Noah's sight came back to place where he heard voices and laughing.

"He's waking up," said a familiar, old voice.

When Noah's sight came clear he found himself in the presence of John Fury. Behind him being Patsy and Brent Stripes.

"Welcome home, my dear! We are so happy to see you standing on your feet."

"Why did you take me back?" cried Noah. "Let me go! Please let me go!"

"You're better off here, Noah," said Fury coldly. "You will understand in time."

Alex appeared beside him holding some files.

"You won't be need these."

"NO!" screamed Noah as Alex threw them into the fire. "PLEASE! THEY ARE FOR CHIEF BOGO! THEY WILL THINK I STOLE THEM!"

"Exactly," said Fury as he held the cub back so he would not rescue them.

"PATSY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND! YOU TOO, SKIPS!"

The other foxes were just laughing at his reaction. Noah bit Fury's paw and charged for the door and ran downstairs. "HELP! HELP! CALL THE ZPD! CALL THE COPS! PLEASE!"

Alex charged after him. Brent was about to follow when Patsy shut the door and stood in front of it.

"I won't have you clawing the kid, Brent! You're too rough!"

"He'll be back when the other grabs him!" said Brent furiously. "I will give him the clawing of his life when he returns!"

"Let me do the same," said Fury as he clutched his bitten paw.

Noah dashed through the abandoned streets, scared and desperate. Just as he thought he has escaped from them, Alex jumped in his path and grabbed him tight.

"Next time we'll make you you're on a leash before hiking time."

Soon, Alex returned clutching Noah who was struggling to escape.

"So," said Fury angrily. "We take you in, we feed you, give you a job to do and you repay us with threatening to have us arrested?!"

"You tried teaching me to steal!" said Noah rather bravely. "Stealing is no job! It's a hustle!"

Fury picked up Noah, put him on his knee and smacked him mercilessly, the cub screaming in pain.

"STOP IT!"

Patsy grabbed Noah, paced him gently on the ground and smacked Fury good and hard on the face.

"NOT EVEN SIX YEARS OLD! BORN IN AN ORPHANAGE FOR PREDATORS AND NOW BROUGHT INTO SUCH AN UNDERSERVING LIFE BEING TREATED LIKE ONE?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ABOVE IT!"

"Why don't you look at yourself?" snarled Brent. "I've scratched you long enough."

"THIS KID GAVE ME HIS TRUST AND NOW I'VE LOST IT BECAUSE OF YOU! WE COULD HAVE LET HIM HAVE A NICE LIFE WITH THAT FOX AND RABBIT AND NOW YOU'VE TAKEN IT FROM HIM! ACCUSED OF THEFT AND NOW TO BE TAKEN FOR A THIEF WITH THOSE FILES BURNED AWAY!"

"WE WON'T BE ICED BY MR. BIG!" thundered Brent as he threw her to the wall and strangled her. "NEITHER WILL YOU!" and he gave her a huge punch in the eye knocking her out. He picked her up and took her away.

Fury grabbed Noah by the tail and took him up to an old attic.

"And here is a little something to enforce goo behaviour."

He brought out a muzzle and locked it tight into his face.

He walked out and slammed the door behind him, locking it.

Noah walked up to an old box and sat on top of it. He curled himself up with his tail and started to sob. Where was Judy? She may be a rabbit but it's like he found a new mother. Where was Nick? He wanted so badly to feel the warmth of his soft, warm, bushy tail to keep him safe from harm. As for those files, it should be enough to convince them he had stolen them.

"Oh, Nick! Please don't think I stole the files!" sobbed the cub. "I want to go home! I really do! I would never steal from you!"

Elsewhere, Nick, Judy and Blake gathered pieces of fox fur from a dark alleyway and placing into a plastic bag. It wasn't long until Nick found a familiar scout hat. He held it to his heart as he thought of his little friend probably in danger.

"We will find you, Noah," said Nick, worry evident in his eyes. "I promise. Whoever took you will not be stealing anymore cubs by the time we find you."