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Rock Raider: I see you took a guess at who would be enttering the printing press. You'll find out if oyu are right in this chapter. Thanks for the review.

PurpleCobra247: I suppose I was a bit mean to leave two cliffhangeers in one chapter. The story is actually com ing to a close, this is the second-to-last chapter. I'm glad you're enjoying this.

Nightw2: Glad you liked the mix of humor and drama. Although I do a good job judging from the reviews I get, mixing those two together isn't easy. Glad you liked it.

acosta pérez josé ramiro: Yep, Sylvester has suffered more pain in this case than most of his others. Glad you liked Coolcat's cameo. That was the third in this story actually. About the story you suggested, I'll read it when I get the chance but thanks for suggesting it.

The counterfitters

Sylvester was cowering against the wall looking at the passage that had just been opened. He knew someone was coming but didn't know who. His mind began to panic. If someone bad knew that he was out then he would be in for some real hurt. All he could do was get ready to fight if he had to. He opened his paw and readied his sharp claws, ready to slash at whoever it was. He carefully watched the passageway. He then saw a paww reach out of the passage and get a grip on the floor. He watch with caution as a figure climbed out of the passage. Sylvester couldn't believe who he saw.

"Sylvia?" It was Sylvia. She turned around in a shock but calmed down when she saw Sylvester. She flinched a little when she saw Sylvester's chest but found the courage to walk over to him.

"Sylvester.?"

"What are you doing here Sylvia?"

"When I was walking around the farm I stumbled on this passage by accident and followed it here."

"Where was it?"

"Near where we ambushed those canaries."

"Were your owners at the farm when you left?"

"No they weren't, and I''m getting a little suspicious now."

"Oh."

"But what are you doing here anyway?"

"I think I was abducted last night." Sylvis gasped at the thought.

"What? You were kidnapped?"

"I think so."

"Do you remember anything?"

"I remember being kidnapped in the Inn that Granny was staying at. The next thing I remember was waking up in a cell room with a sore stomach and a large patch of missing fur and stitches."

"Yes, I can see. It isn't a pretty sight though." Sylvester lay down on the floor to hide the sight.

"Better?"

"I didn't say I was offended. I just said that it wasn't a pretty sight."

"Oh."

"Either way, I'd better get you out of here and back to your owner."

"Sylvia, why are you helping me?" Sylvia didn't reply. Instead, she just grabbed Sylvester's hand and began to ron. Sylvester had to run to keep up but he did notice Sylvia blushing, even though she was trying to hide her face.

In the room with all the money printing machines, Tweety and Aaooga were huddled together in one of the boxes, trying to keep out of sight. They knew someone else was in the room because of the footsteps. Whoever was in the room clearly had no idea of the canaries presence. Plucking up courage, Tweety flew up a little and peered out of the box. He saw a figure at one of the machines with a tin of paint. He was pouring the paint into the machine.

"Ok, now to refil the others." The figure said. He turned around to come and get some more paint. Tweety ducked before he was seen but was still able to catch a glimpse of the figure's face.

"Who is it?" Aaooga asked.

"It was that guy from the DIY store, Robert." Tweety replied.

"I knew there was something with him."

"Which means the Edwards are behind all of this."

"Both of them?"

"I think so."

"We have to tell Granny."

"The question is, where is she?"

"I don't know. I'll say that if we wait here, we may be discovered."

"My my, what have we here?" Came a voice from above. Tweety and Aaooga looked up and saw Robert looking down on them.

"You're those canaries that belong to that Granny aren't you?" Robert reached doown and grabbed both canaries in one hand. He squeezed them tightly, making it harder for them to breath. Aaooga started to sweat and breath heavily.

"We can't have meddlers. I'll just take you home. Sylvia ccould use a treat." At that, Aaooga had a terrifying flashback to the daay before, when she came close to death at the hands of Sylvia. This was the third time she was staring at death within two days. She wanted to scream but she didn't have enough air to because Robert was sqeezing them so tightly. Robert was staring right at them with an evil smile. Tweety then quickly had an idea. He bit Robert on the finger. Robert screamed in pain and let go of the canaries so he could suck his finger where Tweety had bitten hin. Aaooga had flown up right to his ear. Before Robert realised that she was there, Aaooga used her wolf howl right next to him. He wasn't used to the immense noise and was knocked to the floor. The force of the impact with the stones knocked him unconscious. Tweety landed on Robert's head, shortly followed by Aaooga. They then grabbed Robert's hands and moved them together on his back.

"Nice going Aaooga." Tweety complimented.

"It was you that did it" Aaooga replied.

"Huh?"

"If you hadn't bitten his finger, I wouldn't have been able to knock him out."

"True, call it a team move."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I have an idea. Help me grab a tin of paint." Tweety flew into the box they were hiding in before and found a tin of paint that was already open. Aaooga came into the box and stood next to him.

"What's your idea?"

"We use the paint to dry his hands together."

"Oh, I see." Working together, they were able to lift the tin into the air. When they were over Robert, they allowed the paint to tip out of the tin and over his back. His whole back, including his hands, were covered in paint but he still remained unconscious. Tweety and Aaooga dropped the tin on Robert's head to make sure that he was completely unconscious. The tin bounced off Robert's head and he didn't move a muscle.

"Well, that's him out."

"So what shall we do now?"

"We wait for Granny I suppose."

"What shall…" before Aaooga could finish her questin, they heard some more footsteps coming down the hall.

"Not again." Tweety moaned. They both jumped into the box nearest them and waited. Eventually, twwo more figures came into the room. Tweety bravely had a look over the top of the box and gave a sigh of relief at who he saw.

Sylvester and Sylvia were running down one of the corridors in another part of the castle. They were moving quickly as to try and get out oof the castle before they were seen together. As they were running, Sylvester began to question Sylvia's motives in his head. He was unsure why she was helping him but had his suspicions. It was true that he had feelings for her and he was beginning to wonder if she did as well. He never mentioned it aloud to anyone, not even himself. He only had thoughts about the subject. Sylvi was having similar thoughts. She had had feelings for Sylvester ever since they had met at the farm. He was the first Tom cat she'd met and, to her, was quite a handsome specimine. She was too shy to admit it and at that moment in time, wasn't concerned about it. She was more concerned about getting Sylvester out. While they were running, Sylvia was hit by a memory of the previous night.

"Sylvester."

"What is it?"

"You said that you were kidnapped last night didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"I just remembered that my owners did go up late that night. I remember waking up when I heard some noises. I looked up and saw them walking out the door. They never came back either."

"Then perhaps they were my kidnappers."

"I certinly hope not."

"What if…" Before Sylvester could finish, they ran straight into a figure standing ahead of them. The figure was knocked to the floor while Sylvester and Sylvia were knocked backwards. The figure turned around and glared at them. It was Jayne Edwards.

"So, you escaped from your cell did you. Looks like I'll have to slice your neck after all." Jayne said evilly. Sylvester gulped and held onto his neck. Jayne leant down towards Sylvester with a dagger drawn when she felt something slash at her arm. Sylvia had scratched her hand and was in a fighting pose, with all of her claws extended. Jayne glared harshly at Sylvia.

"Sylvia, that is no way to treat your owner. And you're siding with our enemy. That is why cats cannot be trusted!" Jayne leant down to kill Sylvia but Sylvester scratched her other arm. Taking he opportunity, both cats turned the other way and ran. Jayne stopped rubbing her scratch and ran after them.

Back at the room with the printing machines, Tweety was looking out of the box at the two figures that had entered the room. It was Granny with Hector. Granny walked over to the unconscious Robert and lifted his head up. As she did this, she looked around the room and examined everything. Upons eeing all the machines, she clicked that this was where the fake money was made. She then looked in the box where Tweety and Aaooga were hiding.

"Tweety!" Tweety and Aaooga flew out of the box and landed on Granny's shoulder, snuggling up to her neck. Aaooga had brought the scrap of paper that they had found with her.

"I'm so glad you two are safe!" Granny then noticed the slip of paper Aaoogaw as holding. She took it and had a closer look. After a couple of minutes of studying, she was finally able to read what it said.

"Hmm, an order of grass green paint direct from the manager, sent by Robert Edwards. So they are behind it." Tweety and Aaooga looked at each other and nodded. Granny put the slip of paper in her handbag and took another look around.

"Any sign of Sylvester?" Granny asked Tweety. Both of them shookk their heads. Granny showed a concerned look on her face.

"Oh dear, I hope he's alright."

"Not often she worries about puddy." Tweety muttered under his breath.

"Come on boys, we have a cat to find." Everyone left the room, closing the door behind them. Granny pulled out a padlock from her handbag and used it to lock the door so Robert couldn't escape. The group then rushed off to search the castle for Sylvester.

Sylvester and Sylvia had been cornered into another room in the castle. the room was a very small room with virtually nothing inside. Jayne was blocking the entrance tto prevent Sylvester and Sylvia escaping. The only thing they could do was fight. They both readied their claws and prepared to make Jayne's victory a costly one. Jayne closed in on them, with her dagger ready, and prepared to slash at them.

"Sylvia, I'm going to give you a chance. If you attack that cat, I'll spare your life." Jayne said. Sylvia didn't answer. She just lookked between Sylvester and Jayne. She realised now that she had gotten on the wrong side of her owner, something which she did not want to do. But it was to save the one she secretly loved. She didn't want to hurt either of them but had to decide now. It was relatively easy for her to make up her mind. She readied her claw and leapt at Jayne, scratching her in the chest and retreating back. Jayne screamed in pain for a brief moment before she walked even closer to the two cats.

"So, you betray me. Very well, you shall die." Nobody heard Granny and the others coming up from behind them. Tweety and Aaooga were going ahead of them. They reached Jayne first and saw that she was corneriinngSylvester and Sylvia. Sylvester saw Tweety and Aaooga and his eyes bulged. He hadn't realised that Sylvia was clinging onto his body and that he was holding onto her. The sight made Tweety giggle a little.

"I taught I taw a couple of lovestruck puddy Tats." Tweety muttered.

"You did, and they're in trouble." Aaooga replied. She used her wolf howl and gave ayne a nasty surprise. Jayne jumped to the roof of the room and fell back down to the floor. She hit a weak point on the floor and it collapsed under her. When she recovvered, she found herself in a pitch black room. She dug around her pocket and found a box of matches. She lit one of tthem and had a look around. The room was full of boxes of Dynamite.

"Yipe." Jayne squeaked. All the dynamite exploded, sending her flying upwards and into the room above. Granny caught her when she came falling back down and restrained her.

"Ohh, chargrilled counterfitter." Tweety remarked. Aaooga burst out laughing at Tweety's joke..

"So you were the counterfitters all along." Granny snapped. Jayne just moaned a little and fell unconscious.

A/N: Ok, one more chapter to go. I hope you enjoyed that and I apologise for the lack of humor. Please review.