Phantom Thieves: Pass Club
Pastimers Club
I have to ask you for a favor.
There's something I need you to find from the student council room.
The Banana Papers.
What's that?
I don't know much either.
I just know they have information on scandals at school.
And that the Student Council President is using it to blackmail students.
If it's true, it would be an invasion of privacy, don't you think?
So please, I want you three to steal it.
I see.
So we just have to use our toys to steal these so-called Banana Papers.
No, you can use whatever you want.
We can?!
Why would you ask us, then?
Because you smell sketchy.
She won't stop being mean!
B-But I don't think we're obligated to steal it.
A sumo wrestler figure.
We'll do it!
Uh... Olivia-sa—
Conversational English for Idiots.
I'll do what I can.
Y-You aren't going to buy me out that easily.
I'm not that cheap!
And a bottle of nail polish for you, Hana-chan.
From the dollar store.
It's one of the Three Sacred Treasures of the Popular Kids!
And then what happened?
Hey, what do we do?
I don't know.
I wonder if there's a good way to grab it.
There's actually something I want to try.
What's that?
How about we put out a warning?
Kasumi the First is coming
Kasumi talks like a complete dolt sometimes.
No way.
That's just going to look super suspicious!
B-But...
We can officially be phantom thieves now.
We aren't!
Boo.
Guys, hear me out.
Hanako.
You're late.
I was getting something ready.
I've been thinking, too, and I have a good idea.
What's that?
Check it out...
We can get stag beetles to steal it!
Why stag beetles?
Huh?
That's how you steal money out of offertory boxes.
Please don't say that like that's some kind of universal common sense!
Besides, there's no way a stag beetle is going to listen to you.
A-Also...
Wouldn't we look stupid, writing a warning that says
"We're taking the Banana Papers... with a stag beetle"?
You were going to spoil our crime plan in your warning letter?!
Don't worry, man.
Right, Stag-chan?
I mean, Fantômas?
She already gave it a name!
How am I supposed to say "no" when she's already attached to it?!
It'll work out, I promise.
Believe me.
A-All right.
Screw it, I don't care anymore.
And so Hanako trained the stag beetle.
Day in and day out, the stag beetle underwent unthinkably arduous training.
And finally, the day has come.
That was hard, hiding from the guard, huh?
Yeah...
I was hiding in the locker the whole time, but the door wouldn't open.
I thought I was dead.
The student council office should be here somewhere.
Student Council Room
All right.
It's locked.
I got this.
Fantômas, please.
Yeah! Good job!
All that training paid off.
Th-That's not the stag beetle I know.
Wh-Where could it be?
Fantômas.
Is this it?
It straight-up says "Banana Papers" on it.
It's not much of a secret, huh?
Do we just take this with us?
Let's go, hurry.
Yeah.
Huh?
It's not locked.
O-Oh, no!
Asobi Asobase
Woman of Terror
Oh, shoot, I forgot my homework hand-out on the student council room desk.
But what about the lock?
Huh?
It's not locked.
Wh-What now?
What are we supposed to do?
What shall we do?
Hand-out, hand-out...
There.
Sh-Shit, she's coming this way.
I'm so scared.
Huh?
The chair we just bought isn't in the right spot.
Let's put it back.
Wait, crap, I'm scared.
I need to get out of here.
P-Please don't let Hanako...
fart right now.
Sh-Shoot, my butt wants to breathe right now.
Breathe, my butt, without making a voice!
And then what happened?
That was a nightmare.
I said, "I'm sorry!"
I didn't think it would smell bad if it was a silent one.
Don't they call those "silent but deadly"?
But at least we managed to escape.
Not we just need to hand this over to Aozora-san, who's waiting outside.
Hey, wait.
Don't you want to get a good look at what's inside the Banana Papers?
I-I guess.
I guess we could take a peek.
Pastimers Club
Okay, here we go.
All the myriad school scandals laid bare in the Banana Papers!
It's the language teacher.
What does it say?
Um...
"The language teacher was taken to the hospital after licking potassium cyanide,
pretending to be a detective."
"His bizarre behavior was because of the Pastimers Club."
O-Oh yeah, he was gone for, like, two weeks after that.
I feel like we've learned something we shouldn't have known.
What else?
Mortal Enemies Popular Kids
"The Soft Tennis Club lost in the regional primaries
after every single player lost in the first round, having not won a single point."
"The reason for such a result...
is because Honda Hanako left for the Pastimers Club."
"The reason the Shogi Club president ended up with complex fractures all over was
because of the Pastimers Club."
"Time until she makes a full recovery and takes revenge on the Pass Club... 105 days."
"The café fire was caused by the Pastimers Club."
"The pen that Hanako was spinning has been recovered."
Guess I'll burn it.
Wait, wait!
Let me go! We need to destroy it and cover up our many crimes!
"Our"?
They were mostly Hanako-san's fault, weren't they?
W-Wait up!
Let's read a little more.
If we read a little more and find some secrets besides our own...
We can use those to our advantage and put ourselves in power.
Yeah, okay.
All right, let's check the other pages.
Right.
"The guidance counselor and...
the Swimming Club president...
are sisters."
Yeah.
What else?
That's so believable, it's not even useful.
"Olivia has...
a spicy scent coming from under her arms and between her boobs."
Who the hell sold me out?!
We didn't!
Lies!
I had that feeling these days, but I hadn't told anyone about it!
Hanako! It was you, wasn't it?
It wasn't! It wasn't!
Anyone in class would have noticed!
N-No...
Olivia...
It's okay, though.
You fall under the action threshold in the Ministry of the Environment's odor index.
So you're totally fine.
Hanako...
Olivia-san...
I don't think you need to worry about it, either.
People abroad say perfumes and stuff are made to smell good with body odor.
There are some gentlemen who love that smell.
And, besides...
We've gotten used to it.
Guys, I love you.
What should we do next?
I think I want ice cream.
That sounds good.
Raskin-Bobbins is open until eleven.
I want chocolate mint.
Chocolate mint? That's toothpaste.
You're missing out if you don't get that addictiveness.
Sure, sure.
They seriously left this here and went to grab ice cream?
Girls are seriously stupid.
Reports regarding Aozora Tsugumi
What should I do with the rest of this book?
I guess I'll photocopy all of it, and when I give it back,
I suppose I'll use all the information about the Pastimers Club
to negotiate with them again.
Asobi Asobase
Weirdo Go
They're still not done with remedial classes.
No one's around, which means I can make all the faces I want!
I got out of remedial classes early.
Crap, I don't feel like going in.
I should wait a little while after Hanako-san's done with her crazy, right?
Things were really bad when we barged in last time, too.
I shouldn't go in suddenly.
Oh yeah, Kasumi-san's desk...
She leaves her laptop in there.
No!
Not that!
My super-epic BL novel is in there!
Please, don't!
Stop!
Oh man, she's using Windows XP!
Kasumi-san takes really good care of her stuff.
Welcome Starting up
It boots up without a password!
I have to go.
I still have time!
Okay!
"Locked Up Love: The Taste of a Boy's Honey."
Let's see...
"The kind senpai from the Ping Pong Club traps the protagonist in the gym storage."
"'Please, don't!' I screamed in dread, towards a face
Note: Please enjoy with this imagery extracted from Hanako's measly imagination.
which I'd thought was so familiar."
"'How could you do this to me?'"
Nice, nice.
Stop!
All my secret desires are in there!
I hate to do this to you, but you'll have to shut up for a bit.
Is... Is that...
Is that the extra-sticky type of duct tape?!
That's right.
This is the extra-sticky type of duct tape.
"The duct tape had stuck to Senpai's tongue, immobilizing him."
Now!
Weird...
I feel like I just saw something I wasn't supposed to.
Oh, no...
I can't wait to erase it from my memory.
This is going to mess me up.
Let's put it back.
I want to know what she thinks.
Kasumi-san, are you done with remedial classes?
Hey...
Um...
Did you read it?
Norpe.
She had to have seen everything I was doing to ask that!
I have to change the subject. I have to distract her.
Hey, you know...
You're pretty...
weird, huh?
I'm finally done with remedial classes.
Huh? What's wrong, you two?
O-Olivia-san...
Kill me, please.
Kill me, too!
Asobi Asobase
Boobie Tragedy
Done.
Look, look.
You're so quick, Olivia.
It's the simplest one.
All I did was make a straight stitch and run elastic through it.
We have to take a picture and submit it along with the clothes, right?
Here I go.
I can't believe we'd have to submit our home economics project before summer break.
I-I'm done, too.
Whoa, Kasumi, you're done your difficulty level S shirt?
Let's take a picture.
Hang on, I'll get changed.
Maybe that's the wrong size.
All my work has gone to waste.
Does that actually happen?
This is how it always is.
Nothing good's come of having big breasts.
Even if I find cute clothes at the shop, a lot of the time, my breasts don't fit.
Just the other day, I found a cute shirt at the shop and tried it on, but...
The printing on the shirt screamed "no more" in its death throes as it cracked.
Printings don't talk, do they?
I swear, I could hear it!
It spoke directly to my brain!
By the way, I paid for it!
I want to hear such death throes, too.
What am I supposed to do with this?
I have a good idea.
A-A good idea?
Yeah.
I saw this fancy way of wearing it on a fashion magazine.
If you can't wear that shirt on top...
You can wear it as a bottom. Right?
Why would you lie that you have a good idea?
It's not a lie!
A model said it's in style right now!
Like this
Do you know about this, Hanako-san?
Huh? Yeah, totally!
Crap, I never knew about this.
Let's try it on as a skirt, then.
I mean, it's worth a try, right?
I-Is this right?
That's it.
Yup, yup.
Okay, Kasumi-san, look this way.
Say "cheese."
There.
And sent.
Wait, wait, stop!
I don't want the teacher to think I'm a weird student.
Kasumi-san...
People are all weird in one way or another.
N-No, I don't mean like that.
What to do, then?
We can't submit a photo with a full view of her cleavage.
Okay, let's do some emergency repairs.
H-H-H-H-H-How?
There isn't enough around your breasts, so we just need to add more fabric there.
I-I see.
Um...
I might mess up again if I do it.
Could you do it for me?
Sure.
First, we cut in a circle in the breast area.
And then we add some more with a bigger sheet, and...
There, done..
Try it on, Kasumi-san.
Okay.
Oh nuts, that's not what I had in mind.
It still feels tight around my breasts.
I'll take a look in the mirror.
Wait up!
I'll fix it one more time.
Please don't look in a mirror, even if your life depends on it.
Uh, Hanako...
Those are definitely nip—
Olivia-chan!
Shut up!
It's because I cut too small around it.
I'll try again with a bigger piece.
Uh... Where's the left over cloth?
I don't have enough.
O-Okay, let's combine it with the other one to at least hide her cleavage.
K-Kasumi, could you try it on again?
Okay.
At least her cleavage is covered now.
Hanako! Get a grip on reality!
You should wear it as a skirt.
B-But...
You look like this right now.
Kasumi-san, I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry!
Is there another way to wear it, other than as a skirt?
This is the last resort.
Kasumi-san!
What can I do to make it up to you?
Come with me to explain to the teacher what happened.
O-Okay.
It's just yours that's left, Hanako.
What did you make?
I feel really bad after what I just did to Kasumi-san's, but...
Ta-da, I made a yukata!
That's amazing!
Hanako-san's deliberately playing it cool.
I'm used to making yukatas.
I should have done that instead.
Oh, really?
Why did you make a shirt, then?
No one went for it, so I got too adventurous.
Okay, let's take a picture now, then.
Hang on, I'll go get changed.
Huh?
W-Well?
Nice!
Go stand over there.
Okay.
How does it look?
Huh?
I see your elbow jutting out weirdly.
What am I supposed to do?!
I think it's because you don't have enough sleeve width.
Kasumi-san, do you know how to fix it?
Yes.
Never mind.
You're totally scheming something!
Come on, now, leave it to me.
No!
Kasumi-san! Put down the scissors!
Japanese Pastimes, Please
Red Light, Green Light.
Red Light, Green Light
Captive
An infiltration technique for dispatching a target silently from behind,
Landmines
Captive
without being noticed by the target.
It is said to have begun in 1845, when Lieutenant Commander Richard Rodriguez
made use of it to improve the success rate of his missions.
The hell?
It was common at the time to hide inside boxes or in the shadows,
and skill was required of those carrying it out.
Snake!
I'm not Snake.
Nowadays, anyone can engage in an infiltration,
Landmines
Captive
thanks to the introduction of optical cloaking technology.
You guys again?!
Snape!
Uh, I'm not Snape.