>>15851401http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0BfoleWfVo"Kerokerokerokero!"
In a poofy cloud of dust, Froakie covers his entire body in frubbles. It's a risky disguise, but it'll have to do until he can get a hold of those flashy shades.
He sneaks throughout the wide-open area, stopping only when a set of eyes are on him. It's a good thing they're all just dumb, dopey NPCs. Their programming refuses to let them know that there's something fucked up about a foam statue in the middle of a rocky cave.
Nope. They don't think at all. Aside from a suspicious Houndour, but he doesn't act upon his thoughts because his grunt doesn't order him to. He does give him a dirty look though.
Froakie makes it to the mine cart thanks to this kind of stupidity. He crawls under the cart, sticking his hands on the bottom of it to get some climbing action on.
Climbing upside-down, he reaches the edge of the cart and peeks his head out. The lackadaisical grunt is right there, dozing himself off due to how boring guard shifts are.
"Froak."
"Gagh!"
A chill frubble to the back of the neck sends the grunt down. Before any of the other grunts can notice something's amiss, the frog pulls the unconscious man behind the cart.
Rip, tear, shred, rip, tear, shred.
Froakie hops out, now wearing his shades.
"Froakie, froak, froa.."
A) Address the grunts formally and respectfully, make them feel about themselves.
B) Head directly to the source of the operation.
C) Play things casual first in order to drop potential suspicion.
