Heh, heh. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. ;D ;D ;D
Chapter 11.
Wheezy's POV
"Hey, Smokey!" I looked over at my manager. "There's a spill at table four." I groaned, walked over to the table near the stage and wiped up the mess. Working at The Ink & Paint Club, isn't what you call a walk in the park. There were always someone sooo drunk, that they either vomit (YUCK!), spill, or do something drastic. Another thing that bugs me is when you're almost done wiping the table, your towel gets sticky, and wet.
"I need a new towel!" I called. Benji, a penguin, rushed over to me and handed me his towel. "Thanks buddy."
"Hey, what are friends for?" he said. Then he waddled over to table twenty nine. Benji was pretty cool, ever since I got this job (which was just a week ago) he treated me as an equal. Not like my manager, George. Me and him were the same Toon species, weasels.
"Hey Smokey!" my manager called again. I glared at him, and walked over.
"WHAT?!" I snapped.
"I just saw some Toon kids come in," he said pointing at a group of five. "They're with my little bro, could you keep an eye on them."
"Uh, sure. Who's your brother?" I asked. He pointed at a weasel with an orange sweater and a baseball cap. The weasel was a little round in the middle. "Cool, what's his name?"
"Fred," he mumbled. "After they leave, you could go into the kitchen and get your scraps. Then you could go to where ever you live."
"So what you're saying is that after I serve them, then I could go?" He nodded. I took out a cigarette and lit it. "Piece of cake."
"Hey, what did I tell ya smoking?" he snapped pulling the cigarette out of my mouth and placing it in the ash tray. "Employees can't smoke!"
"How come the guest can smoke but I can't?"
"JUST GO AND SERVE MY STUPID EXCUSE FOR A BROTHER!" I spun around and walked over to table six (that was in front of the stage), where Benji had just seated the group.
"Hi, my name's Benji." he said giving each of them menus. "I'll be your waiter this evening." I stood next to behind him. I stared at the group. "Oh, and this is my friend..."
"What are you guy's doing here?!" I asked. David, Alejandro, Fred, and two others were staring at me.
"We're looking for you." David said. I looked at Benji, he was taking out his little note pad and pencil.
"What will it be boys?" he asked.
"Um..." a red hyena started. "I'll have a glass of "Cocoa Moo" and...maybe a..."
"Give them Scotch on the rocks." I said. Benji scribbled it down, gathered the menus, and walked away. Every one, except David, was staring at me bugged eyed. I pulled up a chair and sat in it back wards. I looked at David straight in the eye. "So David, what do you want with me?"
"It's not David any more," he said. "It's Smart Guy."
"Pfft," I scoffed causing my bangs to go up a bit. "Yeah, getting yourself locked in a locker is REAL smart." One of the hyenas began to snicker, while the other chuckled. David went a bit red in the face, and so did Alejandro. "So Alejandro, what do they call you now? Locker Guy?"
"Would you shut up and listen?!" David snapped. I rested my chin on my hands. "Look, I'd really appreciate it if you called me Smart Guy, or Boss." I let out a harsh laugh.
"BOSS?!" I laughed. "You seriously want me to call you "Boss"?! Alright
"Boss" HA, HA! "Boss" that's a good one!" I heard a loud crash come from behind me. I turned around and saw that George was glaring at me, cleaning up a mess of glass. I lowered my head, and remembered a rule he told me: No laughing at costumers. I rubbed my neck and remembered the last time I laughed at a costumer.
It was Wensday and I had to serve a fat lady wearing a sleeve less pink gown. When she asked me if it made her look sexy, I laughed so hard at her, that I fell over and caused tables to fall. The lady was insulted and left angry. Another manager took me outside, and whacked me on the neck with a stick, later on. He left a bruise and he said it was to remind me the costumer I lost. After that, George helped me bandage me up and told me my new rule.
"Hello, earth to Jake." I looked up and saw that Smart Guy was talking to me. "Are you alright? Someone just broke some glass cups, and you zoned out." I looked at the floor.
"Sorry, having a flash back." I muttered.
"Duh, you too?" the weasel, that George said was his little brother, said. "Psycho had a flash back earlier too." I gave him a confused look.
"Uh...Psycho?" I asked.
"We're calling each other nicknames," Smart Guy said. "Alejandro is now known as Greasy, the weasel in the orange sweater is Stupid, the bigger hyena is Snicker, and the smaller hyena is Chuckle. There are two others, Psycho and Giggle. Psycho's sick so Giggle offered to watch over him." I stared at every one.
"And you need me, why?" I asked. Smart Guy sighed and said that it was just a gang he was starting, they needed me to make it complete. The lights dimmed all of the sudden. I rolled my eyes, it was time for another stupid act. They opened the curtains enough to see a white mouse, with a blue bow, skirt and purple sash stood on stage. A companying her was a band of a pianist, a drummer, and a few trumpeters.
I looked over at the bar and saw Benji whispering something to George. Then George pulled out a green bottle, and placed a few drops in each drink. I was starting to get nervous.
"I'm gonna go check on your drinks." I said, as the pianist started playing and female mouse on stage started singing.
Dearest friends, dear gentlemen, listen to my song.
Life down here's been hard for you, life has made you strong.
Let me lift the mood, with my attitude.The pianist made it a bit more jazzy. I walked over to the bar, picked up the tray, and walked back to the table with the tray of drinks.
Hey fellas, the time is right.
Get ready, tonight's the night!
Boy's what your hoping for will come true,
let me be good to you.
You tough guys, your feeling all alone.As she sang the line "You rough guys. The best of ya sailors and bums, all of my chums" I whispered in Smart Guy's ear that the drinks were drugged. He nodded.
So dream on, and drink your beer.
Get cozy, your baby's here!
You won't be misunder stood.
Let me be good, to you!The curtains closed a bit as the band started firing up. They opened all the reviling the same mouse, with her sash off. Under the sash was a outfit that sort of looked like one's Las Vegas girls wear.
(A/N: I don't know if Las Vegas were in that time, sorry it's the only description I could think of.) She was accompanied with two other white mice, wearing pink dresses.
Hey fellas!
I'll take off all my blues! (She ripped off her skirt that reviled the rest of the outfit. When she did that there were howls from the crowd.)
Hey fellas!
There's nothing I wouldn't do, just for you!The band started playing while the mice in pink started doing the can-can. I watched at them dance.
"How much do we owe you?" Smart Guy asked.
"Huh...what? Oh, it's on the house." I said snapping out of my trance.
"Wow!" Stupid said grabbing a cup. "That was nice! I'm so thirsty I could drink a water truck!" Smart Guy pulled the cup away.
"No, Stupid." he said. "These drinks have been drugged." Stupid gave him a mad face.
"Well then, how come Greasy gets to drink it?" he asked pointing at Greasy.
"WHAT?!" Sure enough, Greasy had just drank the last drop of it.
"Mmm..." he said, clearly drunk. "Has a nice taste to it." Then he stood up on his chair and shouted at the mice, "VERY GOOD LADIES! VERY GOOD!" I pulled him down.
"Greasy! Get a hold of your self!" I snapped.
He just grinned at me stupidly, looked at the stage and said, "OOH! Bravo! Bravo!"
"Is there a problem Smokey?" I looked over my shoulder and saw George and Benji walking over. Stupid waved at his brother. "How's it going Stupid?" he said not caring about his brother. The lead mouse started singing again. "Well?" My ear started twitching, this usually happens when I go along time with out a cigarette.
"Uh, no problem sir." Snicker said. Benji tugged on my shirt. I looked at my little penguin friend, he was pointing at the stage. I looked up at the stage, and gasped.
"GREASY!!" I shouted. The big idiot was standing between the two mice and was also doing the can-can. The lead mouse started dancing with Greasy.
Your baby's gonna come through!
Let me be good to you!The two pink mice gave Greasy a kiss on both cheeks. He giggled, and fell of stage. I slapped my hand to my forehead. The room was filled with applause, except for my table, and the table where Greasy landed on. The table belonged to a scrawny mouse Toon. The mouse was a bit upset for having a kid land on his beer, so he grabbed a broken piece of wood and swung at Greasy. Fortunately the mouse wasn't a good swinger, unfortunately the piece of wood hit the back of the head of a tough guy.
The tough guy turned and grabbed the Toon mouse by the neck. He swung at the Toon's head, but the Toon ducked and the guy's fist ended up hitting another guy. Then, all heck broke loose, The Ink & Paint Club had turned into a fight. Tables and chairs were flying every were, guns were firing, and glass cups were tossed every where. I ran over to the knocked out Greasy and shook him.
"Wake up you idiot!" I said. He opened his eyes and gasped at the scene.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Come on," George shouted. "Lets go the back way." I pulled Greasy up and lead him toward the back door with the others.
"Who was the idiot who started that fight?" Greasy asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, you don't want to know." I said. He shrugged.
Once outside George looked madder then ever. "What the in Disney's name do you want?"
"They just wanted me to join their gang." I said to George.
"Pfft, you want to join this stupid gang that my brother's in?" he scoffed.
"How do you know it's stupid."
"Please, where ever he goes something stupid is bound to happen." Stupid looked hurt.
"Don't say that about him!" Smart Guy snapped at him. "Sure, he does look a little dorky but..."
"How about I make a deal with ya." George interrupted. Smart Guy stared at George.
"What deal?" he asked. George pulled me up next to him and ruffled my hair.
"If one person in your gang can beat this little rascal, then he's your's." I stared at him, he was treating me like he owned me.
Smart Guy thought for a moment.
"And if we don't win?" he asked.
"Just leave that to me." George said. Smart Guy, thought then nodded. He huddled his troops up. He whispered something in Snicker's ear, Snicker nodded and raced around the corner. George pulled me and Benji to one side.
"All right buddy," he said pointing at me. "I don't want you to lose to my idiot brother. So get out there and win!"
"One problem," Benji said. "What happens if he gets tired?" George glared at him, then at me.
"Just get out there and fight." he said. "So, who's you're fighter?" Snicker, another hyena (female I guess), and a weasel walked around the corner, and next to Smart Guy. I stared at the weasel and rubbed my neck. Something about the weasel seemed familiar.
"Psycho's feeling better." the female said. "Why do you need him, though?" Smart Guy pulled the weasel aside and whispered something. The weasel nodded, with a big grin on his face.
"Psycho's our fighter." Smart Guy said. Psycho looked at me, then his grin fell. He went from pleasant looking guy, to vicious looking.
"YOU!" he growled. Then I suddenly realized why he looked familiar, he was the weasel who was taken away to the asylum.
I smirked. "Hello, Charlie."
In The Ink & Paint Club, it makes more sense if you've seen "The Great Mouse Detective." Yeah, I got the fight part from the movie, but don't accuse me of plagiarism, I'm telling you guy's where I got the idea, OK?
What do you guy's think?