They backed off and Fox quickly took Falco out of the kitchen. He smiled to the bird and kissed him on the cheek, both turning and running down the hall for the Arwings. Falco took the pilot’s seat of Fox’s Arwing and Fox climbed in on his lap. He turned to see the two chasing down the hallway with their blasters out and Falco took off just as they opened fire.


Fox rested his head on Falco’s chest and licked happily, nuzzling under the bird’s beak. “Thank you, Falco…I don’t know how to repay you.” Fox said, looking up at the bird.


Falco smiled and rubbed Fox’s side. “It’s no problem, Foxy…besides, if anyone’s gonna eat you, it’s gonna be me!” he grinned, biting Fox’s ear.