The Hakikat Project

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Note: the movie description is an actual film from the 40's called 'The Grapes of Wrath'. For more: movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800072327/info

Chapter 7

"Heeeeheeeheeeeee!" Physco giggled that night as the six sat in front of the TV. Wheezy arched an eyebrow at his friend and billowed out some stale white smoke. "What's so funny about a guy who just blew outta jail and finds his house abandoned and has ta deal with a half-nutty neighbor?" He rasped.
"His haaaaaaaaaair. Ihihihih!" Physco giggled. Greasy groaned and pulled Elmas closer on the couch. The Turkish weasel blushed furiously and looked at her lap. Smart Guy, who was holding an ice pack over his eye, felt a hot fork of jealousy stab him in the chest. Greasy always treated girls like that, but tonight, it ticked him off. He growled slightly and said, "Hey, Grease, why dont'cha run downstairs and get us some more popcorn? We're out."

"Aww boss, do I have to?" Greasy whined as he traced a finger down Elma's back. "Do it or I'll burn yer damn model magazines!" Smart Guy growled. Greasy's face paled. Reluctantly, he patted Elmas' hands and said, "Adios, mi amor." With that, he got up and left the living room. "Thank you." Elmas whispered, a relieved smile on her face. Smart Guy smiled and winked at her in reply. The Turkish toon's face turned the color of a cherry blossom as she turned back to the screen. Wheezy glanced from his boss to Elmas and frowned disapprovingly before turning back to the television.

~*~

"Aaaaaaah! Yok! Yok! Anne! Baba! Beni terk etme!*" (No! No! Mom! Dad! Don't leave me!).
Smart Guy's eyes popped open as Elmas' screams filled the air. He threw the covers aside and ran to the guest room. Stupid was already there, staring at the thrashing girl with a finger on his lip. "Ah, get outta my way!" Smart Guy shouted, shoving the fat weasel aside. He sat on Elmas' bed and gently shook her shoulders. "Hey, hey! Dollface, wake up! WAKE UP!" He urged. Finally, Elmas' cries subsided. She pried her eyes open and looked at Smart Guy. She sniffed as tears bathed her cheeks. "I saw them." She whimpered. Smart Guy frowned and said to Stupid, "Hey, Brainless, go get some milk and heat it up."
"Duh, OK boss! I'll ask Clarabelle!" Stupid announced as his sneakered feet swept him out of the room. "No! We got some in da...ah, forget it!" Smart Guy waved a paw in the air and turned to Elmas.
"Now dollface, what was dat ya said ya saw?" He asked as he helped her in a sitting position. "I saw my mom and dad...they were dying and, and said I shouldn't worry. I...oh, Smart Guy, it was horrible!" She covered her face with her hands and cried brokenly.

Smart Guy's eyebrows went up. He didn't know what to do; he wasn't the best comforter in the world, and he couldn't recall once his cohorts crying (unless he counted the times Physco stole Stupid's peanut butter and the overweight weasel wailed for four days straight). Hesitantly, he hugged her and patted her back. "S'OK, doll. It was just a dream." He said as softly as he could. Elmas hugged him tightly and said, "You're such a good friend, Smart Guy. I...I just don't know what I'd do without you."

Her words made him shiver, but Smart Guy felt his body stiffen at the word 'friend'. He shook it off and said, "Yeah well, no sweat toots." They were interrupted by the phone's shrill cry vibrating the air. The pink-hatted weasel cursed under his breath and let go of Elmas. "CAN SOMEBODY GET DAT?!" He bellowed. Elmas covered her ears with her paws and chuckled. A second later, they heard a groan and the sound of the receiver being picked up.

"Hola?"
There was a brief pause. "What?! Why yes, yes of course! We'll be right there!"
They heard the sound of the receiver being slammed into place. A second later, a panicked Greasy with green trunks, a T-shirt reading 'Date Me If Ya Don't Hate Me', socks, and curlers rushed in the room. Elmas and Smart Guy had to slap both hands over their mouths to keep from laughing. But when they saw his expression, the urge to laugh died.
"Whatsa matta', Grease?" Smart Guy demanded.
"Mr. and Mrs. Tomruk," the Mexican panted, "they died a coupla minutes ago."
Elmas gasped.

~*~

"Movvit, c'mon! Movvit, wouldya?!" Smart Guy shouted in the hospital 20 minutes later. He was wearing his coat over his pink-and-white striped pygamas and was looking for the doctor. Elmas was at his heels, at the brink of crying. The other weasels (all in their pygamas as well) were trying to obtain information (except for Stupid, who was still looking around for Clarabelle Cow). Finally, Smart Guy found the receptionist. "I'm lookin' for Mr. and Mrs. Tomruk." He said roughly. "I need your ID card." the receptionist (an old toon jaguar) said flatly.
Smart Guy stared at her.
"ID card?" He sneered.
"Yes. How else do we know of your intentions with our paitents?" The jaguar answered as though to a Preschooler. Smart Guy blinked, "Askin' us to our faces?"
"I'm sorry, but I need some kind of authorization."
Smart Guy literally trembled with rage. He pointed a finger to her. "Look Miss Thang ya better do as I say 'r yer gonna authorate me ta get ugly and I ain't pretty when I get ugly! Right, boys?" He turned to his cohorts.
"Ugly, no!" Physco squealed, pulling at his straightjacket. The jaguar must've been intimidated, for she didn't even bother to correct him and picked up the phone. Smart Guy smiled darkly. "Now der's a good gal." He said. Smart Guy leaned on the counter and folded his arms. Elmas didn't say anything, but she was pulling at her long black hair nervously.

A couple of minutes later, a toon baboon with a white lab coat came forward. "Um, Elmas Tomruk?" He called, looking around. "Yeah, it's me." Elmas called. "Ah, hello my dear." The doctor said nervously, "my name is Dr. Rolands, and I cared for your parents."
"Please tell me they're not dead." Elmas begged, even putting her hands together. He sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I did everything I could." He said, "It was just...too much." Elmas' face crumpled as she hid her face in her hands again. Physco whimpered and nuzzled her legs while Smart Guy asked, "So what did they die of, egzacticly?"
"I think you already know," the doctor said glumly, "Liver failure. It was from that poison they were taking, paracetamol. In fact, um, Miss Tomruk, the police would like to have a word with you." Elmas frowned and asked, "Why? What's wrong?"
"I don't know, I just know they're in your parents' room. Room 423." Dr. Rolands said. Elmas hesitated before nodding and gently prying Physco off of her legs. She walked to the room with her head bowed.

~*~

Smart Guy leaned on the wall next to room 423, listening to every word. A gruff policeman's voice said, "So you're telling us you had no idea that you were feeding them poison?"
"Yes," Elmas replied meekly, "My brother bought it and told me it would make them better."
"Hmm. That's odd, because we contacted your brother and asked him. He said that he never bought any medicine, and that he spent the days looking for a good doctor."
Smart Guy felt his chest tighten. He could almost hear Elmas' surprised expression. "W-what? Sir, I assure you--"
"Miss, your parents' will shall be read tomorrow, but if they leave you anything and you prove to be guilty, whatever you receive shall go to your brother."

Smart Guy's eyes widened as the pieces came together in his mind. No wonder Cahit had disappeared without a trace. No wonder he had given the 'medicine' to his innocent sister.
It was all a set-up.
He heard Elmas sigh and whisper, "Yes, sir." The policeman grunted in reply and left the room. He didn't even glance at Smart Guy as he exited the corridor. Smart Guy shook his head in disgust and straightened his coat. He entered to Elmas hiding her face in her hands and shaking her head. Without looking up, she practically whispered, "Smart Guy?"
"Yeah, doll?"
"Did you have these kind of problems with your family?"
Smart Guy couldn't hide his surprise. No one, not even the rest of the Toon Patrol, had ever asked him something like that before. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember ever sharing his past with anybody. He chuckled and sat in a stool next to her, his hand on her knee. Elmas stiffened at this gesture but said nothing.

"I guess ya could say dat. My family an' me ain't exactly 'close'." He stared, lighting himself a cigar. Elmas straightened up and listened. "I had a big sista', see. Katie. She was da favored o' da family. Whenever I did somethin' wrong, it was all 'Katie this' and 'Katie that'...ugh, I hated dat!" He rubbed his eyes. "So anyways, I moved out on ma 18th birthday. I found da Toon Patrol and, after a while, got in and became Sergeant." He grinned and straightened his jacket. Elmas giggled, some of sadness already leaving her eyes. She looked like she was about to say something, but her stomach growled fiercely. "Um, I'll be right back." She said bashfully, covering her stomach with her arms. Smart Guy pistol-shot her and watched her go.

For some reason, he felt fluttering feelings in his own stomach. He frowned and patted his furry belly. Had the Sergeant eaten something bad for him? Was it indigestion?
Whatever it was, it wasn't painful. At least he had been spared of pain.

"Boss?" A voice rasped.
Smart Guy turned to see Wheezy standing there, smoking nine cigarettes in total. "Ya know it ain't allowed ta smoke in 'ere." He said drily.
"Look who's talkin'." Smart Guy retorted. "Look, I've been t'inkin'," Wheezy said, "I t'ink, maybe Elmas ain't as goody-goody as she looks. I mean, who'd be so stupid as ta give yer parents poison without even knowin' it?"
Smart Guy growled, "What's yer pointed?"
Wheezy ignored his boss' grammatical error and said, "I t'ink we should leave 'er ta da judges. We'd get paid anyways, so we won't need 'er reward."
Smart Guy coughed on his cigar, pounding his chest with his fist. "Are ya nuts?! Elmas didn't do no murder! We ain't throwin' her in jail!" He shouted. "Who cares if she did it 'r not? We need dat money, boss, and our deadline's tomorrow!" Wheezy retorted between hacks.
"No, no it ain't right..."
"I know why ya ain't agreein'." Wheezy said. "Oh, do tell!" Smart Guy mocked, folding his arms. "Yer in love with da girl." Wheezy said simply.
Smart Guy felt as cornered as a poached rabbit. Wheezy must've seen his eyes widened, for he continued, "Yeah, ya got soft. Ya care about 'er--"
"NO I DON'T!" Smart Guy bellowed, "I don't care about da girl! I tell 'er t'ings from time ta time! I preface ta be 'er best buddy but it's bolony!"
"I didn't know ya could pretend so well," Wheezy remarked drily. "Well, ya can!" Smart Guy shouted, "With 'er, it's just business! It's ALWAYS been business! I'm USIN' da girl! And when we're done wit' 'er, we'll dump 'er ta da first taker dat comes! Is dat OK with you?!"
"Sure, boss," Wheezy rasped a bit more meekly. It was clear he hadn't been expecting this outburst.

Suddenly, the blue weasel frowned and turned around, as though expecting to see someone there. He gasped and dropped two of his cigarettes. Smart Guy frowned and followed his cohort's gaze.

He felt his heart rip in two like a tapestry.

There, with an apple in her paw, was Elmas. She sniffed and wiped at her glassy eyes with her arm. When she saw Smart Guy's face, she cried out and ran out of the hall. "Hey, hey! Doll! DOLL!" Smart Guy shouted, pushing past Wheezy. As the smoker watched his boss disappear in the hall, he felt guilt seep into his chest.

What had he done?

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Chapter 7

Betty Boop dried her forehead and put down the tray of cigars and cigarettes. The Ink 'n' Paint club wasn't as full as it usually was, but it seemed customers had a bigger urge for smoke than usual. The black-and-white woman leaned on the windowsill, watching as the steady sheet of rain started to splatter in the streets.

She was about to continue selling when she saw a figure running down the street. Betty could tell it was a female because of her curvy figure and long black hair. With a closer look, the black-and-white toon saw that it was a weasel female. Even from the distance, Betty could tell the female was crying, as she staggered as she ran and her hands hid her face.
Betty wondered what she should do when another weasel practically flew out of an alley. This time, she could tell it was a male due to his torn business suit. The weasel grabbed the female by the hair and yanked her towards him like a dog on a leash. The female tried to kick him, but the male grabbed her foot and twisted it. The female cried out and grabbed her foot; the male seized his chance to grab her and toss her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He ran into the alley, disappearing in the shadows.

Betty watched in horror. She looked around for a phone, her mind still replaying what she had seen. Her small, dainty hands trembled as she held the reciever over her ear while dialling a number.

~*~

"Can somebody get that?!" Smart Guy screamed as the phone shrilled with life. He had spent the last hour looking for Elmas, and the combination of losing her trail and getting caught in the rain had worstened his mood. Wheezy shrugged and rasped, "Cigarette break."
Smart Guy glared at the blue weasel. "Wheeze, with you, every second o' da day's a cigarette break!" he snapped. Stupid popped an entire chocolate bar in his mouth and said in a cheerful voice, "Duh, I'll get it, boss!"
Smart Guy half-expected the overweight weasel to pick the phone up the wrong way. "Yello?" Stupid asked. He frowned and said, "Duh, emergency?" Smart Guy's eyebrows shot up. "What's that?" Stupid continued.
"Ah, gimme dat!" Smart Guy snatched the phone and shouted, "Whatever it is, we ain't buyin' it!"
"Toon Patrol?"
Smart Guy snarled. "Whaddoya want, Betty?"
"Um, do you know anyone, maybe a female Toon weasel with long black hair?" The voice said timidly. Smart Guy felt like someone had slapped him in the face. "Yeah, I do, abundently. Why?"
"I think you mean 'actually'." Betty said flatly.
"ANSWER ME!" Smart Guy spat. His voice lowered, "Please."
Betty sighed and said, "I saw a female weasel being taken away against her will. It was by some male weasel. He took her to the alley right in front of the Ink 'n' Paint. Think you should check it out."

Smart Guy nearly dropped the reciever. "Uh...yeah, thanks." He hung up. He growled and turned to his men. "C'mon boys, we got a girl ta save." Greasy grinned and slicked back his hair, "Can I let her kiss me for thanks?"
Smart Guy glared at him. Then, he kicked his cohort in the shin. "Oh, mierda!" Greasy cried, clutching his shin. Smart Guy gave him a mocking, "Does DAT answer yer question?"
Greasy nodded and followed his boss out of the office, followed by Stupid, Physco, and Wheezy.

~*~

A while later, the black van skidded to a stop...right into a fire hydrine. Water gushed into the sky, making the road even slippier and wetter than before. Smart Guy growled and took off his coat; the last thing he wanted was his favorite pale pink jacket getting dirty. He took out his trusty revolver and said, "OK, if anyt'ing bad happens, run like a bad cow and we should be fine."
"I think ya mean 'mad' cow." Wheezy gasped. Smart Guy shot him a venomous look before eyeing everyone. Physco had his trusted razor blade, Stupid was drooling on his bat, Greasy had his dagger, and Wheezy was clutching his Tommy gun. He nodded at his cohorts and jumped out of the van.
"Hold on, dollface." He whispered to himself.

~*~

Elmas struggled against her bonds. Her brother had duck-taped her mouth shut and tied her paws and feet together with rope. She was glaring at him as he dumped the last can of oil into the lamp. They were both in a small storage hut Acme had left malfunctioned or unfinished gadgets.

He grinned at her as though nothing had happened and said, "Must be hard, little sister. Having the spotlight on you an' all. And we're gonna keep it that way." He pulled out a large jar of Dip and lay on the trashed couch. Cahit thought a moment and said, "How 'bout this? You killed your parents 'cuz they...weren't giving you the attention you deserved. Then, ya gotta drag the Toon Patrol into this...so you could slit their throats...so you wouldn't get caught. And finally," his voice lowered to a piteous whimper, "ya had to try to do away with your big brother, just to have all the money anne and baba left us in their will."

He looked at her with a questioning look. "Sound good?" Elmas felt tears dribble down her cheeks as she shook her head in disgust. Cahit chuckled and said, "Don't worry about me, little sister. Once they take you away and I get all the cash, I'll have the time of my life." His voice hardened, "How's it feel, knowing that your pampered lil' life is over?"
She whimpered and struggled against her bonds.
He snickered and handed Elmas a pen and paper. "Write this down." He ordered, holding the jar of Dip just an inch from her hand. Cahit thought a moment before saying, "'Dear Smart Guy...'"
Another fat tear splashed on the page, dissolving the black words. "...'I killed the Toon Patrol'-"

"Elmas?!"

Elmas grunted and knocked her forehead against her brother's. He yelped, his chair falling backwards. Elmas crawled towards the door, only to have it spring open. Physco burst into the room and cut Elmas' rope with his fangs. The female ripped the tape from her mouth and panted, "Thanks, Physco." He giggled in reply and swayed back and forth. A second later, Greasy grinned lustfully at her and said, "I'm expecting a thank-you kiss, senorita." Elmas pretended not to hear him as she pushed him back. "Get out of here! My brother will-"
She cried out as Cahit wrapped an arm around her, the Dip inches from her face. "Anyone ever tell you guys shouldn't meddle in family matters?" He asked smugly. Elmas growled and elbowed her brother in the stomach. He grunted and loosened his grip; Smart Guy grabbed Elmas' hand and pulled her out of the shed. Greasy slammed the door shut, panting slightly.
"Now that's one nutty brother, hum boss?" He said. When he saw Elmas and Smart Guy hugging, however, he closed his mouth. "I'm sorry for what I said back there, doll." Smart Guy said when they pulled back.
"But you came," Elmas said, her eyes tearing up again. Smart Guy opened his mouth to say something, but a bloodied fist banged through the door. Stupid shouted, "It's Thing!" He batted it with his bat. "Let's bail!" Smart Guy shouted.

The six ran towards the van, Cahit at their heels. Wheezy tried to shoot him, but the Turkish weasel proved more agile than his sister. The smoking weasel 'humphed' and looked around for something that could help. Sure enough, there was a metal plate hiding an entrance to the sewer. He aimed and shot at it with profession. Cahit didn't notice the new hole and, of couse, fell into the sewer.

Physco stopped running and stared at the hole. "Physco, c'mon! We gotta go!" Greasy shouted, pulling at Physco's arm. The straightjacket-wearing weasel's eyes excellerated as he edged towards the hole. Elmas let go of Smart Guy's hand and followed him. Physco stood over the hole, looking at it in awe.
A hand shot out and grabbed Elmas' ankle. She screamed and slapped at it, but it only pulled her down deeper. "NO!" Smart Guy screamed and tried to grab at her, but her paw slipped out of his as though it were oil. Her screams continued underground, followed by a loud crashing sound.

Silence.

Smart Guy growled and punched Physco. "Why didn't ya help?! It's all yer fault my doll's gone like da wind!" He screamed, shaking Physco's shoulders. "Boss-" Wheezy started.
"WHAT?!"
Wheezy pointed.
Smart Guy followed his cohort's finger to the hole. Wincing, he took off his hat and looked inside. He was greeted by the smell of rat corpses, sewer water, and wastes. Smart Guy snorted and slapped a paw over his nose. After a second, his eyes adjusted to the dark; a few feet away, he saw Elmas groaning and clutching her side. Her leg was twisted in an unnatural angle. Cahit was panting next to her. Smart Guy grinned as an idea struck him.
"Grease," he whispered, "get yer butt over 'ere. Wheezy, when I gave ya da signal, do somethin' ta make Stupid scream." Wheezy nodded between coughs and hacks. Smart Guy nodded in reply and slowly lowered his legs in the hole. He was grateful there was a ladder, or he would've screamed the whole way.

Cahit was tipping the Dip over Elmas' face, but she was as expressionless as a stone. When she saw Smart Guy, he put a finger to his lips. She just barely nodded. Cahit chuckled and said, "Then again, maybe I'll just say my sister went mad from guilt and killed herself. They'll believe me. They always do." He tipped the Dip even farther. "Goodbye, sister."
Smart Guy shot Wheezy a thumbs-up. Wheezy nodded, took one of his cigarettes out of his mouth, and smashed the lit part on Stupid's shoulder. Stupid screamed, wacking at the wound with his bat as though it would help.
Cahit turned his head sharply. Greasy knocked him on the side and quickly pulled out his dagger. He held it inches from Cahit's face. "You're not a people person, are you?" He hissed. Smart Guy ran to Elmas and picked her up bridal style. Greasy glanced at his boss and followed him. Wheezy hovered the hole and gestured to his cohorts to hurry. Smart Guy pushed Elmas ahead of him; Stupid and Physco helped her out. Wheezy growled at Cahit and lit a match. He tossed it in the hole.

Flames shot up, followed by Cahit's screams.

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Epilogue

Smart Guy, Greasy, Physco, and Wheezy sat in the waiting room, all silent as mimes. Stupid had been chosen to guard the van, and it wasn't because he was the most popular. Smart Guy was trying to busy himself by straightening out his jacket, Greasy was lost in a model magazine, and Wheezy was smoking despite the no-smoking rule. Physco was busy chewing on his sleeves.

After an hour of waiting, a Toon tree came into the room. At first, the gang thought he was a paitent, but then they saw he was wearing a white coat and a stethoscope. "Um, anyone here with Elmas Tomruk?" he asked. Smart Guy rose and straightened his jacket. "So, what's the deal, doc?" He asked. The tree looked away for a minute before gesturing to him to come closer. Smart Guy arched an eyebrow but nevertheless did as he asked.

As the tree whispered in his ear, Smart Guy's face paled. Wheezy looked up with apparent concern and nudged Greasy. Smart Guy muttered a 'thanks' to the Toon tree and turned to his cohorts, lighting a cigar. He took a few nervous puffs and blew out some smoke. "Well?" Greasy asked.
"OK, the operazation went well. She ain't in fatal condition 'r nothin'." He said, practically chewing his cigar. "But...?" Wheezy pressed. "But, the bones in 'er leg were broken up so badly they couldn't fix 'em." Smart Guy sighed.
"Which means...?" Greasy asked.
"Which means dat, well..." Smart Guy made his hands waver like a balance scale, "...well, she ain't gonna walk perfectly." Physco whimpered and tugged at his collar. "E-Elmas?" He asked in his squeaky voice.
"Yeah, Elmas. Look, I'm gonna go see 'er." Smart Guy said as he turned to the hospital room. "Does she need any help with getting dressed?" Greasy called after his boss. Smart Guy glared at him and answered by entering the room, slamming the door shut. Physco frowned and asked, "She ain't gonna walk perfectly...what's that mean?"
"She's lame!" Wheezy snapped.

~*~

Smart Guy chewed at his cigar as he watched Elmas sleep. She was dressed in a white hospital gown, and her leg (which was at least 6 inches shorter than the other) was in a cast. He adjusted his suit and sat in the stool next to her bed. As Smart Guy looked at her, he shook his head. The memory of what he had said to Wheezy a few hours later bit at his insides like angry dogs. If he had had the guts to simply admit that he cared for her unlike any other, she wouldn't have run off.

It was his fault.

"Oh dollface..." he clutched her paw, "...I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Elmas stirred in her sleep, a small moan escaping her. She blinked a few time before looking around. When Elmas saw Smart Guy, she managed to smile. "S-Smart Guy..." she whispered. Smart Guy forced a smile, "Yeah, it's me. How ya feelin' doll?"
"I can't feel my leg." She replied sheepishly.
"Yeah well, they kinda operated on ya. It was long, and buff, but it went out OK." He whispered, stroking her fingers. Elmas was too tired to correct him, but not too tired to rest her other paw on his cheek. "You're so handsome, Smart Guy..." she whispered. He chuckled and said, "Handsome? Well doll, ya think I'm handsome 'cuz ya still got anastasia in yer system."
They both laughed at that. Elmas whimpered and tightened her grip on his hand. "Please don't leave me, Smart Guy." She begged. Smart Guy chuckled and tucked a hair out of her eyes. "Who's leavin' ya, Elmas? I ain't." He said soothingly. Elmas stared at him before grabbing his tie and pulling him towards her. She planted a gentle kiss on his nose. Smart Guy was 100% sure his face was redder than an apple, but he managed to look at her smugly and said, "Who am I, yer grandma? How 'bout some lip-action?" Elmas laughed and arched a finger at him.
He gladly came forward. She cupped his furry cheeks and kissed his lips tenderly. Smart Guy let go of her hand and stroked the back of her neck.

"Ahem."

They turned to see Wheezy, Physco, and Greasy standing at the doorway. Wheezy was blushing slightly but continued to smoke as though nothing were out of the ordinary. Physco was giggling crazily and started to sing, "Boss and El-mas sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Greasy was chuckling and straightening his jacket. "You know you owe me a kiss, too, senorita." He said smugly.
Elmas sighed and gestured for the Hispanic weasel to come closer. Greasy made a 'yes!' gesture and strolled forward, popping some breath-fresheners in his mouth. Smart Guy shook his head and stepped aside.
Elmas sat up. Greasy leaned towards her to kiss her, but she turned her head and kissed his cheek warmly. He looked slightly disappointed but grinned deviously afterwards. "I am never washin' this cheek again!" He announced.
"I don't think ya washed it that much anyway!" Smart Guy retorted, sitting in the stool again. Greasy smirked and pistol-shot Elmas, "See ya later, novio."
She saluted him in return.

~*~

Two days later, with the help of Smart Guy and and her new crutch, Elmas walked out of the hospital. "There she iiiiiiiiiiiiis!" Physco squealed, giggling crazily. Wheezy chuckled slightly and threw one of his burned-out cigarettes out of the van window. "Where to, boss?" He asked when the two had seated themselves. "To da office, duh!" Smart Guy said, his paws clasping Elmas'. Wheezy rolled his eyes and slammed on the brakes.

That's how Elmas Tomruk and the Toon Patrol were afterwards: together.

THE END!

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