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In the bright blue-sky morning, a car pulled up in front of a white two-story house on the outskirts of Glurfsburg. The wheat swayed in the gentle breeze as the tinted window on the passenger side was rolled down, revealing it to be Michael sitting on the passenger while Goat was driving. Jean perched on the fox's shoulder, staring intensely at the house along with the fox and the goat.

"Is that the house?" Jean asked both of his animal friends.

Michael pulled up a torn piece of paper and examined it for a brief moment. It read: 1534 N. Gruff Ave.

Michael gazed back up at the two-story white house. "Yeah, this is it."

When Michael was about to get out of the car, Goat put his hoof on the fox's shoulder. Michael quickly turned his head to look at his friend.

"You take the front, I'll take the back," Goat instructed quietly.

"Who gets the side?" Jean questioned with a raised brow.

Goat gave a deadpan stare at the mouse. "No one. Michael, you got the plan?"

"Yep, got it," Michael answered with a bright grin.

Goat nodded his head in understanding. "Alright. Let's go."

The animals got out of the car. Goat snuck around the back while Michael approached the front door as a normal person would.

In case, you didn't know, the animals were investigating a burglar who stole a bag of green eggs from a chicken's coop from a farmer who relied heavily on those eggs for profit. So, our new agents are taking the case.

Michael stepped up on the wooden porch while Jean glanced at the fox.

"I'll take the side just in case," Jean whispered to Michael and scurried away to go to the side of the house. Michael took a deep breath and knocked on the screen door.

There's no response. Michael cleared his throat while pounding on the door. "BADGUYS, open up!"

A sudden clattering noise alerted the fox while Michael kicked down the door. He barged through the house to notice the side door left swinging open.

"Son of a yip!" Michael cursed while heading out the side door. He noticed Jean scurrying up and down on a fox with a black ninja suit on and carrying a bag of eggs. He made an immediate bolt through the wheat field with Goat chasing after him. Michael joined in the chase as he sprinted through the field. He couldn't see where he's going or where the fox criminal was but he knew that he must be close. He could smell it.

Meanwhile, Goat grunted to get through this blinding field only to chase after the burglar.

"You'll never catch me!" The fox burglar shouted at the top of his lungs.

Goat smirked and stifled a chuckle. "Keep shouting like that and let's see how fast I can catch you!"

Of course, Goat lost the criminal in the field.

Michael finally got through the field and leaped to what he thought was the criminal. But it's not...it's Goat. Accidentally, he tackled Goat out in the open with him on top of his friend and claws jabbed into the dirt. He couldn't get up from his position. Goat widened his eyes a bit while Michael chuckled nervously with a blush in embarrassment.

"Uh...sorry," Michael uttered while growling at himself for making a stupid mistake.

Goat chuckled and smiled with a small blush. "It's fine."

Suddenly, the fox criminal was yelping like an alarm going off, causing both of the animals to look up at him. They noticed Jean biting the criminal's wrist to drop the bag of eggs.

"Get this thing off of me! Get it off!" The criminal shouted while Goat and Michael exchanged brief glances at each other.

"Net?" Goat quickly inquired. Michael struggled to get the net but realized that his paws were glued to the ground from his claws.

"P-Pocket," Michael responded hesitantly.

Goat dug his hoof into Michael's pocket and took out a net gun to shoot the net at the fox burglar. The burglar was caught in the net with Jean but the mouse scurried out with a victory screech.

"Yes! We got him!" Jean yelled triumphantly while noticing Michael on top of Goat. "Uh...what are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," Goat answered blankly while sticking the net back into Michael's pocket. He glanced at Michael, who's just frozen in position. "You know, you can get up now, zorro."

Michael noticed his position while struggling to get up to his feet. "Uh...I can't. My claws were stuck in the dirt and I can't pull them out with breaking them by pure accident--"

Goat rolled his eyes, grabbed Michael by the fur of his chest with his hooves, and pushed him up for him to stand on his feet. Both of them were standing on their feet while Goat was standing on his hind legs to reach Michael's height with a smirk.

"See? Problem solved," Goat responded while getting back on all fours and trotted towards the criminal.

Michael took a moment to process what just happened and blushed a bit. "Uh...okay. That just happened."

Michael and Goat approached the criminal, who's struggling to get out of the net.

"What the heck?! How in the heck was the mouse part of the force?!" The fox criminal shouted with an aggressive tone.

Jean growled while clenching his teeth. "None of your business."

Michael picked up the bag of eggs. "I'll take the eggs back to the chicken coop."

"You do that. I'll get this punk," Goat replied with a growl, not intentionally at Michael.

The fox criminal immediately recognized Michael. "Hey, aren't you that vegan fox from down south?!"

Michael widened his eyes immediately and turned his head with shock.

Goat didn't acknowledge the criminal's recognition while cuffing him in handcuffs.

Jean raised his brow. "What is he talking about, mon ami?"

"Yeah, I know you. You're that one fox dating that one chicken, aren't you?" The fox questioned while Goat stood him up abruptly on his feet.

"So what he's dating a chicken?" Goat grumbled, glaring at the criminal.

"So what? Oh, I'll tell you so! He's stupid for even thinking that he'll ever find love with that dumb brain of his," The criminal fox insulted Michael. Michael tried not to get emotional while Jean pet the fox's neck.

"Ignore him. He's not worth listening to," Jean whispered to Michael.

"Uh...how did he get into this whole B.A.D.G.U.Y.S force? Did he take a dumb-dumb course--?"

Goat pointed a pistol up to the criminal's chin with a growl. "Throw one more insult. I dare you."

His hoof was on the trigger, ready to pull if the criminal was going to open his mouth. The criminal sealed his lips immediately, intimated by the sudden threat. Goat shifted his attention to Michael, who seemed shocked at Goat's actions.

"Get the eggs back to the chicken coop, Michael. I'll worry about this punk," Goat reminded Michael of his duties softly.

Michael nodded his head in understanding while sauntering through the field while Goat guided the criminal back to the car with a gun pointed at his back.

~.~

Michael strolled towards the chicken coop that the eggs were stolen from, which was surprisingly not far from where they were.

Jean noticed Michael's frown with a concerned look. "What the criminal said about you is absolute crap."

"He's right. I used to fall in love with a chicken and I am stupid--"

"No, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No. You're probably one of the smartest foxes I've known. You're the first fox who joined the B.A.D.G.U.Y.S force. That's something that the criminal himself doesn't have."

"Yeah...you're right but...what if--?"

"No what-ifs, Michael. Whatever you did back then, whatever reputation you have back then...that's all gone now," Jean stated with a small reassuring smile. "In fact, you get to live a better life than that criminal...right?"

Michael pondered for a moment. Jean's right, he did have everything that he could ever want. He wanted people and a group he felt at home...like a real home. The warmth and the belonging. All of it was nice. But...what if that doesn't last? What if he craves for more? That's something that scared Michael to his core.

"Right," Michael responded with a fake smile.

Jean nodded his head. "See? Now, let's get these eggs back to the farmer."

"Alright."

Michael entered the chicken coop full of sleeping hens and roosters and placed all the eggs in the proper place. He sighed heavily, seeing his reflection on the green eggs. He didn't know how it was possible but the more he looked at it, the more his heart was shattering from the thought of that stupid farmer fox he was back then. Jean noticed and rubbed Michael's neck.

"Let's go, friend," Jean uttered softly.

Michael nodded his head in agreement and sauntered back towards the exit until he noticed a familiar hen waking up to the sound of his footsteps. She gasped a bit while Michael widened his eyes in recognition.

"Sandra?" Michael gasped a bit.

"Michael?" Sandra, the green hen, answered.

Michael smiled in relief. "Hey. Um...you look nice."

"Look, you're not getting me back," Sandra growled a bit with her brows furrowed.

"I'm not here to get you back. I...guess I understood why you broke up with me."

"Because--"

"Because I'm a fox?"

"Not only that...but you're not the right one for me."

"I know that," Michael responded softly. "I wished I was though."

"Well, you never were. You're stupid and incompetent," Sandra snarled, waking the other hens and roosters.

Michael drooped his ears down with a saddened gaze at the hen. "I-I only wanted to give you nice things."

"Ugh, it's that stupid fox," One of the hens gossiped to the rooster next to her.

Jean twitched his round ears. "I think we should get out of here."

Almost all of the hens and roosters noticed the eggs in a proper place in the coop but...with Michael holding an empty bag...they could connect the dots easily.

"He's trying to steal our eggs!!! Get him!" One of the hens shouted while the chickens began to gobble in unity about the fox stealing the egg.

"Wait! You got the wrong idea! He's not stealing the eggs!" Jean tried shouting over their gobbling, defending Michael. Michael slowly backed out of the coop, befuddled about the situation.

"Wait! I'm not going to--!" Suddenly, someone tackled Michael from out of nowhere. Jean flew off of Michael's shoulder with a squeak while Michael was pinned down on the floor.

Before Michael could explain or see what's going on, a fist connected to his jaw rapidly. The fox took an impact of the hit from another fox who's more muscular than he was. Jean glanced up and scurried up into the muscular fox's shirt and pitter-pattered up and down to make him get off of Michael. The muscular fox stood abruptly while Michael got back to his feet.

"Sir, let me explain--"

Suddenly, two more foxes tackled Michael and pinned him against the wall across from the chicken coop. Jean climbed out of the muscular fox's shirt and onto his shoulder.

"Listen! Michael wasn't trying--!"

The muscular fox knocked Jean off of his shoulder, causing the mouse to crash onto the ground again but this time, passed out.

"Jean!" Michael screamed while a fist punched him in the eye, leaving behind a black eye.

"Yeah! Get him!" The hens and roosters cried simultaneously while the muscular fox threw a lot more punches at Michael's face.

Michael couldn't muster enough words to explain what happened.

~.~

Meanwhile, Goat shoved the punk criminal fox into the vehicle. While cuffing the criminal on the safety bar so he wouldn't get away, Goat noticed a tattoo in his hand. It's a circle with the two snakes crossing each other like an X mark. It looked familiar but he couldn't recall from where it was before.

"It's a nice looking tattoo. Where did you get it?" Goat asked while tightening the cuffs so that it wouldn't be so loose.

"None of your business," The fox criminal snarled while spitting at Goat's face. Normally Goat would punch the living daylights out of someone if they ever did that but he didn't.

"You know, it will become my business soon," Goat growled while wiping the spit off of his face.

"Why does that fox have any worth to ya? You know he's stupid too--"

Goat pointed his pistol at the criminal as a reminder of what he said before. "What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of complete and utter silence."

The fox criminal sealed his lips and the silence emerged. Until Goat heard shouting voices from a distance.

Goat craned his head and turned around to notice where the shouting was coming from.

"JEAN!!" Goat heard Michael crying out while shutting the car door. He turned swiftly towards the criminal.

"Be a good boy and stay," Goat instructed sarcastically like he's talking to a misbehaved dog and put duct tape over the fox's mouth. "There. Now you won't talk."

Goat rushed off with an automatic rifle in his hooves.

The fox criminal rolled his eyes while mumbling something incoherent.

~.~

Michael's face was bruised up. There were cuts on his cheek and bottom lip and both of his eyes were blackened. He was shoved onto the ground next to Jean, who woke up to the sound and saw Michael hurt.

"Sacrebleu! Michael!" Jean squeaked while noticing Michael barely awake. He glared up at the three foxes beating his friend up. "Listen to me! Michael wasn't stealing the eggs!!! He just put them back! I saw!"

"Don't listen to him! He's on the stalker fox's side!" One of the roosters bellowed.

"Michael is not a stalker!!" Jean screamed, just to get them to listen.

"Stalker, eh--?" the muscular fox growled at Michael, who's barely looking up at him.

"He used to date with Sandra!" The other hen shouted to her claim.

The muscular fox widened his eyes while drawing his brows together. "Son of a yip!" He kicked Michael in the face, causing the injured fox to grunt.

Jean growled while charging at the muscular fox but the muscular fox kicked the mouse away from them.

Michael just laid on the ground, too weak to fight back against the three of the other foxes. The foxes kicked him in the gut non-stop, not giving Michael a chance to get up and explain himself. It seemed endless until he heard a round of shots fired.

The foxes turned their attention towards Goat, holding an automatic rifle with a pissed-off look on his face. He pointed the dangerous gun at the three foxes.

"Go ahead, kick him one more time! I dare you!" Goat growled with a glare at the foxes beating his friend up. One fox gave Michael a kick in the gut. Goat took a shot and a bullet crashed onto the fox's arm, causing him to yelp in pain. Goat cocked his gun again and pointed at the other two.

"Anyone else?!" Goat barked aggressively at them. The other two stood down along with their main leader. "Good! Beat it before I get trigger happy!"

The foxes stood there, frozen in fear.

"I'll give you till the count of three! One!"

The three foxes zoomed back to their farmhouse, earning a smirk from Goat.

"Figures," Goat muttered to himself while glaring at the chicken coop. "You mind your own business."

Goat put his gun away and checked on Michael, who was bruised everywhere.

"Michael...Michael, are you okay?" Goat asked softly while Jean shook his head to gain consciousness and climbed up on Goat's head.

"They were accusing him of stealing eggs," Jean pointed at the hens and roosters. "That's what started this whole fight."

Goat glared at the chicken coop with his eyes flared up. He let it slide and focused back on Michael, who looked at him with a half-smile formed on his face.

"H-Hey, Goat," Michael greeted while his voice was crack.

Goat shushed Michael. "I have med-kits for you. Can you walk?"

"Maybe."

"Here, let me help you up."

Michael put his arm over Goat's neck while Goat stood on his hind legs so that he could help the fox to walk. Michael could barely walk, leaning onto Goat more as Goat guided the fox back to the car. Jean climbed on top of Michael's head and sat there to focus on what was ahead.

Michael groaned in pain. "Man, I never got beaten up like that before."

"I have...it's not fun," Goat responded, trying to cheer his fox partner up.

Michael giggled at Goat's response, letting Goat smile a bit.

"Man, you have a lot of experience, do you?" Michael replied while trying to stick with that half-smile of his.

Goat shifted his focus ahead with a soft smile. "You'd be surprised."

Jean darted his gaze back and forth between Michael and Goat. Clearly, his gut feeling was telling him that something was up. 

To Be Continued...