Author's Note

Before we begin this story, I'd love to give a special mention to a couple of great people.

One is the legendary June Foray, whom we have sadly lost a couple weeks ago. She was one of the most popular and beloved voice actors of all time, voicing characters for over 70 years and never quitting. We are forever grateful and we will miss you.

I would also like to give a special shout-out to Cathy Weseluck, the voice of Spike from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic who coincidentally is the star of this story. I had the wonderful experience of meeting her this year at BronyCon, and she is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet.

Also, a special thanks to SuperPinkBrony12 for helping me with the title! Check out his stuff if you haven't already!

A Dragon's Debt

In loving memory of June Foray

(Original theme by Michael Picher) (https://michaelpicher.bandcamp.com/)

On a nice afternoon in Animation Acres, Timmy, Spot, Jiminy and Spike were all looking at one of the strangest sights in town, the baboon cage on the hill.

"Can you believe it? Baboons?" Timmy asked.

"It's hard to, believe me." Spike watched the primates walk and jump around in the cage.

"How did something like this even get to be a part of the town?" Spot asked.

"You know," Jiminy hopped on Timmy's palm. "My grandfather actually worked with someone behind this ol' cage of surprises."

"Really? What happened?" Timmy asked as he, Spot and Spike leaned in to listen.

"Well, it all started like this." As Jiminy started telling his story, Spike suddenly heard something.

Boom!

Spike looked over at the edge of the hill and saw an orange bandicoot holding a camera as he watched another purple dragon flying around.

"Spyro..." Spike knew who that was. It was Spyro, the coolest, strongest dragon in school. He was known for doing all of his amazing tricks. And the bandicoot with him was Crash. He never spoke, but he did have a wild side.

"Alright!" Spyro said in the air. "Here's the next trick I'm gonna do! Ready, Crash?"

Crash laughed as he gave Spyro a thumbs up.

Spyro then flew higher into the air as he spit out a fireball in the sky. He then spit out an electrical shock towards the fireball, giving it a spark. He then used his freezing breath to freeze the electrical fireball as it began to plummet. But without a second thought, he used his bubble breath to quickly have the fireball fall into a big bubble as it floated in the air.

Spike was in awe, he always knew Spyro had numerous breaths, but never using them all at once!

Spyro then spit out another fireball towards the fireball shard, as it hit, the shard exploded in a fiery, electrical, icy and even bubbly puff of smoke.

Spike was amazed as Spyro flew back down to Crash.

"So, how was that, buddy?" Spyro grinned at his bandicoot friend.

Crash laughed as he high-fived the dragon.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Spyro laughed.

Spike couldn't believe the trick he saw. It blew his mind on so many levels.

"And that's why there's a baboon cage!" Jiminy finished his story. "What do you think, Spike?

He looked over to Spike who was walking towards them, still with the amazed look in his eyes.

Jiminy smirked. "It always was a good story."

The next morning after breakfast, Spike was in his bedroom as he was practicing his own tricks with his breath. While he could breath fire just fine, fireballs on the other claw for Spike was a bit of a challenge.

"Come on, Spike." He told himself. "You can do this."

Then tried to spit out a fireball, but all that came out of his mouth was a little spark.

He then patted the back of his head as if his head were a lighter as he got ready to try again.

He positioned himself just right and took a mighty deep breath, he got ready to spit out a large one...but instead one not bigger than a pebble.

"Darn it," Spike climbed off his bed. He then looked at a container of bubble soap. "Maybe fireballs aren't my thing?" He examined the container.

Twilight Sparkle then walked by Spike's room with Tweety's cage on her back. "Are you already for school, Spike?" She entered his room, smiling.

"Uh, yeah!" Spike looked up, keeping a smile on. "But, uh...I was thinking about something."

"What is it?" Twilight asked.

Spike took his bubble container. "Mom...To get bubble breath..." He paused, not sure how to ask this particular question. "Do you have to drink bubble soap?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow at her son. "Uh...no."

"Oh..." Spike said, clutching his tail, sheepishly.

"Why do you ask?" Twilight looked down at Spike.

"Well, I was hoping to be like Spyro at my school!" Spike said. "When I grow up, I'm gonna be an awesome dragon like him!"

Twilight patted Spike's head. "I'm sure you will be, Spike. But your time will come. Just don't drink any bubble soap to do it quicker."

Spike chuckled as he blushed. "He-he...yeah,"

"Now, you hurry up and get to the bus," Twilight said as Spike got his school supplies and headed out the door. "Have a great day of school!" She called.

"Thanks, Mom!" Spike called back as he left.

Twilight waved goodbye to her little dragon as Tweety did the same from his cage. Twilight smirked at her little canary.

"I know what you want, Tweety." Twilight walked over to the birdbath outside their house. She opened the cage as Tweety fluttered out and sat in the water.

"You have fun, Tweety." Twilight walked back in her house. "I'll check back on you in a little bit."

As Twilight closed the door, Tweety laid back in his bird bath, watching the clouds go by in the sky. But little did he know was being watched.

From the window of Twilight and Spike's home, Sylvester, as usual was eyeing the little canary for his meal. With a mischievous grin, he snuck to the door, looking both ways to make sure Twilight wasn't around, and slowly creaked it open. On all fours, he snuck out and slowly crept up to Tweety's bird bath. He poked his head up to the top, but he then noticed Tweety standing up in alarm. Sylvester quickly hid to make sure Tweety didn't spot him.

"I tawt I taw a Tigga!" Tweety spoke.

Sylvester, in hiding, raised an eyebrow. "A Tigga?" He raised an eyebrow. "He's never called me that before."

Sylvester poked his head up again and noticed Tweety standing up once more, as he went in hiding again.

"I did! I did! I taw a Tigga!" Tweety hopped in the air.

"What's this 'Tigga' stuff he keeps squawking about?" Sylvester spat. But he still noticed Tweety hopping in the air. "Well, better nab him now that I got the chance!"

Sylvester rose up again, but before he could snatch Tweety, he was tackled by what looked like an orange and black blur.

Sylvester opened his eyes and saw he was pinned to the ground, face down. He looked up with a dizzy look to what tackled him.

"Hello, chum! I'm Tigger!"

"Wha...what the...?" Sylvester spoke in surprise.

"Hi, Tigga!" Tweety happily flew out of his bird bath to greet Tigger.

"Salutationings, Tweety bloke!" Tigger grinned as he and Tweety began doing a silly high-five-like-handshake.

"Uh...what's going on?" Sylvester asked, still on the ground.

"Oh, putty!" Tweety flew down on Sylvester's head. "This is my fwiend, Tigga! He's fwom the Bwisby Fowest!"

"Exactically!" said Tigger. "Though I wanted to hop by and say I was gonna bouncing to another someplace for a couple days, things have been getting kinda weird in there lately! Strange, Sp-p-p-pooky!" Tigger unintentionally spat on Sylvester.

"Weawwy?" Tweety asked, fluttering in the air. "Well, I hope you have fun! We're gonna have fun next week though, wight?"

"You betcha on your tail feathers!" Tigger then turned to bounce away. "T-T-F-N! Ta-ta for now!"

As Tigger bounced out of sight, Tweety floated back on Sylvester's head. "What do you tink of my fwiend, putty?"

"He has a bit of a speech impediment." Sylvester grunted.

Meanwhile as usual, the bus stopped at Sterling Holloway School, dropping off the kids there. But Spike was looking into book that looked especially interesting to him, The Great Big Book On Dragons. And right now, he was showing it to Timmy and Spot.

“So, this book has every bit of knowledge on dragons?” Timmy asked.

“Yeah!” Spike answered. “There’s also another detail I’ve noticed here,” Spike turned to a page in the book which had a knight fighting a dragon. “It says here that any dragon, civilized or wild, big or small has a code to follow.” They looked at the bottom of the page and saw the knight removing a thorn from the dragon’s claw. “Once the dragon is saved by someone else,” Spike turned the page. “The dragon must do as his rescuer is told as his servant.”

“Servant?” Spot asked. “For like all time?”

“Don’t you think that sounds a bit crazy?” Timmy raised an eyebrow.

“It does a little,” Spike said. “But I’ve got to keep on my claws to make sure I don’t walk into any danger!” As Spike walked away, Timmy and Spot both watched him in concern. But as Spike was gone, Cartman suddenly walked up to them.

“Hey, guys!” Cartman spoke, looking unusually happy.

“…Hi, Eric…?” Timmy and Spot both backed away.

“So, are you guys ready for that awesome prank we were gonna pull?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman, we already told you! We’re not doing that!” Timmy snapped.

“Aw, but come on! I got the big pots, paper bags and everything!” Cartman complained.

“No!” Timmy and Spot both said as they walked away.

“But guys!” Cartman whined, but Timmy and Spot were already gone.

“Hmph,” Cartman picked up his supplies. “If you want things done, ya gotta do it yourself!”

Cartman headed off to the library to pull his prank, and waiting there was someone he was desperately waiting to mess with. The school librarian, Mr. Roo, was very unusual. He was a blue kangaroo that some residents could swear he wears a strait jacket, though he mostly appeared as very civilized, yet strict. He demanded total silence in the library without a hint of talking, but if someone were to drive him up the wall…well, let’s just say, you don’t want to be there when that happens.

“Alright, students!” Mr. Roo spoke with his British accent. “Everyone should be quiet! Not a sound, not even from me!” He then turned around intensely. “Who’s making that sound? Oh, that’s me. Well, then.” He walked over to his desk and sat down.

“WHO’S TALKING?!!!”

A couple of the students looked up at him, some annoyed.

“Ah, it was ME again.” Mr. Roo then sat down again and looked at his papers, as the students continued their work.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!!!

“Who is THAT?!” Mr. Roo jumped out of his seat and looked outside the library and saw a figure with a paper bag on banging on a silver pot.

Mr. Roo hopped towards the figure and pointed his cane to him. “Now listen here young MAN! I will not tolerate NOISE in this library!”

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!!!!

The figure continued banging on the pot, as Mr. Roo started to twitch, even start chuckling madly a bit.

“Alright, you are coming with ME!” As Mr. Roo went to grab the figure’s hand, he was then shocked by a joy buzzer as he fell over. The figure then ran away laughing, as Mr. Roo got up, with spirals in his eyes.

“…He-he-he…Ha-HA!…HE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HAW-HAW-HA-HA-HA!!!!!”

Mr. Roo then started hopping in the air like a lunatic as he started bouncing around the hallways.

Meanwhile, the figure was hiding behind the lockers as he pulled the paper bag off his head, revealing Cartman.

“Oh, this is gonna be so nuts!” Cartman laughed to himself.

While that was going on, Mr. Coyote was getting ready to teach his class.

“Alright, class. Now that we’re here, we can begin our lessons for today.” Mr. Coyote grinned.

“EEEE-HE-HE-HE-HA-HA!!!”

“What the?!” Mr. Coyote turned to the door and saw Mr. Roo hopping through the hallways with TNT crates, dropping them all through the hallway.

“Oh, not again!” Mr. Coyote yelped. He then turned to Mr. Road Runner.

“You’re in charge until I return.” Mr. Coyote grumbled as he then exited the classroom.

He quickly began quickly trying to deactivate the beeping TNT crates as fast as he could, when he didn’t notice Mr. Roo kicking another crate over, causing them to activate again.

“Phew!” Mr. Coyote sighed in relief. But he then noticed a couple crates in front of him beeping to 1.

“Aaugh!!!” Mr. Coyote jumped in the air, but it was too late as the crates in front of him exploded, leaving him covered in soot.

“Eh…it’s a living…” Mr. Coyote spoke in a goofy voice, with his pupils darting all over the place.

As Mr. Roo continued going crazy throughout the hallways of the school, Cartman was pretty much having trouble breathing due to how hard he was laughing. But he suddenly stopped when he noticed Spike exiting the bathroom, still reading his book.

“Wha-?!” Cartman’s eyes widened. What was he doing out here? This was supposed to be funny when no one else was in the hallway!

“HA-HA-HA-HA!!!”

Cartman quickly dodged Mr. Roo’s next TNT crate as it toppled next to Spike, who wasn’t noticing it.

“Spiiiike…!!!” Cartman whispered, waving his arms frantically. “Get awaaaaaayyy…!!!!” He was trying so hard to will whatever he wanted on Spike to make him move, but nothing was working. Spike had no clue what was in front of him.

Cartman saw the TNT crate beep to 1 and he groaned. He quickly ran in and pushed Spike out the way right before the TNT crate exploded.

Cartman and Spike looked up and saw the black dusty remains of that crate in shock.

“What just happened?” Spike asked, still holding onto his book which was unharmed.

Cartman got up and dusted himself off. “Nothing, thankfully. You really gotta be more careful.”

Spike himself got up and shook his head to get dust off his eyes, but then, realization hit him.

“Cartman,” Spike said. “…You saved my life!”

Cartman turned to Spike. “Yeah, so?”

Spike immediately pulled out his book and turned to the page he was reading earlier. “I have to follow the code of a dragon because you saved me!”

“Huh?” Cartman backed away.

“Is there anything you need help with?” Spike asked walking up to him, holding his book-bag. “Carrying your books, sharpening your pencils, anything?”

“Uh…” Cartman was getting creeped out. “I’m fine right now! Believe me!”

“Positive?” Spike asked.

“Only fools are positive!” Cartman spoke.

“Really?” Spike looked up.

“Yeah, I’m positive!” Cartman realized what he said. “I gotta go!”

Cartman then ran away from Spike as fast as he could until he hid behind the lockers. He then quickly glanced and saw Spike still looking at his book. “What is his deal?”

That evening in Twilight and Spike’s home, Sylvester was sleeping on the couch in the living room. He then opened his eyes, feeling a bit thirsty. He hopped off the couch and walked to his water bowl and slurped a little bit. Once done, he was about to hop back on the couch, when he noticed Tweety inside his cage, looking through the window.

“What’s up with you, bird?” Sylvester asked, walking up to the cage.

Tweety looked down at Sylvester. “Oh, it was feewing kind of wonesome without Tigga around.” Tweety spoke. “It’s ture gonna be gweat when he gets back! But I kinda miss him. I’d ture like to tee more Tiggas.” Tweety sighed.

Sylvester then walked away from Tweety’s cage and into the kitchen.

“As strange as it sounds,” Sylvester spoke to himself. “I actually kind of pity the little stinker.”

He looked back at Tweety’s cage. “A world with more Tiggers would be a restless one.”

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Sylvester’s head. “But who says there couldn’t be another Tigger?” A devilish grin stretched across his face. “And if he wants another Tigger…then he’s gonna get one!”

Sylvester than ran upstairs to Twilight’s bedroom and saw her sleeping in her bed. He snuck inside and quickly pulled out a spring from her bed, but thankfully it didn’t sproing too loud to wake Twilight up. He kept his grin on as looked at the spring.

“This is only the beginning,” Sylvester chuckled.

Meanwhile, Cartman was in his own bed, thinking about what happened with Spike earlier that day.

“Code of the dragon,” Cartman tossed and turned in his bed. “Code of the dragon, what does that mean? All I did was save him.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Cartman looked up at the top of his pillow and saw a small figure that looked almost exactly like him, except he wore a red and black striped suit, a black pointy hat with a white feather, with yellow eyes and a sharp-tooth grin.

“What do you mean, Devil Me?” Cartman asked his imagination.

“I’m just pointing out your good luck, Sparky.” Devil Cartman smirked. “Care for an angel wing?”

“…Uh, no thanks.” Cartman shook his head.

“Suit yourself,” Devil Cartman shrugged as he bit into an angel wing of his own.

“But what do you mean my good luck?” Cartman asked.

“You saved the twerp’s life, don’t you remember those favors he kept asking you?” Devil Cartman asked. “He now serves you! To do anything your ticker wants.”

“Anything?” Cartman started to smile.

“Believe it…Sparky.” Devil Cartman then disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

Cartman laid back in his bed, now full of happy thoughts…well, happy thoughts to him at least.

“Anything I want…anything I want…” Cartman grinned, knowing the next day was going to be great.

The next morning, as Twilight and Spike were gone, Sylvester was looking in his mirror. Although, it would be a bit difficult to recognize him. Because he had fully disguised himself as another Tigger. From the orange and black-stripe painted body, right down to Twilight's bed sproing on his own tail.

"I look good as new," Sylvester chuckled. "I bet my own grandcat wouldn't recognize me."

Sylvester then slunk out of the bathroom and tip-toed to the edge of the stairs leading to the living room. He peeked and saw Tweety swinging in his birdcage without a care in the world.

He crept downstairs and hid behind a couch. The cat than used his new bouncy tail to go high in the air.

Tweety took notice of Sylvester hopping in front of him. "I tawt I taw another Tigga!"

Tweety gave a second look and saw Sylvester waving at him, slyly. "I did! I taw another Tigga! Another Tigga? Could it weawwy be?"

"Yes, my fine-feathered friend!" Sylvester lied as Tweety flew on his palm. "I am indeed, another Tigger! Uh, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" Sylvester tried to laugh like Tigger, but not so much luck. "You can call me...uh...Tigger #2!"

"Did you come here to pway with me?" Tweety grinned.

"I abso-positively did!" Sylvester nodded. "In fact, I was thinking we'd play 'Dentist'!"

"Ooh, boy! 'Dentist'!" Tweety leaped in the air. "How do you pway it, Tigga #2?"

"Well, the first thing you gotta do is go inside my mouth." Sylvester opened his mouth wide.

"Okay!" Tweety flew inside Sylvester's mouth. "This is fun, Tigga #-!"

Before Tweety could finish, Sylvester closed his mouth shut. "Well, that was easy!"

Meanwhile, Tweety was still inside Sylvester's mouth. "Now, what should I do now in the game?" Tweety thought for a second. "I know! I gotta turn a wight on to look at his pwetty whites!" Tweety then lit a match to look at Sylvester's teeth.

Sylvester walked back into the bathroom and turned the sink on, getting ready to wash the paint off now that the deed was done. Suddenly, he felt smoke starting to emerge from his mouth.

"Mmmm...MMMMM-MMMMM!!!!" Sylvester yelped as he then spit Tweety out on the sink.

Tweety was sitting there in surprise. "Whoa! What an expewience! What a heart-pounda!"

Sylvester quickly turned off the sink, not to expose himself in front of Tweety.

"You must be a wisk-taker!" Tweety flew up to Sylvester's eye level. "Wanting to go the extwa, extwa mile in games!"

"Uh...yeah, yeah! Let's go with that!" Sylvester grinned, nervously.

"Well, I'm all for it!" Tweety spoke. "How about we pway tag?" Tweety then firmly tapped Sylvester's nose. "Tag, you're it!"

As Tweety flew out the window, a frustrated Sylvester followed in pursuit.

"Hey, Tigga #2!" Tweety called from up in the air. "Why aren't you bouncing?"

"Bouncing?" Sylvester asked. "...Oh, yeah! Bouncing! Hoo-hoo-hoo!" Sylvester poorly imitated the laugh again as he used his tail to bounce in the air, but kept landing on the ground painfully.

After a minute or two passed, Tweety flew on top of the baboon cage on the hill. "Can't catch me, Tigga #2!"

Sylvester bounced on top of the cage, but missed Tweety, who was floating in the air. "Come on, Tigga #2! Catch me!"

Sylvester did another bounce but missed, he tried again but missed once more. What Sylvester didn't know was that the top of the cage started to break below him. And when Sylvester bounced again, this time, he fell through the baboon cage, in front of all the primates, even landing on some of them.

Sylvester looked around and noticed all the fierce, snarling baboons looking at him before chuckling nervously.

Tweety watched all the baboons start attacking and beating up Sylvester. "Aww, Tigga #2's making a wot of fwiends today! All the bwue-butt monkeys want to pway with him!" He smiled.

Meanwhile, Cartman was walking through the hallways in school, looking for Spike. He finally found him walking through the hallways, reading his book.

"Uh, Spike? Spike!" Cartman spoke, running up to him.

Spike turned around and noticed Cartman catching up to him.

"Oh, hi, Eric." Spike said. "What is it?"

"Well, I've been thinking about what happened yesterday," Cartman started. "And I was thinking, why not let you do what I say?"

"You mean it?" Spike asked.

"Can't hurt to try!" Cartman shrugged.

"Okay!" Spike said eagerly. "...But, what should I do now?"

"Well, I need to get to class quickly!" Cartman said. "You wouldn't mind carrying my stuff would you?"

"...I guess not." Spike said, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright then!" Cartman handed Spike his heavy book-bag, as Spike struggled for a bit with it. "I need someone to carry my stuff. Think you could do that?"

"Not a problem!" Spike said, trying to balance himself.

"Good!" Cartman grinned as he turned around, snickering to himself.

Later, Cartman and Spike were in the cafeteria. "Now, don't forget to get me two lunches!" Cartman told Spike

"Yeah, I'll get right to it!" Spike frantically got himself in line.

Cartman smirked and started to find a table until he noticed Timmy standing in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Timmy asked, looking a bit angry.

"Relax, Timmy!" Cartman said. "I saved Spike's life yesterday, and he owes me for it!"

Timmy was getting annoyed by Cartman taking advantage of his friend. "So you're just gonna have Spike be your slave forever?"

Cartman turned to Timmy. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds negative. I try to look on the positives,"

"He-he-he-he," Cartman turned and saw Devil Cartman on his shoulder. "Good job twisting the table, Sparky."

"Sh-sh!" Cartman whispered. "Be quiet, Devil Me!" He turned back and saw Timmy staring at him, confused.

"...Who's 'Devil Me'?" Timmy asked.

"It's...it's none of your business!" Cartman got in Timmy's face. "You don't see me spying on...spying on YOUR angels and devils, do ya? Don't need to do it to me!"

After a few seconds of silence, Timmy finally walked away, stubbornly. "Ugh,"

As Cartman finally found a seat, he noticed Spike struggling to hold three lunches.

"Over here, Spike!" Cartman called.

Spike walked towards Cartman's table and finally put the trays of food on it, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Here's your food," Spike gave Cartman his two trays as he kept his own.

"Now we're talking!" Cartman grinned. As Cartman bit into his sandwich, he looked back at his folder and thought of something. He opened it and saw there was a notice to get a report done...by tomorrow! He remembered he was told to do it a week ago! He then felt a few clonks on his head. He turned back to Devil Cartman who was on the table and turned his head to Spike.

"Don't wait too long, slowpoke!" Devil Cartman smirked before disappearing again.

"Hey, Spike!" Cartman turned to the dragon. "There's something else I could really use from you,"

"What is it?" Spike asked.

"Well, there's this history report I need to get done, and I have so much stuff on my shoulders tonight." Cartman said. "I wish there was some way I could finish it!...Unless you could!"

Spike looked down for a second. "Okay, where's the report?"

Cartman looked in his book-bag and pulled out a couple blank pieces of sheet paper. "Oh, it's right here."

"But these are blank," Spike looked at the papers.

"Yes, they are." Cartman nodded.

"What's this report supposed to be on?" Spike asked.

"I don't know, something with history." Cartman shrugged as he continued his lunch.

"Uh...okay," Spike spoke before looking at the papers again, nervously.

In the neighborhood of Animation Acres, two purple eyes popped out from the leaves of a tree.

"Do you see anything, Twilight?" A voice asked.

"No, Barbara. I don't see any of the baboons around here." said Twilight as she held a Batgirl speaker to her.

"Are you sure?" said Barbara's voice from the speaker. "

"Sorry." Twilight answered. "I don't even know how their cage got busted."

"That stinks," Barbara's voice spoke. "Well, thanks for helping us."

"No problem!" Twilight hopped out of the trees, as a purple squirrel, still with her purple hair and horn. "It also gave me a change to try out my morphing abilities!"

"Hey, Spike! It's really awesome of you to carry my stuff back home!" Cartman's voice said.

Twilight took notice of the mention of Spike and looked down, seeing Spike carrying Cartman's heavy book-bag.

"Don't mention it," Spike tried his best to make sure the book-bag wouldn't fall as he continued following Cartman.

"What is going on?" Twilight asked herself, looking down at the two. She then took notice of another squirrel appearing next to her.

"Oh, hello!" Twilight turned smiling, not noticing her squirrel head transformed into her regular unicorn head.

The squirrel's jaw dropped and eyes widened as Twilight turned to look back down, not noticing what happened to her head.

The squirrel then pulled out his small bottle of beer, before pouring it out on the ground.

Back in the Brisby Forest, Sylvester was playing a new 'game' with Tweety.

"Are we weawwy gonna pway Hide-And-Teek in that big twee?" Tweety pointed up to a large tree.

"Absolutely!" Sylvester spoke. "It's quite simple, I hide while you seek!"

"Ooh, goody!" Tweety grinned. But he looked back up in the tree. "But are sure you won't get wost up there?"

"No worries," Sylvester assured Tweety. "I have everything covered!"

"Okay, Tigga #2!" Tweety nodded. "I'll cover my widdle eyes and count!"

Tweety then covered his eyes and began to count as Sylvester hopped in the tree. But he quickly pulled out a vine and tied it around a branch. "If I do get lost, I'll follow my tracks right here once I get the bird," Sylvester laughed to himself as he wrapped the other end of the vine around his waist.

"Weady or not, here I come!" Tweety's voice called.

Sylvester quickly began to hide someplace in the tree, making sure Tweety didn't find him. But he didn't want to lose him entirely, as he wanted to catch him by surprise.

"Now where could Tigga #2 go?" He heard Tweety's voice. "He's not over here...he's not up here either,"

Sylvester pulled some leaves back and saw Tweety walking around on a branch. He decided to leap in on him, but once he jumped, he got stuck and was hanging by his leg.

"Ooh, he too smart to hide over there,"

Sylvester heard Tweety coming towards him as he quickly got back up on a tree branch and tried to hide somewhere else. But throughout all of this, he didn't take notice of how much climbing and running he was going through the tree in a fast pace. As the incredibly long vine was all over the place.

Tweety was still walking through the tree, until he noticed the branch with the vine wrapped around it.

"What do we have here?" Tweety observed the branch and tapped on the vine, until the branch broke off and fell.

"Ooh, not a vewy twong bwanch," Tweety spoke to himself.

Suddenly, Sylvester noticed the vine behind him was moving quite strangely. He was then pulled back by the vine and began flying all through the tree, and bumping himself through numerous branches, before he found himself flung out of the tree and into another one.

Sylvester felt exhausted by what just happened, but at least it stopped. And what helped is that he was sitting in something quite comfortable...so fluffy...warm, and had scary eyes along with sharp teeth. He then realized he was sitting on a baboon! In fact, as he quickly looked up, he was surrounded by the same ones from the cage earlier!

As the baboons attacked Sylvester again, he tried to escape the tree from them, but they quickly followed in pursuit and tackled him as they all rolled through the forest.

A half hour later, Tweety was looking for Sylvester.

"Tigga #2! Where are you?" He called. "...Where could he be?"

He then took notice of Sylvester walking around the forest, looking all beat up and in a daze.

"Oh, there you are!" Tweety flew up to him. "Sowwy I couldn't find you, but I found something you should check out!"

He took Sylvester's paw and began to lead him out of the Brisby Forest. Sylvester was completely out of it and had no clue what was going on, as he walked with Tweety.

"It wooked abandoned when I first taw it, but with a wittle pwugging in and tome help, it wooks good as new!" Tweety said. "Well, what do you think?"

Sylvester finally regained his senses and got a good look around, and he nearly felt still at what he was seeing. It was a large hole that had all sorts of dangerous stunts, including a fiery ramp, swinging axes, an electric bed of spikes, and a tub full of...the baboons!

Sylvester was horrified by this, but Tweety kept on talking. "Those nice baboons decided to help, and they wanted to help give you a gweat wisk taking expewience!" Sylvester still didn't know what to say as he was in absolute fear.

"Well go on!" Tweety pushed Sylvester towards the edge to slide down. "Give it a twy!"

Sylvester looked down and saw the doom awaiting him as he quickly looked up. "Uh...grandcat. I know you may not recognize me, but I-I-I-I-I-WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

Sylvester didn't finish as he slid down through hole, getting burned through the rope, bruised and almost sliced during the axes, shocked by the spikes, and once again beaten limb from limb by the baboons. As Sylvester was brought back up from the hole, he was seeing stars.

"That was amazing, Tigga #2! You should do that again! You wook wike you had a wot of fun!" Tweety jumped in the air.

Sylvester got his senses back as his eyes widened and his fur stood on end. "AAAAAAAAUGH!!!! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!! NO MORE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!! NOOOOOOO MORE!!!!!" Sylvester ran for his life from Tweety, screaming hysterically.

"I guess Tigga #2 has to go somewhere," Tweety shrugged. "Oh, well! It was a fun day, anyway!"

Later that evening, Sylvester was in Twilight's bathroom, trying desperately hard to wash the orange and black from his body, but it wouldn't come off!

"Come on! Come on!!!" Sylvester scrubbed himself repeatedly with a wet brush, but nothing was working.

"Sylvester?"

Sylvester dropped the brush in fear. It was Twilight! And she was looking for him! He couldn't let her see him like this!

"Kitty, kitty!" Twilight called. "Are you up here?"

"Gotta hide! I gotta hide!!!" Sylvester yelped as he ran out of the bathroom and into his bed. he quickly pulled his blanket over him to hide.

"Sylvester?" Twilight walked into her bedroom with her blue night cap and noticed a tail sticking out from Sylvester's bed. Lucky for him, no orange was revealed.

"There you are," Twilight chuckled as she petted the blanket. "Well, sweet dreams, you crazy cat."

Twilight then got into her own bed and pulled out her book, The Mystery Of Lacey Shadows.

"Ah," Twilight got herself comfy and turned her light on. "Nothing like a good book to read before bed." Twilight then opened her book and began to read.

An hour had passed, and Twilight was starting to get a bit drowsy. Suddenly, she thought she heard something. She glanced outside her door and noticed a light was on downstairs. Twilight raised an eyebrow in confusion as she exited her bedroom and walked downstairs.

When she got downstairs, she saw Spike with a pile of books and a pile of paper with him reading a book and writing something down in an incredibly fast way.

"Spike!" Twilight ran down the rest of the way. "Spike, what are you doing up?"

Spike couldn't hear her as he continued working.

"Spike!" Twilight called.

Once again, no response.

Twilight didn't want to do this, but she then used her magic to levitate Spike up from the ground and right in front of her. Spike, whom she saw with bags under his eyes, still didn't notice as he thought he was still writing.

"Spike, stop!"

Spike almost jumped out of his scales in surprise. He looked and took notice of Twilight staring at him in concern.

"Oh...hi, Mom." Spike chuckled nervously.

Twilight used her magic to set Spike on the couch. "Spike, what on Earth are you doing working in the middle of the night? Is there work you forgot to do?"

Spike looked down in embarrassment. "It's...uh...it's not my work."

Twilight's eyes widened. "What?"

"It's not my work...it's Cartman's." Spike looked up to his mother.

"Spike, why are you doing his work when he should be doing it instead?" Twilight asked, in a calm yet stern voice.

"Well, he saved my life yesterday." Spike said. "He pushed me out of the way from the crazy librarian."

Twilight was surprised, especially since this was Cartman they were talking about. "He saved you?"

"Yeah!" Spike nodded. "And according to the book on dragons, I have to repay him by doing what ever he wants me to do!"

Twilight smiled warmly at her son. "Spike, listen to me. You are a dragon, but you certainly shouldn't have to do Eric's work for him."

"But if I'm to grow up to be like a real dragon, I gotta do it!" Spike looked up to his mother in worry.

"Take it from someone who loves books," Twilight put her hoof around Spike. "Not every book is worth your time, and from the sounds of this book," Twilight picked up the book on dragons. "There are some things that are just silly."

"Really?" Spike asked.

"Mmm-hmm." Twilight nodded as she pulled in her confused dragon close to her. "The point is, you shouldn't have to be doing someone else's work for the rest of your life. You're your own dragon. And look at what you've done so far. All the friends that you made, being the best one you could be yourself...and being the best son I could ever ask for."

Spike was in concern about what to do, but upon that comment, he looked up to Twilight and smiled.

"Thanks," Spike wrapped his arms around Twilight's chest and neck. "You're the best, Mom."

"Awww," Twilight chuckled as she nuzzled her son's head. "Now, I say we should get to bed, huh?"

Spike looked up to Twilight and yawned.

"I'll take that as a yes," Twilight giggled as she levitated the tired dragon on her back and walked upstairs with him.

The next morning, Tweety awoke in the morning, until he heard a strange noise from upstairs. Twilight and Spike were already gone, so he flew up to see what the noise was. It was coming from Twilight's bathroom with the water running and a scared voice yelling gibberish.

"Hewwo?" Tweety opened the door. "Is anyone in here?" He then saw Sylvester unsuccessfully trying to wipe the paint off him.

"Yagh!" Sylvester yelped when seeing Tweety enter.

Tweety gasped happily. "Tigga #2! You're back!"

Sylvester screamed like a girl at the sight of Tweety and jumped out the bathroom window.

"Ooh, you better be weady, Tigga #2!" Tweety spoke playfully as he flew out the window also. "I'm gonna get you!"

Back at Sterling Holloway School, in the locker rooms, everybody was busy changing into their gym clothes. But since Spike doesn't wear clothes, he mostly got to wait on any other day. But right now, he was remembering what Twilight told him and he knew he had to put a stop to all of this.

Spike saw Cartman who was putting his shoes back on. Spike then puffed up his chest, looking determined and walked up to him.

Spike cleared his throat. "Uh, Cartman?"

"Oh, Spike! There you are!" Cartman looked up. "Did you get my homework done?"

"Well, I-" Spike tried to say.

"Good!" Cartman interrupted, not paying attention as he put deodorant on. "Another thing is, I hear we're playing dodgeball today, so I want you to be my shield, 'kay?"

"That's the thing," Spike said as he and Cartman began walking to the door while Cartman wasn't really paying attention to what Spike was saying. "After thinking about me having to serve you from now on, Well...what I'm trying to say is...I can't be your assistant anymore-"

Spike couldn't finish was the bell rang.

"Yeah, whatever, Spike. Gotta go!" Cartman then sped off to the gym, leaving a confused Spike.

"Well, that went better then I thought." Spike shrugged.

Once all the students were in the gym, they were listening to a female blue pegasus with a rainbow-colored mane. This was Ms. Dash, the gym teacher in Sterling Holloway School.

"Alright, kiddos," Ms. Dash spoke up. "I'm gonna say this, and I'm gonna say this once..." Rainbow Dash then held a red ball with her wing and spun it. "Who's ready for dodgeball?"

All the students went crazy with excitement, including a chest bump between Timmy and Spot.

"Glad you're happy," Ms. Dash smirked. "Now, for Teams A and B..."

As Ms. Dash was saying who was on which team, Cartman turned over to Spike and winked at him. All Spike could do was look confused.

"And you're on Team B, too." Cartman didn't hear Ms. Dash say.

Ms. Dash then put her face in Cartman's. "Any problems?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Wha-?" Cartman looked up Ms. Dash in surprise. "Oh, nothing! Yeah, I got it! Team A!" Cartman said walking towards Team A.

Ms. Dash rolled her eyes. "Team B."

"Yeah, Team B! That's what I meant." Cartman said as he turned around to Team B.

As Cartman grabbed his own ball and got in his place on Team B's side of the gym, he looked over and saw Spike farther away from him.

"On your mark..." Ms. Dash called.

Cartman raised an eyebrow, "What's he doing?" Cartman whispered.

"Get set..."

"Wait..." Cartman whispered again and looked down. Suddenly, he got a memory of something two minutes ago.

I can't be your assistant anymore.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Cartman's eyes widened in horror.

"GO!" Ms. Dash called, grinning.

"Huh?" Cartman looked up and saw Team A with balls in hands, with determined grins.

"Oh no," Cartman squeaked as he dropped his ball. Before Cartman knew it, he was being pelted by numerous balls.

After gym class, Cartman was trying to walk out, but had so many balls thrown at him that he had trouble keeping his balance. But he suddenly snapped out of his daze and noticed something on his book-bag. He ran over and saw it was his report he had to do! It was half finished by Spike, but that was all. Cartman's eyes widened. He was in serious hot water now!

"Spike?!" Cartman turned both directions for Spike, until he noticed him and all the other students leave the locker room. "Spike, come back!" Cartman tried to call, but Spike was already gone.

Cartman nervously began pacing back and forth on what to do, until something flashed in his mind. "Ah-ha..." Cartman then instantly began running the other direction from his class.

Meanwhile, everyone was back in class before Mr. Coyote and Mr. Road Runner.

"But enough about my grand experience as a lad in gym," Mr. Coyote finished. "Time to pass up your history reports."

Now, when talking about himself at first, he usually talks before thinking. But with his brains back on mind, he got a good look at the class. Cartman was not there.

"Now hold on just a second," Mr. Coyote halted. "Where is Eric?"

Timmy thought for a second. "Wasn't he in gym with us?" Spot shrugged.

Mr. Coyote growled at Cartman purposefully missing class, and turned to Mr. Road Runner. "Once again," He struggled a grin before leaving. "You're currently in charge."

Cartman was currently in the library, typing what Spike wrote on the papers and onto the computer.

"Now what is that NOISE?" Mr. Roo appeared before him, looking around. "I know I heard something! We need QUIET!" He tapped his cane on the floor, making Cartman jump.

As Mr. Roo walked away, Cartman grumbled to himself. "Where's my big pot when I need it?" He then got his mind focused back to the computer.

"Now, to just copy and paste this," Cartman was also on the internet, as he copied some extra information on the history Spike wrote, and pasted it on the document. What appeared before him on there, was font clearly different from the one he used previously typing. "Eh, it'll have to do,"

All of a sudden, the doors the library burst open. "Ah-ha!" Cartman heard Mr. Coyote's voice. "I could've sworn I'd find Eric in here!"

"Now, now! Hey, hey! What's with all the NOISE in the LIBRARY?!" Mr. Roo hopped on his desk.

"Zip it, you blue marsupial!" Mr. Coyote snapped, annoyed with Mr. Roo's antics. "I didn't come here to just make noise!"

"Then WHY are you making it?!" Mr. Roo shot back.

As Mr. Coyote and Mr. Roo were arguing, Cartman silently snuck out of the library, without anyone noticing.

Mr. Coyote quickly saw Cartman leaving through the glass of the door. "Ah! Now, I've caught you!" Mr. Coyote proclaimed as he quickly exited.

While that was going on, Spike was exiting the bathroom, when he took notice of Cartman running through the hallways, before quickly jumping in a locker.

"Yes...yes! I've got you!" Mr. Coyote's voice rang as he ran through the hallways, not knowing he lost track of Cartman. Once the coast was clear, Cartman pulled himself out of the locker and ran the other way.

Spike knew this was because Cartman didn't have his report done. Well, Cartman should've known better than to be lazy with it! That's his problem, now!, Spike first thought. But if I was there instead, wouldn't I want help too?

"Hey, come on, Sparky!" Spike turned and saw Devil Cartman on his shoulder. "Don't be a sissy, let the rat pay!"

"Hey, wait." Spike raised an eyebrow. "Why do you look like Cartman?"

Devil Cartman's eyes widened. "I...uh...I..." He then quickly pulled out a mallet and bonked Spike on the head with it, leaving him seeing stars for a couple seconds. Spike quickly snapped out of it and looked back in the direction Cartman was going, concerned what he should do.

Through another window of Sterling Holloway School, Sylvester jumped through it and through the hallways, trying to escape from Tweety in any way possible. He took a couple looks around and saw a storage closet. He ran inside, slammed the door, locking it and jumped inside a box that said Mr. Roo Stuff - DON'T TOUCH!. He panted for a couple seconds before sighing in relief.

"Why are you acting tired, Tigga #2?" Tweety asked, next to Sylvester.

Sylvester jumped out of the box with a yelp as he stood back from Tweety. "What do you wanna do now? There's these cwocodiles I know who love to pway!"

Then, a strange beeping noise was heard. In fact, a lot of beeping noises were heard. They looked over and saw the red crates inside the box from earlier, beeping from 10 to 1.

"Ooh! Is there gonna be confetti in those cwates?" Tweety asked, hopping in the air.

Sylvester jumped in the air, horrified as he began banging on the storage door. "SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASH!!! LET ME OUTTA HERE!!! LET ME OUT!!!"

He finally couldn't wait anymore as he grabbed Tweety and ran through the door, making it fall over. As they were gone, Cartman showed up, and noticed the storage closet. Without a second thought, he ran inside to hide from Mr. Coyote.

KABOOM!!!!!

Spike slowly peeked his head from across the hallway. "...Cartman?"

Sylvester quickly jumped out of another window outside of the school and onto the ground. "That was close," Sylvester sighed in relief.

"What game was that, Tigga #2?" Tweety asked. "Who won?"

"Game?! That wa-" Sylvester noticed Tweety was in his grasp, and grinned wickedly. "Well, my feathered pal...I won."

As Sylvester opened his mouth wide to stuff Tweety inside, he was then greeted by a tackle on the ground. It was by none other than Tigger.

"Tigga!" Tweety said, happily. "You're back!"

"And glad to be, buddy boy!" Tigger laughed. Something caught his attention as he looked down at Sylvester. "Say, who is this fella anyway?"

"That's another Tigga!" Tweety spoke, floating on Sylvester's head. "I met him, yesterday!"

"Another Tigger?" Tigger grinned. "Sufferin' Snorkel-blast! I didn't know there was another Tigger!"

"Yeah! He's weawwy fun to pway with!" Tweety flew in the air.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Tigger spoke as he and Tweety grabbed Sylvester. "Fun awaits, today!"

"Ooooh, NOOOO!!!" Sylvester jumped out of their grasp and headed for the hills.

"He wants to pway 'tag'?" Tweety asked.

"My favorite! Hoo-hoo-hoo!" Tigger laughed as he and Tweety followed Sylvester.

Cartman started to open his eyes, and noticed he wasn't in the storage closet. Instead, he noticed the school nurse, Minnie looking at him.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" She spoke, happily.

Cartman noticed he was wrapped completely wrapped in bandages. "Mmm?" Cartman tried to say through the wraps. "Mmm?"

"Oh, your friend Spike said he saw you in the storage closet due to an explosion in there, he and the rest of your friends got you here safe and sound." Minnie spoke.

Cartman sighed, knowing the pain wasn't going to last long now.

"Oh, by the way, here's your belongings." She placed Cartman's book-bag with the rest of his stuff on the floor. "It looks like you got a good start on your report, it's a good thing it's not due today."

Cartman didn't say anything. All he let out was a defeated and sad sigh.

THE END