"The Adventures of Super-Sam" Part Four

The cars zoomed past my face, nearly blowing me away and leaving the dirty, dank smell of automobiles hovering around me. Every time a car passed us, Gabby flapped her wings back in panic. Scaredy-crow.
...As for the cars - millions and millions of 'em. We were gonna hafta hitchhike on one of them. Hitching a ride was not easy, I knew. That's when a devious plan formed in my mind; I would need Gabby's help for this one. "Gabby," I proclaimed, turning to her and smiling, "I'm going to need a little favor, please."
Gabby eyed me. "What is it?"
She leaned close and I whispered to her my perfect plan.
"No! Absolutely not!"
"But why not? You'll be fine! It's not like you'll be hit or anything..."
Grumbling to her self a manner of things which should not be said, she slowly climbed the tiny hill. Then, with a flap of her wings she flew into the air and towards a big blue car. She zoomed quickly, beak-first, into the windowshield. The driver screeched to a halt and Gabby hit the asphalt, feighning death. The startled woman threw open the car door and rushed over to her. She was shaking and trembling unimaginably, as she cautiously made her way towards the crow.
I, of course, with my quick thinking, seized the moment and dashed through the open car door and into the backseat, gratefully uninhabited by children. Unfortunately, there was no Emma there, but that was to be expected. Still, one could be hopeful...
Gabby, though from my angle I could not see her, had already flown away, startling the woman even more, and was to follow us until we reached our destination - or at least as close as we were going to get. Then the rest of my plan would unfold.
The woman stumbled back into the car, shakily again, and brushed her blond hair back from her face. She started taking deep breaths. By now, from the back seat, I could see that other cars were swerving around her. It took her a few moments before she began driving again. I smiled triumphantly and sat in my sentry position; I was on my way to Teek's home. I might as well enjoy the ride.

"The Adventures of Super-Sam" Part Three

I wasted no time, hurrying to rescue the poor child. "Poor dear," Gabby, who had almost naught but bad experiences with humans, tried to fake sympathy for the girl.
Deciding that the best thing to do at the moment was to alert every animal with either super-sensitive smell, hyper-hearing, or a bird's-eye-view of the city, I went from door to door - and doghouse to doghouse - alerting every pet I knew of. Every bird that we passed as we meandered down sidewalks I called to and shared with them the dilemma. Every horse, every cow (yes, I live in a very strange neighborhood), even squirrels that scurried through trees were recipents of the news.
Passing a dog walking a human, I stopped, not minding racial differences, to talk to the dog. The dog, who was actually quite mannerful for a mutt, stopped and kindly smiled at me. "Yes, what can I do you for, cat?"
I partially noticed a bewildered look from the human at the sight of a cat, a crow and a dog all having a friendly chat together as I spoke. "I have important news that I must get to everyone. A human-child has been kidnapped by a big, evil human with a scary-looking dog, such as yourself. Except that you are not exactly scary-looking, Sir. You are actually quite friendly," I added, trying to be courteous.
This nice dog (never thought there would be one!) was appalled and got up, baring his teeth. "What?! How terrible! Don't worry, Mr. Cat - I will alert every dog I see while you get on the case!"
I was quite pleased at how well this dog understood the matter - and how quickly, too. "Yes, thank you very much! My friend and I must find her before it is too late. Thank you again, um...." I struggled to find the name. I looked on the collar. "Mr. Tanner. Thank you very, very much."
His tail wagged, "You are very welcome, Sir. And might I ask your name?"
"Samson," I replied, grinning. "The name is Samson. But I must be off! Come on, Gabby - we have a girl to find!" I raced off down the sidewalk, Gabby half-scurring, half-flapping after me, and Tanner pulling his human quickly in the opposite direction.
"Where to now, Sammy?" Gabby inquired.
"A Taxi," I said, racing through the small intersection. "We must go to Empress Teek!"

"The Adventures of Super-Sam" Part Two

So, there I was, searching for the mysterious kidnapper and his worthless, mean-hearted dog. I sniffed around and I could definetly smell the scent of a car and a man and a dog -- all three being dark and evil and horrible-smelling.
Finding nothing there, though, I decided to go straight to the source. Gabby the crow, who was residence to a large tree just right outside of the neigborhood, down the sidewalk, was the most talkative, gossiping crow there was. She usually hung out on top of roofs where no one could see her most of the time, so she could listen in on conversations.
Gabby just happened to be on top of my roof, so I beckoned for her to come down. She started preening her feathers, obviously waiting for me to talk first -- unusual.
"Gabby, I need your help," I came right out.
She looked at me, "My help, Sammy? Whatever for?" She cawed laughingly.
"Emma -- that man that took her away. Who was he and where did he go?" I needed her help and she was certainly not helping.
She preened some more. "I don't know, Samson.... You seem pretty desperate for this information. I think I might need payment... Some food from your humans, perhaps?"
I growled and took a step closer to her, "I'm in no mood for games, now tell me where he went before I eat you myself!"
Gabby's happiness quickly faded and, a bit frightened and noticing that she was in an awkard situation, she mumbled something to herself. Finally, she decided that she would get no bargain from me. "Fine, then," she said. "I don't care for your stupid humans -- just the garbage and gossip that comes with them. But if you really want to know, fine -- I'll do if for you, Samson."
I could tell she was about to go into another elaborate speech, so I rolled my eyes, "Cut to the chase, already," I said, growing impatient. "This is serious buisness."
"Right," she said. "Well, word on the street is that man has been capturing a few human-chicks, and is planning to sell them for what humans call money. Worthless stuff, really..."
My eyes widened, "Sell them? Like, at a pet store or something?!"
"Guess so," she cawed. "Well, anyway, his name is Jim Coal, and he's working for a group of humans that capture human-chicks and sell them to other humans. Last I saw he went North up thataway," she pointed with her wing, "and he's probably headed to his hideout."
I was already formulating a plan in my head, "Thanks, Gabby."
"No problem," she cawed, but I could see she was a bit irritated that she got nothing out of this.
I thought a moment. "Tell you what," I said, "if you help me out with this whole thing, I might be able to get you a nice piece of bread or something from my humans after all."
Gabby immediately brightened up. "Sure, Sammy-O! Whatever you say! I'll get that human back in no time! Now, what do I need to do? And, say, do you think your humans have white-bread with maybe a little peanut butter on it...?"

"The Adventures of Super-Sam" Part One

"Sammy," I heard the call and the shake and rattle of kitty kibble. Skidding across hardwood and carpet, like a horse I scrambled down to the kitchen where my human set down the bowl of food. Hungily, I gulped it up.
"Good kitty," she pet me. I shrugged it off, too hungry to care about her baby talk. After I had eaten my fill, the door opened and I decided a quick walk around the neighborhood wouldn't hurt. Out my cat door and into the big world I went. It was early autumn, and the chill and breeze and fresh scent of cinnammon and pumpkin filled the air and ruffled my fur.
Padding up and down the sidewalks, I enjoyed the quiet afternoon and the birds twittering from their treetops. It was very serene and calming, and I almost felt like a nap on a sun-warmed stone.
Suddenly, I heard a worried and desperate cry. Running, jumping and dashing over grassy yards and beauty-bark, I found the owner of the mournful yowls.
It was Java the cat, looking shaky and upsetted. Like the gentlemen I was, I came up to her and said, "What seems to be the problem, Ma'am?"
Unseemingly rude, the light of hope faded in her eyes. "Oh, it's only you, Sammy. Where's Harley? I need the Alpha right away!"
I frowned, "Excuse me, but, um, I'm here. Hero Extrordinaire? You don't need Harley, silly." I sniffed around, "Now, what happened?"
Java, still a little disturbed (heaven knows why), started telling her story. "Well," she said, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt..." She started bursting into tears, "Oh, Sammy, my human! My little-girl human! You know -- Emma? This strange-smelling black human and his big evil dog took her away in their big-car! She was just out playing on her bike when all of the sudden the big-car pulled up and the man got out and took her away!!" She sobbed again, very disturbed.
I had to admit myself, I was very surprised and upset. Little Emma may not have been very good at handling cats, but she was nice and small and virtually harmless! And the mention of a big dog heightened my suspicions even more.
"Don't worry, Java -- Samson is on the case!"