A few things. One, we have a cameo appearance today! Two, I am aware that Fox has appeared in a lot of these skits, but in my own defense, I REALLY like Fox. He will be taking a back seat for a while, so enjoy him now.

Falco briskly tapped on the door to the captain's room. "Fox! Fox, open up! We got a situation up on deck; come on, Fox!"

The door opened, Pshew! (Because that's the sounds doors make when they open, Pshew! Not Voom! or Bing! Your door is now open, for those of you too dumb to check.) Fox stood at the door more than slightly annoyed at having his hamburger break interrupted. "What is it? You'd better have a good reason for getting in the way of official Captainy… ship…captain things… What is it?"

Falco shook his head, "We've got an unidentified plane boarded on deck. It was at first a strange adaptation of a Cessna, but they're saying that it turned into some kind of bipedal robot and is currently infiltrating the halls."

Fox stepped all the way out, letting the door Pshew behind him, "That's important, indeed. Where is it now?"

"Right behind you."

Fox turned to calmly regard the strange robot as he squatted down. A small figure hopped from the machine, a diminutive two-tailed fox. "Sorry about that…" the little fox said apologetically, "I just wanted to take a look around. You have a really nice ship."

"Thanks?" Fox said incredulously, "And…who are you?"

"I'm Miles Prower, though my friends call me Tails." Tails began, "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Fox."

"Uh-huh…" Fox looked to Falco, who simply shrugged, then motioned to the fidgeting child. "Tails?" he asked, turning back.

"What is it?"

"Are…" He paused, thinking over the best way to address the problem, "Are you aware that you're naked?"

Tails looked down, contemplating the fact that indeed the only thing he was wearing was gloves and shoes, "Yea…"

"And this doesn't strike you as…" Fox trailed off.

"Should I?"

Fox shrugged, "Anyway… can we help you, Miles?"

"Oh, yeah! You see, I need you… your…" Tails trailed off, looking at the discomfort evident on the two's faces, "Is something wrong?"

Falco piped up, "You mean besides the fact that you're running around the ship in fur?"

Tails looked down again, "Oh… do you want me to…"

"Yeah… That'd be great…" Fox said.

A few short minutes later…

Tails came out of the conveniently placed changing room in a pair of green overalls, "There, any better?" After a silent nod from Falco, he continued, "My friends are in trouble, and my world's in danger of being destroyed by a fat circular bad guy! I need your help!"

Falco's mouth dropped, "You didn't tell us this sooner? You were exchanging pleasantries while your planet was in danger?"

Fox, at exactly when his friend stopped, contemplated on a different matter, "If we go to this kid's world, and they all adhere to the same dress code, and if we happen to run into some girl foxes…"

"Mister Fox, your nose is bleeding." Tails pointed out, "You're thinking bad thoughts, aren't you?"

Fox laughed nervously, bringing a finger across his nose, "What makes you think that, kid?"

"Besides the fact that you were talking to yourself? You had that look Knuckles gets when he sees Rouge. I got a picture of them here…" he showed a photo of the echidna and Rouge, and when Fox saw the…bat?... (Is that really what she's supposed to be?) with her unbelievable, almost comical… (Clears Throat) proportions, the warrior fell to the floor.

Falco took one look at his captain and sighed, "Looks like the blood's completely left his head… again…"

Tails stared with curiosity at the now twitching Fox, "But he's only been bleeding for a few minutes!"

"Well, what I meant was…" Falco looked first at Tails, then to Fox, who was muttering something about "Fox vixens". Falco grabbed Tails' shoulder, "I think you'll find out what I mean when you're older… for now, let's worry about getting to your world."

Tails nodded, giving one last confused look to the captain before going with Falco to the engine room.