The Dark Future

[FlameTheCharmander]

Hey gang. Geez, the board seems kinda dead huh? Well anywho, here's the begining of the sequal I keep on mentioning about. It's a few years after the Who Framed Roger Rabbit incident. Here's the prologue, enjoy. 

Prologue

Toontown. A place filled with happiness, joy, and a lot of laughs. But if you go beyond the colorful cheery place, you’ll find your self in a dark valley. Everything seems gloomy, depressing and dead. In the center of the valley lies a large black fortress.

The fortress wall is about ten feet thick and about fifty yards tall. The stone is pure black, there is no trace of any other color, just pure dark black. Gargoyles peer over the thick wall as though they are making sure nothing comes in, or nothing comes out. Inside the walls there are no living plants, every thing is dead.

That is, except for a small secret place hidden in a cave. A place where a small stream ran down to where a pool laid. A place where grass started growing. A place where only Thunderheart knew where it laid.

Thunderheart’s real name is Benjamin or Ben for short. But many years ago he and his sister Silentbrook (April) wandered to far from their homes, and were taken in by the queen of the black fortress. Besides that Thunderheart couldn’t remember anything from his past.

Thunderheart laid near the pool and stared up at the big hole at the top of the cave which showed the large full moon. The moon was the only light that you could see from the outside world. He would often spend most of his nights staring up at the moon and would usually forget him self and the world around him.

He blinked a few times, there was something he had to do when the moon reached the center of the sky. He searched his mind a little longer before he heard two long howls. He shot up, it was the queens black wolf hounds. He realized what he had to do, he had to go to a meeting where the very few servants of the queen get together. It was held every month, or when the queen felt like it.

He got up to leave but then stopped. He turned and looked at his reflection that shone in the moon light. Thunderheart scowled at it, lifted his hood over his head, and hurried out towards the fortress.

***

Thunderheart silently panted as he yanked the door open to the queens secret meeting room. All eyes turned on him as he walked into the room. Among the few eyes he saw his sister Silentbrook.

Silentbrook and Thunderheart were twins, and almost looked exactly like their parents when they were younger, so they were told by two elders called, Needletooth and Soremuzzle. She had darkish brown straight hair, and ice blue eyes. She smiled a bit nervously at him and glanced at the queen, who gave him an annoyed look.

The queen called her self, “Iamtheboxlady”, but most people called her “Boxlady” for short. She ruled over the dark land and all those who lived in it. She sat on her black throne, beside her laid two large black wolves that gave Thunderheart a small growl.

“You’re late.” she growled. A shiver ran down Thunderheart’s spine.

“Sorry,” he muttered lowering his hood. “It’s just that...”

“Let me guess,” she interrupted. “You forgot.” Thunderheart nodded slowly. Boxlady sighed and dismissed him to go stand by his sister. He went over to her with out any questions. As Boxlady continued on what she was saying, Thunderheart felt a paw on his shoulder. He looked back and saw that the paw belonged to Silverhawk.

Silverhawk, or Becky, was brought here when she was in her late teen years. They looked at each other for a moment. He could only focus on her beautiful sky blue eyes. She gave him a smile which made his stomach jump. He looked back at Boxlady.

He and Silverhawk loved each other deeply, they even had a son which they named Wesley. But due to the unwritten law, which was that Boxlady’s servants were not aloud to love, they were forced to abandoned the young one far away from the fortress. That was five years ago, and since then Thunderheart tried to keep away from her. But it was hard trying to keep away from someone he loved.

“I’d be here on time next time if I were you.” Thunderheart’s best friends Eagleeyes whispered to him. Thunderheart nodded. Eagleeyes, who’s real name was George, has always stuck up for Thunderheart ever since he was brought here. Even though they were now adults, that wouldn’t stop them from acting childish at times.

“...So, now that all my faithful servants are here,” she said giving Thunderheart a glare. Thunderheart lowered his head. “I will get down to business. Three weeks ago, three slaves called Brokeneyes, Thornfilth, and Wretchedfur escaped from the fortress...”

“Yeah, all on Thunderheart’s watch.” An obnoxious ferret called Lionclaw said. Thunderheart glared at him. Thunderheart and Lionclaw were enemies ever since Thunderheart and Silentbrook came to the fortress. Lionclaw’s younger sister, Fernbelly, placed a paw on her brother’s shoulder.

“Shut yer trap, Lionclaw.” Thunderheart growled. “No body likes you besides your pathetic excuse for a sister.” Eagleeyes looked at Thunderheart, with shock and a bit of anger in his eyes. Fernbelly lowered her head in embarrassment.

Lionclaw took a step forward and spat, “Don’t you dare talk about my sister like that, Scumface!” Thunderheart let out a growl, ran up to Lionclaw, and knocked him down. He pinned Lionclaw by the shoulder and started throwing punches at him.

“Take it back!” he shouted. Lionclaw flipped him self over so now he had Thunderheart pinned down. By now, Boxlady’s wolves were starting to whine and bark with excitement.

“I’ll never take it back Scumface!” he spat at him. Thunderheart bit Lionclaw on the arm and then punched him. Lionclaw was about to give Thunderheart a punch on the face when a jet of dark blue light hit him on the side. Lionclaw was blasted off of Thunderheart and fell hard on the ground. He laid motionless as Fernbelly rushed up to him. Thunderheart looked up at Boxlady. She was standing and had her hand stretched out.

“That’s enough!” she barked. She glared at Fernbelly and Silentbrook. “Fernbelly! Silentbrook! Learn how to control your idiotic brothers!” The both of them dipped their heads at her. Boxlady sat on her throne once more, as Thunderheart and Lionclaw got up. Her two wolves stopped whining and barking at once.

“As I was saying before,” she continued more calmly. “Three slaves have escaped. It is up to you four to go off to the nearest town, find them, and bring them back.”

“Exactly where is the nearest town?” Silverhawk asked.

“It’s a place called Toontown.” Boxlady replied. Thunderheart’s ears perked up, he had heard that name before. “It’s not like the fortress, everything there is bright and colorful. But while your traveling your eyes will adjust slowly to the color and brightness of the place. Now for the more serious mater. Last night, the great dark rulers from the past, came and warned me of a prophecy.”

“Prophecy?” Eagleeyes asked. Boxlady nodded.

“Aye, it is confusing, but it is a warning. It went like this:

As darkness rules the land, the seer waits and starts to plan.
To banish darkness and free the slaves, he calls and army to bring them back saved.
Upon his army the water dog’s blood, unleashes traitors from the flood.
Love takes over a worthy heart, and soon is being torn apart.
The bird will release the diamond’s sword, and darkness will be over thrown.”

Thunderheart thought about the prophecy as he stared out of the window and stared at the moon. ‘ “As darkness rules the land.” Well that’s obviously Boxlady’s fortress. “The seer waits and starts to plan.” Hmm, well I guess that means someone who can see the future. There isn’t anyone here that could see the future that I know of. Maybe it’s someone in Toontown. Toontown. Why is that name so familiar? I’ve never been any where else other than this fortress my whole life...or have I? Moon’s quite beautiful, just like Silverhawk. I wonder what happened to Wesley, hope he’s alright. Wonder what I’d do if I ever found him...’

Thunderheart’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pain in his stomach. He clutched his stomach and fell on his knees. Boxlady stood over him. She grasped his muzzle with her cold, long, black finger nailed hand and forced Thunderheart to look at her.

“Pay attention!” she hissed at him. Thunderheart tried his hardest not to let a whine escape from his throat. He gulped and then nodded. Boxlady released his muzzle and when back over to her throne. Thunderheart stood up once more and rubbed his sore muzzle.

“The six of you leave tomorrow,” she said. “Take a few dozen Zithllars with you and...”

“Zithllars?!!” Lionclaw asked in shock. “Those stupid things?! They don’t even know what’s the difference between a rock and a tree!” Boxlady looked at Lionclaw.

“I understand how you feel Lionclaw,” Boxlady said cooly. “Yes they are a bit on the slow side, but I created them fierce as well. So since my creatures came out stupid, does that mean that I am stupid?” Lionclaw hesitated for a moment.

“Of...of course not your majesty.” he stammered. “I didn’t...I don’t...your not stupid.”

“Besides,” Eagleeyes said. “I’ve met stupider people, like my brother. Stupidest person I ever met!” Boxlady smirked at Lionclaw.

“You see?” she said to him. “I created these creatures the way I wanted. So don’t question my creatures ever again, understood?” Lionclaw nodded. “Good.” She turned her attention to Silentbrook. “Silentbrook, take your apprentice Deadtail with you. Who knows, maybe she’ll impress me and then she could join you six.”

Silentbrook’s ears perked up and she nodded. Lionclaw snorted. Boxlady dipped her head slightly.

“Good, now get some rest. You leave at dawn.” They nodded. Thunderheart turned to leave. “Thunderheart, will you stay here for a moment?” Thunderheart turned back at Boxlady.

Lionclaw walked up to Thunderheart and whispered, “Your gonna get it now, Scumface!” He walked out of the room quickly, with Fernbelly following him. Eagleeyes made a fist and pounded it into his paw. Thunderheart chuckled at his friends will to fight. Eagleeyes shrugged and went out of the room.

Silverhawk and Silentbrook walked past him, but Silverhawk stopped in front of him. “Don’t worry,” she whispered softly. “You’ll be alright.” Thunderheart nodded and watched her leave. He wished he could go with them to the servants room, but Boxlady held him back. As the door shut behind Silverhawk, Thunderheart turned and looked at Boxlady.

“Yes?” he asked. Boxlady motioned him closer to her. He walked up to her throne. Boxlady’s wolves eyed him with a hint of death in their eyes.

“I have a special job for you Thunderheart.” she said. Thunderheart tilted his head curiously. “It has to do with the prophecy. I want you to kill the bird and, or, the diamond.” Thunderheart looked at her.

“Ok, why?” he asked.

“In the prophecy it says that the bird will release the diamond’s sword. If there’s no bird, then the diamond’s sword won’t be released. And...”

“If I kill the diamond then it’s sword won’t be released by the bird, right?” Thunderheart asked. Boxlady smirked.

“Precisely.” she said. Thunderheart pulled his sword out and licked the blade. Then he held it over his head as they always do when they make a deep promise to her.

“I swear on all the great and mighty rulers from the past, I will do as my queen as asked me to do. Even if it costs me my own life.” He lowered the sword and knelt down. “You have my word, me lady.” Boxlady smiled wickedly. She pulled her own sword out from her cape and placed the flat part of it on his shoulder.

“You are truly loyal Thunderheart, I can always count on you. I accept your promise.” She hid the sword back into her cape. “You may go now, Thunderheart.” Thunderheart nodded, got up and left her alone. She sat there and smirked.

“I hope you will be able to keep my trust, by killing your own brother!” she spat. Then she threw her head back and began to laugh wickedly.

Several miles away, Toontown sleeps peacefully. Then a loud yell rings out from an old, abandoned apartment in Jack and Jill road. A tall, gray furred weasel, with a strong smell of smoke, wakes up in a cold sweat still yelling at the horrible nightmare he had just had.

[julayla]

Aw man, looks like things are gonna start turning out bad. I'm glad you started this. Good job.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Of course they are.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Next chapter up. ^_^

Chapter 1.
Wheezy’s POV

I wiped some sweat off of my forehead as my breathing returned to it’s normal pace. I had another nightmare, but I’m quite used to it. Now a day’s I’ve been getting more and more nightmares and not dreams. Most of them were about this crazy demon lady that had razor sharp nails, and Doom.

I shuddered at the thought of Doom. He was a wicked Toon who dressed up as a human just to win some election. During that time me and the gang would go off and hunt down Toons.

The gang. Those guys are great, a little annoying at times, but I still consider them as my friends. Everything would have been like before, if Boss hadn’t disappeared. We never saw him again after the Roger Rabbit incident. Greasy thinks that he was turned into nothing but a puddle of paint. Psycho and Stupid thinks he’s still out there. As for me I’m not really sure, but I see him in my dreams, which is kind of creepy at times.

I laid back down on my bed and looked at the clock. 3:20 am. I groaned and went back to sleep, hoping that I wouldn’t get another nightmare.

***

“It happened again didn’t it?” Greasy muttered as I walked down the hall of the apartment later that day. He was picking his teeth with his reflective switch blade. "You had another nightmare?" I nodded. He spat something out and glared at me. “Don’t you know how annoying it is too live with that man?”

“Like I can help it.” I wheezed lighting up another cigarette. Then I continued walking.

“Adonde vas?” he asked in Spanish. I looked at him curiously. He sighed and then said, “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go help Stitch with a picture collage that he wants to do.” I replied.

“Oh, yeah. Your little amigo.” he said. “Well have fun.”

***

Stitch and I were walking down a street full of shops of all different kinds. Stitch stopped and took a picture of a record store, waited till the photo came out, then continued on his way. I looked at my little friend, then looked at the sidewalk.

I sometimes felt like he was the only one who understood me. Greasy gets annoyed by me, Psycho is too insane to understand, and Stupid is just...well, stupid. We met each other the same place where I grew up, the streets. He introduced me to Lilo and her “O’hana”, so now were pretty tight.

“Ika gilaba!” Stitch shouted. I looked up and slammed into a light post. I tumbled back wards and fell flat on my back. Stars flew around my head. Stitch picked me up and placed me standing up. “Ginucha galichy?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.” I said to him. I may not have understood Spanish, but I did know a lot about Stitch’s language. He lifted his camera up and took a picture of me. “Hey! Don’t take a picture of me right now!”

He laughed as he waved the picture in front of my face. I tried to take the picture from him, but he pulled it back. I folded my arms.

“Fine then have it your way.” I said. I turned around, then I turned back quickly and tried to grab it. He jumped out of the way again and I fell flat on my face. I heard Stitch take another picture of me. I flipped over on my back and looked at him. “You’re slippery did you know that?”

“Ih!” he remarked. Then took another picture of me. I started chuckling, then I looked up at the sky and closed my eyes. My dad would have like to see me now, happy that is.

“Well ha-cha-cha! Look at what the koala dragged in.” a voice said above me. I opened my eyes and saw a rat’s face looking down at me, Mortimer. I jumped up and looked at him. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it Wheezier?”

“What do you want rat?” I growled. He smirked at me.

“Aw, I just wanted to see how the homeless wheezier was. So where do you live? Oh wait, I just remembered, your homeless. Ha-ha!” My I clenched my fists and took a step forward. How dared he make fun of my past. Stitch grabbed on to my paw and shook his head.

“Go jump in a lake, no body likes you.” I snapped. He wagged a finger at me.

“Uh-uh-uh! That’s not the proper way to treat your guests. Haven’t your parents taught you anything? I can see why they abandoned you now. Ha-cha-cha!” I felt a pit in my stomach, then it turned into a sudden lurch. I looked at Stitch, fire burning in my eyes.

“Ok.” he said letting go of my paw.

“That’s it!” I shouted. Stitch pulled his camera up.

“Smile!”

***

I held a piece of meat over my black eye as Greasy looked at the pictures that Stitch took. Chief O’Hara stood near the door way.

“As you can see,” he said. “This was clearly going to turn out to become into a street fight.” I turned towards Stitch.

“Next time, flush the evidence.” I whispered.

“Cussssh!” he said making a flushing motion.

“Don’t worry officer,” Greasy said to Chief O’Hara. “It won’t happen again.” O’Hara nodded and then left. Greasy closed the door and looked at his “gang”. Psycho sat next to Stupid looking at magazines. “I can’t believe I got stuck with you three!”

“Look on the bright side,” I said. “At least were still together.”

“You, shut up!” he snapped. I blinked at him. He sighed and sat down on a chair. “I wish it was Boss controlling instead of me.”

“Duh, I think your doing a great job!” Stupid pipped up. Greasy looked at him.

“Your just saying that to make me feel better.” he said. “Look, just face it. Were completely lost with out Boss.”

“We need him back.” Stupid said.

“Hee-Hee-Hee! Yeah, then we could go off and hunt down Roger again. Hee-Hee!” Psycho giggled. I smiled.

“Remember the time when Boss first came up with this gang?” I asked.

“Duh, yeah I remember that! Remember when we escaped from the school?” Stupid asked. Psycho started giggling again.

“Yeah, and then Wheezy got shoved in the stomach.” he grinned.

“And then you stretched out Stupid’s sweat shirt.” I replied.

“And when we all raced over to the trash too early.”

“And when you slammed into the van.”

“Duh, and a few years later, when Boss got a ticket for letting me drive.” The three of us started laughing.

“Yeah! And remember when we T.P. the van that one Halloween? Boy was he mad! Hee-Hee!”

“Duh, remember when we knocked all the power out from Toontown?” By now we were laughing uncontrollably.

“HA-HA! I remember that!” I laughed. “Oh, and remember the time when...”

“WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP!” Greasy suddenly shouted. We all stopped laughing. “That’s how we died in the first place, estupidos! Smart Guy is gone, ok!? He’s not coming back, and he never will. So just stop mentioning him!”

He buried his face in his paws with frustration. Stitch and I looked at each other. Then Stitch went over to Greasy.

“O’hana...means...family,” Stitch started. “Family...means...”

“No body get’s left behind.” Greasy muttered.

“Or forgotten.” Stitch finished. Greasy looked at Stitch.

“But were not related.” he pointed out.

“Well, we’re sort of like a family.” Psycho said. Greasy sighed and stood up.

“I don’t know. There’s too much pressure right now. I’m gonna go to the mall with Licky and Bushroot. See you guys later.” Then he left out the door. Psycho stood up.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a cup of coffee. See ya.” he giggled then he left as well. I looked at Stupid who was staring at the floor. I suddenly realized that he didn’t have anything or anyone to be with.

“Um, I have to go help Stitch finish his collage. I’ll see you later.” I said to him placing the piece of meat down and lighting up two cigarettes. He nodded. I looked at Stitch and then we both left. I knew how Stupid was feeling, I felt it my self like almost every day.

Yes, I am still depressed, and no I am not trying to kill my self...again. I know it’s not my fault, but then why do I feel so guilty? Why do I feel like I double crossed someone? And the most important question is; Why do all of my good dreams include a female weasel that looks a lot like me?

[julayla]

Awww...they all miss him. I'm starting to feel bad for them now, especially Wheezy.

[FlameTheCharmander]

GAH! I am soo tired! I need sleep! Hope you guys like it, 'cause I stayed up late for it.

Chapter 2
Stupid's POV.

I sat there, alone in the apartment. I felt so unwanted, so empty, so...bored! Even though I was alone, that didn't meant that I couldn't go out and do something, so I picked up my bat and went out the door. I decided that the Toontown mall would be a good start. I started walking towards the mall, which was not very far away from where we lived. While I was walking I saw two Toon British female cats staring at me. I waved at them and continued on my way.

"That's one of the weasels from the Toon Patrol." one of them that was white said.

The other one, which was black, nodded. "I don't know how in the world they came back to life. I think it would have been better off if they were still dead."

"Aye, but at least they ain't 'causing ruckus. Since they're boss has been gone, all they do is try to act like the whole thing never happened.

"Well, I certainly won't forgive them for trying to destroy Toontown!"

"Here, here." I ignored the Toons harsh words and started skipping for a bit but then I stopped. It reminded me to much of my brother, George.

"For the last time Fred," an eight year old George sighed. "Your not supposed to skip, your supposed to march." I grinned at him and started skipping again. I was a dorky four year old and I thought everything was fun and games. George stopped me. "Fred could you just cooperate with me for once please?"
"Why is this so big for you?" I asked.
"Because, mom and dad need to see how good of a brother I am to you," he replied. "Now please just march while were playing soldiers ok?" I nodded rapidly. He smiled and started marching. I stuck my nose up in the air and started marching around too. "At ease!" he shouted. I bumped into him and fell down on my bottom. He helped me up. "You ok?" I rubbed my bottom and then saluted.
"I'm okie-dokie!" He started laughing, then he gave me a hug. I hugged him back. "Let's promise to be bests friends for ever!"
"Ok." he said.

My heart sank, he didn't keep his promise. He abandoned me and left me by myself. He didn't treat me like a brother anymore, and he didn't even care for me anymore. He would just point out how stupid I was, and how chubby I was getting. I trudged on, trying to ignore the painful memories locked inside of my mind.

I always tried to act like friends when we were together, but he'd make an excuse to leave. The last time I ever saw him was when we got Wheezy to join our gang. I just couldn't face another day of torment from my older brother, so I decided to stay with Psycho and Wheezy. But if there was anyway that I could at least see him one more time, just to see if he was ok or not, then I would have been satisfied.

POW!

I fell on back. I didn't notice that I just walked right into the entrance of the mall. I was to busy remembering about my brother. I laid there paralyzed to the spot, just then heard the door open.

"Ay caramba!" I heard a female say in Spanish. "Is he dead?"

"Let me poke him!" another female said.

"What are you, five?!!" a male snapped. "Of course you can't poke him, and of course he's not dead! Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm the only smart one."

"Yeah, just 'cause you have glasses." the first female said. I blinked as my vision was going back to focus. Three weasels were standing above me. One was a female Hispanic weasel with raven hair and amber eyes, the other female had gray fur with sandy blonde hair and light green eyes, and the only male had spikey bangs, brown fur, ocean blue eyes, and he wore green wired glasses. I blinked at them. We stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Well, what do you know," the gray furred weasel said smiling. "He's not dead." The male rolled his eyes and helped me up.

"You ok dude?" he asked. I nodded. He grinned at me revealing a set of sharp teeth. "That's good."

"Hey! You have sharp teeth!" I exclaimed. He stopped grinning at once. His eyes turned cold.

"Yeah so?!" He spat. "You've got a problem with it Sharp tooth?!!" I took a step back.

"Duh, no, no! I don't have a problem with it. It's just that, one of my friends has sharp teeth as well." I said. His eyes softened. The Hispanic weasel placed her paw on his shoulder and whispered something. He sighed.

"I guess your right," he muttered. He turned his attention back to me. "Hey, I'm sorry for calling you Sharp tooth. I didn't mean it, it's just that everyone makes fun of me for it." I nodded.

"Duh, I understand." I said to him. "What's your name?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, my name is Oliver." he said.

"I'm Rosa." the Hispanic weasel said.

"And I'm Devi." the gray furred weasel said.

"Duh, cool. My name is Stupid." I grinned. They stared at me.

"Your kidding...right?" Rosa asked. I shook my head. Rosa looked at Devi who was mouthing the words, "Oh sad." Oliver pushed his glasses up.

"Well, Stupid. Do you have another name?" he asked. I thought for a moment.

"Duh, I think it's Fred." I said.

"You think?" I shrugged.

"Why else would they call me Stupid? I don't really remember." The same two cats who were muttering about my gang strolled by us. They stopped and sneered at Oliver.

"My, my, my Psycho." the white cat said. "What in heaven names did you do? You couldn't have possibly gotten surgery that fast?" Oliver stared at them curiously.

"Huh?" he asked. The black one snorted.

"Don't play stupid with us!" she snapped. "Why aren't you crazy like you always are? Hmm?"

"What the heck are you talking ab...." He didn't finish for just barely the white cat opened Oliver's mouth.

"Honestly Psycho, why didn't you just go and trim your sharp teeth as well?"

"Aye," the black one said. "And what's with all the scars and bruises?" The white one shut Oliver's mouth again and stuck her nose up in the air.

"Come Muffy, we shouldn't waste our time with the freak patrol."

"Oh, yes. I agree Tuffy." the black one replied before both of them walked off. Oliver looked furious. I could have sworn that his ocean eyes looked like storm. He started walked forward when Rosa and Devi held him back.

"Let me at them!" he growled. "I'll show 'em! I ain't Psycho you fat, snotty....freaks!!!" Oliver fell on his knees, shaking with anger. Rosa knelt beside him and gave him a hug. Devi looked at me and walked over.

"He doesn't mean to act like this." She said softly. "He's just been abused so much that he can't control his anger sometimes. You wouldn't know somewhere where we could stay, would you?" I shook my head and looked around at the parking lot, then I spotted the Toon Patrol van. Greasy must have been here.

"Duh, I think I know some one who does know somewhere." I grinned. Oliver and Rosa looked at me. I motioned them towards the entrance of the mall. "Common, you guys will like him. He's a nice guy." They followed me.

"What's the persons name?" Rosa asked.

"Well, I'm not sure what his real name is, but me and the others just call him Greasy." I replied before opening the door. "You don't have to worry about him, that is, if your a male." Devi and Rosa exchanged worried glances. I grinned and led them towards the hat department. I had a feeling that those they were going to have some "fun" meeting Greasy.

[julayla]

Looks like Stupid found some new friends, I think. Anyway, things are gonna get more interesting by the next chapter.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Here's the next chapter, it's shorter than the other ones I posted up. Hope ya like.

Chapter 3
Greasy's POV.

"What about this trendy hat?" The Liquidator asked as he placed a large sombrero on my head. "It's kind of now, kind of wow." The sombrero slipped down over my eyes. I stared at darkness for a while, then I took the hat off and threw it at him.

"Licky," I said. "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't want a new hat!" Licky (a.k.a. The Liquidator) placed the hat back on the rack.

"You know, 3 out of 4 dentists say that your hat looks exactly like your boss's hat." he replied.

"I don't want to talk about boss ok!" I snapped. "And I don't want a new hat!!" He shrugged and continued exploring through the hat department. I sighed as Bushroot came up to me.

"Are you sure were supposed to be here?" He asked. "We are sort of like criminals ya know."

"Hey, it's Licky who wanted to come here not me." I muttered. We watched as Licky went in and out of rows filled with hats. "And you know how he is when he sees a sale. He just has to advertise it."

"Hey Bushroot, get a load of these hats!" Licky shouted ten rows down. Bushroot looked at me and then went over to Licky. So I was left alone, but I didn't mind really. They were good friends and all, but sometimes my own problems got in the way.

"Duh, hey Greasy! Look who I found." I turned and saw Stupid coming over with three other weasel. One was Hispanic, the other had gray fur, and the other was the only male. I stared at the Hispanic weasel, she looked...framiliar. The gray furred weasel turned to the Hispanic weasel.

"I think he's hitting on you." I heard her whisper. I glared at her and then turned my attention to Stupid. He gave me a dopey grin.

"Well, who are they?" I asked.

"D'oh! Right." he said. The male step forward.

"My name is Oliver." he said.

"I'm Devi." the gray furred weasel said.

"My name's Rosa." the last female barely whispered. I raised my eyebrows a bit.

"Rosa? That's your name?" I asked. She nodded. "Huh, funny. I had a sister named Rosa." She looked at me curiously. We stared at each other for a moment, then I turned away. It was no use, I knew Rosa was dead and gone, just like my mother. I looked back at Stupid.

"Well?! Any particular reason why you brought them to me, Stupid?" I said bitterly.

"Duh, well, they need a place to stay and I was thinking maybe they could...I don't know, stay in the apartment with us." he replied.

"Heh, heh. Claro que si," I chuckled in Spanish. "Ellos pueden quedarse si yo era el tio de un mono."

"Eso no puede pasar porque usted es mas feo que un mono!" Rosa said. I looked at her a bit surprised. That was the first time anyone understood me in Spanish. She glared at me. "You better watch what you say, Greasy." I glared at her. She smirked a bit.

"Fine," I muttered while I glared at her. "They can stay with us." Oliver smiled at me.

"Thanks." he said. I sniffed.

"Don't thank me, thank your girlfriend." I said. Oliver and Rosa blushed. Devi giggled a bit. I felt someone knock my hat off and place a different hat on.

"Hey Greasy, look at this hat!" Bushroot said. I ripped the hat off and looked at it. It was a green Newsboy's hat. I turned and looked at Bushroot and Licky.

"I already told you guys, I don't want a hat!!" I snapped at them.

"I think it's cute." Rosa said. I blushed.

"Uh, really?" I asked. She nodded. I looked back at Licky and Bushroot, they both had hopes in their eyes.

"Fine," I groaned. "Just this ok?" I picked my original hat and placed it on my head. I took the new hat to the check out line.

Rosa walked up to me and whispered, "I had a brother named Alejandro, and I think you're hair is pretty." I felt my face grow hot of embarrassment.

"Th...thanks." I said.

"Here, I'll pay for it, ok?" She took the hat and went off towards the check out line. As I watched her leave I started wondering whether she was my real sister or not. I sighed. I really had to stop hoping, but something inside of me just wouldn't quit. Licky came up to me with the sombrero he placed on my head earlier.

"I still think that this looks trendy." he said placing it on his head. I chuckled at him.

"Sure Licky," I said to him. "What ever you say."

[julayla]

Great job! You got Liquidator and Bushroot in it! And that Rosa is familiar...could she be...we'll find out eventually.

[FlameTheCharmander]

spikey said:

Flame, answer this question: Is the Licky and Bushie in this fic members of the Friendly Four, that would be awesome if they is!, I hope it is so.

Oh yeah, Friendly Four. Forgot about them. Whoops.

[FlameTheCharmander]

I think this one is pretty short. I also think it's not very good, but that's because I wrote this while I was so gosh dang tiered. Well, hope you like anyways.

Chapter 4
Psycho's POV.

I raced out of the human world coffee shop on all fours. The manager and a Waiter chased me to the door.

"And stay out!!" The manager hollered. I turned and stuck my tongue out at him when just then I slammed into a truck. Little birdies flew around my head. As I shook my head, I noticed that there was traffic, and being the curious weasel I am, I went to go check it out.

There in the middle of the street was a white, tall, lanky, horse wearing a straw hat, a few police officers, and a rat wearing a yellow jumpsuit with a battery strapped to his back. The rat was yelling at something to the officers but I was too far to hear what he was shouting, so I moved up closer.

"Look Sparky," the first police officer said. "Stop playing games, this is your horse."

"Don't call me Sparky!" the rat yelled. "And he's not my horse." The officer turned to the horse.

"Is he your owner?" he asked.

"Well...uh..." the horse started. I could tell he was going to blow it. So I ran in and stopped jumped right on the horse's back.

"Ha-ha! There you are you silly horse!" I said playfully.

"Is this your horse?" the second officer asked. I nodded.

"Of course, he is! He's been running off a lot, I just don't know what to do with him. Hee-Hee-Hee!" The horse looked at me for a moment, then he realized what I was doing and went along with it.

"I'm so glad ye found me govner!" he said in a British accent. "Can't wait 't get hom and 'ave some supper, wot!" The two officers looked at each other for a moment.

"A-alright then," the first one said. "Just make sure you watch him more carefully now often. Good bye." As the two officers walked away, I could hear the first one say, "Toons. Never got them, never will." We all released a sigh of relieve when the two drove away in their vehicle.

"Thanks a lot." the horse said. "Ye don't know 'ow grateful I am. Allow me 't introduce me self. Names Cyril, and this....well, I don't know what this chap's name is...."

"My name's Megavolt." the rat muttered.

"Oh, right, right. Jolly Good." Cyril said grinning. I chuckled.

"Righty-ho. The name's Charlie, but everyone calls me Psycho." I said patting Cyril on the neck. He did a snort of appreciation. Megavolt let out an annoyed growl.

"Would you guys move out of the road already?! People are trying to move!" he said sounding ticked off. We looked at him.

"Hey Sparky, relax would ya?" I said. He clenched his fist.

"DON'T CALL ME SPARKY AND I AM RELAXED! I...AM...RE...LAXED!!! GRRRRRRR!!!!!" He shouted letting out a frustrated growl. We stared at him for a moment and Cyril turned his head towards me.

"He's not relaxed is he govner?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No." I said.

***

Cyril gave Megavolt and I a lift back home. Megavolt seemed a bit annoyed as Cyril and I starting singing a silly song that Cyril taught me. Cyril rode up to the apartment where I lived in. I jumped off his back and gave him a pat.

"Thanks a lot buddy." I said. "See ya later guys. Ride safely."

"G' bye, govner. Thanks fer everything." Cyril said.

"Bye Psycho." Megavolt said before turning to Cyril. "Please don't sing on the way to my place." Cyril grinned.

"I was not planning to, but thanks fer the idea!" he said before galloping off.

"OH-NO!" Megavolt groaned. I chuckled as I watched my new friends ride away. I turned and headed towards my room.

[julayla]

Cool, so now Psycho made friends with both Cyril and Megavolt! Great work there, Flame. I can't wait for more.

[FlameTheCharmander]

Here's the next chapter. ^_^

Chapter 5
Greasy's POV.

"Get that stupid thing out of my face!" I hollered down the halls as I ran away from Oliver and his annoying camera. The guy was trying to make a documentary of our wishes, but I refused to tell mine. So now he's hunting me like how a hound dog hunts a fat turkey. I heard him down the hall.

"Not until you say to it what your wish is and where you got that purple lizard!" he hollered back. I looked at the old purple lizard clutched in my paws. The lizard belonged to my younger sister, but I wasn't about to tell any stranger where I got it. I stuffed the lizard in my jacked and I started sprinting again. I ran down the stairs and saw that Psycho was coming in. He cocked his head stupidly like Stupid did when he was confused.

"Hi ya Greasy. What's going on? Hee-Hee!" he asked. I ran towards a table.

"Crazy...maniac!" I panted. "Just to let you know....you didn't...see me!" I ducked behind the table and started trying to control my breathing. I heard someone coming up to me, I looked up and saw Psycho standing over me.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because the guys annoying, now go before you give me away." I whispered.

"Why?" I glared at him.

"Are you trying to annoy me?" I asked standing up. "Look, just make sure you he doesn't see me."

"And what if he sees me talking to you?" he asked. I froze, then slowly turned around. Sure enough there was Oliver, but he wasn't holding his camcorder up. He was staring at Psycho. Psycho waved at him. "Hi."

"Uh...hi." Oliver said unsure of him self. I relaxed a bit.

"Psycho this is Oliver. Oliver, Psycho." I said introducing them. Oliver stared at Psycho a bit more, then his eyes hardened.

"So, your Psycho. Your the weasel who made those stupid British cats torment me!" he growled. Psycho stared at him.

"Oh, Muffy and Tuffy? Why the heck would they mistake me for you? You look nothing like me." he said. I looked at them both, then it hit me.

"Well, if you weren't the way you look right now Psycho, the you would look a lot like him. Right down to the pointed teeth." I pointed out. Psycho glared at me.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it because of the experiments they did on me and nothing else. It's not in the family! I don't even HAVE a family. They just abandoned me when I was sent to the asylum!" he spat.

"Asylum?" Oliver asked rubbing his neck. Psycho nodded. Oliver thought for a moment. "What's your real name?"

"It's Charlie." Psycho said. "Why?" Oliver looked up at the celling.

"Charlie...asylum...why are they familiar?" Oliver whispered. There was silence. Then the phone started ringing.

"I'll get it." I said. I walked over to the phone and answered it, it was Wheezy.

"Hello?" I said.

"Greasy, get the others and get over here to Stitch's house ya gotta see something. Oh and bring Oliver, Devi and Rosa."

"Ok, sure I'll....wait a minute! You haven't...you didn't...how did you know who they are?!"

"I...I can't tell you..."

"Common, you can trust me."

"No...I can't..."

"Please Wheezy? Just..."

"JUST GET THE HELL OVER HERE!" He hung up. I stared at the phone, that was the first time I heard him use that word. But I'm not really surprised. He grew up on the streets and that kind of language was common. I hung up and looked at Psycho and Oliver, who were still in silence.

"Psycho, go get Stupid. Oliver, go get Rosa and Devi. I'll meet you at the van."

***

A little while later the whole gang was at the door step of Stitch's house. I knocked on the door and waited. A little Hawaiian girl answered the door. She smiled at the group.

"Aloha. You guys must be Wheezy's friend." she said. Devi smiled.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Devi. What is your name?" Devi asked.

"My name is Lilo." the girl responded. "Common in. I'll show you to my uncle Jumbaa's room." She lead us upstairs and into a room where I saw a large fat four-eyed alien typing some stuff down in the laptop he had in front of him. Stitch was right beside him along with a noodle one-eyed alien. Wheezy was a sleep on the bed.

"Honestly!" I scoffed. "That stupid lug sleeps more than he smokes!" Devi looked at Wheezy curiously. She walked over to him. I looked at the aliens. "So, what's your names?" The four-eyed alien stood up.

"My name is Dr. Jumbaa Jookiba. And this walking noodle is named Pleakly." he said. Pleakly gave Jumbaa a little glare.

"And what might your names be?" Pleakly asked.

"Well my name's Greasy and...." At that moment both Devi and Wheezy let out a scream. Everyone turned towards they're way. Wheezy was panting and had a death grip on Devi's arm. Devi was staring at Wheezy with some fear in her eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, then Wheezy let go of her arm.

"Well...the girl who just screamed is named Devi." I said. I finished introducing the others to the aliens. Jumbaa nodded as Wheezy got up from the bed.

"Are you alright?" Devi asked. Wheezy gave her a cold look.

"I'm fine!" he nearly spat. "What are you? My mother?!" Devi opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. Jumbaa cleared his throat.

"Any's who." he said. "Reason why smoking weasel called you here is because we received a very strange e-mail. Come and look." We crowded around Jumbaa as he opened up the e-mail that he received. A video screen appeared, on the screen was a hooded person. All you could see was the person's mouth. The person gave us a wicked smile.

"Hello Thornfilth, Brokeneyes and Wreatchedfur," the person said. She sounded like a female so I assume that she was one. Rosa grabbed on to my arm. I blushed a bit. "I see you're all holding back. scared, are you? I won't bite. I just want to hear your pretty voice's again. Oh, how I miss you all. in the good old days, on the old fortress, I miss that. Then you moved here. Did you think you'd be safe? Don't be so naive. I'll always find you. I do this because I care. I love you all. You are all children to me. I want to help you. I want to care for you. Queen of the fortress is what you all dubbed me so many moons ago. Hurry back." A message then popped up that said, "From your beloved queen, iamtheboxlady." We stared at the screen in silence for a while. Rosa let go of my arm.

"If they're trying to be creepy, it's not working. It just sounds pathetic. I've had creepier people try to hit on me at Superstore." I scoffed. I sat on a nearby chair, placed my paws behind my head and leaned back. Psycho and Stupid nodded.

"Duh, I agree with you Greasy." Stupid said. Psycho looked at a box near by and grinned. He picked it up.

"Hey guys. Guess who I am." he said before putting the box on over his head. "Grrr! I am the box lady! Fear me and my stupid love notes." Wheezy, Stupid and I started snickering.

"Hey, let me see that." Wheezy said. Psycho tossed the box over to him. He placed the box over his head. "Hurry back! Hurry back to yer queen. I can't live without you." Everyone started laughing except for Oliver, Rosa, and Devi.

"Hey, toss it over Wheezy." I said. He did so. I placed the box over my head.
"I do this because I care. I love you all. You are all children to me!" I said mockingly. The room was filled with hoots of laughter. Suddenly a loud bang shot out of the room. We all looked at Oliver who was holding a gun out. There was a large hole in the ceiling.

"Uh-oh." Stitch said.

"Nani's gonna kill me!" Lilo groaned. There was silence again. I looked at Oliver who was placing the gun back in his pocket. Suddenly, I felt something fall out of my jacket. It fell with a squeak on the floor. I looked down and saw that the purple lizard fell out of my jacket!

"Eh, why is greasy haired weasel with small lizard plushy?" Jumbaa asked.

"Now, now," Pleakly said. "I'm sure that everyone has something that they are very close to them. Take Scrump for example." Rosa picked the lizard up and looked at it. There was disbelief in her eyes.

"W-where did you get this?" she asked.

"It was my younger sister's. I won it for her when she was three." I told her. She continued looking at the lizard. Her head shot up and she looked at Psycho.

"Psycho, what's your whole real name?" she asked quickly. Psycho jumped a bit.

"It's, uh, Charlie Fleischer." he said. Rosa turned towards Wheezy.

"And what's your's?" she asked again. Wheezy stared at her for a moment and then sighed.

"It's Jacob Foray, Jake for short, but I hate the name." he said a bit annoyed.

"It makes sense now." she whispered.

"Duh...what makes sense?" Stupid asked. She glared at Stupid.

"Your name is Fred Newman isn't it?" she asked. Stupid nodded.

"Rosa, you don't think...." Oliver started.

"Yes Oliver. I was right." she said. "Oliver, Thunderheart and Silentbrook aren't your only siblings, Psycho is too! Stupid is Eagleeyes brother. Devi, Wheezy's your cousin, and Greasy..." She looked at me with mix of joy and anger in her eyes. "He's....my brother."

[julayla]

Yay! Rosa found her own brother! This is very good, very good indeed. I hope to see more later on.

EDIT: Oh, almost forgot to mention, great way to use their real names based on the actors that voiced them (though I tend to wonder what Greasy's full name is (I bet I also know Smarty's full name)). Anyway, due to this, I managed to let that wolf of a Sheriff of Nottingham have his voice actor referenced. Check it when you can.

[Veggirl]

Yeah, it is good she found her long lost brother. I wonder how Greasy will react.