The next day started with some disbelief. The two vigilantes had all but convinced themselves that yesterday's events had all been just a dream. Chance went down to work on fixing up their old training room. This way Jake could install some new training courses into it. Meanwhile Jake handled the garage.

Today was just one of those slow days where no cat would have a car problem. As Jake waited for a job to do, he used his computer that he had recently installed into the main office/their living room, to check on Commander Ulysses Feral. True neither cat had much love for the old cat that had fired them and constantly stole their glory, but still, he was a fellow hero just like them, only with the law on his side. That and in a fight to save the city, they never had a better ally than Feral and his niece.

He thought about how long it had been since they had been kicked out of the enforcers. "I wonder if they ever took our names out of the system, or if they just totally forgot about us without taking us out." He mulled over this thought for a few moments. "Probably erased us from existence in the system as soon as he could, but eh, might as well for the heck of it. I got nothing better to do." He typed in his username and code and waited a few minutes. Then, to his shock, it went directly to his user page. It was as though he had never been fired. 'What the heck? I guess I should have tried this before, but I don't understand. It's been twelve years, there is no way that I should still be able to access this again this easily.'

He scanned through the files and found everything as it had been when he had left it. 'This makes no sense.' He checked into the medical files to check on some old friends, and the commander, to see how they were. "Good, he's still alive. He'll be fine in a few days. Hope everything will still be standing. Steele is in a psych ward due to…"Shell shock". What a wimp, there were no shells. It was only some plantimals. We've seen it all before. Then again, they do spit acid, so maybe I'm just too used to this still."

Chance comes up and looks over Jake's shoulder. "So you managed to hack in to the system, again. I guess that means that they still haven't changed the security."

"That's just it, Chance. I didn't do any hacking at all this time."

"Then how…?"

"My file is still in the system. I don't understand either, but I know this, it means that someone wanted us to stay in."

"Maybe it was Silvia, I mean, she was in the computers."

"Yeah, but to reload us in without alerting Feral or anyone else is impossible."

"Indeed it is, Clawson, but I've noticed you two hotshots do a lot more impossible things in my time." Feral had driven up in an enforcer car that needed repairs badly, as well as a new paint job.

The two cats were startled into fighting positions. Chance was standing next to Jake in a boxing stance and Jake was on the top of the chair ready to make a pounce attack.

"Oh jeez, it's only the Commander. Way to scare a cat, Feral. We may be old but don't go and count us out of practice just because we don't have official equipment anymore." Jake jumped down and lowered Chance's paws with a wave of one of his.

"If you boys expect me to believe you're as old as your papers say you are then you have another thing coming mister. I happen to know that your both many years younger than your licenses claim."

Both cats glanced at each other with skeptical looks.

"I take it you both didn't realize how young you both are."

"How would you know anyway, Feral? We were raised in orphanages. For all you know those are our real ages."

"Trust me Furlong; you two are not in your forties or fifties. You, yourself are still only thirty-two, while Clawson here is only thirty-one. I'm smarter than you give me credit for."

"Shouldn't you be still in the hospital, Commander?" Jake asked a little annoyed. 'If they do the math they'll find that they put a minor through training and fired a nineteen year old cat, and I could still out shoot all of them. Man, will I get in trouble.'

"I got out early because it was only some light injuries. Whether I like it or not, the Swat Kats actually saved my life." His face was a twist of laughing and scowling at the same time.

Chance took a look at the car that the Commander had come in. He indicated that he would get started while Jake kept Feral busy. Jake nodded his agreement.

"I'll get started on the car. Jake, keep him out of trouble, will ya?"

"Roger that, Chance."

Feral looked at the two with some amusement, 'Looks like they still take orders from each other. They really are partners, no leader, no sidekick, just partners. Normally that would fall apart for most of our teams, but then again, these two aren't like our other teams. I wonder where they keep their gear.'

Just as Feral was thinking about this, an alarm went off. "Beep Beep Beep" It was as loud as a foghorn. Feral instinctively drew his gun. "What in blazes…?"

"Aw crud … Jake!" Chance rushes towards the hanger while managing to knock Feral down and out on his way.

"On it, you got him?"

"Yeah. Answer it!"

Jake picks up the emergency phone down in the hanger. "We're here Ms. Briggs."

"Razor, thank goodness. There's something crazy going on here! Cats of all ages are being turned into five year olds. Someone is shooting a laser at them and . . . AHHH!"

"Ms. Briggs?!" Both the cats shouted.

"Ms. Briggs are you there?" Jake asked as Chance turned into T-Bone.

A small kittens voice started talking. It was calm, cool, but still seemed worried. "The mayor now needs to go through potty training again apparently, and I look like I need to go back to Kitten-er-garden! Swat Kats please find out who's responsible for this and why? I need to go and hide the mayor." Grumbled the little kitten.

Jake transformed into Razor as fast as possible. Jumped into the jet and just as the two were about to fly off, Feral came in. At first he was stunned by the hanger, but after the initial shock he said, "There had better be room in there for me, Swat Kats, because I heard every word, and this sounds like something I know a good deal about."

Razor glanced at T-Bone and sighed. He made a quick adjustment, and another seat appeared right behind him. "Get in before I change my mind."

He jumped in while T-Bone grumbled.