Cool Kid Saves the Cats
Chapter 2
A Clawful Discovery
3 days have passed since the now named Cool Kid was given full authority over the case named "Dissapurrance". Cool Kid didn't care about the cases always having really bad puns for their names, the only thing he had time to worry about was the safety of Cool Cat.
He was standing in his office at the police station waiting for some surprise the captain promised him. Maybe they found Cool Cat after all, and Cool Kid could relax for once. But relaxing was something Cool Kid just couldn't do. He had to be the one to save Cool Cat, so he came prepared. He is now equipped with two Desert Eagle pistols and a baton. He was dressed with a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, black socks, black sunglasses, black hair, and a black duster. Everything he wore was black, except for his skin. He kind of looked like a Neo ripoff, but he didn't care. This was how he had to save Cool Cat.
Just then, the door to his office swung open, and a really white cis male bumbled in. His skin was whiter than a snowflake; his eyes were bluer than Joseph Smith's, and his hair was so blond that Hitler would be proud of him. Although, it was kind of hard to see his hair, on account of the giant fedora on his head.
"Uh, hello there." Said Cool Kid. "Who are you exactly?"
"Oh, uh…Hi! My *tip* name is FaDoug!" He replied.
"Uh….what was that…thing in the middle?"
"Well, my name *tip* is FaDoug, so the thing in the *tip* middle would be a D."
"No, I mean…that tip thing. What the hell is that?"
"Oh, that. Well, I have a *tip* little thing called Tourette syndrome. It makes me *tip* say tip and tip a fake fedora sometimes. Plenty of people have a *tip* similar disorder, just not as euphoric."
"Okay then…Why do you have to tip a fake one though? You have a giant real one on your head."
"Well that's only *tip* for real euphoric situations. Otherwise, I just use fake ones."
"Oooooookay…..Well, why are you here?"
"You are Cool *tip* Kid, right?"
"Yeah." Cool Kid felt a little worried. "Why?"
"Well, Captain Tyrone made me your new *tip* partner! Isn't that great!" FaDoug then tipped his real fedora. That must have been extremely euphoric to him.
"Yeah. That's…. really great." Cool Kid said nervously. He clearly didn't think this was euphoric. "I…uh…better get going…gotta go investigate and stuff…see ya." Cool Kid speed walked out of the office and to the front door of the police station.
"Okay, bye *tip* Cool Kid!"
Cool Kid was about to reach the front door when he saw Tyrone. Cool Kid grabbed him and pinned him against a wall.
"What the hell is this, Tyrone? I had to halt the investigation for three days for…that!"
"I'm sorry, Cool Kid. But it's the best I could do. The higher ups allowed you one partner, and the only choices were him and a dead pigeon."
Cool Kid contemplated this for a few seconds.
"Can I have the-"
"No, Cool Kid, you can't have the dead pigeon. Just let the kid work with you, he needs the experience."
Cool Kid sighs. "Okay, fine. But you owe me for this."
"Of course, Cool Kid,"
Cool kid left the police station and got into his all black smart car. He had to keep the environment safe; it's what Cool Cat taught him. He heard a buzzing from the passenger seat. An unspecified Bluetooth device sat in the seat. He picked it up and put it on.
"Hello?" Cool Kid asked.
"Hi Cool Kid!" said a slightly fimaliar voice.
"Uh, who is this?"
"Come on Cool Kid, don't you remember me? We just *tip* met!"
"Oh sweet merciful Cool Cat…"
"That's right Cool Kid! Now we can *tip* always remain in contact! Don't worry, I won't *tip* bother you with too much stuff. I'll only *tip* call for the important stuff. Kinda life Navi from *tip* The Legend of Zelda!"
"Great…" Cool Kid sighed as he drove off to his first destination: Cool Cat's house.