Prologue
Toons were scattered all around the different neighborhoods of Toontown completely unaware of the nightmare that would so take place. They were fishing, playing trolley games, doing anything they found interesting, not worried that the cogs might, just might, be an actual threat to them. The mayor and the oldest toon alive, appropietly named Lil Ol' Toon, insisted on making underground tunnels, that the cogs were unaware of, just incase anything did happen.
Lil Ol' Toon did not like that fact that the cogs had done nothing to gain total control of Toontown for months. He felt, rather sensed, that the cogs were planning, watching over the toons carefully, waiting to strike at the perfect time. He had tried to convince the other toons of this supposed impending attack, but no one toon would believe him.
Suddenly, the liveliness of Toontown went away as soon as it had come. Every inch of Toontown was still. The sound of metal moving closer and closer was a terrible sign: the cogs were back, ready to strike. Panic now filled the toons as they ran around, not thinking about what the sensible thing to do would be.
"GET TO THE TUNNELS!" one toon shouted.
Helicopters rose over the frightened toons. Cogs were above and surrounding them, armed not with their usual weapons, but with guns of all sorts. Bullets were being shot from all around, panicked toons falling over dead. All of the buildings were grey, no longer colorful. Only fifty toons made it into the tunnels, the rest shot down.