The Chaotic House

That Was a Close One

After what felt like ages, Hunter and Hayden finally returned, their arms stacked with heaps of documents. They handed the thick stack over to Debbie, who yawned lazily as she took them.

"What took you so long?" Debbie asked, a trace of boredom in her voice.

Hayden rolled his eyes dramatically. "Ugh, don't even get me started. The service here is a nightmare. Everything moves at a snail's pace," he whined, clearly irritated.

Debbie shrugged, flipping through the papers with casual disinterest. "Well, whatever. Thanks, I guess. We'll probably need more later, but for now, Purple and I over here have other things to take care of," she said, a mischievous grin creeping across her face as her tail swayed rhythmically.

Hunter and Hayden exchanged quick glances and nodded. "Alright, just give us a heads-up when you're done so we can ditch this lame convention," Hayden groaned, standing tall with his arms crossed.

"I seriously don't know why the Boss keeps sending us to these geek fests," Hunter muttered under his breath, shaking his head in annoyance.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the convention, Ravi and Bunnicula had just finished their Q&A session. They made their way toward their friends who were waiting in the audience.

"You really need to stop asking Ravi what he's making for dinner," Bunnicula sighed, giving CC a tired look.

CC frowned, unbothered by the scolding. "But I'm hungry! Plus, I'm curious," he said, shrugging.

Bendy nodded in agreement. "He's got a point. I'm starving, too," he said with a sigh.

Ravi chuckled at their antics. "We can grab something to eat here, or we could hit up a restaurant later, cause some chaos while we're at it," he suggested with a grin.

As they bantered, Chester's gaze wandered across the crowd, and his eyes locked onto something suspicious-two figures moving stealthily through the convention, one in a black hoodie clutching some documents. Chester squinted, his tail twitching as recognition hit him like a lightning bolt. He focused in on the mouse and the hooded figure.

'Debbie?' he thought, recognizing her from their shared history. His eyes then narrowed on the hooded figure, and it hit him-Moxxie. The purple hair was unmistakable.

"GUYS!" Chester yelled, his voice urgent.

The group turned to him, confused. "What's going on, Chester?" Mint asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Moxxie's here! And he's got documents-who knows what kind of dangerous crap that could be!" Chester explained, his eyes wide with panic.

Ravi arched an eyebrow, following Chester's pointed finger. His eyes landed on Moxxie just as his hood slipped, revealing the familiar shock of purple hair. "Oh, damn. It really is him," Ravi muttered, barely fazed.

Moxxie's eyes widened in terror as he realized the group had spotted him. "Oh my GOD! They're after me!" he screeched, immediately breaking into a panicked sprint.

Debbie groaned, already fed up. She took off after him. "Why are you like this?! I told you not to stare at them, but nooo, you had to gawk at them like a lost puppy!" she snapped, her voice dripping with frustration.

"I'm sorry!" Moxxie whined, desperately trying to keep up. "I just wanted to see how they were doing without me!"

Debbie raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him as they sprinted. "Why do you even care-" Her sentence was cut off when a net whizzed past them, narrowly missing. They turned to see Chester standing there, a gleeful smirk on his face, steam rising from the new net gun he'd just fired.

"OH MY GOD, CHESTER IS AFTER ME!" Moxxie screamed, his legs pumping faster as he tried to outrun the inevitable.

Debbie groaned, barely keeping up. "Stop running like that! You're gonna tire yourself out, idiot!" she barked, her eyes scanning the area for a place to hide.

Finally, she spotted a hallway packed with people. Without hesitation, she grabbed Moxxie by the arm and yanked him into the crowd, weaving through the sea of bodies until they vanished from sight. They ducked into the hallway, finding temporary shelter as the chaos continued behind them.

Chester, now thoroughly annoyed, slowed to a stop and tossed the net gun on the ground with a huff. "Well, dang it," he muttered, crossing his arms and frowning.

CC collapsed onto his knees, gasping for breath. "Geez, man, you've really got it out for Moxxie," he panted, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Ravi crossed his arms, a devious glint in his eye. "Looks like we'll have to catch him when he can't run away. And I think I've got just the plan," he said, giggling wickedly.