(These series of events take place ten years before the event of The Advventures of Marty Mask.)
Anya knocked the doors to the interrogation room with purpose. She was determined to see this criminal degenerate filth behind bars. She sat down at the table and glared at the well dressed toad in a nice black suit, black tie and fedora. The toad smirk back, a look which enraged the dog even further.
“Ya know, I’m findin’ dis whole thing ta be just a little bit insensitive! I mean I just lost my brother, my one and only brother and you doggies drag me down here. I mean for cryin’ out loud, can’t a guy have some time ta morn around heya?! You can bet your furry rear end da chief of police iz gonna be hearing some words from me about dis!” He said.
Yeah right, I’ll bet you’re in morning.” Anya snarled back.
She slammed a piece of paper down on the table containing his account of the events of last night.
“So Mr. Ricky Toad, let me get this straight, you’re saying your brother Slip Toad got drunk on too much wine at his birthday party at his penthouse apartment at Loveheart Towers. In his intoxicated stupor he began to think that he was some kind of hawk, and threw himself through the window and fell to his death.”
“Yeah dat sounds about right, I tried ta stop him, I wuz like no Slip! Don’t do it, Ya ain’t no bird! But he never did listen ta me, bless his soul. Oh geez poor ol’ Slip! Why didja hafta do it, why!”
“BULLCRAP!!!” Anya shouted at the toad slamming her paws down on the table. “I don’t care how drunk you are! You still retain some sense of self-preservation! You don’t just throw yourself out a fifty story building unless you’re suicidal or something!”
“Ya know what? I think ya might be onta sometin’ detective. Slip has been lookin a little down and depressed dese past few days, maybe he just decided ta end, it all ya know?”
“But you just said he thought he was a bird!”
“Well I just think that could have play a little part in it ya know, maybe deep down he rreally wanted ta die or something like that. It’s all just a theory.”
“Just a theory huh?” Anya growled. “Well that interesting now I have a little theory of my own, you want to hear it? My theory is that Slip didn’t go through that window on his own accord. I think that Slip might have been thrown out of the window. Now let’s not play stupid and try to pretend that Slip wasn’t running a criminal empire. He’s the main supplier of the drug called ‘Happy Juice’ in Geltempo City. I’ve been on his trail for months now trying to bring him in. Now who would be the next to take over his criminal empire if he were to suddenly die? Why it would be no one else but his very own brother! Long story short, you stand a lot to gain from his death!”
“Ok Miss Detective I don’t know what dis ‘criminal empire’ or dis ‘Happy Juice’ ya talkin’ about but it sounds like yiz insultin’ my family reputation and acussin’ me of murderin’ my own brother after I’ve been bein’ nuthin’ but cooperative wid you doggies! Now I’ll have ya know dat dere were at least twenty other creatures at dis party and alla dem saw poor ol’ Slip throw himself out da window and will testify ta dat fact. You ain’t got nothin’ on me! Ya hear, nothin! I’m really startin ta get kinda offended here I just lost my brother, I wuz tryin’ to set up his funeral arrangements and now I gotta deal wid dis crap?! ”
Suddenly The chief of police Jonas Cranjaw entered the interrogation room. “You’re free to go Mr. Toad.”
“Wait what?!!” Anya shouted indignantly.
“I said he’s free to go, we just got done interviewing all the party guest they all confirmed his story.”
Mr Toad stood up. “Well thanks a lot cheify! Glad ta see someone at dis station is competent, ya know dis dog wuz tryin’ ta say dat my dear dead brother was some kinda criminal and dat I murdered him? I wuz just about ta pick out da flower for his funeral and den she busts in da flower shop and drags me down to da station where I gotta deal wid dis crap. I gotta say I a little bit surprised in how lacking ya officers are in da tactfulness department!”
“I apologize for any inconvenience we may have cause. She was just simply doing her job and pursuing all possible leads. But as of now, the case is officially closed.”
Anya began to protest. “But Sir I-“
“I said the case is now closed Officer Jenkins!” Chief Crajaw snapped firmly.
Mr.Toad shugged. “Well da case iz closed, dat’s dat!” He walk past Crankjaw out of the room. “Gimmie a call if ya need anything else, I do my best ta cooperate. Just so long as I don’t have ta deal wid her again!” And with that Mr. Toad left the room leaving Anya seething in her seat. He could almost feel her glaring at his back. The dog promised herself that one day she would catch that amphibian and wipe that smug look off his face once and for all.
It was nighttime as Mr. Toad’s car pulled up outside an old abandoned lookin building. It was an old Ice cream parlor that looked like it had been shut down ages ago. This was the secret meeting pace that the amphibian mafia used when discussing business. Mr. Toad climbed out of his car lighting the cigar in his mouth and pounded on the dusty boarded up front door.
The door open a crack restrained from opening any wider by a chain on the handle.
“What da heck do you want?!” A voice shouted from inside
“C’mon Paulie its me!”
“Yaa know I can’t letcha in until ya say it Ricky!”
“Fine! Its da building inspector, I’m here ta check for termites, now lemme in already.”
The chains latetered as the speaker inside undid them.
The door was opened revealing a bright green tree frog in a neat shirt and tie with a pistol holstered on his belt. It was Paulie, Mr. Toad’s best friend since tadpolehood and the only creature he allowed to get away with calling him by his first name.
“Geez Paulie, haven’t ya been knowin’ me long enough ta recognize me by now?!”
“Ain’t no such thing as bein’ to careful Ricky, specially wid dem dog getin’ craftier nowadays. Dey could be sendin some undacover look a like or somethin’!”
“When da heck have ya eva heard of dat happen’? Could dey even find a guy dat look like me enough ta pull it off?”
“I dunno but its betta to be safe den sorry.” Paulie responded.
“Whateva, iz everybody in dere?”
“Yup, we’z all waitin’ on you. In da back.” Paulie sad motioning to the kitchen door.
“Aw geez.” Mr. Toad murmered to himself. He took a deep breath.
Paulie sensed his uneasiness and laughed. “Ha ha ha. Don’t tell me da big bad Ricky Toad iz nervous!”
“Yeah keep on laughin’ Palulie. Ima make ya swallow dis lit cigar if ya keep it up!”
“Ha, ha too late ta act all tough now! You sweatin’ and shakin’ more den when dat dog collared ya in da flower shop!”
Mr Toad sighed, “Dat wuz a situation I knew I could handle! Dis iz da first time I’m gonna be adressin’ da gang as da boss. I’m just hopin’ I don’t screw dis up!”
“Relax Ricky, ya got dis! We would’ve all agreed ta whack Slip if we didn’t think ya had what it takes. Now get in dere we’s all waitin’ on ya orders!”
Mr. Toad grinned. “Ha you’re right! Well lets not keep them waitin’.” He straightened up his tie and strode into the kitchen. The kitchen had been converted into a secret meeting room with a long conference table in the middle of it. About elven amphibians sat at the table, a mixed assortment of Toads, frogs, newts and one salamander. They sat at the table talking amongst themselves. The all strained up as Mr. Toad entered the room.
“Evening! I’m here guys! Hope I didn’t keep you ladies waitn’ to long!”
A frog and a salamander, both eager to make a lasting impression on the new boss both got up at one.
“Here boss, let me get dat chair for ya!” The salamander said scrambling to get out of his own chair.
The frog had gotten up at the same time and tried to push the salamander back down “Siddown Louie, I can get a chair for da boss!”
Louie angrily pushed back at the frog. “I said I’ll get da chair before you did Phil, so I’m gonna get da boss da chair. Now get outta my face before I make you need a chair yourself, a wheelchairr.”
“Hey knuckleheads!” Mr Toad shouted, “I can get my own chair, now both of ya siddown and quit wastin’ everyone’s time whith ya yammerin’.”
Phil and Louie both sat back down as Mr. Toad pulled out his own chair and stat in it. A crystal bowl of honeyed wingless horseflies, Mr. Toad favorite snack sat there, on the table. He took one out of the bowl and tossed it inside his mouth.
“Alright so as you guys know we all kinda had a little dissatisfaction with how Slip was running things! Da funds for da Amphibian Mafia have been slowly dwindling,’ for some time its been pretty obvious dat sellin’ Happy Juice, just ain’t cutting’ it. And well unfortunately Slip wuz refusin’ ta recognize da predicament we wuz in. Me an Paulie here wux tryin’ our best ta talk some sense into da guy but he just refused ta see reason. He wouldn’t do anything ta expand da business and he refuse ta step down.
“Dis wasn’t an easy call ta make, believe my, he wuz my brother, but it became clear dat he had ta go and when y gotta go you just gotta go!
“So now I’m gonna be callin da shot from here on out and da first order of business iz ta start branchin’ out because it pretty obvious dat da dough we’s makin’ off da Happy Juice aint enough!”
“Why don’t we just rob a bank or somethin’” A random salamander asked sitting across from him at the table.
“Yeah dat’s a great idea Vinny let’s just rob da bank! Dat certainly ain’t gonna start bringin’ da heat up our butts. I already got one dog detective with a grudge wid me. Why don’tcha shuddap and take some time out ta think before ya say something stupid again.” Mr. Toad responded. “And besides I though we’ve grown past dat. Bank robbin’ iz what broke petty drug addict strung out on da Happy Juice do. We’re a professional business here. So I say what we need ta do iz expand. Startin today we’z gonna start sellin dese!”
He put a handgun on the table from his coat on the table.
“Whoa so you mean we gonna be doin’ weapons now?” Louie asked
“Yeah, I’ve been doin’ some investigatin’ and it turns out dere’s a big market for unregister guns and stuff. So I say why don’t we break off a piece of da pie.”
“What!!? Are you nuts or somethin’ we can’t do dat. Everyone know the Charles Golfox runs da weapon racquet in dis city, It we star sellin’ guns on his turf, he’s gonna massacre us!!” Vinny shouted springing out of his chair.
Mr. Toad pick up the gun up off the table and shot it, hitting Vinny in the arm. The salamander went down with a scream.
“No let me make on thig clear here boys, I may be new to dis whole boss thing,” Mr. toad said placing the gun back on the table. “But if dere’s one thing I ain’t gonna be toleratin’ and dat’s disrespect. I gotta reputation to keep now. So yah see I can’t really letcha get away wid insultin me like dat. Next time Imma aim for da head! Da Golfoxes don’t own dis city! If dem foxes can’t deal wid a little friendly competition den I’ll be more den happy ta feed alla dem to da carrion society! Now before we move on, is dere anyone else who has issues wid my little business venture?” The whole room was silent save for Vinny’s whimpering on the floor.
“Fantastic, Paulie, do me a favor and get dat map of Geltempo. Now I’ve already made a deal wid dat penguin, Don Polo, da weapons dealer in Antarctica, he gonna sell us da hareware wholesale so den we can distribute dem throughout da city. Nao I’ve marked out all da blocks on da map where we’s gonna be setin’ up shop at. Oh yeah and somebody better call da doctor for Vinny I guess before he bleeds out or sometin’.”
TWO WEEKS LATER
It was morning time at the Golfox Manor and the wealthy family of bright red foxes, The Golfox family were enjoying their usual breakfast of tea and chicken biscuits.
“Oh yes Charles dear! I’ll be using the car, I’ll be doing some shoe shopping today and I simply cannot be seen without getting my fur waxed!” Margret exclaimed as she sipped her tea.
Charles didn’t look up from his open newspaper as he spoke. “Well you’re going to be having to take the hover limo today Darling. I’ll be needing the car, I have some business maters to attend to.”
“Father!” A young adolescent puppy at the table, Richard Golfox, piped up. “I want to come too! I want to help with the business.”
Margret scowled at her pup. “Absolutely not! You’re far too young for that sort of thing! Why just the thought!”
“But Mum! I been practicing at the firing range every day! I’ve gotten to be pretty good with a gun!” Richard protested.
“Charles!” Margret flashed a look at her husband that clearly indicated she expected him to support her in reprimanding their son.
Charles sighed. “Your mother is right son, you’re simply too young for this. Just focus on you school work and take good care of your brother for now. Perhaps when you’re older I shall teach you the ways of our business.” He patted Richard on the head.
“You always keep saying that!” Richard grumbled under his breath sulking back down into his chair
Margret turned to the youngest member of the Golfox family. “Marlon dearie you getting milk all over your snout!”
She leaned over to wipe the small fuzzy fox pup’s mouth with a hankerchief. “Do try to slow down, you food isn’t going to go anywhere!”
“I’m sorry mummy!” Marlon replied. “I just can’t wait to go to school! We’re going to be making paw paintings today!”
“That sounds lovely dear!” Margret replied. “Make sure you stay on your best behavior at school okay? If you do, I’ll have the nanny take you out for ice cream.”
“Yay! Ice cream!”
“Don’t shout at the table dear.”
Charles glanced at his watch. “Oh dear!” He exclaimed. “I didn’t realize it was this late in the morning, I must be going!” He hastily put his newspaper and folded it on the table and then quickly drank up the remaining tea in his cup, afterwards carefully dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief. He then got up from the table and grabbed his overcoat.
“Bye bye, daddy!” Marlon called waving his tiny paw at him. “Have a nice day at work!”
“Thank, you too little tyke!” Charles responded with a grin. “Make sure you have plenty of fun at school Okay?”
“Drive safely dear!” Margret called. “And do try not to get any bloodstains on that nice coat of yours this time! The maid had a positively dreadful time washing it the last time!”
“Righty-o darling I’ll try to be careful this time!” Charles responded before leaving out the dining hall.
Charles then made his way to the Golfox family garage. It was a fairly large area containing a long black hover limo and a bright red shiny car. Bothe vehicles bore the Golfox Family crest on the hood, a golden ring with the letter G inside. He pressed a button on his keys and the door to the red car slide vertically open.
He climbed in the car and then open up the glove compartment which contained a pistol and a box of cigars. He tucked the pistol into his coat pocket and took a cigar out of the box and lit it. As he was turning on the engine he heard a soft tapping at the window. He rolled down the window. It was his eldest son Richard
“Richard aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for school now? Your mother’s going to be absolutely livid if you don’t put on your uniform soon!”
“Please dad!” Richard begged. “Let me come with you! Mum doesn’t have to know about it! I’ll do whatever you say, I promise!”
Charles sighed. “Now see here Richard! I am very pleased that you are showing so much interest in the family business. I think you will be a very valuable asset to the family later on but for now you are just simply far too young and inexperienced for this sort of work! When I feel you are old enough I will start teaching you the ins and outs of the family business, but for now just focus on your schoolwork.”
“But Dad its not fair! I’m not inexperience I’ve been practicing my-“
“I said no Richard and that’s final! Now go get out of here and get dressed for school!”
Richard scowled and turned around and sulked back into the house. Charles the pressed a button opening up the garadge door, backed out and started driving towards downtown Geltempo.
Charles pulled outside a seemingly innocent business on the bustling streets. “Golffox’s Coat Rack quality tailor made suits for any occasion.” the sign read in a fancy font. It was a small store with no windows, only five racks full of suit coats and pants were on the inside. A weasel sat on a stool behind the counter “Good morning Weezewald!” Charles greeted the weasel behind the counter.
“Good moring Mr. Golfox sir, everyone is waiting for you in the back.” The weasel replied standing up and nodding his head. Charles made his way through the racks of coats and into a small changing room in the back. He faced the full sized mirror in the room and gripping it at the side, he swung it open like a door revealing a secret door inside.
A badger, a brown wood chuck, and a rat, all wearing long dress coats were waiting for him in a small dark room lit only by a single light bulb. A brown ferret was lying face down on the floor with his paws tied behind his back. “Is this our would be thief?”
“Yeah!” The badger replied. “He tried to hold up Weezewald with a gun, tried to get him to clear out the register. Weezewald signaled me and I snuck up behind and gave him a good whack with my billy club. We’ve been keeping him here all night until you were ready to see him.” He slapped his Billy club into his paws.
Charles shook his head. “Tsk tsk, you poor creature, you simply picked the wrong business to rob, if you had picked any other store I think you no doubt would have fared much better.” He grabbed the ferret by a tuff of fur on top of his head, Picking his head off the ground revealing his bloodied face. “Unfortunately for you tailoring is not really what we do here. The whole thing is just a front for our real business. And that’s buying and selling of unregistered weapons! See. I’m Charles Golfox and I run things in this part of the city!”
“Look I’m just trying to get some cash! I’m not trying to mess with nobody, I just thought I was knocking over some regular store, honest! Look just let me go and I swear I won’t tell anyone anything!” The ferret pleaded.
Golfox slapped him hard in the face with the back of his paw, knocking the ferret down on his side.
“Please, kindly don’t interrupt me while I am speaking. Honestly your mother did teach you about politeness and common courtesy didn’t she?”
The ferret was silent.
“So as I was saying, it is the manner of my business which brings us to the issue at hand.” Golfox walked over to a small table and retrieved a brown paper bag. Turning the bag upside down he emptied the gun out in front of the ferrets. “You see the only reason you are still breathing right now, is because I am curious about this! This is the gun that you pulled on Mr. Weezewald is it not?”
The ferret coughed a little “Y-yeah? What about it? I said I’m sorry!”
“Well you see, here’s the thing. I control the weapons business in this whole city. That means that a two bit lowlife hoodlum such as yourself would most likely be purchasing it from one of my operatives. However, that seems to not be the case. You see, I like to leave a little emblem emblazoned on every weapon I sell, just to let everyone know a Golfox quality weapon when they see it. So I put a very small letter ‘G’ on the hilt of all of my guns. Your weapon however does not appear to have my logo, meaning you did not purchase it from me. Now normally I wouldn’t think much of it. But lately my business has been running a little slow as of late, not as many creatures have been buying guns from me however creatures are still obtaining weapons from somewhere and shooting each other in the streets as usual. So that can only mean one thing. Someone is selling guns on my turf.”
“Look I don’t know nothin’ about no gun sellin’, turf or nothin’ I was just buyin’ a gun.”
Charles shook his head softly. “No, you’re not understanding me. I already know a mere simpleton such as yourself couldn’t possibly be involved in such an organization. The only thing I need out of you is where did you purchase this weapon from.”
“If-if I tell ya where I bought it from, you’ll let me go right?”
“But of course. I realize that you were ignorant to the true nature of this store when you attempted to rob it. My quarrel is with the ones who would challenge my authority over my territory, not you. Just tell me what I need to know and you’re free to leave.”
“Do ya promise? You’ll untie me and let me go?”
“I swear on my mother’s life, once you tell me what I want to know I will release you.”
“. . . Okay, so I got this number from a friend of mine of a new guy that was sellin’ heaters for really cheap. So I called the number and the guy on the other side said to meet him at a bench in Brer Rabbit Park with the money. So I go down to the park and there’s a guy on the bench, I gave him the money and he gave me my heater in a bag.”
Golfox nodded. “And this gentlebeast you did business with in the park, what was his species and what did he look like?”
“Umm I think he was some kinda bright green frog, wore a white shirt and tie.”
“And that is all you can tell me about them?” Charles asked.
“That’s all I had to do with them I swear! Now please let me go!!”
“Very well.” He nodded to the badger. “Release him Barret!”
Brandishing a small switchblade Barret sawed through the binding restricting the ferrets wrists. As soon as he was free the ferret scrambled to his feet and ran through the room and towards the door. As he passed by Charles the fox pulled a pistol out of the lapel of his jacket. He then fired it shooting the ferret in the back as he passed through the doorway. He fell to the floor with a cry. Charles walked up to the injured ferret as he bled on the floor.
“B-but you said . . . “ The ferret coughed up blood.
“I said I would release you. I never promised however that there would be no punishment however for you trying to rob my business and trying to hold up on of my trusted associates at gunpoint” He fired his gun again this time hitting the weasel in the head.
He frowned as he inspected a speck of blood on his coat sleeve. “Oh dear, Margret will be cross with me tonight. I did promise her that I’d keep this suit clean!” He dabbed at the stain with a handkerchief but he failed to completely remove the red from his sleeve. “Oh well, Weezewald, would you kindly phone the carrion society and ask them to to come and dispose of this trash please?”
“Right away sir.” The weasel at the front desk responded picking up the phone.
Golfox pocketed the gun and returned back into his secret room.
“So.” He said addressing the other creatures in the room. “We have a green frog fellow in a white shirt in tie. Anyone have an idea who this chap might be?”
“I think might know who it is sir!” The wood chuck said.
“Well speak up then! Who is he?”
“Well if I’m not mistaken sir, that sounds like it might be Paulie! He’s a tree frog. I believe he is an associate of the amphibian mafia.”
Charless put a paw to his chin. “Hmm thee amphibian Mafia eh? I thought they would already know better than to mess around with me! They’ve been smart enough not to try to challenge my turf fo awhile, I wonder what behind this sudden spike in boldness?”
“Well I heard that they sort of umm . . . ‘removed’ their current leader Slip. His brother Ricky Toad is running the show now.”
“Hmm I see.” Charles responded thoughtfully “So I guess Ricky doesn’t hold a much respect for my territory then. That makes sense. Well then I guess we’ll just have to teach this fellow a few lessons about how thing operate in this city.”