A/N: Final chapter is out at last! This is a very short chapter and I managed to get this thing out the same day it was written. On to the story.

An hour of nerve-wracking waiting had passed as the dalmatians and the canal crew waited for Fergus to wake up. They sat loyally by Fergus' side as he laid peacefully on the bed in the infirmary. He was no longer wearing his flashy red fur coat, which Dolly threw in the trash, and now his orange fur was now frazzled. Dylan paced around the room with an expression of mild concern, until he noticed movement on the bed. He stopped, and looked.

Fergus was waking up! He groaned, then scratched his side. Then, he leaned up and looked around confused taking in his new surroundings. He frowned and looked at his friends. "Can somebody tell me why I'm wearing glasses?" Fergus asked befuddled.

Without giving the fox time to collect his thoughts, Dylan rushed up to him and immediately started pelting him with questions. "Oh my dog, are you hurt Fergus? That was a ten pound bowling ball, tell me where it hurts! Are you bleeding? Let me get a look," asked Dylan frantically as he pulled Fergus into sitting up so he could inspect him. Dylan fervently gave his fox friend's head a thorough look-over. Then, he calmed down and let out a sigh of relief. "Good, no bleeding."

Fergus then took his glasses off, looked at them curiously for a bit, then tossed them off to the side. He then turned to face Dylan and smiled. "Relax, D-Dawg. I'm a-okay, nothing could ever hurt this fox. Not even the toughest of strays," said Fergus with renewed vigor. That caught everyone by surprise when Fergus said "D-Dawg", that wasn't very refined.

"Wait up, do the shimmy, Fergus!" Dolly called out frantically. She had to be sure.

"Shimmy? Say no more," said Fergus enthusiastically. He let out a small grunt as he slid off the bed. And then, he bent over backwards with a quick flick and curled his body with a slick grace. "Check it out." He gave the dalmatians and the canal crew a toothy grin, gold tooth twinkling. A perfect shimmy, Fergus style.

It was a breathe of fresh air for Dylan, Dolly, Dawkins, Sid, and Big Fee. Like the clouds finally clearing after a bad rain storm to give way to the cheery smiling sun behind them. Fergus was back to his old sly streetwise self! No more powderpuff nonsense. Dylan wrapped his arms around Fergus and pulled him into a tight, "don't scare us like that again" hug. Fergus' eyes widened slightly in surprise, but his smile became tender as he embraced the hug. "Your memories are back. We were all scared that you'd be a caviar-eating snob forever," said Dylan with relief, holding back tears.

"Ugh, caviar? That stuff is gross," replied Fergus making a face.

"Yeah, that would've been a real nightmare come true. One Clarissa is bad enough to live with," said Dolly feeling much happier that Fergus was his true self again.

Dawkins took a shuddering breath holding a calculator and notepad. "There was a 45 percent chance increase that this would fail from the stress that was induced trying to catch him," stated Dawkins analytically. His eyebrows furrowed and he chucked the calculator and notepad. "Forget my silly blabbering, Fergus' mental state has been restored!" Dawkins beamed realizing how ridiculous it was to be making predictions now. Besides, he was starting to sound like Dante.

"Long live the canal crew!" Sid declared beating his chest. "Won't be needing to return home to orchard, thankfully," muttered Sid under his breath, relieved he won't have to deal with his big brother punking him for not making something of himself. Or living off of apples for that matter.

Big Fee chuckled in triumph. "Why don't you say we celebrate by sneaking backstage to a rock concert and drink until dawn?" She offered in a nonchalant tone of voice. Nothing sounded better than having reckless fun like the old days when the canal crew was fresh on the block. She then paused, realizing what Sid had said. Big Fee then whipped her head around raising an eyebrow as she looked at Sid with disapproval. "Did you just say return to the orchard? You were thinking of leaving me on my own, weren't yah! I ought'a clobber you for that," chided Big Fee clenching her fists.

Sid pretended that no one was talking and simply whistled cluelessly. Fergus tossed his head back and chuckled. "Sounds like you lads have gotten along just fine while I was out. Come on, let's get back to the canal. And tonight. . . we're getting lit," said Fergus in a bright tone of voice, his characteristic street slur having returned. He didn't know what it was with the fancy attire and talk of fish eggs when he woke up, but he wanted no part of it. Being prim and proper was tacky to him, living wild and unfettered was the life for him.

The canal crew, now reunited, walked together now whole again to the front door. They could hear the river canal calling them back to bring the loud back to the canal. And that was a call they wouldn't leave unanswered. They waved their farewells to the loyal dalmatians who'd helped their leader find himself again (and saved the canal crew from being disbanded, a day in which Pearl longed for to come). "That's why you lads are the only dogs on the block I'm down with like that. I can't believe what I turned into while I was out of it," said Fergus earnestly.

"Anytime, Fergus. Anytime. I'll never let my best bud get ripped away without a fight," said Dylan with a melancholic smile.

"You've got spirit, D-Dawg. Let it show more, and you'll be on your way to being a wild dog," replied Fergus with a wink.

Dylan chuckled bashfully. "I'll work on it," he said faintly.

"If you see Clarissa. . . tell her I said, 'in your face!'" Dolly said pridefully. She crossed her arms with a toothy smirk.

"Are you kidding me? Those high rollers can kick rocks," chimed in Sid with contempt for the rich dogs who had brainwashed his leader. His expression softened and he looked at the dalmatians. "You know somethin'? You dalmatians are alright," he said nodding. "And thanks. . . for pulling through for Fergy."

"What he said," piped up Big Fee jutting a finger at Sid.

Dylan, Dolly, and Dawkins collectively shrugged as if to say "it was nothing, don't sweat it".

Fergus tipped his invisible hat off and clicked his tongue giving Dolly the finger guns. Then he whirled around and continued walking with his gang. They opened the front door and stepped out, only to be greeted by a certain corgi with her entourage. They looked awfully serious, but when they saw that it was Fergus who had come out they turned their frowned expressions into ones of concern.

"My goodness, Blake! Have the ruff-raff done anything horrible to you?" Clarissa asked in a voice full of worry. "I know they can be absolute brutes when it comes to how they treated you," she murmured with disdain. Secretly, she regretted leaving Fergus with the ruff-raff when she ran off to go dry off after getting water ballooned. They were a bad influence on him and would undermine her efforts to shape him in her image.

Fergus' eyebrows knitted and he looked at Clarissa befuddled. "Uhh, who's Blake?" He shrugged thinking that Clarissa was looking for another fox in the area who looked just like him. "By the by, Dolly says. . . " He puffed out his chest taking in a large gulp of air. "In your face!" He exclaimed passionately.

Clarissa's eyes widened in shock.

Dolly, who was watching the whole thing, snickered to herself. Fergus, Sid, and Big Fee walked past Clarissa and her two fancy friends enroute to the river canal completely disregarding the corgi.

While the canal crew walked down the sidewalk into the golden horizon, Clarissa ran after them not wanting to lose her prince charming. "Wait, Blake, come back! You can't leave us like this!" Clarissa called out desperately.

"Those rodents have fleas," she tried, prissy feet skipping along.

"I have some more strawberry milk if you'd just come over for a while." Clarissa stopped, panting for breath, as she watched Fergus and the canal crew vanish into the distance. "No-o-o! Don't leave me-e-e! I gave you everything," wailed Clarissa.

Angrily, Clarissa huffed and marched back to the Dalmatians' door. "How dare you, do you know how long it took one to reeducate such an ill-mannered fox?" Clarissa said with barely-contained rage.

Dylan smirked and looked at Dolly knowingly. "Dolly? Mind taking out the trash?" He asked conspiratorially.

"I've got this," replied Dolly with a wicked grin. Dolly's back leg reached behind and rolled in her skateboard. Then, she skillfully shoved the skateboard out the door — sending it speeding towards Clarissa, Prunella, and Arabella who all screamed. The skateboard scooped up the powderpuffs and took them for a ride, then veered onto the opposite side of the street. It then went careening full-speed into the distance sending the powderpuffs packing as they held on for dear life. The Dalmatians would be spared much of the headache of playing outdoors with Clarissa out of the neighborhood.

An echo of Clarissa's pained wailing could be heard from afar. "Ough, the ruff-raff took him from me!"

Laughter dying out, Dolly wrapped an arm around her brother Dylan's neck. "Losers," she remarked.

The End

A/N: Special thanks to Danukistudios for requesting this story. It was a great concept that works well for an episodic fanfic. A special episode where Fergus gets the spotlight, promos and all. That wraps up this story, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!