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Go easy on the insults. This is my first, REAL story here soooo... yea...

Chapter one

Mall-mart

"Hurry up, bro!" T.j. said, keeping a look out for the 'brains' of the operation while Morocco worked franticly on Mall-marts shopping cart. "Look man, yellin' at me won't speed up the welding process. Just keep on the look-out whilst I work on our new go kart," He said, as he slid the wielders mask back over his muzzle. "Just imagine the speed we can achieve if I get this done." He muttered to himself while the sparks flew past him. TJ pulled out his radio communicator looking back and forth before pressing the talk button. "Yo, tiny! How's things going on, on your side? So far I haven't seen anybody 'cept for the occasional shopper...Hello?" He put the radio back in his back pocket and turned back to Morocco who was adjusting something on the bottom of the, now newly remodeled kart. He stared at the young rats legs before he gave him a swift kick in the leg to get his attention. "OW!" he rolled out from under his 'work' rubbing the spot where he was kicked "What the hell was that for? I told you it'll be done when it's done" He started to roll back under the kart, but the towering fox caught his leg before he could disappear back under his creation. "Hey, I got to check on tiny and Angel right quick. Can you be cool while I'm away?"

"Yea, man That's a great freakin' Idea. Leave me here while I'm unprotected and defenseless."

"So-oo...your cool with it then?" The rat rolled out from under the kart, sat up, and stared angrily at his best friend for being ignorant to what possible problem that could accrue if TJ left his side. "...Go on dude. Just come right back."

"Great, I'll be right back" He said as skipped backwards and then ran off, ducking and dodging and weaving through the clothes racks as if they were people trying to stop him Morocco thought to himself ~remember the five D's of dodge ball~ "Heh." He muttered as he rolled back under his kart and resumed building it.

TJ was running at top speed to the electronic section but was running out of breath quickly (now you know why they're building the kart). He skidded to a stop when he saw his favorite band's T-shirt on display. It was black with a female shark with long, dark hair and she was on the front of the t-shirt wearing short shorts, skin tight shirt and was holding an electric guitar. "Wholly fudge... this is the shirt I've been savin' for" He said. If you really looked at him you could have swore that drool was coming out from his mouth. He tugged on the tag to get a better view at the price. ~Ah, fuck! Still too much.~ He looked around to see if anybody's around and then up to one of those black balls that are stationed all over the roof. ~maybe I should wait for the money to flow in some more...~ Just then His radio spoke in a muffled voice, He pulled it out of his pocket and pressed talk "Say again over." He waited for a response. "Hello? Tiny? Angel? Repeat that, over." A hushed voice, emitted from the little box. "Yea TJ this is Angel, and no one says over anymore."

"What's the situation?"

"Well, pretty good I guess. Tiny's keepin' the crowd busy," Tj heard a scared awe from the crowd in the background "Apparently very busy. How are things going on with the kart?" nothing came back. "TJ?"

"You know what you have to say, over."

"NO! im not doing that."

"Say it, over."

"UGH! Over."

"Yea, we're doing well over hear..." Just then Morocco's voice appeared in the fox and the bats conversation. "THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE, FOX?!"

"Hey I'm keeping watch aint I? Over."

"Uh, no you're not."

"I'll be over to your location in a minuet Angel, over"

"...how come he didn't have to say over?"

"He's under enough pressure. Over and out." TJ said as he ran out of the graphic T-shirt aisle.

TJ heard the the crowed as he neared an end to his run. He picked around the corner to see his friend distracting this mob of shopping furries, still clueless on what's going on. Tiny was acting like he was choking on one of the free samples from the free sample Boothe. "Wow! The big guy is flopping around with charm and grace, though I never knew choking could be graceful..." He said to himself. He climbed onto one of the food isles and signaled to the bat and penguin that the kart was ready. The still needed to keep the crowed busy until Morocco could get the thing running. Tiny fell to the ground with a loud thud, and everybody tried to come closer to get a better look at the behemoth penguin. Angel came in between the mob and Tiny, holding her hands out to stop the crowd. "People people; Give this Kid some air, what air he can get through his air pipe..." One of the by standers shouted, "That's a kid?!" mutters of agreement flowed over the crowd. "Hey, you. Shut your noise. Unless YOU want to give him mouth to mouth. You seem to have enough air to give away." The male collie backed off I'm a heartbeat. "Exactly. Now I need you," she said as she randomly pointed into the crowd with her index finger. She pointed directly at an old turtle, one that could barely walk for that matter, and then pointed back to Tiny's 'lifeless' body. "Yes, you sir!" the old turtle spoke in a raspy, dry voice. "Who m-me?" he wobbly pointed to him-self. "GET YOUR OLD ASS OVER HERE, THIS PENGUIN IS DIEING AND HE NEEDS YOUR HELP!"

"Watch your mouth young lady, and I aint deeth you know!"

"Alright than come on." The turtle moved at his own time, low and slow. Angel stared at him while he took one step after another. She felt her left eye twitch uncontrollably, thinking to herself ~This has got to be the SLOWEST bastard that I have never met.~ Finally the old turtle arrived next to Tiny and tried to knell down. Every bone that was used to move him in that position, made a loud popping noise. Angel was grinding her teeth by time he squatted down next to her. "What's your name?"

"Its-"

"No time for that now, What can you do?"

"I don't really-"

"To late, you're here now and that's all that matters to this guy right now."

"But he just brea-"

"Now look, This is your greatestmomentinyourlifenowGO! Make him breathe again! Now, I've do all I can do." Angel ran off from the stunned crowd, wondering if that was a good Idea to leave Tiny back there. She met up with Tj in the woman's undergarments section and he gave her a briefing on the last things that Morocco needed to finish the kart. "He says he needs some gas and some oil, but for some reason he also needs rags and a lighter. "Sounds like we gone have some defense on that sucker." Angel said, clapping happily.

"I still don't see why we had to come to Mal-mart to get this done, we could have bought a go-kart and supped that up."

"Do you have money for one?"

"well no, but I-"

"Well you answered your own question, Now let's get the stuff."

The rounding up didn't take long (because of Tiny's sake). They swiped all the items on the 'shopping list', and met back up in the secret room that's next to the shopping kart storage room to give Morocco the goods. Morocco was waiting next to the door trying to slap a fly with his tail. "Hey Angel, did you two get what I wanted," He slapped his nose with his long tail. "ow. Ok, now that I have my necessary parts," He disapperd behind a white sheet and began talking and sticking things together. "Ladies and... Well, let's just leave it at that. " TJ yelled out. "HEY!"

"I have done, what no one stoned out of their mind would ever think of. Yes, I have created...TEH ULTIMATE SHOPPING KART!"

"Is that really what we goin' with?" TJ said, skeptically. "Yes, that's what ima call it. I even took the liberty to make weapons to aid us if we ever get heat from the rent-a-cops that snoop around this confusion we call a mall." TJ and Angel's faces lit up to see some new toys. They both ran to the weapon that suited them the most. TJ picked a makeshift flame thrower that was full of axe and gas. "OH yea...Ima burn something with this. Is this even legal?" Angel picked up a Super soaker with the power of a fire truck hose. "Probably not. Then again, nothing we do is completely 'legal'. Hey, what did you make for Tiny? You know if he see's our weapons, he's gonna want one." The young rat pulled of his gloves. "Of cores Tiny has a weapon," with a grunt, Morocco pulled out a makeshift chain gun and set it in the back of the kart. Tj and Angel looked at each other wide eyed, and then back at Morocco. "What? This fits him to but we needed to pick him up first. Morocco disappeared behind the white sheet and spoke. "You two. I present...our new wheels." He pulled the sheet down and out reveled himself and a bad ass ride (well, as bad ass, as make shift can be). The shopping kart had been put in the back so it would not restrict the speed. It had To Big mitchlem tires in the back and two smaller ones in the front, and the steering wheel was harden link chain with a clutch with an 8-ball on it. The seats were actually seats from other people's cars. Angel gave Morocco a pat in the back while TJ jumped into front seat, pretending to dive. Morocco bolted up-right, getting over the fact that Angel touched him. "Oh no. Oh nononono no, Back the hell up, Who said you could drive?"

"...But, I just got my licenses."

"I don't give a rats...you know what I mean." He pulled TJ out of the kart and angel giggled then Tiny's voice echoed out the radio. "You guys gotta pick me up," He cried. Morocco picked up his radio and put it to his ear to hear well. "Vern had a heart attack and their calling the real paramedics and the authorities because they think it's my fault. You guy's Gotta hurry!"

"What'd you do to get them on you?"

"I, uh, Kinda sat up after he fell over." Morocco grunted in frustration. He knew SOMETHING would go wrong in this whole damn operation. "Alright, looks like we got a little problem."

Tj spoke up. "The hell are you talking about, he's HUGE heheh. Alright we got a friend in trouble which could ultimately jeopardize this whole 'mission'. So do we know how we're gonna do this?" Angel took her powerful squirt gun, TJ picked up his flamer, and Morocco sat in the driver's seat and cranked up the kart. "Ok, let's go get our friend."

The end of chapter one