"March 2nd, 1989, it was a chore day for me and the other Rescue Rangers'. I was tidying up the living room and mine and Dale's room; Gadget was cleaning her workshop and fixing the Ranger Plane; Monterey was cleaning the kitchen and Dale was doing the laundry. All was going according to schedule and planned just as I made it. I'd say I was quite impressed with everyone's effort, even Dale's. That was until he told me about my hat…
"U-Um.. Chip?" - Dale said as he approached Chip nervously holding Chip's hat in his hand.
"What is it Dale?" - Chip with his usual look of displeasure gazed at Dale's sympathetic look.
"There was an issue with washing your hat. It has this spot on the back of it now. Hehe." - Dale said, letting out a nervous chuckle as he knew how much Chip loved that fedora he wore everyday.
Chip took the hat aggressively and started to become furious but then Gadget chimed in to stop the argument before it started.
"Now Chip, it was only an accident. I'm sure we can fix your hat." - Gadget said to provide a side of reassurance and one of positivity.
"Yeah, I guess you could say you look spot on wearing that. Hehe" - Dale said in an attempt to provide comic relief as he let out a little laugh.
Dale's comment caused Chip to be pushed over his boiling point and caused Chip to lash out at Dale.
"You idiot! You always ruin everything, I just wish you could do something right in your life!" - Chip yelled hysterically while Dale prepared to rebell.
"Well if you didn't want spots on your hat, then you shouldn't have put it in the laundry." - Dale said as he shrugged and stuck his tongue out at Chip.
"Now Chi-" - Gadget attempted to intervene.
It was too late, Chip in a rage cocked his arm and clenched his fist and swung at Dale striking him in the nose. Dale being off guard fell back and blood instantly started to pour from his nose. Dale and everyone was stunned. For Chip it took him a minute to render what he had just done. Dale started to whimper as Gadget rushed to his aide.
"What you do that for!" - Dale said in a whimpering tone. Then he tasted blood on his lips.
"Am I bleeding, Gadget!?" - Dale said in a panic as she gave him a tissue.
"Now hold pressure Dale and don't let go until I tell you too." - Gadget instructed Dale as Dale nodded.
"How dare you behave like that Chip. Injuring your best friend over a hat. I swear Chip, for a leader you can really be stupid at times. Your hat can be replaced but Dale can't. What would happen if he tore a hole in your jacket? Would you tear a hole into him too?" - Gadget was outraged and scholded Chip.
Chip stood there realising what he had done. Seeing Dale cry as blood dripped covering the floor and his fist. Chip felt like a monster for what he had done. Dale's one and only best friend, harmed by his role model, his leader, his brother. Chip didn't know how to react and left the room in sorrow dropping his hat on the floor. It had been hours since the incident. The blood still stained the wood floor as an entrenched memory. Chip still had Dale's dried unwashed blood still on his hand. Dale watched TV, Gadget and Monterey had dinner and Chip secluded himself to his thoughts in his room. The look Dale gave him, was burned in his mind and he couldn't forget it. Not now, not ever. Chip now being hungry had decided to make the attempt of going downstairs and make amends to what had happened.
Chip enters the living room to see Dale give a quick glare and refocus his attention to the TV. Monterey and Gadget stared at Chip with a look of disgust. Chip then sat on the end of the couch slowly moving closer to Dale.
"D-Dale, can we talk? - Chip said as he stumbled over his words.
"What, you want to hit me again?" - Dale said in an angered tone.
"I just want to talk to you in private for a minute." - Chip said in desperation to talk to Dale alone.
"No chip. I think you've said enough." - Dale said as he looked away from Chip and at the TV with his arms crossed.
Chip then gave up, forgetting about dinner and went to his room. He packed a bag and snuck out the window disappearing into the night. He left a note under his blanket on his pillow. The Rangers' went to bed not thinking anything of Chip until the next morning.