Chapter 11: Sleep of the Drugged III


It was like looking through a fish eye lens. Frankie felt a little
strange. There was some fabric covering all of his body, from his
shoulders down to his feet. There was something on his head too and he
was looking through two eyeholes in the big helmet or whatever it was on
his head. There were some special lenses in the eyeholes though that
helped him get some peripheral vision, albeit at the expense of some
depth of perception.

He looked around. It appeared to be some kind of dressing room. He was
sitting on a wooden stool with a leather encased cushion on top. There
was a large walk in closet with one door ajar. He took a look at what
was in the closet. Everything in the closet appeared to be fluffy and
red. On the walls, there were throw rugs depicting the heroic battle
scene with the armored warriors that he had seen before in several
places. The luxurious medium pile carpet under his feet depicted the
same scene. There was a light brown wooden dresser on one side of the
room. Next to the dresser, there was a large full height mirror with
incandescent light bulbs all around it like some kind of showy movie
star's dressing room mirror. He took a look in the mirror.

The red rooster, with its red feathers, yellow beak and all, in the
reflection looked back at him.

I'm the Red Rooster? Frankie thought. He remembered his experience back
when he wore a goofy looking cartoonish bulldog suit with a small bowler
hat at a Halloween Fair charity event in Wilton in Connecticut a number
of years back. He remembered how hot and constricting that suit was. The
head was heavy. The fur felt hot and heavy on his shoulders. He could
hardly see out of the character's mouth as he was supposed to. The red
rooster suit felt markedly different though. It seemed to be a lot
cooler and air seemed to flow through the suit almost as though it was
nothing. And the vision was a lot better too with the special lenses. If
he could not feel the suit, he could almost have imagined that he was
wearing nothing at all. The way it was, the red rooster suit caressed
his body in a most sensual way, hugging his body and fitting his form
very nicely. And yet, as he could see in the mirror, some padding placed
strategically around the area of the crotch and legs left a lot more to
the imagination.

After looking over the red rooster suit for a bit, admiring both the
back and the front, Frankie decided he should go out and see where he
was. He placed one gloved hand on the door handle and it yielded very
easily, almost as if it was made for someone with clumsy gloved hands.

The corridor outside the dressing room was quite a bit more austere. The
floor was grey cement. The walls were cement too, painted a gunmetal
dark grey. The only illumination on the corridor was a light bulb with a
small lamp shade only around every fifty feet or so. And yet, the
corridor did not seem too dark. Frankie took a walk down the corridor.
His footsteps appeared to echo behind him even though the red rooster
suit's feet, which were wrapped around his own feet, were padded.

As he got to the end of the corridor, he saw that it opened up into a
larger room. It was full of large machines and medical equipment. To one
side of the room, there was a hospital bed on which lay a ferret lady
who looked like his sister. She was his sister! She was hooked to one of
the machines and it was apparently drawing a blood sample from her left
arm. On her right arm, there was an intravenous tube attached to a clear
intravenous bag on a pole.

As he entered, he saw the lion and the tiger, both in business formal
attire. He also saw the two golden retrievers in black suits and dark
glasses standing by the wall on one side of the room. He froze for a
moment, thinking the two golden retrievers or the lion and the
tiger would attack. Then he remembered he was in the red rooster suit
and relaxed a bit.

"Hey, big boss" said the tiger. "We have the final experiment set up and
ready to go."

Frankie did not know what to say, so he improvised. "Good. Good." He
nodded, with a bit of an exaggerated movement so that the costume head
nodded too.

Then it happened. A ferret guy came running into the room suddenly. He
was wearing a yellow acrylic jacket with black stripes. He had a brown
leather gun holster strapped around his waist with a large gun with a
pearl white handle sitting in the holster.

The two golden retrievers sprang into action. They ran towards the
ferret but the ferret was quick as a whip. He jumped up and swung his
foot at the first dog, planting a kick right in the first dog's face.
The second dog threw a punch at the ferret but he bowed down and dodged
that punch while simultaneously hitting the second dog hard in the ribs.
The two dogs fell to the floor moaning.

Both the lion and the tiger had drawn their guns. They fired at the same
time. Everything appeared to slow down. The two bullets traced gentle
arcs through the air, leaving visible air pockets in their wake. The
ferret, who had gotten a running start, dove down to his left in slow
motion. The bullets glided right by him and bounced harmlessly off the
wall and clattered on the floor. The ferret, who was still gliding along
on his side, magically righted himself and everything speeded up again.
He jumped up with legs spread apart and kicked both the lion and the
tiger in their faces at the same time. They fell to the floor.

The two dogs had recovered. The first dog threw a punch at the ferret
but he dodged. Then without missing a beat, he grabbed the first dog's
arm and used his momentum to pull him further, slamming the first
dog's face right into the ferret's elbow held out sideways. The second
dog jumped up and tried to kick the back of the ferret's head but he
would soon regret that because the ferret ducked. Then he grabbed the
second dog's leg and bent over, tossing the second dog clear across the
room.

Then the ferret turned to face Frankie, who was still in the red rooster
suit. The ferret drew his large pearl handled gun and pointed it
directly at Frankie.

"And now I kill the frog" said the ferret coldly, as he squeezed the
trigger.

To Frankie, there was a click that seemed to echo loudly all over the
room, even though it was probably barely audible. Then nothing happened.
The ferret looked blankly at the gun and scratched his head with his
other hand. That was all he managed to do before the lion and the tiger,
who had recovered, grabbed him from behind and forced him down to the
ground. The first dog came to Frankie and handed him an aluminum
baseball bat.

Frankie took the bat and walked over to the ferret. He heard himself say
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" even though that
sentence never entered his mind. Then he lifted the aluminum bat and
brought it down on the ferret's head. The ferret screamed. He hit the
ferret again and again. He tried to stop himself but he couldn't. It was
as though someone else was controlling his actions. He hit the ferret
again and again on the head until it was a bloody pulp and there was a
pool of blood on the floor. As he did that, he felt so bad and full
of remorse that it was like he was going to break apart on the inside.

Then he drifted slowly back into consciousness as he woke up. Frankie
was in a bit of a daze. His heart was going ka-thump ka-thump but at
least it was not racing a mile a minute. Then he had another surprise.
He was not in his room! As he looked around, he saw that everything was
different. There was no desk. Instead, there was a big screen television
on one side of the wall. On the rest of the wall, there were posters of
practically every baseball team he knew and some he had no idea existed.
A baseball jersey hung from the hook on the back of the door. The room
appeared to be in some kind of highrise apartment. Through the window,
he could see a lot of blue sky and a few other buildings that were just
as high.

Frankie also noticed that he was completely naked under the sheets but
that surprise was, for once, secondary to his being in a strange
bedroom. He noticed that the sheets had a pattern of little baseballs
repeated all across and all over the sheet. Then he looked to his side
and saw Martin lying there fast asleep.

"Auggh!" screamed Frankie.

The fox stirred and blinked. He rolled over and with a weak smile, he
said "Ahh... good morning. I see the sleeping beauty has awakened."

"What... am... I... doing... here?" asked Frankie, with a look of shock
on his face.

"Oh... you of many pauses. How cute!" said Martin, cooing a little. "You
passed out at the bar so seeing as how you probably were not going to
go anywhere, I decided to bag this catch and take you home for the
night. You are a good fluffy cuddle, you know?"

"Stop saying that! I am NOT cute. But... you freak! Why am I naked? What
did you do to my clothes?" asked Frankie, his voice rising to a squeaky
pitch.

"Aww. You're cute when you get angry." teased Martin. "I left your
clothes on the dresser." he said, pointing at the dresser next to the
large screen television. "Anyway, I didn't think you would be
comfortable sleeping in all your clothes. And besides, how else was I
going to get a good gander at that cute ferret butt of yours." He
chuckled, giving Frankie a pat on his behind.

Frankie got out of the bed and stood up. Then he saw that he was naked.
He tried to cover up his naked bits but then he realized that Martin
probably already saw all of those so he stopped trying and just stood
there.

Then he had an alarming thought. He turned sideways and pointed at his
behind. "Did you?" he asked in an alarmed tone. "Did you?"

Martin shook his head. "Oh please. Not on a first date. At least give
me some credit for having principles. Not even if you looked like a
good lay."

"I... am NOT gay!" said Frankie indignantly, with his arms akimbo.

Martin rolled his eyes, "Not that there is anything wrong with that,
right?"

Frankie ignored that remark. He started putting his pants back on. "So
where am I now? How do I get back to where I was?"

Martin replied, matter of factly. "You're still in Manhattan. This is
near the corner of Lexington and 86th Street. There is a subway station
just a few blocks down Lexington. But I would not take the Number 6
train if I were you. It seems that a drunk ferret vomited all over that
subway platform last night."

Frankie groaned. He put on the rest of his clothes and his jacket and
dashed out the door.

Martin sighed. "The cute ones are always in such a hurry" he mused. He
picked up the remote control from his bedside table and turned on the
big screen television. A classic Bugs Bunny cartoon appeared on the
screen. The screen was so large that Bugs would be life sized if he were
as tall as the average person. Well, however tall he would be if he
weren't a cartoon. Well, you know what I mean.

"Now that's one cute bunny butt" Martin said, and he chuckled.