In the morning, Foxy woke up to Lightning nudging her gently. "What? What? Someone get the sheriff." She mumbled, looking around drowsily.

Lightning chuckled, then continued nudging her.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." She groaned, looking up at him. "Why'd you wake me up?"

"You were mumbling in your sleep."

"I was? I haven't done that before."

"You were saying something about 'Dead and gone' and 'fixing anything'. What's all that about?"

"I must've been dreaming about my dad, or something like that. He used to be able to fix anything."

"That explains a lot."

"Like what?"

"You were mumbling a lot of other stuff too, I couldn't catch all of it."

"Now can I go back to sleep?"

"Oh, sure."

"Thank you." Foxy laid back down, rolling over to face Thunder.

Lightning sank lower on his shocks, falling back asleep again also. He awoke a few hours later to find Foxy sleeping yet, Thunder laying at her feet, his head on his paws as he slept. Lightning grinned, then began driving out of the room. Thunder bolted awake, and Lightning chuckled. "Sorry buddy. You want to go down to the Butte for a quick race?" He was surprised at first when Thunder shook his head, then realized that he wouldn't leave Foxy behind, alone. "All right." Lightning gently petted Thunder, who yawned and stretched. He made his way back up towards Foxy's head, then laid down behind her again, pressing against her side. She rolled over in her sleep, laying an arm over him. Lightning smiled, then went over to Flo's, hoping that Foxy was starting to get better.

Foxy kicked a foot out from underneath the blankets in her sleep as she began dreaming. She kicked her foot out again, mumbling and moaning indiscernibly. She began flinching and cringing, both of her feet kicking and twitching. She began whimpering and moaning, twisting around, tangling herself in her blankets. Thunder woke up abruptly, then jumped down off the couch, not sure what to do. Foxy shot up into a sitting position, her eyes wide with fear as she uttered a hoarse, sharp shriek. She began shaking, and Thunder jumped back up, his ears back. He gently nuzzled her, whining softly. "I-I had a nightmare about how my father died." Foxy replied, her eyes filling up with tears.

Thunder slowly made his way towards her until they were nearly face to face, then she hugged him tightly, sobbing quietly into his fur. He gently set his muzzle on her shoulder, whining quietly. "I-It was awful!" Foxy sobbed, and Thunder licked her tears away, the tip of his tail wagging slowly. "I-I was watching from my grandmother's k-kitchen window when it happened." She told him, sniffling and wiping some of her tears away with the back of her hand. He whined softly, then set his muzzle on her shoulder again. She hugged him tightly, then seemed to be feeling a little better as she laid back down, petting his side as he laid down on her stomach carefully. He licked her face, and she giggled hoarsely. "Thunder, no." She sniffled, giggling even though she was still crying slightly as the memory of her nightmare lingered.

Thunder persisted, and soon she was giggling, her nightmare forgotten about. She took a hold of his front paws gently, then held them for a while, petting the fur on his large paws gently. He laid his muzzle down on her chest gently, and licked at her hands, making her laugh. Once he felt that she was feeling better, he gently laid back down at her side, his tail wagging. "Thanks, Thunder. I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here. Probably just get a headache and pass out." She chuckled weakly, and he licked her again. She curled up at his side and continued petting him, smiling gently as his tail wagged. She fell asleep again a few minutes later, cuddled up to Thunder's side as she hugged him in her sleep.

The next morning, Foxy woke up feeling better then the day before, and stretched. Thunder woke up shortly after her, yawning and stretching. He wagged his tail when he spotted her sitting up already, and she grinned. "Morning, Thunder." She greeted him, and he wagged his tail, licking her face. She laughed, then tried to push him away. "Thunder, noo!" She laughed, and he barked.

Lightning rolled into the room, and blinked in surprise. "You look like you're feeling better."

Foxy grinned, and hobbled over to Lightning. "Thanks for everything, Lightning." "No problem." Foxy turned back to Thunder, who was still sitting on the couch, his head tilted slightly. "And thank you, Thunder."

Thunder bounded over to her, and jumped up, knocking her to the ground, licking her hands and her face. "Okay, okay, okay!" Foxy exclaimed, laughing.

"Thunder!" Lightning exclaimed in surprise, but couldn't hold back his laughter.

Thunder backed up, then sat down, his tongue flopping out one side of his mouth as he wagged his tail, looking pleased with himself. "You are such a screwball, Thunder." Foxy laughed as Lightning helped her up. "Thanks you guys." Foxy said with a laugh, shooting a glance Thunder's way to make sure he didn't pounce on her again. He remained where he was, and Foxy sighed. "All right, one more."

He leaped at Foxy, sending her to the ground and pinning her down with his front paws. She tried to pull her head back, laughing, but Thunder laid down on her stomach and continued licking her face. Lightning laughed as he watched the two, and finally, Foxy pushed Thunder off, then got up. "You goof." She told him.

"You feel up to going outside?"

"Sure!" The trio departed the cone, and Foxy was greeted by the others.

"There ya are! We were gettin' worried, Foxy." Strip called, and Foxy blushed.

"Thank you, Strip. It's nice seeing you again too."

"Hey, look what I caught for ya!" Fillmore triumphantly held out the bucket holding the frog, and Foxy looked inside curiously.

"A froggie!" She exclaimed, grinning. "He's really cute! I'm going to name him Mr. Frog-Hopper." Foxy gently grabbed the frog, and pulled him up out of the bucket for all to see. He was a fairly large frog, about four inches wide, and five inches long. Foxy had to hold him with both hands, and he uttered a low croak. "That's a big frog..." Foxy said, blinking in surprise. The others chuckled, and she held the frog up so she could look it in the eyes. "You're a really big frog. Do you know that?" She laughed, then placed the frog back into the bucket, covering it with the net.

"You like frogs?" Sally asked, slightly repulsed.

"I sure do! I like some snakes, getting dirty, frogs, toads, birds, worms..."

"Not to eat, I hope!" Sheriff exclaimed, and Foxy burst out laughing.

"No, of course not! Sheriff, I'm not a bird! I don't eat worms!"

Doc chuckled, and Foxy sat down next to Fillmore.

"I act more like a human guy then I do a human girl." She replied, and Fillmore smiled in her direction. "I'm serious! I like racing, digging in the dirt, frogs, snakes, and worms! I sound just like a regular human boy with all my favorite hobbies."

"Here's your coffee, honey." Flo told her, and she smiled.

"Thanks, Flo." Flo gave her a smile, then went to serve Lightning.

"Hey, ya want to go find more frogs?"

"Sure, Fillmore. That sounds like fun!" Foxy took her coffee with her as they began looking for frogs.

"I think we're gonna have to go up near the waterfall, man."

"Okay, it's a great day for a swim." Foxy replied with a smile. The two departed the town soon afterward, and made it to the water fall in about a half an hour. "I'll look down near the bottom, okay?" She told him, and he nodded. She dove down, looking for frogs that might have been hiding at the bottom of the waterfall's basin. Fillmore jumped into the basin, looking for frogs that might be setting out on a rock. He just spotted one, sitting facing away from him, and was about to capture it when Foxy bolted up out of the water, gagging and coughing and spluttering. "F-Fillmore!" She choked out before seemingly being dragged under the water again.

"Elizabeth?" Fillmore asked in horror. When she didn't resurface, he prepared to dive down after her. "I'm comin' for ya, man! Don't worry!" Fillmore sucked in a big breath, then dove under the choppy, uneven water. He swam down towards the bottom, looking around frantically for Foxy. He soon found her, lying limply on the ground. Fillmore looked her over, trying to figure out what was wrong, and discovered that a piece of seaweed had managed to wrap itself around her collar. He yanked her free, then swam back up, adjusting his position underneath Foxy so she would pop out of the water on his roof. He drove out of the water as fast as he could, then tilted his roof slightly forwards, so Foxy would slide down and land in front of him. He felt her sliding, and caught her in his tires. She flopped limply, like a life-sized rag doll. He laid her down on the ground, and nudged her gently. "C'mon, man." When he got no response, he nudged her more firmly. "C'mon, Elizabeth. Wake up." He nudged her once more, and was relieved to see her open her eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight.

She coughed up some water, then looked around.

"Wh-What happened? The last thing I remember was something choking me, then I screamed for you, then I was pulled under, then there was blackness."

"Your collar got tangled up in some seaweed, man."

Foxy looked down at her collar, and saw a knot of brown seaweed dangling from it. "Thanks, Fillmore. You saved my life."

"It was nothin'." Fillmore replied, scuffing a front tire in the dirt.

"No, it wasn't 'Nothing'. I could've died."

Fillmore winced at that word, and Foxy gently set a hand on his front gently.

"I didn't mean for it to sound so blunt, I-I was just trying to make an example."

Fillmore nodded, and nudged her gently. "You okay, man?"

"I should be now. Let's look for frogs, okay? But this time, we'll stay on the surface of the water."

Fillmore nodded, and Foxy began looking for more frogs again, her eyes scanning the waterline. She spotted one on a rock, and took off towards it, not making a sound as she doggy-paddled through the water. She was able to creep right up to the frog, and grabbed it firmly, holding it securely in her hands.

"Fillmore! I got one!"

"Right on! Bring it back, man!" Foxy laid on her back and kicked her way back to shore. When she got there, she held out the frog above her head.

"Here he is. Bring the bucket over here, Fillmore." She looked up and saw Fillmore, parked over her. She let the frog fall into what she thought was the bucket, then sat up, turning around.

"He's makin' a run for it, man!" Fillmore exclaimed, hopping after the frog.

Foxy was doubled up with laughter, seeing the seafoam-green van hop after the frog. She got up, then darted towards the frog from the side. "Fillmore, stay there, I've got him!" She went into a slide on her stomach, sending up a large cloud of dirt and sand. She outstretched her hands for the frog, and felt them close around him. She rolled over onto her back, and held the frog up. "Success." She wheezed, slightly out of breath from the slide.

"Great slide, man!" Fillmore replied from about ten feet away.

She got up, making sure that the frog wasn't harmed. It let out a loud croak, then struggled, trying to get free. "Oh, no you don't!" Foxy said firmly, then walked over to Fillmore and dropped the frog into the bucket, placing the net over it quickly.

"That was a great catch, man."

"Thanks, Fillmore." Foxy panted, covered from head to foot in orange-red dirt.

"Just wait 'till the others see ya." Fillmore smiled, and she looked down at her jeans.

"Aww, man. These were my favorites." She moaned, but sighed anyways. "Oh well. Not like I've got other clothes here." She laughed. Fillmore nudged her gently, then she spotted another one. "Look at how big he is, Fillmore!" She whispered excitedly.

"I don't think that's a frog, man." Fillmore replied hesitantly, looking closely at the creature.

"Sure it is. Why else would it be on the rock?" Fillmore shrugged, and Foxy went after it. It was facing away from her, and as she drew closer, she saw that it didn't look like a frog at all. It began turning around to face her, and she gasped. It was a medium-sized snapping turtle, and it looked mad. "Fill-Fillmore!" She shrieked as the turtle slipped back into the water. She swam as fast as she could back towards the shore, and was sure that the turtle was following her. "Out of the way! It's a snapping turtle!" She shrieked at him.

He nearly jumped aside as she ran onto shore. She stopped a few feet from the water's edge, gasping and panting for breath.

"I don't think ya have ever swam that fast, man. At least not while I was with ya."

Foxy shook her head, still panting. She jumped backwards as the turtle poked its head out of the water near her. "I think we should get out of here, Fillmore." She panted, and he nodded. The two went towards the town at a relatively fast pace.

"Are you all right?" Sally asked, seeing Foxy still panting slightly.

"There was a- giant snapping turtle-back there."

"You didn't get bitten by it, did you?" Doc asked worriedly, and Foxy shook her head.

"We didn't, but we did catch a frog."

"Another one?"

"Yeah, he's giant!" Foxy smiled as she reached into the bucket to grab the frog. She pulled him out, and held him out. He slipped from her hands, and hopped down the road. "I got him!" She exclaimed, then took off after the frog. He hopped back the way they had come, and Foxy chased after him. He hopped into the dirt, and Foxy went down into another slide, almost coming face to fencepost with Sarge's fence.

"You didn't hit the fence, right?" Sheriff called her way.

She popped up, holding the frog tightly and grinning. "Nope!" She made her way back over to Flo's and sat down at Fillmore's side.

"You're covered in dirt, Foxy." Doc laughed, and she looked down, then grinned.

"I sure am!"

Doc and the others chuckled, and Foxy held up the frog. "There he is."

"Quite an impressive size, Foxy." Chick replied, coming up the street.

"Hi, Chick." She greeted him, and he nuzzled her gently with his fender, his engine purring slightly.

"Do you know that you're covered in dirt?"

"Yep!" She gave him a grin, and he grinned back.

"All right then. Morning, Weathers."

Strip nodded his hood once, then continued drinking his coffee that Flo had served. He had seen that Chick wasn't a threat to him anymore, and Chick had apologized. Thunder came over to her and began sniffing at the frog curiously, then leapt back when it croaked loudly. The others laughed, and Thunder growled at the frog before going back over to Lightning's side and laying down. Foxy placed the frog back in the bucket, covering it with the net.

"That was fun. We should do that more often, Fillmore." She spotted Lightning whispering to Red, but didn't think much of it until Lightning pointed her way with a tire. She looked at him curiously, and he grinned. She rolled her eyes upwards, and figured that he was going to pull a prank on her. Suddenly, she got an idea, and got up, limping over to Thunder and Lightning. She sat down and began petting Thunder, who wagged his tail.

"Hi Foxy."

Foxy laughed. "Hi, Lightning."

"Why'd you come over here to pet him? You didn't have to get up."

"Just felt like stretching." She replied, still petting Thunder.

"Oh, okay." Lightning smiled, then looked over to Red, who nodded silently. "You're really covered in dirt." Lightning commented, seeing how dirty she was.

Foxy nodded absentmindedly, petting Thunder. Without alerting Foxy, Red had managed to drive around behind her and now parked there, his hose raised as he waited for Lightning to signal him.

"Are you cold?" Lightning asked suddenly, and the others abruptly knew what he had in mind.

"No, why?"

That was Red's cue, and he turned on his hose, dousing Foxy in freezing cold water, and also Thunder, who uttered a loud shriek of surprise and leapt up from the ground, shaking. Foxy copied him, and whirled around, her hair flying behind her. She spotted Red parked there, a fearful and guilty look on his face, and Foxy's expression became sorrowful.

"Who did it, Red?"

Red pointed at Lightning with a tire, and Foxy nodded.

"I thought so. You can fire when ready, Red." She grinned, and Red laughed silently, then took aim, firing off a blast of cold water at Lightning's tailfin.

"HEY! That's COLD!" He exclaimed, jumping about three feet into the air.

"That's what you get for trying to prank me!" She laughed, high-fiving Red when he held up a front tire.

"That was different! I was trying to get the dirt off you!"

"Yeah right. I saw you whispering to Red and figured you were up to something." She replied, swatting Lightning on the hood playfully. It didn't hurt, but he moaned and complained as though she'd struck him with a train. Finally Doc cut in, telling Lightning to stop whining and take it like a race car. Lightning pouted as Foxy laughed triumphantly, sitting on his hood. "Ohh, come on. You deserved it." She told him, and he tried not to laugh, then pouted again.

"So did you."

"What are you talking about?"

"This! Red, now!"

Red sprayed both of them by mistake as he tried to get Foxy, making the others laugh.

"Hey!" The two chorused. Foxy shook herself off like a dog, getting Lightning even more wet.

"Hey, watch it!" He chuckled as she shook her hair out.

"That's what you get for messing with me." She teased, and he jerked his hood up abruptly, making her yelp, jolt into the air, then slide backwards.

"And that's what you get for getting me wet."

"Come on you two. Don't make me arrest you." Sheriff declared, and the others laughed.

"Oh, Sheriff, you wouldn't possibly arrest someone who has no idea how she got here, would you? After all, I truly don't know what happened that night." She replied sweetly, giving him her most innocent and helpless expression, and he sighed, mumbling in low tones to his coffee about 'Puppy-dog eyes' and 'Not going to work'. The others laughed, and Foxy got down off Lightning's hood, returning to Fillmore's side.

Lightning shook his hood, still chuckling, then called a truce her way.

"What, for the pranks? No way, buddy. You wanted a challenge, now you're getting it." She grinned his way, and he grinned back.

"So that's how you want it." Lightning gave her a smirk, and she felt a cold gust of wind pass by her, making her shudder slightly, her eyes never leaving Lightning's.

I've been known to fish frogs out of our pool and keep them for a while. One time, we found a worm that was roughly a foot long. XD I dunno why, but Frogs are just adorable! I always name them, then let them go at our neighbor's (He has a pond, and usually comes to us for frogs.)~Liz