I do not own Arthur

Ed Crosswire staggered into his office and sat down. He put his coffee mug that was filled with his morning whiskey down and let out a sigh. He had been losing business, there were several complaints about the cars having watered down gas and cheaply put together car parts that caused many accidents.

"Ed." His assistant called walking into the office.

"Yes." he said slow and gloomy.

"There's two men hear to see you by the name of Daryl and Buck."

"Okay, send him in."

In a few seconds two young, tall men walked in. They both were bears and the both were about 24 years old. 6'4 and around 260 all in muscle. The two tall men walked up to Ed.

"Are you Ed Crosswire?"

"Yyes." He answered.

The two men both reached into there suit pocket's, making Ed cringe a little, but they each pulled out an envelope and handed it to Ed.

"We are representing Jeffery Smith and Chris Clark, there suing you for one million each." Buck spoke up

"What, why?"

"Well, my client Jeffery Smith bought a car from here and three days later got into a horrible accident." Daryl replied

Then Buck spoke again. "Same with my client, we checked the parts of the car and it turns out that parts of the car where from other cars that where reported stolen."

"Listen when I get the parts I don't check them I just apply them."

"And that's why two men almost lost there lives."

Your due in court December 15, 2005. "Read the paper, that tells you everything you need to know." Buck said him and Daryl walking out the door.

Ed opened both envelopes, let out a sigh, and took a few minutes to read the two papers.

The day had ended and Ed was on his way home.

While stopping at a light, he pulled out his Boost Mobile cell phone, and called his best friend and lawyer Lois Booth.

"Hi, Lou."

"Hey Ed A deep voice answered."

"We've got trouble."

"What is it?"

"Those lemons we sold, someone, two people got into accidents, I'm being sued."

"How much are you being sued for?"

"Two million, by the way close all the chop shops in town."

"Why?"

"Just in case the cops want to check them out."

"Listen Ed come to my house on Saturday we'll talk about everything then."

"Alright." Ed said hanging up the phone.

Ed tryed to put the phone in his pocket, but dropped it on the floor, stupidly he reached for it not taking his eyes off the road.

For a second he looked at the phone and picked it up.

When he sat up he saw his car about to slam into someone else's.

Ed swerved and missed, but unluckily he crashed into a parked car on that street. He felt the metal crunch and bend, he heard the glass shatter and saw the glass fly in every direction. Several shards hitting him in the face. Ed covered his face as this happened.

Ed was in pain, but had to get out of that car.

Ed used all the strength he had and kicked the door open, and dashed out. He went back and grabbed his brief case and continued to run.

Stopping once again to look at the two beautiful cars and the damage done. The owner of the car noticed the accident and Ed fleeing the scene.

"Hey." the Cat faced man called.

Ed's face was to bloody to be know and his car's license plat was badly smashed, so Ed was had got away or did he.