Cat-Boy Vs. Tiger-Man's Mutiny

By Michael Morgan

In this adventure, Cat-Boy is forced to save the President of the United States from an assassination attempt, and in the process also saves his arch enemy, Dog-Boy! Obligated to be loyal by the Dogs Code, he ends up an unwilling ally as Cat-Boy is driven to join forces with Team-Dog and the Mafia Knights to fight against Team-Cat, which was taken over by the rogue superhero Tiger-Man. Fortunately for Cat-Boy, the power of the press is on his side for once! From the courtroom to the jail cell, chaos erupts everywhere, as Cat-Boy tries to set straight a world turned upside down!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483689302

Michael Morgan

Michael Morgan is seminary musician for Columbia Theological Seminary and organist at Central Presbyterian Church in Atlanta. He is also a Psalm scholar and owns one of the largest collections of English Bibles in the country.

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Copyright © 2013 by Michael Morgan.

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Rev. date: 08/27/2013

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Contents

Chapter 1: Presidential Assassin

Chapter 2: Jude Doohickey’s Courtroom

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 4: Loyalty Hurts

Chapter 5: Dishonorably Booted

Chapter 6: Too Early Retirement

Chapter 7: A Place to Crash

Chapter 8: Overacting

Chapter 9: Public Service

Chapter 10: Boring Stuff

Chapter 11: Lost Game-Cat

Chapter 12: Ratty Leverage

Chapter 13: Tiger-Man’s Shakedown

Chapter 14: Cat-Boy Goes to Jail

Chapter 15: OH! The Burglar and Informant Should Be Friends!

Chapter 16: Life in Prison

Chapter 17: Pizza Old Roma

Chapter 18: The Fist of Justice Strikes Back

Chapter 19: The Angry Mobsters

Chapter 20: Tiger-Man vs. Cat-Boy

Chapter 21: Resolutions

Dedication

This book is gratefully dedicated to Joseph M. Arpaio, Maricopa County Sheriff, better known as Sheriff Joe, in appreciation for all he has done for the citizens of Maricopa County, Arizona.

Chapter 1

Presidential Assassin

For complicated reasons that no one can even begin to untwist, Team-Cat has been invited to the Stadium to hear the newly-elected President of the United States speak to the people of Arizona. Led by Council-King Cat-Boy, mainly because somebody had to get stuck with the paperwork, Team-Cat is the world’s greatest international group of superheroes who defend the world from deadly threats such as whatever happens to be causing trouble at the time.

Locally stationed in Glendale, AZ, the psychotic milkaholic Cat-Boy is known well to the citizens of Maricopa County. He wears a black cat costume complete with pointed ears, whiskers, and a tail with a life of its own. Sitting in the front row with the rest of Team-Cat, Cat-Boy plays with a small handheld videogame, his murderous Game-Cat, which is feared across the land.

Cat-Boy excitedly declares, Yes! I’m gonna make it! I’m on the last level! I’m finally going to beat the game! I’m FINALLY going to win! I’m—Oh Bath, I lost again! For some strange reason, the Game-Cat sparks uneasily, emitting stray static as though nervously on alert at the Stadium. Hey, don’t start that again! Cat-Boy warns, flashing his always handy spray bottle of peroxide as sharp static threatens his fingers.

When does it start? Wiggles asks as Magma-Man pops the popcorn. Wiggles and Magma-Man are Cat-Boy’s two brothers. Magma-Man is thirteen years old, the same age as Cat-Boy. He is always ready for battle in his heavy armor, which is mostly orange and white with slight traces of yellow and red mixed in.

Wiggles is the younger brother, roughly around six or seven years old though not many can say for sure. He wears a green cat costume much like Cat-Boy’s, and always carries his paintball machine gun, his prized weapon of choice. The paintball machine gun fires rapid painful spurts of blood red paint which usually causes chaos and confusion amongst enemies.

Relax, Leopard-Girl says, The President will be here in a few minutes. Leopard-Girl is the mother of the three kids. She wears a yellow cat costume with black spots, but only a mask across her eyes, which, while concealing her identify, doesn’t hide her beautiful face.

Wiggles slumps bored in his seat complaining, I’m a little kid. A few minutes are like a few hours to me. Avoiding a stern look from his mother, Wiggles sighs, Joe, what did we do to deserve this?

General Joe brought them all here. Officially stationed at Storage Unit O.9, a high-tech military research base isolated in a classified location which Cat-Boy hopefully will never, ever discover again, General Joe has been assigned to Team-Cat Glendale HQ since Cat-Boy took over the group a few years back. (The government has just-in-case precautions in play for every possible scenario, conceivable no matter how unlikely. For instance, what if Team-Cat all simultaneously decided to turn super-villain for no apparent reason, and try to kill everybody and take over the world? As a precaution for this fear, General Joe is permanently assigned to keep an eye on Council-King Cat-Boy’s interior operations and to report back daily to his higher ranking authorities at Storage Unit O.9. Though, not too many are higher ranking than the well known and greatly respected Six-Star General Joe.)

Of course General Joe fights alongside his fellow heroic colleagues on countless life threatening missions to save the world, among other things, which helps to explain his decorated uniform, which can hardly be seen through the medals of honor more numerous than raindrops in a thunderstorm.

Joe answers Wiggles, I could recite your ever extending list, but then there would be no more room for the book.

Wiggles points at Cat-Boy saying, Punish him, not me!

Joe nods, Cat-Boy’s list is longer.

Yes! Cat-Boy smiles while playing with his Game-Cat, completely oblivious to the conversation.

Joe has his reasons for being here. Carefully he glances around the mammoth coliseum, taking in the scene. The Stadium is built to hold roughly about seventy-eight thousand people, but today it is overflowing beyond capacity. The wide, open-rounded space is so large that the walls can hardly be seen from any side. The grass field below is all set up with a huge stage and microphone where the President will stand to give his speech in a matter of minutes. Quietly he runs his fingers across the gun under his shirt on the off chance that things go bad.

Glancing around the audience, he sees no seats left empty. In a crowd so large you can’t see where it ends, one would think there’d be chatter beyond description, and so loud that one couldn’t hear himself think, but not a syllable is uttered from anyone in the audience. The Stadium is so silent that the chatter from Team-Cat echoes like surround-sound speakers, which is drawing spooky attention from those silent audience members seated around the superheroes.

Cat-Boy moans sadly as he checks the battery life for his Game-Cat. He knows he’s been playing it for a while and it will need to charge soon, which means he won’t be able to play anymore until it does.

Huh? he does a double take, seeing that according to the screen the battery went dead a few minutes ago. Confused, he flicks the power switch to turn off the device, but it has no effect. Flicking the switch several more times, Cat-Boy finds that his Game-Cat is finally cooperating! It won’t shut down. Sharp electricity shoots into the switch to chase Cat-Boy away from it. Ouch! Cat-Boy yanks his hand away, shaking it as the tip of his glove finger is burned off. Never arguing with a good thing, Cat-Boy smiles chuckling, Alright, as he goes back to playing. Stray static continues to spark uneasily as an odd low growl emits from the Game-Cat’s sound speaker. Cat-Boy looks a little irritated as he’s starting to get the feeling that he’s being ignored. At least you still like me, Cat-Boy says, leaning back in his seat to glance up at the big audience guy sitting behind him. The silent audience member, as well as several others seated nearby, glare as though in wait back at him. Cat-Boy shakes his head critiquing, You all suck for conversation.

President Dick Gravey gets ready backstage. He is surrounded by Secret Service Agents, who hurriedly rush to dust off his fancy gray suit as their time ran out several minutes ago. The President stands with his arms stretched out and a crooked smile. Despite a few recent minor setbacks he is victorious once more. Once again, Dick Gravey is the newly elected President of the United States, and thanks to his unbending widespread stronghold of mind control manipulation across the world, nobody can figure it out.

It wasn’t easy getting where he is today. In fact it took centuries to build his armies this strong. For a brief time things were looking bleak, but as of today the damage is repaired, and his glorious plans for universal takeover, involving either global domination or destruction can finally get back on track. Combing his hand through his shadowy, black, hair-sprayed head, he triumphantly chuckles like a spoiled rich kid at his birthday party.

Stupid humans, Gravey thinks aloud by mistake, speaking without moving his mouth.

Only one of his bodyguards takes notice; obviously a newbie. He blinks in astonished disbelief asking, What? Uh, did you say something, Sir?

The President dismisses himself with a wave of his hand, and merely orders the guard, Work harder.

Yes Sir, the guard responds, convinced it must have been his imagination.

The other Secret Service men silently glance amongst one another with urgency. Glaring at their newbie, they know this problem must be corrected.

All at once the lights go dark throughout the arena. General Joe rolls his eyes angrily, as he has enough trouble already. NO! he yells. It can’t happen here! Grabbing the gun from under his shirt, he shoots that accursed murderess beast in Cat-Boy’s hands. BANG! The bullet almost hits the Game-Cat, but is deflected last millisecond by a miniature static lightning bolt shot from the device. The spent bullet falls harmlessly to the floor, landing between Joe’s feet.

The uncaring audience has no reaction to any of this as their undivided attention remains focused on the stage. Cat-Boy turns to Joe looking insulted as he says, Dude! The Game-Cat continues to spark and growl as the ceiling cracks open.

Team-Cat turns their attention upward, marveling at the astonishing sight. The Stadium’s dome shaped ceiling peels open like a banana from both ends, letting in sunlight. However, there is not much sunlight to be had through the heavy cloud cover thundering overhead with the promise of rain, but the lighting will suffice. General Joe releases a deep sigh of relief just before the sounds of many explosions draws their attention back to the grass field below.

Far enough from the stage, surrounding one entrance, an impressive fireworks show is being displayed. Magma-Man especially thinks it’s awesome, but holds his breath hoping the dry grass won’t catch fire.

Then the announcer declares over the loudspeaker, Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our newly elected President of the United States— While the announcer pauses, allowing the anticipation to build, Cat-Boy jumps up throwing his excited fists in the air, standing on his chair as he cheers with the crowd, —DICK GRAVEY!

The crowd erupts as though on cue, standing and clapping and roaring, somehow in sync together as an army marches into battle, with no variation of time, nor hesitation from any, as the orchestra on stage plays Hail to the Chief. Dick Gravey times it perfectly as the ceiling cracks open just enough to make a pathway of sunlight leading from the fireworks entrance door to the stage where he will give his big speech. He steps out onto the grass field into the emerging sunlight making his walk to the stage as the ceiling continues to open.

Gracefully sprinting up the stairs onto his stage, the President quickly adjusts his tie. Approaching the microphone, first he deliberately clears his throat, then he stretches his arm up and out toward the audience in the most bizarre gesture, and opens with, Obey your glorious leader, clueless humans!

The roaring crowd cheers all the louder while General Joe can’t believe his eyes. Cat-Boy coughs getting his attention. As Joe glances over, Cat-Boy inconspicuously rolls his hand in a small circle as though to say, Hurry up! General Joe then begins to cheer and yell with the rest of the spooky crowd.

President Dick Gravey starts rambling on, much like all politicians do, Now that I’ve been re-elected as your new President, I promise to continue my work toward blah, blah, blah.

Wiggles groans as he slumps way down in his seat already bored out of his mind. Covering his ears, the little kid begs, Make it stop!

Cat-Boy parties like he’s at some rock concert cheering, Dick ROCKS! Dick ROLLS! Somehow he’s now wearing a shirt over his superhero costume. The front reads in capital letters, GRAVEY! and the back reads, BIG DICK!

Wiggles is baffled asking, Where the bath did you get that?

Cat-Boy points an accusing finger gasping, You stole my catchphrase! Kyle! he nods to Magma-Man.

Magma-Man chuckles answering, With pleasure, as he smacks his little brother in the back of the head.

Ouch! Wiggles whines, Mom!

Leopard-Girl takes a bite of popcorn shrugging, Don’t drag me into this.

Cat-Boy turns on the big audience guy sitting behind him and says, He stole my catchphrase. Clearly he doesn’t care as he continues to glare at Cat-Boy.

Gravey’s cold stare becomes piercing as he gazes in Team-Cat’s direction. He continues, The loss of our voodoo Globe struck a devastating blow to our concluding plans, but don’t worry about a thing my fellow citizens. Before my term is through, it will be hand delivered back to us.

Cat-Boy waves his hand like a fanatic fan roaring, Over here, Dick! He draws attention to the back of his shirt, BIG DICK. The President narrows his eyes at the wording unable to decide whether that’s supposed to be a compliment or an insult. General Joe tries real hard not to snicker as he knows the answer.

Mr. President, someone grabs his shoulder from behind.

Gravey turns sharply seeing Dog-Boy, the local thirteen year old wannabe super-villain wearing his faded yellow dog costume with the floppy ears, strap on nose, and a drippy fire hydrant logo on his chest, stuttering while shaking his hand. Oh Mr. President, it’s an honor, what a privilege, to be standing here shaking hands with you, Mr. President! I voted for you, you know, Mr. President, Sir,

Gravey maintains his fake cheesy smile while awkwardly replying, Everybody does, as he fiercely glances between his