Tooned Out

Chapter 7: Doll Dizzy/Khaki Wacky

Note: This chapter isn't one of my best, so please bear with me. T~T

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Felix would spray some cologne over his neck and shoulders as he walked through the streets in an attempt to discard the scent of smoke, metal, and whatever chemicals that mad scientist of a rabbit uses.

Expected was the desk, but not the Toon that stood beside it. Tall was she, and zig-zag was his tail. The dark red-pink spat socks and bow scarf were a contrast to their dark livid and white fur.

"Mister- Ms. Kat! I wasn't-" Felix cleared his throat as his tail straightened and fluffed once his eyes lay on the elder tom cat. "I wasn't expectin' a visit from ya'." He closed the door and stepped forward, a familiar heat rising to his face as he tucked his paws behind his back.

"Oh, Felix, I's tol' yous ta' stop with the honorifics." Krazy placed a clear, plastic container on the table and a small zip-lock bag with a single yellow button. Felix held back a chuckle, even if that pun was worthy of it, and furrowed his eyebrows. He held up the container and peered in from the side. His fur would gently bristle as he recognized the dark, thick liquid stain on the plastic material.

The older feline held her gloved paws together against their stomach, "That no good goon glommed my residence. All I's found was'a cute lil' button 'n black stuff." His brows furrowed as Felix placed the plastic container and zip-lock bag on the evidence table.

"Crikey...Thanks for comin' 'ere, mister. What'd 'ey steal?" Felix pulled his magic bag out from behind him and reached into it to take out his investigative journal and a pen.

Krazy leaned against the younger tom's desk, crossing her arms across her rounded chest. "Oh, was jus' paint thinna'." The aussie's eyebrows knit together as he wrote that information down.

"Now what would a delinquent want with thinner?" Felix questioned out loud, partially to himself, and partially to his friend. The taller Toon shrugged their shoulders, before standing straight. "...'Aight cob, well, re- 'member ta' keep an eye out for suspicious activity, yeah?"

Krazy gave Felix a nod again, before making her way out of his office. Though, he stopped them before they opened the door, "But- But 'fore ya' go! I- Uh..." They turned their head to see the black feline less gregarious, and his paws tucked behind his back.

"Yes, dahlin'?" The older cat held his gloved paws together against their white stomach, one of their angular ears twitching. Felix's attempts to seem flippant were feeble. He took a breath before he gathered the last brain cell he shared with Julius, Bendy, and Cuphead.

"Ya' wouldn't 'appen ta' be interested in- in goin' out for uh- coffee?" The shorter Toon smiled bashfully as his tail curled around his leg. Krazy felt a smile form over his face, nodding without a second thought. He enjoyed going out with her friends.

"Why, that sounds lovely. I'll give ya' a call." They turned the door-knob of the door to Felix's office and left. Once alone, the black feline's tail curled into a heart as he leaned against his desk, putting a paw to his cheek. "Gee...She sure is the cat's pajamas..." He had always been doll dizzy; sometimes khaki wacky on fun nights.

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Upon Felix's return, his nose twitched at the scent of hotdogs; everyone held one. Except for Cuphead, he held two. Mickey's round ears twitch as he smiles at the black feline, and a hot dog, "Welcome back! Ya'...Didn't miss much." He shrugged and stepped back as Bendy took a step forward, getting on top of the crates.

"Ta, mate." Felix took a bite of his hot dog and glanced over to the demon who eyed his food oddly.

Bendy went silent for a moment, trying to remember what the entire purpose of his standing on the box was before he grinned and turned around. And with his chest, proudly, he spoke, "Ya' know hot dogs? Well, I don't like 'em!" His heels didn't like the rough and bumpy surface of the crates, and so he'd unintentionally fall backward.

Everyone physically reacted to that confession, gasping or taking a step back. Cuphead was beyond disgusted...But he also got an idea. Mickey was the first to help Bendy up once he hit the cold ahh floor, "So much for trust falls..." The demon murmured, before standing up on his two feet. He saw the others fall but at least get caught, why didn't he?

"Gosh, I'm- I'm sorry, but ya' had us bewildered!" Mickey squeaked, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was unsure what to say. Cuphead, however, did, as he stepped forward, the most distraught about this revelation.

"Whadd'ya mean ya' don't like hot dogs!? What are ya', vegan?" The young dish accused, raising a slit eyebrow as his red and white striped straw clinked along the brims of his head whenever he moved. "I eat bacon soup!" Bendy suppressed the urge to take Cuphead's head off and blow into the straw.

As the demon watched the straw spin shift around, he flinched when Cuphead stole his hot dog and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. "Also, what's a vegan?" Bendy put his gloved hands on his hips.

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Mickey would put a gloved paw on Felix's shoulder, bringing him to face away from the group as the demon and cup messed around, "Felix, what 'appened at the office anyway?" He'd question.

"Ms. Kat entered my office. Turns out 'is house 'ad been broken into as well." Felix crossed his arms, his brows furrowing lightly. Mickey's round ears twitched as his eyebrows rose, "What'd the culprit steal? More ink?" The Australian cat shook his head.

"Not ink, but paint thinner this time." He explained as Oswald finally invited himself into the conversation after a few moments of eavesdropping.

"Mr. Kat?" The rabbit stepped between Felix and Mickey, crossing his arms, "Is- Are ya' sure ya' should be takin' everything he says to heart? Yer' aware that they're kinda dizty, right?" Oswald raised an eyebrow, unsure how to feel about Krazy as a whole.

Felix's tail gently bristled as he side-eyed Oswald, "Aye', don't say that. Ms. Kat is a dag, but she ain't a liar. He even brought evidence to back up his statements. Was a baggie of ink an' a single button." Another opinion was voiced as if the space wasn't already getting stuffy.

"Yous talkin' about Krazy? Ain't he that trannie who keeps getting bricks thrown at 'im?" Questioned Julius, uncaring of his offensive language. An awkward silence filled the room as nobody at the moment was sure how to respond to that.

Despite having not even been a part of the conversation, Mugman felt their gloved hands curl into fists as tension-filled their body but wasn't the first to speak. "Julius, ya'- ya' can't say that!" Mickey broke the silence with a concerned, and unsure demeanor. "D'ya kiss your mother with that mouth!?" He'd scold; or rather, "scold".

Oswald, on the other hand, had a spray bottle in hand, giving Julius a couple of spurts of water, making him hiss and cause his fur fluff up, "Sorry 'bout him...Again, religious fruit cake. An' not a sweet one." The black and white feline hissed once more before the rabbit gave him a look that got him to shut up.

"...I'll ignore the clanger," Felix cleared his throat, unsure of what to say in response to all of this, "Anyway, I'll need an 'elping paw, c'mon Oswald." Despite not knowing where the feline was headed towards, Oswald caught up to him, eyebrows knit together. "Why me?"

The pair left the rabbit's workshop, "'Cause you're the smart one."