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Moments later...a piece of paper with a snapper toy fixed to it came sliding under the apartment door...\n\n “Mandy’s here.” Tony said as he unlocked the door and met face to face with an olive drab fur’d tall rat with a blonde head tuft dressed in a khaki long sleave shirt and a pair of jeans....\n\n “Armando mi amico!” Tony said as he wrapped his arms around Armando Luchie, a Junior at Little Rodentia’s central high school.\n \n “Capi mia Capi.” Armando replied. He waved to fievel as he walked up with a plate on which a bowl of hot soup and a side of bread and cheese was placed. \n\n “Evening Mandy!” Fievel said joyfully.\n\n “Thank you Five.” Mandy said as he accepted the food with a slight head bow. Normally? Tony detested rats with a blood passion and he never hided his disgust of these bigger “kin folk”. It was a hate even Fievel didn’t dare ask about because Tony would flare up and go off if the subject was broached.\n\n Yet....Armando was different because Armando offered something Tony needed and rarely did Tony allow his “SSC” (Species Superiority Complex aka Racism) to come between him and a need. Armando was exceptionally gifted with computers, especially art programs and detailed printing. Tony had saved “Mandy” from cruel abuse at the paws of his no good, constantly high as a kite father who beat him savagely and said if he could....he’d turn Mandy over to a pimp to get “bitched” up the tail hole.” if it would give the old rat a high. Mandy was treated like a gang sacred object and lavished upon, which Mandy returned with unquestioned loyalty and high production. He was a serious money maker for the “Jickets” in counterfeit I.D.’s and documents.\n\n “I have something to request when we start our meeting Tony Capi?” Mandy said as he parked himself on a leg rest and tried the soup...”Mmmm....Fievel? You must get a job as a cook?”\n\n “I will if it involves getting us inside a place to set up a shop?” Fievel said as he handed Tony his food. “How about you? Need anything?” Fievel asked Armando.\n\n “Only what I need to talk to “Capi” about.” Mandy replied. “But I want to wait till everyone else is here.”\n\n Another clicker went off under the door and Fievel ran to answer it. “Hey Jimmy!” Fievel said as he embraced Jimmy Teodoro, a light brown mouse with a moppy fire red hair tuft dressed in a white and red stripped shirt and blue jeans. “Hey Capi! Catch!” Jimmy said as he tossed a wallet to Tony. “What is it with some mice these days? I swear forgetfulness is becoming an epidemic!”\n\n Tony looked through the wallet...”Where did you bag this score?”\n\n “Some swell left it in his car. Unlocked and on the cup holder.” The ninth grader said. “had to bull snit my way out of a nosey cop because he caught me coming out of the car. Told him my Dad called and said he forgot about it? Then I realized....\"Oh fluck! Schools going on!” Right? So I added that I was allowed to take two hours out to collect newspaper money because a bully was shaking me for my tips. Cop bought it.” Jimmy took his food from fievel. “Anything interesting today Capi?”\n\n “Yeah...I got “eye raped” down at Bronco by Mickey.” Tony snickered. “I made sure he got an up front and personal view of my tail hole.”\n\n “Eesh? Do you mind Capi?” Jimmy snorted. “Food? Eating? Bad visual entertainment?”\n\n Tony perked up. “Well our pocket snatch at the station today netted us four grand! I guess that’s worth the embarrassment of having to “present” to the “fuzz”. Tony said as he plucked out a 100 Zoo Buck from the wallet Jimmy snatched and gave it to Jimmy...”Your bonus cut for a good job kid.”\n\n “Thank you il mio eccellente capitano!” (Thank you my excellent Captain!) Jimmy yelped as he accepted the money and gave a slight bow before enjoying the food. “Filly? You always know just the right amount of salt to add to your soups.”\n\n “It’s not too salty is it?” Fievel asked.\n\n “A little more wouldn’t hurt.” Jimmy replied a he turned to Armando. “I need a new access I.D. to Despereaux Tilling Memorial Hospital. My contact there says they’re changing the I.D. faces again because of the stronzos (ass holes) getting in to steal chemicals for their “dream labs”. (Drug labs)\n\n Tony snorted...”cazzate” (Flucken pricks) “They ruin things for the rest of us. Should know better not to try getting stuff for their stupid date rape snit. I’m gonna say again tonight? No one pushes anything more than pot. I catch anyone pushing “Bambi’s” or flucken “Horse trank” and it’s the damn “rat paper”. Let every other dumb fluck gang destroy themselves with “smack”. Leaves things better for all of us.”\n \n Another snap toy went off under the door and Jimmy opened it to see Pixy Styx Hanna standing dressed in a white collar shirt, a blue bow tie and dark jeans...”Hi Jim.” He said as he handed Jimmy a bag. “Some mouse-Cannoli for desert. Hi everyone!” The short grey mouse said as he walked in and gave Tony a hug...”buona sera capitano.” (Evening good Captain)\n\n “Styx?” Tony replied. “Where’s Whistle?” Tony asked of Pixy’s brother, Dixy Hanna, who was the other organizer who ran the gang’s “chop shop” enterprise with Mister Jasper Jinx (Jinx the Cat) who owned “Jinxy’s Auto Sales and Parts store just outside the public park Little Rodentia was nestled in.\n\n “He’s prep’ing our new “temp chop” in the industrial district. We had to pay “Salucid Sims” a street tax but “we reach” with him. (To reach is to be in close agreement)\n\n Tony asked. “How much was the tax?”\n\n “Two grand.” Pixy replied. “He also wants us to train some of his crew in car stripping so we agreed.”\n\n Tony thought...”Tell him I’ll pay him another grand for his kindness. We need Salucid on our roll. Get some food from Filly and come sit. We’ll get this meeting done and over with real quickly.”\n\n Pixy took some soup and bread and sat on a stool with the rest of Tony’s “\ni principi” (Principles) as Tony took center stage...\n\n “Alright my family...welcome. Fist for the general notes? We have not....been made yet. But? As the old saying goes....patience is a virtue. But so is gettin laid.”\n\nThe group chuckled.\n\n “We’re doin very well for ourselves.” Tony said. “According to Filly here? We’re up to....300,000 Zoo Bucks in the “dye-versified” bank...very nice. Everyone give Mandy some love. Our crafty counter fitter nailed us a fine contract for 50 fake train platform passes worth ten grand. Very nice Mandy. Very Nice. Now see fellas? I don’t dislike all rats do I? Except the Westy Nimhs...the Westy’s need to walk into a “decon hotel” and never check out but I digress....”\n\n Tony walked over to Fievel and petted him softly on the head. “I’ve decided that I’m gonna restart our old tried and true gig but as per Filly’s desires? I need some young mice to be our baits so....put the word out to our “hangers” (Hangers = fan cubs or empty suits) that if they want to make some more money? Some will have to be willing to bare fur and wiggle their cute behinds for it. But I promise? I will not allow them to “be raped” so much. And there will be auditions for the lead role.”\n\n Pixy snickered. “Of course there will.”\n\n “Quiet you.” Tony replied with a warning paw finger. “Now! Let’s have the open books shall we? Pixy? What about you and your brother? How are things with the chopping and general stuff?”\n\n Pixy Styx took out a paw note book....”We’re staying stable as you asked...five cars a week. Two cars or one car from Jinxy’s lot a week which feeds Jinxy’s insurance dealer. Now his dealer wants a bigger cut because as he told me...”I’m sticking my tail way out because I face the lion’s teeth of regulatory inspections and back ground checks.” He feels he’s not being compensated for all his risks. He asks for an increase of 500 a month.”\n\n “Fluck him.” Jimmy snorted. “Did you see the car he’s driving now? It has “prison meat” all over it, it’s like a flag for the cops to come check him out. No way Capi, don’t pay him snit!”\n\n Fievel nodded. “I agree with Jimmy. He’s flashing too much income. I say offer him 200 but tell him that car has to go.”\n\n Pixy pursed his lips. “Well....he is carrying a burden and he felt he could treat himself because he gets audited like a rape victim on a pin ball machine but hell no....that car? I agree....he’s flashing too much but he should get some compensation and be told he can’t keep the car...I say 300 bucks and ditch the car.”\n\n Tony thought...”I’ll raise him 200. Pixy? You and Dixy steal that car and fluck it up! Then he can file a claim on it to himself and split the return from the higher broker at 30/70....thirty should still give him a nice bonus to keep him happy.”\n\n Tony rubbed his head tuft....”Jimmy” What about our branch managers? Are they happy?”\n\n “Oh yes Capi.” Jimmy replied. “Branch managers” referred to the gangs legions of young mice, some as young as sixth graders who held the gang’s ill gotten money in their own private bank accounts “set up” by “dear uncle Elmo” or “dearest Aunt Foca”. Many of these mice covered their account with legitimate small business like snow shoveling, lawn mowing, helping elderly mice or with newspaper routes. You had to show honesty, trust and a desire to become a “Jicket” or a “Chicklet” and earn your “side Squeeze”...and you had to keep your little yap shut...\n\n Yes....while Tony Toponi sounded nice to these small mice? He wasn’t above killing any of them if they started to snitch. Who knew what happened to young 12 year old Dante Calegarta, a mouse cub from 17th street who disappeared three years ago...all anyone knew was they had found his baseball mitt and his bat and nothing more. Let the small multi-painted skill with the candle “on the crown” in the apartment speak for itself what happens to “rats” with Tony.\n\n Jimmy continued to speak....”The only one wanting to ask a question is Enzio Salmeri over on Niblet Street. He asks to buy a new lawn mower because he can’t repair the one he has any more, it had “gone to the fishes”. He also requests to buy a bush clipping kit as well and start showing his little brother how to lawn care.”\n\n “I like that.” Tony replied. “I like that a lot. Teaching your younger silbing, that hits my heart. You tell Enzio he can take from the bank, but modestly ok? No buying a John Deer with mag wheels and fuzzy dice.”\n\n Tony then frowned....”Ok....I want to repeat my warning about drugs. I could give a snit less what some other gang makes off of “Bambi’s” “Hydrant lickers” “Phoenix Paste” or any of those chemical cocktails. We don’t do them in this gang and we don’t push them...especially the rape drugs...not on my fricken turf. Notice I said “My fricken turf?” and not “Our fricken turf?”\n\n Tony pointed around the room. “I’m warning all of you again...don’t let me catch you dealing that smack, or using that smack, or allowing anyone to peddle that smack on our flucken block. You know what will happen to you if I do find out? You’ll be “clipped” “papered” “glued” “whacked” and you will die a very slow and very painful death. I am not flucken kidding any of you and you take that to our fan cubs too. Especially in the schools. I find out that’s happening? It’s “Decon and bug juice.”\n\n Tony sagged. “Fellas? I’m serious ok? I really do love all of you and all our fan cubs, this is “re-qui-zite” for “being made” especially if you want to be made mice to someone like “Mister Big”. Nothing bigger than pot ok? Pot’s very safe, it’s low grade and it’s a more stable business long term. Those fricken chemicals are worse than “Decon” ok? Please? Follow my orders? I don’t want to “clip” any one.”\n\n Pixy waved his bread around...”I want to keep my tail. I make a lousy lookin stubby.”\n\n Fievel called out. “Who wants a beer?”\n\n Everyone raised their paws and Fievel passed around bottles of “Green Papaya Double” Braw when another spring clip passed under the door...\n\n “Hey...Dixie’s here.” Tony said as he opened the door to the blue leather vest wearing twin brother of Pixy Styx.\n\n “Evening everyone.” Dixie said as he walked in carrying some pastry boxes with bows on them. “I brought Mouse Canolli.”\n\n “You’ve read our minds.” Armando said as he took a box and licked his lips. “And you got it from Sandinos...You are a saint “Whistle”.\n\n “Hey Tony?” Dixie said as he passed around the Canolli. “We have an issue.”\n\n “Serious or not so serious?” Tony asked.\n\n “Depends on you I think?” Dixie replied. “I caught a small fry from the “Squeejees” selling smack in our turf. “Bambi” smack. Kid had not money to pay street tax but....there’s the “Bambi”.”\n\n Tony looked at the rest of the gang....”Where is he now?”\n\n “Locked up in a box at our “chop block”. Probably scared snitless, he’s pretty young...I’d say 13 at least. He knows what he’s selling so don’t let him bull snit you.” Dixie snorted.\n\n Tony pursed his lips and bounced his whiskers...”I warned those “Squeejees” about pushing smack, about that “Bambi” snit in “my” yard.” Tony bore his teeth. “Everyone finish dinner...like always a nice evening ruined by a dumb fluck.” \n\n[b]Downtown Little Rodentia\nPocari’s Restaurant\n5pm\nJuly 13[/b]\n\nAlvin:\n\nIn the heat of our love\nDon't need no help for us to make it\nGimme just enough to take us to the mornin'\nI got fire in my mind\nI get higher in my walkin'\nAnd I'm glowin' in the dark\nI give you warnin'\n\nSimon and Theodore:\n\nAnd that sweet city woman\nShe moves through the night\nControlling my mind and my soul\n\nAlvin:\n\nWhen you reach out for me\nYeah, and the feelin' is right\n\nSimon and Theodore:\n\nThen I get night fever, night fever\nWe know how to do it\n\nGimme that night fever, night fever\nWe know how to show it\n\nGimme that night fever, night fever\nWe know how to show it\n\nGimme that night fever, night fever\nWe know how to show it.......\n\n The boy’s couldn’t help it...when a fan asks? You do. Alvin got permission to stand on the table and strut while Simon and Theodore sang close together in harmony and as expected there were the females passing out, couples dancing in the isles and waiters and cooks beating spoons or knives on tables or pots. The improvised concert went well with Alvin getting “mug kissed” by a young female gerbil as he climbed off the table...\n\n “You’re welcome.” He said softly as he touched her nose and the poor thing flopped on the floor in a daze...”Giggles” “I so have the gift.” Alvin said with a smile as he helped her back to her feet.\n\n “Can I have your autograph?” The young female gerbil asked shaking.\n\n “No.” Alvin replied. “You? Can have my hat.” \n\n Alvin adjusted the hat on the quivering gerbil and passed her off to a friend....\n\n “Now that was class Alvin.” Theodore said smiling.\n\n “You have bigger class Theodore. What a great place for dinner!” Alvin said throwing his paws out as the brothers sat down. “So? What’s for the after dinner entertainment?” Alvin asked.\n\n “I have no ideas.” Simon replied. “I’m all for an early night myself. We have another three days worth of practice before the big concert.”\n\n “Mister boring as always.” Alvin snorted. \n\n “He has a point?” Theodore replied. “Not like we can do much after seven Alvin? I mean a lot of places downtown wouldn’t allow us in fame or not? We’re all under age?”\n\n “We wouldn’t be if we got some fake I.D.’s?” Alvin snickered. “I heard it through the vines that we could contact someone who makes first class fakes.”\n\n Simon snorted. “Riiiiight? And Simon, Alvin and Theodore are going to waltz right into a “dirty club” with fake ID’s?”\n \n Alvin threw a paw...”Oh gawd, you are such a kill joy Simon! Jee-yeah! Alvin, Simon and Theodore are going to get “bounced” but not Steven, Alfred and Thomas? Yeah...I’m going to go with this big stupid “A” red shirt? Get real Simon?”\n\n “We’re NOT doing it.” Simon snorted. “We’re not going to risk our reputations on some crazy illegal scheme. Don’t push it Alvin?”\n\n Alvin sat back in his chair and frowned...”Hmph! Pussy.”\n\n “Better to be a pussy than to be in a ZPD lock up any day and have our faces dragged through the “Paw-per-nazi” tabloids.” Simon snorted. He then called a waiter and pointed out an obvious “Bush Baby” with a “tablo-cam” who got quickly throunced on by other waiters...\n\n “GET YOUR MITS OFF ME! I HAVE RIGHTS!” The paw-per-razti screamed.\n\n “And our guests have the right to enjoy their lives you scum ball.” One waiter snarled as he pushed the Bush Baby out the front door. He then came over to accept a “twenty spot” from Simon....\n\n “Thanks Carson.” Simon said with a smile to the big rat.\n\n “Of course Sir.” Carson replied. “You all should really should have bodyguards.”\n\n “Then we’d be too imposing to our fans.” Simon replied. “No...We handle ourselves just fine Carson, specially with big mammals like you around.”\n\n Simon got up...”I gottah go to the bathroom.” He said.\n\n Alvin got up himself...”Me too. My bladder’s working over time.”\n\n Theodore remained seated as another waiter brought him his favorite food...\"Paladorian” cheese sticks. “Mister Theodore? Where do you put all these?”\n\n “I have a very stretchy stomach!” Theodore replied gleefully.\n\n “I’ll say.” The mouse replied. “This is like serving seven for you! You know I’m quite a drummer myself and I think you get so little attention.” The mouse waiter said as he picked up a pair of spoons and rapped off “a set” on the table....\n\n “Oh cool!” Theodore replied as he too grabbed some spoons and soon both rodents were at it. They evolved into a spoon drum version extension of “Smooth Criminal” with Theodore asking for and getting various amounts of water filled glasses to tap on....\n\n “We’ve got to get you into the concert to do a duet set!” Theodore said happily as he and the mouse waiter flowed into a symbiotic twin-ship.\n\n Alvin and Simon didn’t hear the commotion outside the bathroom. They became too busy swapping tongues between each other as Alvin sat on the sink absorbing Simon’s pawing under his red body sweater...\n\n “How dare you tell me no...” Alvin said as he moaned softly.\n\n “Shut up.” Simon replied. “When older brother tells you to do something? You don’t complain.” Simon replied as he deeply rolled his tongue inside his little brother’s mouth...\n\n “Dare you to pull my underwear down...” Alvin snickered. “No balls Simon.”\n\n The door opening caused the two chipmunks to quickly improvise act to cover up their “swift-cest” act with Alvin slipping off the sink and leaning over pretending to be pissed off for being so “dissed” by Simon.\n\n “YOU ALWAYS SPOIL ANY ATTEMPT AT EVEN THE SMALLEST FUN!” Alvin snapped as he got a paw finger in Simon’s face!\n\n Simon batted the paw away roughly. “IF WE ALLOWED YOUR BRATTISH ATTITUDE TO OVER RIDE OUR JUDGEMENT? WE’D BE RUINED!”\n\n The adult Squirrel interjected...”You two alright?”\n\n “This is a family issue. Please refrain yourself?” Simon asked respectfully.\n\n “Butt out you bushy tailed “glam” puss!” Alvin snapped.\n\n Simon snapped at Alvin. “ALVIN APOLOGIZE!”\n\n Alvin cross his arms and frowned.\n\n “I’m sorry for the disrespect Sir. Some of us refuse to understand what “incorrigible” behavior is.” Simon snapped as he lightly slapped Alvin off the head.\n\n The moment the squirrel left and the door closed....Alvin snatched Simon by his head and french kissed him...”That! Was such a rush!” The younger Chipmunk exclaimed.\n\n “Throttle it back Alvin.” Simon said as he wiped his mouth. “Let’s get back before Theo starts to get curious?”\n\n[b]Little Rodentia industrial district\nThe territory of “Salucid Sim”\nOld gas station on Ponifer Ave.\n7pm\nJuly 13[/b]\n\n Dixie “Whistle” Hanna had the young mouse tied up and “bit’d” with a rag pulled to the back of his mouth as he pushed and kicked him up to the rice paper screen he set up in the garage portion of the old station.\n\n The Hanna Brothers had the garage bathed in deep black lights that gave them just enough ambient light to do their work without showing any life beyond the black painted windows of the garage door. The frightened young mouse could see Fievel, Pixy Styx and Jimmy but not the rodent behind the screen who’s shadow was casted through the rice paper by a deep red light behind him...\n\n “Whistle? Take the bit out of his mouth.” Tony commanded.\n\n Dixie removed the rag from the mouse’s mouth then slapped him in the back of his head as he sobbed....”Shut it you little bitch!...and you’re a gang member? Flucken pussy ass little piece of cub snit!”\n\n Tony waited a moment...silence and fear was always the best persuaders....”What’s your name kid?” Tony asked with a deep voice.\n\n When the mouse didn’t answer...Dixie hit him lightly with a mouse sized pistol...”Talk you little bitch!”\n\n “Eliot!” The young mouse screamed.\n\n “Eliot?” Dixie snickered. “Eliot? Sheesh what a faggot name? What was yer father thinking? Guess he wanted a skirt but had to do with a pussy ass little bitch!”\n\n “Dixie?” Tony snorted. “Enough. The kid’s in big trouble, he doesn’t need you riding him? So Eliot? Why are you here? You got a clue?”\n\n “I’m sorry! I didn’t know that street was in your territory, I swear!” The young mouse cried. “I’m sorry!”\n\n “Yeah....that’s what I get every time from your “Sqee’s”.....”Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was on your street.” “ Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was selling rape drugs on your turf? I didn’t know? I’m flucken retarded....” Tony paused and then raged... “STOP YOUR FLUCKEN SNIVELING YOU LITTLE FLUCK!”\n\n The young mouse cried.....”Please! Please....I won’t do it again!”\n\n “Yeah....you won’t ever do it again is right.” Tony snarled. “Styx? Get the fricken rat paper. Do you know what “rat paper” is Eliot? Huh? Did the “Sqee’s” at least teach you something in gang indoctrination class you little diaper doper baby? His fricken crying’s makin me sick. Throw his stupid ass on the paper Whistle!”\n\n Pixy Styx pulled out a sheet of “rat trap” paper, the most feared instrument of torture ever devised against rodents and the poor young mouse was thrown into it screaming and crying as he stuck fast to the thick mound of glue in the center!\n\n Tony waited as the little mouse screamed in pain before he came out quickly from behind the rice paper screen....\n\n “ELIOT! ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING!” Tony yelled with a more concerning and caring voice. “ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING OR YOU’RE GONNA DIE!”\n\n The young mouse quit thrashing and lay crying as his head was stuck on it’s side and his limbs were held fast. He’d already pulled some fur from his body and small trickles of blood showed evidently from the furry clumps under his body....\n\n “Shhhhhh.....” Tony said as he reached out and petted the crying Eliot’s head. “Stop trying to struggle kid? There’s no use.”\n\n (crying) “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die! Mamma!” Eliot yelped.\n\n Tony sat at the edge of the paper....”Look?.....Eliot?....You were pretty stupid but I can be a nice mouse you know? Other bosses? They wouldn’t be so nice. Now.....you could go back to the “Sqee’s” and maybe become my informant or...you can lay there and starve or shrivel up to death slowly or rip yourself apart....what’s it gonna be kid?” Tony asked with paw gestures. “I’m waiting Eliot?”\n\n “But they’ll kill me if they find out!” Eliot screamed.\n\n “But you’ll die if you don’t.” Tony replied. “When it comes to “Bambi” kid? I’m harsh. I’ll whack my own crew members for dealin this snit. Ask them? Now? What’s you’re answer kid? I promise yah. I will fully compensate you for the drugs I’m taking, You’ll get a nice cut from us for being an informant and you can run to us and we’ll protect you...we promise.”\n\n Eliot cried as Tony took his paw....\n\n “Come on kid?” Tony asked. “I really don’t want to kill you. I can tell you’re kinda new and perhaps I got you scared so much that you’ll quit? I even know a cop who’ll help you get out, on my grand mother’s soul! Kid? Don’t throw your life away? Let us help yah?”\n \n Eliot tearfully nodded his head.\n\n “Whistle?” Tony asked Dixie. “Get the glue solvent.” “Styx and Filly? Give the kid a bath and fix him up. We’ll keep him overnight and release him in the morning.” Tony said as he petted Eliot on the head. “Hang tough little cub and we’ll have you off this paper in no time ok?”\n\n Tony turned to Fievel...”I want you to take that snit and fricken burn it. I don’t want to see dust, a grain or a fricken residue from it. Got me?”\n\n “You know me.” Fievel replied. “I hate that stuff as much as you.”\n\n Tony snarled....”The next “Sqee” flucker we catch? We won’t be so nice.” Tony said...”Next time? We send “Fill Fox” (Philip 'The Fox' De Matteo) his dealer’s fricken torso with the penis whacked off for good measure.” or....”His head with his prick jammed down his fricken throat. I’ll make a meeting with “Fox” later to show him how pissed off I am.”\n\n Fievel grabbed Tony’s arm...”Thanks for sparing that one?”\n\n “I couldn’t whack him with the face you were showing.” Tony replied. “Next time? You stand with me behind the screen capeesh?”\n\n “Yes.” Fievel replied as he followed Tony out of the garage.\n\n[b]Little Rodentia South\nThe suburb of Pleasant Groves\n137 Carmichael Street\n7pm\nJuly 13[/b]\n\n Mickey Oswald and his partner, Inspector Ages, walked up to the one story cottage house and rang the door bell...\n \n An elderly female shrew opened the door...”Thank goodness!” She exclaimed as she beckoned Mickey and Ages through the door. “I’m so glad for such a quick response to my call!”\n\n Mickey looked around the inside...”The 911 dispatcher said you reported a robbery miss?”\n\n “Jarrington...Officer. Miss Elsadore Jarrington...” The old shrew said sounding panic’d...”My word! They took my jewels! My Mother’s diamond wedding ring! My Father’s Steinway Watch! My late husbands gold dinner dress wares! All gone!” Miss Jarrington cried.\n\n Mickey consoled her....”Now now mam...if it’s wasn’t too long ago we might still catch the thief. Where were the jewels?”\n\n The old shrew took Mickey and Ages to her bedroom. “How stupid of me!” She exclaimed as she hit her own head. “I should have been more careful with them but....they mean so much to me....” She cried as she pointed to her bed dresser...\n\n “Age?” Mickey asked. “You stay here and take the notes, get the pictures...I’ll have a quick look around the house, the yard and the street.” Mickey walked from the bedroom and key’d his shoulder mic. “One Adam Twelve requesting additional unit from Bronco report to 137 Carmichael....over?”\n\n The dispatcher replied. “One Adam Twelve will dispatch Car 54 to you johnny spot. Car 54 where are you?”\n\n Mickey heard car 54 reply....” We’re over at Barney Miller’s coffee shop getting Fish sandwiches. We’re out of position right now so you should call Inspector Don Smart on Ironside Ave.”\n\n “Car 54's always out of place.” Micky snorted as he walked around the house. Inside....Ages was looking around Miss Jarrington’s bedroom. The only places of entry was the bedroom door and the open window...\n\n “You had the jewel’s in the bottom draw of your dresser?” Ages asked as he looked at the draw and then at the window. “No lock. A very bad place for expensive things Miss?”\n\n “I know!” Miss Jarrington cried. “I thought they were safe! I’m the only one besides my insurance representative who knows they were in the house!”\n\n Ages took some quick pictures...”May I look in the other draws of the dresser?” He asked.\n\n “By all means.” Jarrington replied.\n\n Outside the small cottage...Mickey scanned the ground as he walked through the garden that was to the left of the cottage as it faced the street. “Hey Age?” Mickey asked into his shoulder mic. “Ask Miss Jarrington where she was when she thinks the jewels got taken?”\n\n “Mam?” Ages asked.\n\n “Oh...I was... in the garden weeding the beds since it was such a nice day. I came out after breakfast...went inside for lunch and came back out till this evening and I thought I herd a sound in the house but I dismissed it.”\n\n Acres looked into the other draws, his brow deeply creased as he scanned what he was looking at...\n\n “Age?” Mickey called on his radio. “I’m out in the back here behind the cottage and there’s a raised flower bed with a set of foot prints in it. Pretty large, probably a mouse or a rat. They have water in them too.”\n\n “Get a picture Mic?” Ages replied. “Looks like our suspect came through the window.” He turned to Miss Jarrington. “You’re sure that only you and your insurance agent knew the jewels were in the house Mam?”\n\n “Yes.” The Shrew replied. “I could have a maid or a care giver at my age but I’ve never wanted a complete stranger in my home without a very costly background check...” The old Shrew began to cry...”I don’t know what to do?! These were priceless to me! Nothing can ever replace them!”\n\n Mickey came back into the cottage and showed Ages his smart phone. “Here’s those prints.”\n\n Ages looked at the cell phone picture, looked around the room and then crossed his arms before Miss Jarrington....\n\n “Mam? With all do respect? What are you trying to pull?” Ages snorted. “Calling in a false report is a criminal offense, did you really think we’d be so stupid?”\n\n Mickey smirked. “I knew you’d see it.”\n\n Ages grabbed Miss Jarrington by her wrist....”Two foot prints perfectly side by side in a raised flower bed for a window that’s so ridiculously low? Your bed room is spotless, no hint of mud from the wet soil in the flower bed? You’re working in a garden to the left of this cottage and you told me you might have heard a sound? And come on Mam? The theif knew exactly where to hit and nothing else here is the least bit disturbed...certainly not your undies draw.”\n\n Ages guided Miss Jarrington to a chair...”Mam? Where are the fake foot prints? I can also tell by this picture that they’re flat board cut outs or joke shop material shoes now.....where are they and where are your jewels or do I have to call in a back up and rip your house apart?”\n\n Miss Jarrington led Ages to a closet where she pointed out a pair of bags...\n\n Mickey shook his head. “You’re very lucky we’re at the end of our shift day and getting the paperwork done will be very simple. We could take you in for fraud Mam? You know that...don’t you?”\n\n Ages patted Miss Jarrington on the shoulder....”We’re not going to do that. I think a simple warning and a private judicial reprimand and fine will be enough. But Miss Jarrington? Don’t try this again? This is your first and last warning.”\n\n Ages followed Mickey to their cruiser. “I knew the moment I saw how clean the bed room was? How much deep bull snit the call was. Good thing she doesn’t work in films Mickey? Her acting bombs.”\n\n Mickey chuckled as he tapped on the roof of the cruiser. “Want to come over the house for a beer after shift?”\n\n “Yeah.” Ages replied. “Night’s warm for one.”\n \n[b]end of part 3[/b]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
Zootopia      chipmunks  American tail

the crew
“Counter screw da screw”
By Dan
(Teen/cub, violence, snuff, rape, gay relationship, gay sex)
Fievel and Tony Toponi (c) American Tail series by Don Bluth
Alvin and the Chipmunks the 1980‘s cartoon series (c)
Zootopia (c) Walt Disney Productions
Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney Productions
Pixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat (c) Hanna Barberra productions


Part 3


   “As soon as Pixy and Dixy get a “chop block” established for us, you bet we are.” Tony replied as he checked his encrypted cell phone for messages while Fievel continued to prepare their soup. Moments later...a piece of paper with a snapper toy fixed to it came sliding under the apartment door...

    “Mandy’s here.” Tony said as he unlocked the door and met face to face with an olive drab fur’d tall rat with a blonde head tuft dressed in a khaki long sleave shirt and a pair of jeans....

    “Armando mi amico!” Tony said as he wrapped his arms around Armando Luchie, a Junior at Little Rodentia’s central high school.
 
   “Capi mia Capi.” Armando replied. He waved to fievel as he walked up with a plate on which a bowl of hot soup and a side of bread and cheese was placed.

    “Evening Mandy!” Fievel said joyfully.

    “Thank you Five.” Mandy said as he accepted the food with a slight head bow. Normally? Tony detested rats with a blood passion and he never hided his disgust of these bigger “kin folk”. It was a hate even Fievel didn’t dare ask about because Tony would flare up and go off if the subject was broached.

      Yet....Armando was different because Armando offered something Tony needed and rarely did Tony allow his “SSC” (Species Superiority Complex aka Racism) to come between him and a need. Armando was exceptionally gifted with computers, especially art programs and detailed printing. Tony had saved “Mandy” from cruel abuse at the paws of his no good, constantly high as a kite father who beat him savagely and said if he could....he’d turn Mandy over to a pimp to get “bitched” up the tail hole.” if it would give the old rat a high. Mandy was treated like a gang sacred object and lavished upon, which Mandy returned with unquestioned loyalty and high production. He was a serious money maker for the “Jickets” in counterfeit I.D.’s and documents.

     “I have something to request when we start our meeting Tony Capi?” Mandy said as he parked himself on a leg rest and tried the soup...”Mmmm....Fievel? You must get a job as a cook?”

      “I will if it involves getting us inside a place to set up a shop?” Fievel said as he handed Tony his food. “How about you? Need anything?” Fievel asked Armando.

      “Only what I need to talk to “Capi” about.” Mandy replied. “But I want to wait till everyone else is here.”

       Another clicker went off under the door and Fievel ran to answer it. “Hey Jimmy!” Fievel said as he embraced Jimmy Teodoro, a light brown mouse with a moppy fire red hair tuft dressed in a white and red stripped shirt and blue jeans. “Hey Capi! Catch!” Jimmy said as he tossed a wallet to Tony. “What is it with some mice these days? I swear forgetfulness is becoming an epidemic!”

        Tony looked through the wallet...”Where did you bag this score?”

       “Some swell left it in his car. Unlocked and on the cup holder.” The ninth grader said. “had to bull snit my way out of a nosey cop because he caught me coming out of the car. Told him my Dad called and said he forgot about it? Then I realized...."Oh fluck! Schools going on!” Right? So I added that I was allowed to take two hours out to collect newspaper money because a bully was shaking me for my tips. Cop bought it.” Jimmy took his food from fievel. “Anything interesting today Capi?”

        “Yeah...I got “eye raped” down at Bronco by Mickey.” Tony snickered. “I made sure he got an up front and personal view of my tail hole.”

       “Eesh? Do you mind Capi?” Jimmy snorted. “Food? Eating? Bad visual entertainment?”

       Tony perked up. “Well our pocket snatch at the station today netted us four grand! I guess that’s worth the embarrassment of having to “present” to the “fuzz”. Tony said as he plucked out a 100 Zoo Buck from the wallet Jimmy snatched and gave it to Jimmy...”Your bonus cut for a good job kid.”

       “Thank you il mio eccellente capitano!” (Thank you my excellent Captain!) Jimmy yelped as he accepted the money and gave a slight bow before enjoying the food. “Filly? You always know just the right amount of salt to add to your soups.”

        “It’s not too salty is it?” Fievel asked.

        “A little more wouldn’t hurt.” Jimmy replied a he turned to Armando. “I need a new access I.D. to Despereaux Tilling Memorial Hospital. My contact there says they’re changing the I.D. faces again because of the stronzos (ass holes) getting in to steal chemicals for their “dream labs”. (Drug labs)

         Tony snorted...”cazzate” (Flucken pricks) “They ruin things for the rest of us. Should know better not to try getting stuff for their stupid date rape snit. I’m gonna say again tonight? No one pushes anything more than pot. I catch anyone pushing “Bambi’s” or flucken “Horse trank” and it’s the damn “rat paper”. Let every other dumb fluck gang destroy themselves with “smack”. Leaves things better for all of us.”
 
       Another snap toy went off under the door and Jimmy opened it to see Pixy Styx Hanna standing dressed in a white collar shirt, a blue bow tie and dark jeans...”Hi Jim.” He said as he handed Jimmy a bag. “Some mouse-Cannoli for desert. Hi everyone!” The short grey mouse said as he walked in and gave Tony a hug...”buona sera capitano.” (Evening good Captain)

       “Styx?” Tony replied. “Where’s Whistle?” Tony asked of Pixy’s brother, Dixy Hanna, who was the other organizer who ran the gang’s “chop shop” enterprise with Mister Jasper Jinx (Jinx the Cat) who owned “Jinxy’s Auto Sales and Parts store just outside the public park Little Rodentia was nestled in.

       “He’s prep’ing our new “temp chop” in the industrial district. We had to pay “Salucid Sims” a street tax but “we reach” with him. (To reach is to be in close agreement)

        Tony asked. “How much was the tax?”

        “Two grand.” Pixy replied. “He also wants us to train some of his crew in car stripping so we agreed.”

        Tony thought...”Tell him I’ll pay him another grand for his kindness. We need Salucid on our roll. Get some food from Filly and come sit. We’ll get this meeting done and over with real quickly.”

        Pixy took some soup and bread and sat on a stool with the rest of Tony’s “
i principi” (Principles) as Tony took center stage...

        “Alright my family...welcome. Fist for the general notes? We have not....been made yet. But? As the old saying goes....patience is a virtue. But so is gettin laid.”

The group chuckled.

        “We’re doin very well for ourselves.” Tony said. “According to Filly here? We’re up to....300,000 Zoo Bucks in the “dye-versified” bank...very nice. Everyone give Mandy some love. Our crafty counter fitter nailed us a fine contract for 50 fake train platform passes worth ten grand. Very nice Mandy. Very Nice. Now see fellas? I don’t dislike all rats do I? Except the Westy Nimhs...the Westy’s need to walk into a “decon hotel” and never check out but I digress....”

        Tony walked over to Fievel and petted him softly on the head. “I’ve decided that I’m gonna restart our old tried and true gig but as per Filly’s desires? I need some young mice to be our baits so....put the word out to our “hangers” (Hangers = fan cubs or empty suits) that if they want to make some more money? Some will have to be willing to bare fur and wiggle their cute behinds for it. But I promise? I will not allow them to “be raped” so much. And there will be auditions for the lead role.”

      Pixy snickered. “Of course there will.”

      “Quiet you.” Tony replied with a warning paw finger. “Now! Let’s have the open books shall we? Pixy? What about you and your brother? How are things with the chopping and general stuff?”

      Pixy Styx took out a paw note book....”We’re staying stable as you asked...five cars a week. Two cars or one car from Jinxy’s lot a week which feeds Jinxy’s insurance dealer. Now his dealer wants a bigger cut because as he told me...”I’m sticking my tail way out because I face the lion’s teeth of regulatory inspections and back ground checks.” He feels he’s not being compensated for all his risks. He asks for an increase of 500 a month.”

     “Fluck him.” Jimmy snorted. “Did you see the car he’s driving now? It has “prison meat” all over it, it’s like a flag for the cops to come check him out. No way Capi, don’t pay him snit!”

      Fievel nodded. “I agree with Jimmy. He’s flashing too much income. I say offer him 200 but tell him that car has to go.”

     Pixy pursed his lips. “Well....he is carrying a burden and he felt he could treat himself because he gets audited like a rape victim on a pin ball machine but hell no....that car? I agree....he’s flashing too much but he should get some compensation and be told he can’t keep the car...I say 300 bucks and ditch the car.”

    Tony thought...”I’ll raise him 200. Pixy? You and Dixy steal that car and fluck it up! Then he can file a claim on it to himself and split the return from the higher broker at 30/70....thirty should still give him a nice bonus to keep him happy.”

     Tony rubbed his head tuft....”Jimmy” What about our branch managers? Are they happy?”

     “Oh yes Capi.” Jimmy replied. “Branch managers” referred to the gangs legions of young mice, some as young as sixth graders who held the gang’s ill gotten money in their own private bank accounts “set up” by “dear uncle Elmo” or “dearest Aunt Foca”. Many of these mice covered their account with legitimate small business like snow shoveling, lawn mowing, helping elderly mice or with newspaper routes. You had to show honesty, trust and a desire to become a “Jicket” or a “Chicklet” and earn your “side Squeeze”...and you had to keep your little yap shut...

     Yes....while Tony Toponi sounded nice to these small mice? He wasn’t above killing any of them if they started to snitch. Who knew what happened to young 12 year old Dante Calegarta, a mouse cub from 17th street who disappeared three years ago...all anyone knew was they had found his baseball mitt and his bat and nothing more. Let the small multi-painted skill with the candle “on the crown” in the apartment speak for itself what happens to “rats” with Tony.

       Jimmy continued to speak....”The only one wanting to ask a question is Enzio Salmeri over on Niblet Street. He asks to buy a new lawn mower because he can’t repair the one he has any more, it had “gone to the fishes”. He also requests to buy a bush clipping kit as well and start showing his little brother how to lawn care.”

      “I like that.” Tony replied. “I like that a lot. Teaching your younger silbing, that hits my heart. You tell Enzio he can take from the bank, but modestly ok? No buying a John Deer with mag wheels and fuzzy dice.”

       Tony then frowned....”Ok....I want to repeat my warning about drugs. I could give a snit less what some other gang makes off of “Bambi’s” “Hydrant lickers” “Phoenix Paste” or any of those chemical cocktails. We don’t do them in this gang and we don’t push them...especially the rape drugs...not on my fricken turf. Notice I said “My fricken turf?” and not “Our fricken turf?”

       Tony pointed around the room. “I’m warning all of you again...don’t let me catch you dealing that smack, or using that smack, or allowing anyone to peddle that smack on our flucken block. You know what will happen to you if I do find out? You’ll be “clipped” “papered” “glued” “whacked” and you will die a very slow and very painful death. I am not flucken kidding any of you and you take that to our fan cubs too. Especially in the schools. I find out that’s happening? It’s “Decon and bug juice.”

      Tony sagged. “Fellas? I’m serious ok? I really do love all of you and all our fan cubs, this is “re-qui-zite” for “being made” especially if you want to be made mice to someone like “Mister Big”. Nothing bigger than pot ok? Pot’s very safe, it’s low grade and it’s a more stable business long term. Those fricken chemicals are worse than “Decon” ok? Please? Follow my orders? I don’t want to “clip” any one.”

     Pixy waved his bread around...”I want to keep my tail. I make a lousy lookin stubby.”

     Fievel called out. “Who wants a beer?”

     Everyone raised their paws and Fievel passed around bottles of “Green Papaya Double” Braw when another spring clip passed under the door...

    “Hey...Dixie’s here.” Tony said as he opened the door to the blue leather vest wearing twin brother of Pixy Styx.

   “Evening everyone.” Dixie said as he walked in carrying some pastry boxes with bows on them. “I brought Mouse Canolli.”

    “You’ve read our minds.” Armando said as he took a box and licked his lips. “And you got it from Sandinos...You are a saint “Whistle”.

     “Hey Tony?” Dixie said as he passed around the Canolli. “We have an issue.”

     “Serious or not so serious?” Tony asked.

     “Depends on you I think?” Dixie replied. “I caught a small fry from the “Squeejees” selling smack in our turf. “Bambi” smack. Kid had not money to pay street tax but....there’s the “Bambi”.”

      Tony looked at the rest of the gang....”Where is he now?”

      “Locked up in a box at our “chop block”. Probably scared snitless, he’s pretty young...I’d say 13 at least. He knows what he’s selling so don’t let him bull snit you.” Dixie snorted.

      Tony pursed his lips and bounced his whiskers...”I warned those “Squeejees” about pushing smack, about that “Bambi” snit in “my” yard.” Tony bore his teeth. “Everyone finish dinner...like always a nice evening ruined by a dumb fluck.”

Downtown Little Rodentia
Pocari’s Restaurant
5pm
July 13

Alvin:

In the heat of our love
Don't need no help for us to make it
Gimme just enough to take us to the mornin'
I got fire in my mind
I get higher in my walkin'
And I'm glowin' in the dark
I give you warnin'

Simon and Theodore:

And that sweet city woman
She moves through the night
Controlling my mind and my soul

Alvin:

When you reach out for me
Yeah, and the feelin' is right

Simon and Theodore:

Then I get night fever, night fever
We know how to do it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it.......

    The boy’s couldn’t help it...when a fan asks? You do. Alvin got permission to stand on the table and strut while Simon and Theodore sang close together in harmony and as expected there were the females passing out, couples dancing in the isles and waiters and cooks beating spoons or knives on tables or pots. The improvised concert went well with Alvin getting “mug kissed” by a young female gerbil as he climbed off the table...

     “You’re welcome.” He said softly as he touched her nose and the poor thing flopped on the floor in a daze...”Giggles” “I so have the gift.” Alvin said with a smile as he helped her back to her feet.

      “Can I have your autograph?” The young female gerbil asked shaking.

      “No.” Alvin replied. “You? Can have my hat.”

      Alvin adjusted the hat on the quivering gerbil and passed her off to a friend....

      “Now that was class Alvin.” Theodore said smiling.

      “You have bigger class Theodore. What a great place for dinner!” Alvin said throwing his paws out as the brothers sat down. “So? What’s for the after dinner entertainment?” Alvin asked.

      “I have no ideas.” Simon replied. “I’m all for an early night myself. We have another three days worth of practice before the big concert.”

       “Mister boring as always.” Alvin snorted.

       “He has a point?” Theodore replied. “Not like we can do much after seven Alvin? I mean a lot of places downtown wouldn’t allow us in fame or not? We’re all under age?”

       “We wouldn’t be if we got some fake I.D.’s?” Alvin snickered. “I heard it through the vines that we could contact someone who makes first class fakes.”

        Simon snorted. “Riiiiight? And Simon, Alvin and Theodore are going to waltz right into a “dirty club” with fake ID’s?”
  
       Alvin threw a paw...”Oh gawd, you are such a kill joy Simon! Jee-yeah! Alvin, Simon and Theodore are going to get “bounced” but not Steven, Alfred and Thomas? Yeah...I’m going to go with this big stupid “A” red shirt? Get real Simon?”

       “We’re NOT doing it.” Simon snorted. “We’re not going to risk our reputations on some crazy illegal scheme. Don’t push it Alvin?”

        Alvin sat back in his chair and frowned...”Hmph! Pussy.”

        “Better to be a pussy than to be in a ZPD lock up any day and have our faces dragged through the “Paw-per-nazi” tabloids.” Simon snorted. He then called a waiter and pointed out an obvious “Bush Baby” with a “tablo-cam” who got quickly throunced on by other waiters...

       “GET YOUR MITS OFF ME! I HAVE RIGHTS!” The paw-per-razti screamed.

        “And our guests have the right to enjoy their lives you scum ball.” One waiter snarled as he pushed the Bush Baby out the front door. He then came over to accept a “twenty spot” from Simon....

        “Thanks Carson.” Simon said with a smile to the big rat.

        “Of course Sir.” Carson replied. “You all should really should have bodyguards.”

        “Then we’d be too imposing to our fans.” Simon replied. “No...We handle ourselves just fine Carson, specially with big mammals like you around.”

       Simon got up...”I gottah go to the bathroom.” He said.

       Alvin got up himself...”Me too. My bladder’s working over time.”

      Theodore remained seated as another waiter brought him his favorite food..."Paladorian” cheese sticks. “Mister Theodore? Where do you put all these?”

      “I have a very stretchy stomach!” Theodore replied gleefully.

      “I’ll say.” The mouse replied. “This is like serving seven for you! You know I’m quite a drummer myself and I think you get so little attention.” The mouse waiter said as he picked up a pair of spoons and rapped off “a set” on the table....

     “Oh cool!” Theodore replied as he too grabbed some spoons and soon both rodents were at it. They evolved into a spoon drum version extension of “Smooth Criminal” with Theodore asking for and getting various amounts of water filled glasses to tap on....

     “We’ve got to get you into the concert to do a duet set!” Theodore said happily as he and the mouse waiter flowed into a symbiotic twin-ship.

      Alvin and Simon didn’t hear the commotion outside the bathroom. They became too busy swapping tongues between each other as Alvin sat on the sink absorbing Simon’s pawing under his red body sweater...

     “How dare you tell me no...” Alvin said as he moaned softly.

     “Shut up.” Simon replied. “When older brother tells you to do something? You don’t complain.” Simon replied as he deeply rolled his tongue inside his little brother’s mouth...

     “Dare you to pull my underwear down...” Alvin snickered. “No balls Simon.”

      The door opening caused the two chipmunks to quickly improvise act to cover up their “swift-cest” act with Alvin slipping off the sink and leaning over pretending to be pissed off for being so “dissed” by Simon.

     “YOU ALWAYS SPOIL ANY ATTEMPT AT EVEN THE SMALLEST FUN!” Alvin snapped as he got a paw finger in Simon’s face!

     Simon batted the paw away roughly. “IF WE ALLOWED YOUR BRATTISH ATTITUDE TO OVER RIDE OUR JUDGEMENT? WE’D BE RUINED!”

      The adult Squirrel interjected...”You two alright?”

      “This is a family issue. Please refrain yourself?” Simon asked respectfully.

     “Butt out you bushy tailed “glam” puss!” Alvin snapped.

     Simon snapped at Alvin. “ALVIN APOLOGIZE!”

     Alvin cross his arms and frowned.

     “I’m sorry for the disrespect Sir. Some of us refuse to understand what “incorrigible” behavior is.” Simon snapped as he lightly slapped Alvin off the head.

     The moment the squirrel left and the door closed....Alvin snatched Simon by his head and french kissed him...”That! Was such a rush!” The younger Chipmunk exclaimed.

     “Throttle it back Alvin.” Simon said as he wiped his mouth. “Let’s get back before Theo starts to get curious?”

Little Rodentia industrial district
The territory of “Salucid Sim”
Old gas station on Ponifer Ave.
7pm
July 13

     Dixie “Whistle” Hanna had the young mouse tied up and “bit’d” with a rag pulled to the back of his mouth as he pushed and kicked him up to the rice paper screen he set up in the garage portion of the old station.

    The Hanna Brothers had the garage bathed in deep black lights that gave them just enough ambient light to do their work without showing any life beyond the black painted windows of the garage door. The frightened young mouse could see Fievel, Pixy Styx and Jimmy but not the rodent behind the screen who’s shadow was casted through the rice paper by a deep red light behind him...

    “Whistle? Take the bit out of his mouth.” Tony commanded.

    Dixie removed the rag from the mouse’s mouth then slapped him in the back of his head as he sobbed....”Shut it you little bitch!...and you’re a gang member? Flucken pussy ass little piece of cub snit!”

    Tony waited a moment...silence and fear was always the best persuaders....”What’s your name kid?” Tony asked with a deep voice.

    When the mouse didn’t answer...Dixie hit him lightly with a mouse sized pistol...”Talk you little bitch!”

     “Eliot!” The young mouse screamed.

    “Eliot?” Dixie snickered. “Eliot? Sheesh what a faggot name? What was yer father thinking? Guess he wanted a skirt but had to do with a pussy ass little bitch!”

     “Dixie?” Tony snorted. “Enough. The kid’s in big trouble, he doesn’t need you riding him? So Eliot? Why are you here? You got a clue?”

    “I’m sorry! I didn’t know that street was in your territory, I swear!” The young mouse cried. “I’m sorry!”

    “Yeah....that’s what I get every time from your “Sqee’s”.....”Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was on your street.” “ Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was selling rape drugs on your turf? I didn’t know? I’m flucken retarded....” Tony paused and then raged... “STOP YOUR FLUCKEN SNIVELING YOU LITTLE FLUCK!”

     The young mouse cried.....”Please! Please....I won’t do it again!”

     “Yeah....you won’t ever do it again is right.” Tony snarled. “Styx? Get the fricken rat paper. Do you know what “rat paper” is Eliot? Huh? Did the “Sqee’s” at least teach you something in gang indoctrination class you little diaper doper baby? His fricken crying’s makin me sick. Throw his stupid ass on the paper Whistle!”

     Pixy Styx pulled out a sheet of “rat trap” paper, the most feared instrument of torture ever devised against rodents and the poor young mouse was thrown into it screaming and crying as he stuck fast to the thick mound of glue in the center!

    Tony waited as the little mouse screamed in pain before he came out quickly from behind the rice paper screen....

    “ELIOT! ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING!” Tony yelled with a more concerning and caring voice. “ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING OR YOU’RE GONNA DIE!”

     The young mouse quit thrashing and lay crying as his head was stuck on it’s side and his limbs were held fast. He’d already pulled some fur from his body and small trickles of blood showed evidently from the furry clumps under his body....

     “Shhhhhh.....” Tony said as he reached out and petted the crying Eliot’s head. “Stop trying to struggle kid? There’s no use.”

    (crying) “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die! Mamma!” Eliot yelped.

    Tony sat at the edge of the paper....”Look?.....Eliot?....You were pretty stupid but I can be a nice mouse you know? Other bosses? They wouldn’t be so nice. Now.....you could go back to the “Sqee’s” and maybe become my informant or...you can lay there and starve or shrivel up to death slowly or rip yourself apart....what’s it gonna be kid?” Tony asked with paw gestures. “I’m waiting Eliot?”

    “But they’ll kill me if they find out!” Eliot screamed.

    “But you’ll die if you don’t.” Tony replied. “When it comes to “Bambi” kid? I’m harsh. I’ll whack my own crew members for dealin this snit. Ask them? Now? What’s you’re answer kid? I promise yah. I will fully compensate you for the drugs I’m taking, You’ll get a nice cut from us for being an informant and you can run to us and we’ll protect you...we promise.”

     Eliot cried as Tony took his paw....

     “Come on kid?” Tony asked. “I really don’t want to kill you. I can tell you’re kinda new and perhaps I got you scared so much that you’ll quit? I even know a cop who’ll help you get out, on my grand mother’s soul! Kid? Don’t throw your life away? Let us help yah?”
 
      Eliot tearfully nodded his head.

      “Whistle?” Tony asked Dixie. “Get the glue solvent.” “Styx and Filly? Give the kid a bath and fix him up. We’ll keep him overnight and release him in the morning.” Tony said as he petted Eliot on the head. “Hang tough little cub and we’ll have you off this paper in no time ok?”

      Tony turned to Fievel...”I want you to take that snit and fricken burn it. I don’t want to see dust, a grain or a fricken residue from it. Got me?”

      “You know me.” Fievel replied. “I hate that stuff as much as you.”

      Tony snarled....”The next “Sqee” flucker we catch? We won’t be so nice.” Tony said...”Next time? We send “Fill Fox” (Philip 'The Fox' De Matteo) his dealer’s fricken torso with the penis whacked off for good measure.” or....”His head with his prick jammed down his fricken throat. I’ll make a meeting with “Fox” later to show him how pissed off I am.”

      Fievel grabbed Tony’s arm...”Thanks for sparing that one?”

     “I couldn’t whack him with the face you were showing.” Tony replied. “Next time? You stand with me behind the screen capeesh?”

     “Yes.” Fievel replied as he followed Tony out of the garage.

Little Rodentia South
The suburb of Pleasant Groves
137 Carmichael Street
7pm
July 13

      Mickey Oswald and his partner, Inspector Ages, walked up to the one story cottage house and rang the door bell...
  
     An elderly female shrew opened the door...”Thank goodness!” She exclaimed as she beckoned Mickey and Ages through the door. “I’m so glad for such a quick response to my call!”

    Mickey looked around the inside...”The 911 dispatcher said you reported a robbery miss?”

    “Jarrington...Officer. Miss Elsadore Jarrington...” The old shrew said sounding panic’d...”My word! They took my jewels! My Mother’s diamond wedding ring! My Father’s Steinway Watch! My late husbands gold dinner dress wares! All gone!” Miss Jarrington cried.

    Mickey consoled her....”Now now mam...if it’s wasn’t too long ago we might still catch the thief. Where were the jewels?”

    The old shrew took Mickey and Ages to her bedroom. “How stupid of me!” She exclaimed as she hit her own head. “I should have been more careful with them but....they mean so much to me....” She cried as she pointed to her bed dresser...

    “Age?” Mickey asked. “You stay here and take the notes, get the pictures...I’ll have a quick look around the house, the yard and the street.” Mickey walked from the bedroom and key’d his shoulder mic. “One Adam Twelve requesting additional unit from Bronco report to 137 Carmichael....over?”

      The dispatcher replied. “One Adam Twelve will dispatch Car 54 to you johnny spot. Car 54 where are you?”

     Mickey heard car 54 reply....” We’re over at Barney Miller’s coffee shop getting Fish sandwiches. We’re out of position right now so you should call Inspector Don Smart on Ironside Ave.”

    “Car 54's always out of place.” Micky snorted as he walked around the house. Inside....Ages was looking around Miss Jarrington’s bedroom. The only places of entry was the bedroom door and the open window...

     “You had the jewel’s in the bottom draw of your dresser?” Ages asked as he looked at the draw and then at the window. “No lock. A very bad place for expensive things Miss?”

     “I know!” Miss Jarrington cried. “I thought they were safe! I’m the only one besides my insurance representative who knows they were in the house!”

     Ages took some quick pictures...”May I look in the other draws of the dresser?” He asked.

     “By all means.” Jarrington replied.

     Outside the small cottage...Mickey scanned the ground as he walked through the garden that was to the left of the cottage as it faced the street. “Hey Age?” Mickey asked into his shoulder mic. “Ask Miss Jarrington where she was when she thinks the jewels got taken?”

     “Mam?” Ages asked.

     “Oh...I was... in the garden weeding the beds since it was such a nice day. I came out after breakfast...went inside for lunch and came back out till this evening and I thought I herd a sound in the house but I dismissed it.”

    Acres looked into the other draws, his brow deeply creased as he scanned what he was looking at...

    “Age?” Mickey called on his radio. “I’m out in the back here behind the cottage and there’s a raised flower bed with a set of foot prints in it. Pretty large, probably a mouse or a rat. They have water in them too.”

    “Get a picture Mic?” Ages replied. “Looks like our suspect came through the window.” He turned to Miss Jarrington. “You’re sure that only you and your insurance agent knew the jewels were in the house Mam?”

    “Yes.” The Shrew replied. “I could have a maid or a care giver at my age but I’ve never wanted a complete stranger in my home without a very costly background check...” The old Shrew began to cry...”I don’t know what to do?! These were priceless to me! Nothing can ever replace them!”

     Mickey came back into the cottage and showed Ages his smart phone. “Here’s those prints.”

     Ages looked at the cell phone picture, looked around the room and then crossed his arms before Miss Jarrington....

     “Mam? With all do respect? What are you trying to pull?” Ages snorted. “Calling in a false report is a criminal offense, did you really think we’d be so stupid?”

     Mickey smirked. “I knew you’d see it.”

     Ages grabbed Miss Jarrington by her wrist....”Two foot prints perfectly side by side in a raised flower bed for a window that’s so ridiculously low? Your bed room is spotless, no hint of mud from the wet soil in the flower bed? You’re working in a garden to the left of this cottage and you told me you might have heard a sound? And come on Mam? The theif knew exactly where to hit and nothing else here is the least bit disturbed...certainly not your undies draw.”

      Ages guided Miss Jarrington to a chair...”Mam? Where are the fake foot prints? I can also tell by this picture that they’re flat board cut outs or joke shop material shoes now.....where are they and where are your jewels or do I have to call in a back up and rip your house apart?”

     Miss Jarrington led Ages to a closet where she pointed out a pair of bags...

     Mickey shook his head. “You’re very lucky we’re at the end of our shift day and getting the paperwork done will be very simple. We could take you in for fraud Mam? You know that...don’t you?”

     Ages patted Miss Jarrington on the shoulder....”We’re not going to do that. I think a simple warning and a private judicial reprimand and fine will be enough. But Miss Jarrington? Don’t try this again? This is your first and last warning.”

     Ages followed Mickey to their cruiser. “I knew the moment I saw how clean the bed room was? How much deep bull snit the call was. Good thing she doesn’t work in films Mickey? Her acting bombs.”

     Mickey chuckled as he tapped on the roof of the cruiser. “Want to come over the house for a beer after shift?”

     “Yeah.” Ages replied. “Night’s warm for one.”
  
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