Duke was roused from his sleep by the sounds of the city; voices outside, horns beeping and the shouts of sellers on the streets. Yawning and stretching the weasel rolled off the couch and thumped his paws on the ragged wooden floor. From the view outside a cracked window Duke could see that the day was nice enough and that was good. He planned to see Travis again and was glad there wasn't gonna be anything like rain to ruin anything.

Duke looked at the clothes that he wore. The tattered shrunk wife beater, worn shorts and his entire midriff exposed. He didn't mind the look at all, but knowing that he was going to see that ferret again suddenly these clothes were nothing but rags. He wanted to look better for Travis. He had to make Travis think that he was on a 'good' path. He certainly didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past that drove them apart in the first place.

Not only were the clothes he had on dirty and ragged, they certainly didn't smell the best either. The rundown dump he lived in had no working shower and the water he would usually use for hat came from trickling down the gutter into an old bucket he found. But there hadn't been any rain for about a month now.

Duke was a little frustrated but still chuckled at the truth that at the very least he didn't have to pay rent. But Duke realized the only reason it was such a relief was because he literally had no penny to his name. Well, at least not anymore. But that was then and this is now and now Duke needed money and he needed it quickly.

Not only that but he knew that he had to come up with something or rather somewhere. There was no way he was going to show Travis the old wooden cave he lived in.

Duke went outside and took to the streets, hoping that while he walked and looked around he could find something he could use. Walking down the busy sidewalk towards the square he saw many shops and markets, but nothing easily accessible to him. He couldn't pay for anything he would have liked, but he couldn't risk being caught and snatched up by the cops again... Exhaling in frustration and having no ideas coming to him, Duke continued walking and looking around. Walking along the end of the street and turning on the right corner, something caught his eye. Something he had seen many times, but this time in particular really had him drawn in.

It was the collection box that stood between the shop buildings. The box in particular was used to donate clothes for some local mom and pop pawn shop. And it was perfect, now that Duke found his target he acted accordingly. He looked from back to forth, making sure that he was not seen by anyone. Quickly climbing in all the way and dunking into the box, Duke landed on the contents inside. Wiggling around and checking the things underneath him, he moved a few things that were a little too big and some things that were too small.

Finally he found what he was looking for more or less. A few clothes that seemed to be just his size. He picked up as many of the size that he could find and climbed back out. The weasel pushed the entrance open and dropped out. Luckily for him, the sidewalk was still empty. He folded the clothes up, held them close and made his way back home.

Panting and dropping the clothes on the splintered floor, Travis looked at the fruits of not-his-labor. On the ground sat a solid red shirt, a yellow striped shirt, a white button up along with 2 pairs of pants. One being a simple pair of jeans and the other being comfortable looking sweatpants.

Duke gave a sigh of relief that at least his clothes problems were solved. But there was still the lingering issue of actual money and even though he could sell the clothes in front of him, that would defeat its own purpose. The weasel paced back and forth trying to think about a way to get some money and get it fast. But for once nothing was coming to his mind.

I gotta see Travis in a few hours, I gotta come up with something. Anything, Duke growled to himself.

An idea did come to his mind and he knew that it wouldn't take too long, but he still groaned.

Come on, Duke. Just suck it up and let's get it over with. He already knew a few guys he could call up to make it happen.