The sun shined gently down on the town of Acme Acres. Winter had come and gone, and spring was was in full bloom- in both flora and fauna. Bright, beautiful flowers decorated the lush green grass. The animals were busy building their nests, some who had settled in for nice, slow snuggle- the rest ducked further into their respective knotholes or pulled above tree branches down around them as they got more serious. The fragrance of the flowers mixed with the subtle pheromones, the smell of spring was in the air. This fact was lost on a certain toon, deep at work in the cold, dark, metallic cavern of her own design underneath her house. It's roof was lined with straight rows of LED light panels set to low, its various walls and halls were lined with control panels, and/or advanced machinery the likes of which very few have seen- and even less have survived. The only real sources of real light were from a lamp and the frequent buzzing of a soldering iron. In the middle of the light was the holder of the soldering iron- ferret with bat wings attached to her arms.

As she would tell anyone, she was born with them. Her fur was a caramel brown, with milk chocolate brown mask mask, ear tips and tail tip. The fur that ran from her muzzle and her stomach was beige. Her wings, which hung limply from her arms, though attached to her hips, were a dull brown. Big, thin, purple, circular glasses hung on her face, focusing the sight of her coal black eyes- one of which seemed to be enlarged behind a big magnifying lens. Her lips pursed, showing a glimpse of her carnivorous teeth and cute little fangs, before she stuck her tongue out in concentration. It was none other than Mina Cynclaire Ferrat, one of the four smartest teens this side of the toon-verse. While she was deep at work, soldering the wires of her lastest creation, a small, but sharp, beeping noise sounded.

“Mina,” a female, and seemingly artificial, voice called out from surround sound speekers. “You have have visitor.”

Mina sighed in frustration. Whenever she had time to herself and her lab, someone always kept calling on her. “Send her down,” Mina said, not looking away from her project.

As if on command, a platform rose from the floor, sporting a spiral stair case. A moment later, a cheery female voice spoke up. “Hey, you down there, smart girl?”

Mina snapped her fingers and a the stair case straightened itself into a spiral slide, upon which a female raccoon slid down, with a shrill yelp. Her fur, was a bright, sunny orange, and her hair seemed to be just an extenstion of that fur. Her under- fur, the fur that ran from her maw down her stomach, was a pretty sky blue, as were her hands and paws. Her mask, and tail stripes were dark brown. To complete the image, she had a cute magenta bow on her left ear. She skid to a stop right behind the ferret-bat.

“Designation: Sasha Raccon,' announced the female artificial voice as she raccoon got up and got herself together. “Purpose of visit: Invitation extension. Recipients: Mina Cynclaire and Marissa Cynclaire.”

Those words struck Mina by surprise, as they got her to look up from her project. An invitation? For her? Well, It made sense that Sissy would get an invitation, but never her! Mina put down her tools and turned around, and looked at Sasha curiously. Mina knew that she normally ran with her own crew, varying from a trio to a gang of seven and sometimes even more, and had the amorous Scotty Kat as her boyfreind. Between all of that, she found it hard believe someone would actually seek her out and invite her somewhere.

“Hey,” she said, finally.

“Hey,” said the cheery Raccoon. “So... You wanna come with?”

“For what,” Mina asked.

“Well, there's a new amusement park in town,” Answered Sasha. “And I thought you'd wanna come with?”

“Out there,” Mina gasped. You mean with bugs, people, and... Sunlight!?”

Sasha nodded, but Mina recoiled in response, hissing like a creature of darkness. Sasha slapped a palm to her face. Not another basement case! What was it with geniuses, their labs and aversion to Vitamin D? She sighed, knowing not to approach a lab dweller in this state- even if their siblings were more willing to head out. Luckilly, she had a special ace up her proverbial sleeve.

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A few moments later, Mina found herself, Sasha, and a ferret-bat that looked just like Mina except, she didn't wear glasses- just contacts. It was Marissa Cynclaire (Sissy as she liked to be called), Mina's twin sister. The red-orange Ford escape back door shut behind them. A female ferret with a lighter color scheme than the twins, but with no wings and a pair of small, smart looking glasses and a full head of silky, bouncy light brown hair. was at the wheel.

“Thanks again,” Mrs. F, Sasha smiled. She had just met the matron, and the Twins' mother, of the Ferrat family and was already casual enough to call her by Mrs. F

“Of course,” Mrs. Ferrat, smiled. “Now you three stay out of trouble. And don't blow anything up!” her smile faded as she glared at her bespectacled daughter and pointed at her. “That means you! Ta-ta!” With that, she cheerfully sped off.

Mina sighed as she turned around and took at look at the amusement park she was dragged to. The roller coasters were shoddily built as they still had the nail sticking out of them, making them look very unstable, structurally speaking. Not to mention, the rails themselves were either rusted or wooden. The Ferris wheel, though looking more better built, sped up and slowed down sporadically, from boringly slow to engine burning fast. Even the central big top top tent was lopsided.

“This cannot be built to code,” Mina complained. “What were the construction crew, foreman, and inspector during this establishment's assembly, inebriated?”

As if an answer to her question, three big burly bulldogs in hardhats, a smaller, but well suited jackal, and suited mouse with misplaced slender glasses stumbled by, singing incoherently. They were obviously drunk as they were hiccuping bubbles. Mina looked overhead and saw a white banner with freshly painted red letters that read. WELCOME TO FOXY'S. The S trailed, looking as if the person who fell while writing. Regardless, this told her all she needed to know.

“Of course,” Mina groaned under her breath. She looked around and saw Sasha and Sissy running off to enjoy themselves. Hey, she called out after them as she gave chase. “Wait for me!”

When she caught up, the three teens got a look at the attractions, and games. They were all classic games, but with alcoholic twists. One ride got their attention, though. It was a 50 ft upright ladder, topped with a diving board, over a wooden tub. There was a sign pointing to it that read FOXY'S CIDER DUNK $5 A POP. Mina- ever the genre savvy teen that she was, was very reluctant to go through with that. Sasha and Sissy each took hold of one of Mina's hands and dragged her towards ticket collector. They reasoned, that since they were toons, they were safe from any injury- Rule of Funny, not applying. When they got to the ticket collector, they saw a familiar cyan fox, dressed in typical carnival barker garb- red and white striped jacket, a refurbished straw hat, and an old style bamboo cane, manning the booth. He looked well groomed, and uncharacteristically sober. The red band around his hat read CAMEO.

“Why hello, there,” Foxy smiled. “Fancy meeting you here! So I take it you're here to be the first to experience the SPECTACULAR Cider Dunk? Just five measly dollars for the thrill of a lifetime. What do you charming ladies say?” He stepped back, gesturing to his ride with his cane. “Care to- as they say- take the plunge?”

Sissy and Sasha giggled, both at his joke and the excitement- Sissy hadn't taken toon style free falling yet, and was very excited to try. Sasha was a veteran at it and just loved it, especially with a nice cider pay off at the bottom. Mina, however remained unimpressed, and reluctant.

“Sorry, Foxy,” Mina said, folding her arms (as best she could). “But I'm not paying you five dollars to dive 50 feet into a tub of apple cider, and that's final!”

A catchy music number, and cutaway later, Foxy smiled as he heard the satisfying splash. He looked over to see two ferret-bats and a raccoon climbing out of the tub. The bespectacled one was already trying to walk on her own, one without glasses was stooped over, while the raccoon hung onto the side of the wooden tub for support. Despite that, their faces said it all- They were both having fun, and were drunk! He smiled as he thumbed through his new stack of fives and ones, nothing like a satisfied customer-and spreading the joys of fun alcoholic beverages.

“Hey,” Mina giggled. That was fun. “Wanna do it again?”

“Nah,” Sasha replied. “I think 20 times was enough.”

“So,” Sissy asked. “What do ya wanna do next?”

“I dunno,” Mina answered. “I never did this before. You two are the social ones.”

“Well, what normally happens, with you and your friends, Sasha,” Sissy asked.

“Well,” Sasha recalled. “We normally loose our clothes- those of us who wear them- and stagger off in the sunset or moonlight, enjoying our enebriated state and singing a song on our way home.”

And that's exactly what they did. They thanked Foxy for the fun; he thanked them for the cash, and even asked to join them. In such a short time, he had already covered the loss of clothes and sufficiently drunk parts. All that was left to do was choose a song and a fun route back home. Being Mina's first group outing, she got to choose the song; Sasha got to choose the route. Mina found it fitting to sing the Flim Flam Bros. Song, as did everyone else. With that taken care of, they set off on their way home. Their joyful, slurred voices could be heard in the soft afternoon air, their choice of song being so catchy everyone, and their grandma had to hum along to it- much to the vast annoyance of a certain blue bunny with one crooked whisker out of four, stuck in Mega-lo- Mart, stacking MLP toys. All in all, everyone had a good day that day.

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Author's note: What we see here is a WONDERFUL picture of my twins drawn by  ishoka and slot snagged by :Foxlover91: Thanks man! I really appreciate it. :3

Also... Twins, and their mom © me

Sasha Racoon ©  Foxlover91

and Acme Acres and universe thereof © WB