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The annual garden party of Scout Troop 57 had been a full success. Not only was there food and drink in abundance, the raffle for the funding of the construction of the new troop cabin had yielded an incredible five-figure sum. Troop leader Chris was beaming with joy. Being known as the most trusted and reliable scout in existence, it was his task to handle financial matters, and he was officially handed the bulging envelope with much applause.

After the last guests and the last overexcited junior scouts had gone home, Chris cleaned up the scattered remnants of the party, did the washing-up, put the party lights back in their boxes, stacked the chairs neatly in the chair stacking room, folded the flag. It was 11pm when the work was finally done. The last thing to do was to lock the cabin and take the raffle money home, so he could carry it to the bank in the morning.

Nobody could blame Chris for being a little exhausted after all this, so it was no surprise even his trained scout ears didn't hear the quiet footsteps in the hall. And it was no surprise that, at the end of a long day, even his escape and wrestling techniques trained in countless "capture the flag" games were of no avail against the two solid-built intruders. "ARRGHHHNNNHLLLPPPP!" was all he could muster before a juggling ball was forced into his mouth and 20 layers of thick duct tape were wrapped around his face. By that time, his hands had already been expertly tied behind his back, and minutes later, thick firm hemp ropes were pulled as tightly as possible around his arms and torso, their ends being knotted out of reach of his hands.

"You scouts are so typical", laughed one of his black-clad captors behind his black mask. "So trusting, so naive, so GOOD. You'd never think it was maybe a bad idea to be alone in an unlocked cabin in the woods with huge amounts of cash, eh? Well, you'll have to learn that the world is a bad place!"
"HMMMMPHHHHNNN!" moaned Chris.
"Cut the speeches, and let's get out of here," snarled captor #2.
"Yeah ALRIGHT. I was just thinking..."
"What"
"Scouts are really good at knots. Shouldn't we make sure that this one doesn't free himself until tomorrow?"
"We pulled the ropes as tight as we could, what else do you want to do?"
"Well, I mean, look around!"

Captor #1 gestured to the back of the large common room. Ropes of all lengths and sizes were arranged neatly on the wall, all for innocent scouting purposes. All in all, probably 500ft of solid high-quality rope.
"I see. You may be right."
"Of course I'm right. Would be a shame if..."
"...we didn't make use of this rope collection here. I agree."
Two pairs of eyes glanced at their helplessly squirming prisoner maliciously.
"NNNNHH! PLLHHH!" whimpered Chris through his massive gag.

But there was nothing he could do.

When the intruders finally left with the cash, more than half of the scouts' rope supply had been used to turn Chris into a rope mummy, with only the tips of his boots and his head left visible.
There were so many ropes around his body that he couldn't even roll around on the floor.
Not even his expert skills in knots would help him now.
The world, thought Chris, was indeed a bad place.

Description
The annual garden party of Scout Troop 57 had been a full success. Not only was there food and drink in abundance, the raffle for the funding of the construction of the new troop cabin had yielded an incredible five-figure sum. Troop leader Chris was beaming with joy. Being known as the most trusted and reliable scout in existence, it was his task to handle financial matters, and he was officially handed the bulging envelope with much applause.

After the last guests and the last overexcited junior scouts had gone home, Chris cleaned up the scattered remnants of the party, did the washing-up, put the party lights back in their boxes, stacked the chairs neatly in the chair stacking room, folded the flag. It was 11pm when the work was finally done. The last thing to do was to lock the cabin and take the raffle money home, so he could carry it to the bank in the morning.

Nobody could blame Chris for being a little exhausted after all this, so it was no surprise even his trained scout ears didn't hear the quiet footsteps in the hall. And it was no surprise that, at the end of a long day, even his escape and wrestling techniques trained in countless "capture the flag" games were of no avail against the two solid-built intruders. "ARRGHHHNNNHLLLPPPP!" was all he could muster before a juggling ball was forced into his mouth and 20 layers of thick duct tape were wrapped around his face. By that time, his hands had already been expertly tied behind his back, and minutes later, thick firm hemp ropes were pulled as tightly as possible around his arms and torso, their ends being knotted out of reach of his hands.

"You scouts are so typical", laughed one of his black-clad captors behind his black mask. "So trusting, so naive, so GOOD. You'd never think it was maybe a bad idea to be alone in an unlocked cabin in the woods with huge amounts of cash, eh? Well, you'll have to learn that the world is a bad place!"
"HMMMMPHHHHNNN!" moaned Chris.
"Cut the speeches, and let's get out of here," snarled captor #2.
"Yeah ALRIGHT. I was just thinking..."
"What"
"Scouts are really good at knots. Shouldn't we make sure that this one doesn't free himself until tomorrow?"
"We pulled the ropes as tight as we could, what else do you want to do?"
"Well, I mean, look around!"

Captor #1 gestured to the back of the large common room. Ropes of all lengths and sizes were arranged neatly on the wall, all for innocent scouting purposes. All in all, probably 500ft of solid high-quality rope.
"I see. You may be right."
"Of course I'm right. Would be a shame if..."
"...we didn't make use of this rope collection here. I agree."
Two pairs of eyes glanced at their helplessly squirming prisoner maliciously.
"NNNNHH! PLLHHH!" whimpered Chris through his massive gag.

But there was nothing he could do.

When the intruders finally left with the cash, more than half of the scouts' rope supply had been used to turn Chris into a rope mummy, with only the tips of his boots and his head left visible.
There were so many ropes around his body that he couldn't even roll around on the floor.
Not even his expert skills in knots would help him now.
The world, thought Chris, was indeed a bad place.