The Sharing Moose was on an assigned heist with the Oso brothers and a monkey thug. The moose was supposed to rob a random couple by the movie theater, the others were back-up in case of emergency. Sitting in a dark van, Rico was keeping watch for victims. Suddenly he sat up, "There, just coming in front!"

The Sharing Moose looked out the window and saw the silhouettes of two ducks, two familiar-looking ducks...wait a minute..."That's Quacky and his girl!" the moose sat back, "He's my best friend, I can't rob him!"

"Do it..." the two bears growled at him, narrowing their eyes. The unfortunate moose looked back to the ducks and slowly shook his head. "Okay," he was grabbed and quickly bound and gagged.

Quacky held onto Brooke's arm and gently pulled her into a hug, the hen (A.N. female ducks are called hens, males are drakes) blushing lightly. Quacky smiled, bracing himself to give her a kiss...their first. Suddenly another hand grabbed Brooke's arm and yanked her towards a burly monkey who held a gun to her side and commanded, "Give me your dough."

"DON'T HURT HER!" the drake nearly screeched and fell to his knees. Luckily, a pair of water buffalo (A.N. 100 imaginary dollars to whoever can tell me who!) about to walk out of the theater saw what was happening and called T.U.F.F.

"Rico my brother, that heist went perfectly!" complimented Osito as he drove down the street, the monkey in the passenger seat looking through the ducks' wallet and purse.

"Osito, U-R-D best!" the older brother returned from his position in the back, standing guard over the still-bound moose.

"Are you guys gonna untie me?" the moose tried to sound calm.

The bear smiled with narrowed eyes, "Brock is gonna bite you head off!" At that moment the van jerked to a stop, tossing the bear and moose into the backs of the front seats. "WHAT YOU DO THAT FOR, MANS!?" Rico growled, rubbing his back.

"Is that tough car, mans!" Osito excused himself as he put the van in reverse. The monkey and Rico leaned out of windows, shooting guns at the approaching T.U.F.F. mobile.

Finny stayed back a short distance, waiting for the thieves to run out of ammo before he rammed into their van, launching it forward into a fire hydrant. As two bears and a monkey exited the vehicle, Finny's temporary partner Vicky hopped out and attacked them, pounding the villains to a pulp before tossing them to Finny to be handcuffed. Then she and the rat checked the van, surprised to see a moose tied up in the back.

At the police station, Quacky and Brooke identified the monkey. The T.U.F.F. agents recognized the Oso brothers, landing the two bears in jail. The Sharing Moose was let off with a warning. "What about Brock?" he twitched slightly, "He's gonna find out about this, he's gonna kill me!" Quacky had never seen his friend quite this paranoid before; it scared him a little.

"First you tell me where I can find Brock, then I'll lock 'im up so ya don' hafta worry 'bout it!" Finny pulled out a small notepad and pencil, Vicky on his shoulder. "An' if you really worried, I can prob'ly get ya in the Witness Protection."

The Sharing Moose calmed a bit, "He moves to a new hideout every night, but I can tell you where I've been."

A large number of villains was quickly rounded up and jailed. Brock, however, was not among those found, and he declared war on the city. T.U.F.F. hq, D.O.O.M. hq, F.L.O.P.P. hq, and a few other institutions were frequently shot at; citizens had to duck as vans careened down the streets in drive-by shootings; anyone walking by a dark alley would be pummeled without a clear visual of the perpetrators. Even the villains who had not joined Brock's network became too frightened to leave their homes.

"This really stinks!" whined Chameleon as he and Wangero huddled under a table in the basement. Outside, guns fired at miscellaneous targets.

Wangero trembled and scooted closer to the other reptile, "Is just like in Africa, except home it is the police who shoot, and they come into homes."

"Thanks for the added pressure!" Chameleon nearly shouted, apologizing when he saw the frightened look on his friend's face.

"If we can get agents in the nearby buildings, we can catch the guys shootin' at us, right?" Finny looked around at the other T.U.F.F. agents, looking at a map of the area around their headquarters.

"It's our best bet," the Chief muttered. "Byron, what do you think?"The Sharing Moose, now called Byron, could only shrug.

The next day, a large number of familiar-looking monkeys were arrested, halting most of the shootings in Petropolis.