"Foxglove's Return"

Written by: Toni the Mink

Commissioned by: RyanWolfSEAL

All characters (c) Disney

There was much noise coming from Gadget's lab, so Chip decided to investigate.

"Gadget?" he asked as he knocked on her door. When there was no answer, Chip decided to open the door and have a peek in…

… and was surprised to see a Black Hawk helicopter inside.

"Holy moly!" he cried out to himself.

A hatch opened on the side, and Gadget's head poked out. "Huh? Oh hey, Chip!" she beamed, "Surprised?"

"I'll say!" Chip replied, stepping closing and examining the helicopter, "How did you fit a Black Hawk inside our tree?!"

Gadget chuckled. "It's not a real Black Hawk, silly," she responded, "It's an RC toy I found in someone's garbage. Come inside, let me show you something!"

Gadget disappeared into the helicopter, and Chip followed through the hatch. He was brought right to the console area. "This used to be the handheld radio controller," Gadget explained, "The whole toy was shot when I came across it. I dragged it here and fixed her right up. And with the controller inside, it'll operate like an actual Black Hawk! Y'know, only mouse-sized."

"Impressive!" Chip looked down at the console, then over to the blonde mouse. How could someone so beautiful also have so much brains? Gadget was perfect in every way possible…

An idea struck Chip. "Y'know, Gadget," he smiled seductively, "It's pretty roomy in this copter…"

Gadget nodded, as she looked over the controls. "Uh huh," she replied, "Enough room for all four of us, and then some. Won't it be nice to have a little leg room?"

"Yeah," Chip said cooly, inching closer to Gadget, "But for now… Notice it's only the two of us here?"

Gadget looked up and around. "Yeah," she said, "Maybe I should grab Dale and Monty, and show this to them too."

"I was thinking we could be… alone for a little while longer…"

Gadget blinked. "Oh? Why's that?"

"I'll show you…" Chip moved forward, ready to press his lips against her's, when-

"Hey Chi- MMPH!"

Dale popped in from nowhere between the two, and Chip ended up kissing his lips instead. The two quickly pulled back, gagging and spitting in disgust.

Gadget laughed at the sight. "Serves you right for not asking permission first."

Chip was agitated, but could never take it out on Gadget, so he released his anger all out on Dale instead. "What do you want, you bone-head?"

"Pardon me, oh fearless leader!" Dale seethed, trying to wipe the "Chip-germs" out of his mouth, "But Zipper just came to us, saying he heard distress calls outside! Someone was being chased! He went ahead to follow, while I grabbed you two!"

"Then we don't have time to waste!" said Gadget as she ran out the hatch, "We'll have to take the Ranger Plane. The Black Hawk isn't ready to fly just yet."

Dale glared over at Chip. "What were you two doing in here anyway?" he questioned.

"Nothing… thanks to you," Chip hissed, as he grabbed Dale by the shirt and yanked him out, "Rescue Rangers away!"

As all four rangers took to the sky in the Ranger Plane, they soon came across Zipper, flying back frantically and jabbering the situation to everybody.

"Did you say Fat Cats' goons?" said Chip. The little fly nodded. "Where are they holding her?"

Zipper jabbered some more, pointing down the street towards the park, before motioning them to follow him as he took off ahead.

"Follow him, Gadget!" said Chip.

"Got it!" Gadget full-throttled the plane and followed the fly towards the park.

"Heeeeere batty-batty-batty!" Meeps knocked on the side of the tree stump that they had cornered their victim in.

"Oh sure," Wart snorted, crossing his arms, "Just ask politely and I'm sure she'll just come out and give herself up."

"Well, at least I'm trying," said Meeps.

Snout held up a long gun. "Just hurry up and find a way to chase her out," he said, "I've wasted so many nets trying to grab her, and I only got one left. Once she shoots upward, I've got a clear shot!"

"You know I can hear you from inside," a low, female voice called from inside the stump.

Meeps whacked Snout in the head. "Quiet, you dummy!" he scolded, "She'll hear our plan!"

"I'm pretty sure I know what the plan is," the girl replied.

"Uhh….any other ideas?" Mole glanced up at his colleagues, who gave clueless shrugs.

"We're just gonna hafta chase her out regardless," said Wart.

"Chase?" Mole grinned, "Oh boy! Leave it to me!" He squatted down, ready to run. Snout aimed the net-gun high, ready to shoot when their victim went up.

"Ready, Mole?" Wart grinned. The overweight mole nodded eagerly. "On your mark… Get set…"

*SPLASH!*

"HEEEEEEY!" the four cried out as they were suddenly bombarded with water balloons. They glared up to see the Ranger Plane hovering over them.

"It's the Rescue Rangers!" Mole cried.

"Get'em!" shouted Meeps.

In response, Snout shot his gun at the plane, which shot a net… and was easily evaded.

"You nitwit!" Wart screamed, "That was our last net!"

"And we've got plenty of water bombs where that came from!" Chip called down from above, "Incoming!"

More water balloons dropped down on their heads. Meeps ran for it, since being a cat, he hated water the most.

"Meeps, get back here!" Wart gave chase, with Mole and Snout not far behind.

"And now for the finale," Gadget grinned as she pulled a lever. One last water balloon dropped on the henchmen… a massive balloon, big enough to not only drench them, but carry them down the street and down a storm drain.

The Ranger Plane landed by the tree stump, and all four rangers climbed out. "Hey!" Dale called, "Coast is clear! You okay in there?"

"Dale?"

The chipmunk blinked, confused. How did she know who he was?

The next thing he knew, he was being tackled to the ground by a small, pink-furred bat. "I don't believe it!" she chimed, "You came to save me! I'm so happy to see you again!"

"Foxy?" Dale cried, sitting up for a better look. The bat backed up a bit as Dale looked her up and down. Dale then grinned widely and returned the hug, "Foxy!"

"Dale!" Foxglove gleamed.

The other three approached as the two friends finally let go. "Foxglove!" said Gadget, "Good to see you again!"

"Too right!" said Monterey Jack, "Though not in this type of circumstance…"

Chip nodded. "Why were Fat Cat's lackeys after you?"

Foxglove shyly placed her hands (and thus wings too) together. "Well, I told you wanted to be a Rescue Ranger, remember?"

"Yeah…" Chip narrowed his eyes, "And do you remember us telling you it's too dangerous a job for you?"

"Hey, you said it, not all of us," said Dale.

Before Chip could argue back, Foxglove jumped back in. "I came across one of Fat Cat's schemes, and took something of his to stop it."

"And what's that?"

Foxglove pulled out what looked like a small electronic card.

Dale scratched his head. "What's that thing?" he asked, "A chip?"

"Pardon?" Chip asked.

"Don't look like any potato chip I've ever seen," said Monty.

"No, no, you guys," Gadget smiled, "It's a secure digital disk! Or an SD disk for short."

"Never heard of 'em," said Dale.

"They're fairly new," said Gadget, "Of course I would know about them."

"Whatever it is, it's clearly important to Fat Cat for him to sic his goons on Foxglove to get it back," said Chip, "We better get back to Ranger HQ before someone else comes by to chase her again."

Back at HQ, Gadget pulled out her universal disk reader and set it up as she tried to retrieve the data. The others waited, lounging on the couch nearby.

"So how've you been, Foxy?" Dale asked.

"Oh, okay, I guess," Foxglove replied, "A little lonely though…" she batted her eyelids at the chipmunk, who was none the wiser.

"Aw… you could've come visited us at any time!" he replied.

"I thought about it," Foxy sighed, "But I really wanted to prove myself to be a capable ranger, so I wanted to find something to investigate first."

"So you didn't just happen to come across Fat Cat's scheme?" Chip asked, suspiciously.

Foxglove chuckled sheepishly. "Er… right," she said.

"Gosh, Foxglove," said Dale, "You would really put yourself in danger just to prove yourself to us?"

"Well…" the bat glanced away, hiding her blush, "I'd do anything for you, Dale…"

Dale smiled. "D'aaaw, Foxy," he said, "That's sweet!" He softly pat her on the shoulder, "But I wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you."

Foxyglove looked over at him. "Really?"

"Really."

"Oh Dale…" Foxy leaned a little closer to the chipmunk, who inched back a bit.

"Uh… You okay, Foxy?"

"Huh?" Foxglove finally realized what she was doing and backed off. "Sorry! I was just… Um…"

"Awwwww!" Monty and Zipper suddenly gushed, "If'n that ain't the sweetest thing I've ever seen!"

"What's that, Monty?"

"Foxy's a little smitten with ya, mate!"

"Smitten?" Dale blushed, and Foxy looked away, embarrassed. "C'mon, Monty, don't be silly…"

"What'sa matter, Dale?" Monty teased, "Ain'tcha a good kisser?"

"He is, actually," Chip replied.

Everyone looked over at him, curiously. Chip grimaced and glanced down. "Don't ask how I know…"

"Golly!" Gadget cried, which grabbed the attention in everyone in the room. They gathered around the screen. "This disk has data on Fat Cat's latest scheme! According to this file, he's plotting to do something at the Autism Awareness summit with something called an 'Ark.'"

"Ark?" Dale asked, "What's that?"

"I don't know," Gadget glanced around, "Doesn't say what it is on this thing."

"What I want to know is how did Fat Cat get this sort of information?" Chip asked, "These plans and events are usually available to the public. With this much data, he would have to have gotten it from someone inside the police station!" He rubbed his chin, "This smells like a case…"

He turns, "Come on, rangers! We've got to check out the station ourselves and see if there's a mole."

"There is a mole, Chip!" said Dale, "In Fat Cat's gang!"

"Not THAT Mole, you dum-dum!" Chip shouted, "A mole in the police station! You know, a SPY!"

"Ohhh…."

"Excuse me… Chip?"

Chip turned to face the bat. "Yes?"

Foxglove nervously wrung her hands. "Since I had a part in taking the SD card from Fat Cat," she said, "Do you think I can come along to the police station with you?"

Chip shook his head. "Sorry, Foxglove," he said, "But it's too dangerous. I can't let you."

"Aw, come on, Chip," said Dale, "She really wants to help. Why can't we?"

"We're not some extracurricular activity!" said Chip, "This is a real, dangerous job! We can't just bring whoever we want whenever! Foxglove, you're going to have to wait for us to return here, especially since Fat Cat's goons might still be after you."

"But-"

"No buts!"

Foxglove pouted, then turned away, sighing, and moped out of the room.

"Gosh, Chip, why can't you give her a chance?" Dale asked, "Can't you see she wants to be a Rescue Ranger too?"

"Maybe if she had proper training and more experience," Chip replied, "Until then, she shouldn't just throw herself into these types of situations. I'll give her a chance later, I promise, but right now just isn't a good time."

He turned to the others, "Gadget, print whatever documents you can so we can bring them as a reference. Monty, Dale, prep and equip the Ranger Plane. We're heading out in ten minutes!"

It was getting dark as the Ranger Plane made its way to the police station across town. Gadget landed on top of the roof, and the rangers piled out and headed towards the skylight. Peering in, they saw only one police officer in the room, boredly tapping at the keys on his computer. After a moment, he rose from his seat, stretched, and walked out of the room… leaving the computer on and completely unguarded.

"Now's our chance, rangers," said Chip, "Let's be quick. The cop's probably taking a bathroom break."

Zipper floated down easily, as the other four hooked ropes to the side of the skylight and rappelled their way down. Once they disappeared inside, the compartment of the Ranger Plane popped open, and Foxglove came tumbling out. She took a few deep breaths, glad to finally have some fresh air. She then looked over to the skylight, noticing the hooks, and peeked over to see the rangers making their way down towards the computer below. She figured it'd be safer for her to enter through a side window…

Meanwhile, down below, the rangers made it down to the desk and up to the computer. Gadget pressed a few keys on the keyboard, trying to access more information.

"Golly," she said, noticing the screen above, "Technology today is really improving! Look at all that high definition!"

"It's beautiful!" Chip chimed.

"Yeah!" said Dale, "What do you think, Monty?"

"Delicious….!" Monty gleamed.

Dale looked over curiously, and saw the larger mouse wasn't looking at the computer screen, but at the cop's dinner… a grilled cheese sandwich. "Cheeeeese!"

While Monty made a meal of the cheese sandwich, Gadget came across some files. "It's all the same information on that SD card," she reported.

"Then this is definitely where Fat Cat got that info from," said Chip, "But how?"

Zipper noticed something on the desk. He flew over and took a closer look. It looked like a glob of… hair gel? Zooming around the room a bit, he noticed some more bits of hair gel, and followed a trail of gel to the end of the wall, and on the bottom of a floor tile.

He flew back to the desk and grabbed the attention of the others, jabbering and waving his arms wildly at the discovery he made.

"Good eye, Zipper," said Chip, "This looks like the type of fur gel Fat Cat would use on himself… And you said it leads somewhere?"

"Uh huh!" Zipper beamed, and had them follow him to the tile. Monty lifted it up, to reveal a hole underneath.

"Well now we know how Fat Cat got in here!" said Gadget.

"And he's most likely on the other side," Chip warned, "Keep your guards up, everyone."

The four climbed through the hole. From an open window, Foxglove swooped in and made her way to the tile. "I know you said it was dangerous," she said quietly to herself, "But it's no safer for you guys than it is for me. I'm not sitting around while Dale puts his life on the line for a case I got myself involved in…"

The Rescue Rangers quietly crept through the tunnel, which was well dug and lit, not to mention long. They felt themselves descending downwards, most likely in the sewer areas, given the incoming rancid smells.

Eventually, they came across an open area. It was a cleaned up room… well, as clean as you can get in a sewer. But it was good enough for Fat Cat, as he had managed to make it presentable and livable.

His mooks, on the other hand, weren't as well-groomed. They looked as if they literally crawled from the sludge of sewer water.

"About time you reported back," Fat Cat growled, lounging in his chaise, "The amount of time you took, you had better return with some good news."

"Er, 'fraid not, boss," Meeps muttered, "That little bat got away with the SD card after the Rescue Rangers came and saved her."

"The Rescue Rangers?!" Fat Cat jumped up, hissing, "It's one thing that you lame-brains couldn't catch ONE measly little bat, but now those despicable rodents are involved?"

"It's not like they know where we're hiding out, though," said Mole.

Fat Cat got up from his chaise and paced the floor. "No… not yet anyway," he grumbled, "But if they have my SD card, they're going to know exactly where I plan to be." He lowered his head in deep thought. "Hrm… No matter. The 'Ark' is fully assembled and ready to be launched at the summit."

The overweight cat reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

"Golly!" Gadget whispered excitedly, "Check out Fat Cat's new phone! Even he knows how to keep up with the times!"

"Dang right!" said Monty, "And look, it don't even flip open or close!"

"Guys, can we focus on the case, and not the technology?" said Chip, "Gadget, see if you can record the line."

"I'll do what I can," Gadget replied, pulling out a small device from her back pocket. She fiddled with the device, trying to catch the conversation on the radio wavelengths.

"Hello…" Fat Cat mused, smiling, "Yes… All is going according to plan…"

Gadget twitched her nose in frustration, only getting a low volume of static feedback on her device. "Come on, where are you, Fat Cat?"

"Here, let me help," Dale reached over and twisted a knob.

*SKREEEEE!*

Everyone clamped their ears quickly as an ear-piercing screech emitted from the device. Unfortunately, Fat Cat and his goons heard this as well, and whipped their heads to see the heroes in full view.

"It's the rangers!" Fat Cat screamed, "Seize them!"

"Ooops…" Dale muttered.

"Run for it!" Chip shouted. The four turned tail and began to race off… but they were quickly caught with a net shot at them. They struggled to free themselves, but only managed to become more tangled. Snout and the others approached them, as he held up his net gun. "Oh yeah," he grinned, "I managed to refill before we came back."

"Good work, boys," Fat Cat called, "Now bring them to me."

Meeps and Wart stepped over to take hold of the net, when suddenly, it was yanked away from their grasp. The henchmen glared up to see the pink bat flapping her wings wildly as she pulled the tangled Rescue Rangers behind her.

"It's the cute little bat!" Mole cried.

"Imbeciles!" Fat Cat screamed, "Stop them!"

"Foxy!" Dale cried, "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sit around and let you fix my own mistakes!" Foxglove replied, "I had come with you in case you needed my help! Good thing I disobeyed, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll talk about it later," said Chip, "Right now let's just get out of here!"

"Hang on!" Foxglove made a sharp turn through the tunnels and through the sewers, fortunately throwing off their pursuers.

"This way!" the voices echoed from behind.

"No, keep going straight!"

"I could've sworn they turned right…"

"That's what they WANT us to think! Let's go left!"

Dale smirked. "Looks like we'll be okay."

"Let's go above ground to play it safe," said Chip.

Foxglove nodded, and flapped her way towards a halfway opened manhole cover above. The group found themselves in an alley, just down the block from the police station.

"Foxglove," Gadget called, "The Ranger Plane is on top of the police station. Can you get us back there quickly?"

"You got it!" Foxglove flapped harder, turning towards the street and taking higher to the sky.

However, Fat Cat poked halfway up the sewer hole, and pulled out a makeshift gun. He scanned the skies, and spotted the rangers. "You know what they say," he mused to himself as he took aim, "If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself."

*POW!*

A large wad of gum shot out, striking Foxglove square on her arms, which was attached to her wings… and thus making her unable to fly.

"Foxglove!" Dale cried as they all began to fall, "Go up! UP!"

"I can't!" the bat cried, "My wings are stuck!"

"Look out!" Chip cried as they all plummeted to the ground towards oncoming traffic….