It wasn't very often the Top Cat Gang went out to California. When they did it was always to speak with the higher higher ups about news, which never really happened.

Whatever it was, Chooch wasn't invited to hear it. He didn't mind. California was a nice change of pace. Ironic him thinking that, since he came from one of the most busy East Coast cities to one of the most on the West.

He was strolling down a beach comfortably in something more reasonable than a fleece sweater, when he suddenly got hit in the back with a rouge beach ball. He stumbled a bit, turning more in a curious manner than upset one.

A blue-and-red cat in shirt and oversized pants came running over. They quickly grabbed the ball and looked up nervously at Chooch.

"I am so, so sorry about that!"

"It's… fine."

The two just silently stared at eachother for a minute after that, unsure of who to leave first.

"Say," asked the tortoiseshell, "You wouldn't happen to be Choo-Choo from that Top Cat show, would you?"

Chooch was a bit shocked. "I-Yeah!"

"I'm sorry!" They went on, smiling nervously.

"You have nothing to be sorry for!"

They laughed a bit, "I'm Riffraff on Catillac Cats. We're kinda the junkyard version of you."

Chooch shook his head smiling, "You have a magical cadillac and also Wordsworth. Top Cat is just the show that makes crippling poverty look fun!"

They both laughed a bit.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Riffraff, but I should get going."

"Sorry for holding you up," said Riffraff, starting to walk back to where he came, "Take care!"

"You too!"