Chapter One:

"So, how does madam feel?"

"Work, Chance. You've got more chores than that to do," replied Dessy, who was now lying on the sofa, watching Chance vacuum the room.

This she-kat cannot be serious, he thought. He'd never cleaned anything this hard in his life before. Strangely, he felt somehow proud of what he'd achieved that morning.

Dessy fidgeted. It was nearly midday.

"You want a sandwich or something, Chance?"

"You sit down, let me do it," he said as he pushed Dessy back into a seated position and headed for the kitchen.

Chapter Two:

The taxi pulled up in front of the junkyard with a bang from its exhaust.

"That needs looking at," said Jake. "I'm a mechanic here; you want me to…"

"No. No, the company will do that."

"How much do I owe you?"

"Ten."

"Okay."

Jake handed him the money, got out, and made his way to the front door. He unlocked the door and made his way to the front room.

It was quite a shock to see Chance cleaning. He was not usually to be found enduring such activities.

"Uh, Chance, what are you doing?"

"Cleanin' - hey! What are you doing? Get back outside until you take your shoes off!" Chance exclaimed as his friend began to drag all manner of sludge through the front room. "Jake, where have you been walking? Through a sewer?!"

Jake looked down at his feet. Euww. He didn't know he had that on his feet. Wonder where it came from. Oh, wait. The path next to the road by the truck stop had been a muddy dirt pathway. No decent sidewalk was built out there. Not many people walked out that far. He knew the next question was coming.

"Where have you been?" said Chance as he ushered Jake outside again.

"I was walking."

"Where?"

"Uh," Jake paused. Where had he been walking? "Nowhere really. Just walking."

"OK then. But, you still haven't answered my question. Where did that come from?" asked Chance, pointing at Jake's dirt caked shoes.

"It was a muddy dirt path in the middle of nowhere. Its just mud!"

"It's still filthy."

"Fine," replied Jake, struggling out of his shoes. He had no idea what had come over Chance. Since when was he bothered about dirt? Jake was a little confused, but not worried. Perhaps it would be nice to have somebody bothered about the state of the place other than himself for a change. He stepped inside, and gazed around for a place to put his shoes.

He aimed for the table.

"Not there! Come on Jake, we eat off that."

So, he tried the floor.

"I just cleaned that!"

"OK then! Where! Where should I put them?! Where! Where!"

"Give them here," replied Chance. "Come on, what's wrong with you?" He took out a newspaper from the drawer where he'd put all the magazines, put a sheet on the floor and placed Jake's shoes on it. "Nothing happened on your walk, did it?"

Jake eyed his friend, and then cautiously answered, "No, why?"

"You just don't seem right."

Dessy was listening to the scene unfolding from across the room. This was very interesting. Very, very interesting indeed.

"I don't seem right? I don't seem right!"

"Yes. You're just not right"

"I'm fine! I'm normal! This just shows what notice you take of me!"

"I'm always taking notice of you."

"But, you never take any interest."

"Of course I…"

"Shut up, OK, just, shut up for a while. I'm going for a shower and a change of clothes," Jake bawled as he began ascending the stairs.

Chance was a little taken aback. Jake didn't really yell much. He knew there must be something wrong.

"Oh, and Chance, I'm going to call Luck and ask her over."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Chapter Three:

There was a knock at the door. Chance, who was wearing a long apron and elbow length washing up gloves, having just that minute finished the lunch dishes, answered it.

"Oh, hi."

They stood there for a moment.

"Is Jake in?"

"Yes."

Another moment.

"Can I talk to him?"

"Maybe."

Again, more pause.

"Chance? Chance! Is that Luck?" called Jake.

'Great,' thought Chance. 'Just managing to make her uncomfortable, and he interrupts.'

"Yes."

"Ask her in."

"Yes, master, " came the sarcastic reply.

Chance stood aside from the door and gestured with his hands for her to come in.

Then stuck out his foot and watched her fall over it.

"Oh!"

"Oohhh Deeeeeaaaar. I'm sooooo sooorrry."

She shot Chance a dirty look. Then began to pick up the contents of her bag which had spilt out when she fell.

Then Chance saw something. It was small and black. And, looked like a communicator.

"Ooh, Luck, I haven't seen one of those before," Chance lied. "What is it?"

"Make-up compact," she replied as she quickly pushed it into the bag along with everything else. "I'd better go and find Jake."

"Oh, I think not," he replied as he twisted her arm into an immensely uncomfortable position.

Luck let out a loud yelp. Jake and Dessy came running.

"What are you doing to my sister?!" Dessy shrieked

Luck was writhing in Chance's grasp as he pulled her to her feet. "Let me go"

"Chance, let her go!" yelled Jake "What are you doing?"

"Look at this!" Chance replied

Chance reached into her bag with his free hand.

"That is private!"

"I don't care! There's always been something suspicious about you, and I can prove you are not to be trusted!" Chance produced the communicator from her bag and tossed it to Jake, who began to look it over.

"It's a communicator!"

"I know. But, where did she get it? Why is it the wrong colour?"

"I, I, found it. On the road. I was bringing it here because I knew it was yours."

Jake had been tapping it, twiddling it, and unscrewing it. "It's not one of ours," he said "It looks the same, but it's not the same inside. I'm not even sure it can transmit on the same frequency as ours."

Chance twisted her arm a little more. "Come on, where did you get it from?"

"Ow! Stop it!"

"WHERE?"

"Dark Kat gave it to me. I'm one of his agents, OW!"

A shocked pause enveloped the group. All of them were surprised. Especially Chance. He had never really trusted her, but didn't think she was capable of that.

"Why?" asked Jake quietly.

"The money," was the muttered reply. "After I quit the enforcers, I couldn't find work in this city. It's, it's, grinding me down. I needed cash. He found out Dessy was friends with you and told me to spy in you."

"Do you know any of his plans?"

"Yes. He let me in on it, all of it. He has created a machine which can bring kats here from other dimensions. Kats, but nothing else."

"So, they have to come through naked?" laughed Chance.

"No. I mean planes and things. It's too small for anything larger than a kat."

"Which explains why they were using enforcer surplus."

"Yes, he said they would be 'commandeering excess Enforcer issue equipment'."

"So, they stole that missing pile of old jets we were supposed to be getting," said Chance, thinking back to a phone call he'd made a while ago.

"Exactly."

"So, he just bought through the nasty versions of me and Chance?" asked Jake.

"No. In the other dimension, other members of the enforcers got fired, left because they couldn't handle the discipline etc. They ended up siding with Dark Kat too, because of the money."

"Why are you telling us this? You won't get paid if this doesn't work."

"But, I knew I was doing something wrong. I was waiting for someone to find out, so I could tell somebody. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't."

"Well, you've told us now. Now we can work together to stop whatever they're planning." Jake paused for a moment "By the way, what are they planning?"

"I ordered an attack. It was supposed to be so I could snoop around while you were busy, but it hasn't happened yet."

"So?"

"So, we have to get re-armed before it's launched."

"But, we don't have a jet, so how do you attack them, or even defend yourselves?" asked Dessy "You can't fight planes on foot."

"Give us more credit than that," replied Jake "So, we have no jet, we're not completely helpless, or stupid."