Author's Note

I've decided to pick a few fights between our favorite "Cute, Cuddly, and Horribly Wrong" animals, but I'm doing this in an inventive way. I'm pairing people you all want to see fight, with people you wouldn't think would stand a chance, and making it awesome. This will be the first in such a series, and I will continue it if A) people enjoy and REVIEW. This may seem odd and narcissistic, but if you like a story, than you should have no problem telling me what you think, and B) I can think of more fights. It's hard to be creative!

Fight One: Blind to the Truth (Splendid VS The Mole)

Mole's Journal Dec 13, 2005

Night, a dark, cloudless abyss due to the smog of the nearby factory, my target. Disgusting, the greed of the man who runs it. Tall, suited, Mr. Big, goes by Lumpy. Pollutes the land and extorts other countries labor. This is his HQ. Funny, even his business center is destroying this world. He makes sure even his office buildings turn a profit, this one is part mass production factory. He dabbles in all those sickening businesses, toys, suits, luxury items. Even rumors that he's tried a hand at genetics. Anything that will sell, and cuts corners and stuffs pockets to make it happen. I feel like I'm going to vomit just thinking of the things he killed, business he bankrupted, families he's driven into poverty, forests and lakes all destroyed for a quick buck. And the worst part of it is, the families fuel their own destruction. Right around now, Christmas time, people buy, buy, buy from Jolly ol' Mr. Lumpy. Toss a penny in his hat, play on maestro, play on. They won't be so eager to pay when they see the orchestra chained to the floors of their cells, starving to death. They say you work better when you're hungry, must be Lumpy's motto.

-The Mole

The mole pulled his pen from his page, and stuffed it into one of the numerous pockets of his sweater along with the journal. From within another pocket, he took a locket. He flicked it open and felt the jade green gemstone inside longingly, trying to remember the picture inside. It was a pink chipmunk, and it pained him to think he could never see even her picture again. The night air was thick, but it didn't matter to him. His eyes couldn't tell if the air was green, but he guessed it was around. With a flick of his wrist, a collapsible cane flew from inside of his sweater to his waiting open palm. He unlocked a switch on the side and it flew open, and he took aim at the tall building a good thirty feet away from him, with a flash and a puff of smoke a claw attached to a nylon rope shot from the cane, it swung around an exposed pipe and raveled itself around until the metal hand clutched onto the pipe. The Mole gave a tug to see it was secure and swung from his perch, a tall, dead oak near the factory. The bottoms of his feet hit hard against the metal side of the building, and he began to climb sideways up the massive structure. He stopped right before reaching a window, a small barred square that he knew without seeing. He knew much of the lay of the land, his "eyes" in the organization had briefed him many times on what he would do. He touched a single finger to his face and pulled off a small black dot, placing it carefully on the bars. The dot flashed red for a few seconds, and gave out a nearly noiseless pop when it exploded. Silent bombs, a tool of the trade, and Mole's Favorite. He slid into the room he had just opened, a small, cell-like compartment, blocked off with a steel door. Mole placed another bomb on the door's lock, letting it swing open. The plan had worked perfectly, and he was now in the containment cells for Lumpy's 'workers.' He walked by the cells, taking a small disposable camera, and snapped pictures of the insides of each of the cells. Women, children, the old, the sick, none were exempt from labor at the factory. If Mole had seen their agony fatigued faces, he might have just vomited.

Making his way through the cell block, Mole had made it to the machinery portion of the factory, and over it hung a scaffold, and a large red door. That was where Lumpy supervised his workers, and where his office was. Soon enough he had made it into the office itself, blowing the locked door off with another Mole Bomb. Mole tapped his cane along the floor to find the solid ground, and tapped something with a metal echo, the file cabinet. He pulled it open and removed as many files as he could, spreading them out on the floor, snapping pictures of them, when he heard a snap and a voice call from behind. An unmistakable voice.

"Now, now, now, you really should respect other people's property, spy!" The voice was Splendid, the infamous superhero, who had saved millions and defended America for years, the snap was him turning on the lights, as he sat at Lumpy's desk waiting for the spy.

"I have been expecting guests though. My employer, Mr. Lumpy has told me he's had a problem with corporate spies selling his business secrets off to the highest bidder. Well, I'm afraid the law doesn't care much for espionage, and robbing an honest citizen of his money and secrets. So if you'll just come with me.."

"Honest citizen? You're twice as clueless as I thought," The Mole said, turning and aiming a revolver at the squirrel, "And Mr. Lumpy isn't the only one who's has something stolen from them."

"Come now, do you really think that will stop me?" Splendid laughed, a bullet exploded from the gun and bounced harmlessly against his chest. The Mole realized he had no choice but to run, and cut in the direction of the door. But, Splendid was too fast for him, and tackled The Mole out of the room and flew down to the factory floor, spy in hand. The Mole wouldn't give up here, and reached into his pocket to reveal a high powered Mole Bomb. He slapped it onto Splendid and the subsequent distraction allowed him to shake free. Splendid was blown in one direction across the still darkened factory, and The Mole darted into the mass of machines on the other end. Splendid steadied himself, and was soon in hot pursuit of The Mole. But, in the pitch black of the factory, even a super squirrel couldn't find the crafty Mole. Just when Splendid decided to give up the search, a voice echoed from all directions at him.

"Do you think you're a hero? Do you Splendid? Do you know that the government uses you?"

He backed up, shaken by his words, but called back "I am a hero! I save people!"

"Do you remember how you became a hero? Years and years ago? I learned about it, read things, you served in the army. Enlisted 1936, am I right?"

"How? How do you know all this?"

"Your Wife, and daughter. They came to visit you, a few years later. Pearl harbor, was it?" A shadow darted by, causing Splendid to jump, but he soon regained his composure.

"They were killed that day! Those Japanese bastards killed them!"

"And you went to war, just like they wanted you to. Did your revenge feel good? Did death justify death?"

Splendid began shaking; drowning in the flood of memories stifled away, "I fought for my country!"

"But, it wasn't enough was it? They knew you were loyal, you'd do anything to get some sick idea of justice, so you signed up for the "Manhattan" Project, the one designed to make you what you are today." The machines whirred to life, some unseen puppeteer making them spring alive to illustrate The Mole's point. An action figure of himself rolled to Splendid's feet.

"That's when you became a superhero, fought for years, not aging, not dying, and only killing. Is that you? I can't tell for sure…"

"I'm a hero! I save people's lives! I'm a good person!" Splendid shouted, his voice delirious.

"Do you, now? Did you save anyone two years ago? Hm? Do you remember the protest, at this very factory?"

"It was a riot! I did what I had to!"

"Did what you had to? You killed 23 people that day, it was a peaceful protest of this very factory. 23 killed, 46 wounded. One blinded." A small metal locket fell at Splendid's feet. He knelt down, and picked it up, tears in his eyes. He flipped it open and saw the small pink Chipmunk. On the other side was a small green gem that, unbeknownst to even the mole, was Kryptonut. He felt weakened, and deeply, deeply hurt when he stared into the little girl's eyes. She looked so much like his own daughter, back when he knew her.

"That's my niece, Giggles. You killed her breaking up the riot. You stole her from me, you stole my eyesight, and soon even my memories will fade of her." The mole stepped out into the open, and kept speaking to the Squirrel, "You've erased her from my life, and why? Did I kill your family? I didn't, and the Japanese didn't. I know government secrets; your family was killed by secret service agents, they never went to pearl harbor. They used your hate, made you their pawn, and tonight, made you protect a filthy man who stuffed the government execs pockets with money."

"No, it's... It's all true isn't it?" He looked up at the mole who answered him only with a nod. "But what can I do…" The mole walked up to him a placed a small bomb on his head. Splendid handed him back his locket, the kryptonut weakened him just enough to make him human, if only for a few minutes.

As the mole was walking away, he turned to the squirrel, the fallen hero. "Don't worry, the people don't know, you'll die a hero." A smile drew across Splendid's face and a single tear dropped from his eye as the Mole Bomb went off, killing the squirrel instantly. Without another word, The Mole left the factory, briefcase in hand.

…………….

The Beaver on the screen tapped the pile of papers on his desk, and stared into the camera. He began in a soothing tone "And in recent News, just following the death of great American hero Splendid by unnamed terrorists, news had just surfaced about the very factory he died in. Apparently upon further inspection brought about by leaked private files, Mr. Lumpy, owner and proprietor of 'Mondo Moose Co.' has been found guilty of purchasing slaves from other countries and using them in his factories. Mr. Lumpy faces a minimum of 28 years and a fine of 785,000 dollars. The recently freed slaves are being given the option to………"

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Well, I honestly was going to make a funny comment at the end, but this fight ended up being very serious. Just to clear a few things up, Mole's character was paritally based on Rorschach, from Watchmen, and partially on his character in "Mole in the City". Also, Mole writing in the journal in the beginning was not a joke, it was just showing that he did have vision once and while he can't read, he can still write. One more thing, this fight, and the entire series(if it continues) is based off of "See what developes" when Splendid was attempting to chase down The Mole. I thought it would make a good fight, and kind of got me thinking.

Next up, Buddhist Monkey VS Russell!