies of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. "I don't see anything!", said Doug, "And Clio, put that down, this is not our territory!".
"He has to have something here!", said the chief.
Just then Clio noticed a button hanging out a tilted golden picture frame. Clio started pointing but the others just ignored him. "Forget it, let's just search for some money".
Clio started jumping and pointing to the picture frame. "Clio, if you have to go, there's a tree in the back yard", said the chief, "I don't see anything, let's just go".
"Hmm, we can write down what we steal to prove we're men on this piece of paper", said Isaac, "Let's see, blank. That's a wrap".
Sharky and Elephant then came out of a room, but Sharky was in clutches and had a few stitches. Clio pointed at the picture frame, but when the gangsters finally turned around, all they saw was Sharky. They then freaked out and ran away, carrying Clio with them. "What was that about?", asked Sharky.
"Get lost pin head", muttered Elephant as he walked away.
"Oh, C'mon!", said Sharky, "It's been a week, show some mercy buddy! At least tell me what I did!".
A few days later, the chief came storming in the garage with a bucket of loose change he took from a vending machine. "Can you believe this? CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!", shouted the chief, "Clio! This is all your fault!".
"What happened boss?", asked Isaac.
"Let the wimp talk for once! C'mon, what do you have to say for yourself!", shouted the chief, "Because your wimped out and pointed our attention to the bloody shark and now we ran away screaming again! We just lost 10 man points! 10 MAN POINTS!".
"We, how much did the vending machine theft get us?", asked Doug.
"1 point, ONE POINT!", shouted the chief, "Then I lost that point after tripping on a snail, A SNAIL! And now it is a bloody snail, hooves aren't easy on the bones!".
"Calm down chief, this isn't helping, we still have 20 points left, we can redeem ourselves".
"We allready had enough to earn back till Clio ruined it!", continued the chief, "C'mon Clio. You too scared, you too wimpy to speak for yourself. You got any words of defense!".
Clio, unable to speak, just sat there. "Fine! Just take it!".
The chief then tossed his stolen change at Clio. "Buy yourself some hair on your chest!".
Clio, upset, locked himself outside and sat on Poor Man's back yard table. Clio then noticed the sheet of paper Isaac swiped, and a pen beside it. Clio, then, decided to write some of his thoughts. And out of it, came art
In the voice of the devil
Cries the whisper of an angel.
Silenced by night, and hushed by dawn
The sun will rise again, and he can tell.
Always the fault of another man.
Always the blood on another hand.
Even though inside of him.
The angel whispers, it's in god's plan.
Clio finished his poem, and finally found his voice. But, as if fate didn't agree, the wind blew the poem away.
Clio sat alone for a few days, thinking he has no voice. Clio then turned on the TV, and tried to follow Dora the Explorer to learn how to speak. "Hola", said Dora.
"O, o, ooo.... OOOOO!", stuttered Clio, "O, o, o, AH!".
Clio then tossed a toaster at the TV. "BLLLAAAHHHHH!".
Clio then collapsed on the floor. How can things get any worse? The chief then stormed inside the garage with another stolen telivision, plugged it in, and turned on Channel 7.4. "Watch!", ordered the chief.
Clio then saw an art manager with a piece of paper. "Bravo! Bravo!", he shouted, "It's like god himself gave me this piece of heaven, and now I shall share it!".
Clio then got up a little bit. "Ha hum, gorgeous really, I shed some tears when I first got it. Problably becuase it knocked me into a ditch, but hey, it's tear jerking", continued the Manager, "Now! That's not the poem. In the voice of the devil, cries the whisper of an angel".
The words then knocked Clio back like a brick to the face. A smile grew on his face, his voice is discovered! The chief stood there, taking it all in. "Always the fault of another man, alwasy the blood on another hand!", rambled the Manager, "Even though inside of him. The anger whispers, it's in god's plan. By, Clio - Zebra Gangsters".
The chief then turned off the TV. "Do you know how many people made fun of me when I saw this broadcast in the TV store. It's only a matter of time before I get my Man Card deducted!".
Just then a rock flew out of the window, and tied on it was 4 man cards, each with 5 Man Points left. "Wow, you know what! That's it!", shouted the chief.
The chief then grabbed Clio's things and passed them to his owner. "You're out of the team!".
It's been a week now. The zebra gangsters are now the zebra trio, and Clio found the manager, and is now the most celebrated writer in town. He made other poems reflecting his life.
Clio, Clio, harsh words it is
Harsh words I only hear
If only the overbearing voice can realize
He's not a hunter, and I'm not his deer.
Let's just say now, Clio is a billionaire. He lives in a four story mansion, he has house keeprs, and a 3 acre field just to feed in. He now has his own bathtub, which he uses for a closet. But don't worry, he has a bathtub. That's what the toilet if for.
However, the zebra 'trio' haesn't been well. They haven't stole a thing without Clio, and the chief has gone insane. He says "I'm a Man" three times an hour (Even in his sleep) and he's been doing nothing but drinking and watching football.
However, for some reason, his man card keeps slowly dropping, and now he's down to his final point. So, he was 'invited' to Poor Man's house to talk it over. "Poor Man, what did I do now?", asked the chief, "I got rid of Clio, and yet I still don't feel right. I should be a man now, what happened? Tell me, am I a wreck?".
Poor Man got a good look at the chief. "Huge", replied Poor Man.
The chief then punched him in the face. "Ow!".
"How dare you!".
"You told me to be honest!".
"Well, your truth is a lie!".
"You know, you argue like a woman!", replied Poor Man, "Is it worth it?".
"Punching you? Yea", said the chief, "But again, I'm asking man advice to someone who often watches My Little Pony".
"Not that, but getting rid of Clio. He's your most royal member and you kicked him out for what, a stupid card that comes from who knows where".
"I think it comes from the russian mafia", suggested the chief.
"Look, it doesn't matter what people call you, or what card you get", said Poor Man, "It's about who you are, and the man you want to be. And a true man wouldn't let this get in his way, he does what he feels is right, and if it isn't, he fixes it".
"Wow, where did you get that?", asked the chief.
"A book", said Poor Man, "I was browsing through the pictures of a model magazine, and suddenly, an atricle about manliness. I've been following it ever sense, and I think I've grown quite muscular".
Poor Man then flexed. "Poor Man, should I punch you again or...".
"Look, I got my man card taken away years ago, and I'm perfectly ok", said Poor Man.
The chief stared at Poor Man for a while. Though, I wasn't exactly counting, but it felt like a few minutes, then he suddenly left the house, and started screaming. "Ha, I knew that would get him out of the house", said Poor Man, but then suddenly he got a text message. He then read it aloud, "Welcome to the herd?".
Poor Man then tossed his phone to the side, "Creepy".
The chief ran, and ran, and ran, when he reached Clio's mansion. Though, it was filled with guards. So, the chief needed a plan. He whistled and all the other remaining zebra gangsters came front and center. "Ok, we need to be careful, because those guards have guns. So, here's the plan", said the chief, "You two run over, and when they're busy shooting you and beating the living to a pulp, I'll sneak in, say sorry to Clio, put him in a sack when necessary, and live happily ever after".
Isaac stared at the chief weirdly, but Doug was all for it. "Good, hey, you guys. These two are jaywalkers!".
The guards on the front door then tackled Isaac and Doug and the chief opened the door. He snuck his away around the guards inside the house, and all what's left is a hall way filled with lasers leading up to Clio's writing room. The chief then said, "I got another plan!".
But instead he just ran straight for the room, barely dodging all the booby traps and getting burnt by the lasers. The chief charged in Clio's room all covered in ashes. Clio looked up from his paper in shock. "Hey Clio, what's wrong with you!".
Clio then snapped. "Oh, hey, we're cool, we're bad, we a team or what?".
The guards then came and picked up the chief, and two other guards reported with Doug and Isaac. "C'mon, Clio! You wouldn't send us to jail right? You were one of us, you know how horrible it is. We're friends!".
Clio ignored him and snapped again. The guards then started taking Doug and Isaac away. "Clio! I'm sorry, and not because, well, we're about to live a life of prison, but because you're my friend. And I was wrong to ditch you for a stupid card, what is this for right?".
Clio had enough, and clapped, taking the chief to jail. So, for a few days, the zebra gangsters were in jail, and the chief was an even bigger wreck. "No!", he shouted, "Why! When!".
"Shut up!", cried a prisoner.
"Shoot yourself!", said another.
"Put a sock in it can't you see some people are trying to find a method of revenger here!", shouted Chicken, "It's bad enough sharing a cell to, what's your name?".
"That guy! Shut up!", continued Chicken, "Nobody knows, my pain. Nobody knows, my sorrow".
A police man then came in and gave the chief an e-mail. When he opened it, he saw a letter saying, "Sorry, your man card has officially been lost. You are not a man or a woman. You have no purpose, have a nice day".
"Stupid little...", muttered Doug.
"No, it's not worth it", said the chief, "What does it matter, we're ourselves right?".
Just then another police officer came and opened the cell. "Ok guys, you're off the hook".
The entire prison then started shouting, "YES! FINALLY!".
"WELL, I'LL MISS YOU TOO!", replied the chief, "But how?".
"You've been pardoned, by this beauty letter, it says", said the officer, "Misatkes are made by a man, and are fixed by a god. We both had our share, but as we know, all good things must come to an end. Things will change, from calm to odd. But it'll be better, because together we're a team. And every man is my friend".
The Zebra Gangsters got out of the prison, and met Clio there. "Clio, I'm...".
Clio then stopped him, and pulled out a wallet. He then gave it to him. "You know, for a mute, you sure have a loud voice".
The Zebra Gangsters then walked away as a team again, this time not restricted by a stupid man card. "What are we going to do tonight chief?", asked Doug.
"The same thing we do every night Doug, rob that Poor Man", answered the chief, "He's not very smart is he?".