Another fanfic, another AU. This is technically an alternate universe thing that's somewhat similar to the Hanna-Barbera High universe but, not isn't. That said I'm using Country's H-B High last name, just because.

This story's version of The Cattanooga Cats is just Country, Scoots and Groove, they haven't met Kitty Jo... yet. And they are just modern high school students, who happen to be in a band.

Story kind of inspired by that song, My Date with The President's Daughter by The Presidents of The United States of America, but not so much the move where it came from.

Country, Scoots and Groove belong to Hanna-Barbera


Chapter 1: Enter: Country McClaw

"Country! Yo, McClaw!" called out a short teenage green-furred cat, wearing a jean jacket with burgundy patches, a bright orange T-shirt, and a pair of burgundy dyed jeans. Atop his head was an orange baseball cap with burgundy splotches. With him, was a blue-furred cat, with scruffy black hair on his head, who happened to be on the chubby side of things, dressed in a white T-shirt that said 'I Am One Sexy Beast' on it, with a brown vest he found somewhere and a pair of orange dyed jeans. He liked having a pair of orange headphones around his neck at all times. This cat called out, "Come on, McClaw, this ain't funny! Where are you?" They were looking for their best friend, Country McClaw, when they finally found him, moping on the steps of a building. Country, a tall, skinny red-orange furred cat, was wearing a green striped jacket with a burgundy shirt underneath and a pair of blue jeans with a burgundy bandanna tied around one of the legs and a pair of white boots on his feet. On his head, he wore a dark green floppy hillbilly hat. "Come on, snap out of it, Country!" they said as they ran toward him.

Scoots, the green-furred cat, said, trying to cheer his friend up, "There'll be other gigs," but it didn't work, so he nudged the bigger cat to say something, in the hopes it would help, but when Groove opened his mouth...

"Look, Groove!" Country snapped, clearly not in the mood for this, "I don't need to listen to your poetry!", crossing his arms.

Country, Scoots and Groove are in a rock band together because each of them possess a very powerful passion for music but, unfortunately, something was missing and it did show in their music. One day, they hope to make it big, but for now, they are struggling to get gigs. Country, being the lead singer/guitarist of the group, has been taking it way too hard for some time.

"Come on, Country," Groove insisted, deciding that poetry was not going to cheer his friend up, bringing him up off the steps and on his feet, "Cheer up, we'll have better days soon enough," then asked, in an attempt to get him to see the bright side of things, "So what if they don't think we're good enough to play at a high school party?"

Country frowned at this, making him start to think that maybe, just maybe he shouldn't play music at all. But, it's his dream and has been for years. Was he really that bad? He was aware that their music was missing that spark whatever it is, was he the reason, did he suck it out? Maybe he should quit.

Noticing Country in his depressedly deep thought, Scoots, after he elbowed Groove in the gut hard, quickly asked, with a big smile, "You know what'll cheer us up?" He then paused for dramatic effect before point up into the sky, shouting out his answer, ignoring any passerby who stared at the trio, "The mall!"

"You want to ogle chicks?" Country asked, based on experiences he has had with these two. They may be teenagers, they may be his best friends but, they can be rather embarrassing at times.

"Maybe, it'll make you feel better," Groove said, with a grin, grabbing hold of Country's wrist, "Or we could just hang out by the food court," he then shrugged as he added, "I mean, we are going, two against one, McClaw.

Knowing that they did have a point, Country sighed, which his friends took as a yes, and they were off. Maybe watching people he probably doesn't know and will mostly likely never meet buy overpriced stuff will cheer him right up. So with that, Country followed his friends, listening to them talk as they headed for the mall.

"So?" Groove asked, resting his arms behind his head as he walked, "Did any of you watch President Catsby latest reelection campaign thing last night?

Both Country and Scoots had the same exact answer, "No."

But Country did have to say this, "Wow, gee, Groove, I didn't know you cared about politics."

"Then," Groove jokingly replied, chuckling, "You don't know me at all."

After that, Country pretty much let himself drone out his friends' conversation as he let his own thoughts reclaim him and stayed that way until they got to the mall. As soon as, Country walked into the mall, he looked around, not feeling any different from before, when suddenly he saw something that in his own opinion was truly special.

Both Scoots and Groove noticed that their best friend was no longer walking with them, so they stopped walking and talking, and looked back, seeing him just standing there, staring up at something. When they walked up to him, they did try to get him to blink and tried to move him but, failed. So they decided to look up and see just what or who Country was staring at.

They could not suppress the smirks that were growing on their faces.

To Be Continued...


I'll admit it, this chapter's short but, it'll get longer. Anyway, who was it that Country saw? Why am I even asking that? Should be pretty obvious.

This will updated kinda sporadically, if it takes me a year to complete a fanfic that's like six chapters long or something like that, so be it. That said this is my Valentine's day fic (And a day early! YAY!)

Let the games begin and see ya later, dudes. Happy Valentine's Day or whatever.