Ou Dorobou Jing in Seventh Heaven

Anywhere but Seventh Heaven...

It's not like I wanted to steal it.

I was just a little jealous of all that cash he had saved up.

Shut your mouth. You don't have any reason to be mad at me.

It's cuz all you do is sing, that we're so broke!

What?! Even you're freaked out after hearing the name Seventh Heaven.

What'd you say?!

Cut it out! Look at that kid there. Heading to the slammer, and humming without a care.

Kid? Where, I don't see any brats.

Jeez, way to tarnish our good name.

Got my tail grabbed by a punk cop and tossed into some puny prison...

Think of it as a exercise in social observation.

And you, telling me not to be pessimistic!

I see it.

First and foremost, the most important thing is not to come here a second time.

Other than getting three square meals you can't do much

as you're surrounded on all four sides.

You can't go five minutes without a guard passing by.

Welcome to Six Flags Over Nuthin'.

This is asylum number seven.

Get out, today's field trip is over.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter to you because there is no tomorrow for you.

Who's that?

Dunno.

Oh no, we're gonna die!

Settle down!

Huh?

No need to rush death with some wimpy mosquito like poison.

I'll be the one sending you to heaven.

Now then, nobody here has any regrets about leaving this life, do ya?!

My lovely angel here will guide you, so you better keep up!

C'mon...

You're the one, aren't you? The one who likes to think of himself as the bandit boy wonder?

There isn't any preferential treatment for juveniles here.

See this medal? It's not just for decoration.

It's proof that no one defies me.

Don't mess with Warden Maraschino!

Now, hurry up and go!

Look at all these scruffy bastards.

Hey, boy! As you see, no special treatment.

Try to have some fun without dying.

I'll do that.

How can you wear these crappy striped rags? What's wrong with you?!

I actually like the design.

Hey there, Chief, how about sharing some of your meal with me?

Then let me have that meat in exchange. You know, some of that blubber on you.

Sure, but not until I've turned you into mincemeat.

How about a little ham?

Ay, yaiyai...

What's going on?

Looks like he couldn't carry his own weight and took a spill.

On top of that wasting food...

What is wrong with prisoners these days?

Ha!

Already causing a commotion, are we?

Since we can get out of our cell so easily, let's just split, Jing.

Without getting the treasure?

Treasure? Here?

Of course there is.

What kind of treasure?

Dreams bought and gathered from all over the world.

Dreams? You mean the ones you have when you go to sleep?

Long ago, a magician, named Campari invented these things called "Dream Orbs"

which he made by crystallizing dreams.

"Dream Orbs"?

Campari bought all the dreams he could and made them into Dream Orbs.

He began selling people dreams they wanted and became very rich.

I bet you'd get rich doing that!

But isn't making money off of people's dreams kinda shady.

This guy sounds dodgy.

Bingo! That's why he's in here.

So, we are after the Dream Orbs, eh?

Yeah.

I'm not drunk...

Booze?!

I must be tired.

Wow!

Can you see all the chicks, Jing?!

Yeah...

This right here must be heaven.

Oh, please comfort this Ionely soul!

What is this?

Was this here before?

We're on the job, Kir.

Come on in, I left the door unlocked.

This is a prison; you can't get in any more trouble for breaking in.

Are you after the Dream Orbs as well?

No! That's absurd.

Why do you need to steal dreams

when you look to be an age that you can dream all the dreams you want?

'Cuz I'm the hopeless romantic type that is envious of people's dreams.

Whoa! My dream girl!

I've made these from the wax that drips from that candle.

Not much of a selection of material here, you know.

What a patient hobbyist.

In a prison like this, one needs something to believe in.

That guys needs something to believe in.

Clint, Clint... Where has my Clint gone?

Where are you my cute little mouse?

A mouse? It's probably scurrying around here somewhere.

Whoaa!

Whaaaaaa!

Clint...

Here we go, Kir.

Kir Royale!

Hey, more are still coming!

They... they must have quite a few relatives.

We should get out of here for now.

Yo.

Hey, the door isn't here!

What's going on?!

Over here, this is the only exit.

Young miss, lovely to make your acqu...

No time for messing around.

Miss, you are our savior, and hence a woman of the utmost importance.

To whom do I owe the honor?

It's Benedictine.

Mmmmm, such a nice name.

Our names might be "Food" if you know what I mean.

This way.

Mouse trap! I mean trapped by a mouse!

This way.

Nice!

Whew, we've descended quite a bit now.

I think we've pulled away from them.