Two by Two
Chapter One
Toontown, today, is the same as any other day; happy, colorful, comedic, maybe a few quarrels here and there, but ultimately fine and repetitive. Don't get it wrong, Toontown is great, nothing so dangerous or threatening ever happens here. But it's because of that, that ToonTowns police force, The Toon Patrol, hardly ever work near home.
No. They work outside of ToonTown. In the human world. In Hollywood. Tons of stuff happens here. Sure it's a hassle having to travel from home to the human world, but it's what keeps the infamous Toon Patrol on the line of duty.
As said before, not much happens in Toontown. Therefore, police forces are hardly around. Well, that's stretching it a bit. Their are police around in Toontown, but they mainly are meter maids, crossing guards, or just hang around if anyone's going over the speed limits.
So there's obviously other work but to the Toon Patrol, none of that was exciting. So that's why they often took to work if it involved anything in the human world. More things happened. Such things as, exciting chases, missions, gun practices, robberys. All that stuff that can make your blood run. To the Toon Patrol, it was the best part of the job.
*Ring* *ring* *ring* Smart Ass looked up from his desk and towards his oak wood door. He places his pen down and puts his paperwork aside. Hopping off his chair, the weasel grabbed a cigar before litting it as he opened his office door.
The ringing continued some more, followed by the giggles of Psycho, "Hehehehehe! A new job!" He giggled in his high pitched voice.
Smart Ass leaned on the railing as he looked below. Psycho was hopping around giggling over a new job, Stupid's clapping his hands and laughing at the Psychotic weasel prance around, while Wheezy answered the phone. He shushed the two loud weasels before getting back to the conversation on the phone.
Smart Ass took a look around from where he was standing. No Greasy in sight. He puffed on his cigar as he thought where that weasel could be. Back with Wheezy, he nods one final time before bidding farewell to the caller, "Right. Be right there."
Smart Ass takes his cigar and puts it out on a nearby ashtray-they had these around everywhere, thanks to Wheezy.
"What's the job?" Smart Ass spoke, his New Jersey accent thick.
The blue weasel takes the multiple cigarettes out of his mouth as he puffs away the smoke. "Theirs harassment going on down in Hollywood."
"And?"
"It's getting out of hand. A big brawl broke out." Wheezy begins to cough. Smart Ass walks down the stairs, grabbing the Toon Patrol car keys on the dresser nearby.
"Where's Greasy?" The weasel demanded.
Psycho and Stupid were already out the door and into the van. Smart Ass and Wheezy followed behind, though at their own pace. "He said something about new magazines coming in. He's already in the city so I guess we'll meet him there."
"Perfect."
