Tossing and turning in his bed SpaceCowboy couldn't fall asleep, it seemed like it was going to be another long night due to his insomnia. Letting out a long drawn out sigh he gets out of bed and goes to his desk to get caught up on some work that needed to be done. Shuffling threw some paperwork on his desk an idea suddenly pops into his head. Quickly he grabs a pen and blank piece of paper, writing down his idea quickly before it went away. 

Closing the door behind him SpaceCowboy locks up his headquarters and strolls through the night, alone with his sunglasses on. He was headed out into the streets to post flyers up in the most popular areas he could think of where the public would notice it.

The flyers read...

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We will be hosting a 12 hour crackdown event in the city of Los Angeles to anyone who is willing to participate in the fun. The event is free to enter, all you have to do is be there! I will be handing out credits to various people within the city to make sure the jail cells are never empty while you are here. The event will start and end...

July 28th 17:00 - 5:00 July 29th

Hope to see you there!

Pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket SpaceCowboy lights it up while taking a few drags, enjoying the cool late-night breeze while gazing at the stars in the sky before making his way back home for some well-deserved sleep.

Ever since Spacecowboy had announced his plans to throw a jail party in LA, including bribing the mayor and prison chief handsomely, FT had been in good spirits. As his feline nature as well as his wiles had always served him well in busting out his fellow associates and FBN pawns he knew this time he'd have to step it up.

Carefully he had been filing his claws to razor sharp, shiny tips so that even the swiftest of motions would pick the prison locks, or silence prison guards for the remainder of their life. He wondered if this was the reason why unemployement rates were this low in LA, so many guards dying probably helped with job rotation, he meowed and purred to himself thinking he was 1 of the funniest kittens in the country.

He made sure to dictate a telegram to aqua_tofana and cork to have them spread the word to the rest of the Stargazers. Surely some of those lazy bums like lylithe and @gordon_ramsey could whip up their clout on the streets a bit more to bring in more taxes and revenue to pay for FT's new satin lined ruby red pillow he had been eyeing for a while now. He sighed, stretched and went back to his nap he just woke up from.

lylithe quietly replaces Fluffy_Tummy's pillow with the satin one he's been drooling over. (I mean, seriously, it has a huge drool spot now, the store gave it to me for half off!) But, only over she covered it with glitter.