Disclaimer: thanks to Timon64, Ardtornismyname, Lerans and to carlos13 for faving and following this story, oh, and also the same goes with 'Furrball's Confessions!' I'm glad I got your attention. Now then, let's get started, OC's are owned by me, the rest of them belong to Warner Bros. and Steven Spielberg. Enjoy!
Chapter 5
It was morning and the Alley Cats went out to search for their own food given the circumstances involving the late O'Wildec. Most of them had the fortunate fate to find some leftover breakfast sandwiches that were lazily tossed at public trash cans rather than in. Others had better luck when they waited outside the back of restaurants when cooks would bring leftover scraps from the night before. The weird thing was that not one of them spoke of their fallen comrade, Lious merely shook it off and Nicus eventually dropped the thought alone while the other cats took it pretty hard, especially Whisk and Mestic.
They thought about it since they witnessed the driver and passenger cleaning and wiping off O'Wildec's remains from the vehicle, from what they've witnessed in all the alley wars they had, for some reason, this was considered the worst they've seen.
Breakfast time was over and the Alley Cats regrouped with Nicus leading them back, Lious wasted no time in returning back to their sewer. Back in the sewer Mestic isolated himself from the group, he gave a nod to Whisk to signal why he was walking away. Lid noticed this and followed him from a distance. Lious too, noticed this and Nicus looked in the same direction, the grey cat was ready to bring them back but his boss held out a paw, "aw leave 'em," he ordered, "let her comfort her bad boy, he got less time than her anyway."
Mestic stopped at a darker area where he could see the surface, he sat down and took off his fedora. Lid slowly walked up to him, "how was he?" she asked him, "O'Wildec…was it that bad?"
The dark-blue cat looked up with an angrily confused scowl, "what kind of question is that?!" he yelled, "think back to the last time he got hit by a car…ten times worse than that!"
Lid looked down, embarrassed, she looked at him again, "so, they say he was purposely thrown in front of them, did they say how?"
"I think the real question here is who, O'Wildec was an idiot but he sure wouldn't toss himself in front of a moving truck."
"That didn't stop him from doing it before."
"He was surrounded by us and some rival Alley inhabitants, he wanted to prove somethin' last time, I doubt there was anyone else in that alley with him to show off to."
"Then how do you explain the near-empty sack of food?"
"O'Wildec, I think that just answered your question."
…
Furrball took off his coat and placed it on the doorknob, his crow sat on top of the door it belonged to. He saw the newspapers and began to read every single article involving the Toons from his death until recently. Just as he was about to get started, the newspaper boy arrived and threw the day's paper through the window rather harsh. It came in so fast that it almost struck Furrball in the face had it not been for the crow's caws of warning. The revived cat had the whole day until nighttime to catch up so he can go out and get some more answers. The crow saw the papers with him, the cat read about the Bills everyone tried to pass in order for his investigation to go through but came up short, he read about the Tiny Toons' breakthroughs and about the Looney Tunes' new show, he was very surprised at that one. Other articles included the full story on his investigation, the petitions, other world events, how eventually his search was called off before it even began and even about a new bar that food critics and Acme Acres club clique recommended called Dizzy's Bar & Grill.
"Wait," Furrball though for a moment until a vision appeared.
They usually at Dizzy's Bar & Grill at night, you can catch 'em tomorra'…
"Dizzy's," Furrball thought, "he made a career out of partying," the cat looked over and saw the address. He motioned for his crow to look over it too, a minute later the crow flew off to search for the bar to guide the revived one later that night. Furrball spent the rest of that time reading more articles that caught his interest.
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Fifi woke up to the sound of ringing, no, not her alarm clock but by her phone. The skunkette reached for it to turn it off but her eye caught a glimpse of the caller I.D. and answered, "Bonjour?"
"Heee-llooooooo-oooooohhhh!" Babs said on the other line, causing Fifi to giggle, "Babs! Mon amie, 'ow eez' everyz'hing?"
"I'm feeling a bit…glowy, if that's even a word, I mean I am pregnant."
"Oui, ze' leetle' one is due any day now, no?"
"Yup, and we're really excited an-aha-ahahahaha!"
"Babs? Vhat eez' so funny?"
"Haha, oh it's nothing, it's just that Buster's feeling on my stomach, he's trying to feel the baby kick."
"OW!" Buster was heard on the other line as he fell on the ground, "kid's got his mother's strength," he said dizzily as he fainted.
"See?"
The girls laughed, "Listen, Feef," Babs said, "the reason I called was to see if you can ask Dizzy if it's okay if we can do a baby shower at the bar, I know he'd like for all of us to get together again."
"Oui, Babs, je was 'oping zhat' you'd say zhat' I'll let 'im know!"
"Great! I'll have Buster and Bugs call out for the invitations today, I'll see ya' this weekend!"
The girls said their goodbyes, that phone call was the highlight of their mornings. Fifi turned over to give Hamton the exciting news but to her surprise he wasn't there, "'Amton? Vhere' did he go?"
…
Hamton was already downstairs in the living room, looking at his ringing phone. Since he turned it on it notified him that he had two missed calls from the previous night, both of which came from the same number. The pig saw the caller I.D. and continued to stare at it until it stopped. Hamton was almost relieved that the call ended before it began but to his shock, the phone notified him that she left a voicemail. He didn't want to listen to it but the temptation proved too much. He pressed and held it to his ear.
Hamton, it's me…I know it was you who called me last night. If you really want to talk to me, don't do it on the phone, we both know how you are when it comes down to that. Please, I know things are different but you can't just call me and not say something, I hope you can understand that. I'm here if you need me. I want to talk things out with you…if you want us to.
Hamton hung up on the voicemail as Fifi came running in to inform the pig about the baby shower for the Bunnies. When she asked who was on the phone with him he said that it was Dizzy telling him that he won't need him for the night. When Fifi went to go make their breakfast, Hamton excused himself from her and went to the other side of their house and made another call.
"Hello, Dizzy? It's Hamton, listen, I won't be able to deejay tonight, I've got something to do."
…
That night Shirley and Plucky arrived at their condo after filming another episode of her show.
"Like, ugh, my head hurts," the Loon exclaimed, rubbing her temples, "I need to rest up before I make dinner."
"Eh don't worry about that," Plucky reassured her.
"Like, really, Plucky?"
"Sh'ure, you'll have plenty of time to make me dinner when we're married, onc'sh we make with'sh the I-do'sh you can head sh'traight to the kitchen after the Honeymoon."
"You know what, I'd hit you but I'm way too tired to deal with your mondo stupidity, I'm gonna' go lie down"
"Sh'uit yoursh'elf, I sh'till have time to watch the game!" The green mallard ran off to the living room and turned on the TV leaving his fiancé and his executive clothes still floating right by her. She left to their bedroom and the exec clothes fell to the floor. Once in there, Shirley collapsed on the bed and spread herself nearly covering the queen-size bed. She reached for her phone to put it on silent as to not be disturbed but it started to ring. "Like, really?" she was ready to ignore it but she saw the caller I.D. and picked up.
"Like, hey Babs."
"Heloooooo Shirley Duck!"
Shirley laughed, "well, not yet anyway," she yawned, "hey listen, mother-to-be, can we like, talk later? I just got home from work and I'm exhausted."
"Oh, sorry, I'll make this quick then, me and Buster's baby shower is this weekend at Dizzy's, I'm inviting you and Plucky to come over."
"Aww, like, thanks for the invite, sure we'll be there."
"Great, I'll see you then, byyyeeeee!"
"Oh wait, Babs!"
"Yeah?"
"Who else is, like, going?"
"Mmm…family, friends, even our Acme mentors will be there."
Suddenly, Shirley wasn't so tired anymore, "will Fifi be there?" she asked the pink bunny, "of course," she replied, "she's still our friend…surprisingly."
"Yeah, like, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
Babs' tone changed to a more serious one, "there's nothing to talk about," Babs said quietly, "we promised not to Fifi about what happened to Furrball until the time was right."
"But that's the thing, I like, don't think it's right."
"What, Fifi still being our friend or the fact that we can't tell her the truth?"
"The truth…but it's like, not how it is."
"I don't get it."
"Babs, did that 'truth' even sound accurate to you?"
Babs thought about it and even she knew when lies could be spewed, "come to think of it, Furrball running into an old flame and running off with her does seem farfetched."
"Exactly," Shirley stated, "it's been bothering me for a while now but I didn't know how to comply with it."
"So what are you saying?"
"Babs…I think my visions lied to me."
…
Whisk left the Alley Cats to reason with his thoughts, he invited Mestic but Lid convinced him to stay with her instead. The white cat invited Tus so he could vent out when he saw the remains of O'Wildec. The two roamed the alleys until they decided to drop in at Dizzy's for a while. When they arrived they had serious looks on their faces, intimidating if not, due to Tus' eye patch, so Fifi and the girls were prepared for whatever they planned on doing. Whisk and Tus arrived at their usual table and ordered the drinks, Jesse didn't want Fifi to deal with them like she did before despite only being two of them but the skunkette insisted so she took their calls.
"Alright boys," she said, "vhat' vill' it be?"
"Bring us back three, the third one's for you, purple flower," Tus flirted, "after all, you're our favorite girlie here." Fifi took the compliment with annoyance but still turned around to obey. Tus was about to smack her tail when her back was turned but the purple skunk turned her head back slightly around to shoot the Alley Cat a death glare. He sheepishly brought his paw back and she continued on with her business.
"So what'd you hear?" Tus asked while waiting on Fifi, "the guy kept driving despite already runnin' down O'Wildec?"
"Yeah, he seemed just as shocked as us," Whisk replied, "what I don't get is that he kept saying that the little runt was purposely punted in front of the truck."
"I don't think O'Wildec was stupid enough to do that, we discussed this earlier."
"I know, but still."
Fifi returned with their drinks and was about to walk away until she felt a tug at her arm. "I believe my friend here paid for that third one for you, love," Whisk informed her. Fifi didn't want to stick around with them but a free drink was a free drink and she clearly saw that neither cat slipped anything in it so she angrily grabbed for it.
"A toast," Whisk stated as Tus lifted his glass with him, he jabbed his tail at Fifi's side for her to do the same, much to her dismay. "A toast to O'Wildec, he may have been an idiot, a crazy imbecile-"
"-And a glutton," Tus smugly put out there.
"But damn," Whisk continued, "was he fun to watch or what?!" The two cats gulped down their drinks while Fifi slowly tried hers. With no words left to say, she began to walk away when Whisk grabbed for her again.
"Vhat' does vous want?!" Fifi demanded, "well nothing, love," Whisk tried calming her down, "I just wanted you to join us."
"Merci, but je 'as to get back to v'work."
"Well consider this your break," said Tus, "here, sit wit' us." Fifi saw him pull out the chair and she sat down with them. To make it seem less awkward she spoke up before they could, "uhhmmm, who's O'Vildec?" she asked them, their faces scrunched a little when she asked that question, the purple skunk started to regret asking.
"He's our comrade," Tus answered her.
"Was our comrade," Whisk corrected him, "you remember him, love, he was the one who made the first move on you last time we were here." Fifi remembered him, "oui, 'im," she said, a tone of annoyance in her voice, "vhere' eez' zhat' lee'tle punk?"
"He's dead," Whisk replied, causing the skunkette to look a little embarrassed, "je eez'…so sorry."
"That's why you're joinin' us," Tus told her, the grin on his face almost freaked Fifi out, "matta' fact, here," the eye-patched cat took out some more money and handed it to her, "bring us back three more drinks, tonight we'll honor our fallen feline friend!"
"Which one?" Whisk asked, "O'Wildec or Fur-"
"You know who I mean!" Tus looked at the white cat who almost spilled his guts, Fifi gave them a confused glare but went to the back, this time she was only bringing back two drinks so as not to fall for whatever crazy plan they had for her.
"You know," Tus told Whisk, "it's a good thing we're cats, it's easy for one to get this much money 'cause no one will hear you in the house, no one will suspect you,-"
"No one will search or question you either," Whisk agreed. Fifi returned with their second round and enjoyed the rest of the night full of unwanted compliments and unwelcome flirting, how she wished the night could finally come to an end. The purple skunk thought that someone she last saw the night prior had died within a day was pretty strange, "how did O'Vildec…pass on?"
"He was run over," Tus casually said, "a truck hit him, took his last life."
"I found him this morning," Whisk spoke out. They told Fifi the story and she regretted asking in the first place. She eventually managed to escape their table and continue her duties. During her official break, she informed the girls about the deceased cat.
…
Last call was made and everyone was starting to leave, everyone who was dancing finally had enough and those who were drinking were carried out due to the amount of alcohol consumed. Fifi and the girls were relieved that with Tus and Whisk being the only Alley Cats present, it was another trouble-free night, but how long was this streak going to last?
Whisk and Tus were still at their table and the girls noticed, the cats didn't seem to notice, much less care that last call was just made. "I'll take care of them," Jesse declared, "non, I 'vill," Fifi interrupted.
"No Fifi, you've already done enough with them for tonight."
"Je can take care of moi's self, I may be ze' youngest but I'm not a baby." To prove herself right she marched right over to them, "last call vas' jus' made an' vous 'as to go," she told them, "je eez' so sorry for your amie but ze' night eez' over." The Alley Cats looked up at her with vicious looks in their eyes, they got up as if they were ready to attack but instead burst out laughing.
"You're a cute one, love!" exclaimed Whisk.
"Ehh, yeah, we're outta' here," Tus chuckled, "have a good night…purple flower." Fifi and the girls watched as the two cats exited the bar.
"See?" Fifi turned around to flash the girls a witty smile, "je told vous I could do 'eet."
…
Outside the bar stood Whisk and Tus, "let's wait out here for her," he told Tus, "maybe we can give her a final goodnight."
"Get over here," Tus led his white companion to a nearby alley, "if you keep talking like that then we could get caught."
A crow cawed and landed right beside them on top of a Dumpster, "oh look," Tus mocked, "he wants to join in on this too," Whisk laughed, "Polly gonna' get a purple cracker tonight!" They laughed and continued to plot their little plan.
"When she leaves, let's follow her to her car and sweet-talk her so she'll let her guard down, then we'll continue the conversation and "apologize" for our behavior."
"She won't even report us, everyone knows that skunks are very attracted to cats." They laughed, "when she least expects it…we'll take it from there."
Whisk turned around to see the crow still perched on the Dumpster, "you can watch," he mocked, "enjoy the show." The two cats peeked around the building waiting for their target until they heard something fall right behind them.
"What was that?" an alerted Whisk looked around, "who's there?!" called out Tus. They saw the crow fly towards the far end of the dark alley and disappear into the shadows. They heard footsteps…no, pawsteps.
They saw a black-clad figure slowly emerge from the shadows, he was walking towards them, "who are you?" Tus demanded, both he and Whisk took out their own switchblades and pointed them at him, the cats also noticed that the figure had the crow perched on his shoulder until it flew back on top of the Dumpster it was on earlier.
"I believe my friend here was expecting a…performance here tonight," Furrball said, pointing at his crow, "now then…it's show time."
To be continued…
A/N: Somewhat of a filler chapter but it's all I could come up with just to create more build-up. I feel I should clear some things up for those who missed it or don't know: Chapter 1 takes place during the ending of 'Furrball's Confessions,' that's why I recommended it for you guys to check it out so you don't get lost in this story. Chapter 2 and onwards takes place 1 ½ years after 'A Love This Strong.' And finally, only seven Alley Cats are OC's owned by me, the other two appear on TTA, they are Lious and Nicus. They're the ones who chased Furrball around in 'Furrball Follies.' Now that you're caught up, if you are, that is, I hope you enjoyed the story, next week, our favorite unlucky cat will get more action. Thanks for reading, leave your reviews and I'll be back next week with an update, until then!