Panicked, Dale swam all over the fish tank, doing everything he could to not end up in the jaws of the piranhas.

Foxglove was panicking herself. Her first instinct was to dive in and get Dale out of there, but she couldn't abandon the others…

Fortunately, Zipper was able to grab her attention. He was jabbering quickly and in gibberish, but Foxglove knew what he was trying to say. He could check on the Black Hawk, while she went to rescue Dale. In a flash, Foxglove dove straight for the fish tank.

Dale had rounded a corner, but after holding his breath for so long, on top of swimming for his life, he was running out of steam, while the piranhas were right behind him, ready to chow down…

But Foxglove had dived in, grabbing Dale by the shoulders, and rushing out of the fish tank as fast as her wings could take her.

Dale coughed and inhaled deeply. "Whew!" he cried, "Thanks, Foxglove. I owe you one!"

"Don't mention it!" Foxglove replied as she flew down to where the Black Hawk had crashed.

The others were outside, safe and sound. They waved down Foxglove and Dale as they landed by. "Are you guys okay?" Foxglove asked.

"We're fine," Chip replied, "But we've lost sight of Fat Cat. And now we can't circle the ballroom."

"Don't worry," said Gadget, who was already fiddling with the copter, "I can fix the Black Hawk in due time."

Zipper flew up, grabbing everyone's attention, and yammering in that strange fly language of his.

"What's he saying?" asked Foxglove.

"Zipper says that gum-shot came from across the room," Monty pointed, "Where that food table's at."

"Time to hoof it, Rangers!" Chip announced, "Let's go!"

Gadget stayed behind to work on the copter, as the others raced across the ballroom, on all fours (except Foxglove who flew in low), running discretely between the legs and feet of summit guests.

"Stop right there, Fat Cat!" Chip shouted, as they all rounded the table and faced off against the fat cat.

Fat Cat turned to face them, with a cell phone in hand, and a snide look on his face. "You're too late, Rangers," he sneered, "The Ark has already been armed, and I'm not about to tell you where it's hidden. By the time you figure it out, if you figure it out, the entire place will be stunk up."

"Hey boss!" Meeps poked his out from another vent grate, "The stink bomb's all set up! Right in the ceiling vent, front and center like you wanted!"

Fat Cat slapped a palm on his face. "Doh…!"

The rangers whipped around, spotting the location exactly where Meeps said. "We'll never reach all the way up there in time!" Dale cried.

"I can!" shouted Foxglove, and she was already in the air, flapping towards the top to the vents. Once she reached it, she held her ear out to listen carefully, and heard the distinct sound of a timer beeping. That bomb was right next to the vent grate. Foxglove then flipped around, grabbed the vent with her feet, and pulled with all her might. The grate swung open… but the bomb fell right down…

… only to be caught by a hook, attached to the bottom of the RC Black Hawk copter. "I got it!" Gadget's voice rang out, "I have the stink bomb!"

It took for a moment to realize what she had just said out loud. "Wait… I have the bomb?!"

She quickly flew the copter around the room, in search of a place to dump it, catching the attentions of summit guests, as well as Temple Grandin. "What in th' world is THAT thang?!" she cried, "Who's pullin' a prank at a time like this?!"

"Hurry, Gadget!" Chip cried, "That bomb's about to go off!"

Just then, Gadget finally spotted a giant fountain in the middle of the ball room. She flew the copter overhead, and pressed a button on the console, which released the hook, and the bomb landed straight into the water.

*BAMF!*

The bomb went off under the waters of the fountain. No scent was released, but it did turn the water a disgusting shade of green. Some of the children in the audience couldn't help but giggle, while adults looked on in disgust.

"What low life creep would set off something like that at an Autism summit?! Somebody better call security about this!"

With the crowd distracted, Fat Cat and his crew attempted to make their way towards the safe. If they were going to steal this money one way or another, this would have to be their chance…

"Hold it right there, kitty!"

The group froze as security surrounded them, unpleased. "I never heard of pets pulling pranks, but you varmints are going down hard for this."

Defeated, as well as annoyed, Fat Cat and his henchmen reluctantly held up their hands in surrender.


Animal Control had come by to pick up the "terrorist animals". They leashed them and placed them in the back of their truck, where another fat, purple cat was locked up, alongside a weasel and a rat.

"Am I seeing double?" an officer asked as he placed Fat Cat and his men inside the truck.

"Found them down the road, along with the missing Shih Tzus," another replied, "Turns out they're the ones that captured the support dogs for tonight's summit."

"Talk about rotten apples, not falling too far from the trees," the first officer said, as he closed the doors to the truck.

Fat Cat and Maltese glared at each other, and sneered simultaneously, "Curse those rotten Rescue Rangers!"


The next morning, back at Rangers HQ, Gadget was fiddling around some more with the Black Hawk copter, and Chip decided to pay her another visit.

"So how's the work coming along?" he asked.

"Good as new!" Gadget announced as she closed up a compartment and wiped her forehead. "I had a lot of fun flying this thing. I can't wait to build more crafts like this. Foxglove should be back real soon with more parts from the junkyard."

"Oh?" said Chip.

Gadget nodded. "Foxglove's been a real help lately. I'm glad to have her around. And I know she's going to be a great addition to the Rescue Rangers."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Chip smiled, "Though I was asking about making more crafts." He placed on a pair of sunglasses and put on a 'stud' act, "Maybe you could build me a fighter jet."

Gadget giggled. "Sure thing, Top Gun. Just don't try stealing anymore kisses from me, all right?"

Chip suddenly dropped the 'stud' act. "Er, uh… what do you mean..?"

Gadget glared up at him. "I know what you were try to pull the other day. I am the brains of the team, y'know."

Chip glanced away, suddenly in shame. "Yeah…. Um…" he sighed, "I'm sorry, Gadget."

The mouse gave a faint smile. Poor Chip did look pathetic. "Oh, tell you what," she said, "I'll give you one kiss, but that's it. And don't get any funny ideas."

"For real?!" Chip cried.

"For real," Gadget replied.

Chip immediately leaned forward and puckered his lips. Gadget came closer, ready to kiss…

"Gadget! I found those RC parts that y-MPH!"

An over-eager Foxglove had suddenly gotten between Gadget and Chip, and she received the mouse's kiss instead.

Chip watched in pure agony. "Oh come on!" he shouted.

The two girls pulled back. "Golly, Foxglove!" Gadget chimed with a slight blush, "You sure are a good kisser."

"She sure is!" Dale announced from the door way, and winked at Chip, "Trust me, I should know."

And at that, Dale fell over in a fit of laughter, much to Chip's annoyance.