This chapter is also a tribute to Paul Newman, who died on the day I started writing fanfics, which is also my birthday. May he live forever in our hearts.

Calico circled his trailer in thought. "Are they alright? Have they found them yet?"

The trailer door swung open and a white-haired man in a dark blue suit came in.

"Any luck finding them, Leon?" Calico asked.

Closing his clamshell phone, Leon sighed, "No."

"Oh, no…" Calico massaged his head with his hand. "By this time, they could've gotten anywhere. What do you suppose we do?"

"Well, while we can't do anything, we don't do anything. But let me tell you something, I think we can always do something." Leon replied.

"You're right. Come on, let's go." Calico said as they walked out of his trailer and out to the back of the studio.

From there, Calico immediately spotted something on top the nearby dumpster. A broken white leash.

"Hmm…" he went around the dumpster and saw another broken leash on the side and recognized it instantly.

"Well that was a quick treasure hunt." Leon said his hands in his pockets.

"These are Vic's and Matt's…they didn't look here did they?" Calico complained.

Leon shrugged.

Suddenly a shrill meow cut through the air. Both Calico and Leon looked to its direction.

"How convenient." Leon commented.

Another more painful meow went through their ears and the two sprinted for it, Calico leading the way.

They turned around the corner and ran across the sidewalk closer to the noise and they spotted a suspicious looking man, walking into the alleyway.

Calico tensed. They followed him in and what they saw was not what they wanted to see.

"'Stray cats adoption?'" Leon read the banner hanging above the multitude of cages in the alley. Amazingly it was very quiet, even though there were a lot of people.

The man at the stand saw them and said: "Can I help you gentlemen?" he too had an English accent.

Calico ran towards him. "Actually, yes. I am searching for an all-black cat and a furry gray one."

The man at the stand blinked twice. "Oh, I see you have one green eye. How strange…"

"Don't mind that- just tell me if you've seen one." Calico directed the man's attention from his oddly-colored sight organ.

"Are you taking any type of medication? If you are, it seems to have taken a peculiar effect on you. I am a doctor you know." The man asked.

"What do you care if my right eye is green?! Just tell me what you have!" Calico raised his voice.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir but if you can see from the banner, these are only orange and white cats."

Calico looked up at the much smaller print on the banner. 'Only orange and white cats' well, that was pretty straightforward.

Sighing, Calico thanked the felloe Englishman and went to Leon, who was on the phone.

"Okay," he heard his agent say. He turned to Calico. "Mr. McDowall," he called Calico. "I'm sorry, but we have to go back. We can't delay today's filming."

"Alright." He said. And they walked over to the studio.

Calico prepared himself for working with cat lookalikes.