Baby Steps

The sun glittered warmly over Acme City, sparkling the concrete jungle with an ample application of heat and sunshine; not that Chaos coyote noticed from the dark, dimly lit garage he’d spent most of the day in. Normally, he’d have bunkered himself into the basement laboratory to get his work done, but Calamity had won the privilege of using it in an ill fated and poorly conceived contest between him and his younger brother and a game of Roshambo. Calamity went first. Still, aside from that minor setback and an ice pack later, Chaos had come across the realization of his dream. He had spent the majority of the day in the garage, his fingers clutching at a silvery screwdriver and his goggles hugging his face snuggly, all to finally clutch the bright, baby blue ray gun under his fingertips.

“Whatcha got there, Chaos?!” A cheerful, familiar voice echoed over his shoulder. The young coyote gave a sharp squeal, and nearly dropped the delicate blaster, before grasping it precariously in his paws. Behind the young canine genius was a smiling blue fox, standing with his hands behind his back and an inquisitive look etched across his face. Foxy.

“FOXY…Yeesh, don’t DO that…I almost dropped this thing.” Chaos whined before placing the ray gun on the bench in front of hm. Fox grinned sharply, and elbowed Chaos in the side, with a sly foxish grin.

“Come on, it’s almost seven…you know tonight we were gonna go out and get some…liquid bread.” He explained with an eager smile. Chaos just stared.

“You know Foxy, I…I hate to say this, but sometimes I really think you’re an alcoholic.” Chaos winced. Foxy laughed and shook his head, holding up both his paws in a dismissive gesture.

“No no, Chaos. Alcoholics go to meetings.” He pointed out. Chaos raised an eyebrow, but didn’t bother to approach an argument. Instead he simply reached up to adjust his goggles from his eyes to his forehead and grasped his new blaster under his fingers.

“Well I can’t. I’ve got to test this baby out. It’s a blaster that will instantly and immediately bend the spectrum of light around it’s target. That is to say, it’s an invisibility gun!” The puppy squealed happily. Foxy groaned and took a nervous step back, holding up both his hands.

“An…invisible gun? You erm…MADE that?” Foxy whimpered nervously, the blue fox wringing both his paws together while eyeing Chaos with an apprehensive grin. Chaos shot the vulpine a sharp sneer and crossed his arms.

“Yeah. I DID make it. I’m a genius AND a coyote…it’s in our blood to be clever and innovative. WHY?” The puppy barked. Foxy gave a sheepish grin and took another step back, feeling both his ears twitch and tumbled, laying back against his skull submissively.

“Nothing, Nothing it’s just…your inventions all have a tendency to violently explode after use. And before use. Mostly during use. ” He explained. Chaos rolled his eyes and glanced at the invisibility ray under his fingers for a moment, and then back towards Foxy.

“First of all, I had NO way of knowing that robot I made for toys for tots would have exploded like that. And in my defense, that toddler shouldn’t have been taunting him. Roboto was…sensitive.” The puppy snorted, crossing his arms with a grunt. Foxy rolled his eyes, and took another step back just incase, and beamed when he took note of the third of their trio crossing the doorway into the garage: Rush.

“Hey Foxy. Hey Chaos. So we goin’ out tonight to get snookered? I heard Foxy was buying!” Rush beamed happily. Foxy shook his head with a glum sigh, and jabbed his thumb in Chaos’ direction.

“Chaos says he’s gotta work on his new gadget.” The cobalt vulpine quipped. Rush raised an eyebrow, taking a step back.

“ Is this gonna be like that time at the orphanage? You know we’re still not allowed back there, right? Or in that state. ” The feline explained. Chaos gave a snarl and rolled his eyes.

“You screw up ONE fireworks show and you’re marked for life How was I supposed to know the place would burn that quickly?! Sheesh. Anyway, this is my new Rush gun. It’s designed specifically to make people named “Rush” smell less like a landfill made out of burning tires.” Chaos grinned wickedly. Rush seemed less then amused.

“Har har har. Chaos.” Rush growled quietly, claws extending from his fingertips.

“It’s funny cause it’s true!” Foxy suddenly quipped, squeaked, and then slapped his paws over his mouth. “Was that out loud?!”

“Relax kitty. It’s just an invisibility ray. I zap you, you turn invisible, you raid Prefecto Prep’s dorms for panties or something. “Chaos explained, pointing the beam towards Rush and firing a blast with complete and total confidence. Foxy’s mouth dropped open, and Chaos squealed, letting the gun dangle precariously from his fingertips. Rush was not invisible. In fact, Rush was very, very visible, just smaller…and seemed like he was only a few months old. Foxy glanced at Chaos. Chaos glanced at Foxy. Rush held up a sign.

“I’m going to kill you’ …Hmmm, I think he’s a trifle bit miffed.” Foxy squeaked, wringing his paws together nervously. Chaos, however, was beaming at his ray gun with bright, glimmering eyes.

“Ok, ok! Not an invisibility ray, sure, maybe some wires got crossed, but a fountain of youth…erm…gun! Foxy! Do you know how many people will buy this?! The babyfurs would pay through the nose! I’m sitting on a goldmine!” Chaos squealed happily, hopping from one side of the garage to the other, all while shaking both his money makers. Foxy simply gave a sigh and took a step back as baby Rush climbed up from the stool to the bench where Chaos had been sitting before. He held up a second sign.

“In all seriousness; I am going to MURDER you.” Said the sign. Chaos gave a light chuckle and twisted in his heels, grinning from ear to ear at Rush.

“Awww, ickle widdle Rush got a wet diaper? Maybe all cranky and needs a nap? Hmmm? Silly little kitty. I’m a sly coyote…remember I DID just turn you into a baby. And I need to keep you that way to study you and the effects of this raygun! Ha! What do you think you could possibly do to m-“ Chaos giggled, and stopped mid-sentence as Rush held up a butcher’s knife.

“…Sweet Georgia Brown, he’s going to murder me.” The coyote whimpered, Lil Rush stood up, snarling quietly, and was about to leap onto the other boy when a bright red car drove up from the drive way.

“Sweeeeeell. Pandora’s home.” Chaos groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He already knew it to be fact: The day was about to get much worse.



Drawn of course, by  ishoka And requested by  draegwolf featuring  Chaos_coyote And of course  Foxlover91