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Big Plans

A fan-fiction written jointly by N00B678 and MojoRover

This is a fan-fiction based in the city of Colmaton, which belongs to TRAIN. Ji-Lin/Crimson Cur is the property
of Computer Dinosaur shared with MojoRover. Alice/Lone Wolf, Clown King, Bantam Beaver, Mystic Cat/Patricia Arnoe,
Delta Dog, Stretch Coyote and the American Bureau of Superhero characters also belong to MojoRover, and none of
the above characters are allowed to be used without the owners' permissions. The characters Frank/Jolt and David
belong to N00B678.

---

Far away from Colmaton, Don Giovanni looked along the wall of his office, which had a line of newspaper articles,
focused on the infamous Jolt, a superfur that had come out of nowhere and given con artists something to fear.
The panther was into his fifties by now, but didn't seem it. He was still in pretty good shape, and looked rather
handsome for his silvery-grey fur. He was also a very knowledgeable creature, and rarely ever had problems with
money until now.

There were four tabloids posted on his wall: Jolt's first heist at Dinky's Pawn Shop; his next heist at the
Bigaloo Investment Company; and his latest escapade, where his own loan shark Davross got tagged by this Jolt
fellah and Crimson Cur. The last one was the one that interested him the most: Jolt was now missing. It didn't
surprise him, but the calculating Mafioso was getting an idea in his mind, one that settled well with fixing his
problem.

The first thing he'd have to do is set a trap. He'd send Fink, his weasel advisor. He knew how to make money on
both sides of the law and also knew how to make it look like he was innocent, but for people like Jolt, he'd be
able to see through easily. Giovanni was counting on the mysterious Jolt being young and inexperienced, or he
probably never would've chanced teaming up with Crimson Cur to catch Davross. If he saw any signs that Fink was
conning money, he'd probably jump at the first opportunity.

Now the only think to decide on was how to deal with him. Obviously a supervillain would be best to take out a
superfur. But who on his list of dangerous criminals should be the one to pull the thorn Jolt was out of his side?
Picking up his phonebook he kept handy, he started flipping through pages of several bad super villains before
slowly coming on one that perked his interest.

A slow grin spread across his face as he poked the name, "I think it's time you met your end, Jolt.."

---

At that moment, Frank Douglass Leavitt was being thrown to the grass by his roommate, David, as David was teaching
Frank some self-defense stuff. Frank was far from David's level, but was catching on pretty quick, rolling even as
he hit the grass and coming back up in a crouch.

Four weeks had passed since Frank had become Jolt, as noone seemed to be conning money with the superthief
threatening their franchise. So that left Frank to be able to be a normal geeky college student, which also left
time for Frank to get some form of training. Thankfully, David was a martial artist and one of the top students in
this field at Union University, so Frank had a good teacher.

"Not bad, Frank," David complimented as he watched Frank roll after being thrown from an improperly-thrown punch.
Frank slowly got up, wiping some sweat from his forehead as he looked at David. Even though they were friends,
Frank had insisted that David not take it easy on him. This left him with plenty of bruises for his fighting, but
thankfully, there weren't many on his arms or face, so Ji-Lin didn't have to ask all the time about if he got
attacked by bullies or got mugged in the night or anything the chatty friend had to ask.

"Yeah...still haven't managed to hit you yet. Too bad you're not a superfur too or I might just use my powers on
you." David laughed,

"Don't rely on your powers for everything, Frank. Sometimes you might have to rely on your own personal strength
to get something done. Now come on, try and hit me again."

Frank sighed and slowly shifted into a good stance for fast learner, slowly approaching David as he threw a quick
left to start them of. The rabbit ducked under the left and threw a kick out at the cheetah, who blocked it as they
went at it hammer and tongs. The two fought hard across the lawn, the rabbit finding himself getting closer and
closer to being hit.

As the cheetah got closer, David realized suddenly that he hit the fence behind him and had nowhere to run! In
desperation, he tried to bull into the smaller cheetah, who yelped and went to duck down and effectively trip the
bunny, quickly trying to pounce on him before he could get up. As David came out of his roll, all nice and covered
in grass, he oofed as the cheetah landed on his back and planted him flat against the lawn, the cheetah panting but
smirking as he purred with satisfaction at flooring his master for the first time since they started fighting four
weeks ago.

David let out a laugh that told Frank he was pleased with his super-powered friend, "Well done, Frank! That was
pretty good...So, mind letting me up?" Frank laughed and got up, helping David up as the bunny dusted himself off,

"Geez, that's the last time we fight out here. Alright, let's get washed up and then we'll go get a bite to eat. My
treat for putting me down today." Frank smiled happily as he followed his friend in, not knowing of what was being
plotted on the side of evil, or on the side of good for that matter...

---

"You have a HELL of lot of explaining to do, mutt!" Patricia Arnoe yelled at a petite Bermese Mountain dog dressed
in a red unitard. The feline-raccoon hybrid better known to the world as Mystic Cat had cornered her prey in a
small room within the secret underground headquarters of the Bureau of Superheroes Affairs in Colmaton.

"But Director Howe said this case was closed weeks ago, ma'am," Crimson Cur timidly answered.

"I don't give a damn what that bullheaded donkey says, I KNOW you are working with Lone Wolf and that Jolt villain,
you all worked together to bring down Davross, and then you allowed Jolt to conveniently escape..."

"In case you forgot, MA'AM, that guy nearly fried me earlier!"

"By your own admission, that was an accident on YOUR part, shrimp!"

"Like I wrote in my report, Lone Wolf just happened to be there each time, in fact, I owe her my life and as for
Jolt, he hasn't been around in weeks. Is that my fault too?"

"EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT, YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A..." Patricia stopped speaking when she felt a hard tap on her
shoulder. When she turned around, she turned pale under her yellow fur.

"M...m...m....m....Mister Howe....sir....."

"I have warned you before about harassing Ji-Lin! And in case you've forgotten, this BULLHEADED old donkey's still
in charge here!"

"Yes...sir.... but I still think the kid's holding out on us!"

"That will be all, Miss Arnoe, you are dismissed."

"But I KNOW she's working with known criminals and unregistered superheroes and..."

"AND THAT WILL BE ALL, MISS ARNOE! You have one month left in your probationary period. Shall I increase it to
THREE more months?"

As Patricia grumbled and stomped off, Dunston turned towards Crimson Cur.

"Ji-Lin, you are under orders from me, if she EVER browbeats or harasses you in any way ever again, you are to
report it to me immediately! Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," the canine said as she lowered her head.

"Look Ji-Lin, I know you are a gentle soul with a kind heart. You'd rather just take her abuse than fight back, but
you have to be more assertive. You don't have to tolerate her ranting. Next time she treats you like this, come to
me, ok?"

"Since that's an order, I must obey, sir."

Smiling, the suit wearing donkey walked away as a light brown beaver with blonde hair dressed in a red bikini,
gloves and mask came over to the sad red suited canine.

"Has Mystic Bitch been bothering you again?" she asked.

"Is it that obvious, Phyllis?"

"Hey, I haven't been a crime fighter long, but I know that look in your eyes. It's a look of fear, stress and
intimidation. When I'm on the streets as Bantam Beaver, I see that look in the victims of street crime and domestic
violence."

"I know, but I'm used to it."

"Look Ji-Lin, I'm coming off duty now and since you are too, how about I take you out to lunch, my treat!"

"I wish I could, Phyllis, but I promised I'd meet my roommate over at the Dixie Diner and..."

"And I'd LOVE to meet any friend of yours! Tell you what, let me tag along and I'll buy her lunch too! What do you
say?"

"I say, let's go!" Crimson Cur said as she went into a super speedy spin, changing back into her casual blue top
with matching blue mini skirt. Bantam Beaver held her Bantam pole over her head, transforming in a bright light
back into the red halter top and black mini skirt she had previously wore in her secret identity as Phyllis LeClerk,
competitive lumberjack.

"There! Like that rock song says, 'A change will do you good!'" Phyllis said with a laugh as she placed her now
shortened Bantam into her purse. "I've never been to the Dixie Diner before; you'll have to show me the way."

"It's walking distance from here, follow me!"

---

Little did they know that David and Frank, fresh from their training with plenty of bruises on the cheetah, were
arriving at the very same diner, taking a seat as they relaxed. Frank looked up at the ceiling as he chuckled, "You
know...I've been thinking." He looked back at David, "Wouldn't it be something if we did all this training and I
never got to use it?" Thankfully, he couldn't say that and then people think that he was Jolt or something of that
nature.

"Well, look at the bright side. You'll have it when you need it. Not to mention I'm starting to think of getting
you into the club at school. There are a few people there who need a serious ass-kicking." Frank laughed,

"Why don't you do it then?" David grinned as he spoke,

"Because noone will touch me, unlike you. They'll think you're a pushover, and that's when you'll show them up."
Frank chuckled and shook his head,

"Eh, I'll have to give it some thought."

Frank had been thinking about a lot of things lately. He wondered if he'd ever use his powers again. Sure, it was
better when he didn't have to since that meant noone to his knowledge was getting ripped off, but he missed the
thrill of being the superthief that had sent con artists scurrying back to their holes.

He also missed the superheroes who had chased him and who had actually worked side by side with him on one occasion.
Little did he realize that one of those superheroes happened to be walking into the diner as he stared up into
space. She would probably make herself aware if she saw Frank and his newest bruises on his face.

"You'll love the food here!" Ji-Lin said as she held the door open for Alice and Phyllis.

"The diner has a Southern atmosphere to it," Alice added as Phyllis looked all around, seeing the various rustic
paintings on the wall and the 'down home' look of the interior. In her haste to get to the diner, Ji-Lin forgot to
tell Phyllis that the Dixie Diner is a restaurant that employs many operatives from the Colmaton Bureau of
Superheroes. In the kitchen wearing a dorky sailor's cap and matching sleeveless white shirt was a light brown
furred coyote named Bruno Troski, better known to the world as Stretch Coyote. As he sketched his left paw up to
grab a can of cloves, a very shapely Jack Russell terrier waitress in a very revealing costume walked under his
outstretch arm. Her name is Sally Smithers, better known as Delta Dog.

"Watch it, Bruno! Y'all nearly knocked me down with that last reach!"

"Sorry Sal, did not see you there. How was your mission to Missouri last night?"

"Some sidewindin' goomer tried to bomb the Gateway Arch. I used my Delta waves on'm and stunned him in his tracks.
Then when that moron could move again, he grabbed my rack! That's when I gave'm an instant hot foot up to his
ankle!"

"Owchi! Sounds painful!"

"It was well worth the chewin' out I got from Mystic Cat about it later on. How did you do in Toronto?"

"Dat was fun mission! I got to rescue group of school kiddies from the top floor of high tower! It was really
funski!"

"Are you sure you're not stretchin' the truth a bit there, sugyar?"

"Ha ha! Dat is good joke there, Sal!"

"I better get back out there. Need to deliver this blue plate special to table 5. That lion's been flirtin' with me."

"That is also big laugh! You are old enough to be his mama!"

"Shut up, ya damned Russie!"

"Why won't you say something like I heard waitress say on American television last night, KISS MY GRITS!"

"Y'all best keep YOUR paws off MY grits, fella!" Sally said as she walked out into the dining room. She first gave
the smiling lion at table five his food, getting a playful pat on her rear as she walked away. After letting out a
low growl, Sally walked over to the table where Frank and David sat.

"Welcome to the Dixie Diner, fellers! I'm Sally and I'll be y'alls littl' ol' waitress today. Our specials today
are the ham, bean and cornbread platter and the catfish and ocra platter. The twin burger and fries is our
specialty, so what will you handsome gentlefurs have..?"

David turned to eye the waitress with a smile, having spoken to her twice before when coming here, "Hey, Sally.
You're looking nice today. I'll get the Twin Burgers and fries like I normally do. What about you, Frank?"

"What?" Frank snapped back into reality and then turned to see the waitress and chuckled, "Heh, lo siento. Umm...
I guess I'll have what he's having." David looked at his friend and rolled his eyes.

"Daydreaming again, Frank? No wonder you're never the highest in your classes." Frank smirked,

"Can you honestly say you can sit through the lectures without wanting to stuff your ears shut, amigo?" David
laughed,

"Okay, okay. You got me there.."

"What will y'all have to drink? How about our new triple chocolate milkshake? It'll put fur on your chest!"

Frank answered for the both of them, "That works for the both of us, gr-...er, thanks." He chuckled and rubbed the
back of his head, "Mom's side of the family is Spanish, so it will come out every now and again.

"Comin' right up, Davy! You and your friend's gonna love it!" Sally said as she walked past the lion again. She
yipped when the grinning lion firmly grabbed her behind.

"I want you, sweet thing," he whispered as Sally grew so angry, her heat power activated, scorching the lion's paw.

"YYYEEEEOOOWWWWW!" he screamed, quickly pouring ice water on it.

"Guess I'm too hot to handle, sweetie," Sally whispered with a grin that quickly turned to a frown. "If ya ever
grab my ass again, I'll burn that paw of yours off. Your new nickname's gonna be Lefty."

Hearing this, the stunned lion tossed a fifty dollar bill on the table and ran outside.

"I get more good tips that way," Sally whispered as she stuffed the fifty into her bra and walked towards the table
the three ladies were sitting at.

"Welcome to the Dixie Diner, we have... Phyllis?"

"Sally? Sally Smithers?" the blonde beaver asked in total shock.

"You two know each other?" Alice asked.

"Yeah," Sally and Phyllis said together.

"I'll have the meatloaf platter and a Dr. Pepper," Ji-Lin said with a smile.

"Me too, Sally," Alice added with a nod.

"Maybe we can get together later," Phyllis said as she pointed at the menu, "baked catfish and orca for me, with a
bottle of water."

"Sounds good to me," Sally said as she wrote the orders down, "y'all sit tight, I'll be right back."

"Ji-Lin, that's Delta Dog," Phyllis whispered in the canine's ear.

"I'll explain later," she whispered back as Sally went back into the kitchen.

"Hey Bruno, Ji-Lin Hue and Phyllis LeClerk are here, any messages for them from HQ?"

"Da! They do have message. Need a few minutes for a Plan C delivery!"

"Gotcha!" Sally nodded as she quickly prepared two milkshakes and brought them out to Frank and David.

"There ya are! Have your food out here in a jiffy!" the canine said as she walked back towards the kitchen.

"Hey Ji-Lin," Alice said as she sat at a table with her and Phyllis, "isn't that Frank and David over there?"

"It sure is!" Ji-Lin said with a look of happiness and worry in her eyes.

"Friends of yours?" Phyllis asked.

"Yeah, they're classmates of ours," Alice said with a nod, "after we place our orders, let's all go over and say
hi to them."

David smiled happily as he thanked her, "Thanks Sally." He then turned to Frank, who was looking after the
retreating waitress. "Frank, what's up?" Frank blinked and turned to David, shaking his head,

"Nada...I was just thinking about that creepy lion guy who just ran out. He got burned...but how?" Frank didn't
think long about this as his eyes roved over the restaurant before seeing Ji-Lin as a smile brightened on his face
as he waved and called to her, "Hey, Ji-Lin! Alice!" He waved to them as David chuckled,

"Glad to see you can focus on something as long as she's around." Frank ignored the jibe, though it was easier to
focus on Ji-Lin when she was around. She was just so much fun to talk to, as she always had something to say.

"Hi Frank! Hi David!" Ji-Lin waved as she dashed over to their table, "wow I didn't know you guys ate here because
I've never seen you here before and Alice and I eat here all the time well not all the time because sometimes we
eat at the cafeteria and we see you there too and..."

"Hi guys," Alice interrupted as she brought Phyllis over, "meet our friend Phyllis LeClerk, you might have seen her
on TV or in the newspapers recently."

"Pleasure to meet you both!" the light brown beaver said as she extended her paw.

Frank smiled and scooted over so that Ji-Lin could sit down as David nodded to Alice and Phyllis,

"Hey there. It's nice to meet you Phyllis. I have seen you on TV once or twice. Can't say the same for my roommate.
He doesn't really watch TV. Anyway, I'm David. This is my friend Frank there." Frank looked up from listening to
Ji-Lin,

"Nice to meet you."

"Thanks!" Phyllis said as she shook their paws. "Being a pro lumberjack is not exactly the most glamorous line of
work, but it does pay the bills. My, those look like some nasty bruises you have..."

"Yeah, have you two been fighting again?" Ji-Lin asked, with a worried look on her face.

David was starting to feel bad when Frank just laughed it off. That was so...well, Frank-ish, to put something off
like that, especially when Dave was involved.

"It's not that bad. Awhile back, I asked Dave to teach me some martial arts. He's the top student in the martial
arts club at Union, so I decided that it couldn't hurt that badly. To be honest, it kind of doesn't, just for a
brief moment. After that it's a dull ache for the most part. Nothing a milkshake can't fix." He chuckled and took a
sip of his milkshake as if to prove his point.

"Oh, alright then," Ji-Lin said nervously, sad that she asked the question.

"Guys, take it from me, teaching yourselves martial arts can be very dangerous," Phyllis said, "if you're going to
practice this, be very careful."

"So that is what you earthlings call a milk shake," Shodata said in Alice's mind. "How long does one have to shake
the cow before this beverage is created?"

Alice burst out laughing, suddenly aware that it was out loud and in front of the entire group.

"Oh, sorry about that. I had a funny thought; I wasn't laughing at you two." Alice said, hoping no one could see
her blushing under her black and brown fur.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I have these two burger platters for the hungry fellers," Sally said as she stood behind
Alice, Ji-Lin and Phyllis.

"Oh my, sorry about that," Ji-Lin said as she moved out of the way, "enjoy your lunch, we'll talk later."

"Nice meeting you, Frank and David," Phyllis said with a smile.

"See you around campus!" Alice added as the three ladies returned to their seats.

"Here ya are, boys, enjoy!" Sally said after placing their food before them. As she walked back towards the kitchen,
she stopped at the ladies' table.

"Special treat for you three gals!" Sally said as she reached into her pocket, "fortune cookies for each of ya,
compliments of the house!"

Sally hands each of them a fortune cookie and walked back into the kitchen.

"That's odd, fortune cookies in a home cookin' restaurant?" Phyllis asked.

"Yeah, this is strange." Alice said as she opened hers and read it out loud, "good things come to those who wait!"

"Let's see what I got!" Ji-Lin said as she opened hers, "apples are good, but you can't make a banana split with
one?"

Ji-Lin and Phyllis looked stunned. Both of them recognized the phrase as secret Bureau code for "pick up important
message."

"That's an odd fortune," Alice giggled, "how about yours, Phyllis?"

"Ok, here goes," the nervous beaver said as she opened hers up, "3, 2, 1, counting backward is fun?"

"That makes no sense at all," Alice laughed, "no wonder this place wanted to get rid of those fortune cookies!"

"I have to go to the little girl's room," Ji-Lin said as she stood up.

"Me too, Phyllis said as she stood with her canine friend, "please excuse us."

"Ok, I'll be here," Alice said as she watched the two ladies walk towards the back of the restaurant. Opening the
door to the Women's restroom, they see another smaller door beside the entrance, a door with the numbers 123 on it.
Looking all around to make sure no one else was in the area, Ji-Lin quickly typed in the numbers 321 in the
combination doorlock, opening the door as they both went inside.

"IDENTITY CONFIRMED" a computerized voice uttered as the door closed behind them and Dunston Howe appeared on the
viewscreen in front of them.

"Sorry to disturb your lunch, ladies, but we have an alert that Clown King's escaped from maximum security and is
heading towards Colmaton. I thought you in particular needed notice, Ji-Lin, because while in prison, he vowed to
get even with Crimson Cur for ruining his wedding!"

"Ruining his wedding?" Phyllis asked.

"Long story," Ji-Lin said nervously.

"I'm trying to alert all our agents in the field, Clown King is extremely dangerous and so insane he's capable of
anything. That is all."

"Ji-Lin, why didn't you tell me this diner was a Bureau front?"

"I thought you knew already, sorry about that."

"Well, that explains why Delta Dog's here. We better get back out there."

Quietly, the two ladies leave the hidden room and return to the dining room area. As Alice sat at her table, she
looked briefly inside the swinging kitchen doors.

"I must be seeing things," the Doberman mix thought to herself, "did that coyote cook just stretch his arm across
the kitchen for a knife?"

"Perhaps he has an alien living inside him also," Shodata said in her mind.

"No, not likely," Alice muttered.

"What's not likely?" Phyllis asked as she sat down.

"Oh, nothing."

"Good! Our drinks came!" Ji-Lin said as she sipped on her Dr. Pepper.

Frank and David had both spoke as the girls had left their table, "Nice meeting you too!" David then turned to
Frank,

"She is right though. Maybe we should take a break. It has been four weeks since we began this." Frank nodded,

"Yeah, you're right. I guess I'll have to find some other way to occupy my time." Video games did sound like
something fun they could do, and besides, it wasn't like Jolt was going to come back any time soon.

---

After returning from the diner, Frank had decided to take a set of keys and some change for the bus and go out for
awhile, "I'll be back in awhile." David smiled a little, as he knew what this meant and responded by saying,

"Just be careful, Frank." Frank had chuckled and nodded, walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

After a fifteen-minute bus ride, the cheetah found himself standing in a shadier part of town, the kind of place
where villains he thwarted would find a safe haven from him. Old, ran-sacked buildings were on either side of Frank
as he started walking down the sidewalk, his eyes shifting back and forth as he looked around for the building
numbers.

Building 1143 came across his vision after awhile of walking, which looked like a very old warehouse that needed to
be torn down, the door at the side of the building being the only thing that wasn't about to fall from age, and
even that was a warped, strange teal color from age. Frank wasn't fooled though, and he walked into the alley where
the door was, pulling the keys out of his pocket as he prepared himself.

Slowly sliding the key into the lock, he listened on the other side for any noises. As expected, he didn't hear
anything, so he slowly unlocked the door before opening it and sliding inside, closing and locking the door behind
him as he looked around.

If one could view the warehouse from its ceiling, they'd see that the crates had been moved and arranged so that
they formed a maze to several places, four places in each corner, then one at the far wall in the middle of it.
There was a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, computer room, and even a room full of firearms, but Frank tried to stay
away from that room.

With this in mind, Frank slowly began to walk through the maze as he listened very carefully, his body tense. The
man he was going to see was a good man in his opinion, but his previous line of work made him a little...edgy. This
was proven moments later when Frank began to turn a corner, only to yelp as he ducked back the way he came, barely
avoiding getting his head blown off by a shotgun-wielding weasel, who looked like he was in his early fifties. He
wore worn green pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, and a blue and red robe that didn't even match with the rest of his wear,
and the classic pair of slippers over his footpaws.

"AGH! DOUG, IT'S ME!!!" Frank screamed at the top of his lungs from his hiding place. Douglass Smails slowly
stopped, blinking before dropping the gun and groaning and apologizing with a full New York accent,

"Shit, Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't tag you did I?" Frank poked his head out from under the corner, adjusting his
glasses from their crooked position on the bridge of his nose,

"You came pretty close, you jerk." Doug cuffed Frank playfully over the head as he smirked,

"No harm done though." Frank shook his head and looked at the aging weasel. Douglass Smails used to be an NSA spook
from New York, but left after picking up some paranoia from the crazy things his government put him through. When
he couldn't decide whether his country was the good guys or the bad guys, he ran to Colmaton, and it's there he has
been since.

Doug offered for the cheetah to follow him through the maze as he spoke, "Come on, I'll get you something to drink
while we talk. You're gonna flip when you hear about this."

A few moments later, they were sitting in the comfort of the computer room, which was full of many different
computers that Doug found in dumpsters and refurbished to the point of FBI quality. Sitting in the comfy computer
chair, Doug leaned back and looked at Frank as Frank drank a bit from a can of Coca-Cola.

"Clown King escaped jail a couple of days ago. Word on the street's that he's settin' up some revenge for all the
super heroes that ever done 'im wrong. I can't say f' sure what the psychotic asshole's plannin', but I can say
that it's gonna be big. When that guy does somethin', he lets everyone know about it. All I can say is if you see
a gorilla in a tux, steer clear. He'll probably assign six of those freaks out there at one time, maybe more. He's
usually not far behind them either."

Frank mulled over this information quietly. He had never really heard much of Clown King aside from the opera
incident that happened awhile back, but he did know him to be as dangerous a villain as they come. He looked back
up to Doug,

"Gracias, amigo...I'm gonna have to keep on my toes while he's around. Is there anything else you can tell me?"
Doug frowned a little before speaking,

"There's this new guy on the scene named Mister Fink. I don't know much right now, but he seems sorta fishy.
Apparently, the guy's been raising fundraisers for cancer around the whole town, making it look nice and official.
Thing is, this money ain't goin' to the Red Cross. It's going to his bank account..." This didn't please Frank,
who looked full and ready to kill this man

"That bastard..." He put the can inside the recycle bin and looked to Doug, "Well, that settles it. I'm going to
find this guy and make sure he pays back every penny of what he stole." As Frank got up to leave, Doug stopped him.

"Frank, listen t' me for a second." Frank stopped in his tracks and turned to the weasel, who was looking at him
gravely, "I don't think you should go after this guy yet." Frank's eyes grew wide,

"He's getting away with stealing people's hard-earned money and you don't want me to catch him? Are you loco?" Doug
gave him a wry smile,

"That's a dumb question to ask me, Frank. You know I'm crazy." His smile faded though as he grew serious,

"But this just seems too convenient for me. This guy shows up, obviously stealing lots of money that doesn't belong
to him, just as Clown King escapes from prison a couple of days before. I'm tellin' ya, someone's set you up."
Frank looked at him, seeing the connection himself as he leaned against the huge crate that made a wall for the
room. After awhile, he spoke,

"I know it's fishy...but I have to go. It's almost like a western. They're calling me out, so I have to show them
who they're messing with." Doug looked at him with a smile, offering him another coke,

"I like your style, kid, but just be careful, alright? These guys aren't going to just capture you. If they think
you're too much of a threat, they'll kill you the first chance they get, so don't go fu-"

"Don't mess around with these guys, right. I gotcha," Frank spoke as he started from the room and out towards the
exit off the maze. Doug chuckled a little and leaned back in his seat, his still-vibrant brown eyes looking at the
retreating cheetah,

"Hmm...That kid's goin' places. I just hope it's not to his death..."

---


Night fell on the city of Colmaton as Mystic Cat sighed and flew over the city, grumbling about how she didn't want
to be out here and that she'd rather be playing cards at home or something, "Grr...I don't want to be out here
tonight. I'd rather be playing cards at home or something. Why does this have to be MY night for patrol?" This
could probably go on all night, but as it turned out, there were more important things going on.

These important things included several gorillas in tuxedos, two holding bags of 'money' to bait the superhero, and
one holding a gun that would shoot a sticky net at her once she took the said bait.

As Mystic Cat looked down over the city, she saw the two fursons with the bags and grinned, "Hmm, maybe I should
take a look..." She flew down in front of them as she held out her wand in front of the two frightened creatures,
"Hold it right there, bozos! Where do you think you're going with those bags? Whatever's in them doesn't belong to
you, so open them up and let's see what's inside." The gorillas grinned and then emptied the bags in front of her.
Inside were a bunch of bright red noses that clowns put on their muzzles to make them look funny. That's when
Mystic Cat realized she was set up.

Unfortunately, by then, it was too late as she yelped and got trapped to the ground by the sticky net that clung to
her and the ground like a web, anchoring her to the ground as she struggled hard, "You bastards! Let me out of this
net or eeelllse..." She didn't get much of a chance to say anything, because she was injected with drugs that put
her to sleep by the same gorilla that trapped her there...

At that particular moment, Jolt was hiding behind a corner where he saw the predictable fall of Mystic Cat. He
would have gone in to save her by then, but he also knew that he'd lose his chance of finding out where the villains
were hiding. With this in mind, the gold and orange-dressed cheetah went to track the gorillas, knowing this was
risky, but he also knew he had no choice...

---

"Wake up, Houdini!" a face painted gorilla shouted as he dumped a bucket of cold water on the sleeping Mystic Cat.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL!!!" she shouted as she was startled awake.

"The boss wants a word with you," the gorilla said with a grin as he pointed to the front of the room where a
spotlight shined on the wall as the gorilla reached for a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlefiends! Put your paws together for the Crown Prince of crime, the Master of Mayhem, the greatest
criminal genius of all time! The One, The Only, CLOWN KING!!!"

The face painted caribou leaped into the spotlight and began to dance as applause ran out from every gorilla
henchfur in the room.

"Hello ladies and germs, I just flew into Colmaton and boy are my arms tired!"

More applause from the group of henchfurs.

"Looks like I have a captive audience tonight," Clown King laughed as he jumped down to the place where Mystic Cat
laid, her wrists tied behind her back and her feet shackled together with an iron shackle.

"Hey there, kitty, why are you all wet? Trying to catch some of that Chicken of the Sea?"

"Shut up you insane bastard or I'll...."

"Or you'll WHAT, kitty cat? You're not exactly in a position to argue with me. In fact, you're not even in a
position to stand up to me at the moment!"

"You won't get away with this! My friends will come and get me!"

"That's exactly what I'm counting on," the face painted caribou laughed as he grabbed Mystic Cat's tail and gave
it a hard yank, causing her to scream out and the gathered crowd to burst into laughter.

"STOP IT YOU ASSHOLE!"

"I'm going to ignore that remark for now. Let me ask you this, Misfit Cat, how do you think that I am always able
to retain a loyal army of gorilla followers?"

"Because they're as deranged as YOU are!"

"Well, yes and no. Yes, they are deranged like me, but it is because of my special hypnotic techniques. I learned
them well from Fabia, the Fortune Teller back in my days with the circus. The trouble is, until now, I've only
been able to hypnotize gorillas with it. I have experimented with other species in the past, with limited success.
But tonight, my dear, I'm going to try it out on YOU!"

"That's a laugh, you hooved bastard!" Mystic Cat chuckled, "my mind is strong enough to resist all forms of mind
control!"

"So I have been told," Clown King said as he motioned for one of his gorilla henchfurs to come out. This gorilla
was wearing a big blue bathrobe. "But I do know you're weakness, sweetie."

"I HAVE NO WEAKNESSES!"

"We shall see. Alright Magilla, show her what you got!"

Instantly, the huge gorilla dropped his robe. Mystic Cat's eyes grew wide as she saw the well chiseled chest of the
gorilla who wore only a speedo suit. Her mouth began to drool as Magilla struck pose after pose like a bodybuilder.

"Looks like the bitch kitty's getting her eyes full," Clown King laughed as the feline hybrid gazed upon the nearly
naked male gorilla with desire building in her heart. "Ok, she's weak enough. Now pretty kitty, watch the swinging
pendant, follow it carefully..."

Within minutes, Mystic Cat was completed under Clown King's power.

"Excellent! Boys, untie her, there's no further need of restraints, she's one of us now. So Misfit Cat, you came
after me, fell into the trap I had set for Jolt. Now you will help me capture him, got it?"

"Yes, master," Mystic Cat coldly spoke as she stood before the caribou.

"That's what I like to hear, while I'm setting up our next trap, you and me are going to have a little talk...

Meanwhile, Jolt was just arriving at the hideout, looking at the place from the rooftops. An abandoned warehouse,
guarded by rooftop gorillas watching for the sneaky thief. "Hmm...very cliche'," Jolt spoke quietly to himself.
With a super hero in the enemy's clutches, he was not going to fool around. He watched the guards, waiting for
their back to be turned...

Then he jumped from the roof, going to land on the roof and turn into a current to run through the roof, shifting
down into the warehouse. He found himself landing on a metal catwalk looking over the whole place. He saw many
guards, weapons lying around, as well as a few TVs where some guards were watching comedies which...weren't
honestly that good.

Planting himself against the wall, Jolt tried to stay to the shadows and sneak around, barely managing to stay
hidden as a guard passed right by him. He looked around for a quick moment before grabbing him and planting a paw
around his muzzle as he growled low into his ear,

"You move, I shock you so much you'll become a lightning rod, understand?" The guard was obviously shocked, so he
nodded and Jolt smiled, glad he could pull off being a bad-to-the-bone criminal if he wanted. "Good monkey. Now,
you wouldn't happen to know where a certain Mystic Cat is, would you?" Th guard nodded again as Jolt smiled, "Good.
Start walking..." Jolt shifted into the metal of the guard's assault rifle.

The guard moved forward, slowly leading Jolt down a long, narrow hallway. Opening a door at the end of it, he led
Jolt inside. Seated on a wooden chair, all tied up, was Mystic Cat.

"This is too easy," Jolt said to himself, "..Something must be wrong."

"It sure is, sparky!" Mystic Cat shouted, instantly melting off her ropes as she stood up and turned to face him.
"Time for a rain dance!"

Instantly, the feline hybrid waved her wand and caused a downpour of water to fall upon the stunned yellow costumed
superhero.

"My master Clown King knew you were coming, and set up this trap for you!" Mystic Cat said proudly..

Meanwhile, Crimson Cur and Bantam Beaver snuck over to the roof of the warehouse, avoiding all the guards as they
went.

"So you say your snitch on the street told you that this was Clown King's lair?" Bantam Beaver whispered.

"Yes, my source has always been right, so far," Crimson Cur whispered back.

"Ok then, we needs a way to get inside, and I think I have a way to do it. Just stay hidden till I call for you,"

Standing up and emerging from the shadows, Bantam Beaver slowly walked towards three gorilla guards, who were
getting their eyes full of the shapely light brown beaver in her red bikini costume.

"Would one of you lend me a paw? I think the strap broke on my bikini top," she said seductively. Excited, the
three guards rushed over to her only to be knocked out quickly and quietly by the masked beaver.

"Got the keys, let's go inside," Bantam whispered as she motioned for Crimson Cur to come forward. Soon they were
inside and just as the door was closing, a robin flew in and began flying near the rafters of the roof.

"Query Alice, why are we in the form of a feathered earth animal?" Shodata said within Lone Wolf's mind.

"Because Ji-Lin wants us to scout around without Bantam Beaver knowing it," Lone Wolf thought as she continued
flapping her wings and looking all around. "Shodata, can you sense anything out of the ordinary?"

"I can sense Jolt's energy signature, but it is weakening."

"Where? Maybe he's found Clown King!"

"Due south from here, in a small room on one end of a corridor," Shodata said within Lone Wolf's mind as the robin
swooped down, passing through several walls until it came upon the room where Mystic Cat had Jolt trapped.

Jolt, meanwhile, was tied up to the chair where Mystic Cat had caught him rather easily, his powers completely
useless while he was wet. He looked around the room, ignoring the super heroine for the moment as he thought of a
way out of this mess. "This doesn't make any sense...Mystic Cat here with Clown King?...What did they do to her?"

"Hey, what are you doing working for the mal unos, huh?" Mystic Cat kicked the chair over, making the cheetah fall
over and hit the ground with a thud, yelping as she grinned,

"I only live to serve my master, so watch your mouth!" Jolt groaned but smirked a little,

"Urgh...your master happens to be an overgrown carpet."

A guard brought him out of his argument and probably saved him some more kicking at his bruised head as he picked
the chair and cheetah rather easily, "Time to see the boss, ya little punk." Jolt acked as he got picked up,
squirming and trying to get out of the ties, but to no avail.

Watching from a rafter, the robin who is the morphed Lone Wolf observed the proceeding.

"Jolt's in major trouble, and it looks like Mystic Cat has turned to evil," Lone Wolf thought in her mind.

"The cheetah's soaked in water, the one weakness to his electrical powers," Shodata said within Lone Wolf's mind,
"I sense that the feline has been given artificial chemical agents into her bloodstream causing her to be
vulnerable to outside instruction."

"In other words, she's been drugged and hypnotized."

"I believe I have just stated this fact, Alice."

"Ok ok, can you telepathically contact Ji-Lin? Tell her about all of this."

"I shall, Alice, but Jolt is now on the move. Those earthlings are carrying him to another room."

"We'll follow them, but keep our distance for me," Lone Wolf thought in her might as the robin walked along the
rafters quietly, passing through walls as it kept pace with Jolt as he is carried to a room with the look of a
small theater. On the stage, in the spotlight, is Clown King dressed as a Shakespearian actor.

"To be, or not to be, that is what the bingo player asks!" the caribou said as he watched his gorilla henchfurs put
him down. "Ah, so it's you! At last, I've caught you! This will make my employer happy, and my wallet BIGGER!"

Jolt tried not to let Clown King know just how much he hated just being in the same room with the guy, let alone
knowing that he was trapped too. He smirked at the guy as he spoke, "So, the master criminal has to be told what to
do? I thought you'd be smart enough to realize I'm trouble for you on your own, but I guess I'm wrong."

"If you're good at something, we believe that you should never do it for free," Jolt turned to the side as a ferret
walked into view, a sly, business-type of ferret with a fancy suit and the whole accountant look to him. This man
was dangerous though, Jolt could tell. Everyone here was dangerous or else they wouldn't have risked trying to
catch him in the first place.

"And just who are you, hombre. Are you the one pulling the strings or do you answer to someone too?" The ferret did
a gentle hmm to indicate a little bit of amusement,

"As if I'd tell you anything, Jolt. And, if I were you, I'd be more worried about what was going to happen to you.."
Jolt suppressed a gulp, wishing now he had listened a little closer to Doug.

"And so, here's the electric cheetah! Signed, sealed and delivered!" Clown King laughed as he danced around his
chair. "So if you'll hand over my fee, I will flee! But I get to keep the super bonus prize! Come over here and
give me some sugar, kitty cat!"

Under the spell of the caribou's drugs, Mystic Cat calmly walked over and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

"And who says crime doesn't pay?" Clown King laughed, "And now, MY MONEY, ferret!"..

In the opposite wing of the warehouse, Crimson Cur heard the telepathic message from Shodata describing the
situation.

"Clown King's here!" she said to Bantam Beaver, "and he's brainwashed Mystic Cat and captured Jolt!"

"Wait, how do you know all this?"

"No time to explain, follow me!" Crimson Cur said as she zipped away.

"Slow down kid! Not all of us have super speed y'know!" Bantam Beaver shouted as she followed behind her.

Jolt, meanwhile, watched as the ferret seemed rather amused by the Clown King, "That's it then?...Well, a deal is a
deal." He then snapped his fingers as the ferret waved someone forward, who came out with a rather large suitcase
of money. He dumped it in front of Clown king and opened it. Jolt would swear that there was enough money in that
case to account for all the money he had managed to get out of the cons he had captured. He began to feel despaired...

"Our friends are coming," Lone Wolf thought to herself, "Shodata, it's time to act!"

The robin on the rafter morphed into a dark black gooey liquid that fell on top of the stunned Jolt, covering him
from head to toe.

"Relax Jolt, I'm here to help you," the gooey mass said.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Clown King said with a laugh, "is this some sort of kiddie game show?"

As the ferret and Clown King's gorillas watched in amazement, the gooey mass rolled off of Jolt and formed back
into Lone Wolf.

"How do you like THIS trick, Clown King?" Lone Wolf shouted, "Now Jolt's bone dry and free to fry you all like
toast!"

"Er, I just remembered I left my blimp double parked!" Clown King shouted as he scooped up an armful of cash and
made a run for it, just to see Crimson Cur and Bantam Beaver standing at the door.

"Going somewhere, clown boy?" Bantam Beaver said with a determined grin.

"Don't just stand there, Mystic Cat, take care of my light work!" the caribou shouted as Mystic Cat reached to
grab Jolt.

What she grabbed instead felt more like a high-voltage power line than a feline, as her suddenly yelping indicated
before she was covered in electricity and passed out on the floor, smelling slightly of burning fur. She was fine
otherwise, though; Jolt had made sure of it. He jumped up as he smiled at the others,

"Who would've thought that you girls would be the ones to get ME out of a jam." He then turned to the villains, who
were looking for exits now but were finding none. Fink looked rather frightened with four superfurs ready to take
his hide into custody.

Mystic Cat's a flop no matter what side she fights on," Clown King laughed, "don't just stand there smelling like a
bunch of apes, GET THEM!"

"That's what I was waiting for, you walking hat rack!" Bantam Beaver shouted as she began beating up on the
oncoming gorilla henchfurs. Crimson Cur quickly disarmed all of them in a matter of seconds, piling up all the guns,
chains and weapons in the middle of the floor as Lone Wolf morphed into a giant and stomped the weapons pile into a
flat piece of sheet metal.

"We left some bad guys for you, Jolt," Crimson Cur said with a grin as she watched Clown King and the ferret trying
to escape through an underground tunnel.

Jolt nods as he takes off down the tunnel, the two villains making a run for it, but they weren't about to outrun
an electric cheetah! The superthief intercepted the two villains, who stopped dead in their tracks as he grinned
at them, paws alight and crackling with electricity, "Going so soon, amigos? The party's just begun!"

However, as the cheetah shot his paws forward, he found he was caught first...by a pie? Yes, Clown King threw a pie
at his face. While Jolt would've liked to have time to think about how embarrassing, yet tasteful, that was, he was
a little too busy when they pounced on him, the superthief squirming under the two villains, "H-hey! Get off!" It
was no use though. Without his sight, Clown King and the ferret caught him, each holding on to two of his four limbs.
He cursed his luck, squirming and being firmly held. Things were starting to look bad for the thief.

"UNHAND HIM!" Crimson Cur shouted as she zipped over to the ferret and caribou, slapping them repeatedly in their
faces until they released their grip on the cheetah. A large paw rushed in, grabbed the stunned cheetah and pulled
him away before morphing back into the more familiar form of Lone Wolf.

"It's ok, Jolt," Lone Wolf said with a smile, "we'll take it from here."

"I hope you left me some bad guys!" Bantam Beaver shouted as she rushed in, swinging her bantam in the air as she
attacked the still stunned bad guys. Minutes later, both the ferret and Clown King were on the floor, moaning and
whining in pain.

"And I got beat up... by a beaver... "Clown King groaned as he lay there, bleeding from his mouth."You are a worthy
foe, dear lady; let me shake your paw."

"Uh, I think I'll let Jolt do that," the masked beaver said, seeing that he wiped all the pie from his face.

"Come closer," Clown King whispered as he held a hidden high voltage buzzer hidden in his paw.

Jolt looked at the masked beaver and nodded, "Might as well..." He grins, his own paw clasping the other one as it
just sent all the electricity back into the Clown King, shocking the living daylights out of him, "Thanks for some
good pie." He let his paw drop before blinking as he hears a click, turning just in time to see the ferret, whose
name was still unbeknown to them, aim his pistol he had tucked away at Crimson Cur and pull the trigger...

What he hit instead was the cheetah, who got a bullet lodged into his stomach yowling with the burning feeling as
he fell to the ground with a thud, gripping his shoulder and clenching his teeth in pain. Before the ferret pulled
the trigger, the cheetah had lunged and ran in the bullet's path, keeping the Burmese Mountain Dog out of harm's
way.

"JOLT!" Crimson Cur shouted as she zipped over to him. Furious, Bantam Beaver quickly dropped the ferret with
another lightning fast punch.

"Damn it, I should've knocked him out the first time," the sad beaver said as Lone Wolf rushed over to Jolt and
Crimson Cur, who was crying.

"He saved my life, oh why did he have to do it?" the petite canine sobbed. "It can't end like this, Jolt doesn't
deserve it."

"Do not fret," Shodata said outloud from within Lone Wolf's body. "I will repair the cheetah."

Lone Wolf placed both of her paws on Jolt's body, causing it to glow brightly for a moment. When the light dimmed,
the bullet that had been lodged in the cheetah's body was lying on the floor beside him.

"There, his chest area has been repaired," Shodata announced as Lone Wolf stooped over them.

"Jolt! Jolt! Say something, please!" Crimson Cur pleaded.

A few moments later, Jolt managed to respond, "...Something." While he was healed nicely, his body still felt achy,
and he was feeling pretty out of it. That didn't mean he regretted saving Crimson Cur's life, though.

In all honesty, he found he liked the super heroine, though she knew his identity. Even so, he felt that, for some
reason, she was holding it back, not giving up who he was, not that he knew that she knew where he was most of the
time.

"JOLT!" Crimson Cur shouted, hugging the cheetah's neck as she cried, "Why did you do that? You could've been
killed!"

"Wait a minute," Bantam Beaver said with a confused look on her face. "You KNOW Jolt? He's a wanted criminal!"

"That's right!" Mystic Cat hissed as she floated over to the group, "not only is he a criminal, so is the dog in
the blue leotard! Both of you are under arrest!"

"YOU WON'T TAKE THEM!" Crimson Cur growled, zipping in front of the feline hybrid.

"So it's true! You are friends with criminals and vigilantes!" Mystic Cat laughed. "Wait until I tell the big
donkey about THIS!"

"Can't you see anything, you moron?" Lone Wolf asked, "All four of us came here to save your sorry ass!"

"Me? Save me? I didn't need saving!" Mystic Cat yelled.

"Yes you did," Bantam Beaver said as she turned towards her. "Clown King had captured you and has been controlling
your mind. He was going to make you into his sex slave until we came to free you."

"Wait, I do remember being captured and then.... yes, he did give me a shot but... but that's all I can recall."

"Because the drugs altered your mind and blocked your memories of the things you did since you got captured and you
still have those drugs in your system so..."

"Button it, shorty. You're in enough trouble already!" Mystic Cat snorted as she reached for the metal cuffs in her
pocket to put on Jolt, "I'm going to get a commendation for this bust!"

Instantly Lone Wolf morphed her voice to sound like Clown King.

"Mystic Cat, I order you to stand up straight and completely still!" she shouted and watched as Mystic Cat stood up
and at attention.

"Hey, that's great, guys," Bantam Beaver laughed, "but Crimson Cur, you need to explain all this to me."

"Ok. Jolt is a wanted criminal, but he only steals from other criminals. You know his record, isn't it true?"

"Well, that is true, but he's still a wanted felon." Bantam Beaver said sadly, "and you, Lone Wolf, why won't you
just become a register hero like me?"

"I can't," the Doberman-wolfess said sadly, "my body was fused with an alien over a year ago. That alien is the one
who gives me all my powers. If I registered and they discovered this fact, the Army would haul me away to some
secret Roswell style lab and study me for the rest of my life!"

"I guess you do have a point," Bantam Beaver said as she turned towards Crimson Cur. "Let me ask you one more
question. Do you know and trust Jolt?"

"Yes I do, I really do. Please don't bust him," Crimson Cur said, looking up at the beaver with her classic 'puppy
dog eyes' look.

"Oh... I can't resist a face like that," Bantam Beaver smiled, "ok, Jolt. Any friend of Crimson Cur's is a friend
of mine. Get out of here fast, I'll say I couldn't catch you."

"And I'll alter Mystic Cat's memory so she doesn't remember anything she shouldn't about what happened today." Lone
Wolf said as she placed her paw on the feline hybrid's forehead.

"Ok, I need to finish tying up all these bad guys, so Crimson Cur, you stay here with Jolt," the masked beaver said
with a wink as she walked away, leaving the petite canine and the masked cheetah alone together.

"I'm so glad you're alright, Jolt," Crimson Cur said as she sat next to him, "that was very brave, and very foolish
too. You could've died and... I.... I...... "

Tears ran down the face of Crimson Cur, so overcome with emotion that she couldn't speak.

Jolt was amazed to find that the three remaining superfurs weren't going to put him away, even though they had
every right to. He was overcome with amazement and happiness and couldn't do much but put an arm around her,
wincing as he did. He smiled a little and spoke softly,

"I'm alright...you don't have to cry." He wiped her tears away with his gloved paw gently and smiled over at the
Burmese Mountain Dog, "I couldn't just let him shoot you like that. We need more super heroines like you around..."
He turned to the others and smiled at them,

"Mucho gracias for letting me go...I know you have every right to put me behind bars" He groaned and slowly got up,
turning to the ferret as he spoke seriously, "You should sweat that one down...I believe he was the one helping
Clown King do all of this...Clown King seemed to dislike him but he wasn't about to cross him either." He then
turned back to Crimson Cur, offering a paw to help her up, smiling again.

Crimson Cur accepted the paw and allowed Jolt to help her stand up.

"I care about you," the petite canine said softly as she kissed the masked cheetah on the cheek, "I think you need
to leave now, before the police arrive."

"Now, what to do with Mystic Cat?" Lone Wolf asked with a laugh, "Hey, why not? I can't pass up a chance like this!
(Using Clown King's voice) Mystic Cat, I want you to act like a chorus girl!"

"Yes master," the feline hybrid said as she began to sing 'Michigan Rag' while going through all the dance movements.

"Lone Wolf, I like your style!" Bantam Beaver said with a laugh as she continued tying up the knocked out bad guys.
"Y'know you'll have to stop that when the police get here."

"I know, but I'm going to have a little fun first," Lone Wolf said before switching back to Clown King's voice.
"Mystic Cat! I order you to dunk your head in a bucket of water!"

Quickly, the feline rushed off and then returned with a full pail of water. Taking off her hat first, she then
dunked her head in the water.

"This is priceless!" Lone Wolf laughed, "I could do this all day!"

"Better not," Bantam Beaver said sternly, "Shodata, would you please heal Mystic Cat from the ill effects of the
mind control drugs now?"

"As you wish," Shodata said from within Lone Wolf's body.

Jolt was blushing as he got kissed for the first time in his life, purring and obviously appreciative of it. He
managed to keep his mouth from uttering anything stupid as he spoke, "...If I can be honest, I feel the same for
you..." He quickly kissed her on the cheek and then zipped out of the cave, the masked thief still blushing under
his mask.

Crimson Cur sighed as she watched Jolt leave as Lone Wolf used Shodata's powers to alter Mystic Cat's memories and
then put her to sleep on the floor. The masked Doberman-wolfess then walked over to her red suited canine friend.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Lone Wolf softly asked.

"I do care about him, but I'm not sure about love."

"Ji-Lin, I know who he is."

"You do? How?"

"When Shodata healed him, I learned who he really was."

"Please, don't tell anyone, ok?"

"I won't, Ji-Lin. You're my best friend; do you think I would ever sell you out?"

"Of course not, thanks," Crimson Cur said as she hugged the taller Lone Wolf.

"You two DO know each other, don't ya?" Bantam Beaver said as she walked over to them.

"Well, we're friends, if that's what you mean," Lone Wolf answered.

"Oh no, you two usually work together on crimes. You worked together to save my hide a few months ago. Admit it,
kid, you guys are secretly partners."

"Ok, ok, it's true, but for God's sake don't let anyone at the Bureau know!" Crimson Cur begged.

"Bet you know each other's secret identities, don't ya?"

"And we know yours too," Lone Wolf said calmly, "when Shodata communicated with the spirit within your bantam pole,
it told us who you were. Didn't mean for that to happen, really."

Hearing this made the masked beaver smile.

"And the Bantam spirit also told me who you were, Alice Daniels."

"What???" Crimson Cur and Lone Wolf said in unison.

"Yes Ji-Lin, I've known all along that your roommate's really Lone Wolf. But I've got no desire to bust you. I
still owe you big time for saving me before. Look, all three of us know who the rest of us are. Now that that's
established, let's be friends."

"You got it," Lone Wolf said as she shook the beaver's paw.

"Query Alice, what exactly did you get?" Shodata asked outloud, causing all three girls to laugh as they heard the
police sirens in the distance.

"Better go now, Alice," Crimson Cur said with a smile, "see you later on at the Student Union?"

"I'll be there," Lone Wolf said as she flew away.

"Mind if I tag along?" Bantam Beaver asked, "I got no plans for tonight."

"Sure, why not?" Crimson Cur said as a dozen police officers rushed into the building and began hauling the bad
guys away.

---

"ALL of that training we did for a month and you didn't even use it!?" David was currently chewing out an achy
Frank, both walking side by side toward the Student Union. The cheetah grumbled at his bunny friend,

"Trust me, Clown King is a LOT bigger than they make him out to be, and that ferret was no pushover either. YOU try
fighting off over 300 pounds of combined, smelly weight on top of you."

"Okay, okay. Point taken. But getting shot? That's taking this a little too far." Frank gave Dave a look as he
answered back,

"Would you have rather me let Crimson Cur get shot instead?" Dave winced a bit and spoke,

"No, no...Just try not to get yourself killed, alright? I'm not gonna keep up the rent without our resident
superthief around." This caused the cheetah to laugh and shake his head,

"I never keep the money I steal. You know that."

"No, but you DO manage to get a little extra from time to time. You don't cost a lot to feed either." The two
friends shared another laugh as they walked inside the Student Union.

Inside, many students gathered around the big screen television in the center of the room listening to the latest
news bulletin.

"Repeating this special report, the fugitive Clown King and several alleged accomplices were brought to justice
earlier today by registered superfurs Crimson Cur and Bantam Beaver. Rumors have circulated that supervillain Jolt
and vigilante Lone Wolf were also present, but these rumors could not be independently confirmed. The police are
still investigating the incident; we'll have more details as they are available. This is Carla Meadows, Eyewitness
News"

As the news skunkette ended her report, three friends seated at a table saw Frank and David enter.

"HEY GUYS! OVER HERE!" Ji-Lin Hue shouted, waving her arms frantically in the air to get their attention.

Frank laughed and quickly got over to the waving Ji-Lin, "We're coming, we're coming!" He slid into a seat next to
her, Dave sitting down with the others as he smiled,

"Nice to see you girls again." Frank looked at the TV and chuckled softly before turning to them,

"I wonder why Jolt keeps showing up with these super heroines. Makes you wonder if he's really such a bad guy, huh?"

"Hi guys! Care to join us?" Ji-Lin asked in a bubbly voice.

"Yes, please join us," Alice added.

"I met you two at the diner! It's good to see you again," Phyllis said as she offered her paw to shake.

Frank laughed and sat down almost immediately, Dave smiling and speaking to the ladies as he sat, "We'd be happy to
join you two." Frank smiled and spoke next, this time to Phyllis,

"Yeah, we remember you. Nice seeing you again." He reached over, shaking her paw, visibly wincing. Even though the
wound had been healed, it was still achy. After Dave shook Phyllis', the cheetah turned to his canine counterpart
and laughed a little,

"What's got you all excited?" He waited for his answer, prepared for a monologue to beat all other monologues. It
was at that moment when it dawned on the petite Bermese Mountain Dog that all eyes were on her and if she spoke the
truth, that she was delighted beyond belief that he was alive, it would reveal that she knew that the cheetah was
really Jolt. Thinking quickly, Ji-Lin smiled.

"I'm always happy to see you, Frank. After all, we're friends, aren't we?" she asked.

"You'll have to forgive Ji-Lin, sometimes she just gets all hyper," Alice said as she turned to Phyllis. The beaver
noticed Frank's discomfort and had a gut feeling she had met this guy somewhere before.

For some strange reason, Frank felt like he had butterflies in his stomach, trying to not blush as he smiled a
little, "Th-thanks...I'm happy when I see you too." He smiled again, the feeling going away for now...Dave answered
by poking the cheetah in the head and saving him from an embarrassing moment...sorta,

"Tell me about it. I swear, this guy is on a permanent sugar high most of the time, the way he's always a little
twitchy and shaky an-AHH!" The bunny didn't get much farther, because his friend was a bit busy tickling the living
daylights out of him, grinning almost evilly as he did,

"What was that you were saying about me, punk!?" The two friends laughed and squirmed around, nearly falling out of
their seats. The three ladies giggled, knowing this kind of behavior was a 'guy thing' and not wanting to disturb
it. A buck walked over in their table, smiling at the group.

"Hi Alice! Ji-Lin!"

"Joey! How are you doing?" Alice asked.

"I'm doing fine, looking forward to the study group session tonight, Ji-Lin. Did you guys hear about the big arrest
last night? It's all over the news! Clown King, caught by beautiful superfur ladies! Wow, almost makes me want to
be criminal just so I can meet those gorgeous babes!"

Phyllis began to blush lightly as she turned her head, hoping the buck doesn't get a good look at her face. Alice
smiled as Ji-Lin kept her usual toothy grin. Frank smiled and looked over to Joey,

"Tell me about it! Plus, it's gotta be pretty exciting being a villain in this town where every lovely lady you
meet could be a superfur." Funny thing, a supervillain talking about being a supervillain. He continued a moment
later,

"Though I can't say I'm exactly great material to be a supervillain." He then looked over at Dave as he smirked,

"Now I think Dave would make an excellent supervillain. Plus he'd be eye candy for those super heroines." Dave
laughed and patted his friend' side,

"Don't count yourself out, Frank. I'm sure you could find some heroine who'd love to catc...catch you." Frank
smirked and folded his ears a little in embarrassment.

"Hey don't say that about Frank any girl would be proud to be with him because he's nice and polite and..." Ji-Lin
rambled defensively before she realized that nearly every eye in the room was now on her.

"Er... yeah, right... whatever you say, Ji-Lin," Joey said softly as the buck backed away from the table. The
petite canine looked over at Frank, hoping her words would cheer him up.

The cheetah was looking back at the canine, smiling a little as he spoke, "...Thanks." He did sound happy at her
words, though everyone at that table would probably admit that those words caused a little tension. Dave was going
to say that Frank should probably see where that goes, though he didn't want to embarrass his friend. Frank managed
to save himself instead as he faced Ji-Lin and spoke again,

"I can say the same for you. Not everyone would've come to rescue me from those stupid jocks." The incident a month
ago was the one that got Ji-Lin and Frank to meet for the first time...well, see each other before he took off in
a panic. Now he could sit here and not worry about being embarrassed...for the most part.

"Yeah Frank, give yourself some credit," Alice added.

"Look, I only just met you two and I can see each of you have a lot of potential," Phyllis said with a smile. Frank
looked at the others and smiled softly,

"Thanks, both of you." Dave nodded softly and smiled at them, the bunny giving him a genuine smile that was beyond
his normal cool guy looks,

"It's nice to hear that. I have to say it's been a pleasure knowing you three, even though I rarely get to see you
all." Frank looked back over to Ji-Lin as he wasn't really sure what else he could say.  

Suddenly, Dave piped up, "I think I'm gonna get a soda. Do you girls want anything?" He already knew what Frank was
going to have, provided he wanted to have a soda...which it looked like he did.

"Well, I'd like an iced tea," Phyllis said.

"Ginger ale for me, thanks," Alice added.

"I'm in the mood for an Ultra Bolt Cherry!" Ji-Lin said excitedly.

"The LAST thing you need is MORE caffeine," Phyllis laughed.

"Oh wow, you and Frank like the same drink!" Frank smirked and looked over at Ji-Lin as he joked,

"I guess hyperactive minds think alike!"

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Little did our heroes know just how far things were from over. While they were sipping on their drinks and having
a merry little time together, the one who started all this trouble was infiltrating Galatap Federal Prison in order
to receive something of great importance. Using a custodial uniform he "borrowed" from the closet, he padded off
in the direction of a certain ferret...

Fink (the ferret in question) was lounging in his cell, sighing and wondering when his boss would show up. As odd
as it sounded, it was all according to plan that Fink got caught by the super heroines and Jolt, especially Jolt.
While the super heroines were pretty much protected by the city, Jolt was just as much wanted by the city as they
were, and they were going to exploit it.

An older-sounding but strong voice got Fink's attention, "Do you have it?" Fink sat up in his bunk, seeing noone
but a janitor...but he knew who addressed him. Sliding out of the bed, he smiled and reached under his pillow and
pulled out a single strand of fur, handing it over to the janitor who looked back at him with a deep, evil smile
that sent chills down the ferret's spine,

"Excellent work, Fink...Now we can find out who Jolt really is..."