*Hello guys! I'm back with the new part of the brand new episode. More parts will come later...hopefully by tomorrow they should be done. Anyways, this part is published on April 15, 2020. If you like this part or any of the upcoming parts, please leave a vote and/or comment. That would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a blessed day. Enjoy! The song is called Renegade Runaway by Carrie Underwood. This will be played during a flashback.*
Flashback--Five years ago:
Everything was quiet. Maybe too quiet in the desert called Gambia until an alarm bell rang. There's a lone building standing in isolation within the desert. A short 'woman' wearing glasses, purple furry beanie, and purple dress sprinted through the empty parking lot to reach her motorcycle. The nametag attached to 'her' chest was shown as Dr. Linda Schwartz. Although, the name itself wasn't the real name of the suspect carrying the box. As soon as 'she' hopped onto the motorcycle, the engine started while the suspect noticed that people in lab-coats were running after her.
"Catch you later, boys," Dr. Linda Schwartz teased while batting her eyelashes and drove off, leaving dust in the air.
"Call the police! Now!!" One of the men in labcoats shouted his command at his workers.
Meanwhile, the suspect on a motorcycle zoomed through the desert, knowing that no one's out there with her. Unless...
Squeaky honking noises sounded from behind while a white weirdly looking motorcycle with red stripes on the side drove beside the motorcycle rider.
"My, my, you look smashingly beautiful today!" She glanced over to notice the tall black cat with a tall red hat with white stripes. He had white fur from his muzzle towards his stomach with a cheesy grin.
"Cat!" 'She' lost her womanly voice, her manly voice revealing to be Sam's.
Cat plastered a surprised look on his face. "Sammy I Ammy! Who would've thunk that it was you?! Could've fooled me if you keep up the act!"
Of course, Sam gave an irritable look to Cat, knowing that Cat wasn't shocked at all. In fact, Cat added a sarcastic tone when he said that to Sam.
"What do you want?!" Sam groaned a bit loudly while hearing the sirens blaring behind them.
Cat eyed on the box sitting behind Sam while taking his hat off and placed it behind him by its side where he reached his white-gloved hand in it. "Can I have your box?!"
"If you want the box, you're going to have to get it!"
"Hmmm, I'm afraid that it's a little too late to say that," Cat responded while pulling the same box Sam had behind him out of his hat. Sam quickly glanced behind him to notice that the box just disappeared without a trace. Cat smirked and put his hat back on. "I guess you're the one that's going to have to get it!"
Cat cackled maniacally while driving off through the upcoming canyon. Sam growled while chasing after the white motorcycle in his lady costume.
However, Sam noticed that both he and Cat were being chased by the cops. He shifted his gaze ahead of him to see that Cat made a sharp turn right, following after him. The path they were on led through the rocky mountain that awaited the Truffala Tree forest on the other side. Sam saw a lot of advantages he could do within the forest.
Cat knew where he had to deliver this box to while turning his head to see if Sam was behind him...but it turned out that he disappeared. This raised a question for the Cat in the Hat but the question immediately subsided when Sam rode his motorcycle from the side and used a rock as a ramp to hop over Cat's vehicle. Sam quickly grabbed the box from the bottom of his motorcycle while winking at Cat teasingly. He climbed back up to take control before the motorcycle landed harshly on the two wheels. Sam laughed mischievously while speeding away from Cat.
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