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"Wise decision mate. You'll find the outback to be quite the dangerous place.,," Jake mentioned, replying to Kross. "Soon as our ride gets here, we can be well on our way. Thankfully we're in a safe zone, so we shouldn't have any trouble with- Oof!" Jake was knocked back a few feet by a charging dog. The blue dog knocked him against a rock, only for him to lift his hat above his face in confusion. "What kind o' Dingo are you supposed to be?" The blue dog didn't reply, as more of it's kind began to appear. Moles with Drills for noses spouted from the ground and birds with boxing gloves descended from the air.
"I've lived here all my life and never seen critters like these.. but if it's a whopping they're after!" Jake roughed up his nose and put up his dukes.


~MISSION START~ II. Dangers of the Outback

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"Hmmm... Cinderelly need; Pink Fabric, Pink thread, White Button, White Lace, and White Sash," Jaq read aloud. The pictures in Cinderella's dress design were descriptive enough fro the diminutive mouse to understand. "Everybody pick a meterial and meet back in Cinderelly room!" Before they set, off he yelled back out to warn them. "Oh, Carefee Roosafee! Roosafee a catcat! Meany, sneaky! Jump at you bite at you!" Jaq began to make hissing cat sounds to try and explain what he was saying. "Zugk-zugk? Cinderelly gonna be so surprised!"​

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Arriving at the haystacks, Krowley began to search the each individual hay bale. Most all of them looked alike, if not for the small trunk, pointing out of one of them. A short grey trunk stuck out only a few feet of his hiding place. "Umm, Dumbo?" he asked. "you can come out now." The trunk immediately sucked itself back into the hay. Sighing, Krowley called back out to Timothy. "Hey timothy! I think we found him!" he called reassuringly. The circus mouse became attentive and nodded, scurrying over to their location.​

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~MISSION START~ I. Find Dumbo​

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"Aww, dumbo, come on out, wonchya?" The top of the hay pile shook in a denied response. "Are you really gonna let those bullies get the best o ya?" Doing the opposite, the hay pile swayed back and forth in a confirming action. Timothy sighed turning back to Shapur and Krowley. "Dumbo here hasn't been doing so good since they took his mother away."​

"Why did they do that?" he asked attempting to finally understand the current situation.​

"You see, one of the human boys was makin' fun at poor Dumbo for his big ears and Mrs Jumbo lost her temper. She kind of lost it, and the circus folk put her in incarceration and we don't know what's gonna happen to her."​

"I see. So what happens to Dumbo?"​

"That's just it. I been trying to make him famous so they release his mother. I even pulled a few strings and got him to be part of the the headlining act. Dumbo the great will be known all over!"​

"I... guess that makes sense," he replied unconvinced.​

"Believe me kid, when you're big in the circus, you get connections... Now if only I can give the guy some boost of confidence. His show starts in 20 minutes!​

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"After confirming Dawson's attributes and origins he turned to the rest of the party. "You three are obviously not from here. The attempt at blending in is respectable though. Now if only I could use my disguises in that same discretion, but you know how hard it is to find the time these days." Once again remaining inattentive to them and more so on his focused task, he reach out a box from his cupboard and opened it, to reveal it was filled with different styles of bullets. Scouring the different selections, he had discovered the one he had been searching for. "A-ha! Now, where'd I put that other bullet..." he began to look along the ground, and look inside his pockets to search for the one he had been safeguarding. Olivia had spotted it fall from his robe pocket and tugged at his robe to get his attention. He turned to find her holding it directly in front of them.​

..Thank you.. Miss?"​

"Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham," she replied contently.​

"Yes, uh whatever" he replied heading towards a microscope.​

"Yes, but you don't understand-"​

"Shh!" Taking both the bullet from his collection and the one he had recently been keeping. Placing them both under the microscope, he turned them in opposite direction hoping to find a match. "Yes... Yes!.... Noooooooo Drat!" he cried out furiously. "Another dead end..." he began to sulk towards his chair. "He was within my grasp! It took me a week to attain that bullet and I have nothing to show for it" he then collapsed in his chair with his hand on his forehead. Taking this as an opportunity, Olivia stepped forward to explain her situation. ​

"Now will you please listen to me? My daddy's gone and I'm all alone."​

"Young lady... this is a most inopportune time," Basil replied woefully.​

"Surely your mother knows where he is?"​

"I-I don't have a mother," she said hesitantly.​

Clenching his teeth in an awkward reply. "Well then.. perhaps- See here! I simply have no time for lost fathers!" he explained in a flurry of confused replies.​

"I didn't lose him! He was taken! By a bat!"​

Basil had suddenly become interested as his eyes widened. "Did you say Bat?"​

"Y-yes..."​

"Did he have a crippled Wing?!"​

"I don't know... But he had a peg leg!"​

"I say.. do you know him" Dawson asked.​

"Know him?! That bat, one 'Fidget' by name, is an employee of the very fiend who was the target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment! The nefarious Professor Ratigan!"​

"Ratigan?"​

""He's a genius Dawson! A genius twisted for evil! The Napoleon of crime." Basil had all of a sudden become very charismatic in his explanation of his foe.​

"As bad as all that, eh?"​

"Worse! for years I've tried to capture him, and I've come close. So very close... But each time, he's narrowly evaded my grasp!"​

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"That's the spirit then! Ladies, don't hesitate to take my arm, it is going to be a treacherous hike," he winked, tipping his hat. He took the map back from Karina and began to examine the trails. "Let's see which way we're taking.." Looking alongside the Outback's map, he shook his head in disappointment. "Tsk tsk. Well according to this outdated mess, our choices are between the Suicide trail through Nightmare Canyon, or the shortcut at Satan's ridge. I personally recommend the suicide trail; More snakes, but less quicksand. After that, I know the terrain like the back of me ear. Maps are useless in the outback anyway." With that said, he took both the map and compass and threw them away. "Yana and other miss, don't take that as a diminishing of your abilities, you are still vital to this mission." He turned back to Kross, who had still been carrying the bag he threw him. "You're still fine in your own duty," he said, packing on a few more bags. "All set then, just soon as the little mate over there's all set, we can start making our way."

~MISSION COMPLETE~

Karina leveled up!
AP Increased!
Learned Combo!

Kross Leveled up!
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Learned Guard!
Learned Dodge Roll!

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Jaq felt suddenly inspired by everyone's willingness to assist in making Cinderella's dream come true. "Say, got an idea!" He exclaimed excitedly. "We a fix a Cinderelly dress for da ball!" Jumping off the windowsill he trotted quickly to get a closer look at the dress design. "Can't be too hard! Just need lotta pretty things! Jaqjaq find all sorts of things around da house that would look good on Cinderelly!" He paused once more to think. "But uhh.. what would Cinderelly want on her dress?"
Determined, he climbed, her nightstand, to search for any sort of indication to Cinderella's desired design. As luck would have it, she left pehind a depicted sketch of materials that would make it complete. "Zugk-zugk, everything we need right here!" Kneeling over the nightstand, he yelled back down to the rest of the party.
"Runa, Etree, Steer, Kelkel! you help a Jaq, help cinderelly?!"

Answering Luna's question, she turned back to face them. "Mm, I'm going to the royal ball tonight," she replied. She let out a blissful sigh of relief. "I guess dreams really do come true. "Cinderella!" Once again, a shrill and elderly voice called her back out to do more chores. Looking reluctantly back at her dress, her eyebrows grew perched. "I guess my dress will have to wait."
"Cinderella!" "Cinderella!" two more unfamiliar voices cried her name out. "Coming Drizella! Coming Anastasia!" She called obediently back. Before departing once more, she turned to the group of small folk again. "My stepsisters. Family comes first," she said smiling her usual smile. With the door closed behind her, Jaq's antic smile faded in sadness.
"Poor Cinderelly... Every time she find a minute, that's the time when they begin it!" he let out a woeful sigh. "She not goin' to da ball. Work! Work! Work! She'll never get her dress done!"

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Last Time on Chicken Ball Z..​

Colonel had found the first Chicken Ball at KFC. But still needs to find the other 6 so he can summon the Eternal Chicken; Shencock.

"Wasn't aware a new district opened out west..." he a sceptically pondered aloud. "Well, this saves us loads of time in travel," he smiled brushing it off. "As the most experienced field agent, I guess it makes the most sense that I lead the troop." Looking back tot he group of three, he assigned them all positions. "The lovely lady in the black skirt can be our scouter, and the lovely lady in the red skirt can be our navigator." Jake handed out a navigator and compass to Karina and Yana respectively. "You can be the pack mule, I guess," he declared, throwing his a few bags for Kross to catch. "Roles assignment check. In case you weren't briefed over at HQ, allow me to fill you all in on our current crisis."

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Without any hesitation or time wasted, he quickly pulled out a pen and clipboard. Clearing his throat he began to speak. "A mister Percival C. Mcleach has gone and abducted a young boy named Cody. Details are sketchy, but recon has informed us, it has something to do with a local golden eagle. Very rare, and priceless. 'Marahute,' as the locals her, has a nest somewhere in the mountains. No doubt that poacher is after the sheela's nest and eggs." Putting away the briefing clipboard, he gave a very serious expression. "This man is a murdered poacher who stops at nothing to claim his catch. I won't lie to you.. It's going to get very messy out there. The Outback is no walk in the park. Sure you neophytes are up to it?"

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"Together's fine... Don't need to risk separation. If there any heartless in this world, it's best not to stray too far from each other." Focusing on the task at hand, he took mental notes on key landmarks inside the tent. He had seen the performance equipment and the festivities outside, but Dumbo sounded somewhat secluded and would probably be residing inside the tent. There were animal stables far back he had yet to visit, perhaps the little guy was back there. "If I were outcasted... I think I would want to separate myself from everyone," he stated out loud. "Since everyone's outside, it could be wise to start our search inside, where they keep the elephant residences."

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Jaq was seen standing at the room's windowsill, happily admiring the view. "Best part o' Cinderelly room is view."He pointed out and declared; "Thas a palace -- King's palace! gonna be a big ball tonight! Cinderelly gonna go too!" He stopped to sigh. "At lest.. Jaq thinks Cinderelly going.. I don't know. Stepmother keep a Cinderelly busy all day!" He immediately stopped talking to the sound of footsteps behind him. Cinderella had stopped in for a moment.
"Hello everyone. Have you become friends already?" Jaq smiled and nodded vigorously in response. "Oh that's wonderful." Cinderella reached behind her closet and pulled out a seamstress mannequin. a ruffled pink drass had been placed on it, and she was happily making sure it looked perfect. She began to hum a tune as she pulled out a few sewing materials.

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With Raisor's arrival, Dawson had become quite grateful for all the help. "Quite a rally of help isn't Olivia? We'll find your father in no time." He smiled, trying to cheer the little girl up. It had a minor influence, allowing her to return a weak smile. The maid had been staring at the floor blankly without moving her eyes. "I say, umm, not to protrude your hospitality, but by chance when can we see Basil?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, of course, how down right stupid of me," the housekeeper pondered, laughing. Reaching the top of her bonnet, she popped off her head, revealing a male mouse inside. "Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow!" Basil smiled at Dawson's confused stare. He pulled a tab on his dress, releasing a gust of air, diminishing his hefty womanly form and revealing his slender body type. While Dawson was baffled, Olivia gleamed in relief. Jumping off his chair, she rushed to him to propose her case. "Mr. Basil! I need your help and I-"
"Yes, yes all in good time," he replied blatantly. Throwing away his disguise, he put on a robe from his mantle and began to speak. "You weren't followed were you? Yes I welcomed you into my home, but on the grounds to fully illuminate any suspicion and must say I'm quite relieved," while seeming inattentive or interested, Basil displayed a lot of keen attention to detail.
"Yes, well thank you, but this young lady is in need of assistance, I think you ought..."
"Yes yes, in time, Doctor."

"A-ah, wait just a moment. How did the duece did you know I was a doctor"

Basil Chuckled softly. "A surgeon, to be exact. Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right?"

"Why, yes. Major David Q. Dawson. But how could you possibly"
"Quite simple, really. You've sewn your torn cuff together with the Lembert stitch, which of course, only a surgeon uses. And the thread is a unique form of catgut distinguished by it's peculiar pungency and found only in the Afghan provinces"
Dawson, still baffled, manage to blurt out; "Amazing!"
" Actually... it's elementary, my dear Dawson," he replied with a classy smile.

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"Just a minute, if you please," he said, halting Shapur. "I gotta do somethin' about this. These broads need a lesson." The brown mouse stood as tall and slender as his little body could, making his hat and tail, fully erect. "You fellas might wanna find some cover!" With that said, he began stomping his feet in a marching fashion, going out into the center ring. Slowly marching further and further into the huddled circle of pachyderms. Krowley watched confused as nothing happened. silence for a few seconds, until one of the elephants screamed out.
"MOUSE!!!!" all the elephants scattered in a mess of a manner, hiding behind the bleachers, running out of the tent, and some had even attempted to climb a pole. The small mouse could be seen in the middle of the chaos, shaking his hands around and making odd squeaks with his mouth. It wasn't long before nearly all the mammals had vacated the premises.
He continued to act bizarre, yelling at them as they ran off. "So you like to pick on little guys, huh? Then why don't you pick on me!?" Watching them fade into the rest of the attractions outside, he began to wipe some of the foam off his mouth. "Overstuffed haybags...hehe, wait till I tell the little guy." Walking back, he paused, nearly forgetting about the two. "Oh that's right, pardon my little 'act' back there. Just really bugs me when they go gabbing on about the poor little fella."
He paused once more to re-eximne them. "In all the excitement I never really noticed how tiny you guys were. But then again, it's the circus. Hardly anything surprises me anymore. Now let's see, what were we talking about again?"
Krowley was going to open his mouth to repeat Shapur's query when the mouse spoke again. "Whoops, hehe. Nearly forgot my manners; Name's Timothy Q. Mouse. Call me what you like, but prefer Timothy." Attempting to introduce them, Krowley was once again beaten tot he punch. "Say, I'm sure Dumbo would love to meet ya guys. He's a bit shy and don't got much friends, but you looks like an honest pair. I mean, you don't talk much, but neither does he, so I think you'll get along well enough."
Blinking behind his goggled visor, he turned to Shapur and shrugged.

~MISSION START~ I. Find Dumbo

"I'm sure he's around her somewheres. Eating peanuts or whatever else elephants do..."

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Mouse hole after mouse hole turned up failures with not hearing the slightest sound of a string instrument. "My word, it's getting late," Dawson stated as he pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead while pulling out a pocket watch from hit coat pocket. "It's nearly half past 9... I don't think anyone would be playing at this-" before Dawson could continue, a violin suddenly began to play. "By jove... of all the odds." Picking up his hand and holding Olivia's hand, he waddled toward the direction of the music, for just around the corner, a light could be seen from the second story window at the corner of baker street. Down below the house, another light could be seen illuminating from a small hole in the side of the house. "I do believe this is it, chaps." with a gulp and tight grip on the minor's hand, he ran out of the rain and up tot he doorstep of the mouse residence. The number 221 could be seen beside the dwarven door.
Placing his bag down, he knocked on the door 3 times. With not even seconds passing, the door swung open, revealing a housekeeper maid wearing a blue dress and bonnet. "Uh, good evening madame. Is this the residence of a 'Basil of Baker Street?'" he asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid it is. He's not here at the moment, but you're welcome to come in and wait." The maid was carrying books, rags and other household chores that were keeping her busy.
"Oh, I don't want to impose... I-it's just the girl," he motioned his hand to Olivia, who had disappeared from his left side. Unaware from the 3, the little mouse had already made her way into the house and was fiddling with a magnifying glass. The housemaid sighed as she welcomed the others into the home. "Mister Basil will be right with you."

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Jehovah's witness?

Jake paused, being skeptical at their mention of a keyhole. "Keyhole huh? I don't think I'll ever get you Yank lingo down," he expressed, snuffing away anymore interest in the matter. "What these two are asking..um..would you mind showing us around? We're kind of new here," Kross said. "To Australia. It seems like a nice place."
"Yeah, it can also be mighty fierce though. Got keep a good eye out in these parts, but no need to worry, I've had plenty experience in the field. Don't you ladies worry your little furry head." he winked to both of them before continuing on with his briefing. Anyways, down to business, you 3 are here for the boy kidnapping I take it. McLeach has been a real problem to the R.A.S. lately, what with his poaching. Took down one of the rare golden eagles just last week, he did." Before continuing, he paused again to re-examine the bunch. "Where exactly did you say you were from again?"

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"Uhh, no banday," he said confused at the term. He still took the injury and yelled back "Cinderelly bandage you when done with chores" Jawqstopped in his tracks for a few moments and began pointing out the ports to each room in quick succession. "Dat a wardrobe room! Dat a sista room! Dat a stepmuda room!"Dat a kitchen!" He finally stopped at one of the mouseholes to wait for them to catch up. "And dis best part o' house; Cinderelly room!" he quickly scurried quickly calling the others to follow. "Follow Jaq. He a show you best part o' Cinderelly room!" He moved aside the small block of wood that acted as a way of concealing the mouse hole. "Zugk-zugk!" The mouse scurried into Cinderella's room, awaiting the others to join him.

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"Doubt they'd hear us," he replied back. At this size, I'm not sure many would. Especially elephants. "Besides, I don't think I'd want to. They sound awfully judgmental.""
The elephants continued to gab over Krowley and Shapur's short back and forth. They were beginning to elaborate on why this mystery elephant was sent away.
"Well I must say I don't blame her for anything."
"You're absolutely right! It's all the fault of that little F-R-E-A-K..."
"Yes, him with those ears that only a mother could love..."
"Ladies, ladies, It's no laughing mater at all! Don't forget that we elephants have always walked with dignity, his disgrace is our own shame."
"Freak? Krowley continued to question.Whoever these elephants were, they were awfully cold. Based n their conversation he concluded that something happened with a mother and her baby. This was only theoretical though.
"Gab, gab, gab. Always gossiping!" a voice criticized from the rear."I'm glad the little guy ain't here to here dis." Krowley turned around to find a brown circus mouse eating a peanut.

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Upon entering the mouse hole, a slurry of a wooden was revealed behind the walls. There was a lot of climbing involved as well as tossed away cups and silverware to work around. "Cinderelly wanna go to the ball!" he exclaimed . He began to bounce from level to level with ease, using the environment to his advantage. He lept off edges, and even used a fork to ricochet him into the air. "Zugk-zugk. Cinderelly room straight ahead!" he shouted from the top pillar.

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Atop the landing bay building, the mouse began to whittle away at a twig. He was attempting to cut something on the small piece of wood, but kept cutting himself on the blade. "Ouch! Useless trade anyway..." He threw both materials on the ground and lifted his ear to see if any of the R.A.S. operatives had arrived yet. He could hear a very faint conversation from below and peered to have a better view. He could see 3 mice in foreign clothing walking past the landing strip.
"Had to be a couple of yanks," he thought to himself. "Best get the greetings out of the way now." He shut off the radio before shimmying down a long rope line to hop to their location. He was not looking forward to foreigners as they were most difficult to work with in his past experience. Namely Americans, for their rash and impulsive decisions. He hopped closer and closer to them, silently muttering to himself. "Crazy yanks, do anything they want without regard for-" He stopped his complaining as the 3 mice came into view. The dark haired male he didn't care for, but he stood speechless at the sight of the lovely silver-hair and brunette ladies.
Shaking his head, he grinned and turned on his charm. Once close enough, he graciously tipped his hat. "Welcome to Australia ladies! My name's Jake, and if there's anyway I can make your stay more pleasant... don't hesitate to ask." He offered a friendly smile, ignoring Kross entirely.