Match 21119 Riff-Raff (Heathcliff) vs. Fat Cat (Rescue Rangers)

[JohnnyChany]

 

 

Fat Cat sat perched on a fire escape, his beady eyes grew in size as he observed the glittering jewelry store across the street. It was late afternoon, and the sunlight gleamed off the display cases inside and teasing him with promises of riches. 

“Soon, those shiny baubles will be mine,” he purred.

But as he shifted his gaze, something unexpected caught his attention. Across the street, through the window of a music store, a graceful white feline walked elegantly through the establishment. She hummed a soft tune, completely oblivious to her admirer. Fat Cat’s eyes widened even further, and he leaned forward. He nearly lost his balance. 

“Who is this vision of elegance?” he wondered. “Such poise, such beauty. She must be mine!”

Inside the music store, Cleo turned toward the window and noticed the rotund figure of Fat Cat staring at her. She gave a polite but puzzled wave before stepping away from view.

Fat Cat’s heart raced. “She noticed me! Excellent. Now, to make my move.” 

He hurried down the fire escape and strutted toward the music store, his confidence bolstered by his self-proclaimed charm.

Cleo had just finished tidying up her living spaces, and Fat Cat sauntered in. His henchmen, Wart the lizard, Mole the mole, Mepps the alley cat, and Snout the rat, peeked in from the alley, watching their boss with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

“Ah, my dear,” Fat Cat began with an extravagant bow. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fat Cat, a connoisseur of fine things and… refined company.”

Cleo raised an eyebrow. “Uh, nice to meet you? The name is Cleo. Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, indeed you can,” said Fat Cat. “A feline of your grace and charm deserves far more than this modest establishment. Imagine a life by my side. luxury, power, and admiration from all who behold you.”

Cleo chuckled. She shook her head. “That’s a sweet offer. But I enjoy my life and I’m already spoken for.”

Fat Cat’s expression faltered. “Spoken for? By whom, may I ask?”

“Riff-Raff,” Cleo replied. A fond smile spread across her face. “He’s the leader of the Catillac Cats.”

Fat Cat’s whiskers twitched with irritation. “Riff Raff? Hmph. We’ll see about that.” He turned on his heel and strutted out, muttering under his breath, “No one denies Fat Cat.”

Back at his hideout in the Happy Tom Cat Food Company, Fat Cat paced while his henchmen looked on nervously.

“Boys!” Fat Cat announced. “I have a task for you. I want you to follow Cleo and find out everything about this… Riff Raff. I need to know what kind of competition I am dealing with.”

The four henchmen exchanged uneasy glances before nodding. 

“You got it, boss,” Wart said with a salute.

Later, Cleo made her way to the junkyard, unaware that she was being tailed. She greeted Riff Raff and the Cadillac Cats—Hector, Wordsworth, and Mungo—with a warm smile.

“Hey, Cleo!” said Riff-Raff.  His usual cocky grin faded when he saw her worried expression. “What’s up?”

“I had a strange encounter today,” Cleo began. She described her meeting with Fat Cat. Her voice filled with unease when she reached the part of how badly he took her rejection.

Wordsworth’s eyes widened. “Fat Cat’s a name that spells trouble, double! He’s mean, the worst you’ve ever seen!”

Riff-Raff gripped his walking staff tightly. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him. He’s bad news. He’s involved in the underworld. Cleo, maybe you should stay here tonight.”

Cleo shook her head. “I’ll be fine at the music store. But maybe you guys could walk me home?”

The Catillac Cats agreed and escorted her back to the music store that night. After they left, Fat Cat’s goons emerged from the shadows.

Wart stepped forward and sneered. “Riff-Raff! Fat Cat says to back off Cleo if you know what’s good for you.”

Riff Raff did not back down. “You can tell Fat Cat I’m not scared of him. Cleo’s with me, and that’s not changing.”

“Your funeral,” Mepps shot back.

The goons retreated into the night. 

The next few days went on without incident. Not only did Riff Raff ignore the intimidation tactic, he and the other Catillac Cats visited the music store more often to show support and give Cleo peace of mind.

Back at his hideout, Fat Cat listened as his henchmen reported their failure. 

“Riff-Raff wouldn’t budge,” said Snout. “He’s not backing off.”

“Who does this Riff-Raff think he is?”

Unaware of the rhetorical nature of the question, Mole answered in earnest. “The leader of his own crew. The Catillac Cats, they live in the junkyard.”

Fat Cat gagged. “A junkyard? How disgusting.”

“I could have ended up there someday with them if you hadn’t found me, boss,” stated Mepps. "I'm so lucky."

This statement sparked an idea in Fat Cat’s head and a sinister grin started to form on his face.

“You want us to capture Riff-Raff so we can put him in one of our death traps to scare him,” Wart suggested. “Send a message.”

“Tempting, but no. I’ve got a better idea,” replied Fat Cat. “We go to their pathetic home and trash it more than it already is.”

Snout was astonished. “You’re going to come with us? You never come with us.”

“Yes, because I’m going to be recruiting. I will turn Riff-Raff’s gang against him and leave him with nothing. I’ll show them what they are missing living in that filthy junkyard. Then my gang will grow even larger. Imagine the territory I can control, the heists I can plan with even more underlings under my thumb.” Fat Cat laughed. “It will make all of this worthwhile.”

The next morning, Cleo hurried to the junkyard. “Riff-Raff! Fat Cat’s gang is coming for you guys! One of his stooges told me I had one more chance to take up Fat Cat’s offer or they were going to trash your hideout.”

Riff-Raff’s ears perked up. “Good thing we’ve got a few surprises ready for anyone who tries to come in on our turf.” He called for Wordsworth, Hector, and Mongo. “Alright guys, the day that we have been prepping for has come. I need you guys to prepare every booby trap we’ve got.”

“Ok, can do,” Mungo said with a smile. He hesitated. “Wait, which traps are those? I can’t remember.”

“Remove that confusion from your face, and come with me ace,” said Wordsworth. “I’ll show you everything we’ve put in place.”

Cleo pulled Riff-Raff aside. “Maybe you should try talking to his gang.”

“Huh?”

“When I’ve talked to members of his gang, it doesn’t seem like they like him very much. I think they are just scared of him. He’s not the leader you are. You may sometimes take Hector, Wordsworth, and Mungo for granted. And you may sometimes make them do all the work…”

Hector, nearby, snorted as he tied a rope together. “All the time.”

Cleo rolled her eyes. “But, it’s clear you all care for one another. And I think Fat Cat’s goons may be looking for a leader like that, even if they don’t know it.”

Riff-Raff considered her words.

As the sun set, Fat Cat and his gang arrived at the junkyard. Fat Cat stepped forward with a smug grin. “Riff Raff! Come out and face me like a real cat.”

Riff-Raff emerged from behind a stack of tires flanked by his friends. “This is our turf, Fat Cat. You’re not welcome here.”

Fat Cat’s grin turned predatory. “We’ll see about that.”

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Riff-Raff (Heathcliff)
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Fat Cat (Rescue Rangers)
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[leroypowell3]

I've been singing the Heathcliff song all week!

I even thought of this match!