Fluff vs Fluff.
Paw vs Paw.
Squint vs Squint.
Ridiculously small limbs flailed. Fur was flying. Mocchi bobbed dangerously low, a paw almost brushing the ground. They struggled, tipping end over end, swinging madly around the room. Squeaks clashed in a horrific cacophony, raising to a fever pitch until-
"Get off me, kupo!"
Mocchi swung wildly, flinging herself at the wall. Both mole and moogle landed with a barely perceptable pomf.
As the barely disturbed dust settled, Speckles stirred. He pushed himself up on one paw, opened his eyes, and then closed them again. "Squeak."
A shadow fell across him. He quivered, pushing himself up onto his trembling hind feet. Mocchi floated across from him, panting, hammer drawn.
Silence fell as they considered each other. Mocchi's paws were shaking. She watched the mole's nose quiver, slowly raising her weapon above her head.
[BONK]
Quick as a flash, the mole disappeared into a gap in the floorboards.
"Oh, kupo it."
Director: Does it worry you that you were bested by a mole? How will you hope to keep up?
Mocchi: *deadpan* Does it worry you that you are directing reality tv, Kupo? How will you hope to get awards?
Mocchi span around, flinging her hammer back into the room. It flew straight past Spinacia's head as they struggled over the case and hit cage between his eyes.
"Ow. That was just uncalled for!" Cage blinked back tears as a red lump appeared on his forehead, just begging for a white plaster X. His momentary flinch allowed Cia to thrust him backwards, and flick a button on her reciever. "Team B, we have Cage Prime. Requesting-" she ducked under a particularly vicious kick, "that you get your asses over here right now. "
Only a few moments passed, and Dyre was already emerging through the door. "Cia, Mocchi. The others are on the way." Her cool green eyes scanned the room. "What's the situation?"
"We need-" duck "-to fix-" punch"the declaration of independence!"
"We're going to need a hell of a lot more government officials, then."
"And a time machine, kupo!" Mocchi rummaged in her bag.
"Not what I mean!" Cia span, kicking cage square in the chest. "It's filled with.... male genitalia."
Dyre advanced on the case as the brawl moved away. "Well, you can dislike the american founders all you like, but there's no reason to call names-oh." She peered through the glass. "Well, that's not great."
Cia pinned mega-cage, one hand on her reciever muttering to herself. "Okay. Yes. Yes. Yup. Gotcha. Mmhm. That's fine. Okay." She twisted cage's arm up above his head and punched him in the stomach. "Bye."
"What did Evoltrick say?" Dyre was fiddling with the catches on the case. "Mocchi, give me a hand?"
"What? No, that was the pizza delivery gu-" her eyes glazed over for a second. "I mean, of course, the Subway: Eat Fresh™ Sandwich Artist. They're out of pepperoni." Cia slammed cage into a display case. "But headquarters said earlier to remove the.... indescretions."
Dyre only just barely ducked as a hand- a whole arm, actually- flew over her head. "A hand, Kupo!"
"Is all you do throw things?"
"I'm pretty great at dancing, too."
Dyre shook her head, grabbing the arm off the floor. "Isn't this...."
"How we don't leave evidence. Let me show you, kupo." Mocchi bobbed closer, and stuck her paw into the lock. A few jiggles and the top popped open, and Dyre lifted it up and away. Mocchi took the arm back and positioned herself over the case, flapping madly. "Okayyyy, I can't see very well." She peered past her puffy tummy. "You're going to have to guide me."
"Oh god. I hate these things. Uh. Down. Left. More left. Stop. Down. Down. There, can you grab it?"
Mocchi yanked on a lever, and slowly started lifting.
"Wow, it's working! Up- up- oh, bugger. I'm pretty sure these things are rigged."
The declaration slipped from Mocchi's metal fingers and landed back in the case.
Dyre's fingers drummed impatiently against her thigh as she guided mocchi for a second and a third time. On the forth try, Mocchi remembered to flick another lever to increase grip strength.
Behind them, Cage roared. "THE DECLARATION IS MINE." Cia kicked him in the jaw, but it was too late.Thousands of voices replied in kind as every Cage in the city suddenly swung and rushed the building.
Mocchi and Dyre looked up to see the hurriCage approaching the door.
"Oh Kupo."
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