The smoking weasel walked out of the front door, waiting for the new psychotic weasel to follow. Psycho fell out of the door onto the ground and laughed a bit to himself, before Wheezy picked him up. "Don' do that too much." He said rolling his eyes at the giggling Psycho.
They began to walk down the street a bit, as Wheezy just lit another cigarette. "So yeahhh. This is our GREAAAAT city." He says, groaning as he looked at the mixed style of cartoony jerks and homeless. He rolled his eyes, looking over to Psycho. "Ya hungry?"
He nodded furiously, as he rubbed his stomach a bit. "yesyesyes!" he said, hopping a bit around Wheezy.
"Okay okay calm down. Now you see that food vend'r over there?" he hacked, pointing over to a stand full of apples. Psycho nodded and grinned. "Now I want you to distract the owner. Nothin big just distract em. Don' hurt em." He said, noticing a slight frown on the psychotic toon.
"Okiiii!" he said rushing over to the food stand. He began to make silly faces, stretching out his face and even tongue at the cartoony overweight vendor.
"Ey what ya doin ya creep! Yous gonna scare away my customers!" he said, steam starting to blow out of his ears. Of course Psycho kept on, just bouncing around and mocking the vendor. The vendor blew out more steam, his face red as he walked out over to Psycho, kicking him in a toony manner down the sidewalk a bit.
Psycho laughed a bit as he skidded to a stop a few feet down, waving back at the vendor who just groaned and walked back to his fruit. "Nice job." Wheezy said, coming back seemingly empty handed. He dragged Psycho into an alley, looking back and forth before holding out his hat. Out of it, poured at least a good 5 apples, all landing on the ground without showing any bruises.
"Yaaaaaaay" psycho just cheered, grabbing one and eating it. Wheezy rolled his eyes, still keeping his stolid expression as he ate his own. Soon there was only one left, and psycho looked down at it. "Have it, you did the work anyway." Wheezy said, poking it with his foot.
Psycho grinned and looked down at the fresh fruit, then looking up at Wheezy. The weasel smoked a bit as he turned away from his psychotic companion, soon getting poked in the back by Psycho. "heeeeeeere" Psycho said. When wheezy turned, he noticed the apple was cut in half and one was being held in the psychotic weasels mouth.
"How did.. ahh nevermind just if ya got the knife off the ground don't tell me." He said, noticing there wasn't a knife to be seen. Wheezy just shrugged and ate it, then starting back out of the alley. Psycho tossed up his half and swallowed it whole, letting out a toony belch as he followed.
"Now where to.." Wheezy said, tapping his footpaw on the ground as Psycho walked towards him. But Psycho didn't stop, as he began to walk right into the busy street.
Wheezy didn't even notice until Psycho was halfway across, and a truck was heading right at him! "HOLY $%$ #" he screamed, running out at the weasel as he grabbed him and pulled him out of the way! But as the truck swerved and kept going, another was heading their way. Wheezy pulled Psycho about, even tossing him up and jumping above smaller cars as they sped by!
After a few, he tossed Psycho to the side walk and jumped back, coughing a bit. Screeches and smashes filled their ears, as they looked back at the street. "Hey the cars smoke too!" Psycho said, pointing at a bunch of crashed cars as he stood up. Wheezy and Psycho were dirt covered, wheezy just groaning as he dropped the cigarette.
"Come." Wheezy said, dragging Psycho away from the pile of cars and angry drivers. He noticed a set of stairs leading to the subway, which he quickly ran into. When he was down, he threw Psycho into the bathroom and made sure no one was inside. "What the # ^#$# were you thinking?!" he growled, pulling Psycho close.
"I dunnooo" Psycho replied, smiling as he looked up at Wheezy.
"You nearly got yourself killed, or since we are toons, SMASHED INTO PIECES. What is wrong with you?!" he screamed, his eyes flaming.
"I'm psyyyyyyyyyychooo" he said, smiling a bit. Wheezy just looked at the toons smile, and dropped him, sighing as the flames in his eyes doused and steam left his ears.
"You are something that's for sure. Never do that again!" he said, taking out a few cigarettes and lighting them. He looked at the 'no smoking ' sign and rolled his eyes, just sitting down on the floor. "Okay Psycho. Can ya tell me a few things?" he said, questioning the weasel entirely.
"Suuuuuure!"
"Well first, why the $#%^& do ya wanna join us anyway?" Wheezy said, noticing Psycho sit next to him.
"Weeeeeeeell you guys seem cool! I saws you guys in this!" he said, holding up a newspaper. The paper said 'CROOKED COPS BUST DRUG RING. MONEY NOWHERE TO BE FOUND'.
Wheezy rolled his eyes. "Yeah wow. We certainly are something amazing." He groaned, smoking more as he coughed. "Okay next. Where the hell you come from." Wheezy said as he looked over the straight jacket.
"Ohhh this big place. They let me ouuuut!" he smiled, then hugging himself with his sleeves. "It sucked there!" he grinned, wagging his tiny tail.
"Whatever then. Ya wanna head back to the office or what?" he said, standing up. Psycho nodded as Wheezy headed back out of the bathroom, tossing a few lit cigarettes in the garbage. As they left, it began to smoke, a fire coming out of it!
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On the way back to the office, Psycho stayed up close against Wheezy. He even brushed against him, grinning. Firetrucks zoomed down the street, as Wheezy looked down. "What's your deal." He coughed, pushing Psycho away to only have him cling more. Psycho just smiled at him as he groaned.
They entered the office, which was powerless. Stupid lied down unconscious on the floor, with at least 20 bumps on his head, and 20 different objects with dents shaped like his head. Greasy just sat at his desk, holding a flashlight to the magazine as Smarty was cursing in his office.
"Where you two been? There was a huuuge crash around the corner, it you two?"
"Yeah. Someone ran a red light when we were crossin." Wheezy said.
"Aye don't tell el capitain about you and loco causin a crash. Hes muy furioso about Stupid blowin the fuse three times. " Greasy said, just licking his finger and turning another page.
"Well least he didn' kill himself." Wheezy said, going and leaning against the wall. Psycho leaned next to him, and somewhat on him as the smoking weasel just groaned.
"Okay okay. Tell me, whats with loco." Greasy asked, looking about and noticing Stupid was still KO'd, and Smarty was still cursing his head off.
"I dunno. He's been takin a likin to me. Weird huh." He coughed a bit as he patted Psycho on the head, looking back down as he took out another cigarette.
"Whatever man." Greasy rolled his eyes, just looking at his own magazines.
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Later, nightfall began to hit as they all began to leave the building. Smarty groaned as he looked down the street, seeing it was still filled with cars. "$ !#" he cursed, heading over to an old speedster and driving it down the opposite way.
Greasy took his own wheels out, as he went his own way. Stupid just walked down the street, as Wheezy walked out. He began towards the subway station but noticed Psycho was following him.
"Ey, why ya tailin me?"
"You said stick with youuuu!"
"Yeah but not after hours. It's time for ya to go home." Wheezy said, standing at the stairs that led underground. But Psycho then shrugged.
"I don't have a home!" he yelled, standing there. Wheezy raised an eyebrow and turned to him.
"Really? You don't got nowhere to sleep?" Wheezy just sighed a bit then groaned. "You uh.. wanna stay at my place for a bit?" he says, looking over at him.
Psycho hopped up and down and leaped at Wheezy, tackling him into a hug.. right down the stairs! They bounced around and then landed at the bottom. "Don't make me take back the offer.."
They walked up to the ticket booth, a toony anthro schnauzer working at it as he looked down. "Ahh Wheezy. Who's your friend?" he said, smiling at Psycho.
"Oh ya know, new member and all. You know the deal." He said, putting up some cash, double than his usual.
"Well he seems nice." He waved at Psycho, psycho waving back happily. "Oh you hear about the nearby station fire? Phew glad I don't work there hah." He said, handing Wheezy the tickets. Wheezy nodded and walked towards the station, Psycho waving goodbye to the ticket salesman.
After a good while, they left a station across the city. Wheezy pulled Psycho and walked up to a crummy looking apartment building. "Welcome to my amazing home." He said, leading Psycho inside. He walked up the stairs with him, Psycho looking around at the deteriorating building. Wood planks missing, cheap wallpaper, and even puddles of all kinds around made up just a floor.
When they got to the third floor, Wheezy led Psycho towards a door which read 3-12. He opened it, inside being a wrecked, barely livable apartment. Only one mattress, a ruined couch probably found on the street, and a barely working television made it up. There was a door, which led to the bathroom, probably smelling worse than the room.
"Don't go in there." Wheezy hacked, as he checked the time on his watch.
"Whyyy?"
"Do you have a gas mask? Plumbings busted and the damn
tenant won't even hire someone to fix it." Wheezy said. It was at least 10pm, as Wheezy looked over at Psycho. "Hey, time for bed. With me ya gotta wake up early."
"Okiiii." Psycho flopped onto the couch as Wheezy turned off the light, which didn't make it much darker than before. Wheezy fell over onto the mattress, yawning before he felt a tap, followed by a tight hug! "Thaaaaaaanks!" Psycho said, laughing a bit.
"Just go to bed." Wheezy said, softly pushing away the psychotic weasel