Hullo! Virtue cookies goes to NerdyBarista!

This is Part 2 of Rescue! It really can't be considered a Drabble, more like a really short one-shot :3

Also, do you guys like Wolverine? Of course you do, everybody likes that short Canadian hunk of metal. Read my Fanfic, The Past Doesn't Matter to see him and my OC! It's a drabble story, so I know you'll like it ;)

Here we go! Hope you enjoy!

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" E-Scope squealed as she swung onto the prison's roof with Chef behind her. "Shuddup! Do 'yah want everyone to hear yah?"

"Okey-dokey!" Izzy whispered, and winked. She squealed and jumped up and down. "Rescue Mission!"

"Alright spaz, I need you to swing down and enter the costume room. Dress up like a guard and distract the rest of the party guests. I'll free Chris so we can win the prize!"

Perfect. Every since her brain got another blood clot, she'll believe anything I say.

Izzy rolled her eyes, "How stupid do you think I am?"

Chef gulped, "Uh,"

"This isn't a party! It's a FESTIVAL!" Izzy ran around the roof like a maniac and did summersaults.

"Wha'ever." Chef rolled his eyes and extended his hand. Izzy ran right into it and collapsed on the ground.

"I'm up!" Izzy jumped up and chef face palmed himself. He had a major headache.

"Jus' go!" Chef snarled at her, and she giggled and flipped away.

Izzy grinned to herself. "Mehahaha… It's DRESS UP TIME!" She looked in the cupboards and saw a police uniform, just right for her small frame. "Let's do this!" She giggled.

Izzy walked out of the dressing room, and frowned at how serious everybody was. "Ugh, some festival." She grinned and rubbed her palms together. So that's what Chef meant when he said it needed a little E-Scope action! She jumped down the balconies to the floor and shrieked, "TIME TO GET THIS FESTIVAL STARTED!"

Chef shook his head when he heard the thump thump thump of the stereo in the lounge. Well done, Izzy.

Oh well, most of the guards are probably in there, so he has some space to free his friend. Izzy said through tin-can and string that Chris' cell is block 12, room 482, right on the corner.

"Idiots." Chef mumbled under his breath and took the grabbling hook out of his backpack. He aimed it at the window and … fire!

Chris jumped in his orange jumpsuit when his metal bars for a window were met with the metal hooks. He grinned.

Chef grinned at his friend. "Ready brothah?"

"Ready bro."

Chef yanked on the window and one of the metal bars clanked off. Chris snickered manically. "Where's the spaz? I heard her squealing on the line."

"Aw, she's off creatin' a distraction. Party in the lounge, I guess." Chef laughed, "I told 'er this all a party game or something."

"Excellent, Chef." Chris laughed again, "Let's blow this popcorn stand!"

But his heart rate increased when he heard the footsteps of a guard smacking down the hallway.

"Dude!" Chris whispered, "Hide!"

Chef saw the shadow of the guard and ducked. Chris jumped on his bed.

"Everything alright in here, Mclean?" He asked.

"Yeah, boy scout, everything's fine." Chris wined, hoping he wouldn't notice a bar missing on his window. But then got a bright idea, "I heard there's a party in the lounge."

"Party! Oh here I come!" He dashed off.

"Haha, sucker." Chris grinned while Chef tried yanking the other bar off.

"Can't you go any faster! I think some more cub-scouts are coming."

"I'm tryi'n, Mclean. Hold up." Chef knocked off another one.

"Hurry dude! Someone else is coming!"

"Jesus, I thought there was a party downstairs…" Chef grumbled.

The footsteps became closer and closer. Damnit damnit damnit!

"Hey! Why aren't you at the party!" A bubbly voice said, that could only belong to a red-head with a serious blood clot.

"Because somebody said there was a ruckus near Mclean's cell-"

"Hey bozo! This party's great! Com'mon, he's not doing anything except pouting and planning revenge let's go! WOOHOOO!"

"Well… Alright. YEAH!" The guard came running back where he came from. Chris silently thanked Izzy and helped push off the last bar. The window was big enough for Chris to squeeze through.

"Hey, thanks again, Chef."

"Don't mention it." Chef grinned.

Izzy was still in the lounge. "CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" She sang and laughed. She grabbed more punch when she heard a helicopter rise in the distance.

Oops! "GOTTA GO, BEAN-SCOUTS! MEAHAHAHAHA!" Izzy screamed. She used another guard's belt to help her claw out the window. She stood up on the roof and attached the belt on the helicopter's bar.

"SEE YAH SUCKER'S!" Chris yelled at the team while Izzy laughed in the background.

Don't forget to check out Wolvie in my story!

God, it was fun writing Izzy. Anyway, Review please!

Next drabble will be a Heather/Al drabble!