"At least she doesn't look so scrawny anymore." Sarge muttered before petting her head hesitantly. She leaned her head into his tire, her eyes falling shut as the tip of her tongue popped out of her mouth.

Fillmore began gently petting her back, and one of her rear paws began thumping against the pavement. Sarge rolled his eyes to the sky, shook his hood, but continued petting her.

She mouthed his tire, and he pulled it away.

"No." He told her firmly, pointing the tire at her.

She laid her ears back, then butted her head against his tire, whining.

Sarge picked her up in a tire, and set her on his hood. "What?" He asked flatly.

She pointed back towards his Hut with her muzzle and whined quietly.

He sighed, then drove off towards his Hut with Foxy still on his hood. He parked in his yard, then looked down at her. "All right, we're here. Is this what you wanted?"

She laid her ears back, then pointed behind the Hut.

"There's nothing back there." He told her, but she was insistent.

She began barking, quietly at first then gradually rising in pitch until she was nearly yelping. She hopped down from Sarge's hood, then raced around the back of the Hut.

"Get back here!" Sarge exclaimed, chasing after her.

She looked back over her shoulder at him and barked, but didn't stop running.

He looked up again, and saw that she was headed for the boot camp. "Of course." He sighed.

The two entered the camp, and finally Foxy slowed, coming to a halt and sitting as Sarge caught up. "You wanted to come all the way here, so go ahead. Go crazy." He replied stiffly.

Foxy licked his fender, making him scowl, then took off into the training area. She began going over the obstacle course, tripping over objects at first. As Sarge began shouting at her to hurry up, get a move on, either sleep in the mud or run through it, she began picking up speed slightly, remembering to jump over, go under, or swerve around objects. She leaped across the mud pit and was about to charge for another round on the rope bridge when Sarge called out to her. She looked up to see that it was nearly dark, and the light was fading fast. She scrambled across the rope bridge, then hopped down and raced over to Sarge. She looked up at him before jumping onto his hood.

He scowled as he looked down at her.

She was covered in mud, dirt, and was panting, but still her eyes glowed brightly. Yelling at her hadn't worked, the first time it hadn't on anyone. He took her back to Flo's, then looked down at her. "All right, mutt."

Foxy laid her ears back briefly, then hopped off Sarge's hood.

"Jeez, did you give her a mud bath?" Mack asked, astounded at how dirty Foxy was.

"That's from the course." Sarge replied gruffly.

"I think she needs a good bath." Lightning spoke up, and Foxy looked over at him.

Just like that, she was gone from view. "Wow."

"Where'd she go?"

A whimper was heard, and the others looked around.

"Found her." Doc replied calmly.

"Where?"

"Up there." He pointed with a tire at the roof of Ramone's and the others were able to spot a shape, peeking around the pillar in the middle.

"How in the-? Come down, Foxy! You need a good bath."

The others watched as she vanished.

"Now where'd she go?" Sheriff sighed.

"Over here." Fillmore lifted a tire, and revealed Foxy, who was shaking slightly, crouched down low to avoid being seen.

"Foxy, come here."

She slunk out from underneath Fillmore's wheel well, and crept over to Doc, hesitating halfway, her tail between her legs, her ears back.

"Come on."

She whimpered quietly, but obeyed. He petted her gently, and she looked up at him warily, around the mud in between her eyes that was clumping her fur.

"Jeez, she sure is muddy." Sheriff remarked, just barely able to distinguish the shape of a fox underneath all the mud.

"Did she roll in it too?"

Sarge shrugged. "I dunno."

Doc gently ruffled her ears, then told her to follow him. She did, slightly wary. The two went down to the firehouse to see Red, whose eyes widened when he saw Foxy. His eyes darted over to Doc, who nodded.

Red lifted his hose slightly, questioning, and Doc nodded again.

"Thanks, Red."

Red nodded with a smile, then petted Foxy.

She had tracked muddy paw prints down the road from Flo's to the firehouse, making Doc chuckle.

Red motioned for her to sit in a metal tub, which she did. He quickly doused her with water, wincing as she shrieked and bolted upwards.

"Catch her!" Doc called to the others as she raced by Flo's.

Lightning took off after her, Sheriff following behind. Strip sighed and pulled out, soon followed by Brian, DJ, and Wingo. Doc followed after them, being followed by Red.

There was a yelp, sounds of scuffling and dirt crunching, and the others came into view, Lightning holding Foxy.

"You're getting a good scrubbing, Foxy." He said, looking down at her.

She whimpered and laid her ears back, looking up at him beggingly.

"Not gonna work. Red?"

Red pulled forwards, and Lightning looked up at him. "I'll hold her while you hose her off, okay?"

Red nodded, then Lightning carried Foxy back to Red's.

Foxy struggled violently, squirming in Lightning's grasp. He held onto her more tightly, making her start barking.

"Foxy, no!" He told her firmly, and she fell silent with a whine.

Red began hosing her down, and Lightning, holding her tightly in a tire, scrubbed the mud out with the other tire.

After about half an hour, Lightning was finally scrubbing the rest of the mud out of Foxy's fur, when he had an idea. He scrubbed harder with his tire, spreading more soap suds around and making some small bubbles drift away lazily.

Foxy caught sight of them, and her sulky expression faded. She snapped at a bubble, making it pop. She spotted another bubble, and snapped for that one. It popped, splattering across her nose.

Lightning grinned and began making more bubbles, at the same time setting Foxy on the ground gradually.

She took no notice when her paws touched the ground, too busy with popping the bubbles. She stood up on her hind paws and tottered about, attempting to reach a bubble drifting higher.

Lightning chuckled and sighed with relief.

Finally, she was clean. Soapy, but clean. Lightning looked over at Red, who nodded and shot a jet of water at Foxy.

She was instantly drenched, and free of any and all soap. She seemed frozen to the spot, shivering and dripping wet. Abruptly, her fur seemed to explode with static electricity, making her look like a puffball with legs.

Lightning and Red laughed, and the three went back to Flo's.

"A freshly freshened Foxy." Strip said quietly with a chuckle.

"She looks like her fur exploded." Mack said with a laugh.

The ball of fur shook, and gradually took the shape of a fox again. She yawned and jumped onto Fillmore's roof, curling up. She was fast asleep in minutes.

Lightning shook his hood in bewilderment.

The others departed Flo's shortly, Foxy still asleep on Fillmore's roof. Fillmore drove into his dome and set Foxy down in her chair.

He faintly heard Finn and Holley take off in Siddeley, and pulled the blanket over Foxy more. He laid down at her side, and began petting her gently before he too fell asleep, his tire laid over Foxy.

Here's the next chapter for you guys! :D Just a filler of sorts, nothing too special. :) The next chapter is more then likely going to be a long one, full of something you guys NEVER, in a million years would have seen coming! So BE PREPARED!