Devil's Bayou

[The scene opens with a shot of the evening sky as the sun is shown going down over the West side of the island. It then cuts to a street covered in shadows, all seeming relatively quiet at first…until a can is kicked onto the scene, the shot revealing a pair of red legs walking down the street, with a crackling beat fitted to a gangster following a pan up to reveal Katz. The feline silently makes his way, looking over the rustic and dirty buildings lined on either side of the street, the ground littered with spots of water, oil, and dust, the occasional creak or moan coming from the alley. In the distance, a building with a large sign of a demon glowing up appears as the feline moves closer to it. The sign above it reads "Devil's Bayou". Before entering the facility, Katz looks from right to left, not seeing anyone following him. With that affirmation in mind, he enters the building to find a glowing orange light shining from within, revealing a club of sorts with other patrons sitting down at either tables or the bar. A stage is set up for karaoke and even a poker table for anyone wanting to gamble]

Le Quack: [whistles] Par ici, chat aveugle!

[Katz looks to his right to notice Le Quack sitting on the far right. He walks up to the table where he passes several others; Chrysalis, Zira, Scar, Shere Khan, and Sombra sitting at a booth, Wolf, Leon, and Panther sitting at the table next to them, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed sitting at the table right to the space pilots, Prince John, Pamela, Wile Coyote, Witch Hazel, B'rer Fox, and B'rer Bear sitting by the bar, Jafar, Cruella, Winifred Sanderson, Fat Cat, Cat R. Waul, and Professor Padraic Ratigan engaged in a round at the poker table before sitting by the French avian]

Le Quack: I was starting to think your lazy bum wasn't going to show up.

Katz: It's not as much of me being lazy as it was picking pine needles out of my fur.

Le Quack: Hmmhmmhmm, I wonder how that happened.

Katz: Perhaps I should bring up how you were complaining just last week about tar in your feathers.

Le Quack: [splutters] That was under direction circumstances!

Katz: Oh, yes, I'm sure it was…

Le Quack: Hmph, and I take it you've had better luck?

Katz: Actually, I have, I recently acquired a little gift from an associate of mine.

Le Quack: So are we talking actual associate or code for "I stole it from someone"?

Katz: Hmmm, the latter.

Le Quack: Hohoho, dirty.

Katz: I've found quite a bit of use from it…[pulls out a red-stained horseshoe]

Le Quack: A horseshoe? I would not expect you of all people to fall for such superstitious dribble.

Katz: As unprecedented as it might appear, I've acquired a number of successful targets as a result.

Le Quack: Would any of them involve a certain small, insignificant, probably not worth bringing up nuisance?

Katz: Let's just say I've had more luck than previous attempts, how does tying the boy under a bridge while gagged sound?

Le Quack: Sounds like a rest cure, maybe zis thing has more merit than I perceived.

Katz: So else is joining us for this trainwreck?
Le Quack: Ze Cajun Fox told me he would make some kind of appearance, a little vague on ze details.

Katz: Hmm, knowing him, he's planning some big surprise of sorts, wouldn't surprise me if he came in skates with a…[looks to his left and facepalms]...oh, no, he didn't…

Le Quack: Qu'est-ce que c'est? [looks in Katz's direction] Oh…

[The shot cuts to Cajun on roller skates going backwards with a tray in hand, dropping off a basket of wings to the Star Wolf trio, then running back with glasses of wine for the table sitting Queen Beryl and Queen Nehellenia before he proceeds to the same with Grimhilde and Lady Tremaine]

Cajun: I'm hot, spicy, and know how ta' move it. [looks over at Katz and Le Quack's table] Well, well, well, if it ain't ma' brothers in crime.

Katz: You finished making a spectacle of yourself?

Cajun: Nah, man, this gig pays well, all I gotta do is be a' service, with a lil of ma own pizazz.

Katz: [sweatdrops] You have no shame, do you?

Cajun: What shame is there when ya' pull off bein' a waiter in style? Anythin' ya'll would like ta' eat or drink?

Le Quack: Ze finest wine you have in store; Chambertin Grand Cru.

Katz: I suppose the best set of champagne you've got; Moët & Chandon.

Cajun: Be right back with ya' in a sec. [rolls back in between two of the Spectre Sisters] Oh, watch yourselves there.

[Koan and Berthier glance at the fox before heading back to serving their respective tables; their other sisters; Petz and Calaveras serving two other tables, one seating Si and Am, the other seating Mary Sanderson and Sandra Sanderson, with their sister Winifred having sat down next to them]

Le Quack: He looks good in skates, no?

Katz: Shut up. Back to what I was saying, I've got certain plans in store for an expansion of my enterprise, namely in how I plan to make more of my hidden desires become a reality.

Le Quack: Would these happen to include certain benefits when it comes to "dealing with clients"?

Katz: Indeed it does, for one thing, I've noticed that it's not really fun when you're just doing it for pain, there needs to be more…pleasure in such affairs, makes recurring targets more likely to come back for more…well, unless I get to them first.

Cajun: Ooooooh, has the stoic cat man been talkin' torture, allow me to join in on the conversation.

[Cajun sets down the two men's drinks and sits at the other end of the table]

Katz: Don't you have a shift that need attention?

Cajun: Aaaaah, my crew's got it covered, the girls can cova' for me, there's four of 'em, Koan [a shot of the violet-haired woman with violet stripes down a pink outfit serving Buster and Steele fresh steaming steaks], Berthier, or Bertie as I like to call her [a shot of the woman with blueish white hair and a skimpy outfit to match pushing two mugs towards Don Karnage and Captain Hook], Calaveras [a shot of the brunette woman donning a yellow and red skirt taking the orders of Roscoe and DeSoto], and Petz [a shot of the green haired woman with matching dress and black stocking guiding Jenner, Mechanikat, and Isis to the stand to cash in their chips]

Katz: I suppose this place has a rather freelance manner of service. [begins to take a drink of his champagne]

Cajun: Phew, I could use a drink, good thing I got myself a free mug a' water. [begins to drip when he notices something peculiar in his glass] Hmm? [dips his sunglasses down to inspect, only to jump at the appearance of a familiar face] YIP!
Le Quack: Qu'est-ce que c'est?

[At that moment, the Queen of the Black Puddle rises out from Cajun's drink with her usual teasing grin]

Black Puddle: What have I missed? Besides the obvious?

Cajun: Dang, Queenie, ya' don't have ta' scare a man like that!
Black Puddle: I find it fun…besides, I can be more scary if you want me to be…

Katz: [nonchalantly looks to the other side] I think what we've got will be necessary…

Black Puddle: By the way, I have news to share, I think it'll be of interest to you.

Cajun: Alright then, what's the gossip, girl?

Black Puddle: I've been spying on the South Side, it's a place of despair and degradation…perfect for those living there to strike when least expected…

Le Quack: You mean zat weird gang of misfits, what is so intimidating about zem? All talk, but no walk.

Black Puddle: This one is different, you know when something hits where it hurts the most, that is what's afoot in the near future. I can ensure my own safety, not so much for the rest of you.

Katz: Leaving out to dry based on vague assumptions, that's typical of you, isn't it?

Black Puddle: Guilty as charged.

[Katz looks over at the Trix; Icy, Stormy, and Darcy walking up on the stage to perform]

Katz: I suppose we'll be treated to some live entertainment, so long as they're in tune.

Cajun: Man, you gotta be cynical all the time, don'tchu, I know these girls, they can carry a tune.

[Icy taps on the microphone before signaling to Stormy and Darcy]

Icy: Welcome all to the night

When you're sure to get a fright

Stormy: From us, you'll get a trick and not a treat

It may sound really sappy

Darcy: But it makes us really happy

To scare you - so boo to you and you!

Icy: No, we're not being mean

It's just part of our routine

Stormy: We'll scare you and we'll spook you just for fun

When the moon rises

Darcy: Beware of our surprises-

The fun thing we do to scare you - boo!

Ahahahaha!

Trix: It's good to be bad

It's good to be bad

And laugh about the very scary fun that we've had

Cause a chill - what a thrill!

Yes, you know that we will

So prepare to be scared

It's just part of the drill

Yes, it's true, yelling "Boo!" is the thing that we do

And, to you, we confess

It's the one we do best

It's good to be bad

It's good to be bad

It's fun to be the one to make the good guys so mad

Cast a spell! Scream and yell!

And it suits us so well

For the fun that we've had

Yes, it's good to be bad!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah to us!

Ahahahaha!

[The patrons either give a clap or cheer, Blue Saphir whistles from the table seating him, Prince Demande, Green Esmeraude, and Crimson Rubeus, Wolfrun does the same from the table sitting him, Kaolinite, Honest John, and Gideon]

[While the performance goes on, the quartet continue to talk through its duration]

Katz: I suppose it isn't the worst tune to hear.

Le Quack: Je suis d'accord, though I would work on ze choreography.

Katz: Like they should take dancing tips from you, I've seen the way you move.

Le Quack: Oh, and you don't copy?

Cajun: Oooooooh, what's this I'm hearin'?

Katz: [looks away] Nothing that concerns you…

[At that moment, Katz catches a glimpse of a familiar raven-haired girl standing in the corner, seeming to look in his direction as she turns]

Katz: What on Earth…?

Cajun: Whatchu lookin' at, boo?

Katz: Nothing, it was just a girl. She was right-[looks to see the girl having disappeared from the spot]-over there…ah, who cares?

Cajun: Oooooooh, the big mean kitty's seein' random girls, I thought I was the only one who was crazy.

Katz, Le Quack, and Black Puddle: You are.

Cajun: Oh, yeah, that's right, ya'll should see the kinda' stuff I got added to the menu.

Le Quack: I can only imagine le pain of all of those poor tongues.

Cajun: Sha, I feel like I don't get enough credit fo' adding a bit a' spice in ya' lives.

Black Puddle: Maybe because there's a thing called "too much spice."

Cajun: Well, the patrons seem to suggest otherwise, if you look at Exhibit A. [points to the Star Wolf trio]

Katz: Pirates, what do you expect, they'll eat anything that appears edible. In fact, I can point it out, pirate there, [points at Don Karnage pulling a wing clear off with his teeth], pirate in some context there. [points at Gideon popping three bits into his mouth, much to Honest John's amusement]

Cajun: I've seen you eat ma' food, does that make you a pirate by default?

Katz: What, no, I meant-

Cajun: I knew it; he's searchin' for buried boo-[feels himself kicked under the table]-OW!

Katz: Do not tempt me.

Cajun: You know you love me.

Katz: Idiot.

Cajun: Why, thank you.

Le Quack: Hohoho, you two are a disaster together, it is pure entertainment.

[The patrons either give a clap or cheer, signaling the end of the Trix's performance. Blue Saphir whistles from the table seating him, Prince Demande, Green Esmeraude, and Crimson Rubeus. The scene cuts back to the quartet]

Katz: Personally, I don't believe that the gossip is worth all this trouble, I reckon that whatever these superstitions are comprised of a measly few peasants. The kind that shoot off firecrackers behind the school building.

Cajun: You sound pretty confident with yo' assessment.

Katz: Because I simply don't believe in the extent of the drama, even if I was caught in the middle of it, I'd handle myself with dignity as always.

Le Quack: Le dignity that you always put on, even when defeated.

Katz: As if you walk away any less unscathed.

Le Quack: Oh, tais-toi, crétin arrogant.

Black Puddle: Good to see you boys getting along so well, makes me wish I could see more of it.
Katz: Your sense of humor precedes you.

Cajun: So, what are ya'lls plans after this?
Le Quack: I need to get back to counting my inventory, tis a fresh stack from another successful heist, hohoho. [strokes his mustache]

Black Puddle: Food on the surface is such a drag, so I'll be heading back down for a proper meal.

Katz: Aaaaaaand that's my cue to leave.

Cajun: I'll join you.

Katz: Don't you have…you know what, I can't be bothered to question anymore of this.

Cajun: Hehe, you are one cynical cat, aren't you?

[The scene cuts to outside of the building where Le Quack and Black Puddle are shown leaving, followed by Katz and Cajun, the latter coming up behind the former with a spring in his step. As they walk along, something shifts from behind them. Cajun takes no notice of it, but Katz's left ear flicks at the sound. He stops as if to make sure they aren't being followed]

Cajun: What's got you all riled up?

Katz: Huh? I just thought I heard…never mind, I've had too much to drink, I need to lie down…

[Unbeknowst to Katz and Cajun as they continue to walk under the rail bridge, a silhouetted figure appears from the alley, the light casting over them to reveal Homura staring intently at the departing feline and vulpine]

The End