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A Tail of Total Annihilation: Part 1

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Previously on "A Tail of Pickled Proportions"...


"Pinky, did you manage to put the body back EXACTLY where you found it?" A brainy mouse inquired at his henchman.

A slender mouse timidly stood behind his overseer's chair, his legs shaking vigorously. "Well, I... er.. yes, b-boss! None of them even noticed the dog's c-carcass had been m-moved!"

"Excellent. And the results from the blood tests only stand to prove my original theory: it's the shrooms."

"B-but, Brain, wh-how does that help us complete your g-glorious plan?"

The huge headed rodent chuckled. "All in good time, my underling. For now, though, I need you to focus on only one task, and one task alone..."

"-And, ah, what's th-that, boss?"

"Getting me that yellow mutt."



AND NOW: THE THRILLING CONCLUSION.


"What do you mean peanut butter has gone up in price?!" Brian screamed to a cashier at the local super market.

"Our sincerest apologies, sir, but as of five minutes ago, our labels are now out of date. The price of peanut butter has moved from $2.99 to $3.25. We hope that this slight change does not cause you too much dissatisfaction."

"YOU'RE DARN RIGHT IT DOES, seeing as how I've only got 3 ones in my wallet!"

"Again, out sincerest apologies."

Brian furiously threw the jar of peanut butter down on the register and stormed out of the store, slamming into a set of glass doors with a sign reading "out of order" duct taped on to them in the process.

"Well, you were almost hardcore" The meerkat inside the dog's ear taunted.

"Ah, shut it!"

Lacking his peanuty-sustenance, the pooch, his supportive companion in tow, made his way back to the apartment complex, planning to collapse on the couch and watch re-runs of old Nickelodeon cartoons for the remainder of the evening.

He was in the corridor leading to his room when he ran into a familiar face pacing about in a frenzy.

He sighed. "What's the Earth shattering problem now, Raymond?"

"Wha-?" The salamander leaped back, startled at the sudden presence of another entity, before loosening his clenched eyelids and confirming that the figure before him was a "friend".

"Oh, h-hello, Brian..." He muttered.

"Uh, hi ya... So, ah, ya wanna talk about what you've been tiring out those feetsies of yours for?"

"Huh?" The amphibian gazed down, inspecting the soles of his feet, before realizing what the dog had meant. "Oh, y-you mean that... Uh... P-PATROLLING, I was doing! Yeah, that's it..."

"Why not? Let's call it that. So, what was it all about?"

"Well, ya see, it was all about a-" the newt caught himself, swallowing the remaining words. "On s-second though, it's f-fine. I w-wouldn't wanna st-st-stress you out with all the d-d-d-details..." He stuttered, slowly beginning to back into the doorway of his room.

"D-don't worry about it, B-Brian..." he continued, "I'll, err... See you in the m-morning" he gulped, before casually slipping in behind the door, gently closing it with a "click".

"Well, gee, what was his problem?" Kameel's voice echoed through Brian's head.

"Oh, pffft. That's just Raymond being Raymond. 'Sure everything's fine." Brian paced over to his door and began rummaging through his keys.

"Now, which one of these is- YOW!" A bat abruptly and firmly struck the hound in the back of the neck.

A small yet intimidating voice boomed. "Darn it, you fool of a henchman! He's still conscious! Hit him again!"

A second blow was dealt to Brian's head, this time causing him to collapse on the floor, inert.

Kameel immediately tumbled out of the flea-bag's ear, lunging toward the duo of aggressors. "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" she roared before receiving a slug to the cranium herself, ruggedly skidding and toppling to a stop.

"Leave the rodent, drag the mutt!" the leader commanded his underling.

It was then that Raymond, in light of all the noise, peeked his head out from behind his door, and began staring in horror at the terrible event that was transpiring.

He ran toward the assailants in a panic. "No! It's-It's not right! Sammy p-promised me you wouldn't h-hurt him or anything! That's what he-"

"CLUB HIM."

And with that, the salamander joined the two in their unconscious state.

"Now, if we can just get the stray out of here before any other unfortunate souls become enlightened, I believe we should be fine." The head speculated. "FASTER!"




When Brian awoke, he found himself in a situation ironically similar to one he had been in before.

"Oh, great. Strapped down to an examination table again. That's just peachy. Twice in one month. Looks like I better start keeping tally."

The high pitched voice echoed to the right of him. "B-Boss, he's awake!"

"Excellent!" A lower voice exclaimed making his way into the room and springing onto the table.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am a prodigy; a genius; a god amongst mice; enlightened; free minded; and (quite frankly) not very nice; committed; strong witted; and a tad inhumane; who am I, you ask? My name is The Brain."

The dog chuckled "Uh-huh. And apparently, you rhyme, too!"

"THAT WAS FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT!"

"Really? It kinda gave off the opposite if ya ask me..."

"SILENCE! Now, my canine friend, I imagine right now you feel utterly terrified; helpless; filled to the brim with fear, torment, and-"

"Well, I was, until you started rhyming of course."

The large headed mouse clenched his fists in rage. "The things I do for spectacle." He muttered to himself. "Well, you WILL feel all of those horrible emotions in time, dog. For now, let us commence operation 'biological hijack'. Pinky, a demonstration!"

The slender rodent hopped atop Brian's head and sat down, wielding a massive, oversized remote control.

Brian then found that his bindings to the table had suddenly been released. "HA! Way to go, dumb butts! Now I'm just a hop, skip and a jump away from escape!"

The Brain smirked. "Oh, let me assure you: you are MUCH farther from escape than you think. ENGAGE!"

Pinky pushed an equally oversized red button on the remote, and Brian froze; he abruptly found that he was no longer able to move

"Hey, what is this crap!"

The mouse's fingers then danced on the remote, pressing a series of buttons, causing Brian, unable to control his own movements, to jump to his feet begin twirling in circles against his free will.

After a few moments he found himself climbing back onto the examination table, the lean mouse on top of him trying his best not to chuckle.

"'How?', I imagine you're thinking right now? Well, to put it in laymen's terms so that your impudent mind may begin to understand, I have managed to link your body's sensory apparatus to a neural interface which I alone have created via a certain microchip I have implanted into your body directly onto your upper brain stem."

"OH!" Brian exclaimed, "So THAT explains the red puddle of blood behind my neck!"

The mouse paced over to a marked blackboard in the corner of the the room, picking up a ruler and pointing to the series of equations written.

"So, if we divide this operation by the cube root of Pi, and then factor in that the resulting variable may or may not return as imaginary, then find the magnitude of the corresponding vector, then plug the value into the equation, 'x' is equal to '-b' plus or minus the square root of 'b^2' minus '4' multiplied by 'a' multiplied by 'c' and the entirety divided by '2a', we find that... Hello? Are you still listening to me? Pinky, is he sleeping?!"

"He appears to be, b-boss."

"STAND HIM UP, THEN!"

The sudden change of position forced Brian awake. "Uggghh... Wait, what were you sayin' again?"

"D'OH!!!" The mouse angrily leapt onto a nearby table. "The point is, mutt, that you are now under my complete and unrestrictive control, and there's nothing, I stress, NOTHING you can do to stop it! MWAHAHAHAHA!" The rodent laughed maniacally.

"But, what if I-"

"Shut up." The Brain pointed at his henchman sitting on Brian, who fumbled for a bit before pressing a button which caused the dog to uncontrollably punch himself in the jaw.

"Or I-"

"Shut up." The canine punched himself again.

"Or how about-"

"SHUT UP." The canine punched himself yet again.

"How 'bout-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Could I just-"

"SHUT UP!!!" The mouse placed his hands on his head, his patience running thin.

"Alright, 'Brian' as you're called, I'm tired of wasting my time with you." He swiftly removed a brown paper sack mysteriously from behind his back.

"Hey! That's my 'shroom stash! How'd ya get that!" He raised a disgusted eyebrow.

"Oh, I have my ways." He emptied the bag onto the table. "And it appears you keep a few other items in here as well... Hmm..." He sifted through them. "What is this orange flower, as it were, you have in here?"

"What do you mean 'what is it'?" He said in a mocking voice. "It's a fire flower, ya know, from those Mario games?"

The mouse was stunned. "Wait, so you mean to tell me this WHOLE time, all these ''shrooms' people have heard you speak of have merely been power-ups from a popular video-game franchise, not ACTUAL ''shrooms'?!

"And this is NEWS to you? Wow, you sure are slow!"

"Bah! Regardless, this only stands to In fact BENEFIT my plan! Pinky, open his mouth!"

"Wait, hold up-AHHH!"

"Now, dog, you like these ''shrooms' and, um, other assorted Mario power-ups, correct? Well, get ready for the biggest high of your life, cause when you awake from this transpiring, you'll be nothing more than my pawn, or, should I say, MY DRONE."

He turned to his henchman. "Pinky, make sure you force him to digest every last one of those... Things, and remember to run the 'Evil.exe' program through my interface chip when you're done."

The underling pondered for a bit. "Ah, wh-what was that one again, b-boss?"

"IDIOT! It's the one that brainwashes him into thinking he's on our side, you know, so we don't face any so-called 'mental resistance'. Make sure it finishes installing completely, too; I'd hate to have his personality re-surface like in that one god-awful movie The Host. Now, GET TO IT!"

"Y-Yes, sir..."




"ARCHIE!"

The young fox dove behind the couch in fear as Furball stormed into their luxurious plane house, clenching his fists angrily. "You're not going to believe this! They rose the price of peanut butter from $2.99 to $3.25! This is outrageous!"

Archie peered out over the couch, tilting his head in confusion. "Why do we need more peanut butter? We already have plenty in the cupboard."

"You just don't understand, Archie. You just don't understand."

Suddenly, Rae pushed her way past Furball, panting heavily. "Y-you guys aren't going to believe this..!"

"Peanut butter went up from $2.99 to $3.25, I already told Archie!" Furball exclaimed.

"No, not that, on my way here, I-" she paused. "Really, peanut butter went up in price? That's outrageous!"

"What were you saying before?" Archie climbed over the couch, falling onto it upside down, legs dangling in the air.

"Oh, right! On my way here, I saw these two mice, dragging Brian, Kameel, and some weird salamander guy with a nice scarf through the forest!"

"Darn, that sucks." Furball yawned, walking across the room. He pushed the kid fox to the other side of the couch, grabbing the television remote. "I'm sure that'll work itself out."

"But aren't we going to.." Rae paused again, thinking for a moment. "Wait, why do I care? That stupid meerkat tried to kill me last time we saw each other."

"Yeah, but, they're our.." Archie tried to chip in, but found himself pausing as well. "Are they even our friends?"

"No, not really kid." the feline replied. "Besides, I'm sick of saving them over and over again. I mean, I saved Brian from Sammy when we first met, then Shrek, then an evil spirit, then Sammy again, pickle monster included, I mean, COME ON! Now we gotta do it AGAIN? No thanks, we're staying right HERE, and watching some good ol' television!" he flipped the TV on, kicking back on the couch.

"Jesse, we have to cook!" Walter White exclaimed.

"Why is that, Walter?" Jesse asked.

"Because it's time, for...BREAKING! BAD! FOOD!"

The audience cheered as the flood lights lit up the stage, with Walter and Jesse standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"That's right, folks! Today, we're going to be showing you how to create the most amazing risotto dish!" Walter clapped his hands in excitement, as his son dropped his crutches and collapsed in the background.

"Last week, they made a pizza on top of a garage. It was really informative." Furball nodded.





"OH GOD, IT HURTS! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN! I PROMISE!"

Kameel released Raymond's arm from behind his back. "Oh, so, you meant for Brian to get kidnapped, but not for me, and by extension, yourself to get uncomfortably locked in a packing crate. Am I correct in that statement?"

He sucked his tears of agony away. "No, it's just... Well, I had to... Kind of..."

"Kind of?!"

"I just... I just HAD to listen to him..."

Kameel jerked the amphibian's scarf towards her. "Look, buddy: if you're being intentionally vague for the sake of building up tension, let me be the first to tell ya: it ain't working." She gripped his wrist. "Be blunt with me or the arm comes off."

"Okay... You see, by 'he' I meant my uncle Sammy and..."

"'Sammy' you said? Alright, I've heard enough. Kiss the ground and pack your bags for eternity, kid; You're a dead slug now."

"NO! SPARE ME!"

At that very moment, a 1972 Chevy Monte Carlo pulled up nearby. Out of  its dapper interior came a lanky man sporting a dashing Hawaiian flannel shirt and an equally sporty pair of black shades; not to mention a groovy combover hairdo.

"What's that my ears are detecting? An animal or two or three in need of my PRISTINE services?" He eccentrically waltzed his way up toward the abandoned warehouse, grinning zanily as he approached the wooden crate trembling in front of him. "Mmmhm, It DOES appear so!"

The man reached for the crowbar conveniently resting atop the box, prying the lid off of it effortlessly.

He gazed into the box intuitively.

"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! You don't have to end my life so painstakingly slow, do ya?"  

The stranger removed his sunglasses, now looking directly at the two.

"Don't fret, my fuzzy, animal, companions! I, ACE VENTURA, pet detective, have come to rescue you from this, 'boxy', fate, you are now, threatened with!"

There was an awkward pause. Kameel peered up at the toon of a man perplexingly. "Is this some kinda joke? How do we know you're not the one who threw us in here; that you're not in cahoots with the rats?"

The detective scratched his head. "Only wish I knew what you were, talking about, Ms. meerkat. But, if it's any, CONSOLATION, I'd gladly give ya fellas a lift!"

"Wait, you've got a car?!" Raymond beamed with delight. "Cool! You'd really do that?"

He smirked. "In regards to your first question, that would be, a resounding, YES, and, to your second, YES."

The salamander leaped from the box. "Great! We'll take ya up on it, then!"

"ALLRIGHTY THEN!"

The three climbed into the vintage automobile, some more reluctantly than others.

Ace, siting in the driver's seat of the vehicle, jerked his head back to the look at the duo. "So, where to, may I ask?"

Suddenly there was a loud "BOOM" out in the distance, accompanied by the sound of twisting metal and crumbling concrete.

Kameel stood up. "I'll tell ya where: straight toward that that noise! Now, FLOOR IT, PUNK!"






"Hey, did you hear something?" Archie hopped off the couch, darting over to the window.

"Just the sounds of Walter and Jesse cooking." Furball shrugged. "Now they're creating a tomato basil soup inside a bathtub."

"No no, not that." The fox retorted. "Like some sort of boom, out in the distance!"

"It's nothing that concerns us, kid. Today is, 'we sit at home and watch television' day, not 'go out and save Brian and the rest of the world' day."

"Here, tell ya what, Archie." Rae walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go to the mall, and you can see that everything is perfectly fine. And while we're there, you can buy me stuff."

"Er, buy you stuff?"

"Yup. As payment for putting that mind of yours to rest. Maybe you should buy me some jewelry, or new shoes.."

"We don't even wear shoes." Furball chipped in.

"I could use a pair anyway. Now come on, let's get going."

"You two go ahead without me. I'm gonna enjoy 'sit at home and watch television' day." Furball yawned, laying back on the couch. "And bring me back some pie!"



Archie and Rae stood in fear inside the elevator within the mall, cowering as Ray Rice stood next to them.

"You know what my favorite headphones are?" he asked them.

"Er...I-I don't know.." Archie gulped.

"Beats."

The elevator doors opened, and the two foxes darted out immediately. The mall was very lively. People were running in fear in the opposite direction in which Archie and Rae were running towards. The two soon slowed down, catching their breath next to a poster advertising Chris Brown's new headphones, 'Beatings, by Chris Brown'.

"I wonder what all these people are running from?" Archie nervously twiddled his thumbs. "I wonder if this is where that noise came from.."

"Oh relax already Archie, you're-" Rae gasped in awe as her eyes landed upon something shiny. "I-is that the new iPhone over there!?"

"Huh?" the male fox followed her gaze, seeing the phone sitting on a shrine inside the nearby Apple store. "Oh yeah! I hear when you sit down, it bends in your pocket!"

"Yeah! Then you can use it as a boomerang! Apple is really getting innovative with their designs." Rae praised, her hands clasped together as her eyes beamed with delight.




The Chevy pulled up next to a gaping hole in what appeared to be a concrete structure, with strings of red, twisted metal spiking out of its edges in all directions.

"WE HAVE ARRIVED!" The super sleuth exclaimed, once again removing his sunglasses.

Kameel rolled her eyes. "Great deduction there, Sherlock". She turned to Raymond. "C'mon! We're checking this place out!"

The salamander gulped. "W-W-We?"

She leaped onto his now shivering skull. "What kind of a question is that? What do ya think this is, a dumb 90s cartoon? YES!"

"Will you two fellas be needing my, assistance? I am an FDA licensed animal escort, you know!" Ace offered, leaning back in his seat looking at the two through the rear view mirror.

"Sorry, buddy... We don't roll with YOUR kind."

The detective cocked his head and pondered a bit, then sprang it back up. "Ah! It's cause I'm a 'human being'! I gotcha! I'll just be, waitin' in here!"

The meerkat grabbed Raymond by his patch of purple hair and began jerking him out of the car and into the building, tears of terror and all.

However, just before the suricate stepped through the breach, she happened upon a set of paw prints leading in the opposite direction.

She dropped the amphibian's face in the dirt. "Hold up a sec! Check these out!"

Raymond lifted his face and coughed up soil. "Wh-What? A-Are we still alive?"

"I knew it! These prints have gotta be Brian's; their size matches up perfectly!"

"But... How would you KNOW how big his feet are anyway?"

Kameel stamped his head back into the earth. "Do I REALLY even need to bring my height into this?" She shifted her eyes to the investigator, gesturing toward the impressions. "Yo, loud mouth! Take us that-a way; in the direction of those tracks! NOW!"

"You mean, toward the, HIGHLY urbanized center of this fine metropolitan area? Righto, missy! Anything for my, fluffy little chums!" He jerkingly turned the key in the ignition as the two animals climbed back inside.

Kameel shot the man a glare. "Call me one of those again an your head and that wall might have something in common."

He recklessly slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. "ALLRIGHTY THEN!"




"I uh...hope you like your new iPhone.." Archie sulked, walking out of the Apple store.

"Are you KIDDING!? I love it!" the vixen giggled, reaching into her pocket and pulling it out, before gasping. "I-it's bent already!?"

Archie sighed, his tail drooping behind him. "And there goes every cent I had saved up.."

"Wait, you spent your ENTIRE savings on me?" she gulped, looking down at the bent iPhone with a guilty look on her face. "Crap...er...I...well, at least I didn't just steal it! That's progress, right?" she laughed nervously.

"Yeah, that's..." the little fox gasped and quickly pushed the vixen out of the way, as a Chevy Monte Carlo roared past them. The two had their backs pressed against the wall, panting as they watched in disbelief. "D-did a car just zip by us in a MALL!?"


The car in question drove through a crowd of people, knocking them out of the way. "Awwww, nobody wants to play with me!" Ace whined, bouncing around in his seat for no apparent reason.

"M-maybe we s-should slow down..?" Raymond pleaded from the backseat. "O-or maybe we s-should have just left the c-car in the parking lot?"

"Nonsense!" Ace objected. "Check this out!" he yelled, making a sharp turn, causing the car to flip through the air, smashing through the window of a Hot Topic. "Like a glove.."

The trio crawled out of the wreckage, just as the two foxes approached the scene.

"Kameel!" Rae growled, as her eyes landed on the small meerkat.

"Rae!" she growled in return, clenching her fists.

"Kameel!"

"Rae!"

"Kameel!"

"Rae!"

"Kameel!"

"Rae!"

"Guy with scarf that I've never met before!" Archie joined in, just standing there.

"I-I don't want to be here!" the salamander responded.

The meerkat rolled her eyes, before returning her attention to Rae. "I got a bone to pick with you, FOX!"

"Oh yeah? Bring it on!"

Suddenly, SpongeBob Squarepants stepped in between the two. "No. Let's bring it off."

"You foxes make me sick, you know that?" Kameel spat. "And you, lover boy, you're probably so stupid, I bet she's taking all of your money right under your nose!"

Rae hid the bent iPhone 6 behind her back, whistling nervously.

At that moment, there was yet another loud "BANG!", or at least there would've been, if the hole that the left in the wall Monte Carlo hadn't been there already.

Slowly approaching the animals was a yellow canine, grinning eerily profusely; his hands pulsating with a bright orange aura.

Kammel's ears shot upward at the sight of Brian. "Hey, you wimp! Ya feel good about letting those rodents throw me and that slime-ball in a crate? I mean, JEEZ, do you suck at fighting! You're lucky all they had was a bat or..." She stopped, noticing that the dog's massive smirk still had not faded despite what she had said.

Archie stared at the pooch in terror. "Uh, Kameel? Something doesn't feel right..."

"Oh, I get it." She exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "You went and got yourself possessed by one of those ghost-thingies again like that fox told me about! Gosh, you're even dumber than I thought!"

"You know what I like MOST, Kameel?" The dog questioned.

"HA! Getting your butt kicked, obviously!"

"DESTRUCTION."

He began laughing maniacally, extending his palms and spraying streams of broiling flames all around the mall, burning all of his surroundings to a black crisp.

"NO! NO! NO! NOPE!" Raymond, cried, darting toward the wreckage of the Monte Carlo at record speeds.

Rae shrugged. "Whelp, that sounds like as good an idea as any". The other three followed, jumping into what remained of the back seats of the vehicle.

"IT'S ALL GONNA BURN, BABY!" The pooch screamed, setting fire to a JCPenny advertising the new One Direction clothing line.

Ace was still lounging in the driver's seat. "So, where to now, my, buddies?"

"Anywhere but here! Floor it!" Archie screamed, his eyes locked in a vise of horror at the events transpiring.

The sleuth twisted the key, receiving only a muffled growl from the car in response.

"Whelp, that's a problem and two-and-a-half-thirds!" The man exclaimed.

"What? Wh-Why are we still here?" Raymond fussed, his head buried between his legs.

"This, automobile, it appears, is temporarily, out of commission, as it were!"

Brian began marching toward the five yet again, rubbing his glowing hands together eagerly. "IT'S MASS-MURDERING TIME!"

"W-we're all d-doomed!" Raymond cried, covering his eyes.

Rae watched the canine approaching at a ridiculously slow and dramatic speed, forming a ball of flame within his hand. She turned to Archie in the back seat of the car, taking his hands. "Archie, if this is the end, I just want you to know-"

Suddenly, just in the nick of time, Brian found himself being struck in the face by a large pizza. "Aghhh! The pizza is aggressive!" he cried, stumbling backwards, before falling down a nearby flight of stairs.

Kameel peered out the window, frowning. "Oh joy, the whole gang's here now!"

"Pfft, the 'gang' isn't complete, without the most important member." Furball grinned as he stood heroically in the distance, dusting his hands off. "You guys owe me a pizza."

"Why don't you just fly your stupid little plane house to the nearest Pizza Hut and buy it yourself!"

"Ahh Kameel. You're as pleasant as ever I see." the feline rolled his eyes. "Now get your butts out of that car, before-" he paused, tilting his head as he saw Ace sitting in the drivers seat, bouncing around as if he was actually driving. "Why is Ace Ventura here?"

Ace removed his shades swiftly, looking back at the cat with a grin. "I came to confess. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll."

"T-that...that isn't even relevant in our world.." Archie countered, before opening the door and stepping out with the others.

Kameel could hardly contain her anger, glaring up at the vixen next to her. Rae just rolled her eyes, unfazed as she spoke. "Now we really should get out of here, before Brian-"

"I have LITERALLY been here for like, a minute. How long do you think it takes to go up a few stairs?" the canine snickered, standing a few feet away from them.

"Y-you people spend way to much time talking...what is this, Naruto?" Raymond stuttered, twiddling his thumbs around nervously.

Then, out of nowhere, Ace pushed his way past the mammals, standing toe to toe with the yellow mutt. " I'll have you know that I have the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose. Throw a punch, I DARE YOU!"

"Tough guy, huh?" Brian growled with a smug look on his face, before lighting Ace's sunglasses on fire. The pet detective freaked out, dancing all around as he frantically pulled them off, then proceeding to toss them at the dog. The sunglasses simply bounced off of him, landing on the ground.

"Take that, you winged spawn of Satan!"

"I don't have wings!"

"Why does Brian always get to have the cool powers?" Furball pouted, crossing his arms as he stood next to Archie. "Furthermore, why are we still standing here!?"

"For once, I agree with the stupid cat. Let's get outta here!" Kameel ordered. As the mammals attempted to flee, the meerkat purposely stuck her foot out, tripping the vixen in the process.

"Oh man, that was COLD." Brian grinned. "I better turn up the HEAT!" he yelled, swinging his arm through the air, creating a wall of fire between the fleeing animals, and the door. Archie had predictably ran back to help Rae up, giving Brian two easy targets. "Boy, it's almost as if that meerkat is on my side or something!" the canine laughed, extending an open hand out towards the foxes. "Time to have us a barbecue!"



"Pinky, you impudent idiot! Enough with the cheesy one-liners! Get to killing those bottom-rung bipedals IMMEDIATELY!"

The mouse's hands were trembling at the controls. "Y-Yes, sir..." He muttered in response as his leader left him, positioning a feeble finger above a the over-sized red button labeled "fire".

But, with a sudden burst of confidence, the underling swiftly and firmly lowered his digit down into the control, hoping to at long last satisfy his superior enough for the pundit mouse to give him praise for the first time in his life.

He gaped at the viewing monitor intently, waiting for the thrilling sight of the foxes to being reduced dust and ash.

Seconds passed. Nothing happened.

Pinky jammed his finger into the switch again. And again. And again. A fifth time, a tenth time, a twentieth time, but there was still no response from Brian.

"B-B-B-BOSS! IT'S NOT WORKING!!" He screamed in utter grief and disbelief. The heavy headed rodent re-entered the room, his patience now at the end of its rope.

"Of course it's not, fool! The time limit on the power up has passed; it's been all used up!" He shook his head in irritation. "Switch to another power, for crying out loud! Heck, since I'm doing practically all your thinking FOR you at this point, switch to the 'ice' one, why don't you?!"

He furiously marched out of the chamber, leaving Pinky alone with his tears.



The flames restricting the mammals (and the amphibian... We can't use that vague terminology anymore) abruptly vanished, as the aura surrounding the pooch's palms shifted from orange to a vibrant blue hue.

"Scratch that, dudes and dudettes," he asserted, "looks things are about to get COLD after all, ICY COLD, INFACT! HAHAHA!!" The mutt cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers in pure anticipation.

But, blinded by his own ego, the fiend had failed to notice that the five were gone; his dawdling had give them more than ample time escape their frozen fate.

"Ah well, never mind those losers. Who cares? They'll probably all end up in the ground anyway when they stick around for the 'primary objective'!"

The hound stared off through a window at the distant urban skyline and chuckled.
And this is thrilling conclusion (or at least HALF of the thrilling conclusion)  to the first saga of stories I've written with Mr. :iconfoxytoast:. As always, it envolves my cast of characters (all of three of them thus far), as well as his, not to mention a few others that we MAY OR MAY NOT have the rights to use, but, ah, I'm sure Waner Brothers won't get their panties in a wad! =P

En-yoy, my peeps... Yup. That sounded much better in my head...


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KosmoKOYOTE's avatar
My mind(What little  there was of it)is now officially gone kablooy!!!You guys
have turned out a masterpiece!!!!Man Ive got to read that next chapter.I'm texting
this from Blown Skull Nevada where i know reside and now live with a pack of coyotes!
YIP YIP YIPPY KIYOOOOOO!!!Wacky Warner Icon! happy run