Author's Note: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, EVERYONE! After submitting chapter eight to "Re:," my other Yin Yang Yo! story and creating a new story for Regular Show, I had decided to continue writing for my first story after doing so; in fact, it only took me five months to publish this, you know so I want to say sorry for the delay.

Dominique: SORRY? YOU POST A CHAPTER WITH ME IN IT EARLIER AND YOU'RE SORRY?

Sanzo: Dominique, tell me kindly what the FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?

Dominique: Well, after when I read your story, I was pissed off about my appearance in there; why did you do that?

Sanzo: Considering that you made many stories without my consent, I felt that I should do something about it to get your attention.

Dominique: I see now; well, can I have the honor of doing the disclaimer now?

Sanzo: That won't be necessary; besides, they already know the drill anyway so do us all a favor and kindly get the fuck outta here now!

Dominique: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sanzo: Okay then, now that you've already had to deal with this crap, here's chapter seventeen; enjoy...

RPM – Remodeling Partakes Motorization

It had been just only one hour that has passed by since the guest appearance of a man and his pet had already given out an explanation for what just happened earlier, cutting the meeting between Eradicus and Ella short. Now, the tangerine feline was out and about somewhere since an expansion was now moving into the next phase, she was now in search of one place that was in great importance for the company's advance. Maintaining its façade through the retailing of cable television, local telecommunications, and marketed telepathies, the obviously evil corporation had a true goal and it was to destroy Woo Foo; still, no one cared about it because the public didn't even know. While the current situation had put Ella Mental and her colleagues at an arguable advantage, they still had to make sure that they could hold out against the pocket of the Woo Foo remnants that threatened to overthrow their master. Aside from the assets that were levied against the liabilities, the cat had to deal with the outfit's equity which was ironically levied against her stratagem. Irregardless, there were much better things to do instead of dwelling on these kinds of thoughts throughout the mind.

At last, Ella was there where she was and that place was called "Togo's Garage" and under it was a board that read "a new subdivision of Eradicorp." "I wonder who could be working here at this establishment…" the feline only thought of those words to herself alone as it reminded of what happened yesterday; after all, that was also owned by Eradicorp with the goal to rid the world of Woo Foo by hunting for more recruits also interested. Although a large garage door was there a regular sized door was there as well so she decided to enter the building via the latter choice. When Ella got to the door she had opened it and found herself greeted with the sound that was clear as a bell (which actually belonged to one) as if the place she would be at under orders was also a convenience store down across the street with a gas station; despite that, it was just a garage and a garage alone but nothing else. Either way, the entry inside was already insured nonetheless.

The cat looked around at the garage and it was a lot cleaner than that hated tavern she had went to just only yesterday; in fact, it was simply typical to find around these parts of the day, especially during the morning hours. Very loud music was played in the background even though the place was nearly deserted and the fact the composition over the radio was just merely evoking the nostalgic imagery of the countryside. The fluorescent lights remained white as the brightness which they gave off their energy from with no sign of either blinking or even flickering whatsoever like if they were recently bought from a store to safeguard the milieu for the future's posterity. There were no signs of any characters whatsoever residing in any corner at all since that for some reason it was just simply abandoned notwithstanding the subtle fact the radio was already on. The bountiful oxygen was definitely clean, cloudless and immaculate enough to be completely free from sulfur, formaldehyde, arsenic, ammonia, and cyanide that would which be originated from any kind of stick made from the tobacco plant. A bunch of cars were already suspended in midair by those metal pillars that had popped up from beneath the ground with a platform being used as a substructure for their tires. Even so, the heavy machinery and some dangerous equipment was abundant in quantity over quality to the point in which the experienced one(s) acted dead serious whether when it was on the job or merely just around those parts of the garage.

Speaking of the word "experienced," the supposed one she was just looking for had been found and it was a yellow rhino(ceros) working under a car who was dirty but had managed to remain clean nonetheless. For being just one, instead of just having hair on his head, the mechanic had (t)horns in its place; however, he wasn't to be considered bald at all by (a jury of) his peers. Those eyes the owner had were small to the point in which its own color would be easily mistaken as dark or black by others (with)in society; still, he showed signs that indicated that he had normal eyesight. The skin of the rhino(ceros) was rough and ragged like a pair of leather pants, so tough it could even brace itself all summer in a day. He wore a midnight blue sports cap where one of his (t)horns had poked a hole through it at the very top of the headwear, creating a slight tear that would be seen as not much of a threat to anyone at all. What made the rhino(ceros) very easy enough to tell that he was just a mere mechanic working at the garage was the obvious fact that he was wearing an extra-large emerald green jumpsuit on himself that was soaked in crude oil with a knitted nametag reading "Malcolm." Due to the large feet, there was no need for any kind of shoes to be worn on them whatsoever in any way at all.

When the rhino(ceros) noticed that Ella was tapping her boots onto the floor somewhat impatiently, the former had turned around to face the latter and spoke, "oh, good morning ma'am; I didn't see you here." "Of course not," the cat replied as if she was far from interested in formalities, "where's everyone else, Malcolm; how come they're not here yet today?" "To tell you the truth, they were sent somewhere else to the town outskirts for remodeling and renovation; in fact, they're over there disassembling some cars for customization but I'm sure that some of them will be back soon this afternoon," the mechanic answered her question wiping away the motor oil from his hands. Ella silently reads his mind and knows that although he was not being dishonest at all, there was still another question that needed to be answered so the former asked another the latter another question, "what kind of cars are they?" "Have you heard of the 'Assassin–8,' ma'am?" Malcolm responded with a clue, "they came from Pottsylvania after the United States of Soviet Russia fell about twenty years ago when the Homefront Conflicts had ended. We managed to find most of them all in an abandoned warehouse and managed to buy them all at the price of three kachings for every thousands of them that were bought; since that Pottsylvania was dirt poor thanks to their failing economy and the fact that they made like a million of them, we just exactly spent about three thousand kachings on them all." "I see now…" the feline countered subtly as she started to leave the garage, now fully aware of whatever current information that had just learned straight(a)way that would be beneficial to the some company to their overall advantage for their next phase. The rhino(ceros) noticed this and asked her with just three informal words, "leaving so soon?" "As a matter of fact, I am," Ella answered him with general obviousness, "it seems that there is no need for my presence to be around here; I'll be off returning as of now."

"Are you sure that you won't be back again?" Malcolm asked another question once more. Before all was said and done, the cat whom was now at the door ready to leave the same way she came in responded, "I doubt it." And true to her word, the sound of the bell had ranged once more, now signifying the solitude that had returned to the rhino(ceros) was finally insured once again.

Author's Note: Now that I am tired, at least it's up now for y'all to see and read; don't forget, stay tuned for the latest chapter of "Re; Yin Yang Yo" and this story along with others as well. In addition, since y'all count this as a Mother's Day present, we'll also dedicate this chapter to the loving mothers in the world today for without them, none of us would be here at all. Okay, since that we're done, I suggest you all enjoy Mother's Day now; bye bye...!