Felicia yawned, and flipped the page absent mindedly. She leaned back in her not-so-comfortable chair, and day-dreamed. Fell was a vixen of an ashen- red color, all but around her eyes, across her muzzle, and a stripe from their down past her belly-button which was a light creamy red. Her paws were a dark, brick red, like the very tip of her thick and bushy tail. Her eyes, which were now closed under heavy eye-lids, were a bright golden- yellow. Her tail swished as she continued her pleasant dream.

"YO FELL!" The young vixen nearly toppled out of her chair, but managed to stand as a young husky wondered in. "You're bein' called fer down at duh giraffe enclosa." He managed to sputter while chomping nosily on his gum. Felicia nodded.

"Fine," She stood, and stretched taking a look at her watch. She'd been sitting for almost two hours, wow. She straightened out her black pants, and smoothed down the ruffles on her slightly Renaissance styled shirt. She followed Matthew for a while as he headed past the giraffe enclosure towards the lion's area. "Oh, fantastic."

Surrounding the giraffe enclosure was a huge crowd. Mostly tourists with cameras and reporters, but a few normal people were standing about. As she scanned the mass, she spotted a small herd off to the side, all wearing the navy blue uniforms of St. Canard's finest zoo. She ambled over slowly, her tail hanging lifelessly as she pondered over the cause of all this ruckus.

"Geez, thank goodness your here Ms. Fuhr!" Trixie cried. Trix was the youngest employee at the zoo, no older than 23 at the most. Fresh out of college. She was a snowy white swan with mesmerizing blue eyes and a silent deposition. The group of young employees looked at Felicia nervously. She sighed, sometimes it was good to be boss, but not when you needed information.

"Well, are we all gonna stand around gawking, or is someone going to tell me what's going on?" She snapped suddenly, sounding a bit more harsh then she'd expected.

"Well, um..." Rose, a rather tall chipmunk, started. "It just so happens that," She paused and lowered her voice to a whisper. "That Megavolt has somehow found his way into our giraffe enclosure."

"What?" The group of ignorant youngsters nodded slowly. "You mean to tell me that a supervillian is sitting with our giraffes?"

"Well, not really sitting, more like climbing."

"Come again?"

"Look," A small golden retriever girl, a new transfer student, pointed to the tallest tree in the enclosure. Fell could barely make out a bright yellow jumpsuit vanishing into the mammoth branches of the tree. She grumbled, and started to climb over the railing. A small white hand reached out and grabbed her sleeve. Fell turned her head to see a worried Trixie.

"Um, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Well, we want him gone don't we?"

"Yeah, but..." The girl paused. "But he's a supervillian, ma'am. Who knows what he might do?" Fell shook her head with a sigh, and pressed her ears against her unruly brown hair.

"It's daylight, Trixie, and there are way too many people here. I doubt he'll try anything." Trixie slowly let go of the vixen's arm and she disappeared into the habitat. Rose looked over at Charles, a hawk.

"Five bucks says he fries her."

"You're on." Trixie looked after Fell anxiously.