Snack Raid in Sector C

Well now… It was a fine, peaceful night in the county… until a ferret-lookin' waffle criminal named Kevin decided he 'knew a place with snacks.' And folks… y'all ain't gonna believe this. That place was the lab. Yes, that lab. And if you're wonderin' why the llama went along… She wasn't. She was outvoted by chaos. And that's how it started. Kevin said, "Snacks." Bob said, "Lead the way!" Llama said, "Absolutely not" and then sighed… "fine, okay." They weren't spies. They were a walking code violation. Country-fried chaos in motion. And somehow… They made it inside. Now Kevin's chewin' wires like it's gum, Bob's whisperin' "We're doomed" but still hums. Llama's holdin' a clipboard swiped off a desk, Tryna look official in a snack-based mess. The door said "Authorized Only: Do Not Touch." Kevin said, "What if I kick it?" and he did, too much. Now the hallway lights are flashin' red, And llama's thinkin' real hard 'bout fakin' dead. It's a snack raid in Sector C, Country-fried chaos, full throttle tonight, Kevin's ridin' that lab cart into the light, Bob's screamin' "This feels illegal!" Prayin' they don't get cuffed, spread eagle. A llama in boots, tappin' Morse code with nervous hooves. She's just tryin' to survive the day, And maybe find her car and drive away. Bob glows brighter every time he's scared, Kevin's wearin' goggles he found somewhere. He pressed a button marked "don't ever press," Now the janitor's floatin' and the fridge won't rest. Security's chasin' 'em down the hall, Llama flashes her badge like it means nothin' at all. Kevin kicks open the vending machine, Yells "SNACKS FOR ALL!" like it's some caffeine dream. Bob says, "We have to save him!" Llama says, "Save him from what? He IS the problem! Kevin's chewin' like a gremlin in a cornfield!" And she's just tryna make it thru the day. It's a snack raid in Sector C, Bob's glowin' like a UFO emergency. Kevin's mixin' M\u0026M's with lab supplies, Says "I'm not a threat. I just accessorize." The cameras blink, the robots scream, Llama thinks she just got canned mid-scene. They ain't heroes. They're a liability, Writin' crime in sweet tea and anxiety. They came for some snacks. That's it. Just snacks. But now llama's runnin' down a hallway full of waffle smoke, Bob's best buds with a chaos ferret, And Kevin's wearin' someone's ID badge as a hat. Llama didn't even want snacks at all; she just wants to go home. She's done clockin' in… just tryin' to make it out alive. It's a snack raid in Sector C, They've committed 12 felonies accidentally. Kevin's dancin' in a gravity-free zone, Bob's cryin', "I need my own drone!" Llama mutters, "Lord just take me home..." If anyone asks, she wasn't there, She was gettin' gas, breathin' prayer-filled air. And if you ever see a glowing snail, A rogue ferret, and a llama on the run… You didn't. You never did. And don't let 'em near your chips. (especially Kevin)