Authors Note: My sixth series fanfic. My apoligies to those who are still awaiting the next instalment of "In a different Timeline, far away from Reality", but I'd like to continue my series as well and I will get back on it, sometime. Thanks to Loki for spell checking and Indy for rating. Rated high PG for suggestiveness and intensive scenes. Here goes.
It's A Jungle Out There
By CD
Part One
It was a normal day in the metropolis of New York, and a normal day for a certain
couple of chipmunks.
“Better watch out Mercy, you’re at the end of your life!” Philip
warned his older sister.
“Hah, you won’t catch me!” she replied while fumbling with the
controls of a rodent sized game pad.
“We’ll see about that,” Philip replied and quickly manipulated
the controls of his joystick.
“Your fireballs won’t hurt me, I can simply jump over them,”
Mercy countered before there was a loud bang from the TV and Mercy’s expression
changed.
“Maybe you should have jumped upward instead of backward, by moving forward
I gave your jump the space it needed so you ended up landing on my fireball
after all,” Philip educated his sister as his character took a victory
stance.
“Alright, you win…again,” Mercy admitted and put her controller
down.
“That was fun, what do we do now?” Philip asked eagerly as he turned
off the computer.
“I know something. It’s big fun, believe me,” Mercy said mysteriously
as an evil smile formed on her face.
“What is it, what is it?” her brother asked eagerly.
“Cleaning your room, that’s fun!”
“Aw, Mercy!” he complained, not really understanding what was so great
about cleaning.
“No,” she said, understanding full well what her brother meant.
“What’s so fun about that? It’s boring!”
“Maybe, but would you rather do it when we come home from our vacation?”
Mercy asked, referring to their trip to Saudi Arabia they would start tomorrow.
“I’ll be too tired then, so it will have to wait a little longer,”
Philip dismissed the argument.
“Precisely, and the longer it stays that way the higher the chances are
we get sick. A mess tends to mess up people as well, you know. So we had better
clean up before things get dirtier. And no protest or I’ll get dirty,”
Mercy insisted.
“What’s the use, things will get filthy again anyway,” the youngster
complained, but did as he was told.
In a hideout located in the sewers a shady group was discussing its dark deals.
“It seems our bid for total control failed, ‘cause you lost your henchman.
You’se are pathetic!” a brown furred rat in a red gangster suit lamented.
“Hey, it’s not like I scared him off! He simply split, that’s
all,” his gray furred counterpart defended.
“That’s all, that’s all…you’re not taking this serious
are youse?” the other replied.
“Just argue youse two, it’s not going to get our men back,” a
third joined in, dressed in a green suit similar to those of the other rats.
“What we’re dealing with here is a major desertion problem, other
gangs are losing their hoods as well,” Rat Capone revealed.
“No kidding, even Fat Cat had one of his goons abandon him. That means
someone is either really stupid or willing to risk his life in exchange for
a new job,” Francis added.
“Then what are you’se accusing me of?”
“Shut up youse two and listen to me,” Thomas interrupted. “If
we are to get Boris and Leonard back we need to find out were they went. We’re
not going to lose our men now that we’re ready for a take-over. Now, does
any of you has an idea were to start searching?”
“Leonard said he wanted his job back at the arms dealing racket, you know,
those guys from Brazil who supplied weapons to various crime organizations around
the world,” Capone recalled.
“Brazil, huh? Then I suppose we should get ourselves a ticket to Brazil
and find those two. But where exactly was this organization located?” Thomas
requested.
“The Rescue Ranger ratted them out to the AP, so I guess we’ll have
to look into the law enforcement branch for that information,” Rat Capone
suggested and grabbed the horn of his 30’s styled telephone.
A young AP officer, a male mole, grabbed the horn of his telephone to answer
whoever called him.
“Yeah, AP station, who is it?”
“Yes, I-” the caller began in a gruff voice but interrupted himself
“I have heard that your group has been working together well with the Rescue
Rangers, is that right?” a feminine voice continued.
The mole never heard such a lovely voice before; it really enchanted him. “Yeah”
He answered, dreaming about how this lady would look like.
“I was wondering, if it’s not to much trouble, could you please tell
me about that weapon smuggler gang they mopped up?” she asked eagerly.
“Sure, hold on minute,” the mole replied and rummaged through a file
cabinet to find what his caller was looking for.
“Thanks,” the caller replied after she/he got the info, this time
in a gruff voice, and hung up. The mole just shrugged and continued scanning
some serious reports.
Chip answered a telephone call and was surprised to hear it was Officer Rensen,
who had been promoted to Chief of Police.
“Chip, we got a case for you. We got some reports about a growing number
in serious crimes, mostly illegal weapon possession. Another thing that bothers
us, but more on the international category, is that we lost contact with AP
forces outside country. Can we get some help from your team on that? I know
it has never been a habit of the AP to call upon ‘vigilantes’, but
keep in mind we got quite a change in the system ever since we lost Chief Judgeson
and the Strongarm family.”
“Sure,” Chip shrugged, “but where to start? I mean, you just
called me and expect me to input an answer to your problem as if it were a crossword
puzzle or something asked on ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’.”
“Yes, that wasn’t very thoughtful, but if you and your team can come
over here we can give you a more serious view on the situation,” Rensen
added and hung up.
“Sound like a case, I’d better get the others,” Chip figured,
and went off to find the other Rangers.
“Well, it’s like this…” Rensen started. “It seems
the number of weapon-owning rodents is growing. Many of them don’t have
a license, and most of them are criminals as well. We’re a bit afraid that
if it keeps up at this pace we’ll get no-go areas in this city.”
“What about this lost contact thing?” Chip asked, seeing a connection
between the two cases.
“We’re now unable to get any replies from Brazil, The Republic of
South Africa, Ecuador, Colombia and Sri Lanka. Very strange, seeing as we always
had good ties with those countries.”
“Brazil you said? Remember that Zipper got us the address of a smuggler
gang from there?” Chip reminded the Chief.
“Oh my god, can it be they regrouped or something?”
“Well, that explains the increased number of armed rodents,” Dale
explained, looking at the map at the wall to see were Sri Lanka was located.
“But why would those blighters have anything to do with the lost contact
between Africa and the rest o’ Latin America?” Monty wondered as he
too checked the map as if it would give him any answers.
“Maybe they want to expand their market. You know the AP can put a damper
on their trade when the police starts finding shiploads of weaponry,” Geegaw
reasoned as he joined Monty and Dale to study the map, so he would be prepared
when they actually had to fly to South America.
“That might have been a good reason for them to rub them out,” Chip
responded, slamming his fist in his palm.
“Then I guess it’s up to you to go to Brazil and try to reestablish
contact with the AP, or whatever justice system has replaced it,” Rensen
suggested.
“Take note that maybe there aren’t any crimefighters left in there,”
Chip explained before turning to Zipper. “Do you still remember the address
of those gun runners?”
Zipper nodded and flew over to the map, and placed his hand at an island north
of Brazil, west of a city named Belém.
“You think you can fly us there Geegaw?” Chip asked the elder mouse.
“Not exactly close, but we can make it with the Screaming Eagle,”
He explained.
“Good, then we should get ready for our flight, we’ll leave tomorrow.
First we should get home and start packing, Rescue Rangers Away!”