"So, you think we've saved enough money to get Dig Champs 3?" Rigby asked. The excitement in his voice was vaguely reminiscent of that of a child discussing Christmas presents. Mordecai paused from sipping his coffee to listen. Though, he couldn't share Rigby's excitement in this game, it was something he had been looking forward to just as long as Rigby. He nodded an affirmative.

"Yeah, dude. We gotta have enough by now."

"Sweeeet! When we gonna buy it?"

"We should probably wait till tomorrow. Benson'll lose it if we're on break much longer, anyway."

The two had decided to take an early break. It was mid-July and the heat was sweltering. It had taken its toll on the duo, to say the least. Neither of them could resist some extra caffeine to get them through the day. Plus, Mordecai couldn't resist the opportunity to say hi to Margaret.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Rigby muttered. "Should we head back?" The doorbell rang in the background.

"Yeah, let's go. Oh wait, I forgot to pay." Mordecai walked up to the counter, getting in line behind a smelly, scrawny looking dude with a black mullet. The blue jay listened to Margaret's voice, cheerful and oblivious.

"What can I get you, sir?" She asked the man, smiling sweetly. Never could she have been prepared for what happened next.

The man pulled a gun.

"GIVE ME EVERYTHING IN THE REGISTER!"

Margaret's hands went up in the air. Mordecai had to come to her rescue.

He grabbed the man's shoulder, only to take the butt of the man's pistol to the face. Mordecai fell to the ground, holding his temple where he'd been hit. The pain made his ears ring.

"STAY ON THE GROUND!" The man demanded. He swept the gun over the shop, holding it sideways. Mordecai could've sworn he'd heard someone snicker. The man brought the gun back to Margaret.

"N-NOW GIVE ME THE MONEY O-OR I'LL SH-SH-SHOOT!" The man stammered uncontrollably, hand trembling. There seemed to be nothing Mordecai could do. The pain in his head made him feel nauseous and light-headed. Trying to stand made him dizzy.

"Leave her alone!" Mordecai yelled above the ringing in his ears. The man turned the gun towards him once again. "QUIET OR I'LL SHOOT YOU TOO!" The man responded, talking fast. "I'VE K-KILLED PEOPLE, M-M-MAN."

"Pfft, is this bitch serious?"

Mordecai looked to the source of the voice. It was a fox. Her fur was black, white, cream, brown, and two different shades of gold with a trace of silver under her chin. Her shoulder-length hair was brown and parted to the right. She wore a smirk, one eyebrow raised in amusement. She had spoken to Rigby, who was frozen with horror, stuck to his seat. He appeared to think she was absolutely off her rocker.

"WHO SAID THAT?" The man yelled.

She gave a curt wave, sporting a stupid grin. The man marched over to her, gun pointed in her face. She looked towards Rigby, motioning towards Mordecai with a subtle flick of her head. Rigby tiptoed out of his seat to check on him.

"You ok, dude?" Rigby asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mordecai replied, unable to keep from wincing. The duo looked back towards the robber, who was now distracted by the near-bored, yet somewhat apprehensive looking fox before him.

"Ya wanna say that to my face?" the man questioned.

"Depends. Ya wanna get that gun out of my face?"

"No! I don't! Do you wanna be shot?"

She stood up. A casual grin played across her face as she started to chuckle. "Hahaha..."-She chopped the inside of his arm near his wrist while slapping the back of his hand. The gun left his hand and slid across the ground away from them-"…No."

Rigby jumped on the opportunity to grab the gun. He pointed it at the man.

"Get out of here and nobody gets hurt!" he yelled, feeling more confident with the gun in his hand. The man looked around frantically. The fox wore a look of arrogance.

"What'cha you gonna do now, bitch? He's got the gun," she spoke calmly. "Why don'tcha go get your six dollars somewhere else, 'kay big shot?" She smiled and patted his shoulder condescendingly. The man's face grew beet red in embarrassment. What seemed to make it worse was that he was being both humiliated and threatened by people who were much shorter than himself. At last, and with barely a shred of dignity left, he fled the coffee shop.

Cheers were heard from awestruck bystanders; for Mordecai, Rigby, and the fox. Rigby seemed to revel in the attention, brandishing the man's pistol and striking poses, while Margaret helped Mordecai to his feet. The fox seemed to be enjoying the attention as well, standing tall among the crowd. Rigby stopped his gloating to check on Mordecai, the fox following suit.

"Y'alright, buddy?" the fox asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Yeah, thanks. I really owe you one."

"Eh, don't sweat it," she responded.

Margaret, who was still trembling like a leaf, wrapped her arms tightly around Mordecai. She was practically breathless as she spoke.

"Thank you all so much! You guys are the greatest!" Margaret gasped, choked up with all that had just happened.

"No problem, we're happy to help," Mordecai replied. He turned to the fox. "Where'd you learn to disarm somebody like that?"

"Yeah, that was pretty cool!" Rigby added.

"I learned it from my uncle. Works every time if you hit'em in the right place," she shrugged.

"Awesome. So, what's your name anyway?" Mordecai asked.

"Kaira. You?"

"I'm Mordecai, this is my friend, Rigby, and this is Margaret."

"Good to meet y'all," Kaira replied with a grin.

"C'mon Mordecai, we should get your head patched up. It's bleeding," Margaret ushered, ignoring his protests.

"I still can't believe you did that," Rigby said.

"Did what? Called him a bitch?"

"Well, yeah."

"Pfff, that guy's a chickenshit! He's not gonna shoot anyone. He probably just wanted to prove he was some sort of gangster or some shit," Kaira scoffed. She picked the handgun up off the floor. "See, I doubt this thing's even loaded!" She pointed the gun into the air and pulled the trigger. A loud shot was heard and the people who remained in the coffee shop ducked under tables. Kaira took on a blank expression. "Huh. Well, imagine that."

Mordecai and Margaret ran out to see what the trouble was. "What was that?" Margaret asked, her expression alarmed.

Kaira held the gun up. "It's loaded! We know that now." She set it down on the table.

"Oh, good. You had me worried there." Margaret escorted Mordecai back to finish bandaging the wound. Rigby and Kaira glanced at each other, giggling uncontrollably. Rigby was the first to speak after they'd stopped laughing.

"Ya know, you're pretty cool."

A spark of arrogance leaped into her eye as she silently took the compliment.

"Thanks. You're pretty cool yourself."

ERMAHGER. So, I decided that since it's been exactly a year since I posted the first chapter of the original "The Fox," I thought I'd take the liberty of redoing it. I've wanted to do this for a while now. Kaira has changed A LOT since I created her a little over a year ago. She's become more of a character that can stand on her own instead of a self-insert. Secondly, I wanted her to be ONE of the main characters rather than THE main character. Also, I didn't want the characters to do as much swooning over her. In other words, I've made her a bit less of a mary sue. I'm not deleting the original fanfic, for the sake of the lulz. Plus, I like to see my progress over the years, er...year. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Rate and review and all that jazz.