A/N:Thanksgiving special!^^ fr all you guys! I've been working on this all day and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!^^ :D it took several hours...

*Chris's P.O.V.*

Four Zachbots followed the inventor into the room: two regular Zachbots and two of the megabots, as I had dubbed them. To be honest, the originals were quite pathetic compared to them. Zach strode towards me, the creepy smile never leaving his face. It was unsettling to say the least. I shifted, watching, as he moved over to my right side slowly. I didn't like being stuck in any room with this guy. Especially when I couldn't defend my against the guy. Like now...

Under the single, dim light over the table, I could see that the man was carrying something over his shoulder. A black duffel bag. What was in it, I had no clue and somehow I knew it was for me. Zach placed it down on the table, but it didn't make me any less nervous.

"So. Are you comfortable?" Zach asked casually standing over next to me. I couldn't read his blank expression.

I glared at him though I was starting to become concerned for my well being. The fact that a Zachbot just slammed the door close increased the feeling of entrapment. I said something under my breath.

"What was that?" Zach prodded.

"No" I muttered out.

Zach grinned laughing in that nerve wracking way he always had.

"Well good!"

"You see, I knew you and your brother were here before I started the logging. I knew you'd come and try to stop me. I was ready for you" Zach said pacing above my head. I could hear his steps as he walked along the metal floor.

"And..." he added, "I know about your little fox pet and it's babies"

My eyes got big at that.

"What? How-"

One of my tree cutting people saw it up on the cliff you fell from. Knowing you, I supposed it was one of your little friends. It make a good runner for my spying bot suit"

"Zach, no. Don't you dare hurt them, or-"

"Your in no position to be threatening me!" Zach said warningly.

"Wouldn't want your little foxys hurt!...foxys...foxi? Foxies...f...ox..s..what is the plural of that word?!" Zach turned, shrieking at an innocent Zachbot who bleeping in alarm.

Chris just looked at him blankly. "Foxes. Its foxes with an E-S, Zach"

"Yeah. Well your little friend and it's puppies are-"

"Kits, Zach. They're not dogs"

"ANYWAYS" Zach interrupted with irritation laced in his voice.

"Don't count on blue boy coming to save you. My loggers are keeping his busy probably as we speak"

"Same old chitchatting with your victim, Zach? Why don't you just tell me why you kidnapped me...again?"

Zach stomped and crossed his arms.

"Aw! You could at least play along! Seriously, you are killing my great speech that leads up to my master plan..." Zach pouted.

I resisted the urge to rolled my eyes at his juvenile moping. "Fine. What were you saying?"

Zach pinched the bridge of his nose squeezing his eyes shut. "The moment's gone now. Just forget it"

He sighed turning around. He went over to the bag, opening it. "So lets just get down to business then..."

The dark change in his tone was startling. I'd never heard Zach sound like that before. So...deprived of its usually proud and boasting spirit.

Just out of view, Zach went behind the counter and I heard the sound of a lever behind pulled. There was the sound of something powering up and he saw many colored lights appear. "My newest invention" Zach said more to himself as he went over and opened the bag.

Chris strained to see above the counter and could just make out the shadows of Zach pulling equipment out of a bag and setting it up. I saw an outline of a large bulky machine where the lights were coming from behind the counter that I hadn't noticed there before now.

"Knowing you two like I do, your brother's not far off" Zach told Chris.

"So let me just tell you this. My loggers had direct orders to plow down that stupid tree...and anything or anyone who gets in the way" Zach's voice turned menacing on that last part and his expression even more so. "You wild rats have always ruined my inventions. My perfect plans. Stolen the recognition and fame I should be getting for my inventions. But after today, that will be no more"

*XX*

Martin was tiring, but the fox kept running. Martin ran as fast as he could behind her, but was slowly starting to fall behind.

"Oh come on! Please give it back! It belongs to my brother!" Martin had to really run to keep up with the fox. She moved so nimbly thought the forest while Martin wasn't having as easy a time. She stopped in front of some bushes, placing the creature pod on the ground. Martin ran up, puzzled. "And...you couldn't of did this...a mile back because...?"

He picked up seemingly undamaged pod and stuck it into his pant pocket. The fox gave him a look before walking into the lengthy bush. It looked a lot like a natural hedge. Martin stood there confused.

You had a reason for bringing me here, that I know...

"But why?" he voiced aloud, knowing he knew he wouldn't get such an obvious answer back Hesitating only for a moment, the eldest Kratt decided to follow the animal and crawled through after it.

He was amazed to find that the bush was only a foot or two thick. He found himself in a large opening with the huge willow as center. The fox came running at him with her two kits behind her. She yipped at him and pulled his sleeve with her mouth, whining. Martin guessed there was something around bothering her.

Then he heard rumbling. Quiet, almost inaudible at first, but it got louder by the second until it was like thunder on earth. The whole forest shook, but not as violently as an earthquake would. Martin barely had time to turn when trees all around him started to fall. He dove out of the way just as a small tree fell where he'd been and a huge bulldozer rumbled by.

Martin yelled up at them "Hey! Hey, you gotta stop!"

The machine didn't stop and at first Martin thought he hadn't been heard. But then the dozer's driver looked at him with a smirk. "I got u'm boys! I found the bluejay!"

"Hey, what?" Martin suddenly got the bad feeling that the tree was meant to have landed on him. He gulped. Why were these lunatics after him?! He didn't have time to ask. He had to again dodge things coming for him as two more large machines appeared on the other side of the clearing, surrounding him.

Then he remembered the fox mom and her kits. He looked around frantically for them, but didn't see them right away.

"You better stay out of this! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Your brother already learned the hard way"

Martin whipped around. "Where is Chris?" he demanded. The drivers just smirked at him. The bad feeling he had before was worse now.

"Hey, guys! The boss said plow down the big tree!" The logger in a Loader yelled. Another tree came crashing into the clearing. Martin was clear of it's path, but the two kits were going to be crushed directly under it.

Martin leaped up already sprinting towards the two. He dove for them grabbing them in a roll with his arms ahead of the babies to protect them. He cleared the tree by barley half a foot, the force making him stumble forward. His eyes were shut, as he wasn't so sure he was going to make it because of his impulse decision.

He blinked, getting over the shock, and looked down in his arms. Temporary relief washed through his body when he saw that he had gotten both out seemingly unharmed for the moment.

"Get him!" he heard one of the men shout.

Martin didn't wait. He took off out of the clearing past the willow tree, cradling both fox kits in his arms. He looked back and was glad to see their mom at his heels. He ran a good ways from the clearing so that the loggers would not be able to get to him easily in their equipment.

The ground started slanting upward and Martin had to use one hand to help himself up the nearly vertical cliff. Part of the way up, he heard a loud thud and a cracking noise. He looked behind him just in time to see the willow tree fall and disappear under the forest's canopy. Martin looked down for a moment at the fox kits. They looked terrified. He'd forgotten who he was holding onto.

He pet them gently trying to calm before continuing up.

*Martin's P.O.V*

Once we got to the top, I had to stop and take a breath. I sat panting with my back to a tree and looked back the way we'd came. Again, I was relieved to find that the loggers hadn't followed us. I sighed looking back at the place where the tree had been.

"It's alright, guys. It'll be okay. I just hope Chris is alright."

I glanced over at the mother fox who was sitting beside me looking out across the forest. I looked up at the sky. It was at most late afternoon, but it was already getting dark. That's not good. Running out of daylight...

I pulled out my own creature pod to let the crew know what I'd found.

I remembered how the fox had come to me-no, more like found me- and somehow knew to bring the creature pod to me. But how? Oh, too many questions. Right now, I just wanted to know where he was. if my brother was trying to reach me.

...If he was alright.

*XX*

*Third person*

Chris realized that he was really serious about this. Zach finally started walking back towards me. "Time to get rid of my little pest problem"

"Chris knew now was the time to panic. He pulled hopelessly at his bonds watching Zach as he moved even closer, taking his time just to torment the younger man. Zach held a face mask attached to a long cord leading back to the machine he'd set up in the corner. He forced Chris's head down to keep him from moving while he slipped the mask onto him over his mouth and nose.

Zach smirked darkly, knowing he wouldn't be able to get it off and walked back to his machine leaving the Kratt desperately trying to shake it off. The box made a buzzing noise when he pushed a button and a clear glowing gas shot through the tube coming up to the face mask he was wearing.

The fluorescent gas filled the mask and Chris held his breath, knowing that eventually he'd be forced to breathe in the unknown chemicals. He didn't dare open his mouth to ask what it was in fear of breathing it in. Zach just stood by him, patiently waiting.

"You can hold it in forever" he mumbled standing very close to Chris as he started sweating with the effort. It wouldn't be much longer.

Finally when Chris felt his lungs would burst into flames, he took a sharp breath, immediately regretting it as he went into a coughing spell. The cold gas entered his mouth and nose. He could feel it intruding on his entire body. It didn't have a smell, but it tasted horrible. The coughing forced Chris into inhaling more of the gas. The cycle was one he couldn't help and therefor helplessly continued coughing while Zach just watched him silently with no expression on his blank face.

After half of an agonizing minute, Zach turned the gas down, and then off, though it felt like an eternity to the poor Kratt.

Chris felt his limbs slowly becoming very limp and tired as if he'd just ran a marathon across the country. His coughing stopped until he was breathing normally again, though it came in short gasps as the regular air kept getting caught in his throat. Now he couldn't even feel his arms or legs as they just stayed loosely on the table. He felt like all his energy had been drained and didn't even have enough to turn his head when a megabot came over.

The clamps over his wrist, ankle, and waist finally released him, but Chris couldn't even move his fingers. He twitched slightly with the effort it took, but even just managing that was exhausting enough. The robot picked him up easily, Chris hanging flimsily in it's arms, barely awake.

"Zachbot. Take him to the lab. I-" An incoming call on his monitor in the other room cut Zach's order off.

In the background, there was a lot of yelling A large man appeared on the monitor. "Mr. Varmitech! Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we found the other nature geek and, well-"

Zach nodded. "Okay, and? I'm busy here"

"But he...got away...with the fox" man finished unsurely.

"Mar'n..." Chris mumbled. His brother was coming for him.

Zach frowned. "He got away from you? That one rat brother against my bulldozers and loggers?"

"I didn't expect him to..." he mumbled in thought. "Alright. I want you to stall him. To fight him. But...let him win"

"Uh, what? I don't...understand, Mr. V"

"Trust me. I have another plan" Zach said slowly cutting the connection. He walked to Chris and leaned over so the were practically face to face. "I have an old theory I want to test"

A/N: I just love digging myself into amazing plot holes that are super hard to dig out of, huh? :/ probably why none of my stories are finished, but I WILL *cough*most likely*cough* finish ths one!DX review guys! :D