The Mightyfats

by Lasirus

The Mightyfats are a group of fun-loving good guys just wanting to make a name for themselves. The story stars Ricky the Top Percentage, a muscle-bellied Raticate down on his luck, rejected from every rescue team till he found his group. Ricky must help his group overcome their weaknesses and fend off "Titus Crushinator Megaton" in this lighthearted story about chubby Pokemon.

2. Social Disorder: Toasty

Episode 2: Social Disorder: Toasty's Pyromania

Ricky, Tuumba and the others were currently watching the footage from the spectacle that occurred earlier that morning. The other members were rather enjoying the event they saw. Toasty was even eating a bowl of popcornn at the time of watching it. Tuumba seemed a little less than enthused by it, however. Deep beneath his rugged exterior, Tuumba was somewhat of a gentle creature who disliked seeing others get hurt. Still, he had to commend Ricky for his ability to stand his ground. Tuumba felt good knowing he did not make the wrong choice in allowing Ricky to join them.

"Hmmm, so it appears that you are very strong," Tuumba mentioned.

"I've had tons of bullies try to beat me up when I went to school," Ricky said. "It's one of the main reasons I don't regret the decisions I've made in life."

"Hmmm, you are very brave to take on such a role," Tuumba said. "However, did you ever think of the consequences of it?"

"I know it results in a shorter life than normal Pokemon have," Ricky said. "But still, the ability to have all those years secured is not without it's charm. Being almost impervious to impact and harder to slice open with blades and weapons means I'm actually more likely to live long than normal, even if the maximum amount of years I can live is much shorter."

"The strength and power to protect and deflect: it is what we all have striven to achieve," Tuumba mentioned.

"I did have my hand at protecting others from harm," Ricky said. "One year I stopped a Wartortle and a Croconaw from bullying a small Buneary at school."

"I remember the time I protected a Diglett from muggers," the Krookodile said. "I was only a chubby-wittle Krokorok then."

"If I saw someone bullying someone, all I had to do was step on a brick in front of the bullies," the Pangoro mentioned. "There were always some old bricks lying around at school, and I'm so strong that bricks immediately crumble under my paw. No one wanted to mess with that."

"Oh... I, uhh..." the Emboar stuttered. "I got expelled once for setting someone on fire who was trying to bully a Pachirisu."

"I guess we all had similar backgrounds," Tuumba mentioned. "We all were bullied as kids, but we could protect ourselves and other Pokemon."

"Speaking of which, I don't know any of your names yet," Ricky mentioned.

"Well paint me blue, darling, that is quite rude of us, isn't it?" the Krookodile asked. "My name is Fang. You can pronounce it as "Fahng" if you wish."

"Ha! Everyone calls me Toasty," the Emboar responded. "People call me that because I like to play with fire."

"Hey, you can call me Doshin," the Pangoro mentioned. "I bet you want to know quite a bit about me."

"Come on Doshin, it's not always about you," Toasty whined.

"No... actually I want to hear about all of you," Ricky said.

"Oh, well where do I begin, probably with school," Toasty started.

"...Doshin asked first, Toasty," Ricky said.

"Well, I went to Karate school," Doshin mentioned. "I was a black-belt under Master Makuhita's tutelage. I would win just about every tournament they held at the Makuhita Dojo there. Every part of my body is super thick and sturdy."

"Every single tourney, right?" Fang asked. "What about the one where the Rhydon drop-kicked you in the knee?"

"What? That... never happened," Doshin said.

"You're lying, you just don't like to admit past defeats," Fang mentioned.

"No! I always won!" Doshin pleaded. "I am like a martial-arts god really."

"So the one where the Hitmonlee knocked you out with an Enziguri kick to the head never happened?" Toasty asked.

"Never!" Doshin shouted. "You doubt how strong I am? Look, I'm still wearing my Blackbelt from school."

"We know you're a Blackbelt," Fang mentioned. "We just know you're lying when you say you never EVER lost a match at karate."

"Your school was always in the news," Toasty mentioned.

"Sorry Doshin, but even I read about your defeat when the Lopunny made you trip and fall using your own momentum against you," Ricky mentioned.

"LIES! All lies!" Doshin shouted.

"Well I will at least be honest with you," Fang said. "I am a person who fights against the fashion industry and how it turns people into corporate puppets for the big companies trying to define what makes fashion."

"Oh, kind of like that song about the plastic doll," Ricky said. "You know the one."

"Exactly," Fang mentioned. "Many people think it's just a silly pop song, when there's actually a hidden meaning to it."

"Fighter of Fashion Puppetry," right," Doshin mentioned. "That's why you put all those rings on, including a belly button piercing and a brass bar that fits on your upper jaw every time you go out on a mission."

"Not to mention that large cape," Toasty said.

"Oh, and here's the funny part," Doshin started. "You also put on a pair of REAL SHADES! Even though Krookodiles look like they're already wearing shades."

"So? Many people think it looks gaudy," Fang mentioned. "That's why I kind of like it. It fits me, but it doesn't fit in with the plastic-doll image of Pokemon today. Not a detail to waste when accounting for taste."

"Hey, I have a background too," Toasty said. "Although it's not very pleasant."

"I don't care, I'd like to hear it," Ricky said.

"Well..." Toasty started. "...I went to jail for arsony."

"...How crazy are you with fire?" Ricky asked.

"There was a whole warehouse filled with thugs," Toasty said. "There was a cop broadcasting that they were looking for a gang of thieves and muggers called the Vicious Vines. I followed one of their members to a warehouse, wanting to be a hero, and... I burnt the warehouse down. It's because of my hidden ability."

"He's a very reckless creature," Doshin whispered to Ricky.

"That does sound pretty bad, but... maybe that's why you are here is to make up for past mistakes, right?" Ricky asked.

"No, I'm here for all the free food," Toasty mentioned.

"What!? Free food? Like cake and Miltank burgers?" Ricky asked.

"I'm pretty sure he's just joking," Fang said. "We eat a strict diet and we cannot intake too much fat, or else we get soft and disgusting."

"...Like Droopy!" Toasty blurted out.

"We also have a daily training regime that helps us build the muscles in our arms AND our bellies," Doshin said.

"Yes, but our legs are most important of all," Tuumba mentioned. "We need immense leg strength to compensate for our weight.

"The average Pangoro can walk from here to the inn in three minutes and twenty seconds," Doshin said. "I, on the other hand, can walk just that even though I..."

"Yes, I'm sure we would ALL like to hear about how great you are," Fang said. "You're such a ham."

"HAM!? I don't wanna be a ham," Toasty cried.

"Not you!" Fang shouted.

"Oh... okay then," Toasty responded.

"Okay, I guess we've all made our acquaintances now," Tuumba said. "Now, I guess we can start our day with breakfast. Our chef will make us a gourmet meal for us before we go out and search for missions."

"Ooh, my first mission with you guys," Ricky said. "That will be fun."

"I hope so," Tuumba said. "Chef! Time to do your stuff!"

"At your service!" Everyone looked back from the screen to see the chef, who appeared to be a tall, surprisingly skinny Typhlosion in a white outfit. "Five king-sized omelets served with Cilan berries, ground meat and my special vegi-berry packed salsa!"

"Woah, your chef looks cool," Ricky said. "...He's not fat, though?"

"Only the main members are actually required to be fat," Tuumba mentioned. "Our trainers and our chef can be any weight they want to be."

"In addition, they get some of our pay from missions," Fang mentioned.

"Hey, why can't I be the cook?" Toasty asked.

"...No one answer that question," Tuumba said softly. "Let him figure it out by himself."

After the group sat down and had their king-sized omelets, it was out to the post office to look for missions. Doshin wore his belt, and Fang wore her favorite articles. When they got there, they noticed a few Pokemon there were also taking missions as well.

"Remember, only one of us can go up there," Tuumba mentioned. "We don't want to block the mission board for other Pokemon. Ricky, you're a new member, so why don't you pick us one?"

"Are you sure it's okay?" Ricky asked. "Well... alright, I can pick one."

Ricky waddled over to the mission board and started to look through missions. But while he was doing so, there were other Pokemon there, and they were all from past guilds who rejected him. To make matters worse, up in front was one of the cruelest Rescue leaders he ever met: Hunter the Greninja, leader of the Range Rangers. Once Hunter even knew Ricky was there, he turned around and delved into his bag of insults.

"Listen lardo, you're blocking the sun!" Hunter shouted. "I can't see the mission offerings past your dumb shadow!"

"What? The sun's way over there yet," Ricky pointed out. "My shadow is nowhere near the board."

"What are you even doing here, you oaf?" Hunter asked. "Should you not be skulking in an alley right now drinking every discarded container of Spinda Cafe brand Grepa Juice Plus you can find?"

"Nope, I'm job hunting," Ricky stated. "I finally got myself a rescue group I can call my own."

"YOU!? In a RESCUE GROUP!?" Hunter shouted in a dumbfound manner. "Ha ha ha ha! That's right, of course you do land-Wailord. And where are they?"

"Hmph, you are quite rude," Ricky said. "They... ummm..." Ricky was kind of intimidated by Hunter's insults, and he knew if he directed his vision to his group, he'd just laugh more at Ricky.

"Ha! You're lying, aren't you?" Hunter asked.

"I am NOT!" Ricky shouted. "It's just they... well, they went off somewhere, and..."

"Hey, Ricky, is this bozo bothering you?" Of course, one of his team mates, Toasty, walked up to Ricky and Hunter. When he did, Hunter wasn't the only one who threw a fit. Everyone near the board started to roar in laughter.

"Let me guess, he's with you, isn't he?" Hunter asked.

"No, I don't even know him!" Ricky shouted.

"Huh? I thought you joined us yesterday, Ricky," Toasty mentioned.

"Help meeeeee!" Ricky pleaded, turning around and grabbing Toasty where he could. That's when Hunter looked past Ricky and Toasty and saw the other three members: Tuumba, Fang and Doshin.

"I thought so!" Hunter exclaimed. "The only rescue group some fat, worn out loser like you could possibly join is a group filled with other fat, worn out losers! AHAHAHAHA!"

"Fat, worn out loser THIS ONE!" Toasty shouted.

Toasty immediately thrust his gut right into Hunter, smashing him against the mission board for a second. ...This did not send the message Toasty thought it would, in fact it got even more laughs. Ricky was currently embarrassed to be around Toasty right now.

"No, don't hit him with your tummy, that's the opposite of helping," Ricky whined before falling forward onto the ground.

"Ha! A bunch of clowns this lot is, huh?" Hunter asked. "No wonder they're a normal ranked group."

"Toasty, please go back to the others," Ricky said. "I just want to pick a mission and get as far away from here as possible."

Toasty went back to his group, allowing Hunter to choose a mission. Eventually he found one that he liked a took the notice off the board.

"Alright, I'm heading out," Hunter said. "Catch you and the other jelly-sacks later the next time you're looking to make fools of yourselves."

As Hunter walked away, he walked past the other Mightyfat members. Each of them hissed at Hunter as he walked past, not caring for his ugly Greninja mug one bit. With him gone, Ricky resumed his search for a job.

"Hmmm, what about this one, guys?" Ricky asked.

"I saw that one first, you jerk!" one of the other Pokemon searching for a job yelled.

"Alright, then maybe this one," Ricky decided.

"I already called that one idiot!" another random Pokemon shouted.

"Then... I guess I could settle for this one," Ricky decided.

"Hey! What is wrong with you, you brute!" a third random Pokemon shouted.

"...Did these people actually call these missions, or are they just trying to bully us?" Ricky mumbled under his breath. "Forget it, I'm just taking one."

Ricky tipped forward to the board and pulled off one of the sheets. He then waddled back to the group and read out the notice.

"Okay, there's a Snover trapped in the third section of a small forest," Ricky said. "Sounds easy enough. We would be wise to start slow if it's true we're normal rank."

"We... actually have yet to complete a successful mission," Fang said.

"No thanks to porker here," Doshin mentioned, pointing his thumb at Toasty.

"...Really?" Ricky asked.

"You think anyone over by the board knew us by name?" Tuumba asked. "Truth is, we are only starting out. Sure, I have a few friends helping me with the group, but as it turns out, Fang, Doshin and Toasty are only a few days more recent than you are."

"Not to mention, Toasty always screws up," Doshin mentioned. "His idea of saving the day is blasting fire at everything in sight."

"That's not true, I can be just as competent as you guys!" Toasty challenged.

"Fine! Why don't you prove it?" Fang asked. "We have an easy one today, so even you shouldn't mess it up too badly."

"Alright, let's go," Ricky said. "I think this will be a fun mission. ...And yet, I can't help but wonder what I got myself into."

Trudging through the forest was easy. None of the creatures they came across wanted anything to do with Ricky and his group, so it was a pretty uneventful romp through the forest. While walking in the final area, Ricky decided to ask everyone of their specialties.

"By the way, I don't know what you guys are capable of," Ricky said. "I have this club and a few lightning powers. I can summon a quick Thunderbolt, or even charge up a slower but more powerful Thunder."

"Naturally, I'm an earth user," Fang mentioned. "All of us can shake the ground, but I'm the only one who can move it. Plus I also got my teeth. The crushing force behind my jaw is feared, which is how I got the name Fang."

"Fire! I use lots of fire in my style," Toasty mentioned. "I'm also in charge of brewing coffee and tea, since I can summon boiling hot water."

"I use all types of fighting moves, including forceful ones," Doshin mentioned. "I also deal in a few dark techniques like Fang does, for example knocking away people's items and rabbit punches."

"Me?" Tuumba asked. "I don't have much, I am very very strong. Stronger than the largest mountain, mightier than the most rapid rivers, and more powerful than a stampede of Mamoswine. ...I can summon Surf water though. I usually need to use it every time Toasty screws up."

"Stop picking on me!" Toasty whined. "I'll try not to this time."

"Stop... I think I see him," Ricky mentioned.

Eventually the team got to an area where they saw a tiny Snover. But surrounding the Snover was a group of cross Volcarona.

"Alright guys, it's show time," Ricky said.

"Alright, how should we do our entrance?" Doshin asked.

"Entrance? Wait, what?" Ricky asked.

"I'm going to jump in with my cape folded around my body, then throw my hands up in a dramatic way," Fang said.

"Why do we need an entrance?" Ricky asked. "Can't we just go in and save the day?"

"It's just another one of those fun things we do to stand out," Doshin said. "Besides, it won't take long to figure out."

"Personally, I've been trying to tell them how much time it wastes, but they won't listen," Tuumba said.

"I know! I am going to..." Toasty started.

"NO PYROTECHNICS!" Doshin and Fang yelled at Toasty.

At that moment, the Volcarona all turned to look at the area the Mightyfats shouted in. This made Ricky a bit concerned.

"Screw the intro, I'm going in to help," Ricky blurted out.

Ricky's advancement was almost as loud as the shouting. Ricky wanted to make sure he made his presence clear, so he started to beat his club against his hand to show he meant business.

"Hey! Guess the suit of this card!" Ricky shouted.

Ricky went into Tuumba's routine again, failing to realize that these were wild Volcarona who had no idea who the heck Ricky was, or what he was doing. One of the Volcarona immediately charged at Ricky. He just showed the Volcarona the business end of his "Top Percent Hammer", and grounded the Volcarona into the dirt.

"That's right, it's clubs!" Ricky shouted.

Two more Volcarona came charging after Ricky from different angles, with fire starting to spew from their faces. That's when Fang made her entrance, just as she said she would do. After raising her hands, she kept one hand raised with one finger out and the other arm arched against her hip.

"Not a detail to waste when accounting for taste," Fang said, right before getting into a battle stance and licking her chops.

"Uh... why are you..." Ricky asked.

"Intimidation, little one," Fang said.

Both of the Volcarona then directed their attention to Fang, and darted right for her. Fang crouched down and immediately swept her arm upward. The ground in front of her started to crack until reaching the Volcarona, where a couple of pillars jutted from the ground and knocked the two furry fiery moths out.

"...How exactly do Ground type moves work on them again?" Ricky asked.

"I haven't the faintest clue, darling," Fang said.

The remaining Volcarona were now furious with the new intruders. Four Volcarona were darting for Ricky and fang. That was when Doshin made his entrance next. Doshin jumped into view, punched the air a few times then thrust both arms opposite ways, one the way he was facing, the other behind him.

"He he... bugs aren't exactly my area of expertise, but I'll see what I can do," Doshin said.

Ricky managed to deflect one with his club, while Fang took one more out with her Earth Power. Doshin sent Force Blasts out at the remaining two Volcarona. ...But they had little effect against them. Then they started to charge right at Doshin.

...Until Tuumba made his entrance. Tuumba shoved Doshin out of the way of the Volcarona to intercept their attacks. The two fiery moths charged straight at them, but Tuumba just stood there with his tummy jutted forward. As Tuumba had planned it, the Volcarona crashed dead-on into Tuumba's belly and bounced right off, sending themselves down to the ground after making a comical "buh-boing" sound upon impact against Tuumba.

"Hmph, stupid lightweights," Tuumba mentioned. "We're lucky the Volcarona here are so dumb. Volcarona are usually much more threatening."

"Still, that was okay," Ricky said. The group almost forgot about their target: a small Snover. Ricky was the first to approach the tiny creature. "It's alright little guy, we're here to help you."

Ricky could tell the Snover was afraid. It just kept cowering, as if it feared Ricky just as much as the Volcarona.

"Don't worry, we're big guys, but we carry equally big hearts," Doshin said.

"Here, let me take you," Ricky said before trying to reach down to pick the the Snover up. ...For Ricky, good luck doing that. "Oh right, I'm a Raticate. Could someone else take him?"

"Sure darling, I'll do it," Fang offered, walking up to the group and picking up the Snover. "There there, everything is alright. We'll take you back to town where you can be with your loving parents."

Fang noticed the Snover was on the verge of crying. Fang had a feeling she was too scary to make a good carrier.

"Hey, you can ride on my back if you want," Ricky said. "I don't mind one bit."

"Maybe Tuumba should take him," Fang said. "He's just about the least scary"

"Hey, I've got a more pleasant face than most Raticate," Ricky said. "You know how much training I had to do just to achieve the ability to smile, close my mouth and widen my eyes to look warming? It's all about first impressions."

"Hey, I can do it," Toasty offered, coming up to the group to offer help.

"You, but you're a fire type!" Doshin mentioned.

"How can we trust you, your chest is on fire!" Fang exclaimed.

"You'll melt the poor thing to a puddle of thistle, snow and bark!" Doshin shouted.

"No, it's okay," Toasty said. "I'm careful around children."

"Hey, give him a chance," Ricky said. "I hear a common personality trait among Emboar is that they care deeply about others."

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll even put my beard out," Toasty offered. Just as he said, the fire around his body faded. "See, I can take care of him."

"I don't like the idea," Fang said.

"Come on, I trust him," Ricky said. "He seems like he really wants to do it."

"It's not really a secret of mine," Toasty mentioned. "I really do like children. ...I could never eat a whole one though."

"Ah heh heh heh, he's just kidding of course," Ricky said to the Snover.

"Fine, but you better not mess anything up," Fang said as she handed Toasty the Snover child. "Why do I have a nasty feeling I will regret this."

"Fang, don't worry. I'm a good babysitter," Toasty said. "Heck, I spent quite a bit of my time outside training doing babysitting."

"Let me guess, you had a job but you got fired after you "fired" someone's house," Doshin assumed.

"No, actually I still do babysit at times," Toasty stated. "Hello there little one. Don't cry, I'm not going to hurt you."

Toasty then started to rock the Snover in his arms. It appeared the Snover was calming down.

"Huh, he's actually doing good so far," Fang blurted out.

Toasty started to pet the Snover's head to warm the little guy up. The next thing that happened warmed everyone's heart.

"Daddy!" the Snover blurted out.

"Aww, no," Toasty said. "Still, I appreciate the... huh?"

"Looks like there's more coming," Ricky said.

Suddenly, three Scythers were coming out of the woods. It's obvious they were wild Scythers, and they looked pretty nasty. One of them was even brushing his blades together to sharpen them up.

"Okay team, this shouldn't take long," Tuumba said. "Just stand your ground..."

"Don't worry, I can take them," Toasty said.

"NOOOO!" yelled Fang, Doshin and Tuumba.

Toasty thrust out the arm that wasn't holding the Snover and immediately blasted a huge blast of fire at the Scythers. ...Unfortunately, he missed. To make matters worse, he set several trees on fire at that moment.

"...Oops," Toasty blurted out.

"Not again..." Fang groaned.

"Again? He's done this before?" Ricky asked.

"You idiot!" Tuumba shouted. "Why is it you cannot partake in a mission without BURNING EVERYTHING!?"

"Quiet down, you'll scare the Snover," Toasty said.

"Guys, the fire's spreading pretty fast," Doshin mentioned. "In fact, the Scyther's have already flown away by now."

"We better run before my cape catches on fire," Fang said.

As the fire grew greater, everyone ran as fast as they could. The whole time, everyone except Ricky looked back at Toasty and glared at him. Toasty proved that he was one of the big reasons the Mightyfats were such a low ranked team.

Back at the village, Many water types were gathering at the outskirts. Also at the outskirts was a female Abomasnow, presumably the mother of the Snover. But the one none of the Mightyfats wanted to see in the group was Hunter. They immediately witnessed the Mightfats as they came out of the burning forest. All the water types were glaring at Toasty, like they already knew it was him. The Abomasnow just looked on worried.

"My baby!" she cried.

Toasty ran up to the Abomasnow as quickly as he could with the Snover in her arms. He was very nervous, but hoped the Abomasnow didn't think it was him who set the fire. Still, he was relieved to see that she was just happy the Snover was alright.

"Don't ever run off on me again little one," she said. "It's a good thing these nice gentlemen risked their lives to..."

"Fire starter," the Snover blurted out, pointing to Toasty. "He cause fire."

Toasty backed up into his group, who were all still glaring at him. Of course, Hunter was there to add insult to injury.

"Ha! I figured just as much," Hunter said. "You and your friends are just as useless as they look, aren't they."

"Uhh... Well... Alright it was me," Toasty said. "There were these Scythers. I tried to fight them, but... I missed. ...And then the forest went burny-boom-boom and what not. ...Uhh... at least your son is in perfect condition though."

"...Get away from my son," the Abomasnow said, turn herself and her son away from Toasty. The fat pig started to feel sad, as if he has just lost a friend. While he was grieving, Master Tuumba walked up to him from behind.

"...I tried, Master Tuumba," Toasty said. "I really tried this time."

"For the next hour, I will be helping the water types put out your mistake," Tuumba said. "It's the least I can do to make up for your blunder. In the meantime, you, Ricky, Doshin and Fang can go back to our headquarters. I WILL HAVE A LONG TALK WITH YOU WHEN I GET BACK."

"What? You think you can help us?" Hunter asked. "Go on, your kind have caused enough trouble as it is."

"Toasty already confessed full responsibility," Tuumba reminded. "I have a debt to pay, so I am going to help your spindly hide whether you like it or not."

"Well be my guest then," Hunter taunted. "It will probably be fun to watch you screw things up even more."

As Tuumba and the water types were heading to the forest to put out the blaze, Ricky, Fang and Doshin went over to Toasty, who was sitting on the ground with a tear in his eye.

"That's the fourth time, Toasty," Doshin mentioned.

"Why do we even keep you around?" Fang asked.

"You're completely useless, you dumb oaf!" Doshin shouted.

"Tuumba is going to pick the flesh off your bones for this one," Fang added.

"Guys, ease off of him, don't you think he feels bad enough?" Ricky asked.

"Seriously, I may not be good with bugs, but at least I didn't burn the forest down!" Doshin shouted at Toasty.

"Doshin, maybe Ricky's right," Fang said.

"In my entire time being with you guys, I never botched anything..." Doshin started.

"DOSHIN! Leave him alone!" Fang shouted.

"Thanks for siding with me, Fang," Ricky complimented.

"Oh man, I hate Hunter and those Range Rangers," Toasty mentioned. "They always have to stir the pot, don't they?"

"They're a nasty lot, that's for true," Fang added.

"Man, what am I going to do?" Toasty asked. "Tuumba is going to snuff me. ...Maybe you're right, guys. Maybe I should just quit the group."

"That probably won't be necessary, Tuumba's probably going to terminate you anyway," Doshin said.

"Shut up Doshin!" Fang yelled.

"Well... I guess there's nothing left to do but to face the music," Toasty said. "Come on guys, let's go."

So they went back to base camp to wait for Tuumba to arrive. Fang had a nicely sized rock and decided to throw it to Ricky, who would bat it gently back to the other group: sort of like a game of catch that allowed Ricky a chance to play. There wasn't much to this warehouse: just a bunch of crates and some piles of straw. Eventually, Tuumba returned to HQ, making his presence known with some loud stomping noises.

"Toasty! In my office now!" Tuumba said.

"I keep telling you, it's not really an office," Toasty said. "It's just two walls of boxes at the end of the..."

"NOW!" Tuumba commanded.

"...Yes sir," Toasty whimpered.

Tuumba lead Toasty to the back of the room behind a big wall of crates. Ricky could already imagine the drama that would ensue from the situation.

"...Do you think Tuumba would mind if I put in a good word for Toasty?" Ricky asked.

"Do you feel bad about Toasty right now?" Fang asked.

"Yes, I... I think I do," Ricky said. "I'm going to... talk to the two about Toasty's fate."

As Ricky was crawling over to the wall of boxes, Tuumba was giving Toasty the business. Mostly it was just a case of yelling and pleading.

"Remind me why I continue to allow you in this group?" Tuumba asked. "That makes four missions we have been on, and four missions you completely ruined for us since we started. We didn't even get payed for this mission. The damage you caused NULLIFIED IT!"

"Well, we didn't become a group for the currency, did we?" Toasty asked.

"Toasty, do you have any idea how serious this is?" Tuumba asked.

"Yes Master Tuumba, I understand the situation," Toasty said. "I'll try not to do it again."

"If trying is all you can promise me, then maybe you are better off a BABY SITTER!" Tuumba mentioned. "Assuming your pyromania doesn't ruin any chance you have of a life already."

"Please Master Tuumba, I really like hanging out with Fang and Ricky, I always have," Toasty said. "It's been my dream to do good and help people."

"But you haven't so far," Tuumba mentioned. "You have yet to show me one scrap of evidence that you belong in a Rescue Team at all."

"But..." Tuumba started.

"But" NOTHING!" Tuumba roared. "YOU ARE RUINING OUR GROUP! THE DESTRUCTION YOU HAVE CAUSED IS COSTING US POINTS! WE CAN NOT AFFORD TO KEEP YOU AROUND FOR MUCH LONGER, AND IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEM SOON, THE MIGHTYFATS ARE DONE FOR!"

"...I understand," Toasty whimpered. "I... I failed you Master Tuumba, and now I have to face punishment. It's just... I'm so reckless. I don't think things through very well, and hearing that I might destroy the group makes me feel very depressed."

"It should make you feel that way," Tuumba added.

"I am so sorry," Toasty said. "I... I will pack my things and leave."

Ricky overheard the talking and was startled by what he heard. He had just met Toasty, but now Toasty was already on the verge of leaving on the first day that Ricky knew him? Toasty went past the wall of boxes to talk him out of it.

"Wait, Master Tuumba, can I vouch for him?" Ricky asked.

"Hmmm, looks like the newbie has something to say," Tuumba grumbled.

"Maybe it's just the good guy in me saying this, but I don't want to see him go," Ricky said.

"I do not wish to let him go," Tuumba said. "However, it's for the better."

"What if I help him?" Ricky asked. "Toasty seems like a nice guy and I want him to stay."

"I can tell, but so far, he's been a nuisance," Tuumba stated.

"Toasty means well," Ricky said. "It sounds like he regrets the mistakes he's made, and I'm sure the pressure put onto him will cause him to improve. If you threaten to get rid of him, he will do what he can to make sure you don't, and I have no doubt in my mind that it means trying to control his fire abilities."

"Well, since you put it that way..." Tuumba muttered.

"Please, Master Tuumba, let him have one more chance," Ricky said. "After all, you've suggested to me that you would hate to send someone away who has nowhere else to go. Toasty doesn't seem to be any different from me in that regard. After all he's done, if you let him go, then he has nothing. No one is going to allow him the chance to redeem himself after the destruction he's caused. Only you can give him the chance at redemption. So what do you say?"

"Let me have a few to think about it," Tuumba said. After almost half a minute, Tuumba had made his decision. "Very well, Toasty may have one more chance."

"Really? Do you mean it?" Toasty asked, cheering up a bit after what Tuumba said.

"HOWEVER, this is your last chance," Tuumba mentioned. "As much as I would hate to throw you out and watch you fade, if I keep a nuisance around like you for too long, ALL OF US will fade. I hope I have made myself clear."

"Yes, yes, I will try harder," Toasty said.

"What did I tell you about "trying?" Tuumba asked. "You WILL control your powers, or you are gone for good!"

"Yes, yes, I WILL control my abilities," Toasty said. "...I just want to be a Mightyfat so badly I could cry."

"Very well, you two may go," Tuumba said. "Like I said... this is your last mulligan."

Toasty and Ricky walked over to the others. You would think Toasty would be happy to be given another chance. To everyone's dismay, Toasty panicked.

"ACK! I can't control my abilities!" Toasty cried. "I am and always will be a reckless Emboar! How am I supposed to live up to my promise?"

"I told you Toasty," Ricky started. "Always keep Master Tuumba in your mind. When you start to feel the need to use your fire powers, think about Tuumba."

"But... I don't know how to use my powers carefully!" Toasty shouted.

"Well? Why don't we help you?" Fang asked. "Me, Ricky and Doshin can all pitch in. ...Right Doshin?"

"Hey, why are you putting me on the spot?" Doshin asked.

"RIGHT DOSHIN!?" Fang reiterated.

"...Oh alright I'll help," Doshin said.

The four then proceeded to gather around in a circle and preform their signature belly slam group salute. They were coming up with some pretty good plans to help Toasty.

"Now, I think one thing we should do is to dampen that Fire Blast into a Flamethrower," Fang suggested.

But as they were strategizing, a sinister plot was unfolding. As it turned out, their adversary Droopy the Drowzee and his faithful sidekick Casey the Mienfou were listening intently before Casey drove Droopy away to strategize.

"A bunch of... losers... aren't they... Casey?" Droopy asked.

"Totally lousy, Titus," Casey responded. "That Ricky might have beat me, but only because he got a lucky shot. There's no way I can allow that to happen again."

"It won't... Casey," Droopy said. "They will not... be a Rescue Team... for much longer. I... have a plan... to abolish... their pathetic parade."

"...BLOW UP THE BUILDING!" Casey shouted.

"SILENCE YOU FOOL!" Droopy shouted back before using telekinetic energy to hit Casey's head on the roof of the forklift. "Do you... understand... that we could be... sent to jail... for preforming a task... as destructive... and obvious... as that?"

"Alright, alright, I cry uncle, what is your plan?" Casey asked.

"Well... we will... do it... this way," Droopy started.

The next morning felt no different from the previous morning. Danger could be found around every corner, the parents told their kids to stay indoors, and naturally the kids did not listen to their parents. The same Snover from yesterday decided to sneak out of home again. The Snover wandered down the path of the town until... he spotted a gummy on the ground. Soon, he spotted another, and another, and another. Like many young children, the Snover was too tempted by the idea of having lots and lots of candy to care about anything else. And so he followed the trail of gummies back to the same forest he was in yesterday, which had a huge section of burnt trees. ...Guess what caused those trees to become burnt.

The gang were up early that day. Toasty was eager to prove himself, and he ended up eating breakfast on the fly. The other members were trying to play catch-up with Toasty as he was rushing over to the mission board. Just about everyone from yesterday was at the board. ...Except Hunter, who wasn't there at the time.

"Come on! I wanna choose this time!" Toasty blurted out as they got there.

"Wow, he's really eager this time, isn't he?" Doshin asked.

"Sounds like I'm already achieving my goal," Ricky said with a smile.

As Ricky ran up to the board, everyone immediately shouted and ran. Right now, they were treating Toasty as some sort of demon pig. With everyone out of the way, Toasty looked through the missions. Suddenly, he found one that caught his interest.

"No way! This is the one!" Toasty blurted out as he took the mission he wanted and stomped up to his group.

"What is it, a babysitting job?" Doshin asked.

"Doshin, I would advise you to show a bit more respect," Tuumba stated.

"Something like that," Toasty said. "Look at this! The Snover child from yesterday is gone missing again TODAY!"

"Wait, how does a Snover child go missing twice?" Fang asked.

"Must be an adventurous kid," Ricky said. "We were all young once."

"Pfft, it didn't even mention who saved the child the first time," Doshin said. "Thanks again Toasty."

Fang started to wind her arm up before clocking Doshin on the head. She had had just enough of his shenanigans.

"It's in the same forest now," Toasty stated. "This is my chance to make things right. We have to hurry!"

"Wait for us man!" Ricky shouted as Toasty charged off to the mission. The others were following him all the way there.

...But where was Hunter? It seemed odd that he wasn't there. ...Or was he? As it turns out, he was watching them from behind the scenes, and it looked like he had a mission in his hand. ...The same one, with Snover's picture and everything else.

"Once a gang of losers... always a gang of losers," Hunter said to himself.

As they were searching through the forest, Toasty was running faster than usual, and the others could barely keep up. Toasty kept calling out to see if he could find the Snover he was looking for.

"Here boy! Here little Snover!" Toasty called out.

"I don't think calling for him after you burnt the forest down is going to coax him out," Doshin said.

"I'm sorry!" Toasty cried. "I'm sorry I burnt the forest down. I still protected you though, right? Please don't be afraid of me."

"How do we know he even came to this forest?" Fang asked.

"It was stated in the mission that it was in this forest," Ricky said.

"That's just an assumption though," Fang said.

"Maybe if we stood still, we would hear him," Tuumba suggested.

"Our footsteps are kind of loud," Doshin admitted.

"Yes, the footsteps," Toasty proclaimed. "They're making it harder to hear. Little Snover! I'm sorry! Please, let me know where you are!"

Suddenly, Ricky's ears started to perk up. He caught something on his ears.

"I think I hear something," Ricky said.

"Heeeeelp!" they heard a cry.

"Little Snover?" Toasty asked. "Daddy's coming for you!"

Toasty got a head start against the other Mightyfats. Fang couldn't help but notice something.

"...I thought he decided he wasn't his father?" Fang questioned.

The others followed Toasty to his destination where they saw the situation unfold. There was the Snover child with a handful of gummies, being attacked by the same Scythers from yesterday. Toasty felt he had a debt to pay.

"No... I can do good," Toasty said. "It's okay, daddy is here."

The Snover started to cry upon sight of Toasty. He felt a bit sad to see him cry, so he took command.

"I'm going to save that kid myself!" Toasty cried.

"What are you doing you imbecile?" Tuumba asked.

"I can do it," Toasty said. "I can protect him. RAAARGH!"

"NOOOO!" yelled Fang, Doshin and Tuumba.

Unlike the others, Ricky had faith. He watched in confidence that Toasty would do the right thing. Toasty started with his arm thrust again, aimed at the Scyther.

"Hey kid, how do you like your bugs?" Toasty asked.

The Scyther noticed Toasty and started to attack. Toasty then shot fire at them once again. ...But this time he only shot a little fire. He was practicing his limitation of his power, and shot a steady stream of fire at the bugs as they got far away enough from the Snover. All three of the bugs caught ablaze and started to run away from Toasty.

"You idiot, they're still going to burn the forest!" Doshin cried. "...Or what's left of it."

Toasty thrust both arms out this time. Instead of fire, Toasty shot out boiling water from his fists aimed carefully at all the Scyther. It was a special technique that Emboar could use. He was able to hit all three of the Scyther and managed to put all three fires out. This was not the same Toasty from yesterday: this is the Toasty that got the message.

"Personally, I like em rare," Toasty said, using a set-up line from his previous comment. "I... I did it... I saved the Snover."

"He... he did?" Doshin asked. "He... actually controlled his powers."

"I did good. Did I do good? Please tell me I did good," Toasty said.

"...Except for that really dumb joke, yeah I guess you did okay," Fang said.

...But the Snover remained scared. Even though they saved his life twice, the Snover did not forget what happened yesterday.

"No... don't be afraid, I'm a good guy," Toasty said.

"Hey Ricky, don't you have something to say?" Fang asked.

"You mean like I told you so, Doshin?" Ricky asked. "Toasty kind of spoke up for me."

"...Good, so we're not going to make a deal out of this then," Tuumba mentioned.

"It's okay, daddy's here to help you," Toasty said in a soft voice to the Snover.

"Step away from the child." Of course, the trouble wasn't over. In fact, it was only beginning when a familiar amphibious bully showed up with his group. Hunter was there, and he brought all of his friends. "I'd like to introduce you to my equally slim line-up. Please welcome Claw the Weavile!"

The first member made himself known by slashing the air a few times, followed by raking his claws together and giving one last slash outward. The Weavile named Claw then chuckled a bit, seeming pretty confident.

"Next, welcome my good friend Sun the Infernape," Hunter said.

The wily Infernape sprung forward, landing on his hands. He stood himself on only a single hand before jumping off it and doing two flips in the air, landing safely on his feet before crossing his arms in confidence. This was Sun the Infernape.

"And last but not least are the twins, Mystic the Gardevoir and Sever the Gallade," Hunter introduced.

Mystic the Gardevoir floated forward, while her brother Sever jumped in front of her. Mystic waved her arm over her body while a pink aura encased her arm before bringing it back to her face. The Gallade circled both arms, on arm going from six-o-clock to twelve, the other going from twelve to six, before bringing both arms together. These two were putting on a display.

"That's right, we are the Range Rangers," Hunter said. "We are true Rescuers, and we came to help the Snover by protecting him from a loose cannon like you, Toasty!"

What enraged the Mightyfats the most wasn't their arrogance, but the fact that all three were about as spindly as a strand of Ariados web. These arrogant twats were the exact opposite of Ricky and the others, as they were incredibly skinny and less than friendly and openhearted. But worst of all, they were stealing a mission that Toasty had already claimed.

"What are you doing here!?" Ricky shouted. "This is our mission! We accepted the mission before you even came to the mission board."

"I guess someone knew you were incapable of protecting an innocent child, so we came to do things right," Hunter said.

"Yeah, well that is not necessary," Toasty said. "The child is already safe, we're heading back, and mother Abomasnow is going to be happy."

"That kid doesn't trust you," Hunter said. "He would be much safer with me." Hunter then walked up to the Snover to talk to him. "Hey there little guy. Why don't you come with us instead?"

"We came here first!" Fang shouted.

"Well you have proven you're not capable enough," Hunter said. "So, in that case, I am going to save your little friend from you five. Sound fair?"

As Hunter started to get closer to the Snover, Ricky got angry. He swung his club into the ground with all his might and summoned a lightning bolt near Hunter's location. He was trying to show he meant business.

"Lay one finger on that Snover, and you will regret it," Ricky said.

"Look boss, the Ursaring-Trapped "Top Percentage" doofus thinks he's tough," Claw blurted out.

"Hmmm... perhaps we could make things interesting," Hunter said. "How about we fight for that child. Winner takes him back and claims the reward."

"What!? No! This is our mission you thugs!" Ricky shouted.

"What are you, a torchic?" Mystic asked.

"We just want to complete our mission," Fang stated. "Is that wrong?"

"Hello!? You burnt the forest down!" Sun shouted.

"That was an accident," Toasty said.

"Accident or not, you're reckless and dangerous, and you don't deserve the reward," Sever stated.

"Shut up! Come at me then," Doshin said. "I'll take any one of you losers!"

"Fine then, I accept," Mystic decided, walking forward to confront Doshin. Doshin started to back away from Mystic.

"...Why did it have to be the fairy girl?" Doshin whimpered.

"Let's make use of those type advantages," Hunter said. "Mystic, you take on the panda. Sever, you or Sun can fight Ricky. The other can fight Tuumba."

"I aint fighting Ricky, he looks way too easy," Sun said. "I'll fight the Snorlax."

"They both look too easy," Sever said confidently.

"Ooh! Can I get the crocodile then?" Claw asked.

"Be my guest, Claw," Hunter said.

"Alright! Let's go!" Claw shouted.

"And that leaves the big fat pig for me," Hunter said.

"...I don't want to fight you," Toasty said.

"Ha! It's because you know I'll win," Hunter said.

Toasty looked over and saw his friends desperately trying to defend themselves. Ricky swung his club furiously, but Sever was quick and made plenty of jumps at his head, right where it hurt. Fang was swiping and thumping the ground, but Claw too was fast, managing to land ice shot after ice shot all over her body. Doshin was being treated like a wimp as Mystic was hurling Dazzling Gleams at him. Doshin could do little but cower. The only one even remotely holding their own was Master Tuumba, and even he had a hard time actually hurting Sun. The wily Infernape couldn't reach Tuumba's head, but he struck wherever he could. Tuumba was so strong that all Sun's tricks, including a fury of punches at his torso and flaming stomps at his feet, did nothing to phase him.

...Until Sun jumped among the trees to gain higher ground. He jumped out and sent a flying kick straight at Tuumba's face, knocking him backward into a tree, which Tuumba's great size and weight effortlessly knocked down, which caused other trees to knock down. This worried Toasty greatly.

"NO! My friends!" Toasty shouted.

"You stupid hypocrites!" Tuumba shouted while trying to get up. "Now who's destroying the forest? Huh?"

"Aww, that's too bad," Hunter said. "I guess fat armor is a joke once people realize they need to aim for the head."

"Wait, you don't have to do this," Toasty pleaded before turning to Snover. "Come on little guy, let's go home to your parents."

"Surrender the kid, and your friends anguish will stop," Hunter said.

"Come on, want papa to lay down so you can jump on his belly?" Toasty asked Snover.

"Ignore him, you saw what he did," Hunter said.

"Please... I just want to do something right," Toasty whimpered.

"Forget it, bacon," Hunter taunted. "He won't listen to you."

The Snover almost looked like he was about to cry again. He looked back between Toasty and Hunter. Toasty was so huge, and he burnt the forest down. The Snover didn't know if he felt safe around a big lumbering fire starter. But then he looked at Hunter. Toasty almost tried to seem like he cared about him, but was Hunter doing the same. The Snover was unsure what to do at this point.

...But eventually, the Snover made his decision. The Snover eventually ran up to Toasty and started to jump up.

"Da... Daddy," the Snover said.

"You... awww," Toasty said before kneeling down and petting the Snover. "I told you I'm not your dad, but it's no less flattering the second time you say it."

"What are you doing, get away from that creature!" Hunter shouted.

"He chose me, Hunter, which mean he wants ME to take him back," Toasty said.

"Daddy... help me," Snover said.

"Ho ho ho, don't worry," Toasty said. "Daddy won't let this creep touch you."

Toasty stomped around and glared at Hunter. He clutched his belly for a second before slapping it twice, which... kind of showed how dedicated he was to the theme, but was also his way of trying to seem threatening.

"You foolish little idiot!" Hunter cried.

Hunter fired off a signature Greninja Water Shuriken aimed right at Toasty's face. Toasty almost stumbled backwards into the Snover, but managed to stop himself from stepping on him.

"Ha! So it begins!" Toasty exclaimed. Toasty charged at Hunter with his arms raised. He was stomping fiercely to make himself look as scary as possible. When you think about it, his group liked to put on a display when they fought instead of just going at it straight, so they used a bunch of silly, unnecessary movements when fighting.

"You can't win against me!" Hunter cried.

Hunter fired more Water Shuriken at Toasty, hoping to knock him out. As Toasty stomped forward, he tried his hardest not to let them phase him. Soon, Toasty was nearing Hunter, and Hunter started to get worried. Toasty wound up his arm around his back and then thrust it in Hunter's body. Hunter was too nervous to move, and ended up taking the hit. Hunter, being a Dark type, actually took a huge blow from Toasty's fighting type punch attack. Hunter flew into the air and into a tree, and seemed to be in quite a lot of pain at that moment. It didn't look like he was getting up.

Ricky saw what Toasty did and then devised an idea. If they could turn the tides a bit by ignoring Hunter's rules, they might come out on top.

"Doshin! Forget about Mystic, you can't fight her!" Ricky said. "Send a Focus Blast at Claw!"

"Wait, what?" Claw asked, as he was on top of a losing Fang, trying to shove more ice into her.

"Huh? I can do that!" Doshin shouted as he braced through Mystic's attack and sent a Focus Blast at Claw, just before Mystic's last shot sent Doshin backwards into the ground. The Focus Blast hit Claw dead on, sending him into the thick brush in the forest.

"Fang! Use Earth Power on Sun!" Ricky called out.

"Huh? Right! Got it!" Fang said before turning around off her back. Once she righted herself, she licked her jaw again, hoping Sun saw it. ...Which he did.

"Oh no you don't!" Sun shouted, shifting his focus from Tuumba to Fang.

As Sun charged at Fang, Fang stomped the ground to summon an eruption in the ground. It hit Sun and sent him flying to Fang, who decided to chop him out of the air, sending him to the ground infront of her. She then proceeded to stand one foot on him so he couldn't get up.

"Now we have numbers," Ricky shouted. "Time to focus on the twins."

"Hmph, if they EVER defy us after this..." Tuumba grumbled.

Tuumba stomped over to Sever and swung his arm at him as he was trying to fight Ricky. Not being able to multitask, Sever could not dodge Tuumba's arm. This freed Ricky from Sever's blades and allowed the two to take on Mystic, who had just knocked out Doshin. Mystic has range advantage as she tried to use Dazzling Gleam on Tuumba and Ricky. Her rays were much less succesful against them and eventually, they cornered her into a tree.

"May I?" Ricky asked.

Tuumba gave Ricky the palm to allow him to do the honors. Ricky pulled his arms as far back as he could, which wasn't very far, and then... he lightly bonked Mystic on the head, intending to knock her out without doing it too painfully.

It was crystal clear what the problem was with the opposition. While the Mightyfats were really good at taking blows, the skinny little wimps among the Range Rangers were terrible at taking hits. Toasty's shadow was still looming over Hunter.

"You... what are you..." Hunter asked.

"Who am I?" Toasty asked. "Let's go down the list: I am Toasty, the fire specialist. The lady over there is named Fang. She has an affinity with ground force. Our fighting specialist is Doshin. He..."

Toasty pointed at Doshin, who was just now waking up from his fight. Mystic hurt him pretty good, actually.

"Doshin is a stronger willed fighter than anyone I know," Toasty said.

"Huh? Did he just say something nice about me?" Doshin asked himself.

"Then there is our powerful and caring master, Master Tuumba," Toasty said.

As Toasty was talking, Ricky walked over to him. It's obvious Ricky wanted Toasty to say something about him.

"And then... there's my best friend of all, Ricky the young gun," Toasty said. "He's the one who helped me learn to control my abilities. Our group always felt empty, and then Ricky came and filled in that hole in our life."

"What... what is wrong with... ugh..." Hunter groaned.

As Toasty was talking, the Snover ran over to Toasty. Toasty snuffed his flaming beard before picking the Snover up.

"We are the Mightyfats, the plump, porcine protectors of those who cannot defend themselves from creeps like you. You ever think to hurt this kid or anyone else again, then don't be surprised if you find yourself going belly up. ...Now come on little guy, let's go home."

Toasty and the other members marched on back to town, where they delivered the Snover child back to their parents. But the fight between them and the Range Rangers didn't end. Eventually they recovered and tried to have them arrested in front of the town's guards, including officer Granbull. ...Lately though, people refer to him as Snubull, as he claims to miss being one before stumbling into the evolution chamber. Granbull was accompanied by Rhydon and Rhyperior guards. Both the Mightyfats and the Range Rangers were there, and accompanying the Mightyfats was the Snover and its mother.

"It was them!" Hunter shouted. "We were just trying to save that kid when suddenly they attacked us."

"That's a bold faced lie and you know it!" Tuumba shouted. "You came and attacked us!"

"Ricky fired the first shot!" Claw shouted.

"That was a warning shot, not an attack!" Ricky shouted.

"But you started the fight!" Sever claimed.

"None of us wanted to fight!" Fang shouted. "YOU threatened to steal OUR mission!"

"Wait! Why don't we ask "Jr?" Toasty suggested. "Hey little guy, what happened?"

"There... there were these bugs," the Snover said. "They were mean and scary and then... the big guys came and scared them off. And then... these smaller guys came and tried to take me away, but daddy protected me and saved me."

"It's sad, but... he probably thinks of you as a dad after... after his real dad left him," the Abomasnow stated.

"Ugh! What are you paying him? Gummies?" Hunter asked.

"I remember following a trail of gummies into the forest," the Snover said. "I saw tiny holes in the ground along them. I didn't know what they were, but they were kind of like footsteps. Small... round holes."

"Huh... Kind of like Mystic's legs!" Doshin accused.

This was the first time they noticed, but Mystic had a bag with her. The Rhydon seized her and opened the bag up, and there they found them: gummies! In fact, there were lots of gummies in her bag. This infuriated Tuumba.

"You were trying to FAKE A RESCUE MISSION!?" Tuumba roared.

"Wait! It's not our fault!" Hunter cried. "We were promised lots of pay by this strange creature. A cloaked creature and a small Mienfou showed up in a strange vehicle and..."

"Wait a minute! You were working for Droopy and Casey?" Ricky asked.

"Geeze, if you hate us for being fat, you'd flip if you saw what Droopy looked like without a cloak," Fang mentioned.

"With all of the evidence shown here, I am afraid I would see it right to have you locked up for a week," Granbull said. "In addition, your Rescue team rank will be reset."

"Aww, come on!" Hunter shouted.

"No more, you're coming with us," Granbull stated.

"This sucks!" Sun blurted out.

"Never should have listened to those guys," Mystic mumbled.

As the guards were taking Hunter and the Range Rangers away, Tuumba's anger was still lingering. He had his hands clenched the entire time.

"I can't believe they would stoop so low," Tuumba grumbled. "And they were helping Droopy of all creatures, promised pay that they would obviously not receive. ...Whatever, let's go back to base."

"Wait... Can daddy stay?" the Snover asked.

"Aww, sorry "Jr." but I have to get back to my guild," Toasty stated.

"Pleeeeeeease?" the Snover pleaded.

Toasty looked back at the other members. Each of them were giving him a warm smile that made him feel good inside. But those smiles also told him it was alright.

"Well... if they think it's alright, then I suppose I can stay," Toasty said.

"YAY!" the Snover cried.

Toasty decided to lay down and put the Snover on his belly. The Snover then proceeded to use Toasty as a trampoline, and Toasty seemed to be giggling the whole time. Toasty had a kind heart, and it showed here.

"Thanks for giving Toasty another chance," Ricky said to Tuumba.

"Well... if it changes someone for the better and makes them smile, then I made the right choice," Tuumba responded.

"Well, I guess Toasty can catch up with us later," Fang said. "Let's go back to the base. I'm kind of tired."

"Yeah.. no kidding," Doshin said. "My head is still spinning from that fight."

Leaving Toasty to do some babysitting, the others went back to base to rest off their wounds. At the same time, they knew Droopy was involved in the Range Rangers attacking them in the forest, and were being more alert on his attacks. Droopy was proving to be more competent than he looked. They knew in order to get the Range Rangers to work for him, Droopy would have to bribe Hunter and Claw, as they were Dark Types and his Hypnosis wouldn't work on him. Where ever he hides, what does he have in his lair that he promises to others?

Next Episode

Ricky's not the only young gun looking to join his group. Aster the Purugly is big, tough, surprisingly agile, and really, really, really, really, REALLY seems to hate Chesto Berries. Ricky spends his time trying to befriend the strange Purugly. But who is Aster. And with every step the Mightyfats take to put their Rescue group on the map, Droopy finds a way to throw a monkey wrench in their plan. When Ricky and Aster get together for a briefing, Ricky finds out just how tough and powerful Aster really is. Is he friend or foe? Keep reading for the next chapter of Mightyfats: New Bird Among the Flock: Aster's Berry Crush Saga.