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The Pencil Thief · Cap.2
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Wide view of the clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat holds up a chipped mug of coloured pencils with both hands, peering into it in horror, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on some boxes and a small white cat sleeps in a cardboard box on the floor.
Two stacked panels: a close-up of a chipped ceramic mug of coloured pencils on a wooden desk with an obvious gap among them, and below it a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sitting on a box, sipping a juice box with a flat expression.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass aloft in one hand and pressing the other to her chest in wounded dignity, scowling.
A chibi girl crouches behind a stack of cardboard boxes with only the top of her head, her cowlick and her narrowed amber eyes showing over the rim, magnifying glass held up beside her face. The desk with the pencil mug sits across the room.
Two stacked wordless panels of an empty corner of the clubroom: first a slab of afternoon sunlight lying across the floorboards, then the same corner later with the light gone low and deep orange.
A chibi girl in an oversized yellow coat is slumped fast asleep over the rim of a cardboard box, cheek squashed against it, magnifying glass dangling from one limp hand, while a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie stands beside her sipping a juice box and looking down at her.
Extreme close-up of a chibi girl's face snapping awake behind a cardboard box rim, both enormous amber eyes flung wide open and alert, her cowlick springing upright.
Two stacked wordless panels: the pencil mug tipped on its side on the desk with a pencil falling off the edge, and below it a small white paw with a pink collar and gold bell retreating into the shadow under the desk.
A chibi girl bursts out from behind the cardboard boxes, her oversized yellow coat flying out behind her like a cape, magnifying glass thrust forward in one hand and the other arm flung out pointing toward the desk, mouth open in a shout.
Close-up under a wooden desk of a very round white cat with a grey patch on her head and a pink collar with a gold bell, frozen mid-step with a coloured pencil held crosswise in her mouth, staring straight ahead. Loose pencils lie scattered on the floorboards.
Two stacked panels: a chibi girl and a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie haul the small white mini-fridge away from the wall, and below it the gap behind it revealing a large heap of coloured pencils on the floorboards along with a bottle cap and a hair tie.
A chibi girl crouches on the floorboards beside a large heap of recovered coloured pencils, staring at it with wide betrayed eyes, while a small round white cat sits neatly beside her looking away, entirely serene.
Wide view of the clubroom matching the opening page: a chibi girl proudly holds up the refilled mug of coloured pencils, while behind her back a small white cat bats a pencil off the far edge of the desk and a chibi boy on the boxes watches it fall.
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Wide view of the clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat holds up a chipped mug of coloured pencils with both hands, peering into it in horror, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on some boxes and a small white cat sleeps in a cardboard box on the floor.
Two stacked panels: a close-up of a chipped ceramic mug of coloured pencils on a wooden desk with an obvious gap among them, and below it a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sitting on a box, sipping a juice box with a flat expression.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass aloft in one hand and pressing the other to her chest in wounded dignity, scowling.
A chibi girl crouches behind a stack of cardboard boxes with only the top of her head, her cowlick and her narrowed amber eyes showing over the rim, magnifying glass held up beside her face. The desk with the pencil mug sits across the room.
Two stacked wordless panels of an empty corner of the clubroom: first a slab of afternoon sunlight lying across the floorboards, then the same corner later with the light gone low and deep orange.
A chibi girl in an oversized yellow coat is slumped fast asleep over the rim of a cardboard box, cheek squashed against it, magnifying glass dangling from one limp hand, while a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie stands beside her sipping a juice box and looking down at her.
Extreme close-up of a chibi girl's face snapping awake behind a cardboard box rim, both enormous amber eyes flung wide open and alert, her cowlick springing upright.
Two stacked wordless panels: the pencil mug tipped on its side on the desk with a pencil falling off the edge, and below it a small white paw with a pink collar and gold bell retreating into the shadow under the desk.
A chibi girl bursts out from behind the cardboard boxes, her oversized yellow coat flying out behind her like a cape, magnifying glass thrust forward in one hand and the other arm flung out pointing toward the desk, mouth open in a shout.
Close-up under a wooden desk of a very round white cat with a grey patch on her head and a pink collar with a gold bell, frozen mid-step with a coloured pencil held crosswise in her mouth, staring straight ahead. Loose pencils lie scattered on the floorboards.
Two stacked panels: a chibi girl and a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie haul the small white mini-fridge away from the wall, and below it the gap behind it revealing a large heap of coloured pencils on the floorboards along with a bottle cap and a hair tie.
A chibi girl crouches on the floorboards beside a large heap of recovered coloured pencils, staring at it with wide betrayed eyes, while a small round white cat sits neatly beside her looking away, entirely serene.
Wide view of the clubroom matching the opening page: a chibi girl proudly holds up the refilled mug of coloured pencils, while behind her back a small white cat bats a pencil off the far edge of the desk and a chibi boy on the boxes watches it fall.
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The pencil mug on the clubroom desk keeps getting lighter. Momo mounts a stakeout, loses a fight with her own eyelids, and wakes just in time to catch the thief mid-crime. This time the prime suspect is actually guilty — and there is a hoard behind the fridge to prove it.

Página 1

Page 1. A single wide panel. Late afternoon in the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — cardboard boxes, a corkboard, the mini-fridge, warm light through the square window. Momo stands at the low wooden desk holding the chipped pencil mug up in both hands, staring into it with enormous horrified eyes. Ganta sits on the stack of boxes, sipping his juice box, unbothered. Biscuit is curled asleep in her open cardboard box on the floor, the picture of innocence. MOMO: "A pencil is missing."

Página 2

Page 2. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. Top panel: a close-up of the chipped ceramic mug on the desk. Coloured pencils stand in it, one leaning out at an odd angle, a clear gap where another should be. Bottom panel: Ganta on his cardboard box, hood up, eyelids at half-mast, straw in his mouth. He is not invested in the crisis. GANTA: "You lost one."

Página 3

Page 3. A single panel, low angle looking up at her. Momo rounds on him. Her too-big coat flares. One tiny hand presses flat against her chest in wounded dignity; the other holds the magnifying glass high. Eyebrows down, chin lifted, absolutely certain of herself. MOMO: "I have never lost anything."

Página 4

Page 4. A single panel, eye level. Momo has taken up position behind a stack of cardboard boxes. Only the top of her head, her cowlick and her enormous narrowed amber eyes show over the rim, magnifying glass held up beside her face. Across the room, the low desk and the pencil mug sit in her line of sight. Biscuit dozes in her box nearby. MOMO: "Stakeout. Begin."

Página 5

Page 5. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. No dialogue — a silent time-passing beat. No characters in either panel. Top panel: the clubroom wall and floor. A long slab of warm sunlight from the square window lies across the boards, dust drifting in it. Bottom panel: the same corner later. The light has slid low and gone deep amber-orange, stretching long across the floorboards. The room is dimmer and quieter.

Página 6

Page 6. A single panel, eye-level two-shot. Dim evening light. Momo has lost the fight. She is slumped forward over the rim of the cardboard box, cheek squashed flat against it, eyes shut, cowlick drooping, the magnifying glass dangling from one limp hand. Ganta stands beside her sipping his juice box, looking down at her with zero surprise. GANTA: "You're asleep."

Página 7

Page 7. A single panel, extreme close-up. Momo's face fills the frame. Both enormous amber eyes are flung wide open, pupils sharp. Her cowlick springs back upright. Her red scarf is just visible at the bottom of the panel, the cardboard box rim in the foreground. Total alertness, straight from a dead sleep. MOMO: "There. Movement."

Página 8

Page 8. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. No dialogue. Top panel: the low desk in dim evening light. The chipped mug has tipped onto its side, pencils spilling across the wood, and one pencil is caught mid-fall off the edge of the desk. Bottom panel: under the desk. A small round white paw is mid-retreat into the shadow, the edge of a dusty-pink collar and a small gold bell just catching the light. The thief's face stays hidden.

Página 9

Page 9. A single panel, low angle. Momo erupts from behind the cardboard boxes. Her coat flies out behind her like a cape, the magnifying glass thrust forward in one hand, the other arm flung out to point at the desk. Mouth open mid-shout, eyes blazing. The clubroom is dim and orange around her. The cardboard box on the floor is empty. MOMO: "Freeze."

Página 10

Page 10. A single panel. No dialogue — the reveal. Under the desk, caught in the act: Biscuit stands frozen mid-step with a single coloured pencil held crosswise in her mouth, staring straight ahead with big round blank eyes. Her dusty-pink collar and gold bell catch the light. Loose coloured pencils lie scattered across the floorboards around her. She is completely unrepentant.

Página 11

Page 11. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. Top panel: Momo and Ganta together haul the small white mini-fridge forward from the wall, tiny heels dug in, Ganta still holding his juice box in his free hand. Bottom panel: the gap behind the fridge. A surprisingly large heap of coloured pencils lies on the dusty floorboards, along with a bottle cap and a hair tie. A cat's private treasury. Ganta's hooded head is in the corner of frame. GANTA: "That's all of them."

Página 12

Page 12. A single panel, on the floor beside the pulled-out mini-fridge. Momo crouches over the recovered hoard, magnifying glass held loosely, staring down at the pile of pencils with enormous betrayed eyes and a tiny wobbling mouth. Biscuit sits neatly beside her, tail curled around her paws, gazing off in another direction. Utterly serene. Not sorry. MOMO: "You were innocent once."

Página 13

Page 13. A single wide panel — the same angle and framing as page 1, closing the loop. Momo stands at the low desk holding up the refilled mug of coloured pencils in both hands, eyes shining, cowlick triumphant, thoroughly pleased with herself. Behind her back, at the far edge of the desk, Biscuit has already reached up and knocked a single pencil off the other side. It is falling. Ganta sits on the cardboard boxes, sipping his juice box, watching it go. GANTA: "She's doing it again."

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