The masked Terrier snapped out of the trance when a tranquilizer dart whistled by. "Phew. That was too close for comfort." he noted, pulling his head back into the car. That was when he remembered what all this was for. He had one goal and he did not want it to slide away, being chased by the fuzz.

Slightly bored, he looked around and saw the squad car police radio hanging from its plastic wire next to the rear-view mirror. Certainly not wanting to waste this divine opportunity, he clutched the mic and pulled it toward him. On his head, he suddenly wore a black trucker's cap backwards with the word 'DEADPOOCH' scribbled in red on the front. The hat fit perfectly with enough space to not irritate his ears, and the cops chasing him heard Bogo's radio abruptly crackle to life.

"Hoo-wee!" Wade shouted in a mock Southern accent. "High time I put the peddle ta the meddle, boys, 'cuz I see blue lights in my rear-view and I'm smellin' some bacon!"

Within one of the the squad cars nearest to him, Chief Bogo sat in the passenger's seat while Francine drove. He grabbed the radio inside and called out. "Park the vehicle and give yourself up, Deadpooch! Don't make this worse than it already is!"

Wade, not being the surrendering type, pushed open the glove compartment and fumbled inside for anything of use. His paw found Bogo's second sidearm and yanked it out. Moving his eyes over to where he holstered Nick's weapon, he gave an impressed whistle and nodded in content. "Now we're talking." he said to himself.

Just try not to cause a wreck, there are mammals around. Disney warned.

"'course not, Walt. I'm always careful." Wade then turned to the back seat, looking at the same invisible camera as before. He simply shook his head, 'No I'm not.' he mouthed.

Wade...

"Walt."

The ZNN helicopter had been hovering about, capturing the entire chase on film. Seeing which car was hers on the television, Judy kept her eyes locked onto it, knowing Nick was at the wheel. It was not even a minute later when she noticed the sunroof of Bogo's car open gradually. It was soon confirmed by the snow leopard anchorwoman that two paws were reaching out, and someone was climbing out from inside.

Back in Francine's car, the chief glared down at the radio as if he were expecting it to answer him, personally. His concentration shattered when the elephant's voice hesitated in worry. "Uh, Chief?..." she shakily spoke.

"Not now, Francine!" he ordered, still glaring at the mic.

She pointed a large foot to the windshield. "Chief, you REALLY should look at this!"

"Fine. WHAT?" Bogo asked sternly as he finally looked up. As soon as his eyes found their target, his scornful expression turned nervous.

Wade stood backwards atop the moving squad car with his legs spread over the open sunroof, his eyes narrowed angrily underneath the black stetson hat he had just donned. His hands were paused at the hips while his fingers wiggled above the handles of both dart guns which were holstered at the side. As fun as this was, now was the time for business.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Buffalo-wings!" he accusingly growled. Inside the car, he had kept the speed with cruise control and stabbed his sword into the gas pedal.

In one, solid motion, he gripped the gun handles tightly. Flipping both on each index finger, he crossed an arm over the other and held both weapons sideways, pointing them at his pursuers. He then began squeezing both triggers blindingly fast, one after the other.

"Bang!" he frantically counted. "Bang-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang-Bang-Bang!"

With windshields being damaged and broken with flying needles, the persistent ZPD swerved to either side of the street in hopes of dodging the bombardment. Taking advantage of the opening, Officer Wilde drove into the middle and sped straight up to catch the rogue squad car. Wade's crazed shots continued until both guns produced nothing but empty clicks. Once Nick got close enough, he turned the steering wheel and rammed the back of the stolen vehicle. The sudden jolt made Wade nearly lose his lunch as he let out a girly squeal. Dropping back into the driver's position, he peered out the window just as Nick drove up alongside him.

"Pullover." Nick ordered, lowering his sunglasses to look him in the eye.

Chuckling, Wade pulled at his outfit so the former confox could see. "No, it's a spandex suit, but thanks for noticing." He flashed a mockingly kind smile.

Out of patience, and seeing how close they were getting to the city limits, Nick rammed the side of the squad car once again. Wade bared his teeth under the mask, seems this one wasn't going away anytime soon.

"You really shouldn't do that..." he warned in a growl, "I tend to ROAD RAGE!" Giving a violent jerk at the hilt of his sword, Deadpooch pulled the katana out of the gas pedal and turned it around, wielding it like a spear. With a bark of anger, he threw the blade down, successfully puncturing a front wheel in the other car.

The large cut had made steering nearly impossible. As he slammed hard on the brakes, Nick looked up to see a row of parked vehicles that awaited their owners by the entrance of Sahara Square. As a last attempt to keep the damage minimal, he roughly turned the wheel. However, the freshly popped tire knocked the car off-balance and it quickly began to flip.

In the apartment, Judy covered her mouth and gasped in horror as the news helicopter filmed the crash. Nick was successful in dodging the parked cars, but his was turned upside down on the curb and slid back, hitting a concrete wall. She shook her head fearfully, got up, and left as quickly as she could.

Luckily though, the seemingly violent crash was only a small scrape and Nick was safely hanging upside down thanks to the fastened seat belt. Groaning from disorientation, he managed to unbuckle himself and crawl out with minor bruises. Looking to the city limits, he could see Bogo's hijacked squad car racing out of sight. Though they were too late in stopping Wade, Nick's fellow officers were quick to help their comrade to his feet before teaming up to stand the car upright.


Slowing his speed to the legal limit, Wade relaxed a bit, turning on the air conditioning. He removed his mask and allowed the crisp air to cool his ever-burning skin. Thanks to the original, unrefined, Night Howler compound, the chemical side effect never ceased to eat away at his skin all the while-

"I think that's enough!" he cried, waving an arm spastically to stop. "Nobody likes spoilers."

Soon, after passing through the center square, Deadpooch finally had reached his destination. He reached below the passenger seat and found Bellwether's file, it must have fell during the chase. Opening it, he flipped through the criminal record and found he went in the exact opposite direction of the correct prison. She was actually held in the Tundratown Correctional Facility. Painting a mental picture of Nick, he quickly grew enraged, being sent the wrong way by the annoying fox.

Wade chuckled slightly in his manic anger before verbally exploding. "SON OF MY MOM!" He created a large dent in the roof through a well-placed punch.

Revving the engine, he pressed down forcibly on the gas and peeled out of the street. Though, to add to the crushing failure, the car had soon slowed to a stop in the middle of Mane Street. Apparently, it hadn't been refueled recently.

A long ways from the central square, a group of camels raced across the sandy terrain only to stop dead in their tracks. The loud, echoing sounds of angry yelling could've been heard with their ears. For those nearby, looks of confusion were etched on their faces as they saw the shaking car. The words most yelled from inside were random things like 'Flock' or 'Spit', and it seemed every time he mentioned them, he'd get even angrier and argue with himself.


Those darn language censors... what's a Deadpool that's rated PG? It's a bad day for Wades everywhere...