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

Chapter 4

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
11pm
July 14

      Fievel rubbed his head slowly against Tony’s back as he brushed over the taller mouse’s rear end and inside his crotch...

     “Five?” Tony asked...”Rub a little harder? Have to make sure all the loose follicles are gone...come on kid, I ain’t no dainty shelf trinket here you know?”

      “I don’t want to rub too hard and rash you.” Fievel said softly. Tony reached around to gently rub one of his little love’s ears....

      “We’ll have enough play time after the job ok kid?” Tony said as he pushed Fievel back and leaned forwards with his paws on the shower wall and his legs out wide apart....”Come on? Give my tail hole a good scrubbing ok?” Tony said as he pulled his mouse tail up. “At least you give me better pleasure than a cop could.”

     “Giggles”....”You’re so silly Tony.” Fievel said as he rubbed the brush over Tony’s tail pucker. “Want to see if I can push this brush in your ass hole?”

     “Like I said? There’s no time for fun right now, just get this shower over with ok?” Tony replied as he wiggled his rear against the feeling of the bristles whipping over his pucker. “What do you think of my Farkle scheme Filly?” Tony asked as fievel rubbed the brush over Tony’s long legs...

    “Not profitable.” Fievel replied. “Everyone’s doing that one Tony? It’s a cheep low grade scam fit for stupid weasels, not us.”

    “Glad you’re so honest.” Tony replied as he stopped Fievel’s brushing and turned around. “Now your turn...turn around...stick that little butt out for me.”

     Fievel did as Tony commanded...”Come on “Tone Tone”?” Fievel asked softly. “Just a quick one minute slamming?”

     “SMACK!” Tony spanked Fievel’s behind. “No! We haven’t got time for it you horny little devil!” Tony replied. “Come on...let’s get this done and get out of here?”

     “You’re no fun.” Fievel snorted. “You haven’t bored my hole in a month.”

      “You’re not my slut.” Tony replied as he stood up and kissed Fievel on the cheek. “There’s more to you than sex every other day. This is how I prove to you just how much value you have to me...don’t force sex from me ok?”

        Fievel sighed and turned to lean against the wall of the shower. “Sometimes I think you treat me too much like a fragile shelf trinket.”

       “If I did?” Tony replied. “You wouldn’t be doing our trap scams. I only let you do them because you’re so damn good at snagging fools.” Tony reached for a towel and rubbed Fievel over his small body. “Now... keep your wits sharp and the perverted thoughts out ok?”

       Fievel snickered. “Hard to do when your dick is right here at my mouth.” The younger mouse chittered with a grin. Fievel reached up to pull Tony down into a loving tongue exchange...

      “il topo che è il tutto del mio cuore” (The mouse who is the everything of my heart) Fievel said with a soft sob of joy.

      “Il piccolo sole della mia vita” (The little sunshine of my life) Tony replied as he tenderly peck kissed Fievel on his lips.

South Rodentia
suburb of Dawsbury
11:30pm
July 14

      Alvin needed a rest. Even for a Chipmunk a ride through downtown Rodentia and into Dawsbury was a chore on a bike. Obviously the gang had factored fatigue into their time calculations. Alvin wasn’t due to meet with their contact for another 30 minutes or so.

      No wonder they targeted Alvin...Dawsbury was “swanksville” a very upper class part of the small rodent city with huge estate plots. Simon had dissuaded Alvin and Theo from thinking about having a house here because they’d be broke between down payments, mortgages and utility fees. For them? Rain Forest was a comfortable and simple place where a whole hollow Cedar tree served them just fine and for much cheaper.

       Alvin thought of it now...his warm bed, his room full of toys, the privacy, waking up with Simon to the morning light...all now in dire jeopardy. As Alvin came out of a “Circle K” with a soda and mouse pastry, he spied a ZPD cruiser pulling in, tempting him to just run over and spill the beans. “The bastards would never know.” Alvin thought. “By the time they tried anything? The cops would be swarming the apartment!”

       Alvin debated....”I have to risk it! I can’t do this crap! Screw those bastards!” Alvin snarled as he began to walk towards the police car only to stop and silently shiver in place....

      “The damned phone.” He cursed under his breath, walked back to his bike that was leaning against a wall and sat down next to it to drink and eat. He knew nothing about the phone they gave him and that alone was enough to scare the Chipmunk into a feeling of hopelessness and dread. Quickly he got back on the bike and rode off before the cops in that cruiser came out of the store.

       As if to prove the suspicions.....the phone buzzed....

       Alvin stopped the bike, got off and answered...”Yes?”

      “You stopped for a bit.” Jackal’s voice cracked. “You alright?”

     “I stopped for a drink and something to eat.” Alvin replied. “I’m still on time.”

      “You understand now why we picked you?” Jackal asked.

      “Yes...” Alvin replied sounding angry.

      “Remember Alvin?” Jackal said snickering. “Keep your temper in check.”

       The phone click off and Alvin steamed...”Keep your temper in check Alvin.” Alvin mocked....”Grrrrrr.....go to hell you diseased rat!” The Chipmunk snapped to himself as he biked through the suburb looking for the location given by the phone app.

Downtown Little Rodentia
“Hava Java Tails”
38 North Venture Street
Midnight
July 15

      “Hey mister? Do you have a dollar?” Fievel asked a Shew as he came out of the cafe...

      “Go home and get to bed you little punk.” The Shrew replied angrily.

     “Gee Mister? At least smile and tell me to fluck off nicely?” Fievel yelped as he bounced a “mouse-ka-ball” around the parking lot. In a few minutes...Jimmy appeared as he bumped a fist off Fievel’s head...

     “Sup!”Jimmy yelped.

     Fievel threw the “Mouse-ka-ball” into Jimmy’s chest. “Not much. Told your “rents’ off too huh?”

     “Nah....I snuck out. Watching drunk sex is boring.” Jimmy giggled. “My Dad can’t find the right hole to save his butt.”

      As the two young mice swapped talk back and forth...Tony and Eric stayed crouched among the used boxes and milk crates near the cafe dumpster....

      “Why are they out in the open like that?” Eric asked Tony as he passed Eric a twizzler...

      “Chaff buckets for the cops.” Tony replied.

      “Chaff buckets?” Eric asked.

      “Yeah...” Tony replied. “If the cops just happen to come in for a coffee and a “fluffy ass-hole” (donut), Jimmy and “Five” are going to draw them off with a chase while you go about your task.”

       Eric pursed his lips...”That’s a little dangerous.”

       “Nah...” Tony replied shaking his head. “Trust me...Jimmy and Fievel are more dangerous to the “flat feet”. Both of em have sky high I.Q.’s, they’ll run circles around the ZPD.”

        “You and Fievel seem very close.” Eric asked.

        “What are you doin? Writing my fricken bio-graphics?” Tony asked.

       “No Sir!” Eric replied nervously. “No! I was just....observing....”

       “Eric? Relax ok?” Tony said as he gave Eric a little chin punch. “No worries. Yeah....I met Filly in reform school. Obviously didn’t help fluck at all did it huh? That kid? Check fraud schemes starting at 7 years old working paper routes for his Uncle Nino. Got busted finally when he was nine. It was....love at first sight.....criminally speaking. I adore the kid, he’s a genius.”

        Eric smiled. “And you Mister Tony?”

       “Hey? Eric? What’s with this Mister stuff?” Tony asked shurgging and gesturing. “It’s Tony ok? Tony as in your best school chum, Amigo, compadrino....you.” Tony tweeked Eric’s cheek. “Ok? Tony.”

       “Better.” Tony said. “Me? Started with stealing bikes at seven years old. Pick pocketing by nine. Reform school between ten and twelve. Two years in prison for assaulting a cop. Two more years for biting a prison guard in the ass....literally.  Now? Ended probation and back at it. Grew my crew between thirteen and now....Jimmy, Whistle, Styx, Filly and up to 200 now between nine years old and twenty. Including you....”

      Tony whipped out a revolver and pointed it at Erics head...”And now? I have to clip you because you know too much.”

      “Ha ha ha....great joke.” Eric huffed. “You? You are joking Tony?”

      “I said I like you a lot Eric.” Tony replied as he put the revolver back in the chest holster under his jacket. “Now show me how much you like me? You understand the calculations right? For cutting the axles?”

      “Yes.” Eric replied. “That precise? And fievel figured it?”

      “I told you he has a very high I.Q. kid.” Tony said as he petted Eric’s back. “Just sit tight and be patient.”

      “What about the cameras?” Eric asked. “Doesn’t the truck have cameras?”

      “Which is why there’s convenience with an inside job. Always a well thought out alibi for every detail to which I reply? What fricken cameras?” Tony snickered.

       “There’s still cameras at that cafe.” Eric pointed out.

       “Hey?! Do you wanna do the job or not you?” Tony snorted.

       “Yes...I hope he gets here soon. You’re voice is like a stupid chalk board.” Eric snorted back.

        “You better learn to respect yer boss you little snit.” Tony warned.

South Rodentia
suburb of Dawsbury
67 Chestnut Street
midnight
July 15

      Alvin stopped his bike by the gated driveway of the large house and pushed the red call button on the speaker box...

     “Hello? Alvin Seville here.” Alvin said....then he waited for what was an eternity before the gate unlocked and slowly opened.

      “This guy is loaded.” Alvin thought as he walked up the drive that split a very well kept grass lawn and passed by a Razer Rock Mark VI Dupree two door black coupe. Alvin stood looking at the sweet hot rod in amazement before a grunt made him shake....

      “Hey? Do you think you got all night to jack off on the car?” The slender brown Mongoose asked as he pointed to his house. “Follow me Alvin.” The mustalde said with a gesture as he led Alvin through a side door and into a beautiful kitchen, the drawing centerpiece of it being a large mounted head of an Egyptian Cobra on the far wall.

      “Is that real?” Alvin asked as he pointed.

      “Yup.” The Mongoose replied. “That “was” Naug....Naug Champha of Savanna Central. A soldier for Whitey Badger.” The Mongoose snorted with pleasure. “Oh? I see you ran out of your smoke there Naggi...hang on.”
  
       The Mongoose pulled a fat cigar from a draw in his glassware cabinet, cut off the end, stuck it in the dead Cobra’s mouth and put a match to it. “There....Don’t say I don’t still respect you mother flucker.”

      “Did you? Did you kill him?” Alvin asked as he gulped.

     “None of your business kid.” The Mongoose replied. “Strip. Let me see the product?”

       Alvin threw off his red sweater and stood embarrassed in his under-roos as the Mongoose ripped a bag off the chipmunks body and took fur with the tape.

      “OW!” Alvin yelped. “Can we get this finished quick so I can get back?” The young Chipmunk pleaded.

      “Hmmmm....good snit.” The mongoose said as he started to remove the bags more carefully...”Cute little panties there Alvin?”

      “They’re not panties!” Alvin yelped.

      “Easy there Chippy.” The Mongoose replied. “I actually feel sorry for how they suckered you into this snit. I like your music. Would be a shame if it ended badly.”

     Alvin felt desperate. He grabbed the Mongoose’s paw...”Can you help me? You’re a killer aren’t you? You killed that cobra? How much do you want? I got a lot of savings! Please?!”

     “Spare it kid.” The Mongoose replied. “You’re part of the chain now that makes me some nice squeeze money. Do you think I’m gonna let that go for a one time pay from a little chippy?”

       The Mongoose threw Alvin’s sweater into his chest. “I will be charitable enough not to tell them you dared to ask me to do a hit.”

       Alvin shrank to the floor...”My life’s over. I just wish I was dead.”

      The Mongoose knelt down and tapped Alvin on the shoulder. “There’s a solution? Ask Jackal to be your manager?”

       Alvin looked up and snorted. “Yeah right...ask a gangster to be a band manager...”

      “You don’t realize what a bank roll you could make kid.” The Mongoose said as he crossed his arms. “As of right now? What do you three Munks make honestly? You’re small fry strugglers compared to say....Gazelle? But? if you had Jackal and the Westy Nimh’s banking you and using you as their money shelter? Kid? You could be rolling in money, pussy and gold in months!”

      Alvin snapped....”I won’t make my brothers whores of the fricken mob!”

      “It’s that or suffer Chippy.” The Mongoose replied as he taped bags of Zoo bucks on Alvin’s stomach. “Better think about it?”

      “I don’t need to...” Alvin snorted back. “And you’re as scummy as they are.”

     “Hmph....you’re a brave little bitch kid.” The Mongoose snorted. “Brave and very stupid. Now make sure you go right back home and don’t stop for snit. We’ll see each other again soon. You don’t know how much you can make in this enterprise you’ve been drafted into. But you keep making your little biddle bop songs like a chump. Now away with your ass kid.”

Downtown Little Rodentia
“Hava Java Tails”
38 North Venture Street
12:18am
July 15

      Tony patted Eric’s head as the mouse had drifted off while leaning against the wall of the cafe...”Hey! Up up!” Tony huffed.

      “Ugh.....Sorry Tony.” Eric said as he shook his head and saw the armored car pulling into the parking lot as Tony threw the small cutting pack on his back...

      “He’s gonna be close so you won’t have to go too far....just be careful and get under there but not like a snail got it?” Tony said as Eric morphed into his feral mouse form...

       “Watch there’s a trap under it or something.” Eric said as he scratched the ground with his paws...”

       Tony watched as the driver stopped to snatch the “mouse-ka-ball” away from Jimmy and Fievel....”Ok?......GO!”

      The distance wasn’t that far...only ten mouse yards from “the hide” but for Eric it felt like a slow motion dream. Lucky this was an older style car with a high freeboard between the ground and the bottom plate, he didn’t have to wiggle like crazy and make a ton of scratching noise to get under....

      “Not being a furry fat ass has its’ advantages.” Eric sounded quietly as he allowed the burn pack to slip off his back while he wiggled his way between the axiles. A flip of a switch on his cutting gun assembly and he burned two thin slits on the centers of the axile rods for the front and rear wheels. Not enough to cause the car to fail on a nice flat road but more than enough for it to fall apart if it hit a speed bump to hard.

      Of course...nothing ever comes easy. Eric was about to wiggle out from under the car when he caught the hint of a white and black vehicle turning into the parking lot...

     “Ugh....” The mouse moaned as he stayed still. “Good timing.”

     “Car 54 to Bronco....taking a break.” Rat officer Muldoon spoke into his radio before stepping out with his partner, a white mouse named Toddy. He regarded the two young mice throwing a Mouse-ka-ball around the lot and walked up to them...

     “It’s 12:30 in the morning. You two youngsters want to tell me why you’re not home?” Muldoon asked.

     “What?” Jimmy snorted. “You my Dad or something? Is there a law against us being out? Got a warrant?”

      “Touchy little spunk huh Muldoon?” Toddy said with a smirk. “There’s no law Son? We just have our job to be concerned for your welfare. Youngsters like you should be in bed getting sleep for school.”

      “Yeah?” Fievel snorted. “For what reason? So we get conditioned to work a nine to five job five days a week for our daily cheese and milk so we can grow old like you two flabby fat heads, collect social security at sixty five if we live that long depending on if we eat pastry and suck down gallons of coffee every two hours when you two should be out catching bad mice instead of stuffing yourselves on my tax dollars?”

      “And.....ah boom boom boom maze runners!” Jimmy snapped as he pretended to drop a mic....”Served!”

       Eric almost laughed himself piss silly. “Damn...they are good.” He said to himself as the two young mice continued to taunt the two cops while Eric extricated himself from under the armored car and slowly slipped back to Tony’s side....

     “Done!” Eric said as he passed his cutting pack to Tony. “Those two cubs should be doing comedy. They have those cops flustered in fits!”

      “Well we’re not staying for the whole show.” Tony said as he pulled Eric behind him. “We got a date with the sewers.”

      Jimmy pulled on Fievel’s tail....”Yo? Let’s lose these flat feet and go find something to do?”

      Officer Toddy wagged a finger at the two mouse cubs...”You better not make our night interesting you two. You’re not old enough for me not to drag you over my knee for a swift ass beating you know?”

      Fievel turned and dropped his pants...”Oh what are you officer? A cub-o-phile?” Fievel snickered as he spanked himself. “Come nail me? I’m so your choice!”

      Muldoon snorted...”And now we know why our society is heading for a big fall. These cubs don’t get a proper upbringing any more.”

      Fievel chased Jimmy down the street to where they had stashed their bikes...”Cool! Just in time.” Fievel snickered. “The driver was coming out as we took off!”

     “We need to short cut to get to Chestnut for the take.” Jimmy yelped. “Get the lead out Five!”

South Rodentia
12:37am
July 15

     Alvin stopped to rest by a bus stop, taking a sip from his water bottle as he felt over his body to make sure the money packs hadn’t started to fall away. A wave of emotion came and caused him to choke up for a bit and he slowly sat on the sidewalk in sob...

     How could he get out of this? Maybe a contract hit? What was he kidding...movie fantasies too reality made the odds of any success impossible. He’d have to pay for the whole gang to get killed off and even then, if they were smart? They would have spread all the information and videos they had to as many places as possible so any attempt was likely to fail in the end.

      Alvin then thought of the money on his body...didn’t know how much but “Damn these packs are thick!” But? Not enough time. He had to be back with the gang by the deadline...

     “Excuse me?” a voice came out of no where which shook Alvin out of his thoughts.

     “Huh?” Alvin looked around and came face to face with a hamster.

     “Hey? You got the time?” The brown and white hamster asked.

     “Oh?” Alvin replied. “Oh yeah.....yeah.....it’s....”

      “Click!” The sound of metallic parts near Alvin’s ear caused the Chipmunk to shake....

      “Hmmm.....nice bike there kid.” The Hamster said as he gave Alvin a sneer. “How much you pay for that? You must be loaded.”

      “Yeah...” Another Hampster said as he pressed the end of his pistol to Alvin’s head. “Give up your wallet mother flucker?”

      Alvin shook....”I don’t have any money on me!”

      “That’s what they all say Chippy.” The gun-less Hamster snarled as he pushed a finger into Alvin’s face. “Give it up if you don’t want your foot shoved into your fricken teeth.....bitch.”

      Alvin was about to pull up his sweater when something flashed quick out of the corner of his eye!

      The gun-less hamster vanished in a blur and Alvin felt his underpants soak as his legs gave way and he dropped to the sidewalk...he sat grimacing and holding his paws to his head for moment before he looked up to see a horrific site above him....

      Gun-less hamster was hanging off his feet...his body jerking and thrashing as his neck was being held tightly in the jaws of the Mongoose Alvin had delivered the drugs too only minutes before...

      One clean snap of the jaws....and gun-less hampster became a headless blood spewing mess of meat at Alvin’s feet!

      The Mongoose snatched Alvin off the concrete....slammed him against the side of the bus stop and pushed the muzzle of a pistol into the terrified Chipmunk’s mouth!

      “Lucky for you? I was taking a midnight stroll....If you EVER pull up your FLUCKEN sweater again to ANYONE? I will blow your FLUCKEN head all over the GAWD DAMNED STREET!”

       The Mongoose threw Alvin to the concrete....”Get back on your bike and get back to the gang and don’t fricken stop. I see you stop and both your brothers will be dead. Got that Chippy?”

      Alvin grabbed his bike and got slapped off the head! “Get going you little mother flucker!” The Mongoose snarled. He gave Alvin a good kick in the ass for extra emphasis and watched the crying Chipmunk speed off down the street.

      “Hmph....little fat ass wipe Hamsters. Big bodies....small dicks.” The Mongoose snorted as he worked to arrange and hide the purpose for the double murder.

Downtown Rodentia
Peppermint Street
12:50am
July 15

      Jimmy and Fievel came around a corner in the sewer line and found Tony and Eric poised below the open mouse hole in the street above...

      “Should be on his way now.” Fievel said as he peaked up at the hole. “Hope he lands the truck right? Will be a pain in the ass to cut through the trans-axile into the vault.”

      Eric gripped his cutting torch gun and fumbled with the cutting goggles on his forehead....”Just an added minute. We’d still have three minutes left to move and get as much as we can.”

     Tony pursed his lips...”Were the cops still at the cafe?” He asked Fievel.

     “Yes. They both went inside.” Fievel replied. “When the driver calls his dispatcher? Will they send the cops too?”

     “Standard procedure.” Tony replied. “So make as little noise as you can everyone....no yapping. No chittering.”

      Tony pulled Fievel to the sewer ladder. “Tell me when you see him coming down the street ok?”

      “Watch me get my head crushed by a “Mouse-stang” fievel snickered as he climbed the ladder and poked his head through the mouse-hole...” I think I see him coming down the street now Tony!”

      “Ok! Get off the ladder!” Tony huffed as he patted Eric on the head. “Your up pinch hitter.”

       “I like the nick name.” Eric replied as he bounded up the ladder and waited....

“BLANG! CRUNCH! SLAMP! SLAMP! SLAMP!”

        The armored mouse car weighed a good three pounds worth of steel and the moment the drive sped up to hit the firt speed bump...the sound of breaking metal and scratching concrete shook the air as the car skidded to a stop right over the mouse hole!

       “Perfect placement!” Eric yelped as he reached up with his torch and started to cut through the bottom chassis plate....

       “Oh what in blazes of hell?” The driver could be heard snarling and cursing as he walked around the broken truck...

        “Almost there....” Eric said as he rushed to finish his burn of the steel chassis plate.

        Tony and the younger mice were coiled in anticipation below just waiting to get into that “pocket pussy” full of cash and pot.

        “Dispatch...what are you reporting?” The night time radio operator of the cartage company asked the mouse who’d been driving the now busted up armored car...

        “Yeah....this is Skidlowski, I’m on Peppermint Street and the truck is broke.” The brown and white field mouse groaned. “Well it was fine till I took this speed bump on this street, I think I hit it too hard and the damn truck “crunched”....I dunno....maybe broke the trans-axile or something but I was grinding concrete for sure with something...”

       “Done!” Eric screeched as the steel circle he cut from the truck fell past him into the sewer....

      “Go! Go, go go.....Tony commanded to Fievel and Jimmy as Eric flopped onto his butt in the sewer water....

     “Gross.” The mouse groaned as Tony petted his head...

     “I’ll still kiss you Padrino...you did good.” Tony said as he started to catch bag bundles in his paws from the little one’s in the truck...

     “Quick Eric! Bag em up!” Tony commanded.

     Sidlowski stood cussing and waving to any small rodents that poked out of their houses upon hearing his complaining...

    “It’s ok folks! Just a little trouble with my truck...I’ll be out of your hair soon. Sheesh miss mouse?! Damn...do you look any better under all that cream and veggies on your face?!” Sidlowski said waving a paw.

    “What’s to you?! You fat bastard!” The angry female mouse snapped back!

    “Hey?! I’m not the one wishing he was a glamour queen here tootsie roll.” Sidlowski snorted as he walked and gave her a “fluck you” gesture. 

    “Hey!” Her husband snapped as he came out of the house. “You got something to say about my wife you waddling fluck?!”

     Sidlowski snorted back. “That’s your wife? Sheesh...I thought you were a blind homosexual or somethin?”

     Inside the armored car....Fievel was giggling his butt off till Jimmy slapped him off the head...”Five? We haven’t got time to listen to that snit? Keep moving stuff!”

    “He’s got that husband all pissed off.” Fievel snickered as he started stuffing pot bags into a canvas sack...

    “Sniffffffff.....mmmm.....cashmere delights? I’m saving this one for a special occasion...” Fievel said as he tried to pocket the package but got slapped by Jimmy.

    “No shaving off the top? Come on....sheesh you...” Jimmy snorted as he stuffed the package in the canvas bag and dropped it down the mouse hole...”Just because you’re Tony’s “butt stuff” doesn’t give you any privileges to skim.”

    “Sometimes Jimmy?” Fievel snorted. “You can be a little dick.”

    “Yeah...” Jimmy replied. “I’ll let you suck it sometime for the privilege.”

    Outside....that mouse husband was storming towards the truck with his wife screaming for him to stop...

    “No fat fluck is going to insult my wife.” The angry mouse snapped.

    “Bring it right here you little pice of snit!” Sidlowski snapped back with an open arms gesture. 

     Suddenly a ZPD cruiser came to a stop and Muldoon and Toddy ran to stop the altercation...

     “Boy are you lucky you little snit stain.” Sidlowski snapped. “Now get back to yer house and butt fluck your lover.”

      “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The enraged husband mouse screamed as he threw Toddy aside and charged Sidlowski with a coffe cup in his paw!

     In the sewer....Tony quickly finished packing several back packs as Jimmy and Fievel jumped into the sewer water! “Done and done! Put these packs on fellas and let’s get the hell out of here!” Tony commanded as he threw a backpack over his shoulder!....

    On the street above...four mice were now in an all out paw swinging, tooth biting, claw scratching brawl with each other! Muldoon pulled his taser to try and nail Sidlowski but missed and hit his own partner Toddy in the neck!

“BZZZZZZZZT!”.......”FLUCK ME!” Toddy squealed as he shook and flopped onto the concrete!

“Oh damn....sorry Tod!” Muldoon yelped as he tried to restrain the irate husband only to get clobbered on the head by a wooden rolling pin from his equally angry wife!

“Let my husband go! He’s not the problem!” The angry female mouse in the night beauty face pack screamed!

“Lady!” Muldoon snapped. “You just assaulted a police officer! Now you’re my damn problem!” The angry Muldoon yelped as he moved to grab the female mouse only to get knocked out by the rolling pin as she swung for the fence and broke it on his head! “Don’t you paw me you pervert!”

As for the gang....they didn’t stop to enjoy the “improv” performance of “Punch n Judy” on Peppermint Lane.

Downtown Little Rodentia
“Better Pot Saddlers wares”
1:30am
July 15

      Alvin was brought into a room and held by one rat as another removed the bundles of cash from under his red sweater. Jackal stood with his arms crossed with an angry sneer on his face...

     “You were told not to stop anywhere Alvin.” Jackal snarled.

    “I was just a little tired ok? It’s a long ride from my hotel to where you want me to go...I can’t do all that without a break ok?” Alvin said as Jackal walked up...

    “Then maybe you need a little more working out you plump Chippy fluck?” Jackal snorted. “You almost got yourself rolled with our money kid? Now that? Would have been really bad for you.”

     “What’s bad for me is what I’m doing!” Alvin snapped back. “How can I do this night after night without my brother’s finding out! What if they call the police?! It won’t be my fault if they call the police on you guys!”

     “In case you don’t know the score Alvin?” Jackal replied. “We don’t give a flying fluck one and you are zero for zero you little snit. They call the cops? They both die. You’ll get to live though...you’ll get to live and watch them die right in front of your eyes and trust me Chippy? It won’t be fast nor nice so guess what? You better work very hard to keep this little “thing of ours” going nice and smooth ok?”

     Jackal gave Alvin a revolting kiss on his lips which caused the Chipmunk to gag....

     “Now? Go home and get some well deserve sleep Chippy.” Jackal snickered. “And change your wet panties while you’re at it too.”
      
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
3am
July 14

I know I'd go from rags to riches
If you would only say you care
And though my pocket may be empty
I'd be a millionaire

My clothes may still be torn and tattered
But in my heart I'd be a king
Your love is all that ever mattered
It's everything

     The song played softly from the stereo as Tony stacked the money from the truck swipe and passed out the “cuts” to Fievel, Jimmy and Eric. Meanwhile...Fievel was pulling the sealed pot bags from two back packs and separating them into piles...

     “How long will it be till they find out the truck’s been cleaned out?” Eric asked Tony as he watched the Zoo bucks piling up in front of him.

     “With any luck?” Tony replied. “Not till they move it or open it up. Sidlowski kept them occupied with his antics at least a couple of hours. It certainly hasn’t hit the news yet.”

     Eric felt nervous as his stack got bigger...”How much am I getting?”

    “What?” Tony giggled. “Am I being too generous?” Tony moved to take some of the cash back...

     “No!....no.....just that....I’ve never had that much money on me before.”

     “It’s seven grand in diverse bills.” Tony said. “Better to parcel small bills instead of hundreds or thousands. And don’t start spending it till we build a shield around it. I have some friends who are going to write you receipts for welding jobs. You get a receipt from me? You throw the cash in your savings account in the bank. Don’t go fricken spending nuts with it ok?”

     Eric nodded back. “Yes Tony.”

     Tony petted Eric on his head...”You’re ok Eric. I like you...you’re a keeper.”

     “And if I wasn’t a keeper?” Eric asked.

     “Giggles”....”Fievel would swoon on you while Jimmy blew your brains out from behind.” Tony snickered.

     Fievel blew an air kiss....”Hey there gorgeous?”

    A snap toy under the door and Pixy and Dixie walked into the apartment...”Worked like a charm huh?” Dixie said as he walked up and took his and his brother’s “cut” from Tony.

   “Yup.” Tony replied as he gave Pixy some envelopes. “Slip these to our neighbors as a continued thanks for “being nice.” (Shutting their fricken yaps) He then turned to Fievel...”Got a count of the pot value yet?”

    “Still figuring it out.” Fievel replied as he played with each bag to measure size and weight. “Tone Tone? Can I shave some for us?”

    “Go ahead.” Tony replied smiling. “So gang wise? Our own account just went up a good fifty “G”....not a bad night’s score.”

     Tony passed five thousand Zoo bucks in a small carry bag to Dixie. “That’s for Sidlowski. Give him our standard speel for money management. Tell him he gets the other five grand when the heat cools down. And that car you guys used?”

     “Already gone to the smelter.” Dixie replied. “Along with “Captain Clapper.”

    Eric smirked at Tony...”Captain Clapper?”

    “None of your business kid.” Tony replied. “If it doesn’t concern you? You didn’t need to know about it. Enjoy your money and “clip your yapper.”

     Pixy sat after getting a Mouse-kat-tell beer from the fridge. “We’re taking the day off tomorrow?”

     “Yeah....yeah.....let’s do that.” Tony replied. “A free day for everyone. Come to the apartment say in the afternoon and we’ll all play Farkle for cash and have a party or somethin? That’s a good idea Pixy.”

     “But the morning is all ours right Tone Tone?” Fievel asked.

     “Yes Filly...tomorrow morning is just us....I promise. No distractions, no business.” Tony said as he rubbed and petted Fievel’s head. “Welp? Don’t know bout any of you but I want to turn in and watch the early news. Anyone who wants the couch? Just ask. No problem.”

     Eric raised a paw...”May I Tony?”

     “I like this kid....really....such good manors this one. Hey Filly? Get Eric a blanket and pillow or two? Fix him up nice.” Tiny said as he petted Eric on the head.

      Tony watched as Fievel grabbed Eric by a paw and pulled him into the bed room for a moment while Tony leaned in to talk to Dixy and Pixie...”Did that idiot say anything?”

     “Just groveled like a little bitch.” Pixie replied. “He didn’t think we’d actually kill him for coming back but we told him you were absolutely friggen serious.”

     Dixy nodded. “I offered him one bullet in a pistol to off himself on his own terms and he kept on begging and sniveling like a coward. Friggen made me sick Tony.”

     Tony sat back in his chair...”I was having second thoughts about it till you told me what he was doing. Warnings are warnings. I told him he could have his life but not to set up shot around us again and what does he do? Stupid ass. He didn’t suffer?”

     “No.” Pixie replied. “Except for his crying and bitching to the end.”

     Tony put another grand of Zoo bucks into Pixy’s paws. “There you go then you two...good work like always. Now get out of here and get some sleep. Oh?....bring platters or something for this afternoon.”

     Pixie and Dixy in turn kissed Tony on the forehead...”Sei il capo amorevole della nostra vita” (You are the loving boss of our lives.) Dixie said with a slight bow.

    “Sheesh....so formal.” Tony said smiling.

    Pixie stopped. “Just why the heck do we need to be under a family? You’re as good a “Father” as those shrew mucky mucks Tony. We have our family and our Father right here.”

    “It’s essential Pixie...." Tony replied with a paw wave. “Now get out of here will you? And once again as always guys....good work tonight.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
3:30pm
July 14

      Alvin stumbled through the door of his hotel room and quickly ran to the bathroom not caring if his brothers heard him or not. He quickly dropped his stench filled under-roos and “nerve shot” his body contents into the bowl while shivering and screwing his face tight to keep from “losing it”...which he did as he almost ripped off his red sweater and threw it at the vanity sink along with his pissy underpants...

       He sat punching his paws together...a reaction of the sort half rage, half fear that was rushing out of him....he then clapped his paws to his mouth thinking Simon or Theodore would suddenly stick their faces through the door. Yet he looked out to see they were both still dead sleeping as door nails. He resigned himself to standing under the hot water of the shower head for another twenty minutes before dropping his “pissy roos” into the bathroom waste basket and tying up the plastic trash bag. He then walked naked into the hotel room and looked at his brothers in their beds...

        It was a mournful acceptance of his condition that he didn’t even care any more if the filthy bastards were still filming them. So long as he was their “obedient little bitch”...Simon and Theodore might have a chance to escape if Alvin could find a way to plan it right at the cost of his own life. He walked up to Simon’s bed and for a moment rested and rubbed his head on his older brother’s shoulder. He then climbed under the covers and snuggled his body against the taller unconscious Chipmunk and fell asleep.

End of Chapter 4