Disclaimer: I do not own Toontown, cogs, or toons in general. The basis for this story is owned by Disney. However, I did create the Zapper family, Flappy, Floppy, any other specific toons, the story, and any specific cogs mentioned BESIDES the masterbots. If I missed anything, let me know.

The prologue was an introduction to get you started. While I wouldn't post this fic without it, this is the part where the real story starts. And to go along with it, here is an excerpt that will be in future chapters:

My first name is Electro.
I once thought that the war consisted of simply defeating buildings. Of destroying cogs. But never--never before did I ever think that it would end up like this. To stand in lines, orderly to keep our forces strong; this is not what we are fighting for. I fear now that something is terribly wrong. Those who I once called family I have now lost for what is likely eternity. I wish I had listened to Thunder...
I only hope that at some point in time a surviving toon will find this letter.

My first name is Electro.
My last name is Zapper.
I am Electrozapper. I pray that the name lasts.
~Electrozapper


Chapter One

Inkling of Change


To many toons, being the best meant having the best. Electrozapper followed this code, though he knew that it was far from the truth. He had never heard any other way, and as a result the cat had given up on finding any truth. He figured it was easier to follow along.

Arriving home to get ready for another run on the streets, the toon first reached inside his mailbox. Today there was just one letter inviting him to the Zapper family reunion. Electro smiled; it was finally official. He was ready to see Thunder again. The little monkey had always been full of surprises, always smarter than the other toons his age. It was obvious that Thunder could see and feel from miles away. So Electro brought the letter inside and set it on the table.

In his bedroom, he opened the wardrobe. He never bought too many clothes--with such a large stomach, shirts and shorts were expensive. Not to mention the fact that most extra large pants were too long. He put on his battle clothes: A simple blue shirt worn away from its years and jeans. Then he opened his jellybean bank and pulled out a good eighty. Those would let him restock all his gags if he needed to. And Electro knew that he would need to; he was ready to serve his duty as a toon.

The phone was simple, yet the orange cat knew it helped more than anything. He called up a long time friend, Cool Silly Super Pudding, to see if he would get some help on this run. The phone rang for quite a while before the connection was finally made.

"Hey, Cool Silly. I might need some help. You want to come walk the streets?" the toon asked.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do."

"Awesome. Meet at The Brrrgh, 'kay?"

"Gotcha."

Then Electrozapper hung up and searched his book. He pulled out a teleportation hole and placed it on the map, right on top of The Brrrgh. Then he closed the book and threw the hole on the ground, happy that the black spot was guided. Finally, Electro jumped in, fearless of hitting any hard ground. He knew he would only hit snow. And a few seconds later, snow he hit. The Brrrgh hadn't seen spring in years.

Silly arrived a few minutes later. If there was anything the smaller cat loved, it was the chill of winter. Cool Silly scratched his ocean-blue head, showing his grass-colored arms that contradicted his love for ice. And, looking down at shoeless feet, anyone could tell that the fiery maroon was always withheld. Observing him, Electro could tell that Silly was quite different from other toons.

"Got gags?" Electro questioned.

"Not the toonup. Got laff?" the smaller cat replied.

"All 107 points. You?"

"All 108."

"Then let's go."

They took off down Polar Place, letting the enclosed heat of the tunnel warm them for a moment. Once they were back in the cold, the felines found a spot where the cogs would come normally and in the bulk. The corner was right by Choral Wreaths; they felt that they could trust Groovy Garland if they needed help--or a little warming up. Even Silly would never let himself freeze in the blizzards that blew over every so often.

The first cog that came along was a Backstabber. They defeated it easily, showing the robot just how powerful a pie and a safe could be. The majority of all the cogs were lawbots. In fact, only one strayed from that fact, a Moneybags that seemed a bit unintelligent. When they'd finally decided to take a break, they were down to a few gags each. After they had a cup of cocoa in the shop they left to the playground for more gags.

The line at The Brrrgh's branch of Goofy's Gag Shop was unnaturally long. The cats split up; Electro went to Toontown Central and Cool Silly went to Donald's Dock. They would meet back up in a few minutes.

The fat, orange cat came to find out why everyone had gathered in The Brrrgh. He talked to Clara, who came with the sorry news that they were sold out. Electrozapper couldn't believe it--the shop never sold out. They were always making more gags for the fighters...something wasn't right.

"You can't tell me that too many toons came here." He said.

"Well," she whispered, "I figure I can tell you. You see, Flippy came--"

The cat was astounded. "Flippy?!"

"--and told us that our gags were to be aimed at," she paused for a second, "well, at what he called 'the war effort'. I always figured that's why we sold our pies, but I think something's coming. That dog is, to say the least, old. He looked tired and stressed. And he looked a little...loopy. Like he wasn't in his right mind."

Electro leaned against the wall to take it all in. The mayor! He would have to tell the family about this. He'd have to tell Silly, too.

As they met on the hill in The Brrrgh, the cats exchanged news. Donald's Dock had been low on gags, though not yet empty. They decided they would stay apart for a few days and meet back again after the Zapper family reunion. Hopefully, by then, they would know the truth. Though Electro wasn't sure he wanted to know the truth. He was scared that it was going to be terrible, worse than he could even imagine.

The line at Goofy's Gag Shop was out the door now. Soon, those toons would be on the move again.