"Today I embark on a mission that has been going on for nearly thirty years. Today I plan to eliminate Fat Cat once and for all. It has gone on too far and too long, my father Chip and my mother Gadget have both died at the hands of Fat Cat trying to complete the same mission ten years ago. I was only twelve when my father was first killed; I figured he had given up the life of fighting crime to protect those who couldn't protect themselves long ago, but I was wrong. I never understood my father's reasoning to continue the Rescue Rangers' after my uncle died. As he once put it, 'continuing our past builds us a gateway to our future.' Whatever he meant by the expression, I'll never understand completely. For my father was, single handedly, very philosophical in his writings. It's perplexing to say the least, as I sit here and write in this journal, I may look like my uncle but I think like my father. This has allowed me since then to assemble a new team with some, familiar and new faces to the Rescue Rangers'. I just hope we have what it takes to end this." - Dale Jr. wrote in a journal, closing the book and setting the pen on the desk.

Dale Jr. rose from his desk in Chip and Dale's old room, daunting a fedora he grabbed off the hat rack and left the bedroom proceeding downstairs.

"Monterey, are we set for takeoff as scheduled?" - Dale asked as he grabbed a file off the table and reviewed it.

"Right we are Chipp-, I mean Dale." - Monterey said, before correcting himself. He then blushed at accidentally calling Dale Jr, Chip.

Dale looked up from the file he was reviewing and gave a smirk as he set the file down and walked over to Monterey.

"Now Monterey, you and I both know I'll never be my father, or even close to him by comparison." - Dale said, placing his hand on Monterey's shoulder. "Besides, one look at me and you could easily be fooled that I'm my Uncle Dale." - Dale followed, walking over to the door.

"Right you are Dale." - Monterey said, taking supplies to the plane.

"Mr. Oakley!" - A mouse in a business suit called out to Dale Jr. as he came down the hall.

"Please, Rick, call me Dale." - Dale Jr said.

"Sir the New York State Animal Justice Association wants you to finalize these papers' on your mother and father's estate by tomorrow." - Rick said, attempting to hand Dale the papers.

"You can tell them that I'll get to them when I get to them, and if they don't like then they can take their papers' and shove it up their ass. Understood?" - Dale said brashly, pushing the papers back. His look to Rick seemed stern and annoyed.

"Y-Yes s-sir. Right away." - Rick said, intimidated by Dale's expression of intentions with the papers'. He ran off to a corner office.

"Blimey, Dale. The kid's just doing his job." - Monterey said, loading the last of the supplies.

"Rick's job is to feed us intel, not inform me every day that the NYSAJA is seeking me to sign some damn papers on my parents estate." - Dale said, boarding the plane. " Look I've got a lot on my mind, I don't need to argue about this right now." - Dale said, as he attempted to refocus his attention on the problem at hand, eliminating Fat Cat.

"Oh Dale!" - a voice called out to Dale Jr. as he was completing the flight systems check.

"Oh hey FoxGlove. How did you get on?"- Dale asked, setting the book down.

"Good, I scouted the place out and it seems to be clear enough. A few guards outside but nothing you can't handle." - FoxGlove said as she attempted to cozy into Dale.

Dale pushed away from FoxGlove

"FoxGlove, we talked about this. I'm not the Dale you once knew, I'm his nephew. I'm not doing this to hurt you but to pay respect to him and to what you two once had." - Dale Jr. explained.

"I understand."- FoxGlove said, sighing.

Dale then proceeded to go back reviewing the last steps of the pre-flight checklist..

"Parking brake off?" - Dale Jr. asked the squirrel sitting next to him.

"Check."- Johnathan replied.

"Is the AFP off?" - Dale Jr. asked.

"AFP, sir?" - Johnathan said, confused.

"The auxiliary fuel pump, is it disengaged?" - Dale Jr. said, becoming annoyed.

Johnathan flipped the AFP switch into the off position.

"Check." - Johnathan said.

Dale Jr. rolled his eyes.

"Alright, we are ready." - Dale Jr. said, putting his headset on. "Tower, this is ranger plane one, ready at runway one; requesting ground clearance for take off." - Dale Jr. said, speaking into the microphone.

A voice then came through on the radio granting takeoff clearance.

"John, engage the flaps into the take off position." - Dale Jr. said, engaging the throttle lever.

"Flaps are set, sir." - Johnathan said.

The plane then slowly took off, climbing steadily in altitude as the team went on their journey to end Fat Cat once and for all.

"You know sir, I must say you are fairly knowledgeable in aviation." - Johnathan complemented. "Might I ask, how did you become so knowledgeable?"- Jonathan asked.

"My mother. She was an inventor and an engineer, and one hell of a pilot." - Dale said, keeping focus on flying.

There was a brief moment of silence before Johnathan spoke.

"Sir, I know it's none of my business, but I reviewed the files from NYSAJA and I think your parents may still be alive." - Jonathan said.

"John, if my parents were still alive, then they'd be sitting here with us." - Dale Jr. said, avoiding eye contact.

"But sir, their bodies were never recovered. They could still be alive. Look, as I see it, there was a large intermission period between your Uncle's death and when your parents' went back to fighting Fat Cat. He had time to re enforce and prepare for their return. I really believe they may be alive and are being held as slaves." - Johnathan said.

Dale Jr. engaged the autopilot and turned to Johnathan.

"You know, you are one hell of an optimist John. You know what, I'm going to make a bet with you. If you're right, I'll promote you to leader. If you're wrong, I get to throw you over the side of the plane on the way back. Deal?" - Dale Jr. said, bluntly.

"Deal." - Johnathan hesitated.

Both then shook hands.

"Down there, FoxGlove and Monterey have arrived with Mark."- Dale Jr. Said.

As Johnathan attempted to land the plane, the warning system came on and indicated that the landing gear failed to deploy due to a leak in the hydraulics which caused the compartment the gear were stored in not to open.

"Terrain... Pull Up! Terrain... Pull Up!" - The plane's computer said, as a warning sound beeped.

"Sir, we have a problem!" - Johnathan exclaimed, attempting to lower the landing gear.

"Damn it, landing gear failure!" - Dale cursed, assessing the situation. "You're going to have to use the stationary landing gear mounted below the plane. Can you handle this?"- Dale Jr. asked, standing up, and grabbing two plungers from the backseat.

"Yes, sir. Where are you going!?" - Johnathan said, confused and anxious.

"I'm going to try and fix our landing gear problem. Just keep the plane at this altitude." - Dale Jr. said, climbing over the side of the plane, using the plungers to get himself to the landing gear area under the frame.

As Dale suction-cupped his way to the land controls he hooked his harness carabiner to a hook welded under the plane. He then attempted to hand pry the compartment open. With all his might he was able to pry open the compartment wide enough to force it open, releasing the landing gear.

"Problem fixed, land this bird."- Dale Jr. said swiftly, climbing back into the plane and setting the plungers and harness in the back seat.

"Yes, sir!" - Johnathan said, confidently.

As Johnathan landed the plane, Dale jumped out running his duffel back stored in the back of the plane.

"Pally, what went wrong with the landing? Fat Cat is sure to have heard the plane engine." - Monterey Jack exclaimed in confusion.

"Good, he'll know we're coming." - Dale Jr. said, loading a silver S&W revolver with a chestnut brown varnished solid wood handle. As he finished loading it, he slapped the chamber in plane, and spun it once.

"Where'd you get the gun from Dale?"- Monterey asked, with a surprised look on his face.

"Found it in my uncle's belongings. I'm guessing it was his." - Dale Jr. said, not knowing a definite answer to where the firearm came from.

As Dale Jr. finished preparing himself, he walked over and signaled for his team to huddle to go over the plan last time before entering.

"Alright team, gather around. We have one shot at this, we go in, we deal with Fat Cat and we get out. If you get captured in the process, you know the procedure. Fat Cat is located on the top floor in his private suite of the casino." - Dale explained the plan. "Any questions." - Dale asked.

Johnathan raised his hand.

"John."- Dale said.

"What if we find your parents?" - Johnathan asked.

"Alright no further questions everyone." - Dale rudely interrupted, changing the subject.

"Let's do this everyone, for one last time." - Dale said.

"Rescue Rangers, away!" - Everyone exclaimed as they ran for a side vent to sneak into the casino.