The dagger throwing fox and the long patrol captain both sat together at the only table left, resting. Both of the beasts were too tired to even attempt to get the manager out of the wall, who was wriggling and flailing his legs around, screaming at the top of his lungs. The ferrets screaming finally got to the hare, who kicked at the wall near him, yelling,

"Oh shut it!" The hare paused for a second, "Wot! Wot!"

The silver fox groaned, clutching his stomach. He had gone to long without having a Pepsi (don't ask me, ask fong wong about it), and his stomach was showing it. Captain Euly started to back slowly away from the fox as he started shaking and growling, foam frothing from his mouth. The ferret could here the noises from with in the wall, and he stopped flailing his legs.

"Uuuuh... whats that?" He asked, and the hare shakily replied,

"Well, uh, this bally foxy here is coming down with a sudden case of rabbies or something!" The hare paused for a second, "Wot! Wot!"

"Oh god..." The ferret went silent for a while, "Could you go into the kitchen and get a Pepsi, like, RIGHT F(bleep)ING NOW!" The fox fell to the floor, foaming spilling from his mouth as he started to twitch, garbled nonsense coming from him.

"Gerrrrrrggergulllaaarg!" Then the fox flopped down onto the floor, and was silent.

"Uuh, hello? You ok?" Then the fox leaped onto his feet and let out a horrible screech, his paws latching onto the ferrets feet, yanking him out of the wall. The ferret screamed at the top of his lungs as the fox flung him through the double doors and onto the stage.

"!"

CRAAAASH! SHATTER! TINKLE! TINKLE! SMASH! SNAP! BOOOOOOOOM!

MEANWHILE...

At "News With Noonvale", the horse (which I guess we can call Fresia, or something...), had just gotten herself a job as the reporter woman! Or reporter horse, if you wanna be that way! And was-

"Hey!" Fong Wong 14 whined to the author.

"What?" ferretWARLORD asked, turning to the irate reviewer. Fong Wong pointed to the computer screen.

"Ugh! I'll give you a name to! Will that make you happy?" Before Fong Wong could even answer, the door was kicked inward and Eulaliaaaa runs into the room.

"What the hell do you wanna name for? You already have a name in my story!" ferretWARLORD yelled at the author, who in turn crossed his arms and tapped his foot. The author still didn't under stand what his angry friend wanted. Sighing the author whipped out his double edged sabre, twirling it expertly.

"Yes, I know that perfectly well, but instead of my character talking and using his fists, I want more swish! Stab! Slash! Swishy action!" ferretWARLORD quickly snatched the sabre and tossed it out the window.

"Ok, ok, no need to cut up my room!" The author said, and then continued to type on his computer...

And was being assigned her first assignment! The horse happily clacked her hooves together as Rose walked over to the table where she was seated. Taking a seat on the opposite side the mouse maid cleared her throat.

"Well Miss Fresia, I took a look at your papers and I think I found an excellent job for you!" The mouse flipped a switch on the wall and a window openned up in the wall, showing the studio on the other side of the street. "Are you familiar with are neighbors, the people in that studio? Well-"

"Actually, there not humans, none of us are!" The horse cut in, smiling. Her smile immediately died as Rose fixed her with an icey cold glare. "Sorry." She quickly muttered, staring at the floor.

"Well I need you to get into the studio and find some dirt on them!" The horse nodded in agreement, and walked out of the room.

BACK AT THE STUDIO...

"Now, now, uuuh... whats yer name?" The ferret said, trying to calm down the fox, but that only made him even more angry.

"MY NAME IS ALEX!" The fox roared, tossing a chair at the ferret, who-

The author suddenly stopped typing.

"Well? What is it? Why'd you stop?" Eulalia asked, worried.

"Ya! I was about to give you a beat down! Again!" Fong Wong said, rather annoyed that the author had stopped. ferretWARLORD suddenly snapped out of his trance, a sudden realization coming to him.

"Aw F(bleep)! This is supposed to be FresianRoses chapter! Not yours!" A button suddenly rose out of the authors desk, a red flashy kind of button that just asks you to press it, and slams his fist down onto it. The button made an audible "BLEEP" and the floor disappears from under Fong Wong and Eulalia's feet. The two fell down into the pit, each of them saying one last, quick, defiant thing:

"Long live the long paaaatrrrooool!"

"I still think The Squirrel And The Monster is a rip oooooffff!"

Then the author presses another button under his desk, and "POOF" there was FresianRoses!

The authors both wave at each other and ferretWARLORD continues to type on his computer.

The sable ferret got up, holding his aching back. Looking around he realized that the silver psycho fox and the long patrol captain were no where in sight.

"Are they...really gone?" The ferret started to cry in sheer joy. "Yes! I'm finally rid of-" There was a loud snapping noise and the non other then Fresia fell from the ceiling, holding a camera in her hooves despite the fact that its physically impossible for a horse to hold a camera, and lands right in front of the poor ferret.

"Uuuuh... Hi?" He said, rather confused. The horse immediately scrambles to her feet, and aiming her camera at the mustelid, snapped a picture. The flash from the camera immediately blinded the ferret, who cursed and stumbled back.

"AAAG! I'M BLIND! OH SWEET MERCIFUL JESUS THAT HURTS!"

"Don't you mean Mar-" The horse tried to correct him, but the mustelid simply screamed even louder.

"NO I DO NOT!" And started to wriggled around on the floor, "MOTHER F(bleep) That hurts!"

The mustelid eventually gained his ability to see again, and was busy rubbing his eyes when the horse walked up to him again.

"Well, I was sent here to get dirt on you, or something. So..." The horses eyes started gleaming, "Can I interveiw you?"

The ferret groaned.

"Sure..."

"Okay! First question!" The horse whipped out a notepad and flipped through it. "Why did you start this show?"

"Meh, got bored." The ferret casually answered.

"Hmmm, intresting... Okay, second question, were you involved in any warlords army or horde?"

"Uuuuh... do gangs of assassins count?" The ferret asked with a nervous smile.

"Uh-huh. Well, third question! Do you veiw yourself as a good author?"

"No, I'm a stinky poop head with nothing to live for and I should-

"Hey!" ferretWARLORD yelled as he walked back in from the bathroom. FresianRoses giggled and dodged the authors fist, who growled at the author. "Freggin little- eeerrr..." Pressing the back space bar several times, he got rid of what his guest had put in, and continued to type.