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 8

3am July 16
109 Williams Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
Apartment 309

      Alvin was having oral sex....with a pistol? Here he was on Jackal’s bed running his moist tongue over the pistol body and “throating” the weapon into his mouth like a dick. His finger was softly rubbing over the deadly trigger and soon it might all have been over....

     Had not Jackal snatched the pistol, pointed it away from Alvin’s face and then slapped the young Chipmunk back into reality....

     “WHAT THE FLUCK?!” Jackal snapped. “What the fluck were you doing?” The rat snarled as he shook Alvin out of his stupor...”Oh? Oh yeah....should have remembered.”

     Alvin gave Jackal a blank look. “Why did you just slap me?”

     “You....were making out with a pistol.” Jackal replied. Alvin looked at the rat as if to say...”You’re fricken stupid” Then Jackal waved a paw...”No...honestly...you were going down on my pistol like a dick sucker gone bozo....except the gun was loaded.”

     Alvin yelped....”Oh Snit!”.....and then sat rubbing his hurting head.

     “Yeah....one of the nasty side affects of “Bambi” is that you have some crazy lucid dreams. You’re awake now so they’ll pass...” Jackal said waving a paw. He turned around to walk and a paw punch nailed him of the back of the head!

      “YOU BASTARD!” Alvin snapped as he connected! Then he stood waving his smarting paw in the air! “Ugh! Damn it!”

       “Didn’t you know that us rats have very thick skulls kid? Sheesh what kind of education do you have?” Jackal said smirking. “And if you were hoping I’d beat the snot out of you so you’d have some marks to show off to your brothers...not gonna happen.”

        Alvin snatched up the pistol, pointed at Jackal and pulled the trigger!....

“CLICK!”

       “Aaaaaand you thought you’d have a loaded gun? I took the magazine out of it already but you were too pissy to notice it.” Jackal said as he walked toward his kitchen. “Do you drink coffee Alvin?” He asked.

       Alvin slackened...”A little.”

       “Oh come on Alvin?” Jackal said as he prepared his small coffee maker. “The world’s not going to end in a day.” Jackal said. “I think we won’t use you very long. Honestly? The boss isn’t a big ugly mug of a rat. All you are is a higher class of courier we can use to get our stuff to bigger fish for a bigger snag if you ride my lingo?”

      Alvin took the coffee from Jackal and frowned. “You use me to peddle your junk which rodents use to rape other rodents and leave them like garbage and it’s me that brings your boss bugger returns...I’m no better than a prostitute. Then on top of that? I drug my brothers and lie to them...I’m worse than dog drops.”

     Jackal leaned against a cabinet. “You don’t swear at all do you? If any little. Gives you a lot of class kid”

     “That kind of language wouldn’t serve me or my brothers. We walked out of a two million zoo buck record deal over that kind of trash. I don’t know what they call music these days with M.C. Hamster, Two Poc Chinchilla singing how they....gnah.....the lyrics make me sick. They make me sick and what you force me to do...makes me worse.”

      “Do you love Simon?” Jackal asked. “I’m not talking always....you know? “Bed Rodeo bumpin the ugs”...I mean?....do you love him?”

      Alvin frowned...”Why is it any of your damn business?”

      “I was just curious.” Jackal replied. 

     “He’s my older brother and yes I love him which is why I’m doing this crap for a dumpy, disgusting pig of a rat like you.” Alvin snorted as he got in Jackal’s face.

     “You don’t have to get all defensive kid.” Jackal said waving a paw. “Just wonder how curious you’d be to see some of the nice things Simon says about you when you’re not around.”

     Alvin snorted back...”I’m not interested in your sick view of our lives. Can I go now?!” The angry young Chipmunk fumed.

     “Sure.” Jackal replied with a paw motion. “Be my guest? Just sad to see you’re being kept so blind like a “shroom” while you’re played like a harp.”

    “SMACK!”

    Jackal saw the paw fist coming and rolled his face with the attempt before he snatched Alvin by his sweater and threw him against a wall!

    “Go on Chippy?” Jackal said with a snicker. “Get out of here before you get your little prissy tail busted up.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Blanchard Blvd
3am
July 16

       Sandy Leech was bouncing around the back seat of Dixy and Pixie’s car like a kid on his way to Disney Land. “Where we going now? You guys aren’t taking me home?” The young mouse then pursed his lips. “Are you guys gonna whack me?”

      “What?” Dixie snickered. “Why would we “whack” you?”

      “Yeah.” Pixy chuckled. “We’re taking you on your last ride...”DON’T PISS IN OUR CAR!” He then waved a paw. “Nah...we got another stop to make. A simple job for a protection contract.”

      “Really?!” Sandy yelped. “What are we gonna do? Burn down a business? Break some legs? Whack a family member or two?”

      “What the?” Dixie snorted. “Chesse kid? Are you freekin violent or what?”

      “Disturbed in over drive.” Pixy said. “No Sandy...we’re simply going to slash tires.”

      “Slash tires?” Sandy asked back. “That’s no fun. Why are we going to slash tires?”

     “It’s one of our “low lay scams” with one of our many protected businesses.” Dixie replied. “You know Petroni’s Petrol?”

     “Nope.” Sandy said as he now leaned curiously over the back rests of the front seats. “Go on?”

      “Well....” Dixie replied. “We want Mister Petroni to be profitable and long lasting. Our contract with him is sort of to keep the competition in the neighborhood or new comers down and to give him a nice boost every so often....hence? We hire cubs to run around the neighborhood and put fliers all over the place offering tire repair services from Petroni’s station.”

      Pixy gestured with a paw finger...”Hence....every so often....we go around and randomly slice a few tires here and there. You need a fix? You call Petroni since he’s the only rodent on the block you know. He makes a killing, we get a shave, badda boing!”

     “And no one suspects it’s a scam?” Sandy asked.

     “We have cubs tag some of the cars with a fake gang symbol that’s typical of some middle school “click” of wanna be tuffs.” Dixie said with a shrug. “Occasionally we get one or two of em to end up “in Juvie” so the cops feel happy that they did something for public sake, you know?”

      “And it’s not like we hit a thousand cars in one night kid.” Pixy gestured. “We do around thirty, usually Mister Petroni sees twenty and still he makes good bank from them.”

      Sandy patted his paws against the seat backs...”I can do a few? You guys mind?”

     Dixy and Pixie looked at each other. “Well?” Pixy said. “I’m a little nervous about that. Only because the cops normally drive pretty heavy through this neighborhood on patrol and you need to have some training.”

    “I whacked a dirt bag and I need training on how to slash tires?” Sandy chirped.

     “Yes....” Dixie replied. “You need to be trained so you know what to do so you don’t end up compromising “us” or “yourself”. Sorry kid but you need to stay in the car and behave. Don’t get too beyond your shorts. Besides? The boss will want you “saved” for something more in line with your own talents.”

     Sandy gasped...”You’re gonna let me join your crew?!”

     “We’ll vouch for you with the boss.” Dixie said as he reached back and rubbed Sandy’s head. “Just be patient and stay in the car while we do our work.”

     “Sweet.” Sandy said smiling. “So what will I be doing? Shaking down non-pays? stealing lunch money? Protection rackets? I told you I’m an excellent cook...my grandmother taught me. I can make Canolli that’ll give you guys a fricken beast of a hard on.”

     Dixie waved a paw...”Right now we need you to calm down and sit quiet...can you do that?”

     Sandy sat back feeling left out. “This is no fun.”

     Pixy smiled as he turned in his seat...”Look Sandy? We just want to make sure you don’t get into any serious trouble ok? Some of these mice out here wouldn’t think twice about whipping out a pellet magnum and blowing away a little snot mouse fricken with their rides. There’s a blanket and a pillow under my seat? Get some sleep ok? Keep the enthusiasm under control. Have a little patience?”

     “I thought a dice player would be grown out of a pacifier by now?” Dixie snickered as he waved a baby pacifier in his paw...

     “Oh fluck you dick skinner!” Sandy snapped. “Ok...ok...I’ll behave.” Sandy said as he sighed.

      Dixie parked the car and got out with his brother. “How many Pixy?” He asked as they stood leaning on the hood.

     “Hmmm.....three ten? Let’s do fifteen and be quick about it.” Pixy replied as he tested the shoes he was wearing. Both shoes had spring loaded spikes in the soles that popped out and allowed the brothers to quickly “back kick” a small puncture in a tire wall. It would take thirty minutes for the tires to deflate, enough time for the two mice to be far and on their way before anyone caught what had happened.

     It was their usual act...two drunk and obnoxious brothers coming home from a binge talking all loud and stupid with the occasional drunk scuffle....which ended with a swift back kick and a “punched” tire...

    “Oh....shud dup Pix!” Dixie snapped. “You couldn’t find your tail from your nose in a horses butt hole you snit bag!” “Push!” “Punch!” “SSSSSSSSS....”

     “Oh yeah?” Pixy replied as he staggered. “Well what do you call yer girlfriend? She looks like an overstuffed porker. Your choice in females is pathetic bro!” “Push!” “Punch!” “SSSSSSSSS....”

     “Don’t insult my Petunia you creep!” Dixie snapped back! She’s the most understanding pig around you jack ass!”  “Push!” “Punch!” “SSSSSSSSS....”

      Perhaps their playing around was getting.....too good....as the brothers punched their tenth car....

     “AAAAAAARRRREEEEEEEOOOOOOOO.......WOOP WOOP!”

      a ZPD cruiser from Fort Bronco pulled up with two mice cops....”Evening gentle-mice...” The cop in the passenger’s seat said with a wave.

     “Evening Officer!” Pixy said with a smile. What can we do for you?”

     The cop in the driver’s side got out of the cruiser. “We saw you two pushing each other around and thought some sort of fight was breaking out.”

     Dixie gestured at Pixy....”Fight? Oh no officer...there’s no fight. My brother here is just a stupid dumb tail that’s all.”
  
     “And you’re a piece of work?” Pixy snapped. “You’re the one trying to keep up a relationship with a Pot Belly Pig you blind dufus!”

     Both cops were now out of their cruiser....”Do you two mind not getting into a fight in a residential neighborhood? Some rodents around here do need their beauty sleep.”

     Dixie snapped...”Oh go run yourself retarded on a “spin wheel” flat foot! Stay out of my family business?!”

     “Dix? Don’t get us in trouble with the police? Let’s go home?” Pixy said. “He’s alright officers...he just get’s testy after drinking Red Horse.”

    “You’re the one with the loud mouth you little dickus!” Dixie snapped as he pushed Pixy!

    “Alright both of you!” The cop mouse who drove the cruiser snapped. “Let’s see some I.D. from both of you right now!”

      Suddenly.....a rock came flying out of no where and nailed the cop’s partner in the side of the head!

“CRASH!”

      A brick crashed through the front windshield of the cruiser as Sandy ran by screaming his head off!.....”HEY COPS?! WHY YOU DRIVING AROUND WITH A BROKEN WINDSHIELD?!”

      The cop bleeding from the cut in his head snarled and screamed to his partner!......”GRRRRR....GET THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH PERCY! He then turned to Dixy and Pixie...”YOU TWO GET TO WHERE YOU’RE GOING! DON’T MAKE US HAUL YOU IN!” The cop mouse screeched as he started to give chase on Sammy with his partner!

     “Love improv don’t you bro?!” Pixy snickered as he ran to the cruiser, snatched the keys out of the ignition with a handkerchief and gave them a good arcing throw!

     “Disobedient little squirt!” Dixie snapped as he followed Pixy down the street and into their car! “I’m gonna rip his tail off!”

     “First, let’s save him from the cops! Go! Go! Go!....” Pixy snapped as he waved a paw and fumbled for his cell phone....

      “Brrrrrrrr......brrrrrrrrrr.......” “Yeah?” Fievel’s voice answered. From the sounds coming from the phone...the young mouse was in the midst of an intense “session” with his older lover....

       “I need to speak to the boss!” Pixy said as he was thrown back into his car seat as Dixy floored the “Mouse-stang” into a “bootlegger 180“ turn....

       “Styx? It’s like quarter to four....” Tony moaned. “Didn’t I say....”

      “Boss? We need a hiding place for a prospect!” Pixy yelped. “The blue bellies are chasing him...he trashed a cruiser!”

      “Oh for cripes sake!” Tony sounded upset. “Can the deeply in love EVER find time for themselves around here?!” Then Tony went into a machine gun burst of angry Sicilian as Fievel snatched the phone...

        “Bring him here and we’ll front him up.” Fievel snorted.

       “Yeah....” Tony snorted. “Bring him here so I can kick his tail three ways to fricken West!”

        Pixy looked at Dixie with a smirk. “We’re going to get our teeth drilled for this one.”

        “Oh crapes and crackers...they “Do it” four times a fricken day, the Boss needs to chill out.” Dixie snorted.

         Pixy snickered...”Ok smart tail? You tell him that and I’ll ready the cement for your burial.”

         Dixie rounded a corner and caught Sandy still in flight with the cops right on his behind...

        “Snit! They’re gonna nail him!” Dixie yelped.

        “Not if the kid isn’t smart! Go that way and turn left!” Pixy yelped as he pointed! “No! Go that way you stupid dumb tail!”

       “Make up yer fricken mind Pixy!” Dixie snapped as he turned his stearing wheel and almost put the car on two wheels around a sharp curve!

       “HALT! HALT OR WE’LL SHOOT!” The words hit Sandy hard! He went into his feral form and bolted for his life screeching in terror like a mouse being chased by a cat! “Maybe that wasn’t exactly the best thing to do?!” He yelped to himself as he ran through a construction site and slid into a concrete drainage pipe being laid through the lot!

       “YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” One of the mouse cops screamed. “IF YOU DON’T STOP RIGHT NOW?! YOU’RE GOING TO GET A GOOD IDEA OF WHAT FRICKEN PAIN IS!”

        The two pursuing cops turned into their own feral forms and were closing on the young mouse cub just as he got to the end of the pipe!

       “SANDY! JUMP CLEAR!” Pixy screamed as the “Mouse-stang” came roaring up to the end of the drain pipe backwards and blocked the opening just as the two pursuing cops were about to clear the drainage!

      “WHAM! WHAM!” Came two hard thumps on the back end of the car as Sandy rolled onto his stomach and covered his head expecting a total ass beating from the two pissed off cops....

       Instead....Dixie was picking Sandy off the ground. “Good timing I’d say kid.”

       Pixy was looking under the back of the car...”Yup...knocked themselves out. So focused on kicking your tail? They kissed our bumper.”

       Dixie pulled out a disposable phone...”I’ll call the precinct. Get them to send EMT’s. These guy’s are gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning.”

      “Nicely played.” Pixy said to Sandy as he rubbed the young mouse’s head. “But next time? Just break the window? You didn’t need to clock one of them off the head.”

      Sandy pointed to himself...”You guys? You guys got a towel? I’m kinda soaked in the legs...”

      Dixie snickered. “Happens to the best of us kid. Consider this your crime cherry popped.”

      Sandy stood wiping down his legs...”Ummm? Tony sounded really upset with me.”

      “Nah....” Pixy replied. “That’s Tony all the time. It’s when he’s all cute and chummy that you have to watch your tail. If he like wraps and arm around you and snuggles you and calls you “nibbles”? Yeah....you’re gonna die.”

      Sandy shrank a little as Dixie patted his head. “Don’t let Pixy get to you kid...he’s an ass and a half tail.”

      Sandy pulled his pants back up and jumped into the back seat of the car....”So will I get to be on a whacking crew? I mean....I don’t want to spend the rest of my life shucking dice all over the place.”

      “Leave that to the boss kid. It’s his call.” Dixie replied as he started the Mouse-stang and peeled out into the coming dawn.

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
6am
July 16

      Alvin came back to the hotel, took a quick shower to finally shake the remaining effects of the date rape drug out of his system and now sat by Theodore’s bed slowly and affectionately moving his paw fingers over his younger brother’s face...

       Simon might be his favorite for obvious reasons but Alvin was super protective of Theodore, perhaps because he was so innocent and simple of the three brothers? The one who saw life as an uncomplicated open adventure. Everything was a wonder to Theodore and that wonder seeking spirit often made him braver than his two older brothers. Alvin remembered the first time they saw an elephant as toddlers, to a Chipmunk such a mammal was terrifying moving tower but not to Theodore who while his brothers cringed fearful of being stepped on, there went Theodore on unsteady legs with his arms out....”Pick me! Pick me!” he yipped. “Wheeeeee!” He cheered happilly as an elephant lifted him high off the ground while Simon was having a heart attack!

       Theodore was worth protecting far more than Simon. Alvin knew that if Simon found out what was going on...he could deal with it logically and rationally even though he’d probably be pissed three sheets to the wind...
  
       If Theodore found out? The scandal would probably crush him emotionally. Alvin wouldn’t allow it! He growled and cursed Jackal, the filthy rat gang....himself for letting it all happen. Even if he didn’t know the cameras were in the hotel room, Alvin still placed all the blame on himself. Somehow...at some point.....there was going to be a reckoning, those filthy rats would pay dearly for this crap...

      “Huh?” Came a sound suddenly and Theodore opened his sleepy eyes. “Alvin? What’s up?” Theodore asked softly.

      “Morning Theo.” Alvin said smiling. “I got up a little early and took a walk.”

       Theodore sat up in his bed. “Yawn” “We are really getting some good sleep lately.” Theodore looked at his cartoon watch. “Oh....6am? I feel like going back to bed.”

        “You can’t.” Alvin said waving a paw finger. “Since egg head is still “snonk’d” out? You and I can go have breakfast. On me.”

        Theodore cocked his head to the side...”What’s been going on with you lately Alvin?”

       “Nothing.” Alvin replied shurging. “I mean is there a problem with me wanting to have a closer relationship with my sweet and wonderful little brother?”

         Theodore snickered back. “My wonderful older brother is a very good scam artist. Don’t think I never notice things with you Alvin.”

        “Sheesh! Thanks!” Alvin snorted. “Then forget breakfast if you’re going to dump on me like that.”

        Theodore just gave Alvin a quick lip kiss....”Oh....you’re such a snow flake at times Alvin.” Theodore brushed a paw finger over Alvin’s nose. “Giggles”...”Just kissed you for the shock value. You get so flustered.”

       “Hmph...” Alvin huffed a little. “So you gain for breakfast or what?” He asked Theodore.

       “Sure!” Theodore replied. “Let me get dressed!”

       Moments later....Alvin led Theodore into the hotel restaurant where they went through the morning breakfast buffet. As Alvin picked through the fruit section....the words of Jackal ran through his head and bothered him....

   “You don’t have to get all defensive kid.Just wonder how curious you’d be to see some of the nice things Simon says about you when you’re not around. sad to see you’re being kept so blind like a “shroom” while you’re played like a harp.”

      “Screw you.” Alvin said out loud to himself.

      “Huh?” Theodore reacted. “Me?”

      Alvin caught himself and shook his head....”Huh? Oh no, no, no, no....not you! No.....I was? Something that happened a while back just hit me in the head, that’s all. No Theodore, not you at all.”

     Theodore thumped Alvin off the head. “You’re brain is always running ahead of you Alvin. You need to chill out.”

    “You know Theodore? You’re probably the most honest of the three of us, you know that?” Alvin said as he sat down. “Hey? I’m just curious? Does Simon talk about me when I’m not around?”

    “Yeah he does.” Theodore replied smiling. “You’re a brat.”

    “Well that was direct?” Alvin snorted.

    “You wanted the strait skinny didn’t you?” Theodore replied. “Actually his compliments outnumber the complaints Alvin. He worries about you all the time. He doesn’t think you take education seriously enough. I mean...we all can’t sing forever and I think Simon’s right that we have to have a fall back plan if singing doesn’t last you know?”

    “Since when have I never been serious about anything?!” Alvin yelped.

     “Like daily?” Theodore snorted as he paw fingered Alvin’s nose. “Hmmmm? Am I lying?”

     Alvin sighed....”No...You usually never lie. But what does he say about me personally? I mean? You know? Brotherly love and all that?”

    Theodore chewed on a stack of pancakes...”He wishes you’d open up to him more. He thinks there’s something wrong with you and you’re keeping it bottled up. Not a good thing to do Alvin...he’s gonna needle you and I know you hate needles. Remember the last time you lost it? You broke his glasses punching him...he still feels hurt from that.”

    Alvin slumped in his chair...”Sometimes I think I suck as a brother.”

    “You say that again Alvin and “I’ll” punch you out.” Theodore warned. “You don’t suck. Oh sure you have your little “moments” Theodore said as he got up and walked over to gently rub Alvin’s head. “But I love you...every stupid part of you.”

     Alvin wrapped his arms around Theodore and hugged...”I am sure glad that you’re so dumpy and soft. You’re the best Theodore!”

     “Giggles”....”Stop trying to bury yourself in my stomach Alvin. Mammal’s will think we’re strange or something.”

ZPD Precinct Six, Fort Bronco
Personnel locker room
6am
July 16

      Mickey was pulling his uniform and equipment belt from his locker and noted an officer came through the room door with a bandage on his head...

     “Woe? Frenchie? What happened to you?” Mickey asked as Frenchie sat on a bench...

     “Lousy shift.” Frenchie growled. “Some little bastard nailed me with a rock, shattered the windshield of our cruiser with a brick then me and my partner kissed a bumper trying to chase the little snit head down.”

      Mickey knelt down to console his fellow officer...”You alright? Did you get a good look at the little creep?”

     “Just his scurrying little rump....dirty little prick.” Frenchie grimaced. “I’ll go home and sleep this off. Doctor’s already looked at me....oh! Oh oh....come here will you Mick?”
  
      “Huh?” Mickey replied as he turned from his locker. “What gives?”

      “Before we got hit? We were talking to these two mice who were screwing around and making a lot of noise. I haven’t had time to pass their descriptions. Can you take them down real quick and kind of get em to the sketch artist?”

      “Yeah....go ahead.” Mickey replied as he pulled out his note pad.

      Frenchie’s partner Percy came walking between the row of lockers with nothing on...

     “Damn it Percy!” Mickey yelped as he turned his head. “No one want’s to see your pool balls mammal!”

     “Oh grow up Mick?” Percy snorted as he stood proudly displaying his scrotum and flacid penis...”Sheesh...thinks this is elementary school. Oh? By the way Frenchie? Guess what happened on that street where we ran into those booze smelling brothers?”

      “What?” Frenchie replied.

      Percy opened his locker. “Ten cars had their tires flattened. Just got the word from “Vandalism block” (aka Vandy-gations) I think our two brothers were punching tires.”

     “I’m giving Mickey the descriptions...at least I hope I’m right.” Frenchie said.

     “Wanna bet “little dick face” was working with them?” Percy growled. “Probably their escape artist too.”

     “Well give me those descriptions quick Frenchie? Before you forget them.” Mickey begged. “We’ll see what we can come up with.”

      “Hey Mick?” Percy asked as he walked up, causing Mickey to turn his head....

      “Percy? Get some pants or underwear over your butt before I take a nightstick to your stupid tweeter dude!” Mickey yelped. “Damn!”

     “Has your daughter gotten Mouse-zeez-ziles yet?” Percy asked.

    “No!” Mickey replied. “And no, you are NOT bringing your son over no matter what my wife tells you! That’s so stupid...clustering our cubs together in some stupid infection party. That’s a lousy idea and a really dangerous way to “black death” the whole city!”

     “But don’t you want her to just get it over with?” Percy said. “Nothing bonds cub to father better than when they need you to love them the most? I’ve had my oldest son Nibby eating out of my paws ever since he got the Zees. The most obedient mouse you ever saw with a strait A grade average. I’m telling you Mick? It will make your daughter mayor of Zootopia one day?”

      “The answer is still no!” Mickey snapped back. He then gave Percy’s package a good paw smack that dropped the mouse to his knees! “Now? Perhaps you won’t dangle your dick in my face again there “purse”?

       Percy grimaced...”Good morning to you too....tail hole.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
6am
July 16

      “Here’s your coffee...”kiss”....” Fievel handed Tony his favorite coffee mug as his older lover rubbed his paw over Fievel’s head...

      “Mmmm....morning Filly. You don’t have to make breakfast? I’ll just get a bowl of cereal. You could go back to be if you want?” Tony said softly.

      “Kiss...” “I’ll do just that.” Fevel replied as Tony pinched and rubbed the young mouse’s rump as he walked away...

      Then a clicker toy went off at the apartment door causing Fievel to scurry back into the bed room! He was still only dressed in a pair of white panties with red flowers on them!

      Tony went to the door and opened it to see Pixy and Dixy with Sandy between them...

      “Is this the little fricken snit tail runt who screw’d up my “nup-two-alls” last night?” Tony snorted as he stood in only his PJ bottoms.

      “He saved our butts boss?” Pixy exclaimed as he held Sammy by his shoulders. “We want to vouch for him to get your approval.”

       Tony waved a paw around. “Eh? Come on in. You interrupt my love life then you interrupt my breakfast. You two “dukes” are a piece of work. Then you bring this little diaper dragger into my home.”

      “Well you’re no beauty pageant walker yourself Tony!” Sandy snorted.

      “Woe hoe! What do we got here? A little mouse with some nice brass nuts!” Tony yelped! “I like this kid!” He walked over to Sandy, wrapped an arm around him, snuggled him close and whispered in his ear...

      “I’m calling you “nibbles”......”Kiss”.

     Suddenly! Sandy pulled himself free of Tony and ran for the apartment door in a panic! “Hey?! Where you goin there Nibbles? I ain’t done with you yet!”

     Pixy and Dixy blocked the door! “Hey kid?! Relax!” Tony yelped.

     “He called me Nibbles!” Sandy yelped as he all but tried to back up into Pixy’s chest!

     “What? Did you think?” Tony frowned at Pixy and Dixy. “You two are such fricken snit heads.”

      The two brothers broke out laughing! “Did you see the kid screech Dixie?!” 

       “Yeah! He almost left a trail on the carpet!” Pixy laughed. “You should have seen your face Sandy?!”

       Sandy wound up and punched Pixy in the face! “Creep!”

       “Hey!” Tony snapped as he scooped up Sandy under his arms. “You don’t get to do that to anyone of my crew you little snit!”

      “Well I freaked out Tony!” Sandy snorted as Tony put him back onto his feet. “I don’t do well with jokes that scare the snit out of me ok?.”

       “It’s ok kid, I get it. Hey Styx? Next time don’t tease the kid here ok??” Tony said with a gesture. “I like you kid, you’re a pistol....just... tamp down yer fires a little ok?”

      Tony stood looking Sandy over. “So my boys here tell me you’re quite the Farkle player? You’ve done any shucking?”

      “Enough.” Sandy replied. “I’m good at faking a wounded pigeon and sucking betters into screwing themselves over. But what I really want is action! I wanna get in on shake downs and whackings!”

      “Hold it motor mouth?!” Dixie said as he walked up. “No way boss, this kid gets too excited about it. I asked him to whack that squirrel like a suicide? He turns it into a slaughter house. He even shot the poor bastard in the nut sack!”

      “He was gonna molest me! What did you want? “Gee Mister Pervert? How would you like to get whacked off?”

       Tony smirked. “That didn’t come out good.” He walked to his kitchen with Sandy behind him...

      “Really Tony! I can be a good muscle for the crew, honest! Especially in the high school you know? You gotta have a whole crop of misfits who never pay on time don’t you?”

      “I have a mouse who handles the schools already kid.” Tony replied. “And I’m not just whacking away like I’m clearing woods. I mean what’s our average “whackery a month there Dixy?”

      “Over twenty for two grand bucks a month.” Dixy confidently replied.

     “Yer fricken lying to me Dixy.” Tony snapped. “I warned you about lying Dixy!”

      “But boss? That’s not....” Dixy gasped.

     “Dixy?” Tony emphasized. “You are fricken lying to me.”

     Dixy caught the wiff...”I’m sorry boss.”

     “Better be sorry.” Tony snorted as he put an arm around Sandy’s shoulder. “See? We don’t whack so much. But your skills at shucking and faking plays? That, I could find a spot for in our little club if you have an interest?”

       Sandy nodded his head rapidly. “Damn right I’m interested! Am I in Tony?”

      “Well? Our initiations aren’t that easy.” Tony said with a smile. “When I tell a prospect what to do...I expect them to do what I tell them without any reservations you know? It’s to prove your loyalty to the group see?”

     “I understand!” Sandy replied enthusiastically.

     “You....might have a change of mind? I can ask for anything.” Tony replied with a wicked smile.

     Sandy clenched his fists and held them to his chest. “I’ll do whatever you ask!”

     “Ok?” Tony said with a smirk...”You” gotta get naked....wear long female socks.....and suck my prick till I cum.”

      Sandy stood back and without question began to pull his clothes off!

      “WOE! WOE KID?” Tony yelped. “Cheese Louise....stop?!”

      Pixy and Dixie giggled and laughed...”Now that’s dedication boss!”

      “Hey Sandy? I was just pulling your chain ok? You were gonna actually do that?” Tony asked.

      “I said I’ll do anything.” Sandy replied.

     “Don’t have too...” Tony said as he rubbed Sandy’s head. “Consider yourself in ok? Just one detail to remember....do not become a snitchy little bitch. You become a snitch? We’ll flucken kill ya. I tell everyone the same. And if we find out you’re a snitch? You take the punishment like a mouse with balls. But other than that? You stick like glue to Pixy and Dixie, they’ll teach you everything. You’ll do some dice shucking and some whacking I promise you.”

      Tony stuck out a paw....”Welcome to the Jicketts kid.”

      “That’s it?” Sandy asked. “No secret ceremony? No ancient mysteries?”

      “What the heck did you want? The Godfeather? Get a load of diaper boy here? Nah kid....that’s all for the big families. But if yer hungry? We can have breakfast. I’d have my squeeze make it but he loves his off time napping so....take a seat.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
9am
July 16

        Theodore and Alvin came through the door arms around each other and giggling as Simon came out of the bathroom dressed and still drying his head...

      “Well? So nice of you two to “bogart” me out of breakfast?” The oldest chipmunk said snorting.

      “You were cutting down a dead forest and I wanted time with Theodore, get a grip oh jilted egg head.” Alvin said as he swiped a paw. “And for “your” information Simon? Me and Theodore were making mad passionate love in the elevator.”

     “Mmmmmm.....” Theodore played along. “Alvin says such beautiful words in my ears....I am so overcome by his charm.”

      “Cut it out you dolt heads.” Simon said with his arms folded. “Another day of practice awaits. We have our concert coming up and we need another full day of final preps.”

      Alvin kicked a foot. “Can we get a break Simon?! Do you know how hard it was to wake up this morning?! We practice till my fingers turn raw. We practice till my throat is dry, how about cutting us some slack?!”

      “We’ve been getting some awesome sleep time Alvin.” Simon snapped back. “In fact? I’m starting to wonder why we sleep so heavily when we’re really not expending a ton of labor to cause it.”

       “Oh you and your conspiracy theories.” Alvin shooshed. “You know what Theodore? Simon has a fantasy...he dreams of being abducted by aliens who love to spank their captives. You can see it when he’s cutting a huge smile on his face....”Oh more Mister Alien....oh yes....lay another good spank on my fluffy tushy....”

      Theodore lost it! He flopped onto his back and rolled around laughing his head off!....”Yeah! I see it too! At like 3am? Simon’s looking like he’s wet dreaming!”

      “Oh!.....Enough of you two devil rats....shut up, let me grab some cereal and we’ll go and finish practice. And this time Alvin? No running off somewhere to lose your head like you been doing? I swear...I’m going to have to consider giving you shock therapy for your ADD.”

      “You’re such a wonderful older brother.” Alvin snorted. “Well? While you’re contemplating the chemical make up of fruit loops there Simon? I’m going to take a few laps around the block on my bike so I can set my mind to making the music befitting my genius.”

      Theodore quickly jumped on a kitchen table chair...”It’s getting deep in here!”

      Simon watched Alvin walk out as he poured his milk and then sat with Theodore at the table...”Theodore?” He asked his little brother. “Do you feel strange in the morning?”

    “No? Not different than usual....well maybe? Maybe more “peppy” than usual. You know me Simon? I don’t pay attention to little details like you.” Theodore said as he rested his head on his hands and gave Simon a concerned look. “What are you thinking? And let me guess? It involves Alvin.”

    “I dunno.” Simon replied. “I’ve just never woke up in the morning feeling so......so fresh. I’m telling you Theodore....we don’t work hard enough to be sleeping like rocks, It’s like we’re being “doped”.”

     “Are you saying we’re being drugged?” Theodore asked with a smirk. “Oh come on Simon? Really?”

     “I don’t know Theodore.” Simon huffed back. “I’m just saying that our getting some really sound sleep as of late is a bit off our routine.”

     Theodore shrugged. “I don’t feel like that at all.”

     Simon smiled. “You never let anything bother you.”

     “Some one has to keep their stability between you and the mental genius in his own mind.” Theodore said as he slipped off his chair and put his paws into his sweater pockets. “The only thing that does bother me though is how Alvin treats you sometimes. I’ve come very close to socking him right in the snoot for being such a jerk. You tolerate way too much of his attitude...”

     Simon smiled softly as he reached out with his paws to slowly feel Theodore’s cheeks...”I never get enough of yours...and I know you Theodore...you’d never really hit Alvin...it’s not in you.”

     Theodore gave Simon’s paw a gentle kiss...”I wish we had more time by ourselves?”

     “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” Simon replied as he held Theodore’s paw as the youngest chipmunk leaned back...

     “I’m gonna take a shower...wanna join me?” Theodore asked softly.

    “Too risky right now.” Simon replied. “There’s a lot of time for things later. Any way? I have to finish some school work and financial planning stuff before we go to practice.” 

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Millford Middle School
9am
July 16

      “Whump.” Jimmy Teodoro closed his locker door and finished stuffing his backpack full of books for his next class as the period bell rang. A smaller and plumpier mouse wearing an Irish Scally cap came walking up and shoved a paw of cash into Jimmy’s jacket pocket...

      “So do we call you “Milli-de-meo-Capi” now or “boss” or “B.J.” (boss junior) or what?” Enzi Delveki asked as the black, brown and white muskrat walked next to Jimmy.

       “Well don’t call me “B.J.” that’s for sure.” Jimmy replied as he repositioned the wad of cash in a “zipper stash” pocket as the two mammals walked to their Social Studies class. “So where did this pick come from?”

       “The deli on Gorgon and Yesler.” Enzi replied. “Used the old tried and true...three brat skidoo on a “swell”. I love the Dimati triplets, they are so good at the quick deception pick. You need to increase their cut.”

      “I’d love too.” Jimmy replied. “If their mother wasn’t such a hawk! We almost lost them last week after she found their “cash stash” cleaning their room. I haven’t disciplined them enough...you “never!” fold your money in your underwear! That’s the first place parents look! And you “never” keep your draws all neat and clean....that creates a ton of suspicion!”

      Enzi gestured with a paw...”So? If you’re now a Captain? Am I your under boss?”

     “Did you have to even ask?” Jimmy replied. “Of course you’re the under-boss. Just don’t get a big head over it.”

      As they walked into the class room...Jimmy got gestured by his teacher...”

      “James? Come here?” Miss Zorelli, an arctic shrew, called.

      “Good morning Miss Zorelli.” Jimmy said as he walked up. He gestured to Enzi to take his seat.

      “You better be extra behaved today...” Miss Zorelli said as she side looked....”The police requested your school records this morning. I had to give a deposition to the principle about your behavior in class.”

      Jimmy nodded and slipped a fifty Zoo buck under the Shrew’s paw. “Yes Miss Zorelli. I promise I will not be a class clown today.” Jimmy said. He then gave her an air kiss of gratitude for the heads up warning.

       Enzi leaned over as Jimmy took his seat...”What gives Minni Capi?”

      “The blue balls have their eyes looking.” Jimmy replied. “I think it has too do with that “truck lift” we did.”

      “Fluck.” Enzi snorted. “Let me take your jacket.”

      “Better not do it right now.” Jimmy replied. “Just play it cool...I doubt they want anyone beyond just me.”

       “Your roll.” Enzi said with a sigh. “There’s also something we need to talk about that you might not enjoy.”

       “That didn’t sound good at all?” Jimmy replied frowning.

      “It’s not.” Enzi replied. “You may have to get the boss in on this. One of our Junior class-mammals broke the rules....it may require some “clipping”.

       Jimmy grimaced....”Fluck.” 

Streets around The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
9:17pm
July 16

       Alvin sped around a corner, foolishly cut off a car flying through an intersection and slid hard to tear through a dirt covered alley and into an empty lot where he slid his bike sideways to a stop and sat panting from his hard pedaling...for a moment he was by himself until a voice sounded from behind...

      “That was being foolish.” Jackal’s voice sounded. Alvin turned to see the rat standing by his own bike and chewing on a baby carrot stick. “Good morning.”

      “Hmph!” Alvin replied. “I never get a moment’s peace without you.” The Chipmunk snorted. “What do you want now? When?”

      “I wasn’t following you till I saw you cut that car off.” Jackal replied as he sat on the ground. “We’ll have something new for you soon enough....why can’t you and I just sit and have a civil conversation?”

      “Because I don’t have the time and you’re a twisted dirt bag, dirty tail hole creep?” Alvin snorted back.

       “Admit it Chippy?” Jackal said. “You’re an adventure junkie. You hate to be un-entertained, you detest being board for five seconds and what we ask of you is exciting....a little dangerous maybe but you are soaking it up!”

       Alvin snapped back. “I HATE YOU! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT! I.....HATE.....YOU! Grrrrrrrrrr......FLUCK OFF!”

      “We’re ready to make you a sweet deal Alvin?” Jackal said crossing his arms. “A really nice deal? No more blackmail, we destroy all the stuff we have and you will get paid “out the yazoo” for some really sweet high level deals, I am talking big roller zoo bucks for being our product delivery specialist. Compared to being a “teenie bopper pussy wetter”...that’s chump change for what we can pay you.”

       Alvin stood with his paws clenched....”How about this? The answer is flucken no. For the last time......no. I don’t want your snit money, I don’t need your snit money and I’m done with your snit money....”

       Jackal frowned...”Please don’t be stupid and go on to say what I think you’re going to say kid?” The rat snarled as he pulled out his cell phone and showed Alvin the screen...”That’s your hotel door isn’t it?”

      Alvin bit it lower lip as the screen turned to show three large rats. One of them had a hotel mouse maid bound around the neck with a garotte!

      “That’s......your door......Alvin?” Jackal warned.

      Alvin grimaced and nodded as Jackal pocketed his phone. “Just so we continue to understand the terms of things. Please don’t be a dumb little bitch? We are always close by kid.....keep that in mind.”

     Jackal got on his bike and pedaled next to Alvin as he stood brooding...”Are you sure you’re not a little interested in knowing what your brothers think of you when you’re not around?”

      Alvin kept his eyes screwed shut....”Get the hell out of here you scum bag. I promise to keep my mouth shut.”

     “That’s a good.....cute little Chippy.” Jackal said smiling. “Have a nice day sweetie?”