Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Dangermouse and characters are property of Cosgrove/Hall productions, and I don't own them. This fiction and the characters of M6 Lori L'Amour and her assistant and other craziness the other side of the pond is my own insanity, property of me, Trynia Merin. Like the story that Sabertooth Kitty wrote with celebrities, I'm sure this has some similarities, but instead of dealing with pop stars I'm delving off the deep end into classic seventies rock, and you might notice the similarities between the two bands that I am giving animal type names to, and I'm leaving it up to guess which two I'm poking fun at here J . It's all in fun, and in good humor. Hope it's not TOO much like the story Pop Culture Shock, but it will have a LOT of differences… J

"Just Push Pause, Or the Rock All Night Stops…"

By Trynia Merin

Part 3

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"Cor chief, is THAT where Greenback is?" Penfold pointed to a large antenna sticking up from near Wembly field. The Frogs Head flier was parked by it, standing upright with wires leading from it to the large antenna, which crackled with electricity. They saw someone running to the flier, and DM recognized it as Stiletto.

"That's Stiletto and the Baron," DM mumbled as he landed the Mark III, and parked a few yards in secret. The Baron hadn't noticed their approach, and so DM and his assistant crept up slowly to eavesdrop on the Baron and Stiletto. Nero bobbled and growled, his fur bristling as he sat on Greenback's shoulder.

"You IDIOT!" Greenback hissed at Stiletto.

"Cie Baroni… but how-a was I-a to tell that-a they'd have a back-a-up power source?" he complained.

"You failed! Admit it! You didn't realize they would have a backup you fool!" he hissed. "Didn't' you cut the wires and put the power draining device in place?"

"Cie Baroni!" Stiletto nodded, shivering in fear as the Baron pressed a remote control, and a large object that said Hit Box on it wheeled into view. "I-a did-a what-a you said! I put the box a-by the power station, and a- the second-a performance went-a off!"

"Dolt!" he hissed as a large mallet came out of the top, and clanked Stiletto on the head.

"Sorry Baroni!" he apologized. "How-a was I-a to know that they had-a power source of-a their-a own?"

"Hmm, then I will have to put the electricity siphon up to full power," the Baron said. "And broadcast my requests to the world…"

"Not so fast Greenback!" Danger Mouse shouted as he leapt out, with Penfold cowering behind him.

"Ahh I was expecting you," smiled Greenback.

"Only YOU would be behind so nefarious of a plot to use ROCK and Roll to create anarchy… or the lack of it…"

"Um DM…" Penfold pulled on his elbow as he saw something clanking up behind them after the baron pushed a button on his remote control.

"Not now, I'm giving him the speech," DM shouldered him off.

"But Chief…"

"Penfold SHUSH…" DM hissed. "Turn yourself in now and I'll not resort to drastic action…"

"Ahh Danger Mouse, but I will," the baron laughed. Suddenly Penfold screamed and babbled with fear as a much smaller antenna clanked up behind the duo. Danger mouse felt Penfold tugging on his elbow and turned around, his gold eye widening.

"Good GRIEF what is that?"

"Your final end… to a otherwise promising set," Greenback hissed and laughed. Sparks snapped and crackled around the device, and DM leapt out of the way as a bolt of power sizzled from the enormous antenna hooked to the frogs head flier to the small portable antenna, that then arched towards DM. He grabbed Penfold's collar and tugged him out of the way.

"AAAGH!" Penfold cried as he leapt into DM's arms at the second blast aimed at them, and DM ran with his assistant clinching to him as he spun and leapt out of the way.

"It will take more then fancy pyrotechnics to defeat me!" DM held up a finger and stood in a dramatic pose, Penfold shivering behind him.

"Perhaps I can't zap you, but I CAN drain you," said the Baron. "You see my toy isn't just a projector of electricity, it's MAIN use is to siphon off ANY electrical charge, including the minute ones in the body of a living being… such as YOU!"

"Good grief," DM laughed. "Go on!"

"Here is a demonstration!" The baron laughed. Suddenly DM felt a tugging and pulling sensation as the baron turned a dial on the remote control in the opposite direction, and the antenna suddenly flashed red. DM felt his energy suddenly crackle away from his body, sizzling toward the antenna. He groaned as he collapsed to the ground. Penfold shrieked and jumped out of the way just in time.

"DM!" he cried. "CHIEF! Speak to me!"

Penfold rushed up to his chief, and rolled him over. DM slowly looked up at him, groaning, as Penfold took his chief's head in his knees, and patted his face, moaning, "Penfold… get away… I can't… can't move… no energy…"

"Chief, please…" Penfold whimpered. "Don't do this to me… are you all right?"

"I can't… I can't…" DM moaned, slowly laying there immobile. Penfold glanced up at Greenback, anger on his face.

"You miserable… if I wasn't a coward I'd DESPISE YOU!" he shouted.

"And as you are not enough to be a threat, you pathetic hamster,' laughed Greenback as the white wonder lay still, groaning and unable to move. "Stiletto, get him!"

"Cie Baroni, with-a pleasure!" he laughed as he advanced up to Penfold, who shivered next to the limp form of DM.

"HELLP!" Penfold shrieked as Stiletto's shadow fell over him. "Somebody SAVE US!"

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Four male animals sat backstage, with a small velvet lined box sitting on their makeup cases. They were each sitting before the makeup mirrors, slowly mumbling as they sipped coke and beer. Gila picked up a bottle of Sierra Mist and knocked half of it back as he sighed in relief. On his right knee was a groupie, a young lizard who was flickering her tongue over his painted cheek.

"Get rid of the girl," Petey Catt sighed, as his wife waited with their kitten Jenny offside.

"Daddy, will you be MUCH longer?" she asked.

"Nope Hon," he smiled. "Why dontcha wait for me outside Leah…"

"Gotcha kitty cat," she purred, a white furred Persian, and an Italian like him to boot. His real name was Peter Cattsuolini, but had been shorted to Petey Catt long ago. He mumbled as his arms ached, and a security guard poked their head under a brightly colored sheet that separated them from the other dressing rooms while Byrdsmythe played onstage.

"Hello precious," Gila drooled, still coated in green slime partly from his slime-spitting act as Lori slowly strode into the inner sanctum that few fans saw. Makeup cases were open and so were the wardrobes that contained their masses of silver and black costumes.

"I just wanted to come backstage and meet you," Lori said. "And see if you guys were okay…"

"Why wouldn't we be?" asked Saul as he got up from his makeup table, a towel draped around his neck. He strode over to Lori, still towering over her wearing his seven-millimeter platform boots. He winked at her and moved over to stand by her.

"I saw her first, SuperStar," Gila warned.

"You've got your own girls," said Saul with a wink. "Forget you man…"

"Get stuffed," Gila growled and moved to pay attention to the groupie sitting on his lap. He offered her her own bottle of Sierra mist, and Lori stood nervously looking at the other band members still in makeup and costumes.

"What's this about protecting us, baby? We've got the world's best security money can buy," Saul smiled at Lori, who looked serious.

"Mr. Stann," she said.

"Call me Saul…all my friends do," he said, taking her hand and escorting her to sit down by him on the sofa. Gila shoed the girl off his lap and sat on her other side.

"Yeah, do tell… don't tell me you're some super secret agent or undercover cop saving our tails…" said Gila.

"Well there WERE some threats to your performance," said Lori, glancing from Saul to Gila.

"Get real," laughed Petey as he turned his chair to face her, and even Tommie turned around, his sheepish grin covering his white and gold painted face.

"Well she does have a point," said Saul. "Ordinarily some obsessed stalkers follow us, but we DID get a mysterious note from some nut case who said if we didn't pay him our tour proceedings, he'd cut our power…"

"So spill it sweets," Gila said, looking at Lori sternly. "Are you a cop?"

"I'm going to tell you something of the utmost secrecy. Because I'm a loyal soldier in the Squad…" Lori took a deep breath. "But I'm really a secret agent. And I've been hired to protect you. And there is a very REAL and present threat to your band…"

"Do tell," said Saul, looking at the sincerity in her dark lashed pink eyes.

"No way," Laughed Petey.

"What's this all about, honey bunch, you teasing us?" Gila asked.

"No," she said slowly. "Your lives and Bylers are in peril. Someone named Silas Greenback…"

"Hey, that was the ding bat who sent us the threatening note," Saul said. "How did you know that?"

"She's an agent, man," Gila rolled his red eyes. "And let me guess, you're here to protect us? What a laugh… although you ARE beautiful enough to be a top secret agent…"

"Beauty has nothing to do with it," snorted Saul. "You should know we don't' judge by appearances, Gila…"

"Yeah, but still, this is full on," said Petey slowly.

"Here's the note," said Saul, grabbing a piece of paper and handing it to Lori.

"Goodness, it IS greenback," she breathed. "You ARE in danger…"

"So, let me get this straight. If he IS sabotaging us, why didn't 'he do it already?" Gila asked less then convinced.

Just then the lights clicked out, and four voices shouted in protest. Lori glanced around and felt someone's tail slide around her waist, and a tongue lapping her ear. She raised a hand and smacked it off, and heard an "OUCH!" in protest.

"Stop messing around Gila, and open the box!" said Saul's voice. Suddenly there was a blinding radiance from four sources of light, and Lori saw their faces illuminated in the darkness.

"What's this?" she gasped.

"Take 'em guys, we might need to spring into action," said Saul, illuminated in purple light. Lori's jaw dropped, as each of them seemed to be bathed in different colored lights. Saul's eyes flashed purple, and he looked down at Lori, a beam of purple energy washing over her soul.

"What the…"

"Forgive me," Saul whispered. "She's clean Gila…"

"Good," said Gila, with a low serpentine growl. "Now, you say GREENBACK is behind this?"

"You… you have super powers, you mean the legends are REAL?" Lori looked at each of them. "But why…"

"WE each have our secrets," said Gila mysteriously.

"There WAS a power loss," said Tommie, who was shimmering silver as he closed his eyes and crackled with electricity. "But our juice to our show is tied into our Medallions…"

"And that juice remained in the generators halfway through Byrdsmyths set," said Saul slowly. "Now, you say you think Greenback is behind this?"

"Yes… but…"

"We'd better get to the bottom of this. Consider yourself set with four sidekicks,' Gila said. "You aren't the ONLY superhero around here… Petey, get the scent… and see if you smell anything unusual…"

"Yeah… I smell a slimy TOAD," said Petey, sniffling. He slowly drew in his breath, a green aura surrounding him as he leapt on all fours and tucked the sheet aside, and bounded off.

"Tell me this isn't happening," Lori mumbled.

"Saul, you better use a relaxer ray on the crowds before they mob the place…" said Gila, as they heard a thousand or so fans screaming in panic. Rushing out, Saul raced after Petey, and Lori heard a low song that stretched out.

Turning to Tommie, Gila said, "You'd better add some juice to the backup generators to give some light on here…"

"Right… you want me to rewire the power?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Shock 'em all…"

"Gotcha," he said, and Lori followed him to see the sheep slowly rub his fleece, and create a crackling charge as he gripped the wires of a backup generator. He sent a massive charge in a series of blue sparks into the enormous battery, and the lights flickered on.

"Good Grief," Lori said, quoting Danger Mouse.

"The scent's this way… someone… it was a crow I believe… Italian like myself…" said Petey as he bounded back to where Gila and Lori stood. "And he was only here minutes ago…"

"Stiletto," said Lori, glancing up at Gila.

"Then let's go," said Gila. He grabbed Lori under the arms and legs and she squawked with protest as he spread his black cloak, and a red aura of power surrounded him. The cloak changed into dragon's wings, and she saw the dragon shaped medallion at his throat blaze with power as he took off into the night.

"Stay here Tommie, and help control the crowd… keep the juice going!" Gila shouted. Up into the night they flew, and she saw a purple glow from around Saul, as he too seemed to have the power of flight, the star shaped medallion around his neck. ON the ground bounded the Alley Catt, a green aura surrounding him as he ran.

"How did you… where did you…" she stammered. "Get those powers?"

"A space alien," said Gila gruffly as he carried Lori effortlessly in flight, following the green hued Alley Catt. The ByrdSmythe concert continued as if without a hitch, with the Alien controlling the electricity flow.

"What did you do?" Lori glanced at Saul who was flying in a purple hue, a long tail streaking after him like a comet's tail.

"Merely calmed them down, using my voice…" he said with a wink and a smile, as he sailed alongside them.

"This isn't happening," Lori said. "I DID have a super secret car that I could have flown in…"

"Tell us more about this Greenback character," said Gila as they flew along.

"I hear someone screaming for help!" Petey Catt said as he shouted up to them.

"Quick!" said Gila and Saul. "We have to save them!"

"Only a FIEND would do such a deed on Rosh Hashanah…" Saul mumbled.

"If we don't stop him there won't BE another Rosh Hashanah, EVER," mumbled Gila bitterly.

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