They flew in and were ready to land on the buildings when they were shot down with a laser. "We're hit?!" T-Bone groaned as he tried to pull them out of a nose dive. He was barely able to land them before they crashed. They were on top of the children clothing store, Kittens Meow. "Razor, Feral, you both alright?" he grunted. Then he blinked. His voice was different, younger, as though he was a . . . kitten. "Aw Crud!" His voice was like a punk kid again. He crawled over the back of his chair to see a little red cat that was unconscious and a small brown cat checking his pulse. "Double crud!"
"He's just unconscious, don't worry." The brown kitten said calmly. His voice was small, soft, and yet you could still tell it was Feral's voice. He was still in his Enforcer gear, but it all seemed a little big. Then T-Bone noticed his clothes were still pretty big as well.
"This is not good."
"You think this is bad? Ha, be lucky we aren't caught yet." Razor said as he started to get up. His voice was sorta small and a little squeaky. T-Bone was about to make a smart remark about it but Razor was quicker, "If you would like to keep yourself alive and your tongue in your mouth, then I suggest keeping quiet about my voice." He looked at his close and then shook his head. He checked out where they were and opened the hatch. "Let's get changed, we can't run around in oversized gear. I'm gonna remember this once we're back to normal though." He muttered as he used his jumpsuit as a cloak and ran towards the roof of the store. The others followed him. "Looks like we got lucky." They saw him taking some clothes his size off of the sale rack. He left some coins on the counter and ran to the changing room.
"That's stealing!" Feral growled.
"Not since I'm paying for it out of what little money I got, so shut it." Yelled the little pipsqueak in the stall.
Feral reluctantly grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, while T-Bone grabbed some leather jeans and a jacket and t-shirt. They both left some money as well. Razor had emerged as a little 5 year old Jake who was wearing some overalls, a bright red t-shirt and a jean jacket. He then put his swat kats gear in a secret compartment that had all sorts of little kid weapons from the kids who had escaped Agatha once and made it into the heart of the city. He grabbed a weapon that was dusty and came with a small patched up bag. It was an old Sling-shot made of Redwood with a bag of lava rocks. He then placed his Swat Kats gear in there with a note for the next kitten to find it. 'If found, please throw to the junkyard outside of town. Ask for Edge or Jake, they will know what to do with this, ~ Razor'
Jake Clawson was five and ready to kick tail. His partner emerged looking like he was bad to the bone with a bat made of steel. Jake raised an eyebrow. Chance just grinned as he whipped out an old pair of shades that had a small crack in one of the lenses. Feral then came out sporting Blue jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and he had somehow gotten his hands on a Jean Jacket and a pair of shades that looked even older and cooler than Chance's. He had also found, it seemed, a yo-yo that he was playing with dangerously, as though it was a weapon. He had that smirk that meant, 'You're dead meat'.