The Town Hall of Adventure Bay looms under the cover of night, its pristine exterior bathed in the faint glow of streetlights. Chase and Sweetie slink through the shadows, their disguises expertly chosen: black suits, matching ski masks, and small earpieces for communication.

Sweetie adjusts her mask and flicks her tail, muttering, "Darling, this is so beneath me. I can't believe I'm running around like some common criminal."

"Keep your voice down," Chase growls as they crouch behind a hedge. His eyes are locked on the building's security cameras he knows so well, which swivel rhythmically.

Sweetie sighs dramatically. "Oh, relax, darling. This isn't exactly Fort Knox."

Chase ignores her, pressing a button on his communicator. A small drone whirs to life, flying upward and hovering near the roof. "We're in position," he says, his voice low but steady.

Sweetie peers at the drone and smirks. "Tech-savvy and moody. Quite the combo, darling. Now, shall we get on with it?"

The main entrance is too heavily monitored, so Chase and Sweetie use the drone to open a vent on the roof. Sliding through the narrow duct, Sweetie groans in disgust.

"Darling, if I'd known I'd be crawling through ventilation shafts tonight, I would've stayed home," she huffs, her fur brushing against the metal.

"Keep moving," Chase whispers from behind, his voice tinged with frustration.

They drop into a storage room, silent and precise. Chase pulls up a schematic of the building on his communicator, pointing to a room marked with a glowing red dot. "The ingots are in the vault just ahead. Stay quiet and follow my lead."

Sweetie smirks. "Oh, darling, I wouldn't dream of stealing your spotlight."

Reaching the vault door, Chase examines the digital keypad while Sweetie leans lazily against the wall.

"Well, darling, do your thing," she says, gesturing with a paw. "I'll just stand here and look fabulous."

Chase pulls out a small device Ryder had once given him for emergencies, modified now for far less noble purposes. Connecting it to the keypad, he hacks into the system, the screen flashing with lines of code.

The vault door slides open with a soft hiss, revealing stacks of gold ingots gleaming under fluorescent lights. Sweetie's eyes widen.

"Darling, I must say, this is almost worth the trouble. Shall we take some for us?" she murmurs, stepping forward to inspect the haul.

Chase stuffs the ingots into a reinforced bag. "Help me load these up. We need to move fast."

The duo retraces their steps, slipping back into the ventilation system and climbing onto the roof. Chase signals the drone, which descends to pick up the heavy bag.

Sweetie glances back at the Town Hall and smirks. "Well, darling, that was almost too easy. Where's the thrill?"
"Let's just get this done," Chase mutters, his focus unwavering as they disappear into the night.

The gold ingots gleam on the floor of Humdinger's lair, stacked neatly in front of the villain. Chase and Sweetie stand before him, triumphant yet tense.

"Well?" Chase demands, his voice sharp. "We held up our end. Now it's your turn."

Humdinger doesn't respond immediately. He stares at the gold, his fingers twitching as though he can't believe it's real. The room falls into an unsettling silence.

Sweetie tilts her head, her eyes narrowing. "Darling, don't tell me you're at a loss for words. That's so unlike you."

Humdinger blinks and clears his throat, forcing a grin. "Ah, yes, well done, my boy! You exceeded my expectations."

Chase's eyes narrow. "Enough stalling. Get me the potion."

Instead of answering, Humdinger begins rambling. "Did you know, Chase, that the Town Hall was built over a century ago? Fascinating history, really. The architecture alone, the-"

Sweetie interrupts, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Darling, unless this story ends with 'here's your potion,' I suggest you wrap it up."

Humdinger fidgets, his eyes darting to the ingots. "Yes, yes, of course. Just a moment..."

Before Humdinger can finish his sentence, a sudden burst of light floods the room. A booming voice echoes through the lair, cutting through the tension.

"CHASE, WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

Chase's heart sinks, his tail stiffening. Sweetie squints at the light, groaning. "Oh, marvelous, darling. Your ex-boss has decided to crash the party."