Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

There came a time in every meerkat's life when the need arose to do one very important thing.

And that very important thing, of course, was to go and find the police in order to ask them if they would get to the bottom of all of the bugs being missing on the island. It was a travesty, after all, to have a whole island with not a single bug on it to chow down on this time of year. Whoever decided to put islands in places that got cold really ought to be ashamed of themselves.

It took a little work, of course, but finally Timon managed to make his way inside by slipping through the mail slot.

And once he was in, he noted with no small amount of dismay that leaving again was going to be a challenge.

Which was just fine with Timon. The fish in the water cooler carried on some of the most scintillating conversation.

"You don't say? You know, I totally understand what it's like, having to scramble just to get the stale stuff, pal," Timon sympathized. "I spend all my time with a real pig."

The HQ was... open, more or less.

[And flying without OCD today, because I have nooo idea how to work it in a properly AU manner.]

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Sometime later that day, Max stumbled down the stairs and into the office, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. What? It was a weekend; he was allowed to sleep in!

He blinked at Timon. And blinked again. Neurons started to rouse themselves from slumber enough to process that something wasn't right. "DAAAAAAAAAAAD!!! There's a rat-thing in the living room!" No, he hadn't realized he wasn't in his own home, yet. That would probably take a can of soda.

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Shortly behind Max was another awkward, lumbering form. "You don't need to yell at your old dad, Maxy," Goofy said, stumbling down the last few stairs and surveying the office. "An' you should never be rude to guests."

He didn't remember inviting over a ... weasel? But you shouldn't insult company either way.

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Timon was going to stare at the pair who had just made their way down the stairs. And then he was going to look at Spatula. Spatula looked about as confused as he was, so he didn't press the matter there.

Instead, he climbed up onto the roller-chair. And from there, he hopped up onto the desk. And he crossed his arms over his chest. And he frowned.

"I'll have you know, I am not a rat." A pause. "Or a cat. Or a dog. Or a cat-dog. Or a rat-cat. Or a weasel. I got a list of things I'm not, guys. Sheezsh. You'd think people would know a meerkat when they saw one."

Not rocket science, really!

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"A... meerkat? What the heck's a meerkat?"

It was entirely possible he'd seen pictures of them in school. If he had, he'd forgotten them. "And why are you in our..." He looked around. "...Where's our house?"

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"Maybe we're in his house," Goofy suggested. "Pleased ta meetcha, Mister Meerkat. I'm Goofy, an' this here's my son, Max. This sure is a nice house you've got."

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"Actually, I don't think this is a house." Timon blinked, glancing at Spatula.

Yeah. Nothing.

"I came here lookin' for the freelance cops that are supposed to run this joint. You have any idea where they went? I'm trying to find some bugs."

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"You've been BUGGED?" Max asked. "Oh, that is SO COOL!!! It's just like a movie or something!!! Are you a secret agent?"

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"I'm afraid we're not the police, either," Goofy said helpfully. "Maybe we could help you look for 'em! I'm sure they'd know what to do with those bugs you've got."

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Timon Berkowitz: Secret agent.

... He kind of liked the sound of that, actually.

"I have my suspicions," Timon mused, and now he was totally pulling what he was saying right out of his little fuzzy behind, "that these missing police was the ones responsible for the troubles with the bugs. It's all too convenient, really. No sooner do I come to find them than they up and disappear, Poof! without a trace."

He had his hands clasped behind his back. He was pacing. For a little mongoose-wannabe, he was managing to look all too official about it.

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Max had all kinds of experience dealing with stupid people. He did it every day, after all.

"You know, somehow I really don't think that's what happened."

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"Now, that's not very nice, Maxy!" Goofy said, gaping at his son. "You tell him you're sorry, right now."

Goofy shrugged awkwardly. "Sorry, there, Mister Meerkat. He didn't mean nothin' bad by that."

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Timon waved one hand at the both of them, so very dismissively.

"Well, then what do you suggest it is, twerp?" He was short, himself. That wasn't going to stop him from name-calling. "I would loooove to hear your theory on what might have happened to all the bugs on this island. Really."