Author's Notes: I just wanted to say thank you to anyone who has read my story thus far. It really means a lot. :)


The next few weeks were a complete blur. Boxer, for the most part, stayed home, trying to come to terms with what had happened. The rest of the town, however, was in chaos. The Toon Council had met every single day throughout that time, trying to decide upon the best course of action. Sadly, no one could agree on anything. Mayor Flippy was not only trying to pacify these things, but also had his own problems to contend with. It had been discovered by the TTPD that any escape from Toontown had been blocked off by the Cogs. Because of this, many of the resident's family and friends were separated from those still in the town. Sadly, Lily Doggenbottom, Flippy's wife, was one of those Toons apart from her family. Between coping with this loss and soothing his daughter, his hands were more than full. He desperately needed assistance. Thankfully, he already had one particular Toon in mind.

"I really doubt that you want my help, Mr. Mayor," Boxer pleaded. He sat in a tall, colorful chair across from Flippy, who sat comfortably behind his desk. As much as he felt companionship in the blue canine, he did not want to be recruited as his assistant. Boxer already had zero self-confidence, and if he were to make one wrong decision with this new job, he'd probably die. Well, maybe that was an overreaction.

"Boxer, listen," Flippy said. "I've known you for quite a while now, and I can see that you have wonderful judgement. I'll never be able to take care of all the town's problems on my own, so I need Toons with discernment and care to help me. And from what I can tell, you're one of them."

"But I'm nineteen years old!" he exclaimed, becoming flustered. "Why don't you pick someone else who's older, and more mature?"

Flippy calmly folded his hands. "So? I myself am only in my thirties. Maturity has absolutely nothing to do with age. Wisdom comes when you want it."

Boxer let out a frustrated moan. "But I'm not a brave person! These decisions will be serious!"

"And nothing will be enacted without my approval." Flippy straightened up and smiled warmly. "Boxer, I'm asking for your help, from friend to friend. I think you're brave, and intelligent, and capable of making sensible choices. But it doesn't matter what I think. You have to believe it as well."

Boxer hesitated, mulling those words over in his head for a few moments. Finally, he consented, sighing, "Alright, Mr. Mayor. I'll help you."

"Excellent." Flippy adjusted his gloves and retrieved some paperwork from his desk. "Here you are," he said, handing them over. "Oh, and please, just call me Flippy from now on."

"Uh… sure. Whatever you'd like." Boxer flipped through the pages as he quickly read over the fine print. Just as he was about to sign at the end, something caught his eye. "Director of Defenses and Cog Conflicts? That's MY title? But that would mean…"

"That you're the head of our war affairs," Flippy finished, nonchalantly.

"What!" Boxer abruptly stood up and pushed his chair back, a loud scratching sound resounding throughout the room. "You can't be serious."

"Well, I am," he responded, chuckling lightly. "And don't scratch the floors, Boxer, this isn't really MY office."

"I can't do this! You're asking me to head up any hostile arrangements, and essentially lead all of Toontown in fighting the Cogs!"

"Yes."

Boxer let out a deep breath and plopped back down into his seat. "But, why?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Because I believe in you." Flippy smiled. "Oh, but just wait until you start believing in yourself." He winked at him, and then, after checking his watch, said, "Well, I have yet another meeting with the Toon Council. Once you've made your decision, just leave the papers on my desk." And only minutes later, he was gone, leaving Boxer alone, the deafening sound of silence his only companion.

Boxer tapped the pen up against the desk, thinking back to Doomsday. He hadn't even seen Alex since then. He hoped he was okay. Usually, he wouldn't have worried at all, but after seeing his brother in such a state of weakness, he didn't know anymore. It was so… depressing. But then again, maybe this was his chance. Maybe he should take this position for Alex. If his brother had lost his courage, then he would be courageous for him. It would take a lot of determination, but after thinking about it for a bit longer, he put pen to paper and made it official.

The next week was an absolute nightmare for Boxer. For the first time in his entire life, people expected him to make very serious decisions. There was so much to be done. As it was, every single member of this 'Cog Conflicts' group was dispersed in experience and training and completely unorganized. It drove him crazy. He himself had made several suggestions for fixing this, but so far, not one solution could be decided upon.

The first thing that they acted upon, was how young Toons would be allowed to fight. They eventually decided that once a child reached the age of twelve, they would take a one-year fighting course and then officially be able to start training. Thankfully, this regulation was taken well, and continued to be the rule for many years to come. Next, they began assembling the official arsenal of gags. In the beginning, only throw and squirt were considered members of the collection, but over time, they added more and began expanding considerably.

But once these things were done, Boxer was taken back to the original problem. Not only did he dislike the way the group was formed, he absolutely hated their name. The Cog Conflicts team? Could it be any more cliché? So, after much thought, he figured that their name needed to emphasize an ongoing effort of stopping the Cogs. It needed to show that their main goal was keeping Toontown safe and protecting what little hadn't been destroyed. Ultimately, he came up with The Toon Resistance, a name which carried forth the exact message he desired. After this, he set requirements to be apart of the team, which, even by the TTPD'S standards would've been a little high. But it worked, and soon enough he had a rigid, unbreakable team, which prided itself on how inseparable of a unit they were.

And now it was almost time for their first mission as an authorized group. Sellbot HQ had just recently been rumored to have been seen near Daisy Gardens, a part of the town that was still trying to recover from Doomsday. Rightfully so, it was the Resistance's job to formally discover and investigate it. Boxer was terribly nervous being their leader in this venture, but he was also slightly excited, an emotion that he usually didn't feel when danger could be imminent.

He only hoped that he could live up to the standard that Flippy believed he could reach.