The town of Yellowton had seen better days. Once a bustling hub during the gold rush, it was now a place of dwindling fortunes and broken dreams. The townspeople, left with little hope, watched helplessly as an unknown figure bought up what remained of the town's assets. The casino, a relic of the town's former glory, was now a beacon for the desperate, where people gambled away their last bits of money in a bid to change their fate.

On this particular night, the casino was unusually crowded, with patrons clinging to the hope of a lucky break. Among the crowd, unnoticed, was Fanny, a cunning and sharp-eyed fennec fox. She blended into the background, her demeanor calm but her mind focused. Fanny was the leader of "the Pack," a group of fennecs infamous for their daring heists, and tonight they had set their sights on the casino.

Outside, the hum of an old-fashioned gangster car filled the air as it pulled up to the casino entrance. Inside the vehicle were the rest of the Pack, armed with tommy guns and ready for action. Faun Fennec, stationed nearby, used a small mirror to flash a signal to Fanny, indicating that the time had come.

With a swift and practiced motion, Fanny stepped forward, pulling a sawed-off shotgun from under her coat. She fired a shot into the ceiling, the loud report silencing the room in an instant. "Nobody move! This is a robbery!" she shouted, her voice commanding and clear.

The casino erupted into chaos as patrons and staff froze in fear. Moving with precision, Faith, Fiona, Farris, Fran, Fortune, Fame, and Filamina—Fanny's loyal crew—spread out through the room. They quickly went to work, stripping the establishment of its cash, jewelry, and other valuables. Each member of the Pack knew their role, executing the plan with flawless coordination.

As the team gathered the loot, Fanny kept a watchful eye on the clock, mindful of the time they had before the police would arrive. Outside, Faun ensured their getaway by cutting the spark plugs of nearby vehicles, preventing anyone from following them.

Just as the wail of sirens approached, the Pack made their exit, slipping away into the night before the police could reach the scene. They drove swiftly to their hideout in the woods, a secluded cabin far from prying eyes. Once safe inside, they began counting their haul, the thrill of the successful heist still fresh.

However, their celebration was short-lived. As they counted the money and valuables, they noticed that Fran was missing. Concern spread among them, realizing something had gone wrong. The absence of Fran cast a shadow over their victory, leaving them to wonder what had happened and how it might affect their future plans.

As the Pack faced the uncertainty of Fran's disappearance, Yellowton continued to grapple with its own mysteries and challenges, unaware of the deeper connections and conflicts brewing beneath the surface. The Pack's bold heist was just the beginning of a series of events that would shape the fate of the town and its inhabitants.

In this series I'm adding my dad as the villain ,"hurry you know how furious Gabriel Santana is that dipshit asshole" says Fanny.

"You know how impatient he is" says fiaona

"He's just a jerk" says Filamina

"Knowing him, nothings good enough for him" says Farris

Then Fanny's phone rings, "oh great"

"It's probably him"

"Hello sir" Fanny answers.

"Is the job done"

"Yes we have it" faith says.

"Was I talking to you" Gabriel asked.

Faith rolls her eyes and flips him off where he can't see, "yes but you know that was rude" Fanny says.

"Explain to me how it was rude"

"It just was"

"Well I don't need you to answer for Fanny, Fanny did you get the money"

"Yes sir we have it ready"

"You know the deal drop it off at the location we talked about"

"We worked hard sir don't you think we deserve a little reward"fortunate asked.

"The adults are talking, if any of you want to be paid I suggest you be grateful about it" he hangs up in an harsh tone, fucking bastard.

"Ugh let's just go, what an asshole"

**Meanwhile, in Yellowton...**

The old-fashioned gangster car pulled up in front of the town's decrepit welcome sign. Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Miss Tarantula (Webs), Mr. Piranha, and Mr. Shark stepped out, their presence commanding attention. Diane and Princess followed closely behind.

Mr. Wolf adjusted his hat and surveyed the town. "This place looks like it's been forgotten," he remarked, his voice laced with disdain.

Diane, holding a map and looking determined, replied, "That's exactly why we're here. This town's been plagued by crime and mysterious property purchases. We need to find out who's behind it all."

Princess, her white fur standing out against the dusty backdrop, tugged at Diane's sleeve. "Are we really going to find Fanny here, Mom?"

Diane crouched down to meet Princess's eyes. "I hope so, sweetheart. But first, we need to help the town and get it back on the map. Fanny's actions might be linked to these troubles, and finding her is crucial."

Mr. Snake, leaning against the car, added, "If there's a criminal mastermind here, we'll need to dig deep. We don't even know if Fanny's involved, but we can't ignore any leads."

Miss Tarantula (Webs) adjusted her glasses and looked around. "We should start by talking to the locals. They might have information on recent events."

Mr. Piranha, ever alert, kept his eyes scanning the area. "Let's move quickly. If Fanny is here, she might not stay hidden for long."

Mr. Shark nodded, his voice rumbling with authority. "Remember, our main goal is to restore order and figure out who's behind all this. Diane, let's make sure we cover all bases."

Diane nodded firmly. "Alright, everyone. Let's get to work. The sooner we understand what's happening here, the sooner we can help the town and find Fanny."

As the team dispersed, the investigation began, setting the stage for the complex dynamics of Yellowton's new chapter.