SWAT KATS EPISODE WHAT IF ENDINGS

Enter the MadKat

They had been watching TV, eating pizza that evening and were rather put out about Lenny Ringtail's moment in the spotlight on David Litterbin's show despite all the trouble he'd caused everyone. Disgusted, Chance had changed the channel to his cartoons much to Jake's dismay. As he began to watch, Chance couldn't help but comment on something that struck him as odd on top of all the weirdness they'd endured that day.

"I still can't believe Manx is willing to replace our jet just like that."

"Yeah, me too and even willing to raise taxes without a complaint to repair the enforcer building. I guess his time in MadKat's clutches really shook him up." Jake agreed, stuffing a slice of pizza in his mouth.

"You were in his clutches too, buddy. Are you alright?" Chance asked, a little concerned.

Jake nodded, chewed his food and swallowed before answering. "I wasn't in that cube very long but it wasn't a real pleasant place."

"What was it like?"

"Well, we weren't really in a box but another world. We couldn't see anything but a green gaseous area around us that we could breathe but it was cold and unpleasant. It felt really creepy. None of us were willing to move from the area he was keeping us in even though there didn't seem to be any walls around. Its really hard to explain except to say, something in that area made our fur stand up and even Feral didn't suggest moving away from the place we were standing in. We could see our world like it was a window we couldn't break and that made it all the worse. I hated how helpless it made me feel." Jake told him.

"Ugly! Then I'm really glad we got rid of that thing. I wish Feral would just give that box back to that old guy. I don't like the idea of it in the enforcer evidence lockup. I just don't feel its safe there." Chance said, shaking his head in concern.

"Yeah, I'm with you on that but there's nothing we can do about it." Jake grunted and continue to eat. He wanted to put the whole thing out of his mind for now. It had been a really creepy situation as only magic could be. "However, I do hate the fact we're always at a severe disadvantage against magic." He added unhappily.

"Huh! You and me both. I really wish we had some kind of defense against that stuff." His tabby partner said.

Jake could only nod, not willing to talk anymore about it tonight.

At Enforcer Headquarters, Feral was finally leaving for the day. Thankfully the mess Lenny Ringtail did when he was possessed by MadKat hadn't done that much damage to the city except for his darn flight line.

As he made for his vehicle, he ran through the day in his mind. Chance might have been surprised to know, Feral felt the same surprise about Manx being willing to rebuild his flight line without any need for begging. Though, unlike Chance, Feral knew exactly why Manx felt so grateful.

'I never want to experience anything like that again.' He thought to himself as he started his vehicle and pulled out of the parking garage, heading for home. 'I just wish we had some kind of defense against magic. I'm so tired of being on the losing end against that hocus pocus type of stuff.' He sighed mentally.

The only good thing that had happened was having the satisfaction of plowing his fist in that fool's face even if it had been shared by a certain SWAT Kat but he couldn't blame Razor for the need to take out that particular foe. They both felt traumatized and helpless and neither of them enjoyed that feeling.

It was the only time he and a SWAT Kat felt exactly the same on anything and he'd be surprised to learn, he and Razor felt the same about wanting a defense against magic not that wanting the same thing would ever get them what they both wished for.

As he climbed out of his vehicle and locked it, there was one more thing that troubled him as he made for the elevator that would take him up to his apartment. 'I wish I could find a really safe place for that Jack-in-the-Box. The demon spirit in it is far too dangerous to be kept in my evidence room.' He thought unhappily. 'Unfortunately, I have no clue where it would be safe.' He pushed the worried thought aside for the night and stepped into his apartment.

The moon was shining over the quiet city. It was well past eleven o'clock at night and the enforcer night shift was calm. Lights poured out brightly from the front entrance of the huge enforcer building but didn't reach the spot where a small elderly Kat stood quietly.

He didn't move or say anything but moments later a small blue light hovered near him. He pointed toward the building and gave a soft command. The light hurried away, vanishing as it did so. For some ten minutes nothing happened then suddenly the soft blue light reappeared and within its nimbus a box was being suspended in the air.

The elderly Kat had a pleased smile on his face as he took the box and brought it close to his chest. He murmured something softly and the blue light winked out. The Kat walked away toward an old vehicle. He climbed in, setting the box carefully next to him on the passenger seat.

Starting the car, he slowly drove off down the street. "You have been a very bad demon. If you wish to ever be free again you must stop these attempts at escape or your punishment will never end." The old Kat scolded softly.

"I am bored and wished some excitement." A ghostly voice said petulantly.

"That is not my problem. You broke the rules of your punishment. I did not set them, I am only your guardian. What you do from now on is on your shoulders. It is your life after all." The old Kat chided.

The box had no response to that.