Dislaimer: I don not own Chip 'n Dale, the Rescue Rangers or any other related character. I own this story and the Rescue Ranger Mirror World (Or the Mirrorverse, to give it a cool name.).


It looked like a normal day in New York. People were walking around, minding their own business. They were so busy with themselves, that they didn't saw the fat cat wearing a purple suit running into an alley, followed by a mole, a skinny cat and a lizard. The fat cat, named Fat Cat, was holding a small golden mouse-statue. This band of gangster was followed a small plane.

"Faster, Gadget!" Chip yelled. "We're gaining on him!"

"Roger that!" Gadget said. She pulled the lever down, so the Ranger Wing could accelerate.

"How can it be that Fat Cat stole the Maltese Mouse again?" Monterey Jack, Monty to his friends, asked.

"It's priceless, it's gold and it's a mouse." Dale said. "Does he need any more reasons?"

"Where's our secret weapon?" Monty asked with a grin.

"Hanging around, I guess." Dale chuckled.

"This is time for goofing around, Dale." Chip said. "The last time Fat Cat got away with the Maltese mouse, and considering the trouble we had to go through the last time, I don't want him to get away with it again."

"Fatty, twelve o' clock." Gadget said. "Readying the harpoon."

"And try to aim a little better than before, Gadget Luv." Monty said. "We ended up tied around a flagpole yesterday and I'm not in the mood for that again."

"Don't worry, Monty." Gadget said, with her eternal optimism.

"But that's just the thing I'm doing right now." Monty said.

"Aiming." Gadget said, aiming at the Maltese Mouse. "FIRE!" she fired a sucked-cup harpoon at Fat Cat. But he quickly stopped, making the harpoon miss.

Fat Cat chuckled. "Not this time, Rescue Rodents." He said, twirling his whiskers. "The Maltese mouse is mine, all mine!"

"Can't you fire again?" Dale asked.

"Out of harpoons." Gadget said. She gave a grin. "Time for our secret weapon to prove her worth?"

Chip nodded and signaled Dale. He grinned and waved at the sky.

"I think the Rodent finally lost his mind." Fat Cat chuckled.

"Think again, fatty." A voice above them said. A flash of pink fur and the Maltese Mouse was snatched from Fat Cat's greedy hands.

"What the blazes?" Fat Cat yelled. "WHAT WAS THAT?"

"I don't know, it was too fast." Mepps whined.

"Boss, up there!" Wart said, pointing to the sky. Up there was a bat with bright pink fur with a reddish-brown tint, holding the Maltese Mouse in her talons.

"Who the heck are you?" Fat Cat asked angrily.

"Name's Foxglove, Fat Cat." Foxglove said. "Ranger-in-training and your worst nightmare."

Fat Cat growled. "GET UP THERE, YOU IMBECILES!" he yelled at his gang. "GRAB THE MALTESE MOUSE AND RIP THAT BATTY'S WINGS OUT OF HER SOCKETS!"

"Right, Boss" the three lackeys said and they ran up to the ladder attached to the building, to get to higher ground.

Foxglove chuckled. "Dale, darling." She said. "Will you be so kind?"

Dale, who in the meantime had jumped of the Ranger Wing and was on the building the three gangers were currently climbing, just as planned.

"Right away, Foxy." He said. He grabbed screw driver and unscrewed the bolts that attached the ladder to the building. He waved at the crooks as he saw the ladder, together with the culprits, falling.

"Idiots." Fat Cat said, as his henchmen fell on the ground. "How I ever got so far in the Criminal Underworld with you three as my henchmen …"

"Give it up, Fat Cat." Chip said, as he and the other Rangers stood on top of the building, out of reach to Fat Cat. "We have the Maltese Mouse and your cronies are down."

Fat Cat chuckled. "You might have stopped me from obtaining the Maltese Mouse today, Rodents." Fat Cat said, twirling his whiskers. "But there will be another day, and another day and the day after that. I will get my hands on it."

"Fat Change, fatty." Foxglove said.

"You'll see." Fat Cat said . he kicked his fallen henchmen, who got up and the gang left in the dark of the alley.

"Should we have told him that the Maltese Mouse gets shipped back to Scotland tonight?" Monty asked with a smile.

The gang looked at each other for a while. "NAH!" the said before they all went into a laughing fit.

"Okay, enough with the laughs." Chip said, wiping away some tears. "Good work, Rangers."

"Ahem." Foxglove couched. "What about me?"

"Like I said." Chip said with a smile. "'Good work, Rangers. All Rangers."

Foxglove's face brightened up. "Do you mean …?"

Chip reached into his pockets and got out a small badge, bearing the Rescue Ranger Symbol. "Congratulations, Ranger Foxglove."

Foxglove cheered and twirled into the sky. She wrapped her wings around Dale and gave him a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you." She said.

"Don't thank me." Dale grinned. "It's all your hard work that made you pass. Today was your final test."

"And ya passed with flying colors, lass." Monty said.

"Without you, we couldn't have solved this case."

Foxglove blushed and tried to hide it behind her wings. "That's not true." She said, a bit embarrassed by the attention.

"Not true?" Dale asked. "You singlehandedly …singlewingedly stopped Fat Cat."

"I just followed the plan." Foxglove said.

"Whatever it might be, you passed and you're a Rescue Ranger now." Chip said, handing over the badge to Foxglove.

She blushed again. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Now, let's bring the Maltese Mouse back to the museum before someone notices it's gone." Dale said. "We asked that guard dog to give us some time, but he can't stall the humans forever."

"Better get going, then." Gadget said, putting on her goggles. "The Ranger Wing is ready to fly."

"So am I." Foxglove said, stretching her wings. Dale quickly pushed her wings down. "You've done enough flying today, Foxy." He said, winking at her. "Why don't you rest in the Ranger Wing as we fly to the museum."

Foxglove giggled. "You're so good to me, Dale Darling." She said, blinking her eyes.

"Everything for my girlfriend." Dale said.


"Man, I feel like that time I was trading with that tribe of Jabber Dabbers in the Amazon." Monty said. "Glad that it's over."

"Man, I'm tired." Foxglove said, yawning. "I really need a bat-nap. See you in an hour or so." She flew up, to one of the branches in the top of the tree. Dale looked with dreamy eyes as Foxglove glided through the air.

"Dale, put your eyes back in your head and let's go back inside." Chip said, slapping him on the back of his head.

As they went inside, Dale suddenly stopped. Something was wrong …something was different …something ….

"Who cleaned up?" Dale asked.

"Hi Rangers." A cheery voice upstairs said.

"Tammy?" Chip asked. "What are you doing here?"

Tammy smiled brightly as she walked downstairs. "Don't you see that?" She said. "I cleaned up."

"But WHY are you here?" Dale asked.

"Well, I'm still a Ranger-in-training, aren't I?" Tammy asked. Her face became sad. "Am I?"

Gadget smiled. "Off course, off course, but you didn't had to come today." She said. "That's why we are a bit surprised, that's all."

It was true that Tammy was a Ranger-in-training. Five years after their first encounter and after a lot off asking and begging AND after getting permission of her mother, she was allowed to be trained by the Rangers.

But she wasn't going to be a Field Agent like the others. She was training to be the medic of the team. Considering she has been doing a lot of volunteer work in the hospital in her free time and being the best of the volunteers, she was going to 'graduate' from 'in training' to 'Ranger' in no time. Not that they have told the hyperactive, sometimes overeager squirrel yet.

"You still haven't answered the question, Tam." Chip said, tapping his feet.

Tammy walked past him, 'accidently' brushing her tail in his face. "I had nothing to do, so I decided to drop in." Tammy said. "I saw the mess and I just HAD to clean up." She, again 'accidental', brushed her tail against his face again.

Gadget giggled. She loved to see Tammy act this way towards Chip. Tammy knew that Chip and Gadget were dating for three years now, but she still liked to tease Chip. Not that she still had that crush on him, like all those years before. Although Chip would remain her favorite, she knew that he was too old for her. Not a thing that Chip liked to hear.

"And besides …" Tammy said. "I wasn't planning to stay too long. I have a date tonight."

"What's all this ruckus I hear In here." Monty asked outside. "I know that voice."

"Hi, Monterey." Tammy yelled.

"Hi, Tammy Luv'." Monty yelled. "How's your little sister?"

"Cheerful and still an appetite like a river full of Amazon Piranhas" Tammy said. "She keeps asking when 'Unky Monty coming to visit again?"

"That's me little princess." Monty smiled.

"Well, that's all the time I have." Tammy said. "Or the time that mother allowed me."

"Well, we'll be sure to be around the next time you visit." Chip said. "Get home safe."

"I will." Tammy smiled.

"Bye, Tammy." The distant voice of Foxglove in the top of the tree yelled.

Tammy, surprised, turned around to see where the voice came from, looked up, smiled and waved as she walked away. "Bye, Foxy."

"She's a sweet kid." Monty said. "She'll make a fine Ranger someday."

"Yeah, but she still has a lot to learn." Dale said.

"We also had a lot to learn when we first started this gimmick." Gadget said, thinking back about their first case.

"Well, let's get dinner started." Monterey said, taking of his aviator cap and placing a chef's hat on his head. "We have a new Ranger and that needs to be celebrated."

A few hours later, after Foxglove had taken her little bat-nap and got dressed, tattered jeans with a white sleeveless shirt, she joined the rangers for dinner. They had a great time, but still Foxglove seemed a bit …distant at times.

"Something wrong, Foxy?" Dale asked. "You seem awfully quiet."

"Mmmh? Oh no, nothing's wrong… it's just…" Foxglove said. "I have a bad feeling. Something is going to happen. Something …bad."

"Getting another of your 'magic vibes', Foxy?" Chip asked.

In the few years that Foxglove didn't was with the Rangers, she had done some traveling and learned all she could about magic. Although she couldn't perform magic, she had developed a 6th sense for them. She knew when magic was used and what kind of magic.

"No, nothing like that." Foxglove said. "Call it …a woman's intuition."

"Now she talking about it …" Gadget said. "I'm starting to have the same feeling."

"You both are tired." Chip said, placing his hand on Gadget's. "That's all."

"Don't underestimate a woman's intuition, Chipper." Monty said, leaning back in his chair. "Like that time I went rafting with me dad in the Sewers of my 'ome town in Australia"

"What has that to do with a woman's intuition." Dale asked.

"Me mom said she felt we would end up in a pile of euh, you know." Monty said. "And boy was she right." He chuckled when the memory came back. "Me and me dad had to bath for two whole days before the stench was gone."

"Lovely story, Monty." Foxglove said, rolling her eyes. "Do you have some more?" She meant it as a joke, but apparently Monty took it for real.

"Well, did I ever tell you about the time ol' Geegaw and I went fishing for the uncatchable Catfish of the Great Canyon?"

"About a million times." The four other Rangers said in unison.

"Well, how 'bout a million and one?" Monty chuckled. "It all started when Geegaw lost that in Tennessee from Slowey turtle and …."

And so the evening went on, Monty told his stories, even some new ones, until the sun went down.

Chip looked outside. "Rangers, time for Night Patrol." He said, putting his hat on. "Let's take the Ranger Plane.

"Shouldn't I best scout the area?" Foxglove asked. "With my echolocation I'm sure too …"

"Night patrol is with the whole team, Foxglove." Chip said. "And besides, you don't need to prove yourself anymore. You ARE a Ranger now."

"That's true, foxy." Dale said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek as he walked by, making her blush.


After an hour of flying around and no crimes to stop, they decided to just fly around a bit.

"What a wonderful evening." Foxglove dreamily said, leaning on her wings.

"For as long as it will last." Monty said, pointing at dark clouds that were forming not too far from them.

"Those clouds are forming unnaturally fast." Gadget said. "And are they supposed to be glowing like that?"

"Euh, Gadget luv, I suggest you turn around." Monty said.

Gadget pulled on the lever of the plane. But the plane didn't move course.

"Something's wrong!" Gadget yelled.

"WE CAN SEE THAT!" Dale yelled. "WHAT'S HAPPENING!"

"We're being pulled to the clouds!" Gadget yelled. "It's like a tractor beam."

"Like the movies?" Dale asked.

"JUST LIKE THAT!" Gadget yelled.

"Can't we jump?" Monty said, looking down. "Eugh, better not. Gadget, one word. PARACHUTES!"

"Can't Foxglove carry us?" Chip asked.

"I have trouble carrying one of you, let alone more."

They rapidly approached the clouds.

"Euh, is it just me or is there something IN those clouds?" Dale asked.

"Well, to describe it, it looks like distortion in our space-time, making a rift in the atmosphere."

"Simple English?" Chip asked.

"A WORMHOOOOOOOOLE" Gadget yelled as they were pulled in.

They all screamed as the plane got sucked into the wormhole. Their screams went slowly but surely silent. The clouds disappeared, and the sky became clear again. No sight of the Ranger Plane, or the Rangers. Nothing. Like nothing had happened.


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