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"Okay, Pogo. Ready for some training?" Tom mocks Pogo's cute appearance, his goofy face, and his walk.
"What's the training?" Pogo nervously asks, expecting some deranged shit, just before his very eyes, Tom coughs. "Home Alone Operation, We're gonna stay up at night, sneak into the Goughs house, and kill all of them!" Tom cheers, making a dramatic motion with his arms. He opens the cabinet of weapons and corpses displayed everywhere.
Pogo looks at him like he's insane. "Where did you get all of this?! HOW?!" He screams at Tom's absurd collection, but he makes a pfffft expression.
"Because I'm an assassin, Pogo. Now you want training or not?" Tom asks sternly, and Pogo nods.
"Now catch, like from my birthday!" Tom tosses a knife at Pogo, and Pogo stumbles and catches it, only for it to slice his arm off. He chuckles, "Shit. Just an arm!" He tries to grab his arm with his other arm, but fails comically. It just falls off. "Whoops!"
"Ugh, you're pathetic!" Tom rolls his eyes, walks near a corner, and digs through the trash. "Come on, where's the gun?!" Tom throws out a rubber duckie, a screaming Dorito, and a rubbery spiked lasso! "Aha!" Tom grabs the gun, and Pogo gasps, "It's the real thing!" "Why the FUCK do you have a gun?!"
"Cause self-defense? I'm a child." Tom teases Pogo awkwardly, not understanding why Pogo gives a shit. "Now hold it. Think about your worst moments." Tom suggests, making Pogo's adrenaline spike. Pogo remembers so many horrible things that he almost immediately shoots himself!
Tom watches Pogo's corpse fall on the carpet, blood dripping everywhere, and his face reads dismissive of the dead clown. "Yawn." He squats down, poking Pogo's body with a long staff. "Come on, dumbass!"
Pogo suddenly screams after being jolted into consciousness, screaming about someone digging into him and a mysterious man driving him to Area 42! "Please, no more!!!"
"Fucking sick," Tom smirks at what just happened. "So you're really immortal, huh?" Tom's smile widens, and Pogo knows what that means.
"Please don't rat me out!" Pogo whimpers, hoping to god Tom doesn't berate him for Pogo's immortality, but he's thrilled. "Mad? You're the perfect punching bag! Now let's go. Sun is setting!"
At Night, a masked Tom, disguised in a black, ninja-style suit, and a stupid-looking Pogo in a clownfish costume waddle up to Gough Manor.
"The Goal's simple. Kill Everyone." Tom orders Pogo. He shakes, afraid they're just going inside like it's no big deal!
The doors kick wide open, revealing the antique design of the Goughs with all the fancy, gothic furniture and overly creepy corridors that come out of a fucking slasher film where the killer jacks off to raping the victims because why not!
"LET'S GO!" Tom rushes down a corridor and gasps upon seeing a burglar try to steal a TV from Hollis. He looks at the kid like an idiot. "Why don't ya scram, kiddo!"
Tom casually swings his knife for a dramatic moment and applause; he lunges at the burglar and stabs him in the chest! The burglar stumbles to the floor, bleeding out while Tom stands on top of him. Tom kicks him in the chest, and the burglar is shoved to the wall with a red bump forming on his head!
The burglar tries to get up, but Pogo jumps on him, slams down a comically large toy hammer, and clumsily falls back. "Sorry!" Pogo chuckles, "They call me a Pusscrobatic!" He chuckles lightly and looks at the injured burglar. "Sorry, Tom! I'm not letting them take me!" He bashes his head with the toy hammer and lies on the ground dead with X-shaped eyes!
A few burglars hear the ruckus and enter the living room to find Tom dancing in front of them, Pogo rotting on the old carpet, and a burglar drooling by the TV! They freak out at the kid's deranged antics and bolt, leaving the front door wide open!
Pogo gets up from his temporary death and watches Tom rush out of the manor with a bag slung over his shoulder. "Come on, clownface!" Pogo gasps and jumps into the bag with his toy hammer! They leave off with Gough slowly waking up with an angry growl, "God damn it! Shadow, I told you-"
After Gough storms downstairs with a candle in his wrinkled hand, he finds a bunch of burglars and a stolen TV! "IT WAS HIM! IT WAS ALWAYS HIM! That brat! Fuck!" He makes a loud sighing sound. "BARNABY! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Barnaby the Butler comes from the kitchen with an annoyed glare. "What, man?! I've been cleaning the dishes since 4 AM!"
"I don't care! Get me a new TV NOW, or you're FIRED!" Gough screams at Barnaby, then walks away!
Tom returns home, and Pogo goes to bed as Tom tosses him in. "That was a good heist!" Pogo chuckles, giving a thumbs-up! Tom comically rolls his eyes. "Okay, that was our first target. Now who's next?" Tom walks to the whiteboard and scribbles a hit list of people's lives to ruin!