Groggy, Brussel Sprout slowly opened her eyes only to find that she was still surrounded by darkness. An immediate wave of pulsating pain radiated through the crocodile's cranium as she recovered from the crack to the noggin she had received from the mysterious stallion. Cramped into a contorted position, Sprout tried to untangle herself, but found that to prove difficult as she had been stuffed into what appeared to be a burlap sack. Outside, she could hear the muffled voices of two Toons speaking, drowned out by the sounds of a harbor: boats, large machinery, and working Toons. Immediately the reptile recognized that she was likely at the Port of Dreamland outside of Pajama Place. Brussel had spent plenty of time here as a child as her father was a boat enthusiast before he had perished in a pirate attack several years prior. Immediately she knew what was likely happening, and she began to panic. Thrashing wildly, the adrenaline from her fear made her forget about the immense pain she was in. "Let me out here you stupid horses! If not, I'm going to rip you both to shreds, arrrgh!"

The maroon horse rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I don't think you're in a position to be giving commands, um, Ugly? I forgot what your name was already, that's how unimportant you are."

"You damn fool, can't you shut your mouth for more than thirty seconds? If it wasn't for your foolishness we wouldn't be in this position." The opposite steed, clearly the superior of the pair, slapped the reddish horse across the snout. "If someone comes around and sees you talking to a burlap sack, it's going to draw unnecessary attention. Now just sit there quietly until Molly gets here, and she tells us how to handle this."

"Why don't we just kill her? Dumb broad wouldn't be missed anyways, I'm sure. She's a Ranger, they probably go missing all the time." Chadwick sputtered, reeling from the attack from his boss. "Didn't have to hit me you know."

Brussel began tearing at the thick material with her razor-sharp teeth, however as she could not gain any leverage, she had trouble holding onto the sack and pulling at the same time. "Just wait fools. Even if you kill me, the Rangers will find you! They know where I went! They will be on you faster than a Doodle on a jellybean!"

Dean stroked his chin and nodded. "Unfortunately, she is right. The Rangers aren't idiots, well, not in this regard. They always keep tabs on their members and where they are at all times. Rangers going missing usually doesn't happen, and when it does it is all hands-on deck. That's why I called in Molly. She will know what to do."

"I hope so. Now you're getting me all worked up and afraid for no reason. Shouldn't we just dump her and go. What if somebody comes around? I don't want any Rangers poking into my business." Chadwick retorted, once again receiving a slap in return from his superior. "Stop hitting me!"

"You're lucky, I would be hitting you way harder than that you stinky pile of filth." Sprout shouted. Curling up into a ball, she was able to shield herself from most of the blow from Dean's kick that would have hit her square in the stomach. "Erf!"

There was a silence while Sprout recovered, feeling the dull pain cover her forearm which had gotten the brunt of the horse's hoof. While Sprout had hope that somebody had come along and noticed what was going on, the crocodile wasn't that lucky. "What the Hell is going on now?" A sharp, angry, feminine voice filled the void where there was once only the sounds of Brussel's beating heart. "Damn it, Dean. You know I have a million better things I can be doing, why'd you call me all the way out here?"

The gator could only peer through the small openings in the stitching, where only the slightest light broke through. Not enough to give any semblance of identity to the new speaker. Whoever it was, they sounded like they meant business, and Sprout was going to have to do something to escape. Making a second attempt, Brussel grabbed on a loosening string and gripped her teeth on the rough rope and breathed in heavily. Craning her neck, she pulled back with the full force that her twisted body would allow. While she could feel some slack as the restraints around her were weakened, even the strong-jawed creature had little hope of tearing through her cloth prison. She was just going to have to hope the third Toon would allow her to go. "Dum-dum here somehow managed to get caught by a Ranger. Fortunately, I was around and knocked her out and dragged her here. Didn't want to do anything without getting your opinion. Don't want to bring any unnecessary heat."

While Sprout couldn't see what was happening, the sounds were enough to make it quite clear. The sound of a knife penetrating skin, the gurgling sound of a dying Toon gasping for life, and the thud as the body hit the ground. "Good lord. You waste my time with this low-level dealer and a Ranger? Dispose of him and the Ranger in the harbor. The fish will take care of them."

"Alright, ma'am. Sorry to have wasted your time." The yellow horse rolled the corpse of Chadwick into the bay, causing a large splash and leaving a puddle of blood and stained water to bring the fish as Molly had said.

"You're not getting away with this! I have this all on camera! Everything is being recorded on a live feed! You kill me and you're going to be caught faster than a Catfish in Toontown Central, you scrubs!" Brussel had remembered her ace in the sleeve. Warren must be aware of what was going on. Calling out loudly so that anyone on the other side of the camera could hear. "Warren! Call the Rangers! Tell them I'm at the Dreamland Harbor! I'm not sure where, but you wont be able to miss these bumbling buffoons."

Molly reached out and connected her foot with Brussel's ribcage, sending another shockwave through her body. "She's probably not bluffing. Wouldn't surprise me that an undercover Ranger would be doing something like that. Did she see your face?"

Dean gulped and thought about it. While he had hit her from behind, if she had been wearing a camera then there was little chance he would have gone unnoticed while maneuvering her into the sack. "Er." The slight hesitation was all that was needed for the deadly bear to quickly dispose of the other horse, plunging the blood soaked blade into his throat and tossing him into the water in one motion."

"Hey, hey you! Bear I see you!" From a few hundred feet away, the strained voice of an older Toon screamed out. It was – Warren? What was he doing here? Brussel clenched tightly as she could feel a slim hope of survival, not from another Ranger, but from the elderly clothing store shopkeeper she had derided earlier on. "Get back here! Help! Someone call the Rangers! Murder! Murder!" A tizzy began as more Toons took notice of the old rabbit hopping madly and pointing as he shouted murder. Molly knew she couldn't spend time getting rid of the crocodile and risk more attention. Ducking off into the shade, she kept tight to the wall and sprinted as fast as her feet could carry her. While she was large, she was quite nimble and proved impossible for Warren to catch.

"Damn it!" She called under her breath as she jumped into a teleportation hole and out of sight. She had killed off two underlings, likely causing a ripple affect in her sales, and now a Ranger had her voice recorded. Little did she or Brussel. know it would not be the first time her being had been caught committing crimes.

Catching his breath, Warren eventually caught up to where Sprout was wrestling in the bag, alongside a few other Toons who had been working nearby. Bending down, the mob untied Sprout who erupted from the satchel like an active volcano, spewing saliva and pure anger as she looked around for somebody to attack. "Where did she go? I'll rip her arms off and use them to tie up her legs!" Gasping for air, the gator nearly toppled over from the suddenness of blood rushing to the rest of her body.

The purple bunny shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. I couldn't get here in time. I tried contacting the Rangers, but I wasn't able to get through. Looks like I got here just in time."

"What in tarnation is happenin' here?" A dark blue pig inquired, acting as the voice for the small growing crowd who had nearly witnessed a trio of murders.

"Did anyone see that bear? She just killed two horses and dumped them in the water there." Sprout tried to calm herself and remember that she was acting on behalf of the Toontown Rangers. Her first priority was getting information. Pulling out her whisper device which the kidnappers had stupidly forgotten to retrieve she dialed the number for Skids. After a few tense rings, the line picked up. "Hey, Skid-o, we've got a double homicide and I believe it is tied to the current case. Get down to Dreamland Harbor right away!"

The three members of C.U.M had scrounged together enough jellybeans to be able to afford a basic set of golf clubs, and some appropriate attire. While there was no official dress code to golf at Acorn Acres, the three were quite pertinent about disguising themselves as to not attract attention. Unfortunately for the trio, it appeared that would not be the case. Arriving at the sun-soaked fields of grass at the entrance to the fun-filled playground, The Lemon couldn't help but notice they were the only Toons dressed up in any specialized clothing. "Should we go back and change? We don't want any unnecessary eyes on us."

"No reason to go back now. I'm sure everybody will be too busy hitting the links to pay us much mind." The Orange insisted, mostly not wanting to waste any time going back to change and missing any vital information. "Besides, maybe if Jack is here and recognizes us, he would come after us, then we can make our arrest."

"I mean, I guess that isn't the worst idea. Although I don't know if we want to bring on that level of scrutiny. He's likely protected, and possibly armed. We have golf clubs. Who knows what he has available? We can't do anything if we're dead." Leaning on his putter, The Lime perused their options. "Why don't we just go play a few rounds and scope things out. Besides, don't we deserve a break after a long day of work?" Widening his eyes in a pleading manner, the green dog grinned, baring his pearly whites.

Unable to hold up against the will of his close friends, the orange chimp clapped and shook his hands rapidly. "I guess that would be fine. No reason we couldn't do both at once, right?" The Orange tossed a club into the air and caught it in the opposite hand. Pointing the handle towards the red course, the ape puffed out his chest. "To the course!"

The first few holes were fairly empty, with only one other Toon partaking. The Lime pumped his fists as he sunk another birdie, with a lucky shot ricocheting off a wall and somehow reinventing gravity long enough. "Look at that, another amazing shot. You guys want to pack it in now?" As his brother lined up to shoot, a small ruckus could be overheard from two holes over.

"Did your ball just hit mine you pathetic scrub?" An intimidating, feminine voice shouted out across the lush greens. "You think you can just walk up and hit someone's ball? The audacity. Do you know who I am? I'll rip your head off and use it to putt with!"

"Did you guys hear that? Sounds like trouble, and if there's trouble there is probably some bacon to cook." The Orange whispered. Leaping into a roll, the ape leader ducked behind a bush and peered out into the distance over to where a peach dog wearing a bright red outfit could be seen screaming at a terrified young couple. "Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

Being joined by a large white bear, the dog continued to rip into the Toons who appeared to have accidentally hit a ball over into the next hole. "Hey, I think it'd be pretty funny if we stuffed these idiots inside of the windmill. Watch them squirm." The hulking Toon bluntly stated with a deep, muscular voice.

The dog nodded and grinned. "Even better? We toss them up onto the windmill by their shirts and watch them spin around endlessly. That'll show you sniveling brats to interrupt my game. You're lucky my boss wasn't here. He'd have you chopped up into doodle chow before you could call for your mommy!"

"That's enough, you two!" Running over heroically, and against his own best judgement, The Lemon leapt and landed awkwardly directly in front of the terrible Toons. "What gives you the idea to bully these Toons? Geez, you must be at least ten years older than them. Why don't you pick on someone your own age!" The yellow deer looked around, realizing his comrades were not beside him, and gulping as he tried to remain confident in his conviction.

"Look at this. We have a tough guy, coming to tell us what to do. Hey, nerd. Why don't you mind your own business? Better yet, why don't you head back to the swindler who sold you that awful get up and tell them to give you your money back. You look like you just got out of a blender of ugly clothes!" The dog laughed loudly.

The mention of a blender was enough to set kept up his rush of the other fruits, combined with the already furious need to protect their friend, caused the other two to launch out from their hiding spot in the bush, golf clubs armed and ready to fight. The two Toonagers, both looking to each other while the others were distracted, took the opportunity to flee without a sound. "Two against one? That doesn't sound really fair now does it you ugly brat!" The Lime, also propped by adrenaline, came to his brother's defense.

Feeling emboldened by the reinforcements, the yellow deer narrowed his eyes and peered at the two troublemakers. "You know, greening and trolling are crimes. We're going to take you down to the Ranger station. I'm sure you idiots are very familiar with it." Pulling out a pair of handcuffs he kept on his person at all time, the doe began to walk alongside the giant bear. Unfortunately for the smaller, lighter Toon, he didn't anticipate retaliation from the opponent.

"You just wrote your death note, deer!" Lifting The Lemon by his antler, the gargantuan bear began to swing around, before releasing his grip on the unfortunate fruit, and causing him to launch into the air, before plummeting and landing on his back in a painful plop. "Better run while you can!"

"The Lemon!" The Lime, seeing his injured brother groaning in pain nearly twenty feet away from where he started, lost control, and began swinging his club wildly. Each strike was expertly countered by the giant bear, who would swiftly bob and weave, or sometimes blocking attacks with his large forearms.

Exhausting himself, the green dog kept up his flurry of attacks, hoping for some kind of opening. It wasn't professional. But at the end of the day none of C.U.M were Rangers and weren't held to the same standards. For the normally mild-mannered and by-the-rules Toon, The Orange stood by idly for a second, hoping to resolve it through legal means. However, seeing his two closest friends struggle against the might of the large mammal, the chimp who had been jaded by the experience of chasing Jack, gave in and rushed to attack. While the polar bear was distracted with The Lime, the monkey managed to sneak behind and take a well-aimed thwack at the back of Cam's leg, causing him to tumble forward just enough to where The Lime could get another good blow to the stomach of his opponent. "I'm tired of the rules! I'm tired of Jack! But most of all I am tired of all of this! Get down you dumb bear!" The Orange let out a liberating scream, feeling the shackling weight of everything being dropped off his shoulders as he took another massive swing, connecting with Cam's head and knocking the bear our cold.

The Rotten Mango, who had only watched as the bodyguard went down to two mostly unassuming Toons began to sweat. She was never much of a fighter, instead relying on intimidation through being as loud as possible and assuming most were too passive to fight back or dirty tricks. As both of the Toons began to crowd around her, she knew that if she didn't do something, she would be doomed and likely arrested. A high-ranking official being nabbed, let alone by three scrubs who weren't even members of the Toontown Rangers, would lead to dire consequences within The Brotherhood. There was one way out, and she knew it. "I'd recommend you two back off before things get bad for you. You don't know who you're messing with. I control a lot of powerful Toons. I'll make sure you're all dead by tomorrow morning if you don't forget what you saw here!"

"Yeah, right. As if we'd ever submit to a lowly criminal such as yourself. You have nowhere to go and there's no way you can fight off three of us." The Lime grumbled, feeling a sense of relief as his brother had recovered and stumbled over to join them, forming a circle around the trapped dog.

"We already have your friend here. Threats aren't going to help you out of this. Now, get on the ground with your hands behind your head." The Lemon spoke sternly. Still shook up and bruised from his encounter with Cam.

Exhaling, The Rotten Mango nodded and closed her eyes. "Fine. I guess you win. Good job. You just sealed your own coffins you idiots."

The Orange knelt down and slapped a pair of handcuffs on the dog. "Sure thing, sweetheart. We've dealt with much worse criminals than yourself. You don't scare us. What are you going to do, talk us to death?" The three fruits cackled as they lifted the pair of arrestees and began to trawl them off towards Toontown Central where they could turn them into the Rangers for further interrogation. While they hadn't gotten any information on Jack, they were able to help somebody in need, which scratched an itch that The Orange had been missing since his arrival to this universe.

Behind a large oak tree, a plain looking, beige deer stood and took mental notes of the members of C.U.M. Silently he pulled out a sharp blade and held it out, reflecting beams from the sun. While he had not been given a direct order, he knew full well what his next job would entail.

For the last few days, The Kumquat had a renewed sense of life and purpose knowing that there was at least a chance he would be out of his prison soon. Even just the taste of fresh cream from a cream pie could reinvigorate him for another several weeks. While he fully trusted his brothers in peels to come and rescue him, he knew that it would be a tall task for them just to find him, let alone to break him out. Wherever he was seemed to be hidden deep in the depths of Hell, and the devil's minions ensured every square inch of the property was guarded and the intent was to kill on first contact. That strange Toon who had come and spoke to him hadn't returned, but it seemed unusual that one would risk their life to come see him, promise a rescue, and then fallback on their offer. The identity of his savior was still lost on him. It wasn't like he knew anybody in this strange universe. However if it was The Lemon, Lime, or The Orange, they would not have left him to fend for himself. Upstairs, he could hear shouting and crashing as an argument appeared to break out. "Two dead? Are you kidding me? Did you at least recover the jellybeans?"

"I didn't have time! I wasn't going to get caught because of those idiot horses! Blame their stupidity for getting into that situation!" A booming, female voice screamed back at the first. "Besides, I just brought in a new dealer that could take their place – presumably. Don't worry about it, Jack is more concerned with other things anyways." The conversation continued as the orange cat perked his ears to listen.

Once again, the feline's senses tingled as he could feel the presence of another joining him in the barren dungeon he was restrained to. Praying under his breath, his small glimmer of excitement was quickly dashed when he heard the familiar voice of the deranged guard who would so routinely beat and mock him. Almost immediately something seemed off, as this time the mood seemed more of desperation than hatred or anger. "Wake up, cat." The Kumquat's eyes were still battered but he could open them enough to see the figure of a hulking bear. "The boss wants to see you." The sadistic, torturous monster seemed to have been leashed by his master and was in a much more restrained attitude. "Don't move." Suddenly The Kumquat felt a cloth cover his eyes. Then, what seemed like a blessing. The clacking sounds of a key entering his handcuffs which had held him hanging for so long. A sudden drop left him on the ground. For the first time in likely months, he could feel the blood returning to his arms. At first it was a sharp pain, then a tingle and eventually a warm rush. Lifting his arms, the cat could not help but release a tear to have a small reprieve from the pain. As quickly as he was freed, as quickly he was handcuffed with his arms thrust behind his back.

The Kumquat knew that he was going to get nowhere fighting. But now he had the opportunity to see his captor, his fiercest enemy, face to face, and maybe get some answers. Being pushed forward, he silent perused his options. However he was just as nervous about what was going to happen.