Deputy Skids had a bit of an idea where things would likely be based on the footage Brownie had retrieved. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it would help to know the work would be shared by several other Rangers to sniff out the area. The two green Toons had started in a somewhat lit hallway that eventually led to a large chemical lab. It looked a lot like the one Brownie had infiltrated except without all of heavy machinery for production. Vials, beakers, and chemicals littered the room. "Looks pretty dangerous in here. I feel like we should be wearing protection." Skids lamented, pulling out a pair of sunglasses. "This should do it."

"Eh, nothing can stop me now. I'm going to capture every criminal in here and rip their arms off! Then I'll use them to beat them until they tell us where Jack is!" Sprout was getting overly-excited again and had to be calmed down with a hand-on-the-shoulder from her superior.

"Let's worry about ripping arms off after we've made some arrests. Pretty sure we'd also get in trouble for that. Do you have your net with you?" The lime green dog asked quietly.

Reaching into her pocket, the crocodile whipped out a large fishing net. "Wouldn't leave without it. After being stuck in that bag, I realized how annoying it is to be stuck in something. I'm sure this will really annoy them! Just gotta scoop up some criminals and drop them off in the squad car!" Swinging around the large tool ferociously, Sprout almost knocked Skids off of his feet before accidentally swiping a bunch of glassware on a counter, knocking it to the floor. A loud crashing sound emanated as the two Toons cringed noticeably hoping that the sound wouldn't be caught by someone else.

"Be careful! We're not supposed to be noticed in here!" Skids whisper-yelled at his companion.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to!" Sprout quickly stuffed the humongous net back into her never-ending sized pocket. "Wait, I think I smell someone coming! Hide!"

Sure enough footsteps became more audibly noticed and the sound of a door opening alerted the pair to hide. Skids ducked behind a large cabinet while Sprout was able to squeeze between a refrigerator and a wall, somehow. "What the Hell is going on in here?" Skids could only make out the vague figure of what appeared to be a somewhat large Toon. They looked like a bear, but he wasn't sure. It was a deep, but feminine voice.

Seconds later however, another figure entered the green dog's peripheral vision. A green blur, a rush of energy that could only be one Toon. "Damn it Brussel! He growl-whispered to himself."

"Remember me, punk?" Sprout yelled at the other Toon. Once those words left the crocodile's mouth, Skids knew that something was up. Squeezing himself out from his contained area and his question was answered as he was nearly face to face with their number two most wanted criminal – Molly. Skids didn't really know much else about her, but she was the one who seemed to be in charge of everything that they had evidence on, and she would likely be a good witness against Jack.

"You stupid croc… I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Molly turned and saw Skids who was standing in a defensive position. "Looks like you brought a friend. Cute! I am not in the mood to deal with you two, so I guess I'll just have to kill you!" Brandishing a long knife from her pocket, the bear crouched slightly and waved it back and forth between the two green Rangers.

Deputy, the most stable of the three at the moment, spoke firmly. He had been in these types of situations many times and had managed to walk away alive every time. "Put the knife down. We're not here to fight. You're not our enemy. We're here for Jack. Things are over here. You can cooperate and better the world or go down with your loser of a boss. You think he would do the same thing for you? Stop defending that scumbag." Skids spoke in a calm, confident voice. Even he was surprised he had gotten to a point in his life where he was able to do so without peeing his pants.

Brussel wasn't as diplomatic about things. "A cell or a coffin, buddy. Make your choice!"

"Ha, like you could ever stop me!" Molly went after her perceived threat first, lunging towards Skids and swiping her knife, narrowly slicing his shirt. "Look at you, talking all big. You're suuuuch a good Toon! What a hero! You're no better than me. I don't care about Jack, but I know he is my pathway to riches. I'll leave him in a ditch when the time comes. Maybe you can talk to him then. Well if you weren't dead after all!"

The room that everything was happening in seemed quite a bit smaller when you were avoiding knife jabs. Deputy didn't generally have anything to defend himself with. As he jumped back, he reached his arm behind him and grabbed what he could and tossed it at the Bear. Even his best efforts were futile as glassware, and other miscellaneous objects just bounced off the burly attacker. "Sprout, mind helping me out here?"

Sprout had been paralyzed by fear when she saw Skids actually get attacked. It was one thing to see the knife, but she didn't think anybody would actually use it. Shaking herself free, she frantically thought of what to do. Skids was dodging death, but was running out of room. She'd have to act fast. Revving her arms in a sprout-like manner, she begin humming and steaming with anger. "C'mon Brussel! You can do this!" She said to herself. Finally an idea popped into her head. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew the same net that had ultimately caused this situation to happen. "I'm gonna catch me a Bearacuda!" She yelled. Like a pinball being shot into the machine, the green crocodile launched herself forward with the net above her head. Crashing down above her enemy, the large net soon snared the purple creature in its grasps. "Ha! Doesn't feel so good to be on the other end of things, does it Miss Molly!"

"Good job, Sprout! That's thinking smart!" Skids breathed heavily, allowing himself to relax momentarily before his panic rose again as the tactical bear simply cut through the small ropes and exited her temporary prison. "Er, got anything else?"

"Um, um…" Sprout backed up as Molly turned her attention to the young crocodile. "Help!" Molly began swinging wildly, almost without any true intention other than to inflict damage on anybody who came into contact. The crocodile used the handle of the net as a type of shield, blunting swipes with its wooden edge. Narrowly avoiding having her exposed fingers stabbed. "Do something, Skids!"

Inspired by the crocodile's intuition, Deputy removed his own net. Mouthing to his co-Ranger to keep the bear distracted. "I got this…" he managed to let out.

"You know, I've never eaten a Toon before, but I know some fish who will happily take you!" Molly changed her tactics, jumping back and then charging forward. Leaping in the air, Molly had her knife ready to plunge down directly into Sprout's skull who could only stand there wide-eyed and unsure of what to do.

Before she could feel the terrible pain of sharp metal in her skull, Sprout watched as Molly was ripped backwards by a large net which had caught her over the head. Slamming to the ground, the bear was temporarily disarmed as the knife dropped from her hand. "Quick get the knife!" Skids yelled to the crocodile who hastily acted, sliding, and kicking the weapon out of her foe's reach. "Good lord, that was close!"

Molly rubbed her head which has crashed to the ground. "Urgh!" Pulling the net off her head, she managed to lumber upwards and began to rumble through the lab, running past Sprout. "She's getting away!" The two began chasing after the large mammal who was faster than they expected. Through a winding hallway and up a large staircase they chased until they were in a large room which appeared like a typical meeting room. Skids and Sprout were not prepared for what they saw. At least a dozen other Toons, likely Jack's minions, sat scattered around the room, all making a theoretical wall around Molly who crossed her arms and sneered at the two Rangers. "You thought that you would just wander in here and mess with me? You could never outsmart me, you idiots. I am Molly, the greatest dealer in the world!

Quickly being circled, Skids and Sprout looked at each other as the small mob entrapped them. Some wielding different weapons; knives, baseball bats, etc. "Ugh, what do we do now, Skids?"

"I guess we fight and hope for a miracle…" Skids tried to stay confident to not scare the younger crocodile. "I still have my net… Do you have anything?"

"Did someone call for a miracle?" A somewhat squeaky voice chimed from an open window. Everybody looked over towards the opening confused and there was nobody there.

Molly walked over and investigated. "Who said that?" The bear screamed, poking her head out. Like a flash of lightning, a deer came flying in on a makeshift rope-swing, barreling into Molly and knocking her backwards. Shortly after, another Toon, a green monkey followed suit.

"Oh my cog! Its Spai and Flabblegoof!" Sprout exclaimed, feeling a sense of relief. From another door on the side, a crunching sound occurred as a wooden door was kicked open. A short brown mouse and a pink pig joined the other Rangers in the room, helping to balance out the numbers. "Brownie? Ripley? This is incredible!"

"Eh, not really. We were scaling down the building and saw everyone in here. We were able to get in touch with Brownie and Ripley and told them to meet us up here. You two didn't respond so we figured you were busy. Looks like everyone made it!" A brown deer gave a thumbs up. "Never did anything like that, it was kind of scary!"

An orange pig wearing a leather jacket was the first to break the standstill and charged towards Ranger Flabblegoof with a crowbar but was quickly disarmed with an expertly placed kick to the stomach. This set off the chaos in the room as the fighting began. It was still thirteen vs six, but it felt more balanced for the overwhelmed Rangers. Using their more advanced technology and fishing nets, the Toons began expertly warding off and handcuffing when possible.

Brownie who had ended up back to back with Sprout, biting and punching all opposition wildly. "Good to see ya, Sprout. Don't worry I won't let anything bad happen!" The mouse stated seriously, the first time the crocodile could recall hearing such a tone from her coworker.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Akinari that you rescued me or whatever makes you sound the best!" Sprout ducked as a bat came swinging in her direction, swiping her leg and knocking over the attacker.

"Ha, like I need anybody to embellish my record!" Brownie leapt backwards and handcuffed the criminal before heading over to help Deputy who was trying to wrestle with a fat white bunny on top of a table. "Gotta save Skiddo! Be careful!"

Ranger Spai and Ripley proved to be quite vital as their advanced technology was easily disarming any opponents. The deer had pulled out what she called a "zapper" which would send a light shock to her enemy, causing temporarily paralysis. She had used it to prevent an otherwise dangerous dog from landing a fork in her friend's neck. "Geez, these guys are ruthless!"

"Tell me about it! Figures Lowden would sit this one out…" Ripley complained.

The chaos ensued until ten of the evil-doers were under control. One had jumped out of the window to try and escape but was immediately caught by the remaining Rangers who had been doing guard duty. Molly, and a short orange monkey were the only two remaining. The chimp hissed and looked to the other. "I'm not dying for anybody. I go where the money is. Tell your boss if he doesn't pay up, I'll kill him!" Throwing down a smoke ball, the air soon cleared and only Molly remained.

"Ninja you mother…" Molly whispered before she was quickly overwhelmed and apprehended. Even with her mighty power, she was no match for six Toons who subdued her. Once handcuffed, she was sat down along the other criminals as Skids gave commands to his comrades.

"Okay, I want everybody to start taking these low-level scumbags down to the van. We should have a second one on the way so fit everybody. Rangers Spai and Ripley, why don't you two go in car one? Flabblegoof, you and Sprout take car two. Need to make sure everybody is properly guarded. Brownie, I want you to help me with this interrogation, we're keeping Molly here.

The disdain in the bear's eyes when she recognized Brownie could have killed a pond of fish. "Should have known you were a liar! Just know that I will remember you. Whatever happens to me will be your own terrible death, rat. You're a dirty rat…"

Brownie grinned smugly and winked. "Eh, don't worry about me. I'm sure I'll be fine. Just know though if you ever try and touch Akinari... well it won't end well for you! So just keep digging that hole. We're going to be here for a while it sounds like though!"

Once everybody else had been cleared out, the three remaining Toons were Deputy, Brownie, and Molly. "Kind of nostalgic all being together again… You're not so scary without your weapons or your little minions." Deputy walked around the makeshift interrogation table they had made. "So, you're basically screwed. You're going to get the book thrown at you. I'm gonna guess you're going to sit here and act tough, tell us why you can't betray the clan, blah blah blah. So, let's skip passed all of that. We're going to catch Jack, and when we do we're going to make sure you're both thrown together in jail for a long time. You'll be stuck with that sadistic beast for the rest of your life. Sounds pretty miserable."

"Yeah, I mean, I'm sure there could be some kind of deal swung to maybe make things a bit more tolerable. Maybe you talk, maybe you walk? I don't know what I'm saying, I'm just a dumb mouse after all. Probably wish you could cut my tongue out right about now…" Brownie began mocking the bear, frustrating her until she slammed her enormous fists down on the table.

"I'd never squeal. I'm no rat, unlike you! I'm not saying anything. You don't have anything on me."

Skids almost burst into laughter. "Nothing? Man, you tried to kill me and my partner. We have you on video with drugs, threatening to cut his tongue out, and a million other things. I don't think even you're dumb enough to believe that."

Molly squinted. "If you know I'm not going to say anything, why keep me here? Seems like you're the dumb one. I'll cut out my tongue before I say anything to you."

"Well, mostly because I was hoping you'd be smart enough to realize the deep quicksand you're in now. But I guess pride can be a tough thing to overcome. We have ten of your little lackeys and I guarantee one of them will snitch to get their freedom. Heck, I'd be surprised if most of them don't talk. We already have everything we need basically. We just need to tie everything back to Jack, and when we do, it is game over. I'll never understand sacrificing yourself for a boss who would kill you to save a dollar, but you do you. Our transportation will be ready soon enough."

"Actually, we got confirmation from Ranger Spai that one of them is already coughing up information and is willing to point the finger at Jack and Molly here. Should be pretty simple. Oh boy, do I wish I was one of the guards down at the jailhouse to witness the fighting between everybody left. I'm sure Jack isn't going to care who had his back. He's going to see everybody else at fault. Might have to stop by, bring myself some popcorn…"

Molly scrunched her face together and sighed. "House of Z's"

Deputy perked his ears up at the communication. "Eh, what was that? House of Z's? What about it?"

"Ugh, there's an abandoned building behind House of Z's. That's where Jack went. Took some cat prisoner over there and has been holding him hostage. He's been paranoid that cat is going to lead to his downfall. That's all I'm saying." Molly grunted.

"Ah, now you talk…" Brownie smiled at his friend. "Alright, well maybe we corroborate your story and maybe we knock ten years off your sentence. Maybe you'll have a chance to see your grandchildren from outside of a cell in your lifetime." Looking to Skids, he nodded. "I'll watch her until everyone else gets here. Why don't you head over there."

Deputy thrust his sunglasses on and looked to the ceiling, only hoping this would finally be the end he was looking for. "Alright, good luck Brownie. Don't be too mean to her!" Without another word, the lime green dog plopped down a teleportation hole and was off to investigate.

The Orange, The Lime, and The Lemon decided not to speak any further about the events that had just occurred. They had crossed the barrier from righteous to criminals, and yet, none of them could care enough to feel bad. They had gotten all the information they needed and were ready for their final mission. All of them knew that without a lot of luck, that they could possibly meet the same fate as that rotten fruit they had disposed. They had found out The Kumquat was being held captive in an abandoned building in Donald's Dreamland, but he was, at least according to the dog – alive. The news had brought great relief and tears from the C.U.M members who had been ravished been their frustrations so far. Planning had begun immediately. They knew wandering in with just the three of them likely wouldn't go well, they would need their patented disguises. "Hmm, maybe we could get a mafia look?" The Lemon suggested.

"I doubt that'd work. It isn't like they're cartoon villains who all dress the same. Besides, our faces would still be really recognizable. We need something a bit more… subtle?" The Lime responded, feeling dejected by his own lack of ideas.

"Or… what if we did the complete opposite?" The Orange suggested, unsure if his own ramblings were those of a mad Toon or if he was secretly a genius. Either way, it was likely going to take some out of the box thinking to get in. "What if… we went in as Jack?"

The Lime and The Lemon looked at each other flummoxed. "Wait, I'm sorry but what?" The Lemon scratched his head.

Holding his hand up, The Lime seemed to catch on to his fruit friend's idea. "Ah, I think I see what you're going for. Like, we all dress up like Jack and we like split up so if anybody sees us they don't think we're an intruder…"

"Yeah, who in their right mind would confront that lunatic?" The Orange inquired.

"Well, I guess we're those lunatics. Especially if we'd try something like that. Splitting up already seems dangerous. What if one of us dressed up as Jack and was pretending to have caught us and is bringing us in?" The Lemon whispered.

The trio all discussed the possibilities for a while. Ultimately, they had decided to go with the first idea. "Well, I doubt jack would be doing that kind of dirty work, and others might question us. Plus, our faces would still be exposed. Plus, I just think it is kind of funny to have three Jacks just running around. We can communicate and if something happens, we'll stay nearby. Maybe we have one of us go first and the other two stay behind. If something happens though we'll always have someone there?" The Orange confidently led the duo of other fruits. "We don't have time for full on re-writes, but the disguises should be pretty easy otherwise. We can paint the latex masks black, get some eyepatches… Shouldn't be too hard!

The task of turning themselves into their enemy wasn't difficult but proved tedious. After all they were intimately familiar with the hog, from his clothes to his mannerisms. They wouldn't have the voice to match his evilness, but at least they could just give an evil glare and likely scare off most low-level members of his organization. After about three hours, the preparations were complete. "So, what exactly do we do if we get attacked?" The Lime worryingly asked.

"Whatever you need to do to survive." The Orange grimly responded. "This is a rescue mission and these Toons aren't afraid to hurt or even kill you if needed. It is us vs them, and we need to rescue The Kumquat. Anything else would be a failure. I don't want anybody getting juiced either. We should be able to openly carry weapons once we get there." The chimp paused and looked around. "I don't really have much in the terms of weapons other than the blender. That isn't going to work well unless we could plug it in as we're fighting… Hmm."

The green dog aside him jumped up. "Aha, I have an idea!" Shuffling off into another room, the hound returned with the blender. "What about this?"

The Lemon looked annoyed. "Dude, he just said we wouldn't be able to use that. Were you paying attention?"

"Not the blender itself!" The dog took off the outer casing and reached inside and began gently removing the sharp blades. "I'm sure these could be used for something, right? Just attach them to a handle. It is a bit crude but should work in a pinch?"

"Now that's the kind of brilliant improvisation that I expect from you, The Lime. I guess that is better than anything that I can think of." The Orange stood up and scratched his chin. "We just need to figure out when the best time to get in there is. I mean, we don't really know when Jack is going to be there. And the worst thing that could happen is that we would run directly into him."

The Lemon tugged on his antlers and thought of different possibilities for the infiltration. "Honestly, if we're just having to go in anytime, we might as well just do it right away. You know, what happens if The Kumquat ends up getting killed because we were too slow?"

Agreeing with his brother, the green dog looked over to The Orange and nodded. "Yeah, I guess wouldn't be too good if he ended up dying with it. But what happens if something happens to us? Then we would just be in the same boat as him."

"Well, if you guys are feeling up to it, I guess we could go now. I mean, it's not like we're going to know much about it. We don't have the time to do the necessary research and in order to be able to." Sighing, the orange monkey looked over to his companions and tried to gauge their faces. "Why don't we all take a second to grab something to eat, gather our bearings and we'll head off."

Once the trio of Toons had gotten their final arrangements completed. It was time to head off to Jack's hidden office. The three were still a bit paranoid about the possibility of running into some of the Rangers that had previously worked with them just on the off chance that somebody had found out about The Rotten Mango. Fortunately, the building that they were looking for didn't. It didn't appear like it was very far from their headquarters, only about a ten minute walk. As Donald Dreamland was always in a state of perpetual nighttime. It was easy to blend into the darkness. "Guys. I really hope we don't run into Jack here. I mean, as much as I would love to be able to get revenge for everything he's done. I don't think if we run into him, there's any chance he's gonna give up where The Kumquat is." The Lemon croaked out.

"Well, I mean, I doubt he would be giving him up regardless of when we run into him. If The Kumquat is somewhere to be found, there's a good chance we're gonna find Jack there as well." His ape friend asserted. "Might as well be ready for it!"

"So how exactly do you think we should do this?" The Lime inquired of his partners. "How should we get in? Through the back or maybe we can scale the building and try going in through the roof.

The Orangutang considered the possibilities, but ultimately decided it would be best just to go through the front. "Why bother coming up with all these disguises if we're just gonna have to sneak in anyways, we might as well go through the front and just see how it goes."

The yellow deer looked at his two partners and shrugged. "How do we know that we're in the right building anyways? For all we know? That stupid Mango could have been giving us the wrong information."

"Well, if it gets to that point, we'll figure it out. For right now, we should just trust that we do have the right information and take it from there. How about I go inside first and kind of scope the place out to see if everything looks clear. I will come back and outside and let you guys know this safe if it is." The Orange responded.

"Okay well if anything looks fishy, get out and we'll get your back!" The Lime flexed his pathetic muscles and grinned underneath his terrifying looking mask.

The Orange nodded feigning confidence and walked up to the front door. Inhaling, he reached out and pulled on the door. Surprisingly, it was actually unlocked. Part of him was hoping it wouldn't be and they'd have to find another way around. Pushing through, the small fat chimp entered an ordinary looking building. It wasn't dilapidated and abandoned as the outside would lead one to believe. In fact, it was actually quite well-kept. Jack was evil, but he also was a stickler for cleanliness and professionalism. Talking into his mic, the leader spoke quietly. "Looks okay so far, I'm going to go straight down the hallway into the lobby. I see a room on the right and one on the left. One of you come in about 20 seconds and go left, then the next one a few seconds after and go right. Don't want three Jacks all together, alright?"

Trembling, The Lemon gulped and nodded. "I'll go next. The sooner I get it over with the better." Rubbing the chin of his latex mask, he squirmed. "Wait, should I be talking with a deeper, more aggressive voice? I mean, I'm supposed to be Jack, right?"

"Just don't say anything. Try and look evil. That should do it. You have your knife right? That'll scare them off if your glare doesn't." The Lime responded. The green dog watched as his brother snuck inside of the front door and disappeared from sight. Waiting nervously outside alone, the dog shifted back and forth looking around to make sure nobody was coming. Once he felt he was alone, he looked to the sky and screamed in his mind. "For The Kumquat!"