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Here's the next chapter. Just a little reminder that T.C and the gang are still here.


Chapter 2: Telephones.

If you lived in the streets of Brooklyn; that is if you were an alley cat that lived in the streets of Brooklyn, you would have had some inkling of the little gangs that made their home under the bridge itself. Local individuals would tell visitors that if you didn't nail down whatever you had and kept your eye on it 24/7, it would probably be whisked away into oblivion by the aforementioned little gangs.

The kittens didn't appear out of nowhere. They had, like many, either been born on the street or ran away from home. Whatever reason, the people of Brooklyn knew they were there and that they and their little ringleader were trouble with a capital 'T'

So it was very odd, very odd indeed, when one day that had all simply vanished along with a lot of Brooklyn's more...dangerous problems. Not many complained...but they did feel sorry for any unfortunate neighborhood the little rascals had made their home in now...


The day was bright and the sky was clear; the traffic was rumbling and the alleyways were clear and seemingly vacant in the early morning midst. From one particular alleyway, embedded in the ground, was a very tall telephone pole that was a little more shiny than the rest of the place. A 'little' being an understatement as a certain Officer of the Law would comment on the habitat from time to time.

Ring-Ring.

Through the quiet (or this large city's standards of quiet) alleyway came the insistent and high-pitched ringing native to the telephone line. At first the ringing was ignored.

Then, after a few more moments of the phone's pestering calls, a rather beaten looking trashcan beside it shifted in its position. Then, a loud groan rang out over the noise. Then, a grumbling voice muttered to itself in response to this intolerance.

"Telephone calls, all tha' time. I gotta talk ta' Dibble 'bout this..."

The phone's ringing stopped abruptly.

"Hello...? Er, no, Officer Dibble isn't hear right now. What's that? An emergency? well ya better tell him, but it looks like he's taken a unnautherised vacation if ya ask me..."

THWACK.

"Gotcha that time, T.C!"

Officer Dibble was a stern policeman, or so he would always like to beleive, so it wasn't a surprise that he'd be irked by the ally cat's little stunt.

Dibble had just been doing his morning rounds when he heard the telephone, one that had been inconveniently positioned in the cat's ally, ringing over the fence walls. Needless to say, Dibble knew what he'd be finding upon arrival. It was just like anyway, only that this call had been left neglected for too long and Dibble was probably going to get some scolding for it. The con man who had just been flattened back into the trashcan (Dibble had effectively shoved the lid back on top of him in an almost comical fashion) and grabbed the phone before it could fall.

Huh...should use that technique more often. "Hey there, Sarge."

The tone on the other end of the line sharpened. Dibble's face fell. "Oh no, Sarge. Never again. Oh, aright then, Sarge. What's the trouble?"

A pair of narrowed eyes watched him sourly from the crack between the trashcan and its traitorous lid. Then, Top Cat pushed said lid from over his head and straightened up, resting on arm on the end of the trashcan and the other left dangling lazily by his side. He watched Dibble with mild annoyance mixed in with interest.

You'd think they coulda installed anotha phone somewhere...

"What's that Sarge? I don't think I heard ya right..." Dibble's expression was a little disbelieving. T.C smiled a little. What, did the Sarge tell him that he'd won something? Maybe Dibble would be nice enough to share...he shook that thought away when Dibble's eyes widened even more.

"Kittens, Sarge? Are ya sure?"

Top Cat blinked before raising a curious brow. Kittens? There weren't many kittens around here...not ones that would cause trouble for the police, that is. He tapped his fingers irritably on the side of the can, waiting for Dibble to end his phone call.

"Okay, Sarge. I'll deal with it." And with that the Officer in question hung up, giving a single, huffed breath. "Well that's a lil' wierd..."

"What is?" T.C asked with sheer boredom, though in truth he was a little interested. What little tykes could get the police annoyed?

"Apparen'ly some little kittens had been stealin' from folk down in the park. Stuff goin' missing right out of people's pockets!"

T.C cocked his head to the side, looking off in indifference, though a small smile played at his lips at the humor of Dibble's sentence. "Crafty little guys, eh? Can't be too tough a job for the likes of Officer Dibble, though."

Dibble caught the sly and slightly mocking tone lining his words and scowled. "Very funny, T.C." he told him as he turned around. As much as he'd like to have a good refreshing argument with this little wise-guy, he had some devilish little brats to take care of.

"You keep outa trouble, Top Cat! I mean it, stay away from that phone!"

"Don' worry there, Dib, I'll make sure your phone's nice an' secure."

A few moments passed in silence as the Policeman in question vanished around the corner. Top Cat stretched his arms and shifted his head to the side. "Well, betta get the gang tagetha. Who knows what those jokers have gotten themselves' into now..."

With that the yellow pelted cat grasped two trash can lids and readied them for the strike. Just as he did, from the trashcan next to him, came a small pair of eyes and an even cuter nose.

"Hiya there, T.C!"

Top Cat halted his arms just as he was about to bash the lids together, blinking in surprise down at Benny the Ball, who in turn smiled happily up at him. He seemed innocently unaware of the other cat's surprise.

"Benny, have ya been there tha whole time?"

"Yup. Where's Officer Dibble goin'?"

"Oh, he's just dealing with some kittens, Benny." The ball smiled brightly.

"Aaaw! Can we go see the kittens, T.C?"

His hopeful little voice made the yellow feline shake his head a little. "No, Benny. I'm not sure that's a great idea. Besides your jus' as cute as any kitten so there's no problem there."

Benny's face fell at that. Top Cat rolled his eyes and gave his head another little shake. Trust Benny to find such things so adorable, even if they did cause theft troubles for the police.

"Aw..."

Top Cat turned his attention back to banging the trashcan lids together. After a moment's pause to get the feeling into his paws, Top Cat began bashing them together, sending a rhythm of crashes echoing through the ally's.

Little did he knew that just around the corner, a few small pairs of eyes watched him. One was surrounded by grey fur, one by blue, and one by reddish pink. Then, the trio of eye pairs slid back around the corner as the tiny figures, smaller than the average officer's knee, trotted down the street and out of sight, giggling to themselves secretively.

"Are we gonna tell TK and them othas, Kip?"

"Yous right dere, Bluedoo. Cha-Cha, ya comin'?"

"Sure am, man. Cha-cha, Cha-cha-cha!"


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