Writer's block has nothing on me! …yet.

Disclaimer: (oh, how I hate going through this) I do not and will never own Fangface, all characters belong to Ruby-Spears Productions (those lucky dogs).

Chapter Eleven

Searching (Double Time)

It had been 2 hours since Fangs, Puggsy, Kim, and Biff had fallen asleep. …Of course, Fangs was still awake, high on alert of any suspicious activity that might occur.

In other words, he was scared that those goons would come back, and had spent the last couple of hours sitting up in bed, shaking with fright as he thought of every possible bad thing that could happen if he fell asleep, (way to keep positive, Fangs).

Knowing he wouldn't be getting any sleep, he walked back downstairs to the living room. Puggsy lying in his chair, snoring softly, while Kim lied on the couch, Biff lying on the edge next to her.

How sweet. Fangs thought, leaning against the couch, watching Kim and Biff. He wondered if they were in love, though Kim didn't bring up anything about Biff being her boyfriend. He then looked at Puggsy and his smile faded, recalling the fight the young teen had with his mom. Poor Pugs. Those kids must've really given him a hard time if he's that mean.

*THUD!* Fangs' heart skipped a beat at the sound and he gasped. "What was that?" he yelped, looking around the room. He sighed with relief when he saw that Biff had fallen off the edge of the couch (possibly pushed off by Kim, accidentally).

"Ow," Biff muttered, his voice muffled as his face was flat on the carpet.

Fangs snickered. "You know Biff, the couch is more comfortable,"

"Very funny, Fangs. …What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

Biff stood up. "Scared, huh?"

Fangs sneered. "No!" Biff shot him a 'yeah right' look. "Okay, yes. But can you blame me? Those goons could be back any minute! …Or, worse, what if they've already snuck in while everyone was asleep? Or what if they decided to hide out here while we were gone? Or what if-"

Biff gripped Fangs by the shoulders. "Sherman, calm down! No one's going to come back here, not as long as they know someone's home. Now, why don't you get some sleep, hmm?"

Fangs sighed. "Okay… I guess I'm just a little jumpy."

"Jumpy and paranoid," Puggsy muttered, tiredly.

"Pugs! …How long have you been up?"

"How long have you been yapping?"

"Did I wake you?"

"Now whatever gave you that idear?"

"Alright, Mr. Sarcasm, that's enough," Kim snapped, disturbed from her sleep as well.

"Well, I guess since we're all up, we should think up a plan on what to do," Biff sighed.

"At 5 in the morning?" Puggsy groaned, taking his hat off and rubbing his hand against his face to help wake himself up.

"Hey, the sooner we catch those guys, the sooner we can all sleep peacefully." He turned to Fangs. "What time are your parents going to be back, Fangs?"

"Sometime this morning." Fangs replied, then gasped. "Oh, man! I'm so dead! I'm not allowed to have anyone over! I'm going to be grounded until I'm 80!"

"Ah, shut up." Puggsy snapped. "Just say we're friends from school."

Fangs' shoulders sagged and he blushed. "I'm… um, home-schooled."

Puggsy remained silent. Duh, of course. he thought, mentally kicking himself. He's a werewolf! He wouldn't be allowed in school. "Oh…" he said, dumbly. "Sorry."

Fangs shrugged. "It's okay. You didn't know." He turned to Biff. "So, what are we going to do about my parents?"

"I guess it's best if we told them the truth," Kim said. "Maybe they could help us out."

"What if they don't believe us? Or worse… What if they get really freaked out, and I can't see you guys again?"

Puggsy scoffed. "Fangs, I doubt something like this could scare your parents." he said. Especially since they've raised a werewolf.

"So, what am I supposed to tell 'em? 'Hey, Mom and Dad, how was your trip? Oh, by the way, these are my friends. I met them while some creepy guys broke into our house last night and tried to kidnap me.'?"

"He's getting on my nerves…" Puggsy muttered to Kim.

"Actually, Fangs, I have a better idea…" Biff said, a smile appearing on his face. (I swear, you could see the light bulb!)

Fangs' parents pulled up in their driveway around 9:30 AM. Once they walked in, his mom practically screamed. The house was a mess: furniture was overturned, there was a broken lamp on the floor, pictures and magazines were scattered everywhere, and other things that made the house look like a disaster area. "What on earth happened?" Kevin Fangsworth cried out.

"Mom! Dad! Oh, thank God you're home!" Fangs cried, running to his parents from the kitchen and hugging them tightly, tears in his eyes.

"Sherman! What's going on? What happened?" Sally Fangsworth asked.

"I-I was just sitting in the living room, watching TV (sob) a-a-and all of a sudden, some c-creepy guys broke into the h-house! I-I-I tried to c-call the police, (sniffle) b-but they grabbed me a-a-and bound and gagged me, and threw me in the closet! (honk!)" (Fangs took out a tissue and blew his nose).

"Oh, my gosh!"

"And no one heard the commotion?" Kevin asked.

Fangs wiped a tear. "Well, a few people heard me screaming," he said, after taking in a deep breath. "And when they saw what was happening (sniff) they got the police. The men escaped, I think, because… well, the police said they did, and they went out to search for them."

"Did they… leave anyone with you?" his father's voice was concerned, both about his son's safety… and if someone had seen you-know-who.

"The people who got the police stayed over, in case those guys came back, just to make sure I would be okay. They're up in my room." he then got frantic. "I-I'm sorry, I know I s-shouldn't have let them stay, s-since you don't want me having others over w-while you're gone, but-"

"It's… okay, Sherman." Sally replied with a light sigh of relief, wrapping an arm around her son's shoulder. "We're just happy you're okay."

"We would like to have a word with the people that stayed over, though." Kevin said. "You know, show them our gratitude." …Though, it was more than that.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Fangs said, nodding. "I'll go see if they're up, yet."

He ran up to his room, where Biff, Kim, and Puggsy were waiting for him. "Well, did they buy it?" Biff asked.

Fangs leaned against the door frame, blowing on his nails and rubbing them against his chest, grinning. "Lets just say, I should go into acting." he bounced his eyebrows up and down.

"Alright!"

They had planned it carefully: they messed up the living room to make it look like someone had broken in (Fangs didn't like that part of the plan much, since it was his house, after all), then Fangs would go into a pitiful act to convince his parents that someone had actually broken in (they got him to cry by having him watch 'Ol' Yeller'), while the others waited in his room.

"Pretty good plan, Biff." Kim said.

Biff shrugged, modestly. "Hey, Fangs pretty much helped me come up with the story."

"Yeah, but you guys helped make the scene look convincing," Fangs said, more sad than happy, thinking about the mess they made downstairs.

"Puggsy came up with the idea," Biff said.

"Yeah, he knew all about what break-ins should look like," Kim agreed, though there was sadness and concern in her voice.

"Eh, it's not that hard to ranshacktify a place," Puggsy scoffed, modestly. He then noticed Fangs' disappointment. "Uh, sorry that we had to, though."

"Ah, it's okay," Fangs said, smiling again. "Nothing was broken- except the lamp. …C'mon, my parents want to meet you guys."

They followed him downstairs to the kitchen, where his parents sat at the table, talking about something. They stopped when they arrived. "You must be the kids who helped our son," Kevin said, shaking Biff's hand. "Thank you so much for looking out for him."

Biff shrugged modestly (again). "No problem." he replied.

"Um, Sherman? Why don't you come and help me clean up the living room?" Sally said.

"I'll help out, too," Puggsy said, knowing he owed it to Fangs (big time).

While they went into the living room Kevin turned to Biff and Kim, a bit concerned. "Um, listen, kids, did you, by any chance, notice anything… peculiar about Sherman, when you stayed with him?" he asked.

Kim looked at him, curiously. "Um, depends on how you describe, 'peculiar'," she replied.

"I meant, did he happen to, um… look a little different, later on?"

Biff looked into the living room, making sure Fangs wasn't listening. "You mean, about him being a… werewolf?" he asked. Kim nudged him, giving him an angry look, Don't push it! it seemed to say.

"So, you did see Fangface?"

Kim sighed. "Yes, yes we did." she replied. "B-But don't take it personally! He's actually really nice. You're a lucky dad to have him around."

Kevin sighed with relief. "I'm glad you're so calm about meeting him. …Most people aren't so patient."

Tell me about it. Kim thought, remembering how Puggsy acted toward Fangface. "Well, unless you spend a night with him and get to know him, he's not really so terrifying. We like him, at least."

His eyes widened, surprised. "You do?"

"Of course. He's a great guy- er, wolf." Biff said. "In fact, we were wondering, if it would be okay, if he hung around with us."

"And Fangs, too," Kim added.

Kevin smiled and shrugged. "Well, it's fine by me, but you'll have to ask him yourself," he said.

"Great, thanks!"

They walked into the living room, seeing that the magazines and pictures were picked up already, Sally was disposing of the broken lamp, and Fangs and Puggsy were turning the furniture back over. "Next time, we're ranshacking your house," Fangs hissed at Puggsy.

"Oh, shut it," Puggsy hissed back as they set a couch in an upright position.

"Thank you, boys," Sally said once they were done. "I'm glad they didn't break anything too valuable. …And it's amazing that they just wrecked the living room!"

Oops. The four teenagers thought at once, realizing their fluke. "I guess they didn't have a chance to get very far when the police showed up," Puggsy said, hoping they'd by his cover-story.

"Well, thank you again, kids, for sticking with our boy," Kevin said, then whispered to Kim and Biff. "And Fangface, too."

"No problem,"

"Hey, Fangs, would you like to come hang out with us?" Kim asked.

"Sure!" Fangs replied happily, then turned to his parents. "Can I?"

"Um, I don't know, Sherman," Sally said, skeptically. "I mean, our house was just broken into, and-"

"Dear, it's fine. Let him go out and have some fun, for once." Kevin said. "I think they know each other well enough." he emphasized 'know', hoping she would get the message.

"Huh?"

He whispered, "They know about Fangface,"

"Oh!" she smiled. "Well, I guess it would be okay, then. Go on and have fun, Sherman."

"Yes! Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad!" Fangs exclaimed, hugging both of his parents, then running out the door, pulling the others with him. "Lets go, guys!"

Fangs' parents watched him go. "Well, Sally, it looks like our son's finally found some friends," Kevin said.

"Thank Heaven for miracles," Sally sighed, smiling.

Once they were in town they sat outside the library (Puggsy advised them it would be a good place to hide, since none of Snake's gang ever went there). They then had to come up with an idea for their next plan: turn Fangs back into Fangface.

"Why do we need him?" Puggsy asked Biff while Fangs was with Kim out of earshot.

"Because, he's the only one who can sniff out those crooks," Biff replied. "Plus, we may need the rest of his prowess later on."

"But his sniffer snuffed out last time, remember? Besides, it's daylight. How are we supposed to get him to transform in broad daylight?"

Biff looked towards the library. "Well, we could find a book on werewolves and find out. C'mon."

Puggsy groaned, but followed Biff. "Hey, Kim! Fangs! C'mon!" And they followed him inside.

They explored the shelves in the 'Urban Legends' section, searching for a book on lycanthropy (that means werewolf transformation, for those of you who don't know). "Hey, how come we're looking for books on werewolves?" Fangs asked.

"Ah, just keep looking." Puggsy replied, looking along the shelves, irritated.

"Sheesh, just asking."

"Aha! Found one." Kim said, pulling out a book on classic folklores. She turned to a chapter on werewolves. "Listen to this, guys. It says here, that under the moon, people turn into werewolves."

Tell me something I don't know, Puggsy wanted to say, but held his tongue. He didn't want to get Kim upset again.

"But, it also says that people have transformed just by looking at pictures of the moon or objects that resemble it." That's probably how Fangface transformed into Fangs last night!

"Ah, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever hear-" Fangs scoffed, but was cut off short when he saw that there was a picture of the moon in the book.

And 1, 2, 3, Fangface appeared one tornado-transformation later. "AROOO!" he howled. He felt the adrenaline rush back to him, and he was bursting with energy, as usual. But, this time, he only had one thing on his mind. "Where's that pipsqueak, Pugs?"

"Something tells me I'd better hide," Puggsy said cautiously, grabbing a book and hiding his face around it, sneaking away from the werewolf, but he already noticed him.

"Hold it right there," Fangface grabbed Puggsy by the back of his shirt and hoisted him up. "(snarl) I've still got a bone to pick with you,"

"You're still holding a grudge? Oh, c'mon! Let it go!"

The werewolf glared at him. "Maybe I will (snarl) …if you apologize."

Puggsy stared at him in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

Fangface thought about it. "Hmm… Nope."

Puggsy crossed his arms and looked away, rebelliously. "Forget it. I ain't apologizing."

Fangface shook him once. "You'd better, or I'll… (grr!)" he shook him again.

"HEY!" An angry voice shouted. They turned and saw an elderly woman with thick lensed glasses- the librarian, by no doubt- standing angrily before them. "No animals are allowed in here! Out!"

"Animals?" Fangface looked around. "What animals?"

"She means you, numbskull," Puggsy snapped. Fangface growled at him, making him shut up.

"Out, right now!" The librarian snapped.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry for the disturbance." Kim said, shoving Fangface (still holding Puggsy) out the door, amazed that the woman didn't realize Fangface was a werewolf. "Wow, she didn't freak out or anything."

"Ah, she must have poor eye-sight if she can't recognize an ugly brute like him," Puggsy said, referring to Fangface.

"Hey!" Fangface snarled, shaking Puggsy some more. "Take that back!"

"Um, Fangface?" Biff said, tapping the werewolf on the shoulder. "Could you resolve your issue with Puggsy later? We need your help."

"Oh, sure," Fangface dropped Puggsy into a trash can (on purpose) and turned his full attention to Biff. "What do you need?"

"We need you to try to sniff those crooks out again, so we can find out what they're up to."

"Sure, no problem! I still got that one guy's scent memorized."

Puggsy climbed out of the trash can, spitting out garbage and shaking a banana peel off his head, then glared daggers at Fangface. "Why, I oughtta-" he rolled his sleeves up farther, ready to pick a fight with him. Kim held him back.

"Don't even think about it, Puggsy," Kim said. "You don't want to give him another reason to attack you." Puggsy sneered but put his fists down, letting out a deep breath.

"Fine. …I'll just wait until he turns back into Fangs."

Kim sighed, resting her face in her palm. "Oh, why do I even bother?"

Fangface got on all fours to begin his tracking, but Biff stopped him. "Hold on, we'd better not let you go out like this," he said, grabbing the werewolf's shoulder. "People will get a bit suspicious seeing a werewolf out in public."

"That, and those creepos might recognize his ugly mug, and we'd be doomified." Puggsy added.

"So, what are we going to do, then?" Kim asked, ignoring Puggsy's statement.

Biff thought about it, rubbing his chin. "I think I have an idea…" he said (there's that light bulb again!)

Snake normally didn't make rendezvous' during the day, especially since a few policemen were out, searching for some guy who tried to kidnap a girl, and any accomplices, and with Snake's character, the gang leader wouldn't be surprised if he was pinned as one. That's why he shifted uncomfortably when a fellow sent him a message, telling him to meet him in the alley behind the drug store at noon.

"You want me to do what?" Snake asked after meeting the man, who called himself Steve.

"Track down a group of kids," Steve replied. "You know this district better than anyone, and you've got enough kids to scout the area."

"I don't send my gang out looking for kids, man. Get the police to help." Snake kept his face straight. He could tell the man was in with some sort of mob, but he couldn't resist playing with him, waiting for an offer.

"This isn't a situation that should involve police, kid. My gang and I already are in it deep with them."

"So why don't you get your gang to search for these kids?"

"They're already searching," It was a lie, since the rest of the guys were told to lay low for a while, until the police's search for them died down. "We need more men to help out, and with you guys always running around, the police won't suspect much."

"That's a good point, but what's in it for my gang?"

Steve grinned. "The boss figured you'd ask that. He said he had an offer you couldn't refuse." he paused, waiting for his words to sink in. Snake leaned closer, intrigued. "Word on the street is that some punk goofed up one of your little schemes, and he's still out there… with a werewolf bodyguard."

Snake couldn't help but grin. "You're speaking my language. What's the deal?"

"Help us catch those kids and that werewolf, and you'll get your revenge for that boxer's flop."

Snake rubbed his chin, pretending to think the offer over. "Sounds good. …You's gonna take care of that mangy werewolf, too?"

"Most definitely. My boss, however, wishes to clarify his terms in person at this address later," he handed Snake a piece of paper.

Snake read the note, grimacing. "He'd better have a little something extra in mind if he's making the stakes THIS high." And they then parted ways as the gang leader went to round up his stooges.

"I feel stupid," Fangface muttered as he walked on the ground, sniffing the sidewalk for any trace of that crook's scent.

"You are stupid," Puggsy said, straining back a laugh. "So it's a good look for you."

"Ah, shut up!"

Biff's idea was to put a leash on Fangface and try to pass him off as a dog to blend in, though it wasn't too convincing. People would often pause and stare at the three teenagers and their large 'dog', whispering behind their backs. And it was hard for Puggsy to keep from bursting out into laughter at seeing the werewolf in such a position. (a/n: total FML for Fangface)

Puggsy held the leash in one hand, while stifling a laugh in the other. "You know, I always did want a dog," he joked. "But I didn't think it'd be this ridiculous-looking!"

"Watch it, or I'll put you on a leash!" Fangface snapped.

"Can't you guys go five minutes without a conflict?" Biff asked.

"I doubt it," Kim muttered.

They walked past a café, and Fangface looked through the window. But he saw his reflection before anything else (and you know what that means!). He suddenly stopped, then began howling and jumping on one foot in a circle, then fell to the ground, rotating on his shoulder, and then began spinning around- pulling Puggsy with him all the while.

"Hey! Whoa! Down boy!" Puggsy yelled, pulling back on the leash. "Stop acting like an ignorpotomas and track down those crooks!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Track! Track! Track!" Fangface exclaimed, then bolted down the sidewalk past several people, who stepped out of his way in surprise.

"WHOOOOAAAA!"

…Oh, yeah, and Puggsy was still holding on to the leash.

"What the heck…?" Kim cried, shocked at Fangface's unexplained behavior.

"C'mon, we've got to follow them!" Biff said, running after Fangface and Puggsy. Kim followed.

They had no idea that a kid in the alley watched them run by, grinning evilly.

A/N: I have to admit, this chapter was kind of fun to write :) Please R/R, but no flames.