"Give me your El Tigre belt, El Tigre!"
"If you want me to take off my clothes you're supposed to ask me to dinner first!"
"Oh, that was real funny when I first heard it in 1973!" Dr. Chiopotle Jr grabbed El Tigre and tossed him towards the nearest wall of the warehouse they were in, throwing him hard enough to make a nice El Tigre-shaped dent. El Tigre was unfazed, though, and returned the favour with a swift punch using his extendable claws and knocking Chipotle to the other wall.
"Bah, copycat!"
"Copy tiger."
"I hate you." Leaping at El Tigre Dr. Chipotle prepared to punch him against the wall again, but El Tigre had gotten himself loose and ducked just in time for Chipotle's mechanical arm to slam against bricks and concrete.
"Stop moving so I can punch you!" Chipotle made to punch El Tigre again but the feline-based persona was too fast for him.
"Really Dr. Chips Ahoy, is that all you've got?" El Tigre asked with a smirk on his face.
"The name is CHIPOTLE!" The kid scientist threw an extra-hard punch which landed right on Tigre's face, sending him reeling towards the floor.
"Ow…that actually kinda hurt." El Tigre needed a few seconds to regain his composure, but alas Dr. Chipotle had tackled him and pinned him towards the ground.
"The belt is mine!"
"Never!" The situation descended into the two kids slapping each other childishly, with Chipotle trying to grab the belt and El Tigre trying to knock him off. With some time and a bit of luck, Chipotle managed to keep El Tigre occupied with his mechanical arm, but his normal one wasn't long enough to reach down and unbuckle the leather strap on his foe.
"Argh, curse you genetics!" Muttered Dr. Chipotle, so engrossed in his attempts to de-belt El Tigre that it took him a few seconds to notice El Tigre had stopped fighting back. "Hey, what-?"
Looking at El Tigre the kid scientist noticed that the kid below him had gotten a goofy grin on his face. Instead of trying to stop him El Tigre was just lying on the ground with an expression that could only be called bliss, a puzzled Chipotle looking down at him.
"What on Earth is…" El Tigre made a strange sound, which took Chipotle a few seconds to realise it was…purring? Looking around Chipotle tried to find what could've possibly caused this when he noticed he was still idly flexing his fingers when trying to reach for El Tigre's belt before. The fingers which were now lying on El Tigre's stomach, so…
"Really? You mean all this time I made tons of elaborate plans and guacamole monsters to defeat you, and all I had to do was give you a belly rub?" El Tigre only gave another purr in response, mewing happily. Rolling his eyes, Chipotle used his mechanical arm to reach over and take his prize – the belt.
With a flash, El Tigre turned back into Manny, who blinked twice, looked down, and shoved Chipotle away with more force than he really needed to.
"Dude! What the hell, man?" Chipotle was a bit too stunned to stop Manny when he grabbed his belt back.
"You know, I wasn't aware your El Tigre belt turned you into a half feline, too."
"I, uh…"
"How about a head scratch?" Dr. Chipotle proceeded to give a very annoyed Manny said head scratch, who slapped his hand away.
"Stop it."
"Ah, I see. Doesn't work when you're Manny. But I think this new discovery gives me a very interesting idea, indeed…see you soon, El Tigre! Hahaha!" With that, Dr. Chipotle bolted for the door, leaving Manny staring at his retreating figure.
"Note to self…buy helmet. And a really thick vest."
From the author: I know, cats don't really like belly rubs, tigers less so. But I feel that this story was too amusing not to write.