[WP] You stole a gym bag full of wands and starting arming your followers

"You get a wand! You get a wand! We all get wands!" I yelled throwing them in the air. My plan went off without a hitch and now my followers were armed with the best wands money could buy, but of course I didn't buy them. How would I get money? I spend my days working at mcdonalds and my nights influencing a malleable group of people. I had taught them, nurtured them to be my perfect army, full of enthusiasm and willing to die for me. After all, with enough charisma you can win anyone over, right? Especially people who think they're wizards. So I figure a little bit of petty theft of wands made for children is worth it to finally complete my plan of robbing my neighbors safe. "Master, you've given us weapons. When shall we dethrone the mighty beast?" Al asked. His wizard name was Garry Potter and he really had a way of helping me encourage my people. "Ah, Gary my loyal servant, soon we shall usurp the night dragon and reclaim what is rightfully ours!" The people cheered. Even thought it was only a group of 13, they sounded like 30. What they lacked in mental stability they made up for with enthusiasm let me tell you. Now you may ask, what is so valuable that's worth "brainwashing" 13 people. Well, my neighbor that stubborn old coot took something very dear to me oh very dear indeed. It's worth all the trouble I'm going through. I think. "Now! My people! You have trained well! Done extraordinarily well with all your combat practice, and now we will attack the dragon! But remember we must only use magic! It is the most effective way to defeat him! Now follow me!" I lead them through the park where we gathered down the street to my neighbors house. We broke down the door and I sent my followers in. I wish I could've seen the look on his face when good old Gary went in shouting "spells" that were actually a Spanish rendition of my lasagna recipe, but I had more important things to attend to. I went upstairs and straight into his bedroom. I knew the safe was in there, but where? I tore the place apart, clothes everywhere until I saw it. The picture on the wall. I threw it across the room to see the safe, the safe that I knew the combination too because he missed his poor dead wife so much he cried on their anniversary every year. Pathetic. I put the code and click there it was. Right in front on my eyes the most beautiful thing a man could ever see. Hidden behind the diamond ring he gave to his stupid wife and the battered old flag that must've been a mistake because it only had like I don't know 14 stars on it was the true treasure. The unopened signed record of Michael jacksons thriller was laying against the back of the safe. I grabbed it and flew out the door, knowing my prize was safe, and the police would never find the mysterious wizard Drundley who led his brigade of mages into poor old man Fuller's house.

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry I'm not a great writer but I had fun with it! Constructive criticism always welcome :)

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