SWAT KATS EPISODE WHAT IF ENDINGS

Author's Note: It came to me while I was drifting on the computer after doing a blitz of chapters for some of my existing stories, that it might be cool to do what Glass Wolf has already done, write little short pieces based on the episodes of the show. What if endings. Don't know if I can pull it off but thought it might be worth a try. So here are my attempts to do this. I'll be using the title of each episode. Let me know what you think and suggestions are always welcome. So are reviews!

The Pastmaster Always Rings Twice

"How's it going buddy?" Chance asked as he approached the jet turntable a day after their adventure in the past.

A tired sigh came from the rear of the Turbokat and a dirty, grease covered, Jake appeared.

"Clearing out all the residue left over from that volcanic gas took a lot of time, Chance. Every part had to be cleaned up. Now that's done, I have to reset up the fuel tanks to take jet fuel again." He grimaced.

The tabby shook his head. "Give it a rest, Jake. You're tired. I've finished our intake for the day and locked up the garage. Let's eat and get some shuteye. I'll give you a paw tomorrow." Chance coaxed.

"Yeah, okay." Jake sighed as he wiped off his paws as best he could and followed his partner up the ladder to their apartment.

At city hall, Mayor Manx was waving a piece of paper in Callie's face and yelling.

"This is an outrage! How can it cost that much to repair my office and get that arrow out of the clock tower?" He shouted, red with anger.

Callie sighed. "That is the most reasonable contractor I could find Mayor. As for the arrow in the clock, no one would do it except one." She explained.

"We should have the SWAT Kats remove it. After all, there are the one who shot it." Manx grumbled furiously.

Frowning in annoyance, Callie retorted, "If they hadn't done what they did, you wouldn't have an office to return to Mayor."

"That's beside the point, Callie!" The Mayor huffed as he dropped the bill on his Deputy Mayor's desk and stalked back into his office.

Callie just snorted and picked up the bill. 'It was worth it! He wouldn't have cared for the dark ages. No precious golf course there.' She thought privately with a smirk.

Feral was finally finishing the report on the incident with the Pastmaster then came across a new piece of paper on his desk that hadn't been there earlier. He looked it over and by the time he'd finished it he could barely restrain himself from crushing the note into a ball.

It was a bill for the damages done to city hall by his chopper when he tried to stop that little gnome but was too late because the Mayor wouldn't allow him to attack city hall earlier, though, privately, he wasn't certain it would have made any difference, still.......

"That pompous ass has a lot of gall to charge me for his mistake!" He hissed aloud.

It was bad enough he had to find a way to replace the chopper with his non-existent budget but to be billed for doing his job.....uh..uh.....no way. He would take it to his legal department and let them fight city hall about it. If he took it back, he might he reprimanded for what he would say to that fat toady. The reprimand wouldn't matter to him since there was no one standing in line for his job except that idiot Steele but he didn't need the headache. Of which he still had from the crash in the first place.

He groaned as he tossed the bill into his to do basket and got up. He hissed as pain in his back and shoulder protested.

"Kat's Alive! I'm getting too old for all this. My body's a patchwork of bruises....again. Time to go to the hot tub downstairs in the gym." He rumbled to himself as he closed his office and left for the day.