"Et has goon on to leng!" Said Larry. "Dis es feenal straw dat brake da camel's back!" The Zeeba Zeeba Eeta High Council had convened an emergency session, following an attack on a croc. An attack ordered by Rat, the underhanded rodent warlord who more or less ruled the Neighborhood. An attack carried out by Guard Duck, his chief enforcer. An attack requested and paid for by Zebra, the sworn enemy of the crocs.

"Yes." Agreed another. "Zeeba Neighba go TOO FAR dis time!" A murmur of assent rippled throughout the room.

"Now es time for acteen!" Shouted Bob, pounding his fist on the table. "I moteen we deeclar war wid Zeeba!" Cheers erupted from around the table.

"Ordah! Ordah!" shouted Larry. "Eet-A-Zeeb must weigh in on wedder or nat we gab da resources to go to war." Eet-A-Zeeb was a corporation set up by Z.Z.E. to more or less fund the fraternity's costly anti-Zebra activities. It had raised money for the organization by providing advertising for Clive's Coffee Beans, a coffee company, and doing contract work for the U.S. government.

All eyes turns to the representative on the council, a croc named Phil. Phil blinked, waking up to the fact that everyone else expected him to say something.

"Uh…" his voice trailed off. "We haz duh moonies?" In truth, Phil had no idea what the state of the shell corporation's funds were, but only provided a response to satisfy the other council members.

Several crocs cheered, and everyone looked back at Larry.

"Vary well." he said. "All en fever?" Larry asked, in the strange accent used by most crocs. The entire council raised their claws. Larry banged his fist in the table, in lieu of a gavel.

"Vary well." Larry said. "Da moteen passes. Generel Bob will preepar da troops."


The diner in which many of the inhabitants of the neighborhood dubbed "Pearlswood" often frequented was unusually empty as Zebra and Goat sat down to their weekly luncheon. Zebra hoped it was not a result of the latest shot fired in the ongoing feud between him and the crocs.

"So I heard you payed Rat to attack a croc?" Asked Goat as soon as the duo had ordered.

"Unfortunately so." responded Zebra, slightly ashamed. "But you have to understand, this croc was being really annoying. Following me around outside of the neighborhood, hiding in my trash, stealing my cable signal, I think you get the idea." Goat frowned, clearly disappointed with his friend for being so petty. At that moment, however, Zebra's iPhone buzzed. He answered it.

"Hello?"

"Listen Zebra, we need to talk." It was Rat. Zebra's snout twitched in confusion.

"Rat, I already had the fund wired to your account in Montenegro."

"This isn't about the payment. Dammit, Zebra!" he paused, breathing angrily. "This is about the attack you paid for! Those crocs are retaliating. Dammit Zebra, you just started a war!"

"Oh." Zebra said quietly.


This one was just an idea I had. We'll see where it goes from here, I suppose. Between my big Phineas and Ferb/Star Wars fanfic, and the two other fics I need to update, it might be awhile before I get back to this one. Please leave thoughts in your reviews.