Fonziebirds: Long Time Coming

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 1- The Date

It was a cool yet fun Friday night in Chicago and Charles Alan 'Chachi' Tracy smiled as he and Joanie Kyrano stepped out of Tracy 1 as soon as it had landed since Chachi's father, Howard Jefferson Tracy, decided to give them the night off. Chachi could tell that he and Joanie were going to enjoy this party but ever since the incident with his old scooter, he asked Brains to design a new one. But during his time with International Rescue, he had learned something that there was more to being a part of International Rescue than cool adventures, that it was about dedication and commitment as much as courage and bravery.

Smiling, Chachi and Joanie saw the bright lights and people dancing to what sounded like 1920s jazz music and headed towards the center of that city.

The music was indeed Charleston music and they noticed that one of the musicians looked a lot like Richard Gordon a.k.a 'Richie'. Chachi paused, looked at the stage and asked "Hey, Joanie, doesn't that redheaded saxophonist look like Richie?"

"Rich," Joanie said as she saw the saxophonist. "I hate to tell you this but that is Richie."

After a moment, Joanie sighed and resumed dancing with Chachi until he swore to himself that he was going to be sick. Try as he might, he knew that saxophonist was his older brother Richie and waved at him. Richie, who was still playing his saxophone, winked at his younger brother and his girlfriend who were still dancing.

By the time the band had finished their first set, Richie knew that Joanie and Chachi, despite their clothes, were sitting at a nearby cafe table and walked over to them. He saw that it was only 9:45pm and heard Joanie and Chachi speaking and decided to join them.

"Your sound was cool tonight, Rich." Chachi said looking up at his older brother.

"Okay, Pal, who are you and what've you done to my little brother?" Richie asked giggling.

"He's gone to on to a better place. A planet where he's got lots of Joanie Clones to do his bidding and cater to his every whim." Chachi said sarcassticlly.

"If I know Chachi and I do, Rich, he's being sarcasstic," Joanie said smiling at Richie. "You did a good set out there."

"Thanks for the comment, Joanie." Richie said hugging the brunette as he sat down between her and Chachi until Chachi noticed that his brother was getting in his way.

"Richard, are you there," Howard's voice said on Richie's watch. "Richard, can you hear me?"

"Hi, Dad, I was talking to Joanie and Chachi since there's a party in the Windy Apple." Richie said as he answered his watch.

Chachi smiled at the sound of his father's voice and mouthed the words "Hi, Dad" at the watch. Joanie couldn't help but smile at him.

"I just called to check on you, Son," Howard said until he heard Warren Scott a.k.a 'Potsie' reading some pages in Chachi's Diary making Ralph Virgil laugh. "Will you call me back when you can, I need to talk to Potsie about invading Chachi's privacy."

Howard hung up, the band decided to do their second set, Richie walked back to the stage and the city blared to life again.

"By the sound of Potsie and Ralph's laughing, it sounds like either Potsie or Ralph were reading my diary!" Chachi said as he pondered his thoughts and remembered all those times where his jealous side got the better of him and they fought over what he thought he'd seen. All of which had been completely innocent, once he was forced to see what really happened.

Joanie sighed as they danced to the hot jazz music and she put her chin on his shoulder. She reached over and ran her fingers through his thick dark hair then down over his cheek to finger his chin cleft thoughtfully and sighed "Chach, this is the best night of my life."

"Mine too, I guess. And I'm not the only member of my own family here. The least I should've done was ask Rich to pretend he didn't know me." Chachi said.

"Well, Rich came here an hour before we did," Joanie said as she kissed his cheek excitedly. "And I know I only like him as an older brother!"

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 2- The Plan

The next morning on Tracy Island, Potsie turned and faced Howard wordlessly when he felt that he was far enough away from the others. "Perhaps, Potsie," Howard said as soon as breakfast was ready. "You might want to explain to me how you found Chachi's Diary."

"He left it on my bed," Potsie protested. "I thought it was my diary but when I was due to write in it, I knew by the writing inside that it was Chachi's!"

"You can tell it was mine, Mr Smart Guy," Chachi snapped. "It had a load of pictures of Joanie inside it and the words she wrote to me, 'Dear Chachi, Purity of heart carries with it a power beyond mortal understanding, love Joanie'."

"And thanks to you, Ralph knows all of our baby brother's deep dark secrets, Potsie," Richie added. "I can't believe that you're such a big mouthed jerk like Big Mouth Jerry in that movie Jailhouse Juvies!"

"Wow! Look at that photo of a 12 year old Chachi with some dark haired kid," Ralph said looking at a photo taken 2 years previously. "By the look of things, that kid looks like how Chachi's friend, Kenny Malone, did 2 years ago."

"Ralph, that is Kenny and Richie took that picture." Gina Delvecchio said.

"Chachi had that sort of hair 2 years ago, didn't you, Chachi?" Alfred Hiram 'Al' Delvecchio's voice asked from behind Richie as he arrived and looked at the photo.

"Yeah, Al, I did." Chachi said.

"I knew that too, Al." Joanie said.

Elsewhere in Chicago, three criminals, a tall, beefy black man, a medium built man with medium brown hair and a scrawny pock-faced blond, all stood before a desk which had belonged to the mobster, Hal Capone.

"Okay, yous mugs," said Capone, a stout dark haired man as he descended his desk chair and walked over to the couch where the three men where sitting. "I got a plan, it involves International Rescue and knowin' da Candy Man, he wants dem dead or alive."

The three men looked at one another suspiciously.

Capone continued smiling like a Cheshire Cat as he said "We might as well capture some o' dem and turn 'em over to da Candy Man so he's can get dem outta his way for good."

By now, the suspicious looks upon the faces of these men had cracked into smiles and the blond even dared to laugh.

But Capone was dead serious as he sneered "International Rescue, or Da Screws as we mobsters call 'em, are pretty smart at tryin' to but we might have dat dark haired kid da Candy Man's always naggin' me and da boys about, dat geek who works for 'is ol' man, his niece and dat dark haired kid's gal but I'll let Win an' Smithy to deal wid her."

Capone saw the beefy man and the brown haired man opened a door opposite Capone's office which revealed plush bed with satin sheets, pillows and a blanket.

"I don't understand," Smithy boldly spoke with a southern twang. "What about that dark haired kid, the geek and his niece if me and Win got the gal?"

"Ah," Capone said walking back to his desk. "Well, Buck'll handle 'em but if he does what I think he's gonna do, da Candy Man'll have dat guy's head!"

"Where do the guys go if the gal goes in the bedroom?" asked Win in a deep throaty bass voice.

"Dey go in dat cell next to da bedroom," Capone said as he glared at Win taking a dislike to these three. "Dey'll get to hear what you do to dat broad and if I hear any making out, I'll have your heads."

"What happens next?" Buck asked in a warm mellow voice.

"Well," Capone answered. "I know dem Tracy brothers are pretty masculine but knowin' Buck here, he'll do what I think he might to to dat dark haired kid."

"But Win and me ain't never made out with another guy's girl," Smithy protested. "The last time I had a woman in the room, I got slapped in the face for grabbing her!"

Capone scowled at Smithy and looking rather intimidating for a mobster standing a mere 5'10" finally said "If she sturggles against you or Win, you tie 'er to da bed and tell 'er you ain't gonna hurt 'er."

The three criminals were silent. Both Buck and Smithy averted their eyes to the ground while Win sat straightly and inspired to join the effort. Capone's eyes held a spark they never had before. He was mesmerizing and insane but fully believable.

"Well," he asked the criminals who were in the same room as him. "Who's wid me?"

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 3- The Abduction

As soon as Fonziebirds 1 & 2 set off for Chicago, Chachi settled back into the chair by Joanie and glanced out the window to see what looked like a group of criminals. And although he noticed on of them was a blond, he had a feeling these men either worked for Hal Capone or International Rescue's arch nemesis, the Candy Man. As he got older from his 12 year old self, Chachi finally came to realize how much he really cared fro Joanie and not in a brotherly type regard. And as much as he hated to admit it, he is in love with her. Chachi assumed that since they have lived together since childhood and were now in their early teens, he knew that she was Chachi's friend, Kenny Malone's girlfriend in Grade School before she had a relationship with him.

As soon as the two Fonziebird craft landed in Chicago, people were running for the gangs of criminals that were tearing the whole town apart but after watching too many gangster movies, Potsie was shocked to realise that the city looked more like an archaeologist's dream than the real Chicago.

"This is the mayor of Chicago's worst idea ever." Chachi said as he saw the gang wars.

"This is pretty much like a project about the American prohibiton I did in 10th Grade history," Potsie informed. "But this is a mission meaning we'll have to go in a group of three and a group of four. Ralph, Rich, you two are with me. Chach, you, Gina and Joanie go with Al and try to stop the gangsters from ripping this place apart."

"What are you talking about, Potsie," Richie asked hesitantly flashing his oldest brother an innocent smile and hoping he was as good an actor as any of the actors in those gangster movies Potsie loved. "I know I stood in for a pal of mine who had the flu last night and I saw Joanie and Chachi at the city party."

"We know that, Mr Smart Guy and I taught you to play a saxophone when you were still in 7th Grade and you know that but we're on a rescue mission." Ralph lovingly replied.

It had been two hours since Potsie, Ralph and Richie had saved a few people and let the police handle most of the criminal gangs but Chachi hopefully cast all thoughts of love for Joanie who left like she was at that party the night before. She had been busy trying to calm herself down until she felt a large hand on her butt which caused her to scream.

"CHACH!" Joanie's voice screamed as the hand went round to her crotch area. Then, a thinner hand decided to join in by stroking her cheek and as soon as she screamed again, Gina, Chachi and Al rushed over to her.

"That's it, Cutie pie," the man in front of Joanie told her in a Southern voice. "If your boyfriend behind me never taught you the Song of the Southerner, then I will."

"What are you guys going," Chachi said. "Let my girlfriend go, it's me you guys want."

As a strong man lifted Chachi off the ground, Al frantically ran towards the two men that held Joanie and Chachi on to them but before he could grab Joanie off the Southerner, the stronger man, who was about a few inches taller than Potsie, stood behind him and Gina with Chachi over one shoulder. Al immediately froze in fear as he stared into his dark menacing eyes and Chachi's yelling startled him as he was put back on the ground.

"What's going on? Who are you? AHHHhhh….." Al yelled until the strong man hit him, Gina and Chachi on the head knocking them unconscious stopping Al's mid scream. He grabbed them and threw them over his shoulders with ease before briskly leaving the rescue sight to join his skinny friend who held an unconscious Joanie.

The burly man tossed Gina, Al and Chachi into the truck of a cadillac next to Joanie before telling the driver to get a move on and get back to Capone's hideout. As the cadillac drove off into the city, Potsie, Ralph and Richie tried to chase after the cadillac but it was too fast and too 1920s for them and to Potsie's dismay. The mens only mission is to get the two men and the girl to Capone's hideout quickly and without being noticed.

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 4- Abducted

WARNING: This chapter and then next two is not for kids for descriptions of violation that you guys might find a little creepy, gross and scary.

A few hours later, Chachi regained consciousness to a throbbing headache and almost total darkness. He was lying on what felt like a floor with Gina and Al's unconscious forms beside him. Chachi sat up groaning and clutching his head.

Struggling to see in the darkness and through the headache, he looked around to see where he was. He was in a stone room about three meters per side. The walls were all solid cut stone blocks aside from the wall directly opposite him which had the thick wooden door in it. Light came from a single purple tinged light stick in the corner that filled the room with an pale eerie glow that was almost impossible to see by.

Chachi frowned wondering where he was. The last thing he remembered was being grabbed from behind and being hit on the head at the same time as Gina and Al was but as he looked around the room, he knew there was no sign of Joanie.

Great, he thought. Just great. Where did those guys put Joanie?

The sound of footsteps in the corridor caught his attention and Chachi looked at the door just as the sound of multiple locks being pulled back. It appeared that his captors whoever they were, were about to show their faces.

The door opened and Chachi blinked in the bright light that suddenly flooded the cell he was in but the light was so bright that he couldn't briefly see the face of his captor.

"You're Charles Alan Tracy, aren't you," said a warm mellow which reminded Chachi of Bud Anderson from Father Knows Best. "The Candy Man told us about you."

As his vision adjusted to the bright light flooding into the cell, Chachi stared at the man in surprise and fear.

"Who the hell are you?" Chachi asked the man who appeared to be taller than both him and Richie.

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself," the man spoke softly, his voice like warm honey but as Al woke up, Chachi felt the cold knot of fear that had formed deep inside him twist even tighter. "My associates call me Buck because of my technique but my friends call me Jonathan. Some of them find the technique pleasurable, others less so but I'm hopeful you'll enjoy it or learn to."

Chachi now felt Buck's fingers combing up the back of his hair, scaring him. "You've got nice hair, Charles. And I love the color; is it dark?" he asked in a soft voice. Chachi was shaking in horror but twitched his head forward, pulling it out of Buck's hand. Buck only reached up again, this time grasping a handful of it and pulling his head back so that his ear was near Buck's mouth.

"Well," he pronounced at last. "Your eyes are very compelling, a beautiful brown but judging by your face, you're younger than your real age."

The hand in his hair loosened its grip and then as if Buck had another thought he wished to share, gripped hard again. Then Chachi cried out in surprise and disgust as Buck let his tongue explore Chachi's ear and within a few minutes, Buck put Chachi on a nearby mattress, covered him with a blanket and let himself do what Chachi thought he was going to do.

In the bedroom, the first thing Joanie noticed when she regained consciousness was that she was lying on something satin, the second that she was undressed under a blanket and the third that something was over her eyes making it impossible for her to see anything.

Joanie groaned in pain and tried to grab her throbbing head but she found that her hands were bound above her head and that she couldn't move them or her legs as they were bound with what felt like thick ropes.

"Hurts, doesn't it, Girly?" a deep husky male voice asked as Joanie felt the blindfold over her eyes taken off. And abruptly the darkness, which had filled her vision, was replaced by harsh artificial light. For the first time, Joanie saw the man's face.

The man was tall at least 6'4", his shoulders were broad and his body rippled with huge lean muscles. His form was rather stong since he was taller than Chachi or any of his brothers. He had a handsome face which looked like Potsie's own and his brown eyes were cruel and uncaring.

Looking at him, Joanie found that the man scared her. There was something about him an air of menace and strength that was very unsettling and the vaguely lustful look in his eyes as he gazed back at her making her blood run cold.

"Who the hell are you?" Joanie asked wanting to see Chachi instead of this man.

"What I just did wasn't the way for me to introduce a girl," the man replied. "My real name's Toby J. Beckett but most folks call me Win due to my luckyness around women."

Cautiously, Win approached Joanie and studied her as she struggled against her bonds for a few moments trying to come up with another way of carrying out his orders. Then he grinned as the answer occurred to him and he wondered why he had not thought about it before.

He leered at Joanie and gave a cruel smirk even though she shut her eyes as she heard the rustling of clotheing and he climbed into the bed with her.

"Get off me, you pig." she yelled as his gaze roamed her body passionatly and she flsuhed and cringed beneath his gaze.

"You're mine now, Girly," he purred in a sultry tone of voice, his eyes boring into hers. "Once I do what you think, I'm gonna do to you, we'll be forever bound together now and you won't be able to leave me."

Joanie stared back at him in horror then moaned and pulled at her bonds again knowing it would do no good. He laughed and kissed her again, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring deeply. She had to endure what he was doing as his hands roamed her body roughly and painfully and he stopped kissing her. When he was done, he sat up and smirked at her then he settled himself between her legs which were under the blanket. Joanie's breathing sped up as she realized what he was going to do and her body tensed reflexively though she knew it wouldn't help.

This time, he let her scream.

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 5- Bad Luck For Joanie

For the warning about this chapter, see Chapter 4

In the cell, Chachi sat with his knees up to his chest sighing thinking what Buck did to him as soon as he left the cell. He felt dirty, worthless and violated as he pulled his knees in close to his chest and wrapping his arms around them while feeling rather like an idiot for being taking for granted.

But Al had found that Buck had done this to him if Win did the same thing to Joanie but his pants, along with his underpants, were pulled up. But before he could get the young man's T-shirt and jacket back on, Buck had come in, also back in his own clothing. It was then that Chachi knew that he was in deeper trouble than he had previously believed and Gina was still unconscious.

Al sighed sadly as he crawled over to Chachi who had already slumped head first onto the pillow. "I'm sorry, Dad," Chachi whispered. "I tried to stop him but he was too strong for me."

In the bedroom, Smithy opened the door as soon as Win had left after doing to Joanie what Buck had did to Chachi and walked over to the bed. Smithy went over to where Joanie was lying on the bed, still bound and obviously asleep. He contemplated roughly waking her up denying her the peace of sleep.

Oh man, my head hurts. Joanie thought as she sat still tied to the bed. As her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she was even more disturbed to realize that Win was no where in the room and the skinny man had taken his place and that she was wearing someone else's clothes.

Instead of her usual pink blouse, blue rolled up jeans, white socks and brown loafers, she was now wearing a low-rise long white silk skirt and a white silk top with off the shoulder short sleeves exposing her cleaveage and midriff. Not to mention that her necklace and clothes were neatly piled up on a table by the bed and whoever took the time to dress her also took the opportunity to fix her hair with several pieces of her dark hair down framing her face.

"What the hell am I wearing? Oh, I hate this. Why do I look like a Wild West brothel worker and how would that explain this outfit?" Joanie asked herself.

But before Joanie could ponder any longer, Smithy sat on the bed in one fluid motion. He was also wearing new clothes. And to Joanie's disgust, his shirt and pants were made of white silk thus matching her own attire.

Seeing him walking towards her, Joanie screamed, realizing that her time had come. As he gazed at her, Smithy's piercing blue eyes lit with excitement at Joanie and gazed at her with a certain hungry look in his eyes before advancing towards her. He smirked to himself wholly enjoying the pain and suffering he was inflicting upon to the helpless girl on the bed.

"Hey there, Cutie Pie. I'm glad to see you're awake. Win must've hogged you before I did. Now if you'd be so kind as to let me near you." Smithy said as he decided to kiss her passionatly.

"What's with this Western brothel worker outfit? Why am I wearing this?" Joanie, who was still tied to the bed, asked.

"Don't worry, Cutie Pie. As for now, I wanna teach you the Song of the Southerner." said Smithy and with that, he pulled the blanket off Joanie, lay on top of her and pulled the blanket over them again.

"Oh my god." Joanie whispered as a state of shock stole over her.

"Look at me, I feel like I wanna take you and turn your life over to your uncle, the Candy Man." Smithy told her.

Take me? Turn my life over to MY UNCLE? He can't be serious, thought Joanie. What am I gonna do? CHACHI, where the hell are you? DAMN!

Smithy leered at Joanie's terror stricken face and without warning, lay on top of her between her spread legs. She began kicking and screaming though it was of no help with her being tied down so tightly. Smithy ran both his slender hands up her ankle length silk skirt and moved his hands all the way up to her hips revealing her legs before pulling it down to her ankles and pulling the top up.

This girl just keeps gettin' better and better. Smithy thought to himself while licking his his lips taking the time to truly appreciate the beauty of the girl's legs before him now exposed to him but still under the blanket as she heard the rustling of clothing.

Despite being in his mid to late twenties, Smithy himself was proud that he had maintained a rather skinny body and felt that he was ready to begin kissing poor Joanie until he heard Chachi's voice in the cell next door.

Without listening to Chachi, he leaned down over Joanie allowing his tall scrawny frame to rest of her small body, his hands grasping her rocking hips holding her down forcefully.

Smithy took his time to adjust himself over her body and stared her straight in the eyes silently conveying the message that there was no escape from this fate.

"I'll really enjoy this, Cutie Pie. It'll be a pleasure to take your innocence away and then crush you, you cute little flower." he said and with that, he licked Joanie passionatly with the very tip of his tongue along her cheekbone before kissing her like Chachi often did as she tried to pull away in disgust. His hands wasted no time as he reached down to her knees and then slowly felt his way upwards from her thighs to her stomach and finally to her bosoms. He grabbed them both in haste kneading them with intense pressure.

Finally, Smithy let her to take a much needed breath as tears made tracks down her cheeks. Joanie continued stuggling against her bonds but none of her attempts to harm her captor or escape were working.

"Joanie, don't give into that Southern guy," Chachi's voice told her. "He's just using you like that other guy did."

"Okay, Chach," Joanie told Chachi as Smithy got off her. "You can let me go and get off me, you pig."

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 6- To The Rescue

"Come on, Ralph," Richie goraned as soon as he and Ralph were in the lab on Tracy Island. "Tell us who those guys are!"

Ralph had seen what Buck was doing to Chachi and then saw first Win and then Smithy do the same sort of thing to Joanie.

"Ralph, are you alright?" Howard asked as he arrived in the lab.

"I've been better," Ralph grunted. "I've found your jerks, Rich!"

"Whoa, that guy with Chachi's Jonathan 'Buck' Masterson-Thomas, the big guy on Joanie is Toby J. 'Win' Beckett and the skinny guy's Harold 'Smithy' Smith. Weird, huh?" Potsie said as he saw the three men's criminal profiles on screen.

"I think it is," Marion said as she arrived. "One of them's got a thing for violating people of both genders and the other two do that to women only."

As soon as heard what Buck was going to Chachi, Howard passed out. After a while, Marion got him out of the lab.

"If those two do what I think they're doing to my baby again, I hope they get done for." Marion said.

Potsie looked thoughtful then a familiar scowl, the Tracy scowl as Howard called it, appeared on his face.

"Those sons of Jackals! Wait till I get my hands on 'em!" Potsie growled.

"We've gotta get Chachi, Joanie, Gina and Al back," Richie said. "I swear to God if those goons violate Joanie again, they're going down!"

"If that's the case, then we need the help of International Rescue's #1 Chicago agent," Potsie said. "I know where Hal McKenzie is, he knows where those morons are and we could get them back."

"But aren't you friends with Hal, Pots?" Ralph asked.

"Ralph, you know the answer to that. Me and Hal've been friends since we were at Yale together. But when I saved his butt, Dad invited him to join International Rescue." Potsie said.

"What are we gonna do?" Richie asked his second oldest brother cooly.

Potsie looked surprised and said "I've got a plan. Why, don't you guys trust Hal?"

"Oh no, no, no, we trust him," Richie said, taken aback. "So, um, what do we do?"

"Well, we could go to Hal's pad in Chicago and ask him to help us stop the gangsters. Is that suitable?" Potsie asked.

Ralph and Richie looked at each other. "Well, okay," Ralph said as Howard arrived back in the lab. "Let's go now."

So Howard, Potsie, Ralph and Richie went to Fonziebirds 1 & 2 and Howard told 21 year old Arthur John a.k.a 'Fonzie' everything.

"So, do you think Fonziebirds 1 & 2'll be safe?" Fonzie asked his father.

"Yeah, they should be. I've locked the doors. They should be fine." Howard answered.

They arrived in Chicago and Hal McKenzie, Potsie's pal from Yale University, walked over to a Pink Cadillac car, reached into his pocket and took out some keys and unlocked the driver's door. He got inside.

"Get in." Hal said.

Howard and his sons opened the doors and got inside. Hal started the car and drove off to the Candy Man's hideout.

At the hideout, Smithy was on top of Joanie as he had finished kissing her, grinning. He had stayed with her after Win left and pretty soon, he would have gotten his hands on Chachi like Buck had just done.

Smithy looked at Joanie as he untied her from the bed and Win showed up.

"Hey, how you feelin', Girly?" Win said, his tone smug.

"Oh, I'm just great," Joanie said sarcastically. "Lemme go, you pigs!"

"That's what you think, Girly," Win told her as he put one hand under her chin and lifted her head up to look at her face. "No, we ain't gonna let you go. You see, when then International Rescue find you kids, we still won't let you go. I'm gonna be taking you with me!"

"No you won't," Joanie said. "I don't want your gross dirty hands on me!"

"You'd better watch what you say 'cause if you continue being rude to us," Smithy said. He got himself dressed at the same time as Joanie, put his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out his handgun, cocking back the hammer. "Then I'm afraid International Rescue ain't gonna leave this place alive, Cutie Pie."

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 7- Saved--Or Maybe Not

Potsie, Hal, Ralph and Richie snuck into Hal Capone's hideout as soon as a couple of Capone men, Arnold Eastaneager and Sugar Ray Lewis, went to see their boss. The four young International Resuce agents decided to follow them.

As Arnold knocked on the door, Capone opened it. When he swore he saw International Rescue, his jaw dropped open.

"What the? Oh my god! If Da Screws find der pals, dey're in trouble!" Capone announced until he saw Hal with three of the five Tracy brothers.

Both Arnold and Sugar Ray stepped inside their boss's office and sat on the couch as Capone sat at his desk. As soon as watching too many gangster movies came to him, Potsie lead the way to find Chachi and the others.

"But, Boss," Arnold said. "You did saw Da Screws and dey were gonna find dat geek and dose kids."

While Capone and two of his men were still talking, Potsie, Ralph and Richie went into the cell while Hal went into the bedroom trying to look for Chachi, Joanie, Gina and Al.

"Where do you think they can be, Potsie?" Richie asked.

"I'm not sure," Potsie replied. "We've heard that that Buck did did something gross to Chachi in this cell while those Doofus Van Goofuses did the same to Joanie."

"I'm in here!" Chachi's voice said.

"Who said that?" Ralph asked.

"Chachi did, Ralph!" Al's voice said. It appeared to be coming from the cell as Joanie and Hal came out of the bedroom.

Potsie opened the cell door and Chachi and Gina were there, huddled beside Al.

"Joanie," Chachi said as stood up, ran to Joanie, who was back in her usual pink blouse, blue rolled up jeans, white socks and brown loafers, and kissed her. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Let's just get out of here." Joanie said.

As soon as they were due to leave, the International Resuce agents heard Smithy's voice.

"Could you wait a minute, Boss," the Southerner told Capone. "I gotta get something from the bedroom."

Hal and Potsie had followed Arnold and Sugar Ray while Al, Ralph, Chachi, Richie, Joanie and Gina had decided to follow them too. Before they could do anything, Smithy opened the bedroom door and saw that Joanie was gone and a frown formed on his face. As soon as they went into the bedroom, Smithy saw them and they were caught.

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 8- Potsie & Hal Kick Butt

Potsie and Hal crept behind Smithy and Win as soon as Buck asked them about their encounter with Hal although those goons now felt like confused Nomads gathered in a single second. They both found Arnold and Sugar Ray standing outside the cell with Al, Gina, Joanie, Chachi, Richie and Ralph all tied up inside trying to find out what was happening around them but confusion only spreaded as the criminals all started arguing.

"Hal, follow me!" Potsie yelled to his friend as they made their way to the cell where Potsie's teammates were trembling on the ground writhing in pain against both their restraints and the escalating terror of the past few minutes.

Potsie quickly cut loose the ropes tied around Ralph first, then Richie, Al, Joanie and Gina and Chachi last of all and picked them off the ground. "Okay, Hal, let's make a path!" Potsie yelled over Ralph's shoulder to Hal who was dealing with a few of the criminals.

Hal quickly began kicking some bad guy butt. They tried to jump the dark haired young man dressed all in black blindly attacking them as he easily dealt with them rendering them unconscious with hand to hand combat moves and then push their bodies from their path to make is easier for Potsie to get out of the cell with Al, Ralph and Richie.

"Pots?" Ralph asked as he opened his eyes and focused on the blurry man in front of him.

"Yeah, guys, it's me. I'm getting you out of here. Don't worry." Potsie said.

"Thanks, Potsie," Richie said. "But we gotta go back, you have to get Joanie before that Southern guy takes her."

Hal looked over his shoulder towards the front of the room hoping to catch a fleeting glance of Chachi and Joanie and silently prayed that they would both make it out and soon.

"WHAT?" Smithy yelled tearing his face from Joanie's eyes and looking towards the cell door when Chachi stood in front of him. Chachi took off at a run around the right side of the room, having for a split second seen Joanie with Smithy trying to kiss her again. His blood instantly boiled as his heart began pounding with anger.

Smithy suddenly buried his face in Joanie's chest trying to stand up though he was still holding her to him and instantly thrusted his gun into the side of her neck just as Chachi tried to grab her but Win grabbed him.

Smithy stared at Chachi a smirk quickly overtaking his face but Chachi approached him menacingly and yelled "Get off her, Dog face."

Smithy handed his handgun to Buck as he and Win decided to kick Chachi's butt like hell and as Buck put the gun to Joanie's head, a seriously injured Chachi stood there in shock.

"Don't move, dear boy or your girlfriend, as these idiots say, gets it." Buck told Chachi as he quickly pushed the gun at her neck.

Chachi tensed as he saw the gun press into Joanie's neck. His blood was now coursing rapidly through his veins urging him to stop Buck from hurting Joanie the way Win and Smithy brutally attacked him but all he wanted to do right now was break Buck's neck but knowing that was not an option because he could shoot Joanie before he even got to him.

As soon as Chachi finally broke free from Win and Smithy, he attacked Buck and they were both kicking and throwing punches as they tried to remain on top of the other but soon Chachi was able to get the upper hand as he twisted Buck's arm awkwardly causing him to drop the gun and Joanie.

"Chach, is that you?" Joanie asked as she saw him and he greatly accepted the chance to grab her away from the two men though he cannot keep his mind off the fact that that was the first time he had seen Joanie's cleavege.

"Yeah, Blue Eyes, it's me." Chachi answered as he leaned closer to her face and affectionately places the lightest kiss upon her tear stained check.

Richie started to help Chachi drag Joanie out of the hideout thanking God she was alive and safe but upon noticing Chachi's reluctance to pass her to him stopped and instead grabbed Chachi's shoulder squeezing it affectionately and began to lead him to towards Fonziebird 2 smiling at him with thanks and admiration in his eyes.

[Race's Girl]

Chapter 9- The After Rescue Party

That evening on Tracy Island, Howard, Al, Marion, Joanie, Gina, Hal and all five Tracy brothers were present. Marion was preparing dinner while the others were watching American Bandstand on TV.

"And now presenting Leather Tuscadero and the Suedes!" said the presnter Dick Clark.

"Leather??" Chachi and Richie asked excitely.

"Thanks, everyone, this is a song I wrote." said Leather who was the lead vocalist and bass player.

Well, you call your mamma tiger
And we all know you ain't lying
And your boyfriend's name is eagle
And he lives up in the sky, (high high)
Watch out the tiger don't go claw the eagle's eye
But let the eagle take the tiger by surprise,
Scratch out her eyes

So make a stand for your man, honey,
Try to can the can,
Put your man in the can, honey,
Get him while you can,
Can the can,
Can the can,
If you can,
Well, can the can

Well, your sister's got the feline touch, she touches up your mind
And your eagle lover likes his little bit of evil loving all the time,
Don't let the cat get into the eagle's nest at night
Because the eagle could say yes without a fight,
Scratch out her eyes

So make a stand for your man, honey,
Try to can the can,
Put your man in the can, honey,
Get him while you can,
Can the can,
Can the can,
If you can,
Well, can the can

Ooh, can the can, (Can the can, honey)
Ooh, can the can, (Can the can, honey)
Uh uh, can the can, (Can the can, honey)
Ooh, can the can, (Can the can, honey),
Ooh, can the can, (Can the can, honey)
Ooh, can the can, (Can the can, honey)
AAAAH!
Honey, honey,
Honey, honey, honey,
Make a stand for your man, honey,
Try to can the can,
Put your man in the can, honey,
Get him while you can,
Can the can,
Can the can,
If you can
Wow

Make a stand for your man, honey,
Try to can the can,
Put your man in the can, honey,
Get him while you can,
Can the can,
Can the can,
If you can,
AAh,
Make a stand for your man

The song ended and Leather and her band left the stage.

During dinner, Potsie and Hal were talking about the time they went backstage to see Leather and the Suedes in concert while Ralph was humming the song 'Can The Can'.

"Hi, Hal, it's been a long time since we saw you." Al said as he looked at Hal who was sitting next to Potsie.

"Nice to see you again, Prof Delvecchio." Hal answered.

"Me, Joanie, Al and Gina wanna thank you guys for saving our butts." Chachi said as he, Joanie and Gina looked at Potsie, Ralph and Richie.

"The only thing I can say about that was you kicked that Buck guy's butt before he could shoot Joanie, Chach." Richie said as he was humming 'Can The Can' thanks to Ralph.

"And the guns those goons thought they lost?" Gina asked as she chuckled.

"I guess we can keep em as souvenirs, Gina!" Ralph answered.

"Well, I better get back to Chicago," said Hal after dinner as soon as he was due to leave. "I'll see you guys soon."

"Bye, Hal!!!!" Potsie, Ralph, Richie and Chachi all said as soon as they saw Howard flying Hal back to Chicago in Tracy 1.

"Looks like someone had a good evening." Marion said.

"Hey, Marion, are you okay?" Fonzie asked.

"I'm fine, Arthur. Why, is something wrong?" Marion asked.

"No, not really." Fonzie replied.

"Thank God for that." Potsie said chuckling as he went to his bedroom.

A few minutes later, Potsie entered his room and put his sweater on the bed. Suddenly, his wallphone rang. He answered it and Hal appeared on the small screen.

"So, Pots. When are you gonna go shopping with me?" Hal asked.

"I'll be there on Friday afternoon!" Potsie answered with a smile.

Potsie tured his wallphone off, turned his TV on and decided to watch Sick Sad World.

THE END