Hello there lovelies, today I'll be rewriting Top Cat Begin's entire plot because a. it feels like the Teen Titans Go! of the Top Cat franchise in terms of humor (not including Jellystone, we don't talk about Jellystone.) b. the plot jumps around more than a jackrabbit with its balls in a beartrap, c. it elaborates on jack shit about Top Cat himself and his backstory, only about how he met the rest of the gang. Even then it does it pretty lazily, like c'mon, Choo Choo, Fancy-Fancy and Brain all just worked at a circus together? *AHEM* Anyways, uh, and d. Begins completely contradicted the show with the way T.C. met Benny. So I'm gonna fix that with this fanfiction.
Anyways, without further ado, Top Cat: Origins.
The golden kitten peeked behind an alley wall, gazing hungrily at the hotdog cart an old man next to a fence was selling from. His stomach growled ravenously. He winced from the hunger pangs. When was the last time he had eaten? Ah, it wouldn't matter much if he could just snag a few hotdogs from the cart. He would pay for them like an honest cat if he and his family weren't so dirt poor. He took a deep breath. He turned to a smaller, younger kitten with a slightly paler coat. "Stay here, Maggy, I'm gonna get us some food. Don't let anyone see you, Bibzie, or Houston." Maggy nodded quietly, turned to the smallest kittens with orange pelts, and shushed them.
The eldest kitten slank towards the hot dog cart, making sure the old man was looking away from him. He quickly opened the hot dog cart and snatched one of the trays. He then bolted back to the alley. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough, and the old man saw him.
"Stop! Theif! Police! Stop him!" The old man yelled at a nearby mustachioed policeman, who started to chase after the kitten.
"Halt! Halt! Halt in the name of of the law!" The policemen shouted before blowing his whistle.
The kitten's ears flattened at the sound of the whistle. "Shit." He ducked around the corner of the alley.
Bibzie, the orange kitten with a red bow gasped when she saw the hotdogs. The other orange kitten, Houston, exclaimed with joy. "Didja finally get us some food, Tear?"
"Yeah I did, but Muldoon doesn't think we should have it, cheez-it guys!" Tear shooed his siblings out of the alley, just as Muldoon turned the corner.
"I'll get you Crawfords if it's the last thing I do!" Officer Muldoon threatened as the kittens scurried underneath a chain-link fence to the junkyard.
After some scurrying among the scrap, Maggy pulled a large piece of sheet metal off of a small shed. "Dad! We're home!" she shouted as she went inside.
"And Tear found food!" Bibzie smiled widely as Tear walked into the shed. He placed the tray of hotdogs in front of his father.
Isaac stared the hotdogs. He then looked up at Tear from his chair. "Terrence..."
Tear's ears flopped down to the sides of his head. "Yeah, dad?"
"Where didja find these hotdogs? And be honest with me, I can tell when you're fibbing." The old and gold cat who shared a striking resemblance with his eldest son placed his cane across his legs.
"... I took them from an old man's hotdog stand." Tear looked at the floor.
Isaac sighed. "Terrence, I know you're better than this. I'm sure if ya had just asked the old man he would've given ya the hotdogs."
Tear scoffed. "Yeah sure, because people in New York City are just so generous to feed junkyard cats like us." He said sarcastically as he crossed his arms and looked at a wall.
"Well, people can suprise you."
"Yeah, suprise us with a trip to the pound and a lovely flea collar to go with it."
Isaac sighed again. He used his cane to stand up and look his eldest son in the eyes. "What would ya mother say if she saw ya stealing from that old man?"
Tear said nothing, and refused to look at his father.
"She'd be dissapointed in ya. She knew your potential, with a mind as strong as yours and a wit that's quick as a shot. She'd never thought ya'd resort to stealing."
"Well, maybe I had t' resort to it because it was my last resort! D'ya ever think a that?" Tear snapped.
Isaac chuckled. "Oh Terrence, stealing is far from ya last resort." He turned to Maggy. "Magnolia, distribute the hotdogs evenly amongst ya siblings, and save some for Terrence and I. We'll be going out for a bit." Isaac limped out the door, and motioned for Tear to come with.
"Where are we even goin'?" Tear questioned as he helped his dad traverse the junkyard.
"We're goin' to show how ya can easily get food, money, and basically whatever ya need without stealin'." Tear pulled apart the loose chain-link from the fence post it was attached to to make way for his dad. "Now Terrence, let me ask you, what am I?" Isaac motioned to himself.
"A junkyard cat?"
"Sure, but specify."
"A golden junkyard cat with a busted leg?"
"Close enough. I'm a poor, homeless, crippled widower cat with 4 starving kittens, and no source of income due to my debilitating disability." He stated in a pleading tone as he draped his paw across his forehead dramatically. "Pathetic, right?" He dropped the tone and looked at his son with a grin.
"I'd say so, yeah."
Isaac snapped his fingers. "And that's what the humans will think. They'll see a trying father cat that's unable to work, and feel guilty that they haven't helped me yet. And they'll help by giving me money or food."
He stood on a busy corner, and shooed Tear to hide around it. Isaac took his porkpie hat off of his head, and looked as pathetic as he could. He hunched over on his cane, and let his eyelids come down to half of his eyes to look as tired as possible. He quivered his bad leg to really sell it. He put his hat out in front of him, to collect any spare change that people might drop for him.
"Please ma'am, spare change? I've got 4 hungry kittens to feed with no mama to help feed them." He shook his hat at a young woman.
She looked down at Isaac, and his sad display. Oh, and he's crippled too? Poor thing. She thought as she opened her purse, took out a dollar, and placed it in the cat's hat.
"Bless you, ma'am." The old cat nodded his head at the young woman as she waved and marched away.
Similar encounters between Isaac and other citizens occured over the course of about 15 minutes, with Tear watching and observing the entire time. After a bit, Isaac limped back over to Tear with a hat full of money. "Y'see Terrence? Always take advantage of ya situation.
No matter how effed ya are, ya can always evaluate the situation and figure out a way t' twist it for ya own gain." He handed the hat to Tear to safely put the money in the pockets of his maroon vest.
"Hmm. I'unno dad, making myself sad t' look at so that people will feel pity for me just seems... Humiliating."
"Ah, I had a feelin' that begging's not really your thing, but keep in mind that what I'm about t' suggest could get you in some trouble, but not if you're smart, which ya are." Isaac motioned for Tear to lean in closer, and whispered into his ear.
Tear's ears perked up at the new plan. "Now that seems more like my style!" He grinned mischievously.
"Now remember Terrence, s'not stealin' if they just give it to ya!" Isaac winked, and Tear winked back.
"Let's head to the park, there's always plenty a suckas there." Tear headed for the park, making sure his father wasn't being left behind.