How the weasels ended up together

[FlameTheCharmander]

OK, this is my first Fic on the weasels. It's about the time when they were teenagers, and it's how they met and all. OK, this first chapter is Smart Guy's POV. Hope ya'll like it.

Chapter 1.

"IT'S PINK!?" I stammered. I stared at my ex-white shirt, that I was supposed to wear under my leather jacket today. It was the first day of High school, and I was going to be the coolest Toon, until now. I stared at my mother who was also staring hopelessly at my pink shirt, which was lying on my bed. "How could a brand new shirt go in the washer white,then come out PINK!?"

She sighed and said, "You're shirt wasn't the only thing that turned out pink, your father's white suit also turned pink." Mom was my best friend, my ONLY friend to make it exact. She was pretty, tall, and had beautiful brown hair, that was completed with beautiful sky blue eyes.

"Look on the bright side shrimp," a voice said near my bed room door way. I turned and saw that it was my good for nothing older sister, Becky. "If you accidentally go in to the girls bathroom, they'll mistake you as a girl, so you won't be that embarrassed."

"Becky be nice to David, it's his first day." Mom told Becky. She stared at the pink shirt again and clasped her hand on her fore head. "OH MY! Now I know why the whites turned pink! Becky did you place your red shirts in the washer?" She nodded. My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe it!

"YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" I shouted. She shrugged and said, "How was I suppose to know your stupid shirt was there?"

"You could have looked in the washer!" I said clenching my teeth. "If you place white with another color then..."

"Oh shut up, Smart Ass!"

"BECKY!" Mom shouted. "We do NOT use that sort of language in the house!"

"What's all the commotion?" It was my dad, he was tying his tie on. Mom explained what was going on. He looked sternly at Becky. "Becky did you call your brother a Smart Ass?"

"Only because he is." she said. Man, if Mom and Dad weren't there, I would have strangled her by now.

"Son, get dressed. Oh and honey have you seen my good suit?"

"Er...it sort of turned pink, in the wash." Mom said sheepishly. Dad gave Mom a shocked look.

"What?" he said.

"Come on dear, I'll explain it later." Mom said walking over to Dad and taking him by the arm. "David please get dressed." she said, and left with Dad and his shocked look. Becky watched them go down the stairs, then she looked at me and smirked.

"Better hurry up and get dressed, Daisy. The bus will be here soon." Then she left snickering to her self. 'HONESTLY!' I thought, as I pulled on my pink shirt. 'She is PURE EVIL!!' I walked toward my window and opened it.

The same stupid Blue Bird from "Song of the South" was sitting on our tree singing "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah". I decided to ignore the stupid bird and stared outside. 'Nothing new,' I thought. 'Just the same old street,same old tree, same old bird, same old gray weasel smoking near the alleyway...Wait, SAME OLD GREY WEASEL SMOKING NEAR THE ALLEY WAY!?'

I looked straight across the street where the alley was, and sure enough there was a tall gray weasel, with sandy hair, leaning on the alleyway wall smoking. He looked pretty cool. He had a baseball hat with his bangs going through the rim, which made it cover his eyes so I didn't know what color of eyes he had. He was wearing a sleeve less dark gray shirt, with a back vest over it.

I stared at him with interest. I was fifteen and wasn't allowed to smoke, yet he looked about fifteen as well, and he was smoking. Not that I ever wanted to smoke, but it just looked cool. Watching him made it look cooler.

He puffed on his cigarette a few times. Then suddenly he stood up straight, and kicked the a garbage can. Figaro shot out of the trash can and raced away. The gray weasel started hopping on one foot.

"HEY!" I shouted. He looked over at my direction. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" I asked, shouting toward him. He stared at me for a moment, at least I think he was. Then he turned around and left. I was about to ask him where was he going, but there was a shout from my Mom that meant the bus was here. I spun around, put on my leather jacket, took one more glance outside, then ran down stairs with my outfit that was supposed to make me look "cool". 'This is gonna be a LONG day.' I thought.

There, I did it! Hope all of you liked it. Um...since this was a first, I'm nervous on what you guy's will say. Heh, heh. But post what you guys think, it's OK!

[Veggirl]

A very nice fanfic you're working on. Keep up the good work and your writing skills will be splendid!

[julayla]

Yeah, mostly on novel-like forms, I stink at it, unless they're POV fics. Glad you're doing one. Keep it up.

[FlameTheCharmander]

The guy who voiced Smart Guy's name is David?! WOW! I didn't know that! Heh, I just asked my older sister what would be a good name for Smart Guy, and she said David. Hmm... maybe I will put Fred for Stupid's real name. ;D

[julayla]

Lol! Very interesting. I remember June Foray doing Wheezy. Anyway, I'm still patient about your fic.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Sorry that it took a while, but I had to go to this camp out thing. This is Greasy's POV by the way. Enjoy!

Chapter. 2

I stormed out of third period. 'That stupid rabbit messed me up!' I thought. My third period was English, and unfortunately I had it with my peanuts for brains next door neighbor, Roger Rabbit. We had to stand up and introduce our selfs. It was my turn, so I stood up and was about to tell every one about myself, when Roger jumped up and shouted, "HEY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD THIS CLASS TOO!" Then he raced over to me and nearly squeezed me to death. The teacher told us to sit in separate desks. After that everyone kept on snickering at me.

"Hey Al, wait for me!!" I stopped. 'Oh no!' I thought as Roger pushed through the crowd of Toon kids. I didn't want anything to do with him, so I continued walking. That rabbit just wouldn't quit. He dropped down to the floor and started crawling toward me. Next thing I knew, we were face to face. "What's up Al?" I shivered.

"Don't call me 'Al', you know I hate that name!" I snapped.

"But Ali-han-drew is too hard." he whined.

"It's not 'Ali-han-drew' it's Alejandro!" I continued to walk. He started hopping in front of me.

"Which do you have first, lunch or forth period? I have lunch first, what's your next class? Maybe we'll be in the same class again! OOH! Do you like carrots? I LOVE carrots! I could say carrots all day! Watch! Carrots, carrots, carrots, carrots, carrots, car..."

"GO...AWAY...ROGER!" I said through gritted teeth, looking at the floor. I wanted to look at anything besides his stupid grin. He stopped. I slammed into him making me drop my books. I wanted to curse him in Spanish, but the Mexican Spanish teacher was staring at us so I had to bite my tongue. Roger helped me get my books back together. I was about to take the last one from him when he pulled it away from me.

"Can I have my book back?" I asked really annoyed. He raised an eye brow.

"What do you have next?" he said in a threatening voice. I rolled my eyes, I was getting REALLY annoyed with this guy.

"Lunch."

"YIPPEE!" he squealed. He handed my book back and went skipping down the hall singing a ridiculous song he made up called, "I'm eating lunch with my buddy, I'm eating lunch with my buddy!" He made that up when we were two. I groaned and walked over to my locker. Once I was done placing my books in there, I checked my hair. 'Gotta be prepared, in case a chick comes along.' I thought to my self.

"OW! NO, NO, NO, NO!" I looked to my left, and groaned. It was Mortimer and his gang, Pete, Jack, Larry, Matt and Wayne. Mortimer had a weasel, with a pink shirt under a leather jacket, in a head lock.

"LET GO OF ME! I WON'T FIT IN THERE!" the weasel said trying to yank his head free.

"Course you will." Mortimer said opening a locker. "Cause A, your small, and B, most everyone does!" Then he started trying to shove the weasel in the long skinny locker. I sighed, guess it's up to me to save him.

"HEY YOU WITH THE FACE!" I shouted. The gang, Mortimer, and the weasel looked at me. I slammed my locker shut and marched over to them. 'What the heck are you doing!?' I screamed in my head, this wasn't part of the plan. I stood just a foot away from them.

"What do you want?" Pete asked. I shifted foot to foot. What did I want? My mind went completely blank.

"Er...I want you to...um...leave that guy alone." Now it was coming back to me. I stood a bit straighter. Mortimer sneered, Pete, Jack and Larry started cracking their fingers. I gulped.

"Or else what?" Mortimer sneered.

"Or else this!" I shouted. Then I did the second stupidest thing I've ever done in my entire life, I started doing karate moves and sounds. Then I did the stupidest thing I've ever done in my entire life. I felt like I was scarring the big guys a bit so I grinned and said "HI-YA!" Then I did a high kick and WHAM! I kicked Mortimer right on the nose. He yipped and clasped his hands over his nose, blood started running down his muzzle. The weasel fell on the floor with a thud. Then Mortimer growled at me. Uh-oh.

* * *

"So is this the first time you've been shoved into a locker?" the weasel asked in the locker next door to mine.

"Oh, no. This started happening ever since I went to Jr. High." I said, trying to get myself more comfortable. It gets very squashy in a locker.

"I see."

"My name's Alejandro by the way. What's your's?"

"David."

"Oh nice to meet you David."

"Nice to meet you. So uh...how long do we stay in here?"

"Um...until the janitor comes." There was a pause.

"HELP!" we both yelled, pounding in against the locker door.

Well, there's chapter 2. I made up a few toon, BTW. Tell me what you think about it. ;D

[julayla]

Poor Greasy and Smarty! That jerk of a Mortimer...Oh! Anyway, I hope someone could help them both out. And I'm surprised Roger would call him by "Al". Lol! I wonder what else is in store.

[Veggirl]

A very nicely done chapter. ;D I wonder when you're gonna put the other POV's. Anyway, keep it up.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Whew! Finally finished with Chapter 3. Sorry it took so long.

Chapter. 3
Wheezy's POV

'Daddy, where's mommy?' 'Sorry kiddo, but mommy's...gone.'

The scene went through my head over and over again. I was sitting against a tree near a high school.I pulled off my baseball hat, and ran my fingers through my sandy colored bangs. I just do that if I'm frustrated, or upset.

It was the day that my mother died, and when my father was sent to jail as well. Yes, I'm a street kid. I was three when she died, and six when he was taken away. The only reason that my dad was taken away was because a neighbor saw that my dad drunk, and feared that I might get abused. When they took my dad away, they were planing to send me to live with my Aunt. I've never seen my aunt before, and was scared. So, I just ran away. It was Dad's fault he got taken away. He was an alcoholic, and a smoker.

"That's how I turned out," I muttered as I put my hat on again, and lit another cigarette. "A smoker." I blew out a ring, then I tried to blow out a dog shape so it could look like it was jumping through the ring, but the only closest thing I've gotten to was a blob. Same thing happened, blob jumped through the ring instead of a dog. "The blob could go to he..." POW!

I saw stars like all Toons do, then behind me I heard laughter. I turned and saw a large gang, that was being led by a tall rat with a slightly swollen nose. 'Is he a rat, or a mouse?' I asked in my head. The rat (or mouse, don't know which) walked up to me and smirked.

"Oops. Guess my aim is real off, huh guys?" The gang howled with laughter. I knew already that this guy, what ever he was, was BAD news. "How come I've never seen your face in school before?" There was a pit in my stomach.

"Because, I don't got the stuff for it." I said quietly staring at the ground. The rat lifted his eye brows.

"You're a homeless Wheezier aren't you." He said rudely. I shot my head up from looking at the ground. I was about to tell him off that I wasn't a Wheezier, when suddenly I gagged on the smoke and started coughing and wheezing. The rat's eye's widen. "YOU ARE! Hey everybody, look! It's a homeless Wheezier!" The rest of the gang joined their leader. Then they skipped around me, singing to the tune of "A hunting we will go" "The Wheeze stands alone, the Wheeze stands alone, High-Ho, Di-Dairy-Oh! The Wheeze stands alone!"

I growled and lunged for the leader. He jumped out of the way and raced inside the school door with his gang. I chased after them. I stopped right outside the door, I was out of breath. The rat stuck his smug face against the glass door. I reached for the handle when he started wagging a finger at me.

"Sorry, but homeless, freaks can't..." WHAM! I gritted my teeth with pain, my fist had just smashed through the glass door, smacking right into the rats nose. He screamed bloody murder, clutched his nose, and ran inside. I pulled my right paw out from the shattered door. A bit of blood was dripping down my knuckles. I looked inside, and shrugged. 'Why not, I might never see the inside of a high school again.' I thought pulling the door open.

Everything was so clean in there. The air conditioning felt nice down my burning body. I turned down the hall and saw that it was full of lockers. As I walked down that hall, I hear a voice in one of the lockers.

"59 bottles of milk on the wall, 59 bottles of milk. Take one down pass it around 58 bottles of milk on the wall." I stared at the locker. I pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and puffed a square out of my mouth.

Then the locker next to it, groaned, banged it's head on the locker door and said, "Alejandro, you were singing that song for the last hour!"

"Hey I'm sorry!" said the first locker. "But I'm bored! I already made 20 paper airplanes with this guys paper binder, I read his boring math book, I ate his sack lunch, what am I supposed to do, David!?"

"YOU ATE ANOTHER PERSONS SACK LUNCH!?"

"What's the big deal? It was just a ham and cheese sandwich, with chips and a yucky drink I've never tasted before, I think it was soy milk."

"Oh, you got to eat, while I'm STARVING over here!"

The lockers stared arguing. A growl left my stomach. I just remembered that I haven't eaten for a day.

"Don't growl at me just because I had lunch and you didn't!" The second locker snapped.

"I didn't growl at you, you growled at me!" They started arguing again. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. From my vest pocket I pulled out my trusty pocket knife. I pulled out the knife, placed it on the lock, and pulled hard. PING! It fell off. There was silence between the two lockers.

"Um...Mr. Janitor?" one of the lockers asked. I burst out in a fit of giggles. I don't know why, but I did. I went to the next locker and did the same thing that I did to the first.

"There," I said to the two lockers. "You're free." I turned around, when I hear two lockers opening, and two kids falling out. I turned and saw two Toon
weasels. They had dazed looks on their faces.

"Um...thanks." one of them said. He had short black hair, a green long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and the new Zippy Zebra's tennis shoes. The other one I've seen before, pink shirt under a leather jacket.

"Your welcome." I let out a wheezing noise. 'I think the cigarettes are starting to get to me.'

"Hey, you were the weasel smoking near my alleyway!" the leather jacket weasel said. I stared at him.

"And you must be the weasel that was called a 'Smart Ass', am I right?" He gulped and stared at the floor. The black haired weasel stared at my knuckles with interest. I hid my paw behind me, a little embarrassed. Then my stomach let out another growl, I was starting to get very hungry.

"Your hungry aren't you?" the black haired weasel asked. I nodded. "You should come to the cafeteria with us.Then we'll do something about your knuckles." He turned around, but quickly turned back around. "Oh by the way," He said. "My name's Alejandro, and this is my friend David." David looked up at Alejandro with a happy look.

David then looked at me and asked, "What's your name?"

I sighed, I REALLY hated my name. Smoke came out of my nose, which made my cough a little.

"Jake." I finally said. They both grinned at me and lead me to the cafeteria.

[julayla]

Wheezy saved them, and he hated his real name, just like Psycho in my fanfics! Anyway, I hope to see more from you.

[Veggirl]

Heh, I can tell this will lead to a great friendship. ;D Keep on posting!

[FlameTheCharmander]

Gee, thanks! Has anyone seen nacticusvergil? (sorry if I spelled his name wrong) I haven't heard from him in a while.

[Veggirl]

I Instant Messaged him and asked about it. He'll come along soon I hope.

[julayla]

You have IM too? Let me know what IM you have, okay?

[FlameTheCharmander]

Oh, OK. Well then, Chapter 4, ready! ;D

Chapter.4
Smart Guy's POV

As we entered the cafeteria the smell of spaghetti and meatballs filled the air.
We all inhaled deeply, so deeply that we all started coughing. I looked at Jake,
he looked nervously around the cafeteria. I walked over to one of the lines. Alejandro
followed, we looked over at Jake who was just standing there with his cigarette in his mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" Alejandro asked him. Jake just stared at the line and took a step
back. I nudged Alejandro.

"I don't think he's ever done this before." I said.

"Guess your right, common let's go get him." We walked back over to Jake. "What's wrong?" He
blew smoke from the corner of his mouth.

"I've never been to school before." he muttered quietly. I raised an eye brow, no wonder he
looked nervous.

"Well, there's a start for everything. Common Jake! Let's get some grub." Alejandro said. Jake
stiffened a bit when he said "Jake". Jake then shrugged and was about to take a step when he froze.
His paws made tight fists, and it looked as though he was bitting his cigarette.

"What's up?" I asked. We both looked over to where he was looking at, he was looking straight at Mortimer.
Mortimer had a table full table filled with his gang, and no wonder they were huge. Mortimer seemed to be
the only one, who exercised. "What are you..."

"JAKE NO!" Alejandro yelped. I spun around and saw Jake just barely throwing a meatball, RIGHT AT MORTIMER!

"HEY!" Donald Duck quaked, he was the owner of the meatball. KA-SPLAT! I flinched, because the meatball fell
right in Mortimer's big open mouth. He started gagging.

"Dear me," Jake was licking the sauce off his fingers. "What have I done?" he finished sarcastically.
It was a while before the idiots realized what was happening. Pete thumped Mortimer on the back causing the meatball
to come out. Mortimer gasped, before looking straight at Jake. His eye's widened.

"YOU!" he growled. Mortimer grabbed Matt's pudding cup and chucked it straight at Jake. Fortunately, Mortimer's a
real lousy thrower. So instead of hitting Jake, it hit Bugs Bunny on the back of the head. Bugs got really mad,
because he was about to pull a move on his girlfriend Lola Bunny. He grabbed his milk carton and chucked it.

"FOOD FIGHT!!" Clarabelle Cow cried. Suddenly the whole cafeteria had food flying every where. Two rolls, and a meatball had
hit me. Alejandro was hit with a ball of spaghetti. We both ducked for cover under a table where we saw Jake, eating!

"What in heaven's name are you doing!?" I asked nearly yelling. Jake shrugged.

"Having lunch." he said. A roll flew inches across my face and landed right in front of me. "Could you pass the roll?" Jake asked. I couldn't believe it!
He's the one who started the whole thing, and yet he was calm about it! I groaned and passed him the roll. I heard crunching
behind me. I turned and saw Alejandro eating a sugar cookie. I was gave him a shocked look. He stared at me and shrugged.

"I'm hungry." he said before taking another bite. I sighed and grabbed a meatball that had landed on the chair. I sniffed it,
shrugged and took a bite. Surprising to say, it wasn't that bad.

After eating a weird, yet tasteful lunch, Jake grinned and said, "Well, time for me to go! Thanks for the food!" With that, he
crawled through the crowd of Toon kids. Alejandro and I found some napkins and we wiped the sauce off of our paws and faces.

A whistle blew out. The noise died down. We both poked our heads out from under the table and saw the principal. He was a lion,
with a black suit on, that now had a meatball stain on it.

"Mortimer!" he roared. Every Toon stepped away from Mortimer and his gang. The principal then said, "Bring your little gang over
here. We're going to have a talk with you and your gangs parents."

"But we didn't start it!" Mortimer complained. "It was the three weasels that started it!" The principal pointed at the door. Mortimer
walked out of the cafeteria, with his gang behind him. Alejandro and I gave each other a high five.

"The rest of you, go home!" the principal then roared, before closing the cafeteria door. Every Toon raced toward the cafeteria exit that
lead to the outside. I grinned.

* * *

"Could you believe our luck?" Alejandro said excitedly, as we walked home together. He lived a street down from me. "First Mortimer nearly
gags on a meatball, then he gets into trouble, and then we get to go home early!"

"Yep and we owe it all to Jake!" I said still grinning. Alejandro nodded rapidly.

"The only bummer is that I just got my self dirty. My moms gonna kill me." I looked down at myself, I too was also a mess.

"Ditto. My mom's not too happy when I give her a brand new shirt dirty." We both laughed. As we passed through an alleyway,
there was a loud "PSST!" I stopped and so did Alejandro. "Did you hear that?" I whispered. He nodded. We both looked down the
alleyway.

"PSST! You two!" a voice said. We looked at each other. I took a step forward. "Both of ya, come here!" We both walked into the
shadows of the alley. It was dead end but leaning against a fence, was a red weasel.

The weasel had jet black hair, a thin mustache, and was wearing a black vest. The thing that scared me most about him were the swirling
red and white eyes. Alejandro whined with fright.

"Don't be afraid, Greasy." Alejandro stared at him with a bit of interest.

"Wh...What was that you called me?" Alejandro asked in a shaky voice.

"Alejandro's your real name," the red weasel said. "But when I see you, I'm calling you Greasy. Same with Smart Ass over here." I flinched.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Smart Guy. Real name's David." I was starting to get really freaked out, with this guy.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I shouted in fear. The weasel smirked wickedly.

"They call me Doom," he said. " Judge Doom."