The fight wasn't a long one. The purse snatcher managed to knock Slapstick down using his bigger size, but the toon bear retaliated by blowing air into his thumb to inflate the size of his fist before delivering a harrowing punch that sent the thief back and against the wall of the alley. When he shook the hit off enough to look up he saw Slapstick reach his whole arm down into his pants pocket and pull out a mallet almost the size of his small body in preparation to finish it.

Panic set in as the toon moved quickly toward the thief. He put his hands out and up to try and stop the blow, but nothing could stop it as the mallet came down solidly onto the thief's body.

Slapstick rested the mallet on his shoulder after as he went to pick up the purse to return it to the couple. "I'm sorry that happened. Had he just given it back I would have let him go without it coming down to blows." he explained.

"Is he...dead?" asked the girl's boyfriend looking at the flat disk on the ground where the thief was.

"What happened? Why can't I move? What did you do to me?" came frantic panicked shouts as a pair of eyes and a mouth appeared on the disk.

"No. He's not dead. The same toon physics that protects me also extends to those I use my abilities on. My powers can't kill. He'll be fine in a few hours. Anyway if you'll excuse me I should get him down to the police station." replied Slapstick as he bent to pick up the flattened thief and turned to walk off.

Sorry for the story comments. I'm being inspired looking at these sketches. Thanks again for doing them.

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