Chapter Two : Par-TAY!

"Whaddya mean he escaped!" came the shrill cry.

"Well, it was hard to shoot after I'd known him for so long..." came the response, paling in comparison to the yelled response :

"You'd have to be CRAAAAZY not to!" Yes, his slogan. Crazy Redd always enjoyed using it, but this time it just didn't feel as satisfying. He stood opposite Tom Nook, who was trying to explain his 'assassination' of TommoPK.

"Look, ya' haven't known him for that long, have ya'?" Redd demanded. Nook looked at his awkwardly shuffling feet in response.

"HAVE YA'!"

"Well... I s'pose so..." Nook murmured quietly.

"So," Redd began, "You need to get rid of that horrible guilt and try to turn it into HATRED. Think of how long it took him to get 10,000 points on your points system."

"Ten long months..." Nook growled, angrily remembering those dark days.

"Exactly," Redd agreed. "He ain't no chum. And we need to get 'im soon, or he'll spill the info." He stroked his furry orange chin, looking in every way the sly fox he actually was.

"Oooh, I have an idea!" Nook cooed gleefully.

"What?" Redd snapped, wheeling round on the spot to stare at the raccoon. Nook paused a while, an evil glint in his eye before answering.

"Tommy and Timmy."

As Angus came to, he remembered why he had fainted. He was about to faint again, but TommoPK threw a bucket of water at his head. Twice.

"What the hell's going on!" Angus yelled.

"That crazy raccoon Nook wants me dead," our hero replied bluntly. "He tried to shoot me through the window. And he succeeded. Kinda'." He rolled up his trouser leg to show Angus the bullet hole, which, thankfully for the bull, had been cleaned of all the blood.

"Ouch..." Angus winced.

"Yepper," TommoPK replied. "So, I need allies. Have you got a phone in here?"

"Yeah, on the cabin table over there..." Angus waved his hand lazily in the table's general direction, still dazed slightly. TommoPK dialled the numbers of his two closest friends in Pinktown, Dizzy the elephant and Samson the mouse. They both sounded like they had just been woken up by somebody in the middle of the night, which they had. TommoPK told them both to come to Angus' house at ONCE. He didn't bother to explain why, and just had to hope they would come...

As they lived in the same area of town, Dizzy and Samson walked slowly to Angus' together. They had both changed out of their PJs. Dizzy was wearing a misty shirt, Samson wore one of his own creations : he called it a 'Muscle Tee, NOT a dress!'. They strolled slowly and cauiously, Dizzy thinking about food, Samson about sports. But they both eventually came to think about the same thing : what was going on at Angus'?

"T-Monkey sounded scared on the phone," Dizzy contemplated, using his nick-name for TommoPK.

"Yeah, the dude sounded freaked. I wonder what's happened?"

"It could be a prank..." Dizzy said, his brow furrowing.

"Or... a party! A surprise party!" Samson cheered.

"With FOOD!" Dizzy joined in. With this thought motivating them, the two friends raced the last few hundred metres, expecting a party thrown by their best friend.

As soon as there was a knock at the door, Angus sat up off of the red sofa and looked through his peeky-hole.

"Not Nook," he called over his shoulder to TommoPk, before unbolting the door and letting Dizzy and Samson in. As soon as they saw the inside of the room, with TommoPK and Angus' solemn expressions, their expectant faces fell.

"So, it's not a party..." Dizzy muttered.