It was a regular day for Mr. Infamous. He woke up in his unnecessary, giant, elephant bed that he had stolen from someone. He thought about what big bad thing he should do that day. He rolled out of bed and looked around his room full of things he had stolen.

Mr. Infamous went downstairs to get breakfast. He went to sit down, and then realized that he didn’t have any food! So he went to get his things and out he went to the store.

When Mr. Infamous got to the store he found a box of cereal he wanted and stole it! Mr. Infamous ran home and sat down to eat. He turned on his T.V. and saw a news report on someone stealing from a store. He laughed.

He got out his fancy bowl and ate his cereal. Mr. Infamous got out his map and looked at all the places he had robbed and set out to look for a new one.

He passed Li’l Retort who gave him a look and retorted, “You should be in jail.”

“I guess no one wants to put me there,” Mr. Infamous replied with a chuckle.

He continued on and passed Ms. Firebrand (a passionate activist) who said, “What a naughty person.”

Mr. Infamous simply ignored it. He stopped when he saw a huge bank he hadn’t seen before.

“Oh what a beautiful sight,” Mr. Infamous said to himself. He marked it on his map and hurried home. When he got home he looked for all his things and set off.

He waited at the bank until it was dark and then got to work getting in. But just when he was about to get in he reached for his final tool and realized he didn’t have it. He was going to hurry off when someone came up to him.  

“Excuse me,” said someone, “are you trying to break into my house?”

“N-n-no,” stammered Mr. Infamous, “I was fixing something.”

“Hmm,” said the person.

Mr. Infamous didn’t know what to do. He had never been caught before. He had always done bad things and gotten away with them.

He ran as fast as he could back to his house and shut all his blinds. He ran to his room and got in his giant, elephant bed and fell asleep.

Mr. Infamous woke up the next morning and ate his breakfast. Mr. Infamous hadn’t really seen the person, so all he could do was hope they hadn’t seen him.

Mr. Infamous went out for a walk to clear his mind when suddenly he was in front of the big house that he had thought was a bank. He didn’t know how he had got there, his feet had just seemed to walk themselves.

Mr. Infamous was walking back when someone yelled at him, he turned around to see a girl beckoning him towards her. He went to her. She was standing in front of the big house and she had the door open.

She was the owner of the house. Mr. Infamous was very nervous but he went inside anyway. She told him to sit down on what looked to be a very expensive couch. She went out of the room for a minute and he grabbed some expensive looking stuff.

She came back and said, “Hello my name is Lavish Laila, I like everything fancy and expensive. I want to talk to you.”

Mr. Infamous simply said “OK.”

“I’ve seen you on T.V. You’re Mr. Infamous, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And Mr. Infamous, were you trying to rob my house last night?” she asked.

“N-n-o….Yes,” Mr. Infamous said with a sigh.

“Why were you doing that?” asked Lavish Laila.

Mr. Infamous felt like he was being interrogated but he couldn’t really think of an answer.  “I don’t really know, I just was doing it for fun,” he said.

“Well, maybe you should think about doing something nice for a change,” Lavish Laila said with a stern face. She let him leave and Mr. Infamous went home thinking.

When he got into his giant, elephant bed he thought about all the things he had done in his life and if they were necessary. He fell into a deep sleep, dreaming all sorts of dreams.

The next day he got up and ate breakfast. He got ready, went outside, and did so many little good things that he smiled. A real happy smile. That night he saw himself on T.V. doing little things like helping an old lady cross the street and fixing a fence in the town that had broke. When he saw himself on T.V. it wasn’t for bad things, it was for being a very good person. He was now Mr. Helpful.