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 11

109 Williams Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
Apartment 309
Midnight
July 17

      “Bzzzzzzzzzzz......”click”

      Jackal hit the snooze button on the clock by the bed and sat up to rub his eyes free of sleep....

      And to push Alvin off his lap. At least the chipmunk kept his underwear all the way up...”Hey?” Jackal snorted as he slapped Alvin in the face....”Get up Alvin? Come on.....get up.”

     “Mwahh?” Alvin sounded as he sat up on the bed...”What time is it?”

     “Time to get that rump in gear.” Jackal said as he walked from the bedroom into the kitchen. “You want some coffee?”

      Alvin walked in and stood holding the baggy underpants up. “Got any soda?”

      “That will burn out faster than coffee will.” Jackal replied. “I don’t need to carry your plump chipmunk butt all over the place because you had a sugar crash.”

        “I’m not plump!” Alvin snorted. “You’re a rodent with the underwear I have to hold up around me....dufus!”

        “Dufus?” Jackal snapped back. “What are you, still back in grade school? Ok? If I’m a dufus? You’re a dorkus.” Jackal snickered. “Dufus and Dorkus....chuckle....should be a cub’s kindergarten book.”

        Alvin chuckled....”Yeah! We could probably make extra money with that idea too!”

         Jackal snorted...”Please, please tell me you are not becoming comfortable with the idea of being a forced drug mule?”

         “No.” Alvin replied. “Just like you became comfortable with the idea of being in a ruthless crime gang?”

         Jackal poured his coffee...”I told you...It pays well and I’m sitting pretty in the number two spot. Just who holds your balls in his warm paws after all?” Jackal said as he poured a cup of soda for Alvin.

         “And you stay lonely...” Alvin replied. “You can’t even reciprocate a hug.”

         Jackal frowned back....”Getting “too snugs” will be dangerous for both of us....no.....dangerous for your brothers. Now go get dressed so we can get done.”

         Jackal walked and Alvin stopped him with a paw on the shoulder...”It’s never too late to do the right thing...”

        Jackal threw the paw off and pushed Alvin back....”I said....get dressed you flucken bitch.” He snarled, which got Alvin frowning hard....

Midnight
July 17
Shady Place, Vine Country

      Where were they now? How would it all end? Would anyone care? Thoughts raced through Martin Brisbey’s mind as his body flopped around the trunk of the car. How long had they even been driving? The car stopped about ten times already to “tank up”, Martin knew what the bells of an electrical charging station sounded like and by that many bells they had driven a hell of a lot of mouse miles by now.

       The worst ends made him piss himself...he had drifted off to sleep once only to be awaken by the horror of watching his body being chewed to bits by a meat processor....toes first! Still alive as half his body was consumed by the deadly blades, his blood splattering all over the entry port, his last screams being “Mom!”

      And what about his mother? What would she think or would she even think of him at all? She did love him, even thought Martin thought Timothy was the golden kitten in the family. The car suddenly came to a stop...

      The trunk door flew open and the chill night air rush in fast to make Martin shiver as the two “toughs” jerked him out and threw him on the ground!

      A punch to the snoot, a kick to the stomach, a rough throw over a shoulder and another punch to the nose and Martin was having oral sex with a handgun showed into his mouth!

     “Should I give him some grace or should we fluck him up some more?” The white mouse said with a snarl.

      The older grey mouse next to him snickered. “We should introduce him to broom sex I think.”

      “You are always the sick flucker aren’t you?” The white mouse said. “He ain’t worth spit.”

      Martin brought his paws up in a clasp but he couldn’t speak clearly with the gun stuck down his throat...

     “What?” The white mouse snorted. “You pleading for your life there tough snit? Speak a little clearer there douche?”

     Bertoltzer pulled his gun from Martin’s mouth. “Are you gonna cry? Sheesh....big bad plump sqeek’s gonna cry....”

     Acres slapped Martin hard in the snoot! “You got into the business! At least die like a tough mouse!”

     Martin got on his hands and knees....”I know a lot of stuff that could make you guys more money than you’d have killing me! I know hiding spots! Drug cashes! Lots of stuff!”

    Acres grabbed Martin’s tail and twisted it hard! “And we don’t give a fluck one what you have!” Acres turned to Bertoltzer...”Whack this little sour cheese bitch already.”

   Bertoltzer snorted...”Nah....let’s drive him around some more? I have a good idea...we’ll make this fun last a while....”

   Bertoltzer walked up and ripped a pair of Martin’s whiskers off!

   “OW!....FLUCK!” Martin screamed....

   “Oh that’s just for starters....” Bertoltzer snickered. “We’re gonna stop some more see? And every time we stop? We’re gonna cut off a little skin and fur from your body and pour salt on the wounds. Why give you an easy way out of anything? Maybe if you’d listen to dear Mommy little cradle kitten, you wouldn’t be with the big mice on your way to hell? Take this as a good lesson while you scream there fat fluck.”

    Acres and Bertoltzer picked up Martin and threw him back into the trunk screaming! “PLEASE! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE! MOM! MOM! I’M SORRY!”

   “WHAM!” Acres slammed the trunk door shut.

   “Think he’s starting to crack?” Acres asked Bertoltzer.

   “A little.” The white mouse replied. “This is so much more fun than parking tickets.”

    “Just don’t get too crazy Bert. I never did ask you about a proper nick name did I? What do you like to be called?” Acres asked as they got into the car.

    “My father calls me “Zoltz”, which I think is pretty cool, I mean...how many nicknames can you come up with for a white mouse any way?” Bertoltzer said.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
Midnight
July 17

      Tony was out. The anesthetic left him holding onto Fievel’s arm like a needed Teddy Bear as Dixie Whistle finished the stitches in Tony’s left ear....

     “Once the fur grows around it, you’ll never know he was shot. I kept the stitching short so there won’t be any scars.” Dixie said as he patted his boss’s head. “We got lucky on this one didn’t we?”

     Fievel snorted. “Sending an immature little cunt to do a hit....who ever did that is a really dumb bastard.”

    “Or smart.” Dixie replied. “Tried to make it look like some loner little cheese whacker had a big hard on for a “skull cap”. Just have to see what Pixy digs up from his contacts.”

    Fievel snoot snuggled his lover. “I was just lucky enough to get suspicious when he “cop’d” me that little prick face. Tony will sleep the rest of the night so if we find out who tried this? I want my pay back.”

   “I think you should get in bed and keep your head on ice.” Dixie replied. “No need for a hasty “retail” (retaliation) yet.”

    Fievel gave Dixie a seriously pissed look.

    “Fievel? I’m just saying...” Dixie begged. “Getting emotional about this can lead to all kinds of bad screw ups, don’t chew my tail off ok?”

     Fievel sagged. “Alright.....alright, I’ll.....take your advice Whistle. Everyone knows I take your snit all the time any ways. You can leave me alone with Tony now.” The young mouse said as he slowly rubbed Tony’s cheek.

    “I’ll wake you if we get anything. “Dixie replied....then he heard a snap toy outside the bed room. “Then again? You should stay up a little longer.”

    Dixie walked to the apartment room door and opened it to see Pixy standing with a mouse his age looking around nervously as Pixy walked him into the living room...

   “Fievel? Whistle? Meet Twilligar. The mouse who got “cap’d” for trying to split Tony’s skull? Twill’s little brother.”

    “I’m in no gang.” The brown mouse with a yellow head tuft said as he waved his paws...”Honest, I’m clean. I knew that little snit was going to get his brains blown out someday...like he’d ever listen to my advice.”

     Fievel snorted...”What is it with siblings going stupid around here? We should make a series for ZOO television, “The Stupid Sibling Show” We’d probably clean up. So? What do you know if anything about your little brother wanting to whack Tony?”

    Twill sat on the couch...”Only what I heard coming from his room. He was on the phone haggling over money and the guy at the other end was a muskrat named Chochi. I guess he deals in high grade drugs. Any way? My little brother wasn’t the brightest of my mother’s kittens, he’s spilling information like a bunghole in his room and I’m sucking it all in. Who ever handles Chochi said that Tony Toponi needed to be “ex’d” and to make it look like the “Sqees” did it so there’d be a turf war...”

    Twill raised a paw...”Sorry if I insult anyone here? But....they know Tony’s a faggot with a lover and they figured his lover would blow a freeking gasket and do a “Grand Maul Cocktail” on the whole city, which would allow Chochi’s handlers free rain to spread their smack.”

    Dixie gestured to Fievel....”And “BOOM!” I’m right again!”

    “On top of that?” Twill said. “The name of Chochi’s point of contact is a rat named Jackal. He’s supposed to meet with Chochi tonight.”

    Fievel’s face looked like it had been doused with rocket fuel...”Those dirty mother flucking West Side Nimh bastards.” The young mouse snarled. “Dirty, no good cock sucker rats.”

    Pixy gestured with a smile but Fievel snarled at him....”You open your mouth and I’ll club you to death!”

    Fievel walked to a dresser and gestured with his paw finger...”Turn him around?” He said to Pixy who turned Twill around so his back faced Fievel. Moments later....Fievel placed a cash wad in Twill’s paw...

    “That’s enough to give your little brother at least a decent burial and then some.” Fievel said.

     “My mother had plenty of good kittens.” Twill replied. “That one was a piece of snit.”

     “Still?” Fievel replied. “He’s family. If you have more to give us? Call us.” Fievel gestured to Pixy to show Twill out.

       Dixie walked up with his paws behind his back. “Well? Are we going “Grand Maul Cocktail” on the Westy Nimh bastards? You know they’re a lot bigger and stronger than us? Just saying.”

      Fievel looked back at the bedroom...”With Tony flat out right now? It would be against him to do anything.” Fievel frowned as he walked around the room. “But this can’t be waited on. Those bastards tried to kill our boss and damn sure they’ll try it again. And.....and they’re thinking they can bring in their “rape smack” into our territory again and not get an answer for it? Oh hell no.”

      Fievel pushed a paw finger into Dixie’s chest. “I want you, Pixy, Slider Savage and Daphne on this. I want you to go out there, hunt down this Jackal prick and whoever tags with him and bring them to the “game room”...I’ll get “Tone Tone” back up and normal by 3am. Discreet Dixie. Do it discreetly.”

     Dixie smiled at his under-boss. “Did anyone tell you that you’re short and ruthless?”

     “Did they live?” Fievel replied smirking.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Senica street
1:20am
July 17

      Alvin looked around nervously as he and Jackal walked....

     “Please don’t do that?” Jackal asked softly. “It makes me shiver and it’s a “big flag”.”

      “We? We are being tailed right?” Alvin asked. “By the gang?”

      “That’s for me to know and you to stay in your own yard chippy.” Jackal snorted.

      “Cut the specist (racist) crap.” Alvin snapped.

      “Stop trying to weasel yourself into my bed.” Jackal replied with a huff. “Nothing you try is going to change where you’re at Alvin so it’s better you stop trying to come on to me.”

      Alvin was silent for a moment...”You admitted yourself that you like me?”

     “I like your music.” Jackal replied. “As a Chipmunk, you’re cool but stop thinking you can change things by getting into the sheets with the company vice president.....dig me? I could change my mind and drill a pellet right through your stupid head....keep that in mind.”

     Alvin frowned. “That’s what I get for being nice...I get snit.”

     “You swore.” Jackal snickered. “So you don’t wear diapers after all!”

     “Oh go fluck yourself with a fire hose you ass wipe!” Alvin snapped back. “So who’s this buffalo douche bag we’re going to see this morning?”

      “My word!” Jackal replied. “What took your filters off line? This is unprecedented from you Alvin!”

      “When I get mistreated? I get upset! That’s why?!” Alvin snapped, then he started to walk fast...

     “Don’t walk ahead of me Alvin!?” Jackal yelped.

     “Why? Do I have to walk two paces behind you like a whipped bitch?! Is it all about my music and nothing else? Seriously? All I am is a fricken “Oogle globe” to you?! Go fluck yourself Jackal! You are honestly the worse rat in the whole world!”

      The rat ran ahead of Alvin and put his paws to the angry chipmunk’s chest....”Slow down Alvin?.....Slow down damn it!”

     “What?!” Alvin snorted. “Let’s just get this done so I can get the hell home and not have to look at your stupid snoot!”

      Alvin saw a tear drop from Jackal’s face...

      “Great acting.” The chipmunk snorted out as he pushed Jackal off...”Get out of my damn way!”

      “If I could help you Alvin? Believe me....I would! But I can’t! I can’t and it really hurts that I can’t! Please understand me...it’s true!” Jackal pulled on Alvin’s sweater....it’s true....”

      Alvin looked away....”Can we just get this done and cut the water works? And no...you’re not a bad rat...being honest....I’m.....I’m sorry I said that stuff.” Alvin said as he gave Jackal a gaze...”Let’s not waste the whole night huh?” Alvin wiped a tear from Jackal’s face...”Wow...a tough rat gangster crying? I’m shocked...and you call yourself the “number two company mammal?”

      Jackal looked around and suddenly locked his lips with Alvin’s! “Kiss”....”No!”....Alvin struggled....”No! “kiss” “Cut it out!”....”Gasp....gasp.....”Damn Jackal?!” Alvin yelped as he pushed the rat away...

      But in Alvin’s devious little mind....the wheels were spinning like crazy....”I got you good and hooked....don’t I mister “Number two” rodent? And you think I’m innocent and pliable? Tables turned on you there sewer sucker.”

     Alvin kissed Jackal back on his lips with a quick peck...”It’s uh? Getting a little late you know?”

     Jackal snapped out of his stupor...”Oh? Oh yes! Yes....we....we better go now.”

1:20am
July 17
Vole Gardens

      Martin squealed and mouse screeched as the two gangsters snatched him from the trunk again and dragged him across a lot to a fence where they zip tied his arms and ankles to a chain link fence...

      “What are you gonna do?! Please! Please! I don’t wanna die!” Martin screamed...

      Bertoltzer pulled out a rusty old knife and wiped it under Martin’s neck....what should I cut up here? Your tail? A paw? Your fat nuts? Make a choice there slick?”

      Martin shivered and pissed on himself....

     “Look at this rodent baby pissing on himself? And you ran with gang bangers? What a little fricken kitten huh? This one’s pathetic! You know? I almost have sympathy for you kid...really? I feel sympathy for your sorry tail.”

      Acres snatched something from the back of the car....”Lift that tail out of the way so I can get in some good shots on this bitch!”

      Martin screamed as his tail was brutally pulled up! “NO! DON’T!” He thought he was about to be sodomized with the fat handle of the thing Acres was carrying......he thought wrong.....

“KERSMACK!” Acres brought the paddle down hard on Martin’s behind! “LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE SNIT!” Acres yelled!

“KERSMACK!”

“KERSMACK!”

“KERSMACK!”

“KERSMACK!”.......Acres nailed Martin’s behind twenty more times until the mouse went limp from the pain....

“I think he’s had enough.” Acres snarled.

“Yeah....” Bertoltzer snorted....”Next time? Let’s just put a pellet into his head and call him done.”

  As Martin was dragged across the ground towards the car....he uttered only one phrase over and over....”Mom...I’m sorry Mom....I’m so sorry Mom.” He was tossed like a bag of trash into the trunk and felt a rope being thrown over his body....

  “Get used to it there slick.” Bertolzer snarled. “You and that twine are going to get chummy real soon. But not till our boss gets a crack at your fat hide.”

   “SLAM!” The trunk door came down with a hard thump!

    Acres pulled out his smart phone and dialed some numbers....”Hello? Just want to say I’m sorry this is going so late but we have the package and it’s coming to you in about an hour.”

    The voice on the other end replied. “He’s not too badly scorched is he?”

     “Well? He stinks like urine which is a good indication he doesn’t want to be a moron any more.” Acres replied. “We’ll see you soon.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
1:20am
July 17

     Simon seethed as he lay looking up at the ceiling...”Cursed usurper” he thought of Jackal the rat. “Stupid Alvin.” The eldest chipmunk voiced. “What did Alvin see in that long tailed piece of snit? Maybe? Maybe Simon had been too forceful? Maybe he’d been to demanding? Perhaps his scientific insecurity made him way too dominant and Alvin simply had enough? Different things rolled through Simon’s mind as he cursed himself...

     Then he felt a paw brush his chest...”Hi...” Theodore said softly as he knelt at Simon’s side smiling...”Need some comfort tonight?”

      Simon looked distant...”I’m not in the mood.”

      “You’re angry huh?” Theodore asked. “Feel like you got slugged?”

      “Kicked in my nuts appropriately is more like it.” Simon replied. “And I thought all this time you never knew. I didn’t credit you for being perceptive.”

       “The time I saw Alvin and you sleeping together and your underwear was wrapped around your ankles....yeah? Gave things away. Even I can figure two plus two there big brother.” Theodore said as he gently petted Simon’s head.

       “I....forced Alvin into it.” Simon said with a sigh. “I....don’t want to go into details...” Simon gave Theodore a long look...”I’m a dirt bag.”

       “And where would we be without you? Picking through trash some place...so you’re not a complete dirt bag. And heck....Alvin was sending “signals” way before you probably pulled his underwear down the first time...once again your simple minded youngest brother shows off just how smart he really is...I only play a little slow because I love the attention you guys give me.”

        Theodore slowly lowered his head and gently kissed Simon’s mouth....”Now? Do you want a Teddy Bear to sleep with or not? We can’t all perform all knoted up and tired you know?”

       Simon smirked...”Knotted can mean different things.”

       “Don’t “science” this dufus?” Theodore snorted. He slowly moved a paw down Simon’s body till he “cup’d” the elder chipmunk’s crotch. “Now do you want company or not you silly nut cruncher?”

        Simon sighed back...”We don’t have to do anything...”

        Theodore snorted...”You don’t need to talk.....egg head.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
12 Patter Ave.
Home of Chochi the Muskrat
1:34am
July 17

      Jackal’s signal was a rock thrown against the wooden front door and the reply was three flashes of an interior red lamp. The rat looked up and down the street a dozen or so times before he felt safe enough to venture out of hiding with Alvin in tow...

      “You don’t say anything....you don’t do anything...don’t even move a paw finger without asking, you got that?” Jackal warned Alvin. “Chochi is extremely suspicious so....don’t make him jumpy.”

       “Don’t have to ask me twice.” Alvin replied as he followed Jackal to the door and the rat scratched the wood paneling with his claws in a code...

      Chochi cracked the door...looked at the two rodents and squinted his eyes...”Come in...and you do what I tell you.” The muskrat warned as he slowly opened the door and allowed Jackal and Alvin to slip inside...

    “Spread your legs and arms...I know you might be packing guns but I’m not checking for those...”

     A female Muskrat came out of a side room with a pellet shot gun in her paws...”Jackal?”

     “Lady Elaine.” Jackal replied. He tapped Alvin on the shoulder. “Lady Elaine is Chochi’s squeeze but never say that to her in first person? She’ll blow your nuts off.”

     “Don’t be a little dick Jackal?” Elaine snorted. “Are they clean or what?”

     “Not bugged.....yet.” Chochi snorted. “Now turn around, show your behinds and get your tails out of the way?...”

     Alvin snapped...”I’m not...!”

     Chochi replied with a pistol to Alvin’s head...”You do it there Chippy or I’ll vent your skull.”

     Alvin turned around, spread his legs apart and lifted his sweater...

     “Nice toon panties there squirt.” The Muskrat said with a snicker as he pulled down Alvin’s underwear...”

    “Have your fun while you can.” The Chipmunk snarled until a paw finger brutally sodomized his tail hole....”Easy you bastard!” Alvin screeched!

     “SLAP!” Chochi gave Alvin a hard slap in the face followed by his pistol shoved into the Chipmunk’s nose....”I will fricken KILL YOU you little flucker! Shut.....your FLUCKEN TRAP!”

     Jackal sighed....”Choe? Please don’t kill my hired help?”

     Chochi snatched Alvin by an ear and pulled him to a chair...”Sit there wise ass? And shut up!” The Muskrat commanded. Chochi turned to Jackal and waved his pistol around...”Seems something happened to Tony Toponi but exactly what is not known. He was at the target place and from all accounts? He took a pellet to the skull. By now his little “bed bitch” second in command is calling for a “Gee-Fur-had” all over little Rodentia. Makes our life easier since the first targets will most likely be their rivals the Sqeejees. So what are you promising me?”

      Jackal looked at Alvin....”A secure pipe line of our best “Bambi”, sixty to fourty profit split, a chance to move into more “lucrative” places and venues thanks to our very competent associate here. Don’t let your rouging up of his furson deter you from judging his dependability. I can vouch for him fursonally.”

      Chochi looked closely at Alvin. “He’s the genuine deal? No gimic? He’s not  double?”

      Jackal shook his head. “He is one hundred percent Alvin Seville. Just decided that he needed a side job to subsidize his pussy chasing. He loves the benefits.”

      Alvin gave Jackal a look to kill a rat....”Go......grrrrrrr.....you dick.” Alvin thought to himself before he looked at Chochi....”I was thinking of something exciting to do as a side job...plus the money is a good incentive.....some of the money anyway, I’m not greedy.”

       Chochi nodded....”And no one has bothered you? No one suspects you?”

       “Like really?” Alvin replied. “Even going around at night..when the police pass me by? They think I can only go out at night to avoid being raped by fans. I’m so clean, I make Ivory soap stink bad. Shouldn’t be a problem really?” 

       Chochi gave things a bit of thought...”We have a deal then...a tentative deal depending on news of Toponi’s condition. You might have to be ready to whack his little gay squeeze to sort of set things into motion around here.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
outside the home of Chochi the Muskrat
12 Patter Ave.
1:48am
July 17

       Robier and Decount were standing across the street like a pair of casual friends out for a morning stroll with cup of coffee in their paws. Both of them were hired guns of the Westy Nimh’s and quite good shots if they wanted to boast about themselves all day. They were two of six rats keeping a watch on things as Jackal “wheel’d and deal’d” inside the fat muskrat’s home...

      “I’m thinking of buying a new car by the way?” Robeir said as he savored his coffee’s flavor. “I love this stuff with peanut butter.”

      “What kind of car you thinking about?” Decount asked. “You should consider a Pacer Mark 2, I hear it’s a reliable drive for a single rat.”

       “You talking about numbers or the fact that I don’t have a mate?” Robeir asked.

       “You could take it both ways.” Decount replied. “Just saying, the car might fit you very good?”

        The two rats didn’t notice the young mouse coming up to them until he was waving up at them. It was Elliot, the “Squee wee wee” Tony Toponi had allowed to live back in Chapter One if he’d turned into an insider for the Jickets gang...only this time he was working on behalf of his own boss...

       “Excuse me?” Elliot asked. “You guys live around here? I was on my way to a friends house and I got kind of lost.”

      Decount gestured around...”What address are you looking for?”

      By the time Decount realized Robeir’s brains had been blown out of his head, it was too late for the rat to reach for his gun....Elliot whipped out a blow gun and shot a dart full of poison into the rats neck! Out came a group of mice and they snatched up the dead rats and dragged them to a truck where a grinder was waiting to turn them into patte for hungry cats...

     One of the lookouts had been spared a merciful death...a rat named Saco was made to get on his knees and watch as his fellows were tossed into the meat paste maker. He knew he was going to be next...at some point...He couldn’t make a scream through the ball gag that had been shoved deep into his maw...

     Pixy and Dixy stood on either side of a very pissed off Fievel Mousekowitz holding a baseball bat in his shaking paws...the young mouse bore his teeth in a rage as he glared at the bound rat struggling against his bonds...

     “Oh.......you dumb stupid fluck.” Fievel snarled as he walked around the cringing rat. “You flucks “thought” you could just “pop” Tony Toponi so easily and all your dreams would work out huh?”

     Fievel wound up and swung for the fence! “CRACK!” He shattered the rat’s shoulder!

     “Huh?” Fievel snapped. “Huh mother flucker?! You come into “my” Territory? Threaten “My Tony” and think I’ll just roll over and play a little bitch?!”

     Fievel wound up and swung for the fence! “CRACK!” He shattered the rat’s other shoulder!

    “Oh no......no.....no......no.....I may be a.....small young mouse? But you piss me off? You threaten my bread and butter? You try to kill “My bed mate”? Buddy? You got a flucken problem and a fricken half you stupid douche bag!”
    
     Fievel wound up and swung for the fence as the rat was thrown onto his chest! “CRACK!” He shattered the rat’s testicals!

     Pixy ripped the ball gag from the suffering rat’s maw and kicked his snoot till he broke a few teeth! “Say you’re sorry to Fievel there you dirty rat fluck! Say sorry!”

    Fievel gestured...”Fluck him....feed him to the gawd damn chopper.”

     The rat squeaked and squealed and screamed with horror as Pixy and Dixie dragged him up a ramp, tied a rope around his upper body then dangled him over the blood and gore covered spinning blades below. They lowered him slowly as Fievel put on a pair of thick blue tooth mouse muffs and turned his back to the “chopper”, as ruthless as he was? He was still a sensitive young mouse who shouldn’t have to witness the brutal end to his enemies. He could barely tolerate the worse torture of “rat paper” Tony liked to use so much....

      The rat was still screaming as the blades devoured his legs, his tail, his penis, and his torso.....after that....he was just a blur of whipped bloody paste. Didn’t stop Pixy from pulling out a Snickers bar and taking a few bites while he watched the gore show below him...

     “You know “Whistler”?” Pixy asked as he chewed on his candy bar and looked down at the murder display. “We should have em hold a pair of bags filled with food coloring? Bet it would make an interesting work of art?”

      “You are one sick little fluck.” Dixie replied with a smirk.

      “I’m a slave to my passions brother.” Pixy snickered back.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Insider the home of Chochi the Muskrat
12 Patter Ave.
2am
July 17

      Chochi stuck a small knife into the plastic wrapping of powder and gave the contents a quick sniff and lick test...”Mmmmm....nice. My tongue’s numb....good snit there Jackal.”

      “Told you we have good quality Bambi.” Jackal snickered. “Once again? Who’s ever going to suspect my associate here of being a mule? We supply the product? You supply the distribution at a very good profit.”

      Chochi smiled as he poured glasses full of Rodent Whiskey...”I don’t imagine our Chippy here is old enough to drink is he?”

      Alvin snorted back but kept his mouth shut.

     “How a bout an advance payment?” Chochi snickered. “You up for say?.....Ten grand to start off?”

     “That’s generous.” Jackal replied smiling. 

     “I didn’t think there would be a disagreement on the price.” Chochi replied with a nod. “I’ll give you your money and you’re on your way.”

      Chochi waved to his “squeeze” and soon he was passing the envelope with the cash to Jackal. “I look forwards to many good turns with this new relationship.”

      “As do we....depending on what we learn about Toponi.” Jackal replied. “If we didn’t get him once? That won’t be too much of a problem to fix.”

      Chochi showed Jackal and Alvin to the front door and waited a moment till he felt sure enough to let them get on their way. He closed the door to the sound of a pistol being cocked behind him...

      “I did my part.” The fat muskrat said as he turned around to face Tony’s electronics Wizard, Armando the Rat....only this time Armando wasn’t handling a keyboard....he was handling a mouse magnum...

      “Yes...your ten grand as we agreed.” Armando said with a smile as he tossed Chochi the envelope of cash. “Very well play acted, you should be on CheesyWay with that performance.”

        “I’ve always had a passion for acting.” The Muskrat replied.

        “Good.” Armando snickered. “Then you’re well aware of Shakeshrews Malvolio I assume?”

        Chochi didn’t get a chance to flinch before Armando shot him in the chest and sent his fat body flying to the floor! The rat walked up to the coughing gasping rodent and pointed his magnum down to Chochi’s privates...of course? The weapon was silenced....

      “FUMP!”

        “As for that slut squeeze of yours? She’s getting a plastic bag and free swimming lesson upstairs....”Ciao ciao grasso succhia cazzo!”

“FUMP!”“FUMP!”“FUMP!”“FUMP!”

       By the time Chochi suffered his fate...Jackal and Alvin were well down the street...

       “That was smooth.” Jackal said smiling. “Chin up Alvin? I’m pretty sure now that I could convince the boss to throw away the two grand a month payment on you, I mean...it is a bit counter-productive.”

       “I wouldn’t want you to risk your standing by doing anything for a stupid Chippy.” Alvin snorted.

       “Hey?” Jackal replied as he grabbed a paw...”Stop?” Jackal snorted as he pulled Alvin close. A group of juvenile mice were coming across the street...”Get the fluck behind me.” Jackal snorted as he pushed Alvin around with a paw and reached into his jacket pocket...

      The lead young mouse was Anabella (The newbie hopeful gang banger Lesbian mouse who enjoys cat pussy from Chapter three) with Eric Babone who helped to pull off the armored car hijack standing with another young male mouse behind her...

      “Yo?” Anabella asked. “Ain’t you Alvin Seville?”

      “No.” Alvin replied forcefully. “Why does every tennie twat bopper think I’m Alvin Seville? I just happen to like the sweater Prixy Stick so what’s that to you? Alvin Seville.....sheesh....I look nothing like that little faggot.” Alvin said with a rough city accent.

       Jackal waved a paw....”Obviously? You all are mistaken so could you please not block the side walk?”

       “Who do you think you are rat?!” Anabella snapped.

       Jackal whipped out his mouse magnum and pushed it into Anabella’s snoot! “I’m a mouse with a gun you little bitch! Now walk the fluck away!”

      Alvin was shocked! “Woe! Jackal?! She’s just a teenager, what’s she going to do?”

      “Plenty if we don’t keep moving!” Jackal snarled. “I won’t ask you to get out of the way again you little bitch!”

       “Where was the back up?” Jackal thought. “There should be two teams around them, where were they?” Then Jackal gasped...”Oh....fluck...” He almost got a shot off from his pistol before something whistled in out of no where and punched itself into his neck! 

        “AH! SON OF A BITCH?!” Jackal snapped as he stumbled and toppled over onto his face!

        Alvin had no time to react himself. Anabella was on him in a flash, a pair of brass knuckles crashing into the side of his head before he could run...He flopped onto his back.

July 17
5am
Some place....

      How many times can you call yourself different names and descriptions to say you’re stupid? Obviously Martin had run out of them by the time the car came to a sliding stop and the doors slammed hard enough to rock the trunk...

      So.....this was it. He would be dragged from the car and killed. Would it be merciful? Just an unknown shot to the skull or would he be tortured? tears streamed down his face...why did he ever call his brother Tim a little retard? Why did he go against his mother when she was only the most loving mouse he’d ever known? Why did he get involved with those street mice to end up missing, forgotten and probably unloved. As the trunk door flew open, Martin squeaked and squealed as the two brute mice slipped a pillow case over his head!

     “PLEASE?! PLEASE?! I DON’T WANNA DIE! I DON’T WANNA DIE! PLEASE?!....PLEASE?! MOM?! MOM, I’M SO SORRY!”

     Bertoltzer kicked Martin hard in his butt....”SHUT THE FLUCK UP YOU SNIT! TELL YOUR COMPLAINTS TO OUR BOSS!” He threw Martin down onto the ground and pushed a pistol to his head! “What would you say to your mother if she were right in front of you cry baby?! Huh?! Talk you little piece of snit! TALK?!”

      Martin cried and sobbed....”Momma! I love you and I’m sorry! I’m sorry Momma!”

      A pair of paws slowly moved over his face and Martin felt that any moment his head would explode in blood and gore....”Momma please forgive me?” The mouse sobbed as the hood was pulled from his head...

      And Martin looked into the eyes.....of his mother?....

      “My baby.....my dear Martin.....my son......” Mrs. Brisby said softly as she pulled Martin into her lap and kissed him on his head. The mouse sobbed uncontrollably as Mrs. Brisby comforted him.

      Acres and Bertoltzer stood looking down at Martin....”Let this be a warning to you.” Acres said frowning. “You won’t get a second chance there brat. Next time? You will die. Don’t you ever come back to the city again.”

      Acres and Bertoltzer turned to see Timothy Brisby standing with his arms folded. “I don’t know who you two are? I don’t know who put you up to this? But for what you did for my mother? Thank you.”

      Acres pointed at Timothy’s chest. “You just make sure he stays put and listens to your mother. You’re a good mouse Timothy Brisby. Stay that way.” Acres said. He and Bertolzter then walked to their car without looking back...it was best to leave things that way.

     “That? Was damn good fun.” Bertoltzer said as he got into the car. “Better than writing tickets and it turned out for the best. So? Do you think I’ll go back to traffic for a bit longer?”

      “Nah.” Acres replied. “I’ll recommend you get transferred to the Buko Squad for undercover narcotics. Traffic is so below your talent.”

      Bertoltzer smiled. “How about breakfast? Let’s find a “choke n smoke” and get some good ham and eggs huh?”

       Acres smiled back. “Sounds great to me.”

End of Chapter 11