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"Ow!" Sonic groaned through a mouthful of turf.

"M-M-Madison?" Blaze protested.

"Y-y-yes?" Madison mimiced. "I think all those books are turning your brain to mush, feline freak."

If it had been anybody else, Sonic would've layed a beating their way, but he knew better than to mess with the Echidnas. Even Madison and Regan, youngest, could smash him. The whole family belonged in the army. Or a G.I Joe box. Either one works for Sonic. Even the mom looked like she should be shaving and beating up thugs for money.

"I hope you losers took a good last look at the manor," Madison smirked. "You're not going to be invited back here anymore, now that the witch is dead."

"RAWF!" Bernie emphasised.

Sonic looked around for Beatrice, but, as per usual, she wasn't anywhere near them. She had skulked off to talk to old people.

"Grace wasn't a witch," Sonic growled. "And we're going to inherit this place!"

The big brother, Knuckles, laughed. "Yeah, right."

His dreadlocks hung loose around his neck, boxing gloves adorned his fists. "Wait till they read the will, runt. I'm gonna kick you out myself.

"Alright team," Eisenhower barked. "Enough of this. Formation!"

The echidnas rolled out in a platoon style march as Bernie snapped at everyone's heels.

"Is your head okay?" Blaze murmered.

Sonic nodded. He was a bit ticked that Blaze hadn't helped him, but there was no complaning about it. She always got so tongue-tied around other people.

"Man, I hate the Echidnas."

"We've got worse problems." Blaze motioned to the grave site as Sonic moaned in distaste.

"The Cobras."

Shadow and Amy Hedgehog were standing by Grace's coffin, looking like perfect little angels as they talked to the preacher.

Shadow wore sleek red rocket shoes imported from the space coloney ARK, along with an Armani suit with a red tie that matched his fiery red quill highlights. Amy wore a dark black dress that fell just past her knees. They could have been super models.

"They won't try anything during the funeral," Sonic soothed. "They're just here for her money like the rest of them. But they won't get it."

Blaze frowned. "Sonic...did you really believe what you said about inheriting the manor?"

"Of course! You know Grace liked us best. We spent more time with her than anybody."

Blaze sighed like Sonic was too young to understand, which he hated.

"Come on," Blaze said. "We might as well get this over with." And together they wadded into the crowd.