Alright, enough with the hiatus, time to get this story back on track!

Also, I want to apologize if the plot moves along too fast. It's just because there's so much I want to include, and with little time to write I just want to make sure this story isn't left hanging and gets a good ending.

Alright, back to the story! ...PS, I forgot what chapter we were on o.O

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Zeke's POV... in 1939!

"Huh? What the...?" I stammered, looking around. I was standing in a city- Brooklyn, it appeared, as I saw the city's famous bridge near the bay. I had no idea how I got here- maybe WG had accidentally opened a portal to the city after we parted ways, as she had a tendency to suddenly open portals at random, her powers having awakened prematurely (from a vision I had, she wasn't supposed to show any signs of her powers until she turned 14, but I suppose the future has a tendency to change).

Speaking of 'future', I realized I wasn't in the right time period, either. Everyone was dressed different- men wearing casual suits, women wearing long dresses with puffy sleeves and frilly patterns, the cars looking like old Bentleys (if that's what they were called back then- I suck at naming cars I should confess). I saw a newspaper lying on the ground, the date on it reading March 23rd, 1939!

1939?! But... how?! I thought, starting to panic. That's when another vision hit me.

"Did you get rid of the boy?" A woman was asking a man dressed in a black cape and wide-rimmed hat, with gray hair, mustache, goatee, and armed to the bone...

I scowled, it was Marlow Bellington, a werewolf hunter who gave pain and misery to more than just lycanthropes. "Yes, I managed to lead a Weeping Angel towards him," Marlow said to the woman. "I was actually hoping it would snap his neck, but when I blinked he was taken back in time. I tried to get that girl too, but she already opened a portal back to the Tooniverse,"

"As long as he's out of the way. Carry out your plans with bringing back Finneas- Lex has told me about some plans he had,"

"I'm planning on it... right now I have to go to the Ruby-Spears Studios. Apparently, the producers want to have a 'talk' about a bunch of arguing everyone's been doing, involving whose life sucks more."

"Hmph, I don't see why you bother listening to those producers, they don't own you, thereby have no power over you."

"Ah, but that is why I'm going... I'll play along with all the characters- everyone is under a 'truce' at the studios, otherwise they'll be forced to do a live-action movie written by M. Night Shamalan. But, I've contacted my associate, Marcus, to help me bring down a few characters- and even help take out those author-kids,"

"Good. I'm going to go meet up with Landon- he's perfected his special 'Dark Heart' power, practiced on Chase Hunter. Time Lord was wise in recruiting him,"

"That reminds me, warn him on whose hearts he touches- if he touches one too pure, his powers will be extinguished."

The woman chuckled. "There's no such thing as a pure heart anymore, Marlow."

The vision ended, and I stumbled back, sitting down in an alley. My sister and her friends were in danger, and I had no way of warning them! I was trapped in the past...

"Hey, kid, you okay?" came a voice, and I looked up... seeing a teenager who looked like a young Leo Gorcey.

I recognized the kid easily, from the movies I watched with WG- it was Muggs McGinnis, from the East Side Kids! It took a lot of effort not to spring up and ask for an autograph- for one thing, he didn't know who I was, and probably hadn't made any movies yet considering the year (if my online geeking paid off, at least- they're always changing facts on Wikipedia). Plus, it was no time for any fan-boy antics- I had been kidnapped and a bunch of psychos were on the loose.

"No... I'm... I'm lost," I confessed to him.

Muggs arched an eyebrow. "Well, where do you live?"

"In... in Nebraska."

His eyes widened, and he looked away awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Boy, you're a long way from home... how'd you get here?"

"I was kidnapped. Some creeps took me away and left me here..." It was basically true. But I couldn't tell him about WG and the trouble that was going on in the future- what would I say? 'My sister's in trouble back in 2002, you got a time machine I could borrow?' Even if I left the year out, he would still want to know who she was- and considering she wouldn't exist for another 52 years, there'd be zip chance of anyone figuring out who she was, and I'd be sent to the nearest asylum.

"Yikes... Normally I wouldn't say this, but you should go to the coppers, have 'em drop a line to your parents that you're an accidental tourist,"

My parents...

Two shadowed faces passed through my memories just then, smiling as I looked up to them. But, I didn't know who they were... Or where they were.

Or if they were even alive.

"I... I don't have any parents," I told him. "I'm an orphan,"

Muggs arched an eyebrow. "Who would kidnap an orphan?"

I sneered, looking at the ground. "A couple sick people who just like to fuck up life for anyone,"

"Hey, whoa, watch the language kid. ...Why don't you hang out with me and my gang for a while, just till you've overcome your shock?"

If I wasn't so worried about my friends, I'd leap for the offer... but thinking about Marlow and that woman kept me from feeling any emotion. "Sure," I sighed, standing up and following Muggs down the walk.

"The name's Muggs by the way. What's yours?"

"Ezekiel,"

"Well, Zeke, mind telling me where you got those crazy clothes?"

I looked down at my black shirt and jeans and gray sneakers- my outfit was ahead of its time. "Um... it's foreign, newest look in, um, Australia. ...But the style wasn't picking up so the outfits were taken off the market,"

"Sheesh, aren't you classy. Better watch your back, the classy ones never survive in the Bowery,"

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Muggs' POV, Present

It was 4 AM by the time we decided to stop.

I happened to be up, seeing that Zeke had fallen asleep against me- nothing shoving him into Scruno didn't fix. I looked in the backseat at that 'James' kid, expecting him to turn back into a monster again, ready to punch his lights out if he pulled anything.

Pugsy was driving now, and it was incredulous how anyone could stay awake this long. "Don't you ever sleep?" I asked him.

"I'll sleep when our lives aren't in danger," he replied. "Until we figure out what made James go nuts, let alone figure out who kidnappified me, Fangs, and Shag, getting 40 winks ain't going to be easy."

I looked back at James once more. "I'll take your word on that... So, are the rest of Zeke's author-friends that psycho?"

"James is a good kid... though, you might want to watch your back with WG- she knows how to give anyone a truck-load of pain... Believe me, she made a hobby out of harassifying me,"

"What, you get on her bad side or something?"

"No... Apparently, Fangface made it look fun, and she decided to take a knack at it herself."

"Fangface?"

Pugsy nodded at Fangs, who was asleep next to Kassy. "You see the pinhead who looks like your pinhead? He turns into a werewolf, Fangface."

I looked at Fangs. "Oh yeah, Zeke mentioned something about it- said his sister never shut up about you guys, being a huge fan."

"Pfft, you got that right- I'd be flattered if she wasn't so annoying about it (especially with those damn fluff-pictures she puts me in)."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. ...Actually, I'm kind of curious on why WG never brought up ATF in the first place? Considering she bitches about her sisters so much, you'd think she'd bring up a twin brother,"

I shrugged. "Funny thing is, they ain't really siblings... not biologically, at least."

Pugsy did a double-take. "Huh? How do you know?"

"Zeke told me five years ago. He's been an orphan, not knowing where he came from or who his parents were either, just being abandoned. WG met him when they were 9, and he hung out with her. They liked all the same things, hated her sisters, and confided in each other that she dubbed him as her 'twin' brother, always wanting one- after telling me about her sisters, I wouldn't blame her."

"Be glad you never had to meet them- and pray you never do," Pugsy gripped the wheel. "Especially Jennifer... She was the worst," he shook his head. "But, still, why didn't WG ever mention him?"

"You got me. Maybe Zeke didn't want to be mentioned..." I looked at Zeke, who was sleeping soundly. "He always stuck out in society, being shunned and picked on. We kept him in the gang because we knew how it felt like, let alone the kid needed a home."

"How did you guys meet?"

"He said he was kidnapped and dumped in Brooklyn... at least, that's the alibi he gave back in '39 when I found him,"

"39? As in 1939?!"

"Did I stutter? Of course 1939... of course, he didn't give us the full story until AFTER he showed us the Tooniverse, about being taken back in time. It was crazy, but after the trip we had to survive, I would believe anything."

He nodded. "So, why don't you think he'd want WG saying anything about him? I mean, he wasn't so shy when he came in and introduced himself- telling us he can see the future, can't die, he's bisexual, and now it turns out he's WG's surrogate brother who can open portals..."

"Whoa, whoa, what was that last part?!"

"He can't die?"

"No, after that. I didn't know he was bi!"

Pugsy arched an eyebrow. "What, are you homophobic or something?"

"No, I just wasn't expecting it. I mean, you know a kid for over 80 years, and he never comes out of the closet to you, but is open with a bunch of strangers?" I shook my head. "Sheesh, and I thought he was a tough-nut to crack before,"

Pugsy shrugged. "It must run in the family. If you want a riddle try this: WG harasses me, comes close to killing me on several occasions, yet still made an OC based off herself for me."

"What, did she have a crush on you?"

"Yeah, but according to her, she didn't create Brielle until AFTER it passed. She keeps pleading insanity,"

I gave him a look. "Maybe it hasn't passed, then."

He rolled his eyes. "She has a boyfriend now, genius."

"Hey, I know some girls who have boyfriends, but crush on cartoon characters."

"Difference is, they're both cartoons... well, half-toons at least. It's a complicated story,"

"Don't share, my brain is about to burst already. Why don't we pull over, get something to eat?"

"Eh, might as well. We're low on fuel anyhow,"

Pulling into a gas-stop, everyone began to stir. "Whoa... I had the weirdest dream," Zeke said, yawning and stretching.

"Was it another foreshadowing vision?" Brielle asked.

"No... I dreamt Mugs and Pugs had a whole conversation without trying to kill each other,"

Pugs and I rolled our eyes. I had the urge to bring up Zeke keeping a big secret from me, but pushed it aside so he wouldn't think I cared that much about it.

We got out, and I noticed a Bar & Grill joint across the street, still open it looked like. "Anyone feel like heading over there for a quick bite?" I suggested.

"Nah, we'll just grab some stuff here- we need to keep moving," Aaron said, sternly.

"Speaking of moving, get this- FF2's position changed too!" Zeke said, looking at the phone/tracking device. "Or... at least... I think so... almost..."

"Zeke, it's 4 AM. It's not wise to boggle our minds at this ungodly hour," Kassy muttered.

"No I mean... it's like he's in two places at once!" Zeke held up the phone.

"How is that possible?!" Fangs questioned.

"Maybe he has a twin brother?" Glimpy guessed.

"I'll use my bracelet," Kite replied. "With it, I can mentally sense where someone is,"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT BEFORE?!" Those other toons shouted at him.

"Well, forgive me, but when you're downplayed in a major trilogy, you tend to FORGET these sort of things!" Kite snapped.

While everyone was arguing, I walked over to the Bar & Grill, deciding to get something to eat. (I mean, who would eat a bagel wrapped in tinfoil at 4 AM? Not really a great pick-me-up.) Entering, I sat down at the bar, looking at a menu.

A young man stood across from me behind the bar, cleaning glasses. He was a tall kid with short black hair and glasses, pretty well built too. "Hey, are you 21?" he asked.

"No, but I ain't here for any booze, so don't have a cow." I scoffed. "What about you? Aren't you a little young to be a bartender?"

"I'm 22, that's more than enough. What'll you have?"

"Eh, I'll have some bacon and eggs- make it to go, some pals and I are heading out,"

"Our stove isn't on yet."

"What?! What kind of place is open this early but doesn't have the stove on?!"

"No one comes in here at 4 AM, except for a pot of coffee or some booze, so we don't kick the stove on until 5:30... The manager is a real cheapskate that way."

I sighed. "(of all the places...) Alright, I'll have a quick cup of coffee then. Put it on my tab,"

"We don't have tabs... plus, you just said you and your friends are heading out soon. No cash, no coffee."

I scowled, standing up. "Ah, this place probably doesn't have anything good, anyway... and do something about that scar on your chest, otherwise keep the shirt buttoned.,"

Suddenly I was yanked by the collar, turned, and standing face-to-face to the guy, and I could tell I really pissed him off. "What was that about my scar, half-pint?!"

Before I could reply, the doors swung open, and the others came in. "He's right in here!" Kite exclaimed, then paused. "Whoa, Muggs... way to keep one step ahead,"

"...With a foot in the grave, it looks like," Kassy added. "Muggs, what're you doing?"

"Your friend here made a crack about a scar on my chest, and I'm about to put a crack in his head!" the stranger growled... though did a double-take, looking at Kite. "Huh? ...Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You should," Kite replied, then gave me a dark glare. "Muggs, I suggest you apologize,"

"Why should-" I began to say, until everyone started glaring daggers at me. I sighed. "Sorry... just had a bad night last night."

The kid dropped me, walking over to Kite...

As they stood face-to-face, my eyes nearly bugged out, seeing that Kite looked just like him- save his hair was longer, brown, and he wore a cap instead of glasses (let alone had no scar on his chest, I would figure).

"I forgot to mention something else," Pugsy whispered to me. "Don't mess with FF2, neither."

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A/N: Yay, we found FF2! ...But who was the OTHER so-called FF2 on the GPS?

Meh, we'll find out later... AFTER we get another view of the OC's! :D

Please review, no flames.