Journey of an Unknown Hero

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.:One Child:.

The snow was soft as it danced lightly to the ground. The buildings were alive with Christmas lights and even some people dancing here and there. Toons had also joined the fun in the small town known Lonoke. Jolly music could be heard as both humans and toons danced until their hearts content. The dancing was mainly in the center of town, where a courthouse stood tall and proud. On its large steps were a band, both of humans and toons. The music was upbeat and lively, causing joy to fill in the hearts of everyone.

One toon was sitting on the eagle statue. It was clear she was on the weasel origin, but, alas, unlike most toon weasels, she had a long and fluffy tail. A smile was on her fluffy, auburn face as her golden hair fell down over her shoulders. In her paws was a little kit, who was most likely about two years old. The kit smiled and giggled, bouncing in her mother’s arm. The kit was a great contrast to her mother, making it clear her father had dominated genes. The kit was female, with oval, violet eyes that seemed to glow on this joyous night. Her fur was as white as the snow while midnight blue hair fell from her head and covered her small ears. Her tail formed an S shape as she clung onto her mother’s blue shirt, snuggling into her strawberry scent.

A shot was heard and the band stopped at a halt. People slowed their dancing as murmuring began, everyone looking west for what had happened. The mother weasel held her daughter close, her eyes wide. Seconds passed as everyone became silent, their heartbeats the only music right now.

Soon, the hooves of a horse reached the mother and everyone else, including the kit. Peeking out, she blinked as nothing was there. The hooves were in a pattern like a clock. Tick….tock….tick…tock. The lights on the town were soon blown out, gaining a gasp from some, even a quiet scream.

Families clung onto each others, men standing in front with a pitchfork or any other kind a farming tool. Women held onto their young children for dear life as the female teenagers comforted their mothers, the males standing close to their fathers, a similar weapon in their hand.

The mother weasel felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped, turning to find it was only a paw and the paw belong to Copper. His brown eyes stared at her as he glanced back to the west, where the hooves had not stopped. Finally he broke the silence, murmuring, “It’s the Heartless…”

No one else could hear him. They were all too busy guarding their family. The mother stared at Copper, glancing back to the west before asking, “Are you sure,” in a hushed tone.

He nodded; his floppy ears hanging lower than normal. “No one will live,” his gaze trailed down to the kit, who was staring up at him. He looked back at the mother. She bit her lip, her white teeth glowing in the night as warm tears started to fall down her cheeks. She looked down at her kit, and kissed her nose and her head, murmuring, “I love you.”

She looked back at Copper and placed her around her neck. “You hang on to Copper, okay, baby?” The little one nodded, understanding as she gripped his color. The dog licked the mother’s face before running to the east, where silence met him. His paws hit the ground hard as he went as fast as he could, the kit hanging onto his collar. Screams were soon heard as growls and metals clanked. Even then, the dog didn’t stop. His breath came out in puffs of clouds as his ears flew out behind him, never hitting the kit.

The dog was hit with an arrow and the kit screamed, rolling to the ground as Copper fell into a tree. He yelped before falling into the snow, his eyes closing in pain. The kit hugged herself as she looked around her, trying to figure out what to do. She whimpered when she noticed the shadows were moving.

Hands seem to pull shadows up as yellow, glowing, eyes blinked at her. Walking from the shadows was another being. She was clearly some type of spider, red legs thin and sharp with eyes of glowing red. Her frame was thin until you came to her legs, then it jutted out to that of being a bit fat, much like any other spider.

“Good shadows, you found me a snack…” she smiled, vampire teeth gleaming as the shadows hugged her legs, blinking at the young kit. The kit glanced at Copper and noticed it wasn’t an arrow that hit him. Well, not a normal arrow. It glowed green as purple smoke came from where hit Copper. The kit felt someone touch her face and she panicked, looking up at the odd spider woman. She smiled wickedly as she brought the kit up by the scruff of her neck, causing her to whimper in pain.

“That arrow lodged in your friend is from me, little one. Soon, the poison will reach his heart and he will die.” She smiled, glancing at Copper. The kit shivered in her grasp. The spider woman laughed before bringing the kit higher. The spider woman opened her mouth and the kit screamed.

An electric whip shot out from the darkness, grabbing the spider woman’s hand as she hissed, throwing the kit down. Something else shot from the darkness as a Grovyle quickly grabbed the kit, stopping her fall. The whip shot out again and wrapped around the spider woman’s wrist. She gasped and glared, her eyes glowing. The Grovyle jumped away from her and quickly made his way into a tree, where he knew they would be safe. He used bullet seed as the whip dragged her to the ground. Her hiss filled the air as heartless came to her aid. The Grovyle smirked as he used bullet seed again, turning all heartless to dust of darkness. When all were gone and the spider woman realized she was alone, she growled.

Stepping out of the shadows, the gun which the whip came from in her hand, was a woman in a tight, blue, outfit. Long, blonde, hair was in a ponytail as blue eyes glared at the spider woman. “Thought I got rid of you in Washington, Contessa.”
The one known as Contessa laughed, her eyes closing. “As if someone such as you could get rid of me, Samus.”

The woman known as Samus stomped on her arm, a crack being heard. The Contessa screamed as Samus said, “That’s Aran for you.”

The Grovyle chuckled as he hopped down, the kit still in his green hands. Samus’ whip slid back into the gun as she aimed at the Contessa’s face. The Contessa stared at her, a deep frown on her face. “You wouldn’t-“

She never finished her sentence. Samus shot and a green blaster hit the Contessa dead and center. The Grovyle made sure the kit didn’t see any of the blood that fell. Silence soon filled the night. The Grovyle’s eyes looked over at the now dead Copper. He looked back at the kit and said, “We can’t leave her here, Samus.”

“I know that, Mercury.” She said, rubbing her head.

She looked back at the kit before turning back to Mercury. She asked, “Do you know anyone who could care for her?”

“Why not me?” He asked, bringing the kit up to look at her. He smiled and the kit gave a small smile, clearly starting to get used to him.

Samus remained silent until she said, “Fine, but I can’t help you get back to the woods.”

“No problem…Thank you, Samus.” Mercury said before jumping off into the night.

The kit hugged his neck as he ran on, his speed impressive, even for a Grovyle. It was clear that he had spent years around the area, for no rock or branch could slow him. He never stopped and the kit never looked to see where they were going. It wasn’t until he pet her midnight blue hair that she peeked out.

Mushrooms glowed a beautiful blue as a giant oak tree stood in the middle of them. Many creatures she never seen looked out at her. One creature was a female Renamon. The fox like creature blinked at the kit, saying, “What is that?”

“It’s a kit. I took it upon myself to raise her. The Heartless killed her family.” Mercury said quickly, making his way to the tree. The Renamon let him pass, her gaze never leaving the kit’s small form. Mercury ignored the murmurs of the others as he sat the kit down on one of the tree’s giant roots that came above ground. He started getting leaves and making a nest.

His eyes stayed glued on the nest, only glancing a few times at the kit. He smiled at her when he was done, setting her in the nest.

To her shock, it was soft. The kit didn’t realize how sleepy she was until her head rested in the leaves. Mercury smiled down at her, his yellow eyes showing tenderness for the little one. He nuzzled her shoulder as he murmured, “Your name will be Jasmine, after the flower.”

The kit now known as Jasmine smiled up at him, before slowly closing her eyes and letting sleep take her.

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Well, there is my first FanFiction for the Toon Patrol this year. Hope you guys like the first chapter. Oh, and here are what some of the characters looked like.
Copper
Samus Aran (zero suit form)
The Contessa
Heartless (shadow)
Mercury the Grovyle (Pokemon)
and a Renamon (Digimon)

[KrazyRandomness]

Thank you, Spikey. Yes, I do plan to make it rather dark and dramatic. And it might be awhile until the Toon Patrol show. All depends on what the story wants.

[Fisi]

Suber coolness!!!

Oh I love that dog, Copper.

[KrazyRandomness]

Yeah, Copper's awesome. =3

[Syrup]

This is awesome, its very descriptive, and like Spikey said, I wanna read more.

[KrazyRandomness]

=3

[KrazyRandomness]

NOTE: I have chapter two ready, but it's on a flash drive that I forgot at home (at cousin's house). My internet is down until, hopefully, the 26th of March.

[KrazyRandomness]

.:Two Decades Later:.

Hollywood, California 2010
The night breeze was soft and was the only source of coolness. Flashes of cameras blinded the celebrity toons and humans that unluckily passed by, their head facing the direction of the flash. The red carpet was noticeable against the black pavement as toons and humans walked across it.

What they all were walking into was an odd palace, the outsides walls seeming to be made of diamond. Standing at the doors were two bouncers, one toon and the other human. The human was bald with a scowl on his face, his buff arms crossed. He was dressed in a rather nice tuxedo while his companion had no need for a tuxedo for he was penguin. The penguin had a crazed look on his, his tongue hanging out as he waited. One would think it was odd they chose a penguin to be a bouncer at this certain event, but if one was to arrive right then, they would see why they chose him. A rather pathetic looking teenager moved under the cable that separated the other humans from the celebrities. He ran to the doors, an eager look on his face. The strong human bouncer nodded at the crazed penguin, gaining a happy growl from the penguin. Chucking up a large hammer, the human teen stopped, shocked. Before he could move, however, the penguin smashed his hammer against his foot, gaining a yell of shock and pain from him. Smirking, the penguin watched as the cops, scowling the boy, dragged him away. The penguin’s smirk only grew as the human bouncer said, “Good work, Rico,” before he ran a flipper through his Mohawk.

Yells of joy suddenly became louder as a mouse stood onto the red carpet. His smile was pure and true as he helped another mouse, a female, out of the black limousine. A light blonde woman with a microphone smiled fake, white, teeth as she hurried over to them. She put the microphone in the mouse’s face, as she asked, “Quite a party, hmm, Mickey,” as the camera settled on Mickey Mouse’s face. The mouse’s smile grew as he said in his famous, high, voice, “It sure is, Ms. Lana. It sure was nice of Mr. Vance to throw this Christmas party,” he finished it off with his famous laugh.

Little Rock, Arkansas
The television showed an image of Mickey Mouse and Ms. Lana. Its silver frame could not hide the dust that had settled over it over the years. The carpet it rested on was gray with burnt marks here and there. With a growl from the toon on the couch, noodles were thrown at the mouse’s last sentence.

The noodles covered the whole screen as they slowly slid down the screen before falling on the floor. The toon who threw the noodles was of the weasel origin, his pink hat currently covering his raging, blue eyes. His yellow fangs gleamed as he growled, “That no good, double-dressing-“ with another growl, he threw his pink tinted switchblade at the screen, causing sparks to erupt from it. He jumped off the couch as he paced around the room, growling, “We were in the biggest movie in the 80s! Yet, we don’t get ta go toes some party?!?”

Sitting in a chair not far from where the pink suited weasel sat, was a green zoot suited weasel, his black hair framing his face as he picked his yellow teeth with a similar green switchblade. Removing the blade, he said in a light Spanish accent, “No one cares about the minor villains, jefe.”

Nodding in agreement was another weasel. His blue fur contrasted with his gray shirt and black vest as he smoked two cigarettes. He quickly wheezed afterwards, but no one paid him any mind. Next to him was another weasel, one that looked much crazier. The light brown fur on top his head was spiky as his eyes were swirls of yellow and white, his iris and pupils light blue. His white sleeves were rolled up away from his paws as he typed away on the silver laptop that was in his lap, blue headphones on his ears as his head bobbed sometimes, suggestion he was listening to music. When the blue weasel glanced at the screen, he was met with a rather colorful screen of orange and green. He simply raised a brow before raising his heads to listen to what the other was listening to. To his amusement, squeaky voices were heard as he coughed out, “The Chipmunks, really?”

The other weasel, the one with the spiky fur, glanced at the blue weasel, a blush on his face. He gave a small cough as he quickly took off the headphones and shut the music off. He turned his eyes back to the screen as he said, “They’re suppose a sequel to “Who Framed Roger Rabbit”.”

“What,” the pink suited weasels yell filled the house as he grabbed the spiky fur weasel’s straightjacket collar, making the blue weasel have to catch the laptop before it fell to the ground. The spiky furred weasel gulped as he stuttered, “Well, I read it on our fan board….”

“Our what? C’mon, Psycho, be more pacific than that.” His growl was low.

“Well, we have this fan board and they have this link that leads to this site. On it, it says there is meant to be a sequel…” Psycho’s voice trailed off as he watched the blue eyes of his leader become angrier.

“Why would they be making a sequel without us?” he tossed Psycho to the side, causing the other to yelp as he flopped back on the couch. The two other weasels, the green zoot suited one known as Greasy and the smoker known as Wheezy, watched their boss. Greasy shrugged, lowering his large brimmed hat, as he said, “We weasels never were that popular boss. That and we “died” in the last movie.”

The boss, Smart Guy, grumbled as he crossed his arms, looking at the ground. “Not really fair if ya ask me…”

“No one ever does ask weasels anymore.” Psycho sighed, his laptop back on his lap. Smart Guy watched him for a few seconds before a smirk quickly grew on his face. Making his way over to Psycho, he shut the laptop as Psycho made a questioning sound, his hands snapping away from the keyboard. “Y’know what that means, don’t cha,” Smart Guy asked, his smirk fully on his face. Psycho shook his head, shrinking into his seat.

“It means we gotta get toes Hollywood and demand our titles as actors back!”

What Smart Guy said caused silence to follow. Greasy blinked at his boss as Wheeze calmly smoked his tenth cigarette this morning. Psycho, who was as far as he could go in seat, only rapidly blinked before asking, “How?”

Smart Guy straightened up, slapping his paw to his head as he ran it down his face. “I swear, ya’ll are just too stupid sometimes…speaking of which, where is he?”

Right as Smart Guy finished, noise came from the chimney as, seconds later, a large and childish looking weasel fell, ash covering his brown fur and shirt. “Here I, uh, am,” he exclaimed happily, looking up at Smart Guy. The pink suited weasel merely shook his head before asking, “What was yas doing up theres?”

“I was, um…I, er…I forgot.” The weasel said, his eyes showing blankness. From what he said, both Wheezy and Greasy laughed as Psycho watched Smart Guy, the swirls slow in his eyes as he wondered what his leader was thinking. Smart Guy growled, grabbing the weasel, Stupid, and pushing him onto the couch next to Psycho, who hopped off the couch a bit when the other landed.

“Anyways…my idea is t’is. We head back to Holly’ood and proves we got what it takes to be in the sequel, or, betters yet, moar movies!” he explained, his blue eyes showing excitement.

All, but Psycho, smiled, their eyes filling with determination. The said weasel simply slouched in his seat, the swirls in his eyes speeding up as he tried not to think about the possible chaos he and his friends will cause.

The deep woodlands of Arkansas
It was quiet. Gray clouds lazily rolled on by, making the woods below seem dark. The light rain from last night had caused puddles to be seen here and there, some falling leaves landing in the liquid as they sailed it. A branch creaked before running was heard. Leaves flew by as the being, the run that was run, dashed on by. Seconds later, a green blur showed behind her. The one that was first running was a toon weasel, a female at that. Her paws reached for a branch above her as she shot up in the air, landing on the same branch seconds later. The green blur rushed on by, confused. Now that the female weasel had stopped, it was easy to see her wild beauty. Hair of midnight blue fell down to the base of her fluffy, white tail while her violet eyes scanned the area, her fur white. Shielding her from the coldness of mild weather in Arkansas was a leafy shirt, trailing down until it ended right above her feet. She continued to watch the area the green blur disappeared from until her ears twitched and she jumped, the branch creaking to her jump. She climbed higher up the oak tree until she was hidden in the brown leaves that would surely fall off over time. She watched in amusement as the green blur returned, revealing itself to be a Sceptile. A green claw scratched his head as he looked around with golden eyes.

The female weasel smiled as she leaned forward, midnight blue strands falling in her face. Her eyes widen as a crack was heard. Gasping, she jumped to a lower part of the tree, making her able to be seen as the branch fell. The Sceptile quickly got out of the way as he smirked up at her before jumping, landing on the branch beneath her. The toon smiled at the Pokémon, her expression showing joy as she settled herself on the branch as the Sceptile climbed on the same branch.

“Well, that was quite a chase, Jazz.” He said, his eyes trailing over to her.

Jazz smiled. “Getting better, huh, Mercury?”

Mercury smiled. Over the last twenty years, the kit he rescued had transformed into a beautiful woman, her speed and agility better than most her age due to her being raised in the old woodlands. She had learned to survive the harsh winters and live in the hot summers. She had learned to understand nature while others had simply taken it over. If there was anything the elderly Sceptile regret, it was only one thing and one thing alone.

A frown formed his face as he said, “Jasmine…there is something I have to tell you…”

Outside of the toon weasels house
Psycho sighed as he looked out the window of his room.
Years ago, when “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” was becoming a distant memory, he and his friends had bought a three story house with the money they earned all to themselves in the capital of Arkansas. It was, in Psycho’s opinion, a very nice house. A bathroom on the two main floors as it also included an attic and basement. The living room was on the bottom floor, with a television (that now had noodles all over it) and for Stupid’s own amusement, a fishing tank filled with colorful fish. A kitchen and dining room were also on the first floor, but Psycho would usually grab the dinner Greasy cooked before heading to his room in the attic. The reason Psycho picked the attic was mainly because it had a window that was directed west, so he could watch the sunset on his days of boredom, or, in this case, thinking. Over the years, Psycho had got in the habit of changing his clothes when he went out, only wearing his straightjacket on the days he was trapped in the house, doing nothing but blogging and searching the web. Oddly, Psycho was the one who had come to accept the technology of the internet and iPods over the years while the others were confused, as in Stupid’s case, or didn’t care for it, as in Wheezy’s case.

As he watched the cloudy sky, he sighed. He won’t be able to see the sunset, so sitting here won’t help him think at all. Next to his now sheet less bed were boxes, filled with his clothes, posters, and other things he was sure not to forget. Out on the top was a silver iPod nano, something he knew he would need if he was going to be spending most of the trip in the back of the dodge with Wheezy, who would most likely smoke all the way to Hollywood. Psycho also made sure his CD player was in his gray bag, which would be in the back with him while their stuff was to be in the U-Haul truck behind them, which,
ironically, had a white rabbit on its surface.
“Yo, Psycho! You got all your stuff packed, Niño?” Greasy called from the bottom of the wooden stairs that lead to

Psycho’s room. Psycho nodded before he called, “Yeah,” as Stupid came up, Greasy following as he helped the other pick up the boxes. Not wanting to watch them take away his stuff, he asked, “When are we leaving?”

“Around five.” Greasy gruffly said, groaning as he picked up a box.

Psycho nodded as he grabbed his gray bag and silver iPod. He walked down the stairs, his head down as he walked down the hall and stairs. Memories flashed before his eyes as he glanced at picture. Few were of the party that the “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” cast had after its big hit; some were of other memories that were long forgotten. Running a paw through his spiky fur on his head, he sighed. As he finally made it to the bottom stairs, he paused, glancing around before grabbing his black jacket from the coat rack. Being made for toons, it seemed bright, even it was black. Psycho, for the trip since toon clothes don’t get dirty as quickly as human’s, was wearing a red T-shirt with a weird, black design on it, most likely an eagle from the looks of it. Since he was a toon weasel, he really didn’t need pants…

Sniffing, the light furred weasel put his iPod headphones on, his jacket already on. He shuffled outside, not being able to hear Smart Guy or anyone else over the sound of Lady Gaga’s voice as she sang Bad Romance. Psycho would say his taste in music was random, for many different types of music were on his iPod, from classic rock to smooth jazz.

He walked on by, never really stopping. He watched as the urbanization of city life soon became rural again as he entered the woodlands. He paid no mind to what was around him as his mind wondered.

The deep woodlands of Arkansas
Jazz stared at Mercury, his face sad. She slowly looked down at her paws as she murmured, “So…what am I supposed to do…?”

She felt his claw on her shoulder. She looked up, her violet eyes showing sadness. He stared long and hard at her until, finally, he said, “Make something of yourself.”

Jazz’s expression became one of confusion. She opened her mouth, but a crack stopped her. Both her and Mercury looked down and watched as a light, spiky, furred weasel walked on by, his head down. Jazz glanced at Mercury, who merely shrugged. As she started to climb down, Mercury grabbed her arm, shaking his head. Jazz, in response, rolled her eyes, making Mercury let go before she jumped, landing on all fours.
Slowly making her way over to the weasel, she blinked before tapping his shoulder.

Yes, I left you with a weird cliffhanger. I’m so evil. =D Anyway, the year is 2010 there, like it is here and it is in an alternate universe where they were actors, not actually toons who wanted to destroy toon town. I also changed Jazz up. She is now 22 and is not related to the Toon Patrol in anyway. And I hope you guys liked this chapter, it was hard to type. =P Oh, and I'm sorry it took so long, my interenet was acting. That, and I'm having friend problems and have recently gotten into an old childhood show of mine known as Darkwing Duck.
Oh, and yes, I did mention this site in this chapter if you didn't catch it. And if you don't understand why Mercury is now a Sceptile, it is because he evolved (He is a Pokemon).
This is what Mercury now looks like.

[Fisi]

Niiiice chapter. ^_^

Hey, I don't blame Psycho, the Chipmunks...their catchy.