:DDDDD I r soooo happehs!! Thank you to everyone who reads my story & leaves comments, you're what keeps me going (That & my boundless imagination oO)! And..-Gives KatNGoomi a sprinkle sugar cookie from behind my back- o Thanks friend!
Oh, if you can guess what Zolo's retard rant makes a reffernce to, I'll so give you a cookie.
Lolz, Toonapedia xD
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Randy stopped in the middle of the path & let out a horrified gasp. "What?" Oliver yelled, simultainusly running into him. Anna was the only one who had the logic to stop. She sighed, "So why are we stopping Randy?" She growled in an annoyed tone. He turned to Anna with a blank stare & pointed passed himself. What lie beyond the Bossbot's trembling hand was almost terrifying: Endless weaving paths leading into vast & plentiful suburbs, active & alert toons just waiting to spot the small party. Oliver gulped, "How are we supposed to get around that?!" Ana set Daniel down on a bright patch of grass, careful with his head. She began to pace up & down the cold path while the boys sat in anticipation. It was twilight now, and soon they wouldn't be able to navigate well. She looked back at Oliver & Randy, "Don't you have any ideas?!"
Randy shrugged "None atall"
"I'm empty, too." Oliver sighed
Anna groaned, and continued to pace.
"Hey you!" a deep, rugged voice called out from somewhere.
Anna froze & fear consumed all her thoughts over all. "Aren't you Betsy's friends?" the voice asked. Suddenly, Anna felt minor relief, "Ok, maybe we won't die tonight.." she mumbled, almost inaudible. "Course you're not gonna die, silly girl!" The voice laughed. Out from behind a large oak tree rolled Zolo: A Green, wheelchair-bound cat. His scruffy but long ponytail danced in the soft breeze as his eyes seemingly examined the four cogs. Attention was drawn to his bright yellow shirt, but was quickly redirected to his beige shorts: Empty.
"How did you hear me?" Anna asked, baffled.
The old feline grinned sheepishly, "You see, I'm blind."
Anna blinked twice, suddenly apreciating her sight. "Oh!" Oliver exclaimed, "So because of your lack of sight, you've got enhanced hearing?"
He nodded, "That's right youngin'. Even though cats have expectional hearing, the words your ladyfriend uttered were almost inaudible: A normal Toon cat would not have heard." His pale eyes gleamed in the afternoon sun.
"What's your name, sir?" Anna asked as politely as she could manage. "My name is Zolo, I'm Betsy's uncle."
All three were baffled; A Cat & a Bear being related? It took a second for the bots to put two & two together. "So" Zolo broke the akward silence, "What are you kids doin' out so late?" Randy sighed, "You see, our friend was 'nappped earlier & we be needin' a way to get through THAT." he pointed to the jungle of Toon homes just beyond them all. Zolo pondered on their situation, "Ahah! I've got an idea!" he chuckled. "What is it, old man?" Anna sneered.
Zolo just smiled.
"Well." he began "This entire neighborhood is convinced I'm senial. I can put on a show for the public, you guys can get passed easy!" he grinned. Oliver coughed, "So you're willing to humiliate yourself for us? But were--"
"Cogs?" Zolo's grin grew, "Any friend of Betsy is a friend of mine, boy." Anna smiled "That's real nice of you, old man."
Zolo's toothy grin softened, "Ok, follow me." He wheeled in between a couple of trees & quickly made it to the middle of one of the weaving roads. The others struggled to keep up with him, "Damn he's fast!" Oliver huffed, "You can say that again!" Randy sighed. Anna smiled, listening to the jingling of Vince's unmoving gears.
Wow, never expected this from an old cat in a wheelchair.
Zolo grinned wildly again, "I just thought of somethin' real good. You guys stay here & wait for my signal" "But what's the--" before Oliver could finish, he wheeled off into the center of the toon homes. Anna huffed, "I wanna get closer, see what he's gonna do."
"Meow meow MEOW!!" Zolo screamed at the top of aged his lungs. As if on que, a couple toons stepped out of their houses to see what the heck it was. "Cat Chooooow! Cease your flatulant winds & hear my mind numbing expulsions of wicked noise!!" At this point, several toons flocked around him, as if amused by his strangeness.
"This guy's crazy!" a sea foam dog whispered to a red cat standing next to him. "Does he live around here?" The cat looked at his neighbor, baffled, "You don't know this guy? His name is Zolo. They say he served in the Cold War thirty years back, and it left him blind, wheelchair-bound, and crazy." The dog blinked, "I see. Well, he's quite a hoot!" he chuckled. A purple duck next to him slapped him on the shoulder, "You are so going to hell!" she barked.
"What about you? You're out here too."
The embarrassed duck rubbed her shoulder "Er..uh.."
The dog rolled his eyes, "Hypocrite."
"GRR, CHEESE!!" Zolo screeched, his tail exploding into a mass of green fluff. The crowd jumped back in fear & shock. Zolo turned to Anna, who he knew was watching the entire time, and winked at her. Anna smiled, "That was the signal guys! Let's go go go!" she hustled everyone behind the first house they saw. She stopped in her tracks & turned to Zolo.
'Thank you' she mouthed
Zolo smiled & winked at her again.
As Anna caught up to the others, a sudden question popped into her head.
Wait, how did he know?
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On the outskirts of the neighborhood, everyone caught their breath & contemplated what to do next. "Ok, any idea where & why these guys might've taken Daniel?" Oliver inquired.
"Uhm.." Randy looked down at his feet
Ana tugged on his spiked ponytail "You little bugger! What'd you do THIS time!?" Randy pulled on Ana's arm, "OWCH! That hurts! Get yer grubby paws of meh and I'll be glad to tell ya!" Ana reluctantly let go of his hair. The Raider brushed himself off, "Ok, as ye should know, I recently seized control of , which if you don't know, one of the most popular sites in Toontown. I think Daniel might've been 'napped 'cause those brutes want Toonapedia & are mad at me for snatching it away. They 'napped Daniel cause it's 'gainst cog law to do anything to a cog of different type. "
"Can't you give it to them?"
Ana looked down, "Hey! Vince, you're up!" she beamed. The Chaser jumped out of her arms groggily, and turned to Randy. The Bossbot tried to avoid his friend's hateful glare, but, like a trainwreck, he could not look away.
The lawbot's bright eyes narrowed, "Can't you just give it to them? I just want my baby back.." he blubbled.
"No way! I worked very hard to steal that domai--" Sudden Bewilderment stabbed Randy in the chest, "Wait, what?"
"Oops" Vince slapped his hands over his mouth & a bright blue tickled his cheeks.
Ana grinned wildly, holding out her hand, "I knew it! Randy, Oliver, you guys owe ME five cogbucks each!" Randy rolled his eyes & shoved his hand into his left pocket & pulled out a grey bill. "I left my wallet at Betsy's" sighed Oliver. Vince's hands flopped back to his sides, "Wait a sec.."
Randy, Ana, & Oliver all looked at him in sync, "Yeah?"
"You guys were making bets on my sexuallity?"
"Yup"
"Yes"
"That be the idea"
Vince folded his arms, "Jerks."
The others grinned sheepishly at eachother. "Ok, we need to get moving" Oliver declared, "Any idea where those Cheesy bastards might be Randy?" Randy stuck out his tounge teasingly, "On the peak of the tallest Bossbot building in all of Toontown!"
"Which would be where?"
"The Brrrrgh"
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Betsy felt his fangs tickle her neck. "Please, please don't do this Vice." she begged, "What will this do to your reputation?" The V.P. just laughed.
"Nobody has to know."
Betsy's fear was quickly killed by feelings of remorse & questioning. She knew that this would most likely be her end, at the hands of someone she loved. A valient death, she thought, but what if she hadn't gone to request his help? There were so many things she wanted to do & say, so many people she wanted to meet, but only one person she wanted to love.
Oliver.
It's never going to happen now. Betsy's sight was fading now; the lack of oxygyn was getting to her. She closed her eyes & wished she could give her last goodbyes.
"Freeze cog!" a shrill voice cried.
The Vice's head whipped towards the unknown voice. What he saw was confusing & shoking for both Betsy & him. A short, pink cat & a tall, cream cat stood side by side. One held a cake & the other held the nozzle to a hose. Betsy could not see past the Vice but she still smiled; maybe these mystery toons could give her a second chance.
"This is no ordinary cog" the taller cat whispered "I think it's the Vice President's true form!" The shorter one gasped, "Really?! We could be making history on this. We should bring back his head." she snickered. Vice laughed a more twisted, maniacal laugh. "When I'm done with you puny felines, I'll have YOUR heads!" Witht that, he threw a gear at them. The taller one ducked & whipped around to hit it with her pie. Success: the gear exploded quietly & left no trace of it's existence. The pink cat smiled & ruffled her tye-dye skirt. "Bottoms up!" she laughed, spraying the V.P. with high-pressure. Funny thing was that the hose didn't seem to be attatched to anything. The pressurized water hit the Vice right in his face, when he tried to swear it only out as loud gurgling. His eyes fell back into his head as began to fall back.
KLANK
Betsy felt the sudden rush of air fill her lung as she took breath, a breath she knew she shouldn't be taking right now. "Who are you guys & how did you get in here?!" she panted.
The two cats exchanged joyful glances. "I'm Stephenie! 107 laffer!" the pink cat sqeaked happily, "And I'm Cream cat! 95 laff! You can call me Creamy if you want." the taller cat smiled.
Wow, these guys are way stronger than me.
Betsy grinned sheepishly, "I'm sure glad you guys came when you did, but how'd you get here?"
"We followed you." Stephanie grinned. Creamy shuffled her feet, "We're your biggest fans."
Betsy blinked twice, "but I thought everyone in Toontown hated me.." she heard herself whisper. Stephanie laughed, "Nonsense! Not everyone hates you Ms. Bonbon! You've actually got a fanclub!" Betsy smiled, "A fanclub? Really?" Creamy ran over to Betsy & offered her gloved hand, "No time to talk about that now, Goons are coming Ma'am! We haveta go."
Betsy laughed & took her hand, "You don't have to call me ma'am! Betsy is just fine." Creamy giggled & helped her up. "C'mon!" Stephanie began to run towards the only visible exit; on the other side of the large room. Betsy felt a soft heat on her back, "A Goon's light!" she gasped. "C'mon!" Creamy urged, pulling Betsy.
They struggled to catch up to Stephanie, who ran pretty fast for having such short legs. Betsy could hear the impact of their metal feet hitting the ground & squeaking joints begging for oil. "Nyaa! They're catching up!" Stephanie panicked. Betsy smiled, "Lets pick up the pace then!" She scooped up Creamy in her right arm & hit her metaphorical turbo button. She took Stephanie in her other arm, "Look! We're almost there!" Creamy squealed. They burst out of the door & down a short hallway, leading them out onto the courtyard. Betsy huffed, "The place is packed, Stephanie dear, reach into my backpack & pull out my Schticker book. I think you know the rest." Stephanie reached into the pack & pulled out the book, she swiftly slapped a black hole on the ground. "Next stop, my house!" Betsy laughed, jumping into the hole.
A deep growl of frustration seeped from the darkness.
"This isn't over. It will NEVER be over."
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Betsy let the two cats down & looked at her front door. Maxwell, Betsy's doodle, dashed towards her & slammed into her leg. He barked loud & worriedly, "What happened boy?" Betsy asked, taking him seriously. Maxwell pointed himself towards her front dooe, which she now noticed was ajar. "Uhm, is your front door normally all open like that & stuff?" Stephanie asked.
"No." Betsy instinctivly ran inside.
Her heart began to pound; where is everyone?
She dashed into her room & nearly fainted. Glass everywhere, and some oil splattered on the deep violet wall. Betsy fell to her knees, "What happened?" she sobbed.
"Betsy? Betsy! Are you ok?!" Stephanie shook her shoulder. Betsy sniffed, "I'm ok, but where.."
Creamy scratched her chin, "You're friends with Randy the Raider right?"
Betsy nodded wordlessly.
The tall cat smiled, "I've got a good idea on where everyone might be"
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DUDE! I just realized something. I make poor grammer mistakes due to the fact that I don't pay attention! I'm super sorry for any grammer errors in past chapters or this chapter! And I'm sorry for lines of dialog that make no sense. D: Forgive meh!