First Note: Top Cat, Benny, Choo-Choo, Fancy, Spook, and Brain don't belong to me. Instead, they belong to Hanna-Barbera.

Second Note: The story is set in the present. Top Cat, Benny, Choo-Choo, Fancy, Spook, and Brain are all in their mid 20s.

Chapter 1

"Hey Choo-Choo!" Top Cat called out from the roof of his black Toyota car. "What time is it?"

"It's 7:30," Choo-Choo said leaning on his silver Lexus SUV with his arms crossed.

T.C. sighed in impatience as he laid down with his hands behind his head, looking up at the sunset view.

"Don't worry T.C.," Choo-Choo reassured while walking towards the small table where Benny was sitting. "We have another two hours."

"Sure we do."

T.C., Choo-Choo, and Benny were at the nearly vacant parking lot that was near their favorite hangout from time to time, Harry's Alley.

Harry's Alley was, and still is, a popular bar and grill where everyone went to eat lunch or dinner, play billiards, and watch their favorite sports team play. The Alley would have been packed this particular night if it wasn't for baseball. Most canines and felines, including T.C. and his gang, didn't really give a damn about baseball. They would have rather stayed out in the cold freezing their tails off than to watch a slow and boring baseball game.

After looking at the sky for a couple of mintues, T.C. gets up and carefully jumps off of his car to join Choo-Choo and Benny.

"Hey Benny my boy!" T.C. said playfully as he patted Benny's back. "You've been quiet this whole time!"

"I don't have much to say T.C.," Benny remarked honestly while still focusing on his cards.

"Of course! You don't have anything to say!" T.C. exclaimed sarcastically. "But in all seriousness, do you know where the three amigos are?"

"I dunno," Benny shrugged and continued playing his cards.

T.C. turns his attention onto Choo-Choo.

"Chooch?"

Choo-Choo shakes his head. "I don't have a clue either. Have you thought about calling them?"

T.C.'s eyes lights up. "As a matter of fact, I haven't!"

He steps away from the small table and reaches down for his cell phone in his pants pocket.

"I'll call Fancy first," T.C. said while dialing Fancy's cell number. "Of the three, he's usually good on keeping his phone on and keeping it charge!"

To T.C.'s dismay, Fancy's answering machine picks up.

"Hey folks!" Fancy says in a sexy, low tone. "Sorry I can't pick up right at the moment-" A pause followed by a female giggling in the background. Fancy clears his throat and says still in that seductive tone, "But if your message is that important, leave your name and number and I'll call you ba- Whoa Nikki! You learn quickly! Did ya-" End of voice mail.

"Man, he better start changing his answering machine because if he doesn't, he's gonna get his ass kicked one of these days!" T.C. quipped after hearing Fancy's answering machine.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Benny said suddenly, looking up from his cards.

"Why?"

"Let's just say he's been working out quite a bit."

"Bah!" T.C. scoffed. "That doesn't mean jack sh-"

"It's true," Choo-Choo said, agreeing with Benny. "It's amazing how doing weights can change your body figure!"

He pulls out his last card from his pack and lays his pack down.

"I win!" Choo-Choo cried as Benny bent his head down in silent defeat.

As he was helping Benny pulling his cards up, Choo-Choo remarked, "By the tone of your voice, it sounds like Fancy's stupid answering machine picked up."

"You heard it too?" T.C. asked a little surprised.

"Yeah unfortunately," Choo-Choo sighed. "When I needed to ask him if he was finished burning my CD yesterday."

"Have you thought about calling Spook?" Benny asked while trying to contain his snickering.

"I was about to call him next-"

T.C. suddenly notices Benny trying to hide his laughter. "What's so funny?"

Benny couldn't contain his laughter anymore. "Your reaction to Fancy's answering machine!"

"So?"

"Well, uh," Benny hesitated a little while calming down his laughter. "You usually don't care about Fancy's flings."

"I still don't!" T.C. remarked. "I just don't want him to be called to attend one of those stupid talk shows!"

"You know that Fancy hates talk shows!" Choo-Choo said.

"Yeah, but ya never know though."

Before Choo-Choo could say something else, a car in motion was heard nearby.

T.C., Benny, and Choo-Choo looked up from what they were doing to see the car.

It only took them a few seconds to figure out whose car it was.

"Hey T.C.!" Benny nudged T.C. "They're here!"

"Finally," T.C. said in relief as the car parked next to T.C.'s car.