"This is the stupidest thing that anybody has ever created. Why do you even have such a horrible costume?" Brussel Sprout looked at herself in the mirror, disgusted by the image that was showing up. Warren had assisted her into getting inside of the disguise. It was a bright, red horse costume. The most minute details, from the large snout and short thick legs could have fooled even a mother mare that she was looking at her own child. "Is this used for some kind of deviant activities or something?"

"Well actually, this wouldn't be the first time somebody has requested my services so they could sneak into the Gentleman's Club. Although I believe they had vastly different intentions than yourself. As far as I know he succeeded and had no issues. Although no need to fret, this is not the same costume that he had tailored." True to the rabbit's words, Sprout was the spitting image of the thing she hated most. "I would say you may need to work on your voice though. While there are certainly stallions with more high-pitched voices, yours is quite a bit shriller than that. You will likely be identified as an imposter, even with your incredibly camouflage."

Clearing her throat, Brussel grunted and began speaking in her manliest voice. "Erm, good evening fellow horses. I am here to partake in your club activities. Now, does anybody have any powdered sugar that I could use? I just ate a whole bunch of it and I'm in need of more. I assure you; I am not a cop!" Even with her best intentions, the crocodile could hardly keep a consistent tone that would be needed to blend in. "Argh, this is pointless. I should just burst in and start arresting some of those fools!"

Nearly choking on his own saliva from laughing so hard, Warren had to double over to catch his breath. "Well, that certainly wasn't the worst impression I've ever heard. But it is a start. I think I have something that may be more appropriate for somebody in your situation though."

"If you're going to tell me to get a re-write to become a horse, I promise I will burn down this entire building before I ever agree to anything like that. Tell me your plan anyways so I can laugh at how ridiculous it is." Secretly intrigued, Sprout tried to play off her interest as skepticism.

"Of course. I'm here to provide the best customer service in Toontown. Fortunately, I know that when someone comes in here, they do so to transform themselves into something different. If somebody wanted a re-write, they could easily pay for that. No, I am here to allow someone to temporarily become someone else without the exorbitant costs associated with them. Which is why I developed this!" Walking behind his desk, Warren bent down and began searching through different drawers and boxes that littered his shop. "Hmm, I know I had it around here somewhere… Where are you at?" Standing up, the bunny smacked his hands together and glowed with excitement. Oh, of course. I needed to wash it."

Wiggling her nose, the chonk crocodile was curious what the eccentric hare was up to, Warren walked into a back storage room which was glowing with a bright purple light. Dropping to her hands and knees, Sprout pranced behind the counter to try and get a peek at what was in there. From her low position it was nearly impossible gauge anything. "Ugh, just tell me what it is. I have things to do!"

Returning almost immediately with a small box, Bundles wagged his finger at the impatient Toon. "You know, patience is key to everything. How do you expect to become somebody else if you will not take the time to understand them? The process of obscuring one's identity isn't simple. Now, take this and place it into your mouth."

"Woah! I'm not doing anything like that! I don't care what you've given me for free!" Sprout leapt up and armed herself with a mannequin arm, ready to stroke the old rabbit.

"Goodness. You're a fireball, aren't you? I'm talking about this." Opening the small foldable box, Warren revealed what appeared to be a mouthguard. "It is something I've been perfecting for years, and I guess if you're going to be a guinea pig, we might as well go all the way with it? This is probably the most useful application of my technology that I could imagine."

Grabbing the small oral object, Sprout began shaking it as she realized it was damp. "Uhm, was this just in your mouth? Why is all wet?"

"It was sitting in a bowl of clean water just in case it needed to be used. Don't worry, it has never been inside of anybody's mouth. It is a very expensive piece of equipment, and I couldn't risk it getting dirty. Now put it in your mouth like you were playing a sport. It is almost exactly the same thing." Hesitantly, Sprout placed the unusual mouth forming device into her mouth, biting down gently into it until it had fully covered her teeth. "Fantastic, it fits like a charm. Now, I want you to try saying something. Whatever you want."

"This is stupid." Much to her surprise, the voice that left Brussel Sprouts mouth was not the high-pitched one that she was used to. No, it was much deeper, a smooth baritone that was more fitting for a middle-aged male Toon. "What? How do I sound like this? My voice is so silky! Is this magic?"

Pumping his fists wildly, Warren began doing a little jig to celebrate the success of his experiment. "Magic? Only if you mean the magic of hard work. That is a voice disguiser. It basically takes your voice and changes the pitch and tone through some complex means that I'm not going to explain. It is remote controlled so you can change it. For example…" Using a small controller in his other hand, he pushed an up button several times. "Now, say something else."

Taking a deep breath, Sprout closed her eyes and spouted the first thing that came to her mind. "I hate horses." Almost immediately the reptile noticed the vast difference in her voice. Now much higher pitched, much more feminine, but not as high as her usual voice, Sprout finally gave in to believe that the rabbit knew what he was doing. "This is amazing! I could definitely fit in with those disgusting fools now! How much do you want for this thing? Just remember, I may have my teeth covered but I can still bite pretty hard, so watch what you say."

"No need to worry about payments. The exposure and research are worth more than any number of jellybeans could provide me. Although, I do have one other request, if that is okay." Once again, the bunny jogged over to his cabinets and drawers, searching for something specific.

"You're so needy. Why don't you just ask me to be your full-time caretaker. Listen, man. I'm not a walking charity! I have important business to do. I have criminals to catch!" Sprout began pumping her arms and getting riled up.

Becoming exasperated by the incredulous impatience and frustration of the crocodile, Warren had to meditate for several seconds to stop himself from cracking the remote under the duress of his fist. "This is a tiny camera. All I would like is for you to wear this with your costume so that way I can get real-time feedback of reactions to everything. I believe both of us have a stake in this going well, wouldn't you say? If this can be used to catch criminals, I could start a whole other business model that gets Rangers undercover. I'm pretty sure that there are no other Toons who could offer that kind of product!"

Not wanting to pop Bundle's bubble, Sprout decided not to alert him to the undercover detectives who Jade, and Skids were working with. "I guess that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." The next few minutes were spent setting up the camera and the feed. Fortunately, everything worked perfectly. "Okay, so nobody can see this right?"

"Not at all. They would need to be searching for this and even then, they'd have difficulty noticing it. Somebody accidentally running across this is almost an impossibility. So, are you planning on tackling this today, or another time?"

"No time like the present to catch some criminal horses. The longer I take, the more innocent lives they are probably destroying. I can't take any chances." Lifting her arm, Sprout sniffed her underarm. "This smells good. That is definitely going to be an issue. Horses smell awful. Do you have any rotten garbage I can go roll in or something?"

Pinching his nose, Warren shook his head dizzyingly. "Oh, gosh. There is no way you're getting into that club from what I've heard unless you have exemplary grooming. They have quite high standards."

Recalling that Cotton Candy had been in the shower the first time she arrived with Jade, she eventually gave in and agreed. "Fine. I guess I can make all of this work. However, if anything goes wrong, I'm going to blame you."

"Fair enough. I'm sure I'll be kicking myself as well if anything negative happens." Handing Sprout the remote, he spoke very sternly. "Now be very careful with this. It is still a prototype, so there are some potentials for malfunction. It is quite fragile as well, so try and keep it somewhere safe, and one more thing."

"What do you want now?" Sprout retorted.

Winking, Warren pushed the down key on the remote several times. "You're supposed to be a stallion. Keep that deep voice on. Now, go and catch yourself a criminal!"

Eyes swollen, crusted with blood from the multiple wounds on his face from being beaten by the horrible guards was the least of The Kumquat's worries. Due to his refusal to give up his team, the older Toon had not even been given the benefit of water more than once every three days. Due to the need to survive, he would occasionally take the drink, and every few days he would spit it back, resulting in additional attacks from whomever was bringing the glass. Spirit still not broken, the cat had only his belief in his friends to keep him going. At this point he was running on pure spite. How Jack had ever found him was still something he couldn't comprehend, after all, they were all in a new world unfamiliar to any of the five. As he dangled painfully, the normal creaking sound of the door opening and feet clanking down the stairs had become quite familiar. It was one of the only things he looked forward to. Today though, was different. He had received water yesterday and wasn't scheduled for another two days. Where they this pathetic, sending another fiend down to try and convince him to sell out the only Toons he knew in this world. "I'm not telling you anything, pig. Might as well just give up already! You think somebody as supposedly intelligent as you would figure that out after a few months!"

Whoever was down in the dungeon with him did not speak, and due to his eyes and the darkness, he was unable to make out who it was. His ears did not deceive him, as he clearly knew there was a Toon around. Feeling his mouth being pried open, the orange cat was shocked to feel something different entering his mouth. It was… bread? "You're a fool, you know that. Shut your mouth before you get me in trouble. Now chew and swallow this, and I'll get you some water." A feminine voice finally broke the relative silence. Thankful to be given his first food in longer than he could remember, The Kumquat did not bother chewing, rather salivating and allowing the ordinary bread to melt in his mouth to enjoy it as long as he could.

"Thank you. Thank you." The feline managed to breathe out between swallowing the dry food. "Who are you?" Having his face lightly rapped, he immediately knew to silence himself, as his mouth was pried open again. Cold water was gently poured down his throat, carefully enough that it would not end up going down the wrong way and causing him to choke.

"Listen to me. I don't really care about you, but I need you alive more than he does. I don't think he plans on killing you, but I don't think he cares either if you died either. I don't know how often I can come down here, but I will bring supplies when needed. I just need you to keep your mouth shut until I can find a way to get you out of here. If you can understand me do not speak, just nod."

Nodding as instructed, The Kumquat was almost too flabbergasted to speak. What was happening? Was somebody here to rescue him? But why? They clearly knew about Jack, and this certainly was not a member of the police force, was it? Whoever it was, he was just glad to have a friendly-ish voice to comfort him. It would be the rejuvenating force that would cause him to fight for his life. If all he needed was time, time was all he had.

"Hey, you guys are finally back. How did everything go?" The Orange spun around in The Lemon's office chair, relieved to see his fellow fruits return.

"It really is too bad you weren't there. The Lemon got his head stuck in the disguise. It was hilarious!" The Lime began clapping and laughing maniacally at was not a very funny situation. Once he realized that neither of the other Toons hadn't joined him, he slowed down and shifted his eyes back and forth. "Well, I thought it was funny."

Taking a seat at his brother's space, The Lemon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it was really funny watching as that crocodile got away. We're lucky that Brownie is apparently a skateboarding God, or we would have blown things. I doubt that the Rangers would keep us around if we had done that. Then what? We'd basically lose any resources in tracking down Jack."

Nearly falling out his seat, The Orange caught himself on the desk when he heard what his companion told him. "Wait, how did they get away? There were two Rangers there, plus you guys. Did they catch on to things, or were they just that slippery when making the arrest?"

"That stupid rabbit gave things away. Jade and Deputy were fuming, and they said they were probably just going to continue with arresting him and pressing charges. I'd hate to be that dude right now. The dealer made a break for it, and due to our disguises, they got a good head start. Brownie pulled out some voodoo magic and caught them. Basically, as soon as he showed back up, Jade told us we were pretty much useless and that we could go home. Not sure what that means going forward." The Lime reiterated the basics, deflating The Orange.

"She sent you home? Wait, does that mean you're kicked out of the investigation? This is a nightmare! I was really banking on you two being able to help. I'm still pretty powerless within The Rangers, so having you guys around was going to give us a whole new avenue to get information. Without being able to track down Jack, we're basically screwed. We'll never find The Kumquat, we'll never be able to get home, and we'll certainly never get the peace of mind of knowing he can't keep hurting Toons. You guys really couldn't hold it together for one night?" Having a full-blown panic attack, the chimp was nearly in tears as he realized the potential fallout from what had happened. "I better hope that they keep me in the loop because otherwise we're doomed!"

Neither of the other members of the agency had ever seen The Orange this way. Usually calm, logical, and understanding, the monkey had all but given into his base instincts. "Woah, just hold on a second and breathe. I think you're taking this a bit too hard." Patting his friend on the back, The Lemon tried to relieve his friend's anxiety. "They still caught the dealer, and we still have a potential lead. Just because we aren't involved doesn't necessarily mean things are over. We can still do our own private investigating. We've gotten him before; we can get him again."

Piling on, The Lime attempted to get in front on things. "Exactly. It isn't much of a secret that he is here. At least we know where he is. That is the hard part. Frankly, we don't even need to make the arrest ourselves. It isn't like we have any authority here anyways. We just need information. Whether he rots in a prison cell here, or back at home, does that really matter?"

"I guess you're right." Standing up and taking deep breaths, the ape calmed down enough to begin thinking logically again. "I guess I was just worried about losing that extra help. The Rangers are a large and powerful organization. We're just three Toons, they are hundreds, maybe thousands? I just want to go home, and we can't do that without one of Jack or The Kumquat."

"We're all tired, and afraid, buddy. But just think of how The Kumquat feels. Think about how everybody back at home feels? They're all scared too. Want to know why? Because that jackass ruined things. We're not going to let him off for everything he has done. I promise." Putting his hand out in the middle of the trio, The Lemon smiled and began hyping up the other two. "We're C.U.M, and we will win!"

After releasing the two detectives from their obligations and sending Stinky and Gummi to be processed back at the Toontown Central Rangers' Intake, Jade, Brownie, and Deputy had finally gotten the opportunity to sit down with their detainee. The pink crocodile had not said a single word to anybody from the second she had been arrested, to the point she was in the interrogation room. Chained to the table to avoid any other potential escape, the Rangers and Sheriff stood outside and discussed their strategy. "Do you think we should do a little good cop, bad cop on her? That's pretty classic, and I think we could break her." Brownie suggested.

"So, who is the bad cop?" Deputy inquired, although he was pretty sure who he knew Brownie intended. "Actually, scrap that idea. I'm sure she's been battle trained against normal tactics. This isn't a run-of-the-mill dealer. This is someone working at the highest levels of the criminal ladder. They've probably seen some time."

"Okay, well how about we just start throwing the book at her and see if she's willing to make a deal. We clearly have her for selling Powdered Sugar, and we have a minor involved now. Plus fleeing from an arresting Ranger? Hoo boy, she's looking at time. Not to mention Donald's Dreamland has quite strict laws that can also be tacked onto whatever sentence she gets from Toontown. She could easily be looking at seven to ten years easily."

Contemplating, Skids shook off the idea. "Eh, like I said, this is a dealer for Jack. Now, from what I've heard about this guy, he is pretty dangerous. She'd likely be dead before she made it to her first court appearance. We need to straddle the line. We want information that could get us inside, but not something that gives us away. We want to arrest Jack, not his cronies. Well, maybe them too. But at the same time. I think if we sent her to jail that will set up suspicions we might be coming after him."

Furrowing his brow, the rodent tried to wrap his brain around everything. "Wait, wouldn't it just look like she got nabbed? Wouldn't be the first sting that has caught a dealer, you know? I think we should put some pressure on her and get what we can. After that, it is her own problem. She did the crime, she should serve the time.

"I agree with Brownie. From what I have found in my research, I don't think he would care about, let alone know, such a low-level dealer. I think we should just roll the dice and see what we get. I didn't go through all of this just to find out that Jack is working out of Donald's Dreamland or something useless."

"Alright, alright. How about this. Let's start light, see what we can get out of her. We'll regroup and if we're not getting enough, we turn up the heat and see if she jumps for the opportunity to escape the fire. Does that sound okay to everyone?" Both of the other Toons nodded in agreement and the trio entered the room together to begin.

Deferring to Deputy's experience, the duo allowed him to begin the proceedings. "So, not a good night for you I can imagine. I'm sure you're probably a bit nervous, but there's no need to worry about us if you cooperate. Does that sound okay?" As expected, the gator was silent, not even looking up at the investigators. "Alright. Well, could we at least get your name? I don't really feel like calling you drug dealer when we do your paperwork. It might look a little rough to the judge if we get that far.

Looking up, the crocodile had a blank expression on her face, but surprisingly spoke. "Akinari."

"Akinari, huh? That's an interesting name. is that your first or last name?" Jade interrupted, unable to stop her thirst for information.

"Akinari." Was all the reptile responded.

Writing down the information received, Deputy continued the questioning. "Well, Akinari. As you know, you were caught selling drugs to a minor. That is a pretty serious offense. You understand that right?" Again, as expected, there was no response. "So, your boss. Are they the one that wanted you to be out tonight?"

Shaking her head, Akinari looked back down anxiously. On the exterior she was cold and collected, but on the inside, she was dying. There didn't appear to be any way out of this that didn't end badly for her. She knew that Rangers would willingly throw her in the garbage if it meant catching Jack. "Come on, Aki. Why are you protecting him? Do you think he cares about you? Don't be ridiculous. Why don't you just tell us what we want to know and maybe you walk out of here with a slap on the wrist and your record intact." Jade began turning up the heat almost immediately, catching the other two off guard. "I assure you; nobody will know you were involved. You will be dropped off back in Dreamland, and nobody will be wiser."

"Exactly. Why sacrifice yourself for somebody who doesn't care about you at all? Just take the deal. You get to go home, and maybe you get a nice reward when we nab your boss. All we need to know is where he is headquartered. Where he does his business. That is all we need. You don't have to give us a name, you don't even have to tell us what he does. Just a location." Brownie attempted to use his cute, friendly good cop procedure in hopes of wooing a response from the crocodile.

"You three must be stupider than you all looked. I work alone, I've never heard of anybody or worked for anybody named Jack. I've been through this before, I can't tell you anything about someone I don't know. Is it that hard to understand? Now get me an attorney or get out of my face."

The trio looked at each other, all trying not to be the ones to burst out to nab the Toon. "Alright, that's fine. We'll get you an attorney. Although I do have one last question, just out of my curiosity." Deputy flipped through a blank notepad, reading over invisible notes. "Why did you mention somebody named Jack? We never asked about somebody named Jack."

Immediately realizing what she had gone, the color drained from the criminal's face. Unable to speak, she swallowed her tongue and laid her head down. "So, do you still want to play dumb, or do you want to get out of here tonight? You've basically just confirmed that you are aware of Captain Jack. That can't be disputed. The powdered sugar you were carrying matches the exact type that we believe has been coming from his gang, as well." Jade was lying about the last part, as they had not tested the substance. She knew she would have to bluff sometimes to get an answer. "Anyways, let's go get your attorney so he can help you maybe lighten your sentence to five years or so." Slowly walking towards the door, the pink duck beckoned the duo of Rangers with her. "Sorry Skids, I don't think she's going to talk."

"Wait a minute!" Pounding her hands loudly on the wooden table, Akinari was caught up in a strange situation. Even she wasn't sure what she was doing, but the duck was right. She had been caught and had little way out. Plus she had basically outed Jack either way, so if word got out regardless of whether she was in prison or at home, she was likely in danger. "I'll talk."

"Now, now. Don't feel pressured, Aki. After all, you did mention you wanted an attorney. If you wish to let us know something, then this wouldn't end up on the books, but you also wouldn't have an attorney present. I don't know if that is what you want. Besides, I don't mind sending somebody to jail when they commit a crime. After all, that is what my job is, right?"

Gnawing on a strand of fur that she pulled down near her mouth, the pink crocodile gave in. If The Brotherhood was going to hunt her down, she might as well be given the chance to go wherever she could to hide. In prison she would just be a sitting duck. "I don't know a lot. All of us dealers report to a supervisor, basically. Somebody who keeps track of sales and everything in each for each street. They report to their supervisor who monitors the entire playground, and then upwards to Jack. I've never met, let alone seen the guy. I do know that there is supposed to be meetings at some low-key diner in Donald's Dreamland. I don't know if that is where they would be "headquartered" just where they meet to update Jack. I only know that because I just so happened to be in the area when one of those meetings was taking place."

"Now, that is better. So, what is the name of this diner?" Brownie asked expectantly, his heart nearly bursting from his chest as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"Um. I don't know the name. I know it is on Pajama Place, kind of near the Toon HQ. Pretty unassuming old place. Don't think anyone really goes there. Can't say a whole lot more than that though. Now, can you let me go? I've basically just put a hit out on myself, you can at least give me the benefit of a head start to get away."

Deputy knew the seriousness of the situation. This dealer was not exaggerating when she said her life was in danger. "I understand, Aki. It seems like the only way out of this is if Jack were arrested and the gang was dissolved. In order to do that, we need to start making some arrests. This is great information, but it isn't enough to do that yet. We just need a little more. A meeting time, maybe a supervisor's name? Anything that can give us a push in the right direction."

Biting her lip, the pink crocodile looked up and the ceiling and sighed. "Listen, if anything happens you better make up a good reason why you nabbed him. I might still be okay after this but giving up my supervisor would probably be the death of me for sure. There's only me and three other dealers on Lullaby, so it wouldn't be hard to figure out."

"We'll get you protection, or whatever you need. I can assure you that nothing comes back your way. I've been doing this for a long time, and nobody who has cooperated has ever been harmed. You'll have the backing of the Toontown Rangers, and my office as well." Jade spoke confidently again, bluffing a little. After all, she had never had somebody cooperate in an arrest so nobody COULD have met the qualifications she was spouting. "Now, please. Just give me that name."

"Woah, Jade. Calm down a little. We can't be making any promises like that right now. We'll do our best but-" Brownie started speaking but was cut off by the reptile.

"Molly. Her name is Molly. She's a purple bear. Pretty big and scary Toon. We don't talk a lot; I don't know where she lives or anything. She usually does a nightly check on the alleys at about eight. So, she'll probably be back where I met you guys at soon and will see I'm not there and know I got popped or flaked." Aki had forgotten about the meeting she was supposed to attend, before catching herself. "Oh wait, crap! Tonight, was the weekly meeting! They'll definitely notice I'm not there."

Deputy stroked his chin and contemplated a way to get out of the situation. "Well, what if you didn't show up because you were in the hospital? Even a cruel, heartless gang leader couldn't fault you for that right?"

Jade started catching on. "Ah, that's brilliant. Maybe you were in a deal gone wrong. Weapons were pulled, and you got hurt. You had to go to the hospital and were taken against your will. You were questioned by Rangers and didn't say anything, and we didn't have anything on you, so we let you go. Gives you a reason why you didn't show up, and plausible deniability to what happened."

"Maybe, but these guys are smart. They're going to want to see my wound. They'll wanna see some papers. Plus, if I told them I talked to Rangers at all, it'd look pretty sus. I'll get outed immediately." Aki had brought up some good points.

"That's true. But what if somebody close to you was in the hospital? Like maybe a boyfriend?" Brownie inquired, using all of his brainpower to come up with his own plan. "You guys don't seem very close. They probably wouldn't be able to say anything. If they ask, we can have some fake papers and a fake boyfriend or something. What do you think?"

Exhaling, Akinari began rubbing her hands together. "I guess that could work. But at this point I don't know what other choice I have? So, how are we doing this?"

Grinning widely, Brownie danced around in excitement at his plan being accepted. "Don't you worry about that. I know some guys who are great with disguises that can help us get all of this together."