Chapter 13! Finally got this done!
Meant to get this out last week but, was busy but, whatever... KATS!
All kat chapter, enjoy!
Don Gato y Su Pandilla (Top Cat and His Gang), Súper Fisgón (Super Snooper), Jake Clawson (Jake Clawson), and Chance Furlong (Chance Furlong) belong to Hanna-Barbera
Chapter name reference: Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue
Chapter 13: Kats, Kats, Kats
If there was one thing thing in the whole world that pissed Super Snooper off to no end, it was the constant teasing and bullying he frequently gets. It seriously gets on his nerves.
You see, Snoop, as people sometimes called him, had been declawed since he was just a kitten and whether it was a jock like Chance Furlong, a techie like Jake Clawson or delinquents like fricken' Top Cat and his gang, they all thought that same thing: You can't be a real kat unless you have claws to show for it. And since, Super Snooper hasn't got any- yeah.
Today was no different. After school let out, Snoop was headed for home when he encounter Top Cat and his gang peeling fruits with their claws.
Snoop couldn't help but feel a little jealous because while anyone can peel a fruit, kats have been known for making it a work of art. Surprisingly, even Top Cat's gang member, Brain was good at it.
Top Cat must have caught him, staring because he just came up to him to talk.
"Hey, if it isn't our wonderful hall monitor, what are you still doing here? The bell already rang and school's been out. Plus, we haven't done anything illegal."
"Yet," said Snoop, flatly.
Top Cat must've not have heard or pretended not to, since was still acting nice toward him, relatively speaking. He put his paw on Snoop's shoulder, saying, "Snoop, Snoop, Snoop, please why don't you mind your own beeswax for once?"
"Maybe, because, you're on probation," replied Snoop, dryly, slapping the yellow paw off his shoulder.
"Hey, now," Top Cat causally said, "We're just peeling fruit."
Snoop looked like he was about to say something but, was interrupted by a helicopter flying overhead.
"That's my ride," said Top Cat, smirking, climbing up a nearby lamp post, pulling out a grappling gun, seemingly out of nowhere.
Snoop, crossing his arms, asked, "Alright, T.C., where did you get that?"
Top Cat replied in his casual way, "You know that Undercover gives away the best toys," with that he shot out his grappling hook at the helicopter's landing skids and flew away while looking really cool.
After staring at the spot where Top Cat previously stood, Snoop looked back at Top Cat's own gang members and immediately did not like the rather malicious looks they were giving.
. . .
Meanwhile, longtime best friends, Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong was currently engaged in some friendly competition.
Racing down the street, the two were working out the kinks in their latest obstacle course that they were on.
Still, Jake had something on his mind that he'd been meaning to ask Chance for a while now.
"Chance, how come we do our obstacle courses, we never use a pool?"
Chance stopped dead in his tracks and attempted to babble a decent answer without revealing the shameful truth. Obviously, judging by, the expression on Jake's face, he wasn't buying it. While, searching for a good excuse, Chance noticed the lid on the nearby dumpster was shaking.
"Jake, you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"No, answer my question."
"But-"
"I don't want to have to question our friendship, Furlong."
Chance, followed by Jake, walked off and began to answer, much to his humiliation.
. . .
"So, guys, you think T.C.'s gonna get mad at us for what we did to 'Super Blooper'?"
"Nah," answered Fancy-Fancy, very casually, "T.C. won't care."
Spook then added, "Like, besides, us kats are always, like, making fun of their little freako. What with his lack of claws and all. It was, like, only a matter of time."
"Yeah!" shouted the gang, raising their fists, punching the air.
"I still say Top Cat's gonna get pissed," said Benny, crossing his arms, "Let's talk about something else."
"Girls?" suggested Brain.
Fancy-Fancy then exclaimed, "Now, you're speakin' my language!"
"I heard that the guys are planning to spy on the girls at their sleepover," said Choo-Choo.
"Oh man!" exclaimed Fancy-Fancy with disappointment, "T.C. never lets us go to those things!"
"With good reason," Benny pointed out.
"Killjoy."
"Like, what about the Cattanooga Cats concert," asked Spook.
"The sold-out Cattanooga Cats concert," corrected Benny, "But, I'm sure that the girls have their tickets."
"Lucky bitches," commented Spook, through grit teeth, before exclaiming, "Wait a minute! I, like, know a guy!"
"So, do we."
"No, I know how to get to that concert!"
"Totally radical!"
Spook then blinked, asking confused, "The CN Real is wrong with you?"
"...Lets talk about something else."
Brain then suggested, "Trixie?"
The whole gang then burst out into laughter as laughter as they thought about her. Trixie was a grey furred she-cat with short orange hair who wasn't a student at Hanna-Barbera High but, always seems to show up at parties. She's a self-proclaimed 'Rock 'n Roll Queen' and Top Cat obviously has a mega crush on her.
The gang all spent the rest of the walk, talking about their leader's crush on that rocker chick, laughing at him, until they heard someone clear his throat. Looking up they saw that, it was Top Cat, angry with his arms crossed and tapping his foot.
"Busted," commented Brain.
To Be Continued...
A little short but still good, I guess.
Not sure what to say, so, see ya later, dudes!
By the by, That CN Real bit was just because I didn't feel like writing 'Hell', I could but, didn't feel like it.