It was hard to believe he had done this, looking at the box that had just recently arrived the thought kept on going through his head that he knew that this was an solution, an only solution, to all of his hunting skills, or rather a lack of them. Taking off the lid he could see it, it cost a lot of money, even for someone like him, but he knew it was going to be well worth it when he hung those two annoying fuzz balls on his wall, the beginning of a very long collection of trophies he hopes. Inside of the box was the a piece of paper that cover the object, it was the company's name and instructions on how to use the item. Half ignoring it and reaching for the thing itself he almost pulled back his hand, it was almost too eerie how it felt. Taking a minute again he grabbed it and pulled it out, being custom tailored and built up upon the information he had given to the company he knew it was go beyond just "fit". Taking a minute of looking it over he noted that this was not like any other body suit he had seen, there were no zippers and seem to have something moving underneath the lining.

Nanomachines, he thought to himself. Picking up the paper he had discarded earlier he looked it over, it was placed on just any other body suit and the nanomachines inside would do all of the work. Taking a deep breath it was time to put all of his skills not only as a hunter, but as an actor and a con artists to the tests. Taking off his own clothes before slipping on the suit, as the instructions said for maximum effect, he stood there in the new object while looking at the mirror. The suit was a second skin, almost like a first skin. It wasn't stiff or rubbery like other guises he wore, it was a bit surprising. It was expensive for these reasons, but it was going to be worth the work because in the end of it all, Montana Max was going to be the greatest hunter in the world.

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School was out, summer had came into effect two weeks ago and the trio had been sitting on the couch for the last few hours not moving a single inch, Hampton on the left, Buster centered and Plucky brought up the right of the couch. What was even sadder the girls were no better at Bab's home, but for the most movement of the two groups was with Plucky, who had just shifted his legs for a more comfortable sitting arrangement. This was basically how everyone had planned their entire summer vacation, when Buster seldom seen mother had came around those plans had to be, as many would say, rearranged.

"This sucks," Plucky said. The were sitting in the middle of the park, wienie burger was temporary closed due to health concerns for public safety, whatever that meant. Being summer there a lot of other kids, and a few collage students, going around doing the basically same thing as them. Moping that they could not stay in all summer.

"Here here," the other two chimed.

After a few minutes slowly moved on Plucky said, "you know what we need, new blood."

"Yep," Hampton nodded.

"Yeah, some one that can shake this up a bit."

As if on some strange cue, as many things in Acme Acres, a voice had cut through the air. Most of the people ignore it, but the thee had turned their heads. In a sing song tone, the owner was slowly climbing up the hill.

"Negue pas capab marche sans mais dans poche,

Cepou vole poule -

milatte pas capab marche sans corde dans poche,

ce pou vole choual -

Blanc pas capab marche sans l'arzan dans poche,

ce pou vole fille."

At the last tone the person had been at the top of the hill, starting the song over again as he just blissfully walked by the group. They just sat there for a moment, half staring while they all knew this will not end well.

"So," Hampton spoke.

"So," Plucky added.

"So," Buster leaned forward. "Alright, who has a coin." he looks towards Plucky with a stern eye, "excepting you."

Hampton, reaching into his overalls, managed to produce a coin. "Here, I got one."

Now with a coin in hand Buster sighed, "alright, heads we stay clear of that guy, tails we go introduce ourselves to that self insert." They nod, the coin was flipped and it moved through the air, it seem like time moved slow as it came to the ground. They all looked at the outcome.

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"How was I suppose to remember which coin Plucky gives me?" Hampton tried in vain to defend himself as the three were walking down the street, following the singing tone. The song had changed but it was still in that cheerful tone, carrying about the air like some cartoon scent. They saw him, leaning against the lamp post just going on like he did at the park.

"Tous les jours de l'an,

Tous les jours de l'an,

Tous les jours de l'an,

The trio came closer, he was pretty much oblivious to his surroundings. How he even made it to the park was amazing, or just pure dumb luck.

Vous pas vini ouare moin.

Mo te couche malade dans litte;

Mo voey nouelles appres mo la reine-

Looking over the toon, a black skunk with some messy white hair on his head and a blue Hawaiian shirt his eyes, from what they had seen, were sharp brown. Other that and his odd singing there was not much that would make him more noticible from the background characters.

Vous pas soulement vini ouare moin

A present, que mo gaillard,

Char ami, mo pas besoin ouare vous."

On the last note, at the very end, he tilted his head towards Buster. For a full minute they just stood there, the new guy seemed a little bit unnerved from the unwanted staring contest. He, taking no more, broke the silence, "may I help you?"

"We were just wondering," Hampton said.

"When we saw you in the park." Plucky added.

"Just minding your own business." Buster finished.

"Who are you?" they all asked at the same time, sending the poor skunk reeling back a bit before he just blinked. He smiled a little bit, nervous but a friendly smile.

"My name's Roger," he extended a hand for good gestures, "Roger Marizu." each of them, stating their names and taking his hand.

"We've never seen you around before."

"I had moved here a few weeks ago," his hand went to rub the back of his neck. It seemed like a tired old cliché but the guys just half listen, "school was coming to an end and there were so much to be done I guess they figured there really was no reason for me to go this semester."

"Rioght," the three nodded. Even though they believed his story, there was so many like him and none of them seem to have anything very interesting about them. If they were not bored for summer they would have just turned tail and found a way to never see him ever again for the rest of their lives, but for now they were almost desperate for something.

"Come on, Roger." Buster said, placing a friendly arm around the new guy. "We'll show you around town, where to go and where to avoid."

Rogers, smiling, could only say, "thanks guys."