The little brown kitten skipped across the meadow, humming merrily to himself. The sun was high in the sky, making the kitten’s brown coat shine like newly made mud.
“Aaah, what a glorious day!” he said to himself.
Suddenly, a big shadow fell across the kitten. Afraid, he turned around and saw a big black tomcat.
“EEP!” the kitten yelled. “BLACKBREATH THE FOUL!”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” the black cat growled. “It’s Blackmagic!”
“Says who?”
Puzzled, the tomcat replied, “Says me!”
“Mmm… I don’t believe you!”
“Listen you fat, little squirt—“
“Momma! Momma!” the kitten ran away, shouting at the top of his lungs. “Momma! Blackbreath is trying to eat me!”
“I’m not a cannibal you idiot!” Blackmagic yelled as he chased the kitten. “Come back here Tootie!”
“I’m not Tootie, I’m Brownie the Brave!”
“That sounds stupider than Tootie!”
“Momma!” The kitten ran up to a fluffy, cream-colored she-cat.
“What is this ruckus?” she asked. “Blackbreath, what’s going on?”
“IT’S BLACKMAGIC!”
“What? Since when?”
Frustrated, Blackmagic kicked a nearby lamp. It burned his toe, and he yowled.
“Listen, Dipsy—“
“Daisy.”
“I’m still calling you Dipsy. Listen Dipsy, Tootie here is a big pain in my crack, so will you cage him, spank him, or do SOMETHING?”
Dipsy turned to Tootie and whispered, “You’re right, he is a meany maniac.”
“I heard that!”
A sudden cloud of brown engulfed everyone.
“Oh! The stench!” Dipsy fainted.
“Momma!” Tootie went up to his mom. “Momma!” She didn’t respond. Swiftly, he pulled out her wallet and took her money.
“Hey squirt, what the schnitzel just happened?!” Blackmagic shouted.
“I don’t know!”
“You didn’t rip off another of those Tootie Toots, didya?”
“No! That was a Fatal Fart!”
“Oh jeez, those give me the willies! The collywobbles! The heebie jeebies!”
“You’re an idiot.”
“You’re too fat for your own good.”
“I’m just plump!”
“You’re a fatty—aaaaggh!”
“What?!”
Blackmagic groaned as something big, orange, fluffy and round bowled him over. “It’s—it’s—“
“Hawwo.” The brown cloud cleared, and next to Blackmagic sat a fat orange tom.
“Firefart…” Tootie said exasperatedly.
“What happened?” Dipsy asked. “Everything suddenly turned brown…”
“It’s okay Dipsy, I just let one rip again,” said Firefart.
“Not again…”
A little ginger cat with one white paw came running down the nearest hill. “Daddy!”
“Hey Bitey!”
“Daddy, Leafy took my thermometer and is using it for scientific experiments!” whined Bitey.
“Scientific how?”
Over in a little cavern, a little brown cat in a white lab coat and safety glasses measured some suspiciously colored liquids and scribbled down notes on a clipboard.
“Muhahahahaaaa!” she laughed maliciously. “Finally, my creation will be complete!”
“Whatcha up to?” a little gray tom cat came in, holding a pair of binoculars.
“Oh,” she coughed, “nothing, nothing. Why are you here, Smokey?”
“I wanted to ask you if you’d seen my boxer shorts. They’re Power Rangers print.”
“No, I haven’t seen them,” Leafy said, mixing a lime green liquid with a bubbling red one. There was a ring of smoke, then the mixture turned lavender. She dropped a bug in it, which sizzled and died.
“Well, can you tell me if you do?”
“Sure.”
Smokey ran out of the little cavern, then snuck under a bush and held up the binoculars to stare at the little white she-cat who was dancing in circles.
“Oh Snowy,” Smokey said dreamily, “how I wish you could be mine… OW!” Something had kicked him in the butt. He stood up and rubbed his backside, then turned and saw Patches, his calico friend.
“Hi…”
“You said we’d go hunting!”
“But Patches—“
“NOW!!!”
“Okay…” With one last glance at Snowy, Smokey was led away by Patches, into the forest.
“What are we hunting today?” Smokey asked. “Birds? Mice? I want a fat pigeon…”
“We’re going…” Patches turned and stared at him, “…to Safeway.”
“Oooh!” Smokey said. “Where’s that?”
“Over there,” Patches pointed ahead. “Waaaaaaaaay, way, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay that way.”
“Oh. Okay.” Smokey squinted to try and see past the trees.
“Come on, the jetpacks are ready.”
“What?”
Patches led Smokey over to an oak tree, where she burrowed underneath it and brought out two miniature backpacks. She put hers on and Smokey did the same.
“Click the blue button,” said Patches.
Smokey obeyed, and suddenly, he was shooting into the sky, above the treetops.
“I’m like a bird!” he yelled.
“I’ll only fly away!” Patches yelled.
“I don’t care if I’m lonely!” Smokey shouted.
“I don’t know where my home is!” Patches said.
“And baby all I need for you to know is—“
“COW!”
“HUH?!”
A flying cow flew towards them, and they ducked.
“Close call, huh?” Patches laughed nervously.
“Yeah…” said Smokey, his fur on end.
They flew past trees flowering with fruits, a farm a few miles off, and a flock of geese. Smokey got hit by a gosling as he flew.
“There’s Safeway!” Patches yelled suddenly.
“Finally!” sighed Smokey with a black eye. They landed behind a big black Toyota and removed their jetpacks.
“Okay, Smokey,” Patches said, “Safeway is a No-fur store, ya hear? If they see one of us kitties taking their Pillsbury strudels, they’re gonna bring a whole mob after us, and they’ll do anything to get rid of us. Even…”
Patches paused. And paused. And paused.
“Even what?” Smokey asked.
“Even hit us with their manky brooms!”
Smokey gasped. “That’s only for strict punishments!”
“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Patches said. “Now, we need to disguise ourselves, or sneak in.”
“What are we going to disguise ourselves as?” Smokey asked. “Did you bring wigs or something?”
“No,” Patches said, stroking her chin. “I guess we’ll have to strictly be spies.” She pulled some rope and hooks out of her jetpack.
“You brought that?” Smokey asked.
“Mmhmm,” Patches said. “Listen kid, I was told to come here by Cloudy. He gave me a whole list of items to steal—“
“We’re stealing?!” Smokey said in outrage.
“Shut up twinkle-toes,” Patches said. “This list is quite large, fifty items are needed. We’ll need to somehow smuggle out a whole shopping cart filled with stuff that our Pride needs. Okay?!”
“Okay…” Smokey said. He didn’t like getting in trouble.
“All right, let’s go,” Patches said. She grabbed her pack and ran across the parking lot. Suddenly, a silver Volvo came around the bend and hit her.
“PATCHES!” Smokey yelled. He was about to run towards her when the No-fur in the Volvo got out to inspect her. Then the male took her into his car.
“Uh-oh…” Smokey said to himself. As the No-fur parked his car and went into Safeway, Smokey ran to the car and looked in. Patches was lying in the backseat.
“And they call this place ‘Safe’way…” Smokey muttered as he pawed the window. Patches looked up and undid the car lock.
“Okay,” Patches didn’t look hurt at all. “I’ve got the No-fur’s wallet. Let’s boogie!!”
She hopped out of the car and ran for the store, Smokey right behind her, looking bewildered.
“The back!” she called to Smokey as she swerved around the store. Once they were safely in the shadow of the building, Patches set her pack beneath a Dumpster and ran through the delivery room.
“Ah!” Patches breathed in as Smokey followed her. “The fresh smell of frozen cow bodies!”
“Can we just get what we need?” Smokey asked.
“Okay,” Patches said. “This place sells everything, so there are no worries about not being able to find an item. Unless they’re out of stock…”
“What’s first on the list?” Smokey asked.
“Flour.”
“Let’s go then.”
“Look, there are worker clothes over there,” Patches pointed out. Smokey followed her to some folded clothes and watched as she put a weird sack over her head.
“How do I look?” Patches asked.
“Stupid.”
She frowned. “Well, they’re only short-term disguises anyway.”
Smokey sighed. “Fine.” He put one of the sacks on too, and followed Patches to a shopping cart.
“This will work splendidly,” she said, giggling evilly. She turned. Smokey was staring at her weirdly.
“Right, off we go!” She pushed the shopping cart into the store, all the while saying, “WHEEEEEE~!”
They found the flour quickly. Smokey was sitting in the shopping cart, checking off the list.
“Chocolate chip cookies, macaroni, diapers, towels, a spatula, Q-tips, veggie chocolate… Veggie chocolate? What the schnitzel is that?”
“It’s a spoon! Let’s go~”
Smokey and Patches rushed through the store in their disguises, getting everything on the list. Veggie chocolate turned out to be chocolate with extracts of different vegetables in it.
“Eww…” mumbled Smokey.
The list went on: potatoes, SPAM, roast turkey on a spit, Home and Garden magazine, Dr. Phil’s guide to weight loss, three copies of the newest Oprah magazine, a remote control, a bra (“What is this?” asked Smokey. “Oh that’s mine,” said Patches), three cans of bread, extra fatty olive oil, vegemite, and finally…
“’Leeches’?? Who wants leeches?” Smokey asked aloud.
“Dunno, probably Yellowstream,” shrugged Patches. “Let’s ask someone for that, I haven’t seen it anywhere.”
They walked up to a No-fur with green head-fur and gave him the list.
“Leeches eh?” he said. “That’s in the basement.”
“Wow, they have a basement!” Smokey hissed to Patches in a small voice as the man led them down some wooden steps.
“I don’t trust No-furs and their basements though…” Patches said in an undertone. “We’ll see how this fatty reacts.”
They proceeded to a crate.
“Well, here they are,” said the man. “Grab a plastic bag and dump ‘em in. I recommend you put on some gloves, and don’t get them on your arms!”
“Uh… thank you… Carl,” said Patches in a bad No-fur accent.
“You foreign?” Carl asked. Patches and Smokey nodded.
“Ah. Well, close the box when you’re done.” With that, he left.
“Okay, grab the leeches, let’s go,” Patches said urgently. “I almost blew our cover.”
“How much?” Smokey asked as he put on some rubber gloves.
“As many as you can fill in that bag,” Patches said. “Now MOVE!”
Smokey grabbed handfuls of the black leeches, which squirmed under his slippery paws.
“This is disgusting!” Smokey said.
“Well Black Pride eats them,” said Patches.
“Are you serious?!” said Smokey. “Disgusting!”
“Well they are known for being that way…”
Finally, the bag was filled, and Smokey dumped it into the shopping cart.
“Okay, that’s the last item. Now what?” he asked.
“We… get out of here,” Patches replied. “Head out the way we came! AHOY!”
They pushed the shopping cart back up the wooden steps, and zoomed across the store to get out. As they reached the outside of the store, angry shouts came from behind them.
“Cover’s blown, squirt,” said Patches. “Up, up, and away!”
Nothing happened. The cart kept rolling.
“Nice going, genius,” Smokey muttered.
“I said,” Patches growled, “Up, UP, AND AWAAAAY!”
A helicopter passed overhead, and a long ladder came down.
“Hey you little thieves!” a white tom cat was looking out of the copter. “Get up! Quick! Hook the cart to this!” he threw down a hook.
Patches quickly did as she was told, then climbed up the ladder. The helicopter drove them out of the parking lot and back into their forest home.
“Thanks Cloudy!” Patches said happily. “That was a close one!”
“Well, did you get my leeches?” Leafy asked grumpily.
“Jeezuuz sista!” Patches said, “of course we did! Right Smokey?”
“Right…” Smokey was feeling queasy.
Finally, the camp was visible. And so was a very large heliport.
“When’d we buy that?” Patches asked Cloudy.
“A few minutes ago,” Cloudy said. “Arrived today. Ebay.”
“Ah…” Patches paused. “What kind of idiot bought it?”
“Firefart.”
“That’s self-explanatory.”
The helicopter landed with a jolt, then every cat crowded around to see what items Patches and Smokey had gotten them.
“Where’s my box of Q-tips?!” barked a cat known only by the name Short Temper.
So like, I SHOULD finish this... but it's a weird thing to find, you know?
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