In what is called 'New Toon City,lives what is known as probably the most crooked group of freelance cops known to toon kind. On a busy street, stands the building with 'TOON PATROL', on a very flimsy sign hanging next to it.

Inside of the building, the usual business goes on. A, most likely stolen, police radio stands on a desk as a pink-suited and brown furred weasel sits at it. He snores a bit, having fallen asleep due to the lack of action.

KNOCK KNOCK! "Aye Boss you alive? Some loco is at the door." A spanish toned voice says from out the door which separates that room from the main.

The pink suited weasel flailed about, falling over with a loud CRASH. "GAH! Greasy what's the damn big idea?!" he says, stomping over to the door, opening it outward with a SLAM. He walked around, and stared at the door which is implanted into the wall. From the markings and cracks along it, the wall had been acquainted with the door much before.

The door slowly swung open, to a flat weasel donning a green suit on the wall. He fell off, popping back to normal before shaking his head. "Aye you gotta do that for everyone Smarty?" Greasy asked, glaring.

"Yea it's my way of showing my affection to you guys. Now who's at the damn door?" Smarty asked with a stern look. Greasy groaned a bit and started across the room.

"He calls hi'self Sicko or something" the weasel said. In the room, on one end was an overweight weasel with untied shoes and a dumb stare at the wall, as he held a frying pan. Both the pan and his head shared toony dents, as he just chuckled.

On the other end, past a good amount of smoke, stood the only blue-furred weasel of the current group, smoking at least three cigarettes. He looked pretty messy, as he smoked and looked down at the newspaper in his paws with his bloodshot eyes. He looked up and groaned "He said Psycho." He hacked, rolling his eyes.

"Aye whatever, like it matters Wheezy." Greasy said.

"Hey Stupid stop that, that's a good pan!" Smarty explained across the room to the chuckling weasel. The two headed towards the stairs that would lead down to the exit door, Smarty groaning. He opened the door inward, and raised an eyebrow at the sight.

Out of the door stood a shorter, and sierra-esque colored weasel with swirling blue, yellow and white eyes. His hair stood on its end on his head, as he grinned happily, his curved teeth showing. "Heellloo!" he said bouncing a bit with the hello. He wore an off-white straight jacket, his arms unstrapped from the straps on his back.

"Ey". Smarty said, raising an eyebrow. "What ya want kid?" he said, even though chances are he was only a few years older than the weasel before him.

"Toon Patrooool!" he exclaims holding up a newspaper with their name on it.

"And?" Smarty said, as Greasy just backed up the stairs.

"oh yeahs. You guys wants new member?" Psycho said, nodding after happily.

"Not really kid, we got enough maroons."

"I'm no marooooon. I'm Psyyyyyyyyycho!" he said, hopping about a bit.

"You suuuuuuuure are." Smarty said, rolling his eyes. "But I's serious we got enough."

"Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" Psycho pleaded, begging with his long sleeves covering his paws.

Smarty groaned loudly, leaning against the door. "Fine fine just, follow ya psycho."

He laughed happily as Smarty started up the stairs, hopping up them right behind them with glee. Once he hit the top of the stairs, he smiled happily as he looked around.

"Hey this is.. sicko." Smarty said, not really paying attention to him as he groaned.

"Psycho." Wheezy said, hacking up some more smoke.

"Whatever. Uh.. yeah one of you show him the ropes or.. something" Smarty said, groaning. The weasel walked over to his office, as Greasy looked over.

"Yeah.. one of you can take care of loco." He said, dashing quickly into the office behind Smarty.

Psycho just looked around, first noticing Wheezy. But then he was tapped on the shoulder and heard "Hey wanna play?". When Psycho looked, Stupid was there holding two forks in his hands. Psycho grinned and walked over with him.

Wheezy just looked into the newspaper, looking down. But when he looked up, he saw Psycho and Stupid about to stick some metal forks into the electrical socket on the wall!

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Wheezy yelled, quickly dashing over and tackling Psycho, before he stuck it in. Of course, Stupid stuck it right into the socket and ZZZAAP, as he flailed around before falling over charred, just laughing. "What do you think you are doing?!"

"Plaaaying hehehehe" Psycho laughed a bit, looking over at Stupid, who just twitched and coughed smoke.

Wheezy stood up and pulled Psycho to his feet, dragging him away from the electrical socket. "Listen, Psycho. Just stick by my side okay? None *hacks* of these guys will be good *cough* for you." He said, pointing to the weasel as he let out smoke with his hacking and coughing.

"Okiiiies!" he said hopping up and down. "Oh you know Psychos name? Whats your name?!" he asked, grinning.

"Wheezy. The utter genius over there is Stupid." He said as he coughed, pointing to Stupid. "And the weasel in the pink suit is Smarty, he's the.. 'boss'. And the one in green is Greasy. Don't read his magazines okay?" he said, pointing to quite a bit of magazines on the nearby desk.

"Okiiii." Psycho said loudly, hugging Wheezy tightly. Wheezy just took a drag from one of his cigarettes, before patting the weasels head.

Back in Smartys office, the weasel in pink was tuning the police radio with the headset on. "Dammit nothin'. We're gonna be broke!" he said as he fell back into his chair.

"Yeah abou' that." Greasy said as he watched Wheezy get hugged by the new weasel, "What about that loco. You can' be serious about letting him in."

"I honestly didn' want to see him keep beggin." Smarty shrugged, and lied back. "Besides, he don seem too bright. We can give 'im the same pay as Stupid gets."

"You mean nada?" Greasy said, snickering a bit.

"Bingo."

"Yeah but what about Wheezy? Ya don't think hes gonna try to convince us to give him pay too right?" Greasy said, closing the door.

"If he does, we solve it like we did when he tried the same with Stupid!" He laughed a bit and then suddenly they heard a knock on the door. "Shh hold it."

Greasy opened the door slowly inward, noticing Wheezy at the door. "yeeeeeees?"

"Hey I'm gonna show *cough cough* him around a bit. Least here and the block, he actually aint from around here." Whezy said, with Psycho looking up over his shoulder.

"Heeeeey Greasy!" he waved at the Spanish weasel, him rolling his eyes in return.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Just don't get into too much trouble okay?" Smarty said, going back to the radio.

Wheezy then shut the door and started back into the room.

"Hey Grease, I don' think we'll have to take care of him much.." Smarty said to the other weasel.

"How so?"

"Looks like he's gonna be his little caretaker hehe." The weasel grinned, Greasy then smiling back. Both started to laugh a bit, much hysterically before "Now get out of my office." Was uttered from the boss.