| A Fun Meeting Quackerjack was out at the toy museum incognito. He looked across the room and sees a stunning cat lady dressed in a long, fitting red dress that has a split up the right to her hip. She is dark in color; mostly dark gray with a black underside to her ears, mouth and neck. Her gray tail poked out from the bottom of her dress and twitched with fascination as she looked at a chained jack in the box in the middle of the room, on a pedestal. He walks over with his hands clasped behind his back. One of her ears twitched with acknowledgement of his arrival. He was more fascinated by her, and not the displays more cause he visits frequently and that he’s never before seen a cat person, aside from Ja Tarra. Apparently, they’re as rare as rats! No wonder! “Y’ know,” he begins. She looked at him. “I fought the demon in this box!” “Really?” He couldn’t tell if she was serious or just humoring him. “Yeah!” Great comeback Quacky!, he thinks to himself. So he decides to change the subject. “So what’s a beautiful creature, such as yourself, doing in a place like this?” “I like toys.” “Really?! Me too!!” he says alluringly deep. She looked into his eyes, which he made look suave-like. He diverts his eyes, then back. Apparently the suave debonair look doesn’t work on her; she’s not impressed. He reverts back to his ol’ self. “Well, a bunch of my friends and I are going out fer Chinese. You care to join me?” She seems to panic as he could tell by her ears as they perk up and her eyes widen. Quackerjack thinks to himself, Maybe she’s not used to strangers asking her out to lunch on the first meeting. She remains quiet. “Well, you do as you want…” he says, turning away waving his hand carefree and walks to the next room. He notices her following him, at a distance, by way of his mirrored glasses on his bill that he made himself. The way they work is that you can see out of them without any magnification but you can see behind, you from the inside only, incase of followers. He smirks and leans down to examine a windup warship, but is actually paying attention to his “stalker”. She too, pretends to look at the toys on display. He walks out of the museum and down the road. She’s following all the way right into is trap. He quickly rounded the corner and into an alley. She peruses, though lost track of her target. As she passes him, he unexpectedly grabs her wrists and yanks her inside the alley and corners her against a brick wall. “Let’s stop this game of cat and mouse, shall we? Why are you following me?” he says seriously. “I find you interesting,” she admits. He releases her and jesters to himself and says in his high acting voice, “Me? Lil’ ol’ me? I’m flattered! May I ask what this flattering lady’s name is?” “Katalina,” Quackerjack bows extravagantly and takes her hand and kisses it, gentlemanly. “You are a most magnificent creature,” he adds. She suppresses giggles and a smile and blushes at this display. She’s rather embarrassed at her reaction, but then again, she’s never received this reaction to her name before. It’s usually quite the opposite; run and scream in fear. He rightens himself and she continues to suppress her blushing, but is unsuccessful; but neither will she turn away and hide it; too proud a creature. “I’d be delighted to join you and your friends for Chinese,” He holds out an arm to escort her with. “Shall we go then?” Katalina takes his offered arm and they leave the alley together. In Quackerjack’s car he drives recklessly around the crowded streets. Katalina asks, “What where you thinking in the museum to invite me?” Quackerjack, still concentrating on the traffic manages to say to her, between curses to other drivers, “Well…Hey! Move it Grandma!!” Katalina tries for specifics to ask instead. “I mean, why did you pick me instead of another out of a crowd?” They stop at a red light, letting a cop pass, not noticing the villain. He turns himself in his seat and hangs an arm off the back of it. “I like cats,” The light turns green and he takes off like a bat outta you know where, again. “Oh…You know, it was risky grabbing me like that back there in the alley.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” She said seriously. “There it is! Hold on! I’ll park in the back!” Katalina slouches in her seat and grabs whatever she can to brace herself. He turns violently into the parking lot, making a tight S turn and stops the car abruptly. “We’re here!” he calls joyfully, hopping out of the car. Katalina gets out slowly and shakily. He sees her. “Aw, my driving bothered you??!” he asked, truly concerned. “Hey look! Everybody beat us here!” Katalina looks around the small parking lot and sees a yellow, blue and red ‘70 Chevrolet, and black, red and yellow motorcycle that looks like the head of a duck, and a blue and brown station wagon. Quackerjack helps Katalina inside and spots his ‘friends’ almost instantly. “Hey guys!!” he waved and bounds over to the table full of people, leaving Katalina along in the unfamiliar environment. “Uh…gang, this is Katalina,” Quackerjack says and pulls her over to the table. “Katalina, this is the gang!” “Shut up you knob!” Negaduck yells. “The only reason I agreed to even come was so you idiots could buy me lunch!! And see the lovelies,” he refers to the four gals around with their partners, one of which is his own, who smacks him for flirting with the other girls. Quackerjack clears his throat. “Baby,” he says politely and defensively. The blonde duck seems indifferent towards Quacky, but waves weakly. Quackerjack pulls up a chair for his date. She sits, unsurely, as if she doesn’t belong there. Katalina politely places her black-clawed hands on top of the table. Quackerjack had pulled up a chair for himself and he put a hand on top of hers to console her, as Negaduck rants one on and on. A waiter comes over and complains about the noise level. Negaduck pulls out a large shotgun. “You want me quiet? Then get me my food already!!!” The waiter runs off. Negaduck leans the gun on the table, from the floor and then takes Michelle’s hand in his own. Katalina’s ears express her worry and fright from the action that Negaduck went through just then. Her date sees this and recognizes what it means. “You ok? You wanna leave er anything?” She shakes her head and whispers back, “No, I’m alright,” “So, what? Are you two going to have your own private conversation, leaving us out??!!!” Negaduck complains. “N, no. I…it’s just that she’s not used to such a violent environment.” Quackerjack cowers. “Oh,” Negaduck says calmly. “I’ll give you violent!!!!!” Negaduck’s about ready to blow him away with his weapon when the food is finally served and Negaduck grabs his order out of the waiter’s hands. “Finally!!!” The Liquidator leans over to whisper to Megavolt, “Saved by lunch!” The electrical rat nods his head. Negaduck stands up, with his food. “We’ve got better places to be!” he refers to him and his girl. “Ladies,” he tips his hat and his girlfriend grabs up his cape and make him walk out. On their way out, Negaduck taking up the rear, he shoves a waiter over the resister counter and walks out laughing. Everybody waits for a minute before conversing in conversation. They hear a motorcycle as the engine guns into the street and a car skids, blaring its horn. Bushroot begins, “Wow, looks like we survived another encounter!” He’s holding Mai’s hand. “Yeah, lucky for you guys!” Ja Tarra comments. Megavolt turns his head to look her in the eye. “Lucky for us??!! No way! Lucky for you girls!” “Why’s that?” Katalina asks. Megavolt tries to remember her name. She reminds him, “Katalina,” “Right…(I’ll have to remember that) uh, well” He clears his throat. The Liquidator crosses his arms waiting to see how much of an ass Megavolt will make of himself this time. Megavolt begins, “Such innocent girls, such as your selves, shouldn’t be subjected to the irrational behavior of our boss!” Ja Tarra smiles at her sweetie’s wise sounding explanation. “Good for you, hon,” she whispers, approvingly to him. He smiles at her. “What, you go home and read the dictionary or something??!” Quackerjack criticizes. “Yeah, I bet he does, just to get smarter, or at least sounds smarter!” The Liquidator adds. “I watch him read it!” Bushroot confirms. “No!! That’s the novel I’m reading!!!” “Coulda fooled me!” “Oh, can’t you just stop this and realize that he wants to be more sophisticated?!!!” Ja Tarra defends her love. “Say, Quacky, what’s with the outfit?” Megavolt takes his turn to criticize. Quackerjack looks down at his green vest and white button down shirt. “Oh, this?” Megavolt nods his head. “I remember that out fit. You wore it at one of our capers. Why are you wearing it again?? Didn’t you burn it er something??” “Oh, I don’t know, I think it comes in handy,” Quacky says deeply, looking at Katalina. “Oh yeah, right! ‘Look! I wore this once to another caper! I’m Quackerjack, come arrest me!’ Great disguise!!” Quackerjack glares at Megavolt with contempt. “Well, if you boys are going to fight, we innocent girls shouldn’t be here.” Mai says, getting up with her purse. “Yeah, like, really,” Baby says in her valley girl accent and gets up too. Quackerjack, Megavolt, and The Liquidator are in an argument, with Bushroot adding in his two cents at times. Ja Tarra, Baby and Mai go over to Katalina and ask her, “Would you like to escape this too?” “No thank you,” the dark cat said, almost vexed. “It’s ok, you can rondevu with Quackerjack later,” Ja Tarra assured her fellow cat. Katalina’s ears twitched back, the foreword, in thought. She checked their hands. They’re all married! After a moment, Katalina gets up in a proper fashion and walks out with the three other ladies. Within the station wagon the two ducks in the front and the two cats in the back, Mai driving, Baby asks, “So, like, what do you want to do??!” After two hours after leaving their lunch rondevu, the four of them heard the screeching of tires halt outside and some angry voices. “Damn it, Megs! I HATE it when you drive!!” “Oh yeah??!! Well you aren’t any better, clown boy!! And I hate your laugh!!” “What’s wrong with my laugh?!!! There’s nothing wrong with my laugh!! You’re just being stupid!!” The Liquidator butts in, “Shut up before I drown you two!!” “Oh, and get fried as you do?? I don’t think so!!” Megavolt commented. “Oh, afraid of a little water?” mocks Quacky. “Don’t make me strangle you!! Shut up!!” an enraged Bushroot yelled at all three. The guys worked their way upstairs sand Megavolt opened the door and the guys barge in a pose dramatically. “Ta, Da!! We’re here!!” The girls look up, briefly, unexcited by their entrance, then go back to card playing, just as solemnly as before. “Like, got any eights??” Baby asks. “You, take a fish!” Ja Tarra answered, jokingly as she always did in this game. “Aw, you don’t like my enterance, honey?” “I think it was nice, Megs. I just don’t like it when you boys fight.” “Well he started it!!” “Did not!!” “Did too!!” “Who cares??!! I’m finishing it!!” Elle snapped. The guys came in and sat down, Liquy went to get a drink of water from the kitchen. “Hey Veggie! Want any?” “Sure!” “You want that on tap or on your head?” “Ha, ha, ha. Shut up!!” The plant duck doctor said, unamused. Liquy tossed his a bottle of water and Reggie barely caught it, it sloshing water all about the room as a cruel joke; the bottle was open. Megavolt ducked for cover behind the couch he was sitting on. Reggie finally caught it, but it was upside-down over the card game. Ja Tarra, without looking, plugged it up with her finger until Reggie could regain composure. Glares all angled to Liquy, whom stood innocently in the doorway. “What? Don’t blame me that Veggie Head can’t catch!” “You boys really are too much. I mean that!” “Ja Tarra, why do you always call us ‘boys’?” the jester asked. “Because you are boys. With you toys and with your fights.” “Oh,” “Great come back, Quackerjack!” The Liquidator accused. “Hey shut up, water butt! The watery villain mockingly mouths insults at the duck and in return gets a glare. Meagvolt speaks up, “Well, personally,” Everyone turns to see the rat behind the couch, leaning on its back. “I like being called that!” “Why??!!” “Well… umm… Oh yeah! Cause it makes me feel younger!” “You’re such an idiot, Sparky!” “QAUCKY!! DON’T CALL ME SPARKY!!!!” “Oh boo hoo hoo. DO something about it, Spark plug-head!” “ARG!!” The rat tackles the jester and get into a fist fight. Ja Tarra slaps a hand over her face and shakes her head. Without a word, the women pick up their soggy game and go to another room. Katalina asks, “Do they always act like this?” “Oh, no. Only when they’re around each other, really,” Mai answered. “Oh,” |