The Thief Lord Page #2

for days, like you told us.

- It's always crowded. Parties and things.

- Then I'll fit in perfectly.

- Are you thieves or something?

- Not just any thieves.

Scip's the Thief Lord,

the greatest thief in Venice.

[Prosper]

Aren't you scared of the police?

2:
00. Typical. Steal a watch next time.

We were gonna send out a search party.

This little fellow has a nasty cough. Do you have

anything for it in your medicine cupboard?

- Who are they?

- They're friends of mine.

They need to crash here.

Enough said?

[Riccio] Here comes Matron

with her magic potion.

It's all right.

I won't bite. I'm Hornet.

This is the wardrobe.

- You're burning up. Does it hurt when you cough?

- Help yourselves. Really.

Well, he won't get better

in these sodden old rags.

We have to go back and pick up my haul.

I left it somewhere near the Contarini.

- In the middle of the night?

- What's it, past your beddy-byes, Mosca?

I don't think it'd be good for him,

walking around in the night.

I don't recall saying

anything about walking.

[All Shouting]

[Mosca] Whoa, Scip!

How'd you steal this?

Nothing's safe from the Thief Lord.

Go faster, Scip! Faster!

- Hold on!

- The best.

[Man On Loudspeaker] This is the police.

Slow down your boat and stop.

- [Siren Wailing]

- [Mosca] Come on, Scip. Step on it.

- Step on it!

- [Riccio] Quicker, Scip!

[Man On Loudspeaker]

I repeat, this is the police.

- Slow down and stop the boat!

- [Siren Continues]

[Riccio]

Quick, Scip. They're gettin' closer!

Faster! Faster!

- [Hornet] Scip, come on!

- [Siren Continues]

- [Prosper] Shouldn't we stop?

- [Scipio] What, and ruin the fun?

- [Hornet] What do we do now?

- [Scipio] Watch this.

- [Man] Look out!

- [Man #2 Shouts]

- Oh, no!

- [Gasps]

Is it gold?

Gold, silver, glittering jewels,

plucked from the grown-ups.

Put it down.

They stole it.

Boy, one day, they're gonna

catch you, Scip.

Take everything to Barbarossa,

and try and get a decent price this time.

How? He just laughs at us.

[Scoffs] The fat pig.

- Prop can do it. He's great at selling things.

- Hey.

When we sold my old toys

at the secondhand shop...

they tried to give us peanuts,

so he just went-

like a stone,

so they gave us lots more money.

- Bo.

- Okay. You try.

And if you manage to outfox

the old scoundrel...

you and your brother can

stay as long as you like.

Your big moment,

Mr. Stoney Face.

[Doorbell Jingles]

What are you smiling at,

hedgehog boy?

Go and wait in the office.

Don't touch anything,

understood?

[Whispering]

What a rude man.

I call him fat, oily

slaphead slimeball.

All right, let the dog

see the bone.

[Exhales] There are a couple of decent

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