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Kitchen duty was oddly relaxing today. Marcus leaned against the wall on top of the counter as the hyena cooks passed out hostess cakes along with lunch to the line of inmates. The orca warden was celebrating another birthday and decided to reward his inmates for the continued peace inside his cell blocks. So far no murders had been committed, though several attempts were made, and wanted to keep it that way. Snack cakes weren't much, but anything free in prison was a god send. Just yesterday the skipper had spent most of his money on the prison's commissary. He had bought cans of tuna, crackers, and other snacks. After his three months stint at Lucas Correctional facility, he had stacks of ramen noodles, boxes of fruit snacks, and cases of pouch drinks among other various things. Two hundred and ninety dollars a month didn't really allow him a lot with the steep store prices.

The brown otter tugged on a bent whisker trying to straiten it as the hyenas divided up the remaining cakes. The otter looked up in time to get pummeled by a few as the group tossed him his cut.

"Quit day dreaming skip. Lunch is over," Cooky said trying to pelt him with another white wrapped snack.

The otter caught it in one paw and scooped up his other four shaking his head in disbelief.

"My day dreaming saves lives," he replied matter-of-factually.

Skipper marched behind his escort, the harlequin great dane c.o. Bruce, back to his cell block. He had built up a rapport with the dog in his short time and was able to converse back and forth freely with him. Today the skipper noticed Bruce was a little tense and didn't speak as they walked down the new looking grey cement. The dog nodded to the doberman guard and watched as the small skipper walked through. The skipper placed a paw on his chin thinking to himself as he walked into cell block F. He wondered if Bruce not talking was his way of showing their would be a search and seizure later and was mentally prepping. He had a few packs of cigarettes that he had smuggled in hidden away inside a hole he cut into his mattress. Along with a few rolled up porn magazines he still hadn't looked at. He still needed something to paw to when the time came and the "tits and ass" edition of Play Bunny did the trick. He would have to find a better place to hide his stash.

Dontae was sitting at a table with his feet propped up listening to a cd player. The red husky looked up grinning as the otter approached and pulled out his ear pieces.

"Sup captain, you look a little dry around the gills," the dog said leaning over and snagging a cake from the otter's arm.

The skipper stopped and grabbed a seat next to the husky laying his head on the white table top. He sighed and looked up at the dog.

"I know were in prison, but I'm bored. I need something to keep me busy," Marcus said tearing open a wrapper and biting into the cake.

"We could take down Lorenzo. Damn lion black mailed my new bitch. Now I'm bitch-less. Do you know what that does to a dog? To be bitch-less?" he whined placing his paw on his crotch.

Marcus looked up catching the eye of the large black maned lion. He licked his lips at the skipper and pulled his new little black Labrador close kissing him on the cheek. Dontae growled watching the pair and crossed his paws.

"He's so gross," Dontae groaned watching the big cat walk off with the dog's toy towards their cell.

Skipper chuckled and shook his head. "Young high school love triangle. Grow up Dontae or I'll sock you in the gut again."

The red dog grumbled getting up. With out a word the dog padded ears back against his head to his cell. The small otter sighed and watched the dog close his cell door behind him as Ace pulled up a chair. The medium sized pitbull was wearing his prison bottoms but no shirt. He leaned into the table keeping his voice down.

"I've been snooping for Dontae. I hate seeing him moping over a male. Its gross. Anyway, turns out his little black puppy is a drug source. He's got all kinds of pills. Vicodens, bars, Zanex. Lorenzo threatened to spill if the dog didn't submit to him," Ace finished plucking another cake from the otter.

"You don't say. I got a few canines in Cell block C that could use a little love in that department. Its always good to have a few loyal hounds in this hell hole. I'll see what I can do. I was getting bored anyway," he replied snatching his hostess back.

The skipper rested his head on his pillow staring up at the top bunk. There had to be a way for him to free the dog. "Then I could borrow him from Dontae," he thought thinking about the porn in his mattress. A blow every now and then would take the stress of his daily routine off. The otter took a deep breath and sighed wondering what to do. Lorenzo was a pretty big intimidating lion. He knew the dog wouldn't willingly cooperate with the fear of his life being an issue. Even with all the cats being declawed, he was still pretty dangerous. Marcus thought in his bed grinning from ear to ear with a plan. All he had to do was get the lion busted with some contraband and that would get him sent to solitary confinement. "He'd be back and coming for me then," he thought rolling over and staring at his own empty clawed paws. He had been declawed long ago and didn't have his natural weapons. Then it clicked inside the skipper's head.

Hopping out of his bed the otter swung open his cell door and bolted down the stairway. He waved at the doberman gate guard as he padded up.

"I need to get back to the kitchen real quick. I was just supposed to get a quick shower before starting dinner. Warden's birthday and all, were doing something special," the skipper said carefully bending the truth.

It was true they would be starting dinner later and serving a special meal for the inmates, but that wouldn't be till much later.

"Bruce is busy or I'd have him escort you. You fuck up while your outside this cell and I'll personally make you sorry," the doberman said picking up his roster and scribbling "kitchen" next to his name.

The doberman waved a paw up to the control room on the second floor and the gate slowly slid back.

"Got it boss," the otter said smiling disarmingly walking off down the hallway.

Cooky would flip if he knew what the skipper had in mind. Marcus looked around as he walked into the kitchen. Everyone had cleared out except for the fat hyena who was sipping on a plastic cup of coffee. He looked up and straitened his apron staring down at the small lutrinae.

"You want something don't you? What are you plotting," Cooky asked taking another sip eyeing the otter. "You get bored and you start that brain of yours."

The otter crossed his paws and let his tail thump down on the cold kitchen tile. He tweaked his bent whisker and nodded.

"I'll come right out and ask. I need a knife."

"What!" he snapped as if some one said his cooking was bad. "I'll get skinned by the warden if one of my kitchen wares comes up missing."

"Cooky, if you help me I can guarantee you a few more pain pills a week for that sore knee of yours. I'll even make sure know one knows it was you that helped me. I'm pretty crafty like that," the skipper grinned slyly.

"You better not ever come to me again for something like this. I've had this job for seven years" the hyena said walking over to his counter.

He reluctantly reached into a drawer and pulled out an ice pic. He looked it over and handed it to the otter.

"Your not getting one of my knives skipper. I don't want to know what your going to use this for. Just know the warden is really happy that no deaths have occurred," he said wrapping the ice pic in a towel and handing it to the otter.

"Thanks. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I can always bribe it back later," Marcus said saluting the hyena and placing the towel under his shirt taking back off towards Cell block F.

The small otter padded back to the cell gate and waved at the doberman. He looked up and frowned waving a paw.

"Cooky didn't want my help. He's got everything under control," the otter lied as the guard peered down at him.

The doberman looked down and raised a paw up causing the gate to slowly slide open. He watched the dog cross out his previous "kitchen". Marcus muttered a quick "Thanks" and scampered over to Dontae. The red and white husky was watching the pbs channel humming along to a show called "Arthur the aardvark" tapping a foot to the opening song. The otter crept up behind him and placed a paw on his shoulder.

"You can't sneak up on a dog," he whispered tapping his nose. "You still smell like this morning's oatmeal. With a hint of brown sugar," he said looking over his shoulder at the paw.

"Hush and hear me out. I need you to get Lorenzo and his toy out of their cell for a bit. Can you do that? If you can keep him busy we can take your dog back over to the dark side" he said waving a paw imitating a Jedi master.

"What is going on in that cute little head of yours. You look so innocent and cuddly to be so devious and conniving," the husky chuckled standing up. "How much time do you need."

"Thirty seconds. When your done I need some one to place a bag in the bathroom for me. Have it taped underneath a sink."

The husky nodded bounded up the stairs towards Ace's cell. The husky winked to a collie guard on the way up and motioned for Ace to come over. The shirtless dog walked over and leaned in as the husky explained. The dog sighed rubbing his temples. He nodded apprehensively and crept over to the lion's cell. He looked over at the husky who mouthed "Do it" before grabbing the handle and pulling it open. He stuck his head in and took a breath.

"The skipper is offering snack cakes if you want them. He said the head feline should get first dibs," Ace said smoothly to the sitting lion with the black lab in his lap.

"Did he now? I know that damn otter is trying to score a favor with me. I see him flaunting his small power with the guards. Fine, I'll indulge the little schemer. Where is he?" the lion said cocking an eye brow as he petted his toy.

"He's down at the tv area. He's got three of em' left," the dog added as the golden furred lion rose pushing the dog off of him.

Lorenzo grabbed his dog by the wrist and dragged him out of the cell down towards the entertainment area. He always made a show of control over the dog. He spotted the small skipper sitting next to Dontae and snaked his way through the other inmates towards them. The lion sat his dog down in the back row and sat down on the right side of Marcus.

"What do you want skipper. I know how you operate. Nothing from you is free. You like favors," the lion said staring down at the otter.

Marcus slipped the cakes into the lion's lap and shook his head. "Such a prideful beast. How do you know I'm not just being nice'," the otter said shrugging.

"You little snake. You brought me down here to steal my drugs didn't you?" the lion said getting up and walking towards the stairs. "Sorry Skipper, you'll never find them. Thanks for the cakes though."

The lion laughed evilly ripping open the wrapper and downing a cake in two bites. He passed Ace on the stairs and bared his fangs at the dog.

"Find what you were looking for," he said shoving the dog making him stumble the rest of the way down the stairs.

Ace growled catching his balance at the bottom and quickly rushed over to the pair. The pitbull gave the thumbs up. Now they just had to wait.

An hour and a half later the correctional officers came swiftly through the cell gate and called for a "Shake down". He saw Bruce the great dane come rushing through with the rest of the gang to search and seize. Pillows, blankets, and other personal belongings were tossed to the floor as the guards plowed through. The skipper watched with a smile as the guards finished the bottom tier. He watched mattresses get shredded and checked along with the gaps in the walls and in the toilets. The skipper was glad they were being thorough. He needed that. Dontae wasn't too happy. He had lost a pack of smokes and his "Bad Bitch" porn magazine in the first round of the search. The skipper patted his arm softly trying to comfort the angry pooch at their table.

The CO's moved up the stairs to the second floor and raided each cell. They stopped in Lorenzo's cell and Marcus beamed from ear to ear as they shredded through his things. His tail was almost sweeping the floor in happiness as a rottweiler guard came out holding the ice pic by its black handle.

"Lorenzo what's this," the rottie said holding it up for him to view.

"That's not mine. I swear," the lion said shaking his head back and forth.

"Tell it to the warden cat," the guard said grabbing the lion and hauling him down the stairs.

"I was set up. It's not MINE!" he roared as two more guards grabbed the struggling cat.

They brought him down the stairs kicking and struggling the whole way. The skipper laughed softly as the lion came fighting down. He saw the smile on the skipper's face causing the lion's eyes to widen.

"You slimy little dirty water dog. You set me up. Wait till I get back. I'm going to rip your head off," he snarled as the gate opened and he was dragged away to the "hole".

Dontae shook his head and looked down at the little otter. "You didn't? Remind me to stay on your good side you little schemer," he laughed wiping his eye free.

"Best part about my little plan is, the warden transfers anyone caught with weapons. He won't let his perfect year of no deaths go down the drain for one lion. Whether it's a new cell block or a new prison, we wont be seeing him again," the skipper said looking around for the black lab.

The skipper spotted the dog sitting against the wall on the bottom tier and padded over. The skipper leaned against the wall and crossed his paws over his chest.

"So I guess the food chain says you belong to Dontae now. Any complaints," the otter said balling up a furry brown fist.

The dog shook his head no and shuffled his way back towards the tables where the red husky sat. The dog smiled and raised an arm and the lab sat on his lap and rested against his chest.

"Back where you belong," Dontae said squeezing the dog.

The skipper rolled his eyes and sat on the other side of the table. He leaned his head on the top and looked at the lab. "I got dibs tomorrow."