Hi there, everybody! Here we are at the fourth chapter of this story, which is coming along nicely. I am not sure just how long this story will be. Well, with this chapter, I just wrote approximately the first half hour of the movie in four chapters…Oh well, we'll see later on.

I originally planned to divide this up into two chapters, but I decided against it in the end.

So now we get to properly meet Dory and Bruce and his gang. Dory's looks are based off of the human Dory drawn, once again, by marsbarrl. Seriously, she made some awesome drawings. Although my Dory's clothes don't show her midriff. As for Bruce's design, I'm going to direct you to another deviantArt artist named LierMagician. She drew a short comic depicting when Marlin and Dory ran into Bruce. I saw the comic and immediately fell in love with how she drew Bruce (No, not just because he's good looking!). I think it was his gloves…they're way too awesome (I can't describe them properly in the story…You're going to have to look up the picture to see how they look like).

As for Anchor and Chum, I made up a description, but you're free to imagine what you wish. Dory's and Bruce's character profiles are at the bottom of this page, so check them out!

By the way, I borrowed heavily in this chapter from the chapter in Ronnie343's story "His Little Boy" when her version of Marlin and Dory meet her version of Bruce and the gang and the whole fiasco that follows. So a lot of credit for this chapter goes to her, though I tried to keep things original too!

Disclaimer: I don't own Finding Nemo at all.

WHACK!

Marlin fell back onto the ground, causing the pedestrian traffic to go around him, aggravating people and causing them to sneer at him. Not that he noticed any of this, being too busy holding his aching head in his hands. He had hit something head on…Quite hard.

"Oww…"

…Make that someone.

"Oh, sorry!" a woman's voice said, "I didn't see you!"

Once the throbbing subsided, Marlin lifted his head and opened his eyes. He found a pair of bright, amber brown eyes staring at him.

"Gah!" Marlin shouted, scrambling back a bit.

He was about to say something to this woman, an apology most likely, when the reality of his situation came crashing down around him. Nemo…Nemo had been stolen away from him. He had lost the van his son was taken away in…

Nemo was gone.

"Sir? Are-are you okay?" the woman asked, moving herself a little closer to Marlin.

Marlin put his face back in his hands, his entire body shaking with rage and grief. What kind of father was he? He had promised to protect Nemo but he failed…He was a completely and utterly failure as a parent…

What would Coral think of him?

"He's gone…" Marlin mumbled, depressed by the turn of events.

The woman stared at Marlin in confusion for a second before putting a hand on his shoulder.

"There, there…" she said soothingly.

"No, he's gone."

"It's alright."

"He's gone."

"It'll be okay."

"No, no, they took him away!" Marlin half-shouted, only partially aware of the presence of the woman beside him, "I…I have to find that van!"

He quickly got to his feet and brushed the dirt off his pants, looking around to figure out which way he should go first.

"A van?" the woman repeated as she too stood up, "Hey, I've seen a van!"

Marlin turned to look at the woman so fast, he nearly got whiplash.

"You have?" he asked hopefully and disbelievingly at the same time.

"Uh-huh!" the woman replied in an almost childlike manner, nodding, "And it passed by not too long ago. Nearly ran me over when I was crossing the street."

"A white one?" Marlin questioned as he stared in the direction the woman was looking in.

"Hi. I'm Dory," the woman stated cheerfully as she held out her hand, as though she hadn't heard Marlin.

"Where?" Marlin asked in a near manic manner, "Which way?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! It went, um…" the woman, Dory, looked down the street with furrowed eyebrows, "This way! It went this way! Follow me!"

As Dory said this confidently and proceeded to run off, Marlin followed close behind her, weaving through the other people on the sidewalk, a bubble of hope building up inside of him.

"Thank you!" he called out to Dory gratefully, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"No problem!" Dory said in response as she continued leading him down different streets.

As he followed her, Marlin couldn't help but actually look at the person who had given him a chance to save his son from his kidnappers.

The girl was a tall one, a couple inches taller than his own 5'7, and on the slim side. When she had been staring at him with those big amber eyes, he had also noticed that she had a spattering of freckles across her nose, both features making her look quite young, possibly in her late teens. Her clothes, a bright yellow shirt, denim overalls that reached her knees, and colorful sneakers, added to this idea.

Oh, and of course Marlin noticed that she had long, bright blue hair that she tied back in a ponytail.

Kids today and their dye jobs…Marlin found himself thinking, despite the seriousness of the situation.

Dory raced down street after street, apologizing when she accidentally bumped into people until there were barely any other people on the sidewalk. She felt sorry for the poor man she bumped into, who looked ready to cry. She didn't know what to do, so she had pat his shoulder and said those words that she could've sworn she heard somewhere before.

The second he mentioned a van, she remembered that awful white van that nearly ran her over and found a way to help the man. Dory did her best to remember which way the van went…

The sun was shining brightly today. There weren't any clouds in the sky. Dory looked up and grinned at all of the blue, the same color as her hair. She wondered why she was out running on such a lovely day. Today was more of a walking day.

Or, even better, a skipping day!

Dory slowed down and started to skip along down a few streets, humming a tune all the while. She heard a sound behind her and looked over her shoulder. Dory's smile vanished and she snapped her head straight ahead.

There was a man following her!

Maybe he's just going the same way! Dory thought optimistically. He'll go a different way soon…

But when Dory looked over her shoulder again, the man was still close behind her, a puzzled expression on his face. Images passed through Dory's mind of men who wait until young women are all alone and then drag them into dark alleyways and then…

She sprinted.

Marlin had been confused when Dory had suddenly slowed down and started skipping. He had half a mind to snap at her for acting so lightly when his poor son was who knows where and in trouble. Marlin's puzzlement doubled when Dory kept glancing fearfully over her shoulder at him.

He froze in his steps for a second when she suddenly sprinted off down a side street.

Marlin was panting as he ran after the fast woman. He may have been on the track team back in high school, but that was several years ago. He was quite out of practice, especially since he made sure that Nemo didn't run around too much and hurt himself.

"Hey, wait!" Marlin yelled when Dory started to zigzag down streets obviously at random.

He took a deep breath and then brought out the teenage track runner he used to be. He picked up speed, closing in on Dory, who was looking over her shoulder far more frequently now. They turned and Marlin noticed that it was a dead end up ahead.

Dory apparently noticed this as well, because she suddenly stopped and turned around, her hands balled in fists and a look of fury on her face. Marlin skidded to a stop just in front of her.

"Will you quit it?" she shouted at him.

"What?" Marlin asked in bewilderment.

"I'm trying to walk here, you know," Dory continued angrily, "What, the city isn't big enough for you?"

"What are you-?"

"You gotta problem, buddy?" Dory interjected, "Huh? Huh?"

Dory proceeded to get right up in an utterly confused Marlin's face.

"Do you? Do you? Do you?" she asked, looking down on the shorter man, her face close to his, "You wanna piece of me, ginger?"

Dory then jumped back a foot and did a series of strange "karate" movements that were so fake, a three year old would know the difference. As Dory made several loud, stereotypical martial arts noises, Marlin found himself glancing around, half expecting this all to be some idiotic hidden camera show he's found himself in.

"You better stop following me!" Dory said as she did a crane pose, "Got that, buddy?"

"What're you talking about?" Marlin finally said, at his wit's end, "You're showing me which way the white van went!"

"A white van?" Dory echoed as Marlin got a strange case of déjà vu, "Hey, I've seen a white van! It passed by not too long ago. Nearly ran me over too. It went, um…This way! It went this way! Follow me!"

As Dorr tried to run past him, Marlin blocked her, a sharp glare on his face.

"Wait a minute!" he yelled, not caring if he sounded rude at this point, "What is going on? You already told me you knew which way the van went!"

"I did?" Dory asked, a look of realization growing on her face as she put a hand against her forehead, "Oh, no…"

"If this is some kind of practical joke, it's not funny," Marlin growled, "And I know funny! I used to be a comedian!"

"No, it's not," Dory agreed, looking flustered, "I am so sorry, I know it's not…You see…I suffer from short-term memory loss…"

"Short. Term. Memory. Loss," Marlin repeated slowly, Dory nodding at each word. Marlin let out a small laugh, though he didn't find any bit of this comical, "I don't believe this!"

"No, it's true!" Dory insisted, "I forget things almost instantly. Though my family tells me it wasn't always this bad…I mean, at least I-I think they did…Hmm, where are they?"

After a few awkwardly silent seconds, Dory looked up at Marlin, who was staring at her without saying a word.

"Can I help you?" she asked brightly.

"Something's wrong with you," Marlin said bluntly, taking a step away from Dory, "Really. Y-you're wasting my time. I have to find my son."

Marlin turned on his heel and started walking away, looking over his shoulder at Dory, who appeared completely clueless as to what just happened. He sighed, feeling a small sting of pity for the girl, before turning his gaze forward.

"Hello."

Marlin froze in his tracks, every ounce of spirit in him fleeing his body in terror.

There was a giant man in front of him, well over six feet. He was leaning down, his face close to Marlin's. He had black hair and long sideburns, sharp metallic gray eyes and a large smirk that showed off unusually sharp canines. He wore a brown choker, a dark bluish-gray jacket with a symbol of a shark on it over a white shirt, blue jeans with a chain hanging off the side, and a pair of black boots.

The man straightened up again, showing off just how tall he was. Marlin tried to keep himself from shaking and hated how a very unmanly noise came out of his mouth when he tried to say something to the tall man.

"Well, hi!" Dory said cheerfully as she popped up out of nowhere beside Marlin, making him jump.

"Name's Bruce," the man greeted in a thick Australian accent as he extended a hand towards the pair.

While Dory tilted her head and continued to smile at the man, not terrified in the slightest, Marlin let out a noise even more unmanly than the last.

The man, obviously a gangster, was wearing black gloves. Not any normal gloves either. These gloves had metal covering the top half of his fingers, and the ends of the pieces of metal were sharped to look like claws, claws that could rip a person to shreds.

The man, Bruce, seemed to sense the apprehension on the pair's, well, Marlin's, part and put away his hand, though he was still grinning.

"It's alright, I understand," he said, starting to back away and turn, "Why trust a gangster? Especially the leader of the Sharks gang?"

Just as Marlin was about to let out a sigh of relief at the gangster's departure, Bruce suddenly spun around and shot a fist towards Marlin's face. Marlin, who had lost any dignity he had left with the last two noises that came out of him, let out a shriek and covered his face with his hands.

This is how I die…he thought over and over. This is how I die. This is how I die.

When he lowered them, he saw Bruce's fist just in front of him. Bruce loosened his fist, allowing the sun to shine off of the claws.

Dory didn't even flinch at the sudden attack.

Bruce started to laugh uproariously at the pair's reaction, while Dory wondered what was so funny and Marlin wondered what the hell he did to deserve dying at the hands of a gangster who was missing a few screws…

"So," Bruce started once his laughing fit died down, "What's a couple of city folk like you doing out here, eh?"

"Nothing!" Marlin replied quickly, his voice an octave higher than usual. As he coughed to bring his voice back to normal, he unconsciously sidestepped closer to Dory, "Nothing, we're not doing anything! We're not even out!"

"Great!" Bruce exclaimed loudly as he circled the pair, "Then, how'd you two like to come to a little…little get-together I'm having?"

"You mean, like a party?" Dory asked excitedly while Marlin tried to get her to shut up without Bruce noticing.

"Yeah," Bruce said as he stopped right behind Marlin and Dory, "Yeah, a party. What do you say?"

"Oh, I love parties!" Dory squealed, clapping her hands as she smiled at Marlin, who stared at her incredulously, "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes, well, parties are fun…" Marlin said, grabbing Dory by the wrist and gently tugging her along as he tried to get them away from Bruce, "And your offer is really tempting, but we can't, you see-"

"C'mon, I insist," Bruce said as he draped his arms around the two's shoulders, causing Marlin to stiffen.

"Okay…" Marlin moaned as Bruce directed him and Dory towards a tricked out car, most definitely Bruce's, "I guess that all that matters, after all…"

The three got in the car and Bruce proceeded to drive them to who knew where. While Dory started bouncing in her seat, occasionally asking where they were going, a question that Bruce answered with a laugh every time, Marlin stared out the window.

Nemo…he thought. Hold on. I'm coming…

Meanwhile, at a private airfield quite some time away from Bellerose, Queens…

The white van parked and the men got out, two of them carrying Nemo by the arms and legs. Nemo was too tired to cry or yell anymore. He could only look about fearfully, not recognizing his surroundings in the slightest.

All he saw was that these strange men were carrying him towards a small plane.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" Nemo asked, his voice hoarse from overuse.

One of the men carrying Nemo said something he couldn't understand. The man leading the group looked over his shoulder.

"To put it simply, kid, he told you to shut up," he said with a smirk.

"Y-you won't get away with th-this!" Nemo stuttered, trying to sound brave but still scared, "My Daddy will come and s-save me!"

The leader let out a harsh laugh as the group boarded the plane. As the other men sat Nemo down, the leader tied Nemo's feet and hands together with cable ties. Nemo winced at how tight the man made them.

"Kid, I'd love to see what a wuss like your old man will do," the man spat before taking his seat and ordering the plane to take off.

Marlin gulped as Bruce drove the car through a shady neighborhood as it neared dusk. There were shoes tied on the cable lines. A few scantily clad women were hanging out under the streetlights. There were groups standing at random corners, eyeing the car carefully. Marlin saw that some of those people were armed, but they didn't make any move on the slow moving car. Perhaps Bruce was a force to be reckoned with in this neighborhood?

If so, that made Marlin even more nervous…Never mind the fact that Dory had rolled down the window and was waving enthusiastically at the people they passed, as though they were old friends.

"Would you stop?" Marlin hissed at her.

"Aw, c'mon, Grumpy Pants," Dory said in playfully, "Be a little more social."

After a few more minutes of driving down a deserted road, the car came to a park in front of a small warehouse type structure. Marlin regarded this place carefully as he, Dory, and Bruce exited the car.

The metallic walls of the building were rusting. There was a broken sign with faded lettering on it. One of the doors was swinging off its hinges. The grass around the building was long and uncared for. Tires, bottles, glass and other garbage surrounded the building.

"We're not in Bellerose anymore," Marlin whispered under his breath.

"Ooh, how exciting!" Dory said eagerly, making Marlin wonder if fear was an emotion she ever felt, "Is this one of those garbage dump rave parties?"

"Not exactly," Bruce laughed as he guided the pair inside. As they stopped in front of the door, Bruce looked down and noticed Marlin about to have a panic attack, "It's alright, mate. Just relax, I don't bite…"

Marlin smiled uneasily at that, frowning once more when Bruce looked away. As the gangster rapped his hands against the door, the sound of the metal of his clawed gloves against the steel of the door made Marlin flinch…And, oddly enough, start recalling those Freddy Krueger films of his youth…

"There you are, Bruce!"

The Aussie who spoke, a tall and lean man with a shaved head, wearing a tan muscle shirt, ripped jeans, chains, and boots like Bruce's, opened the door.

"G'day, Anchor!" Bruce greeted, "Where's Chum?"

"I'm here, mate," another man with an Australian accent answered.

This man had shaggy, dark brown hair and wore a large leather jacket over a tight shirt, baggy pants, and sneakers. Marlin shuddered at the small hook that was pierced on the man's eyebrow.

"We got company," Bruce said, pushing Marlin and Dory forward.

"It's about time!" the man named Anchor stated.

"Let's get this over with," the one called Chum said.

While Dory looked ready to party, Marlin chose to close his eyes tightly as Bruce guided them into the warehouse. He may freak out even more if he kept them open. Marlin heard the noise of someone hyperventilating as he was pushed into sitting on a small metal chair. He heard the sound of a series of light switches been flicked on. And then…

Bang, bang!

Marlin tensed at this sound, his hands gripping the edge of his seat tightly. When he didn't feel the pain one would associate with being shot at, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in light.

Once his eyes did adjust, what he saw made his mouth drop.

"Right, then," Bruce started in a formal tone, "The meeting has officially come to order."

Bruce was standing behind a somewhat rotting but still durable wooden podium, holding a small gavel in his hand. Above him, tied to a railing, was a banner with the name of an organization on it. Dory was seated on one side of Marlin, the man named Chum on the other side. Beside Chum was an empty seat and beside Dory were Anchor and a small and thin boy, probably no older than sixteen, hyperventilating as his limbs twitched.

"Let us all say the pledge," Bruce said as Marlin gaped at the scene before him.

The three gangsters all raised their right hands. Dory, still smiling away, raised hers as well. Marlin chose to keep his hand down as he tried to make sense of the situation.

"I am a nice gangster, not a mindless killing machine," the gangsters recited while Dory nodded along, "If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. We fight only for self-defense, not for pleasure."

Marlin kept staring in shock at the scene before him while Dory clapped at the end of the pledge. Bruce cleared his throat and gestured at the banner hanging above him.

"Welcome everyone to the fifth meeting of our organization, Fighting Unrestrainedly Creates Stereotypes."

"Ooh, that's a nice name!" Dory exclaimed.

"Got that right."

Marlin looked up at the banner. Despite his fear, he managed to make a comment.

"So…You guys are the-"

"Don't say it!" Anchor interrupted.

"Yeah, unfortunate coincidence, that," Bruce said as he looked at the banner.

"Still better than the last one," Chum added, "It used to say Killer Stereotypes at the end."

Anchor reached over and punched Chum's arm for his remark.

"Right, then," Bruce went on, "Today's meeting is step five: Bring a Friend. Now, do you all have your friends?"

"Got mine," Anchor answered, putting a hand on the terrified teenager's shoulder.

"Hey, there!" Dory greeted with a wave while Marlin felt sorry for the kid.

"How about you, Chum?" Bruce asked.

"Oh," Chum answered nervously, "Well, I, um…seem to have misplaced my, um, friend…"

Marlin's eyes widened when he saw the bloodied hilt of a small blade stick out of Chum's pocket. Chum quickly pushed the blade back in. As everyone looked at Chum, the teenager took his chance to escape the warehouse.

"That's alright, Chum," Bruce said with a smile, "I had a feeling this would be a difficult step for you. You can help yourself to one of my friends."

"Well, thanks, mate!" Chum said as he put an arm around Marlin's shoulders, "A little chum for Chum, eh?"

Marlin seemed to be making plenty of noises that would make people take away his guy card today.

"Well, I'll start the testimonies today," Bruce stood straight behind the podium, "Hello, my name is Bruce."

"Hello, Bruce," Anchor and Chum replied dully, as though they had done this way too many times.

"In the past three weeks, I have only gotten into one fight, but only to protect myself against a gunman. On my honor, or may I jump in front of a speeding train."

Anchor, Chum, and Dory all applauded Bruce as Marlin tried to discreetly locate any nearby exits he could make a run for.

"You're an inspiration to all of us!" Chum declared.

"Amen," Anchor agreed.

"Right then, who's next?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, pick me!" Dory said as she raised her hand high, "Pick me!"

"Yes, the little sheila down the front."

Dory cheered upon being picked and made her way up to the podium as Bruce took the seat that she had emptied.

"Hi," Dory said, "I'm Dory."

"Hello, Dory," the gangsters replied.

"And, uh…well…" Dory pondered her words, "I don't think I've ever gotten into a fight before."

There was about a second of silence before the gangsters started clapping their hands.

"Hey, that's incredible!" Chum said in awe.

"Good on you, mate!" Bruce congratulated.

"Thank goodness!" Dory said with a relieved sigh, "I'm glad I got that off my chest."

"Alright, what about you, mate?" Bruce told Marlin, who jumped a bit at being addressed, "What's you problem?"

"Me? I don't-I don't have a problem," Marlin responded in a blink on an eye.

The gangsters looked at each other knowingly.

"Oh, okay…Denial."

With that, Bruce shoved Marlin towards the podium with a little more force than necessary. As Dory went back to take a seat, she gave Marlin a thumbs up. He stood behind the podium and swallowed nervously.

"Hello," Marlin started, his figure shaking, "My name is Marlin. I'm a pharmacist, but I used to be a comedian-"

"A comedian?" Chum repeated eagerly.

"Go on, tell us a joke," Bruce said.

"Well, I'm a former comedian…" Marlin answered.

"C'mon, mate," Bruce insisted, "Tell us a joke!"

"Well, I guess I know a good one," Marlin began slowly, chuckling a bit, "Um, there are these two ladies. You can name them whatever you want. Rachel and Jennifer, Suzie and Kate, Mary and Joan, whatever. It doesn't really pertain to the joke what their names are. They're friends, but they don't have to be. They can neighbors, cousins, sisters…"

The smiles on the gangsters faces faded as Marlin kept going and going.

"Anyways, the woman, let's call her Rachel, says to the other woman, let's name her Jennifer…" Marlin continues, only for his voice to trail off as he notices something lying on the ground just a few feet away.

A piece of paper with a very familiar logo on top…

"Sorry!" Marlin said as he bumped into a man at the entrance.

The man dropped a paper he was holding, which landed by Marlin's feet. Marlin picked it up, noticing an interesting logo on the top of the paper, which was covered in funny looking symbols.

"Nemo…" Marlin murmured as he walked towards the paper.

"Nemo!" Chum guffawed, "Nemo-I don't get it…"

"He's not really that funny," Bruce whispered, "No wonder he gave up the comedy career."

"No, no, no, no…He's my son," Marlin told them as he picked up the paper, "He was kidnapped right before my eyes."

"Oh, you poor man…" Dory whispered sympathetically.

"Can't believe some people!" Chum scoffed.

"Going after little kids…" Anchor agreed in disgust.

"Now there is a father, looking for his little boy," Bruce sniffed. Anchor and Chum were startled when their always tough and strong leader suddenly began wailing, "I never knew my father!"

"Come here. Group hug. We're all mates here," Anchor and Chum said as they comforted him.

"Ugh, what are these markings?" Marlin grumbled to himself as he tried to make some sense of all the strange symbols on the paper.

"What're you reading there?"

Marlin let out a shout of shock at the voice as he turned around quickly, accidentally smacking his head against Dory's.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Marlin apologized after the pain subsided. Dory was clutching her hands over her nose, "Are you okay?"

"Ow, ow, ow…" Dory moaned, "Man, you really clocked me there."

"I'm so sorry…"

"Am I bleeding?"

"You alright, Dory?" Bruce asked.

"Just peachy!" Dory replied as she and Marlin turned to face the gangsters, Dory lowering her hands from her face.

She wasn't aware of the small trickle of blood coming from her nose.

Bruce's eyes locked on the blood and he suddenly, for lack of a better word, morphed. His pupils dilated and his fingers twitched. Marlin shuddered at the smile on Bruce's face. It wasn't the same smile he had been showing off before. No, this was nothing short of a slasher smile…

Anchor and Chum seemed to notice the change in their leader before Marlin or Dory realized how much trouble they were in.

"INTERVENTION!" they shouted together as they ran forward and tackled Bruce, who had taken a step forward, to the ground.

"Hold it together, mate!" Anchor shouted as Bruce trashed about.

"Remember," Chum tried to remind him, "We fight for self-defense, not for ple-"

With a shout, Bruce knocked the pair off of him and started to rush towards Marlin and Dory. Marlin reacted quickly, grabbing Dory's wrist and dragging her towards the nearest door. The redhead let out a moan when he realized that the door only led to another, smaller room. But he went over to a couch and, using the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins at that moment, pushed it in front of the door just as Bruce began banging against it.

"Who is it?" Dory asked, ignorant to what was happening.

"Dory!" Marlin yelled, "Get away from there and help me find a way out!"

"Sorry!" Dory said as Bruce continued to ram the door, "You'll have to come back later, we're trying to escape."

As the pair searched the room, they heard Anchor and Chum talking to them in-between Bruce's attacks against the door, which was slowly starting to buckle from the assault.

"Sorry about…Bruce, mate!" Chum said, "He's got…some blood issues!"

"He's really…a nice guy!" Anchor swore, "Don't blame…him. He never…even…knew his father!"

"How do we escape?" Marlin wondered.

"Look, here's something!" Dory said, pointing at a hatch on the ceiling. The writing next to it read "бежать", "That's a funny word. It means 'escape' in Russian-"

Marlin cut off whatever else Dory was about to say by rushing over to her and lifting her up so that she was within reach of the hatch.

"Open it!" Marlin ordered as Bruce managed to open the door just a smidge.

"Here's Brucey!" he yelled dementedly as he peered through the crack.

"I got it!" Dory cried as she opened the hatch.

"Climb through!" Marlin shouted as Bruce opened the door farther and farther, "Hurry!"

Dory scrambled up and, with a grunt, managed to pull herself through the hatch. She then reached her arms down and Marlin grabbed them. With a lot of straining and effort, Dory slowly pulled Marlin up, just as Bruce burst into the room.

Marlin and Dory were on the roof of a small extension to the warehouse. Marlin looked down, thankful to see that not only were they only a few feet above ground, but that there were several bags of fertilizer waiting below.

"Alright, Dory, we have to jump," Marlin warned her.

"Cool!" Dory exclaimed as she looked down. She grabbed Marlin's hand, "One, two three, GO!"

Dory jumped, pulling Marlin with her. The two fell onto the bags of fertilizer roughly but were unhurt. Marlin got to his feet, pulling Dory up as well, and the pair sprinted down the street as Bruce came running out the main entrance of the warehouse, Anchor and Chum close behind, trying to remind him about the steps of the program.

"Wait…a minute…" Marlin panted as they ran, looking at Dory, "You said that was Russian on the hatch?"

"What hatch?" Dory asked.

Marlin didn't justify that with a response, instead mentally comparing the writing next to the hatch with the writing on the piece of paper in his pocket.

"It's in Russian," he whispered, adding more loudly, "Dory, you know Russian?"

"I know Russian?" Dory asked herself. Her face then lit up at her sudden remembrance, "Oh yeah, I know Russian!"

"Well, then…" Marlin began, reaching into his pocket, "Try reading-"

He was interrupted by a gun being fired, the bullet whizzing past his head. Marlin blanched as he looked over his shoulder to see Bruce pointing a gun at him and Dory.

"He was armed the whole time!" Marlin choked out.

"Hey, is that a gangster?" Dory questioned as she too looked back.

Just a block ahead of Marlin and Dory, a group of young thugs had stopped a car that was unlucky enough to have taken a wrong turn into the neighborhood. They pulled the driver out and were in the process of robbing him. The thugs and the driver looked up when they heard a gunshot and saw a redhead and a girl with blue hair running away from…

"Damn!" one thug yelled, his lit cigarette falling to the ground, "It's the Sharks!"

That sentence sent the other thugs scrambling for cover. The driver, in a state of panic, ran away screaming from the scene just as a stray bullet pierced his car and made gas start leaking out.

Marlin and Dory ran past a car that smelled funny at breakneck speed. After a couple more bullets fired, the two took cover behind a car just a few yards away.

As the gangsters got closer, Bruce seemed to be slowly coming to his senses. He stopped by the leaking car, Anchor and Chum halting right behind him, all three of them out of breath. Chum sniffed the air when he smelled the familiar stench of gasoline. Anchor also smelled it and the two stared at the trail of gasoline getting closer and closer to a still burning cigarette.

"Oh no…" Anchor moaned.

"Bruce…" Chum said warningly.

"Wh-what?" Bruce asked as he pocketed his gun, finally snapping out of his stupor.

He followed the men's gazes and his eyes widened.

"Run away!" he shouted.

Marlin and Dory peeked out from behind the car they were hiding behind, watching the three gangsters run in the direction they came from.

"Aw, is the party over?" Dory wondered disappointedly.

Gasoline and cigarette met and an explosion rocked the neighborhood, sending metal and fire flying around, lighting up the night sky.

Phew! The chapter's over! It was a bit longer than I expected, but I said that I didn't want to divide this up into two separate chapters. It was fun.

…You guys have no idea how long I thought in order to make a name for the organization that would work with that joke. I think this is the most "risqué" joke I've ever written…Shows how much of a priss I am, huh? Oh! Here are Dory's and Bruce's profiles! By the way, something to note for my profile, I only put down living family members in the family section, hence why Coral isn't mentioned in Marlin's or Nemo's profiles.

Dory Poole: Age: 25; Height: 5'9; Occupation: Freelance Russian-English translator; Family: Nathan Poole (dad), Maggie Poole (mom); Fun Fact: Thanks to her youthful appearance, her childlike attitude, and the fact that she dyed her hair a bright blue, Dory is often mistaken for being much younger than she really is. This can cause problems for her in numerous cases, especially jobwise since employers think she's too young to do the job properly.

Bruce Quint: Age: 24; Height: 6'6; Occupation: Gangster, Works odd jobs; Family: N/A; Fun Fact: Bruce is really devoted to his group Fighting Unrestrainedly Creates Stereotypes, but no one else in his neighborhood is actually aware of his change of nature. Because of this, everyone is still scared to death of him, thinking he'll attack them at the drop of a hat, so they try to avoid him. This puts a damper on his recruitment process, but he's still optimistic.

Giant, chocolate chip cookies to those of you who know where I got Bruce's last name from…

Well, please keep reading and reviewing my story!