Message from the author: O.k. I've had this idea bragging me in my head for quite a long time and I really wanted to get it out, before I forget. I know there are some mistakes. So please, don't bother mentioning them in your reviews.

A dark, cold night, filled with bright moon light, with a gale blowing through the fields of the Great British countryside. The leaves of brightly blue lit trees (whether they are together as woods or on the outskirts of villages and towns) were flapping and rustling against each other and the branches of which they are attach to. Those which were loose float rapidly through the air. Telephone and power lines jiggle and tree branches creak, groan and swerve. But although there is a lot that a gale could do with its power, it's rare that it could bring something mysterious (or at least someone). For out of a tree, jumps a flash of a figure who although is mostly in darkness, the shape of it and some of its features can be seen.

The figure was slim, but quite muscular. It was shaped like a human, but it had pointed ears and an extra appendage that came from the back of its pelvis (in other words it had a tail). The quite big torso and wide shoulders pretty much indicate that the figure was male. He had grey fur all over his body. But he also had black rings on his tail and a black mask around his eyes. To top it off, he was wearing a blue shirt, flat cap, shoes, yellow outer rimed gloves, a belt and a red pouch. If this weren't enough, he was carrying a hook shape-like cane in one hand.

The person just kept jumping and swinging from tree to tree, until he finally leaps and does a flip onto a telephone pole. He only just managed to grab a step that was in the middle of the pole. He then started to climb up to the top. Using his cane he hook onto one of the top steps and gave a tug to launch himself to the top. Finally he performed a spin and balanced himself at the very top of the telephone pole.

Scanning the scene, around through a pair of advanced binoculars which he had taken out of his pouch, he spotted a small town with big clear suburban streets and a high towered church. He then turns his head to a nearby road which ends with a crossroad.

"Bentley, come in Bentley" he said, putting his hand to his ear.

"Sly! Where are you?" said a shocked and slightly relieved voice.

"I'm countryside-wards currently. But don't worry I'm actually close to society." said the mysterious person, who happens to be named Sly.

"What do you mean?" said Bentley.

"I'm at a crossroad which leads out to…". Sly pauses and moves his sight through his binoculars to a sign just five metres away between him and the crossroads. He then tries to zoom in on it, while the gale was giving him difficulty to keep his balance on the telephone pole.

"… Mosborough, Nether Handley and Lennington." He managed read the sign to finally finish his sentence.

"Whoa… That's southeast of Sheffield, 70 miles northwest from where we are currently!" cried Bentley. "How did you manage to go that far away a distance, after we got separated, while we were on the run?"

"Well… after running, jumping from the police chopper, on the rooftops, I managed to create diversion by going inside of one of the buildings to give me enough chance to lose them for a brief 12 minutes. I kept moving to the ground floor and Lucky enough as I did; I spotted a devilry truck and didn't hesitate to hind under it. Then suddenly it started to move. So without hesitation I grabbed the underside of the truck and just cling onto it for dear life. Lucky during a 2 mile stop I had used assistance of the tight ropes I still had in my pouch for the rest of the journey" said Sly.

"When all of nearly half of Nottingham's law enforcements were scouring the entire city for all of us?" asked Bentley in a sarcastic and unconvinced way.

"Pretty much yeah… listen can I explain in a bit more detail in person, when I'm safely in the van with you guys?" asked Sly who was by now really struggling with the gale to keep his balance.

"O.k., stay where you are, we're on our way." replied Bentley.

Then suddenly the sound of sirens came whooshing up in the distance and Sly almost lost his balance and footing on the pole. He turned to the direction of the noise and saw two bright lights coming straight towards him.

They were getting closer and closer at such a speed that Sly just thought that is was too late for him to jump back into the trees and hide. He just stayed still and gave a sigh for the worse.

As the lights came close the shape of the vehicle which they were of became clearer and clearer. Sly just watched and stood as still as he could. He also stopped breathing. Then the vehicle is revealed to be…

…an ambulance.

Which then whooshed passed the telephone pole which Sly was balancing on and just zoom down the road to Mosborough.

When the ambulance was far away in the distance, Sly gave a huge sigh of relief. He then turned to the road which led out to Lennington which as it turns out, is the town that he had spotted a few miles away. He then gave to thought.

He swore that the gale was getting stronger and rougher. Creaking tree branches were beginning to sound like that they were at breaking point. It was getting harder for Sly to keep his balance and there seem to be black clouds coming, which covered some of the visible stars in the sky.

So without hesitation Sly decided to seek shelter in the town. For it looked quiet and rather settled, despite the weather. He tried to walk on the telephone wires. But with the wind strength increasing it proved to be a challenge. He only managed to make a ninth of the wire that was heading along the road to Lennington. So he just jumped off and run the rest of the way.

When Sly manage to reach the outskirts of the town, he then dive into some bushes and started to jump from one place to another, with his eyes quickly scouring around him just in case the settle ness was just a cover.

He then climbed up a tree, took another look at the streets, jumped onto another telephone pole and then searched more personally at the area. The gale was blowing like mad and the sky was starting to become dark.

With a convinced thought, that the town was how it appeared the first look at it, Sly jumped of the pole and just kept moving. He was moving from bush to shadow while taking in the sights of Lennington.

Meanwhile…

To be exact, 83 miles southeast on a highway, a square/rectangular shaped vehicle was speeding along. It then did a tight, left turn and screeched up a separate road. After a twenty mile zoom it eventually slowed down a bit.

Though it looked like an gas and electricity providence van, it was rather big for a causal vehicle of that function. In fact it was almost the size of a cargo delivery van. There is a satellite on top of it, the red colour of it is really just spray paint (you might see that some of it has been scratched off easily) and also it had the most peculiar dust guard at the front.

Inside the strangely disguised vehicle were six more otherworldly people: A turtle, a koala, a mouse, a panda and an iguana were all sitting down, some with seatbelts on and others holding onto parts of the vehicle. While the sixth person, a hippo, was at the wheel with his foot mostly on the acceleration pedal.

The turtle was on the passenger seat opposite the driver, with both his hands holding a map tightly as the van was hurtling along.

"How did it come to this" said the Iguana. "First I was spreading my mojo on a swinging peaceful cruise with the ladies and now I'm givin' the impression of some sack of scroogy potatoes in an over drive Rolla coaster."

"This has got to be as close as the Clockwerk parts job, for the gang almost ending after being completely separated. Huh Bentley?" said the hippo in a worried but still confident tone, while having his hands and his concentration on the road.

"Not quite Murray" said the turtle, who is actually the identity known as Bentley. "Sure it was almost felt like a forced separation involving the law. But that previous job was cause by the near complete capture of the whole gang, well back then it was the three of us. Turn left here".

"Right!" said Murray and the van did such a screeching tight turn which resulted in the tires smoke and burned in marks on the road.

"You don't have to go all formula one in reaching sly, you know!" cried Bentley as he almost lost his grip of the map.

The van then shot down the road with brief clouds of smoke billowing out from behind it with tire marks.

I really just based it with a mix of the Music Drama comedy films: School of Rock, The Rocker and This Is Spinenal Tap. with the novel that's goning to be referanced in the next chaper.