Detective S.W. and the Weasel case

[Sewer Weasel]

this is the Chipmunks: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTAOadgGqbI

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this is Girlfreind: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ25-glGRzI&feature=related

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I forgot to mention they have weapons. Sydia has a tommygun, Natalie has two mini-pistols with special bullets that are sharp on one end, Raichu and Vaporeon don't need guns or anything because Vaporeon can use her claws like Meowth and Raichu can dodge any attack and can use a strong bolt tackle. And Sydia got the tommygun off some guy in L.A. for 5 bucks. It's really old. The guy found in a abandoned factory. Can you guess who's it is? LOL


Basicly, the gun used to be Wheezy's. We'll get to that in a later chapter.
Oops, I already have said too much!

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Natalie and Vaporeon were running up a street, both panting, and Vaporeon looking even more annoyed than usual.
"Which... way.... is the.... *pant, pant* Acme Building?" Natalie asked.
"How the.... HELL....... am I.... *Pant* supposed to know?!" Vaporeon screams at Natalie.
Natalie stops running and glares at Vaporeon.
"What?"
"How can you not know where it is? YOU ARE A TOON, FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!"
"HEY, HEY!! The Acme Factory is where they keep the GAGS. I am a ACTION Toon, not a COMEDY Toon. GET IT?!"
"God..... Well, where are supposed to go when we can't find Boss?"
"How am I supposed to to know THAT, either?"
"Help me out with this!" Natalie commanded Vaporeon.
"WHY SHOULD I?!"
"You know you can get kicked out of this gang by not helping us."
Vaporeon sighs. She looks over at Natalie. "Sorry, I'm grumpy. I'm really sorry." She has on a appoligetic face.
"Really?"
"Not in your dreams. I never say "Sorry"!"
Natalie had been tricked. Again. 'I've been tricked. AGAIN!' Natalie thinks.
"Why are you staring at nothing?" Vaporeon asks.
"Huh?" Natalie looks around. "Oh. Uh I'm thinking. We could go to a local and ask-"
"FINE, but YOU do the asking."
This time Natalie sticks out HER tongue and starts walking.

[Sewer Weasel]

Raichu walks on two legs, but Vaporeon walks on all fours. And yes, if you read before that chapter, you can see I posted everyone's weapons, but Raichu and Vaporeon don't have guns or blades cause they have their powers.

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Chapter I've lost Count

I stood there, not beleiving my own eyes. His greasy black hair was in knots and all messed up, thrown this way and that, his green coat shagging off his shoulder. Still clutching his throat, staring up at the ceiling, with horrified eyes. His tongue was hanging out. Dust also covered him in layers. He had a wide, wide smile on his dark cocoa-colored face. Apparently, Toon bodies don't decompose.
I stared, and I asked myself, 'How could his body survived with the dip all over the floor?'
There was old DIP stains under him, so that remains a question I am not able to answer.
I started toward him. I mean his body. Who exactly is 'Him'?
'Him' is Greasy.
Or at least, Greasy's body.
Anywho.....
I was having mixed feelings. I was surprised. I was angry. I was happy his body survived. I was sad he had to die. But most of all I was suspicious. I cocked one eyebrow up, and the other down, something I always do if something puzzles me. Or if I'm gonna say something smart. This puzzled me.
A few feet away I spotted his slightly green dagger. It didnt look as if it had been there for over 60 years. It looked as if someone had just dropped it off. There was not a speck of dust on it. I walked to the dagger instead of Greasy and picked it up. I examined it. I was gonna need some better supplies to study it. I started to the door, only to be stopped by my own thoughts. I couldn't just leave Greasy lying there. Someone else could find him, and who knows what else they would do with it? For all I know, a homeless guy was living in they old acme building. I imagined someone burning his body for firewood, which, I know, is a stupid thought. I decided I should bring him with me. But I couldn't go walking down the street with a dead weasel in my arms. 'I need my friends to bring the van for me,' I thought, 'Or else people will think I'm a lunatic and call the cops. This isn't Chicago, where you see alot of weird stuff.' I sat down next to Greasy's body and looked at my black watch with a glowing green, square screen. It wasn't a watch. It was something I used to comunicate with my gang. I touched the screen and it glowed brightly. I'll send this one to Sydia and Raichu. My finger on the screen, I thought, 'Sydia, get the van to the acme building. Fast. I'll explain later.'
It's a touch-thought-screen. You think of a message, and as long as you include the person's name, it'll send the message.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope you like it!

[Sewer Weasel]

Just to tell you guys, I need some people who actually read this so I can urge on.

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Yeah ;D

I actually DID lose count. That's kind of sad, really. I AM the author.

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HOLY %&@#!!! I'M A HIGH-RANKING MEMBER!!! SWEEEET!!!

[Larissa Gaines. (:]

whoohoo!!!!!! go s.w!!!!! X3 more pleaz. i like this fic!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter Something or Other
RAICHU'S POV

Sydia had walked up to the door and knocked three times.
"Who is it?" asked a female with a strong Mexican accent.
"Me and Sydia want to complement you on your stage efforts," I called back.
The door opened and there was the same hispanic girl. She was wearing dark-ish blue jeans and a dark green tank top. Her eyes were hazel-colored and she was wearing a suspicious frown. Her dark hair covered part of her face and went down halfway to her elbows.
"Come in," she told us. We did so.
"Mrs. Culpernit-" I started.
"Please, call me Diana."
"You were fantastic!" I said. "But you didn't have a accent when you sang. Why?"
"I choose to have my accent. I can speak perfect english if I need to. I just don't want to."
"Awesome. Hey, what's you doing tonight?"
"Not much of anything. Why?"
"Wanna be friends?" I interupted. Culpernit raised a eyebrow.
"Well, okay, I guess. Anyway, why?"
"I was wondering....." Sydia started, but her 'watch' glowed and beeped several times. "Uh, 'scuse me..." She pressed her thumb against the screen. After a moment, Sydia looked over at me and said, "Boss needs the van. She at the Acme building." She turned to the Culpernit girl. "We needa go."
"Wait! Could you come back tomarrow? My life is sorta boring. You seem fun."
"Well, you could come with us..."
"Are you in a gang?" she asked.
"Actually, yeah."
"Cool."
Sydia started to the door. "Well? You coming?"
"Sure!"
I hopped up on Sydia's shoulder and we ran all the way to the van. We all had gotten in our seats when Sydia paused.
"Wait, where IS the Acme building?"
"I know where it is."
"Okay, you can drive then."
"Huh? But I'm under age."
"It's ok. It's like a video game, but if you make a wrong move we'll die."
Diana made a 'That is a really stupid thing to say' face, but they switched places.
After a few moments of complete terror, we arrived at the Acme factory. We got out of the van and and ran inside. Then I saw the most bizzare sight I'd ever saw in my entire 3-year life.
Boss had a guy in a green zoot-suit that was in style for hispanic gangsters in the 1940's. He had on golfer shoes and a big green hat, too. But it wasn't the clothes that she was holding that was strange to me. It was who was wearing the clothes. The guy was a dead weasel.
"What the-?" I stuttered.
"Oh, snap," Sydia managed to say.
Diana had just stood there like this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Get him in the van. NOW." Boss commanded, her eyes staring us down.

TO BE CONTINUED...

This wasn't a very good chapter. Live with it.

[Larissa Gaines. (:]

hey, good job, i bet diana is realated 2 greasy! just a guess.........

[Sodapop]

Diana is human. I know. I'm Sewer Weasel's special helper. (Yay me!!! ;D)