She threw one last punch at her opponent, and with a loud *THUMP*, a whooshing of air could be heard, followed by a louder *THUMP*. This was not going to be a good day. The punching bag was nothing more as it lay on the ground slumped over against the wall, with gouges all along the sides, dumping out its gritty, sandy contents. Only the sound of panting could be heard, and not a thing more. Her neat, black hair covered her face as she bent over, hands on her knees, taking a few minutes to regain her oxygen supply.

"ATTENTION – All agents are to meet at the intel room in five minutes – and I mean FIVE minutes!" the gruff voice on the intercom echoed across the gargantuan training room. Kitty knew that call... She walked over to where her clothes lay upon the bench and immediately made her way to the changing room. She could not shake the feeling that something was off. Her "instincts" (as she called it) were screaming that something was wrong, but what could possibly be wrong, and why? She was never like this… Kitty shook her head as she walked down the corridor, shoving the nervous feeling she had off to the side.

She strolled into the intel room, and was greeted with a rather large, rectangular table, with a sparse amount of paper across it. Kitty quickly noticed a single paper with a picture of a relatively large German Shepherd with greasy, "roughed up" soot-black and brown fur, grey eyes, and a built square-like face. Small and unintelligible writing covered the paper beneath the picture. She then glanced up to see the agency's staff around the table – some wearing either black or white coats, depending on their status in the agency. Black meant that they were an active field agent, and white being ether a scientist, or some type of "in-house agent" as it was affectionately known.

"Agent Katswell, thank you for joining us. The New York branch has contacted us about some unknown criminal who is suspected of doing something diabolical!" the Chief informed her.

"What are they up to Chief? Usually Keswick or somebody else has figured out why we have to apprehend this person. Also, why would that branch contact us?" she stated with an impassive, yet quizzical expression.

The head scientist spoke up while pushing his glasses back further on his face, "We actually d-d-don't know for sure Kitty, but we believe he is r-ra-responsible of the planning and bombing in Moscow last year on New Year's Eve. R.U.F.F has been tracking who they believe the active b-b-bomber was, and has reported to us that he has come overseas to the U.S. for a p-p-possible relapse here. His name is b-Boris Badenuf, but he may have acquired that name after entering the c-country. They couldn't find any record of his real name prior to being in the U.S. He has been c-covering his trail of activity for a very l-l-long time – to the point of where we can't find any c-credit card uses or cell phone location of any kind since entering the c-country. As for New York contacting us…"

Hysterical laughter interrupted the now irritated scientist's speech, "HA! What a genius name!" shouted Kitty's partner, and fellow field agent, Dudley Puppy.

"Focus Agent Puppy!" The Chief boomed, jumping up angrily.

"Sorry", he muttered.

"So, we have an "unidentified" bomber, that could be running amuck? Just wonderful," she sarcastically remarked, "do we know what type of explosive he is using at least?"

"We do not" another agent spoke up with a shrug, "but we do know without a doubt that it is effective, whatever it is, since it nearly wiped out the entirety of Moscow, and did not leave a trace anywhere of what type of bomb it was. It is estimated that he will strike there, when the ball drops at midnight for New Year's Eve."

"Well, thank you all for informing me. It sounds like we have a city to save" Kitty stated with a bold face as she stood up from her seat. She always looked forward to busting a baddie! "C'mon Dudley, let's go pack!"

Now the clock was ticking. She needed to figure out if the allegations were true, and if there were bombs hidden somewhere within the city. Kitty and Dudley dashed to the tubes that would transport them to the T.U.F.F mobile.

"Can I drive? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?!" Dudley bribed with his trademark puppy face.

Kitty hesitated for a moment before making a decision, "Fine, but PLEASE don't wreck this time!".

A shutter ran down her spine at the hint of the prior, and VERY unpleasant memory. They were thrown into the vehicle with a *THUD* and Dudley swiftly drove out of the garage, headed towards their respective homes to pack.


(A few days later…)

Dudley halted the car roughly a mile from Times Square alongside an ironically, desolate street.

"See, I didn't wreck the entire time!" He proclaimed proudly, tail wagging.

Kitty's lethal nails clung mercilessly into the dash of the poor T.U.F.F mobile, had signified otherwise. She collected herself, untended her muscles, and removed her nails from the remnants of the dashboard.

"You just about ran every pedestrian over, and did well over the speed limit on the way here…" she muttered under her breath. However, a smile began to form on her face. His enthusiasm really was infectious regardless of the circumstances.

She had figured the explosives wouldn't be directly under the area, but rather somewhere near Times Square - after knowing Boris' pattern that the team in Moscow had discovered and analyzed (which had been relayed to them on there journey over). She knew there would be many people, some of which would be partially to fully intoxicated, so they would be a great form of a nuisance to the agency's number one field agent – another reason why they began the search away from the celebration. She also realized that an evacuation plan would be needed – that would be a difficult problem of its own…

She got out of the sleek car and began to stroll along the street. She knew that her training wouldn't fail, and when it came to explosives of the sorts, she knew all too well about them, and how an evildoer could conceal such a weapon. As Kitty walked along the sidewalk, she stumbled, almost falling to the ground. She looked around momentarily to see what tripped her, only to see nothing but a grate cover, which served as a vent for the subway. "Oh well, tripping happens to everyone" she mulled to herself. After a few more minutes of walking and mulling over multiple possibilities of concealment, she tumbled again, falling completely flat on her face. After a quick laughing fit from Dudley was over, and a quick death threat ordered to the mutt, she got up, checked her surroundings once more, and began to grow confused and frustrated as to what was causing this. 'Another grate?' she thought, 'but there is nothing protruding that could trip me!' She squinted her eyes, turned on a flashlight, and leaned down to the grate. Something was amiss. It struck her then, she wasn't even near the subway route – she was a few blocks away! Right? Kitty looked over the "grate" for a final time. The grate concealed a slight protruding ring, that did not look like metal, or for that matter, anything that a grate should have on it. "That's it!" she yelled to no one in particular. 'The bombs are the rings on the grates!' she thought eagerly.

"What's 'it'? Dudley questioned.

She ran to the next grate, sure enough, it had a ring around it as well. She brought up her com-watch and checked the time. 10:03 PM, it flashed. She decided to call Keswick, the stuttering scientist for confirmation as to quell her hunch.

"Keswick, am I on top of the subway line by chance, and do the grates that serve as a vent have a ring around them? What about evacuating the city? I don't care what it takes, I want every person out of the blast zone as quick as possible!"

After searching for a few minutes on his computer for the city's blueprints, he finally replied "No, and th-th-they were not designed to have rings on them, and as for the evacuation, I'll get the ch-Chief on that pronto, though it won't be easy if you're w-w-wrong," he warned "the citizens, AND the Mayor would be furious with us for r-r-ruining New Year's for them!"

"That's a price I'm willing to pay for later. If my hunch is correct, I've located the explosives! Now we just have to find the man with the detonator" she said with a determined grin upon her face as she turned her watch off.

'Now if I were a villain with explosives, where would I want to be' she thought. She noticed a relatively large building with a lustrous ball on its top.

'A grand spectacle atop the One Times Square building would fit the bill of a mastermind, but where and how could someone escape?'. After a few seconds, a thought hit her, 'if he got in the right position, he could very easily escape the building'. She also remembered a rarely used helipad was mounted rearward of the building. 'Bingo' she thought with a grin.


(An hour later..)

Breathless atop the gargantuan building, she drew her blaster, and began to search for Boris. Her ears twitched rapidly as she heard the footfall of her partner and the wind howling against the large windows. She ventured to the next floor up where the helipad lay, and began to continue her search once more for Boris. She noticed three very dark shadows out of the corner of her eye, against the structures wall, and began to make her way towards them. With a quick rush of adrenaline, and a dash of boldness, she sprinted around the corner.

"FREEZE! Put your hands up Boris, the jig is up, I know you have the detonator, now give it up!"

Her stature and bold attitude faltered slightly at the sight set before her. There, stood two large figures also brandishing a weapon, whom she quickly pieced together as his bodyguards. Their shadows had a great resemblance to two of Petropolis' well known criminals, Leather Teddy, and Bad Dog – both of which she had thought went missing! Behind the two, Boris stood there in the darkness of the shadow, his hand twirling a pen impatiently, whilst staring at his watch. He very slowly looked to her and with an evil smirk, shook his head that meant one word. No. It was then she realized that the pen was the detonator. It was too good to be true! It would be so inconspicuous, that nobody would ever know! He could carry it anywhere and nobody would bat an eye at it…

"Badenuf, drop, the, pen." She said slowly and firmly through gritted teeth, gripping her blaster harder.

He never did. 'I warned you' she thought. She shot and fired, hitting his right arm. He dropped the pen immediately. With a loud howl, he stumbled over to the edge of the helipad. Even with his wound he still managed to look Kitty in the eye and say, "Zis is not over voman, boys, attack!"

He then threw himself over the edge. She dashed to the edge of the pad, only to watch Boris disappear into the grey mist that surrounded the building, almost as if it had swallowed him up. She need not be sidetracked long, for an unmistakable battle cry could be heard.

"Hi Gee Gee!" yelled Dudley at the top of his lungs. With the strength of an Alaskan Malamute, he head-butted Bad Dog with astounding speed, sending the larger canine into the nearby pillar, knocking him clean out in one go. Kitty quickly aimed her blaster at Leather Teddy, who had his blaster aimed on Dudley, and fiercely fired the weapon. The smokey grey bear fell backwards, and with a loud *BOOM*, he fell unconscious on the floor as well, with a trail of smoke lazily trailing off of his fur.

Within an instant, Kitty received a call from the Chief. He explained to her that other large metropolitan areas were setup the same way with the explosives, and that Boris had connected them all to the singular pen he had carried. They had done it, she had saved not only New York, but multiple other cities! The last couple questions now remained on her conscious; where did Boris go, and did the citizens ever evacuate? She walked to the edge, only to find one of her two questions answered. Boris was nowhere to be found, naturally he disappeared, but a man like him could NOT have survived a three hundred and sixty three foot drop into the abyss. Could he? Science and some common sense could easily have proved that correct…

"Kitty we did it! We stopped the bad guy!" Dudley declared whilst jumping up and down.

"Yes we did Dudley, great job, and um, thanks for saving my skin back there" she added sheepishly.

"No problem Kitty! It's what partners are for, right?" He asked with a grin.

She answered with a genuine smile of her own.


Thanks for reading guys and gals! This is my first proper story, so I doubt it's all that good. The story actually stemmed off a school project I had, and this story is a revamped edition of said project, of course being adapted to T.U.F.F Puppy standards. This is not in the least bit a canon story, and defers from the show. However, I did try to retain the characters personalities/traits from the early stage of Season 1, such as Kitty being serious, but still having a fun side, and Dudley being a bit more competent than later on in the series, etc. I feel like I could have gone further with this, but writers block came and bit me in the hind end quite fiercely towards the end – that, and my project required a certain number of pages, so the ending sequence got somewhat strangled for details for sake of space. The "OC" (note it is in quotes) name is also a nod to a certain cartoon's villain, so points if you get that reference.