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Gunsmith Cats Go to New York
Chapter 1-A Visit from Bill
One bright sunny day in Chicago, a downpour started.
"This sucks," said Minnie May Hopkins as she stared out the window. "I wish someone would come to us for a job."
"Yeah right, no one is gonna come to us for a job in this dark gloomy precipitation." Said Rally Vincent. Suddenly, the downpour stopped and the sun came back out, and, of course, there came a knock at their front door.
"Who is eet?" sang May in an annoying high-pitched voice.
"It's Bill, as if you didn't know." Came the muffled reply. Rally opened the door, a scowl on her face.
"What in the name of el infierno do you want?" she screamed in his face. Bill stood there smiling. May went to the refrigerator in hopes of finding something to eat, but sadly there was only heavy weaponry.
"You smell nice." Bill drooled, leaning over Rally. "Something like a combination of pizza, metal, and grease. Mmm, grease."
"Did you say pizza?" May asked just as she was about to gnaw on a CZ75.
"Do you actually have a reason for being here?" Rally asked. She was trying to retain her annoyance though her right eye kept on twitching. Twitch.
"Why yes I do have a reason for being here. There is a man by the name of Joe McShady I need you to put in the bag if you know what I mean." Bill nudged Rally and gave her a wink.
"Yes, I do. Now tell me about this McShady character."
"Well, he's pretty tall…around 6 feet, 4 inches I'd say. Oh and he has the most beautiful emerald colored eyes and the most gorgeous blonde hair I've ever seen."
"Huh?" May said with eyebrows raised.
"Never mind." Bill muttered quickly and continued, "He's a smuggler of, um…well, I forgot but I know it's something really bad."
"Right," Rally rolled her eyes. "And where can we find him?"
"You'll find him in the South side of Chicago. You know the baddest part of town. He lives on Rainbow Street in house 15061. It's huge, you can't miss it. Oh and it's neon pink. And next to Leroy Brown's house. You remember Leroy Brown right? Baddest man in the whole damn town."
"Oh yeah! Badder than old King Kong!"
"And meaner than a junkyard dog!" May chimed in.
"Exactly. So, you get me McShady, dead or alive, and you'll get your pay." Bill said.
"Which is?" Rally urged on.
"10 dollars!"
"What?!" Rally and May exclaimed together.
"A whole 10 dollars! Just think what we could do with that Rally." May's eyes glazed over.
"Snap out of it!" Rally yelled then turned her attention back to Bill. "Look, 1,000 or no deal, understood?"
"Well, okaaaay." Bill sighed. "I'll leave now."
"Thank you." Rallly whispered as she looked skyward. Before he left though, Bill went to Rally, breathed in deeply and walked out the door.
"Mmmmm, grease."