**NOTE-**
Although the Beagle Babes and Beagle Boys are cousins in canon, this fanfic is meant to take place in an alternative universe where the Beagle Babes are just a rival criminal gang, so there's no relation between the two groups. Ma Beagle and the Beagle Babe's mother were close friends rather than sisters, and they raised their children together, thus the premise for this story.
This story is a collab with Teacakies and wouldn't be possible without her!
Chapter One
The young patrol officer was just making his evening rounds around the block when he heard that sultry, alluring voice purring out from behind the prison bars.
He knew better than to get involved with the prisoners, especially these three- the Beagle Babes. But there was just something about that voice and bit of leg slipping through the steel that intrigued him so.
Her voice spoke again, sensual and breathy as she pressed against the iron.
"Excuse me officer, do ya think ya could help a lady out?"
It wasn't long after that the klaxon started to scream its warning, echoing off the walls of the penitentiary: "The Beagle Babes have escaped!"
And three shadows bolted over the grounds and into the woods, where the searchlights finally lost sight of them.
"Good show, girls," panted Babydoll in her raspy voice, looking at her sisters with approval as they took a much-needed break for some air. "That poor chump had no idea what was comin'!"
Babydoll was the youngest of the Beagle Babes, a spunky little spitfire with her light brown hair drawn into corkscrew curls.
"Rookie," Bouffant, the eldest, grinned, gathering her huge red beehive updo in her hands and stroking the kinks out of it. Although she was typically the leader of the threesome, the idea had been Babydoll's, not hers; but the strongwilled Beagle Babe had been excited to test her skill all the same. Overpowering men physically always gave her a thrill.
"You'd think he'd never seen a bit of skin before." Her eyes went to the middle sister, Boom-Boom, and she winked.
The bubbly, wavy-haired blonde giggled, not altogether sure how they'd pulled it off so easily herself. All it had taken was a jiggle of her chest, a flutter of her eyelashes.
"But what do we do now?" Boom-Boom asked, looking around at the dense forest surrounding them. It was dark and cold, and a sprinkle of snow was starting to frost the treetops. They couldn't linger in this dump for long- it couldn't be good for the complexion.
"Thing is, the coppers will be lookin' for us," Babydoll said, putting her gloved finger to her chin thoughtfully. "We can't just head back home. They'll be settin' an ambush for us, no doubt about it." She turned to Bouffant. "So what's the plan?"
Bouffant thought for a moment, and then a smile spread across her face. "I know just the place!"
xxx
Sometime later, the girls found themselves in a rural lodge on the edge of the forest.
With only one car left in the lot and the snow coming down harder, there wasn't much room for decision-making. Babydoll smashed the window with a well-placed kick and Bouffant wriggled a pin from her hair, expertly popping open the door and then starting the motor.
"So how far is this hideout you're thinkin' of?" Boom-Boom asked, sitting shotgun as Bouffant stepped on the gas and the three Beagle Babes sped off into the white night.
"Oh, not too far," Bouffant said, smiling and flooring the car's pedal. It felt so good to be free again, driving out on the open road!
In the backseat, Babydoll rolled down the window and took a deep breath of the freezing air racing past. "Whoohooo!" she shouted, giddy on the adrenaline of their escape. Nothing could possibly go wrong now!
xxx
"Here?! Why'd you drive us out here?" yelled Babydoll as the car sputtered to a stop.
The Beagle Babes got out of the car and looked around at the forested valley and isolated log cabin before them.
"It was the first place I could think of," Bouffant defended herself. "Besides, no way the cops will find us out here."
"It looks like the place is abandoned," Boom-Boom noted, peering into a window from the porch. "I don't see anyone home..."
Babydoll wrenched the door open and walked into the old wood cabin, eyeing it corner to corner with disgust.
"Ech!" she gagged. "Looks like this place hasn't been cleaned in about ten years." Her sisters followed her in, looking around the old place that they used to spend their summers as children. It really hadn't changed.
"Hmm," Bouffant said, opening up the fridge, "There's some food in here. But who knows how old it is." She noticed a coffeepot with some leftover cold coffee and quickly brought it to the mustard-stained microwave to heat it up.
"We might as well make ourselves at home, girls! We oughta brace ourselves for the storm that's coming."
Boom-Boom nodded, rubbing her arms in the chill and sitting down at the table with a tired yawn.
Babydoll groaned. "Fine. But don't expect me to like it!"
xxx
Some hours later into the night, another car came chugging down the driveway to Ma Beagle's old cabin. Bankjob, Babyface, and Bugle were dead on their feet, downtrodden and exhausted after another failed bank robbery on the outskirts of town.
Bankjob, a hulking and muscular Beagle Boy, and also the eldest of the brothers, had his eyes narrowed and chiseled jaw set tight as the car bumped down the rocky drive. He wasn't in the mood to talk.
"H-hey, Bankjob," Babyface spoke up timidly, "Things coulda gone worse, y'know?" The little Beagle Boy was often knocked for his immaturity and tubby size (and by the way he dressed, specifically due to his childhood propeller hat, it was no wonder), but in spite of that, he was a full-fledged adult, and tried his best to prove it.
Babyface put his hands on his brother's seat, trying to brighten him up. "At least we escaped this time!"
Bankjob just made a loud grunt.
"Don't worry about it, Babyface," Bugle turned around, lifting his characteristic shades and reassuring the young Beagle. "Man's just being dramatic." Not much fazed the cool and aloof beatnik Beagle, at least in terms of his brothers' infantile behavior.
"What the-!"
Bankjob slammed on the breaks several yards from the house, eyes widening as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Do you guys see that car there?" He pointed at the vehicle silhouette lit up by the light of the kitchen.
Bugle and Babyface both gasped softly.
"Could be the cops!" Bankjob whispered, grabbing his gun from his side and stepping out of the car into the snow.
"Oh, man," Bugle groaned as the brothers quietly approached the house. This was not good.
Bankjob crept to the doorstep, with Babyface nervously clinging to his side.
"HA!" Bankjob leapt in and raised his gun to shoot.
"AAAAAHHH!" The three Beagle Babes shrieked.
Babydoll grabbed her gun and pointed it right back at Bankjob, hand on the trigger.
Bankjob lowered his piece, a look of shock on his face. "Bouffant?"
The redhaired Beagle Babe, breathing hard and clutching her chest, flashed him a grin. "Aw, Bank. How nice. Long time no see."
"Wh-what are you doing here?!" he sputtered.
Bouffant chuckled. "You're so cute when you're upset."
"I'm not upset, I'm-!" Bankjob turned to Babydoll. "Would ya put that down? It's just us!"
"All the more reason to shoot," Babydoll growled, slowly lowering the revolver.
"Bankjob, what's goin' on?" Babyface interjected, coming in behind him cautiously.
"We've got some unexpected company, Babyface," Bugle said from Bankjob's other side. He had a funny smile on his face as he looked at the girls.
Shivering a little in the cold, Babyface looked the trio of girls up and down.
It took a moment, but then recognition flooded across his face.
"H-how did you-" He closed his eyes and let out a soft sneeze.
"Oh, you three must be freezing!" Boom-Boom exclaimed, standing up from her chair. "Let me make you all something warm to drink!"
"No thanks," grunted Bankjob, slamming the door.
Boom-Boom turned to the others. "How about you two?"
"I'm down," grinned Bugle, strutting in and copping a seat next to Babydoll.
"Yeah! That sounds real good right now!" Babyface grinned, all his hesitation fading away and hurrying over. "Cocoa is my favorite-!"
"Hey!" Bankjob barked, making his two brothers jump. He gave a hard, lingering look at the girls, and then at his brothers. "We have an early start tomorrow. We oughta get to bed."
Bouffant rested her head on her hands, studying him with a smirk. "Sorry, Bank, but you won't be sleepin' in yer cozy beds tonight."
The oldest Beagle Boy stared. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
Babydoll let out a harsh bray of laughter. "It means you three are snoozin' on the couch, is what it means!"
"Honestly, you three," Bouffant snickered. "Don't you have any consideration for us fair ladies?"
"I-I-" Bankjob looked at Bugle and Babyface for help, but the two just returned his dumbfounded expression.
"Nighty-night," said Bouffant, and the girls rose to their feet and pushed past Bankjob, hustling down the hall and into the far bedroom.
Boom-Boom looked over the doorframe and waved as she giggled.
Then the door slammed shut.
"Ladies," growled Bankjob, "Ladies my foot!"