Author Note: Okay, after a short series of chapters I have now decided to add the character from Skunk Fu! now. Just guess who it is. Take note that this chapter has a long name.

Disclamer: Yin Yang Yo belongs to Bob Boyle. Skunk Fu! belongs to Cartoon Saloon.

Enjoy...

Under the Thoughtful Parasol in the Standing Rain

The tangerine cat soon reached upstairs but the worst was far from over. Gloomy clouds towered and hovered over the once proud, now whimpering skyscrapers as an approaching thunderstorm prepared to roll through the town. Winds gusted ferociously taking anything that's light up in the air captive. The trees resisted the tempest's stormy winds as they stood their ground in hopes of seeing the skies all quiet on the western front once more like always since they where little and new to the city a long time ago.

Ella soon realized that any instant on or after a drop of rain could fall onto the city. She thought of the places that could act as shelter for where the penalty of breaking her promise of vowing never to return to this confounded bar would mean another fight for her. The cat quickly scurried off to a close at hand opportunely located bus stop the minute the raindrop cascaded on her ear. Ella sat on a bench and laid down in doubtful hopes of finding a bus to ride back to her office. The cat shivered as thoughts about the events of the Halloween night flooded Ella's mind like a conscious waterfall.

She, along with her colleagues, were in the process of creating an paradoxical plan to terrorize the open-minded town under the violent request of her nostalgic boss on the day known as Halloween; apparently, Halloween wasn't always just candy and costumes as it was in modern society today hitherto. Yes, Eradicus recalled it back then as he was the king he is, terrorizing people, laying down conflagrations to every single building in his own fear-striking eyesight like the lofty gargantuan marshmallows they are, and even devouring horse drawn carriages. How did he, the (original) Night Master, do it, you may ask? Well it was all thanks to an ancient hot dog monster called a Terrorweenie.

Luckily, that griffin was saving an egg he and his minions found that fateful day which although seemed meaningless at the outset turned out to be a critically endangered species that based on Ella's thought and according to the grapevine almost got exterminated after his defeat. Thanks to this, they have already figured out what they can do next. In order for that plan to work, they needed to hatch a giant ancient hot dog monster, called a Terrorweenie. They built a haunted house on a hill filled with doom, despair, and even of course diaper rash and kidnapped a lot of people so they, I mean the cat, can drain their victims' fear desert dry. Whosoever attempted to stop them, caught up Bob first who was still taking his own coffee 'break.'

Anyway, they succeeded in hatching this accursed monster thanks to the fear but it turns out they were setbacks. First off, while victim was relieved of his/her fear the victim ironically became intrepid as an alpha lion but even unaware of the looming danger as a result which not even Death itself could enter in this atmosphere, well at least without smelling the lost fear. Also, the definition of scary was the antithesis of cute. But the deathblow of the plan was that even monsters like that had limits and not the type where a perfect stranger could snap every time something goes wrong; at least not like Eradicus.

Upon hearing the drawbacks, Eradicus zapped Ella twice and decided to destroy the town, despite being his original plan. Soon his monster was so full it reached the physical capacities of a Hindenburg and got destroyed but at least its master was safe. After that, the blood-red griffin, surprising and amusingly, wailed like a two-year-old infant as if he never did before; coincidentally, the first time Eradicus experienced sadness was a long, long time ago (but at least not in a galaxy that's far, far away as it seems). The griffin was so upset about it he even blamed the cat telepath for this; even though she would tell him beforehand she would get zapped like the movie title itself. Providentially, before Eradicus could do anything he started to cry himself to sleep alone, like the widowed griffin he is.

Soon, a navy blue bus drove up to the stop where Ella rested on the dark green bench. She got up as her hopes were openly answered with reality's pleasant result when that but before the tangerine cat could set her foot on that bus, another feminine voice shouted, "wait up for me!"

"Huh...?" Ella thought to herself as she turned around and glanced at the person she heard and it was a fox and a female one, too, carrying a flaming vermillion tote bag by the handle in her left hand and over her shoulder and a amethyst parasol in her right hand, "who is she?" She had a silky coat of claret fur but there were also patches of clear snow white on both her chest and on her tail and brown fertile hands. Her tail was also thicker than Ella's but it was gentler and it swished around like a paintbrush that stroked against a delicate paper portrait leaving a trail of color behind. She was also a few inches taller than her. She wore a flamingo pink T-shirt that nearly roofed her entire torso and on her hips were a pair of true blue shorts, as blue as a clear summer sky that made a wonderful world feel completed; additionally, she wore a pair of lively Birchwood sandals and French vanilla white socks to prevent splinters from intruding the palm of her feet. Her tawny eyes had a delightfully rich and luminous tone while the beauty, both within and beyond, had shaped her body with tenderness while blessing it with zeal, charm, and elegance.

"Miss, can you please hold on to my stuff while I get out my change?," asked the red vixen gently as she handed over her stuff to the tangerine cat. Out of all the things that were tedious to hold, the vermillion tote bag turned out to be the heaviest for the somnolent Ella who held it with both hands; strangely, the only mystery that remained was how was this vixen able to carry that big tote bag. Obviously, sooner or later, this was apparently about to be time for her to exercise more often.

Quickly, the vixen reached for her loose change and pulled out ten silver coins; soon, she handed them over to the banana slug bus driver who granted both of the females passage onto this bus. As the two got on, the door closed and wheels on the bus went back around and around in motion under the pouring rain. The tangerine cat sat in the first three rows back of the driver where these seats made it look like she was in a magnificent limousine. The vixen sat next to her, however.

"Hi, my name is Yasmine Fox, but my friends call me Fox," said the vixen named Fox.

"Mine's Ella," the other female introduced.

A conversation was engaged between the two as the tangerine cat asked the red vixen, "what type of stuff is in that bag?"

Fox answered, "A bag of medicine, snacks, and other supplies." The vixen pulled out a granola bar and offered it to Ella.

"No thanks," replied the cat.

"That headband you're wearing seems very ancient; was it passed down to you by your parents?" asked Fox who was pointing at it on her head.

"To be honest, my parents abandoned me when I was very young," replied Ella somewhat sternly.

"Oh, that's sad..." responded the vixen sorrowfully.

"I also see that you live in this side of town thirty minutes from where I live," said Fox.

"Which side of town do you live?" asked the cat cynically but plainly.

"Northeast," answered the vixen.

"Doesn't that mean you live up in the valley?," questioned Ella.

"Why, yes of course," Fox responded, "I take the ferry to get here often usually; besides, what are you doing outside, anyway?"

"Oh, just doing some tasks," answered the cat.

"What type of tasks?" asked Fox.

Ella then responded, "check up; how about you?"

"Shopping..." answered the vixen; now she asked, "what company do you work for?"

Ella then realized something: it seems that almost the entire town barely knows (and cares) that the company is bent on taking over the world; on the other hand, the vixen was, apparently, from another side of town and this was another story so the cat had to come up with a lie, "Earl Fafner."

"What products do they sell?" asked Fox.

Ella answered, "medicine, foods, beverages, games, household cleaners, the usual stuff. We have also opened a new coffee shop down by."

"Wow, that's wonderful," said the awed vixen under consideration, "but I drink tea."

"That's okay, I don't drink that much coffee either," responded the cat.

Soon, the bus pulled over at a different stop; Ella realized that it's time to go back to headquarters soon. "Excuse me, but I need to go. My break is about to be over soon," said the cat.

"I understand, if you're not too busy, here's my phone number. We could go out for dinner some later," said the vixen as she handed Ella her phone number.

"Thanks," responded the cat and then she went back to her boss.