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Chip and Dale just sat there for the next few minutes, staring into each other's eyes. Monterrey, Gadget and Zipper sat around the living room, keeping an ear on their room. None of them said a word. Chip reached out a paw and wiped a tear from Dale's cheek. She blushed at his touch, and shied away. Dale's eyes looked down, and her face turned beet red she was immediately reminded of her current state- Bare naked- save for only a blanket, and two centimeters away from the male she was currently hot for! She squeaked as she pushed herself back into the wall, wrapping the blanket around herself. It was at this point Chip realized what just happened. He jumped back and covered his eyes, looking away.

"S-sorry," he said. I- I didn't mean..."

"It's okay, Chip," Dale said as she stood up- holding the blanket to herself. "Just don't peek!"

The idea, and opportunity made Chip jump, though managing to keep his paw over his eyes. "Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."

Dale made her way over to her bed, making sure to pass right past Chip. She blushed as she brushed her hip against his- she couldn't believe she just did that. She knew Dale would get a quick whiff of her heat scent. She was right. Chip took one soft sniff and gasped. He didn't know what it was. All he knew was that he LIKED it- in a way he didn't think he should. Dale heard Chip and stifled a giggled as looked back at him. She walked over to her bed and saw her red Hawaiian shirt, but its buttons were all popped off. Thanks to Gadget, she remembered. She looked up and back at Chip.

"Remember," Dale reminded Chip. "No peeking."

"Y-yeah," Chip answered. "I know!"

With that, Dale let her cover fall to her paws. She stepped into her panties, and put on her bra. She reached over and grabbed her bathrobe. It's a good thing I always hang this thing right next to the bed, she thought to herself as she put on.

"Okay," Dale said, tying the waist straps around herself. "You can look now."

Chip breathed a sigh of releif as he lowered her paw and looked back. His eyes widened at what he saw- a gorgeous babe of a chipmunk, clad in a bathrobe walked towards him. Her hair, now back length, flowed down her back, and her hips had a slight sway to them. Deep within his mind, he felt his little angel yelling in his ear-

"That's Dale! Your best friend since you were small. She's like a sister to you!"

Unfortunately, the little Devil in him shoved Angel Chip aside. "Forget that," he said. "Look at her! She's H-O-T: Sah-moke-in! Go for it dude!"

"Hush, Id," Chip's angel said to Chip's devil, having managed to regain his ground, then back to Chip. "Don't do it, Chip! It's wrong! You'll ruin everything between you two!"

"Shut up, S.E.," Id countered. "All you Super Egos are the same!" He looked up and cupped his paws around his mouth, and shouted in his ear. "Go for it, man! She's totally into you! DO IT!!"

Just as SE and Id were about to get into it, a soft voice stopped them.

"Chip," Dale said.

"Um, yes, Dale," Chip answered, still taken aback by his new found view of Dale.

"We... need to talk," Dale said, as she put a paw on the door way. "All of us."

"Sure," Chip complied as he followed her out of the room.

"We'll continue this later," Id and S.E. said to each other as they disappeared in a puff of smoke.

When Dale walked out into the room, she saw her friends sitting around, pretending to be preoccupied with something else. She just folded her arms and smiled. She realized she wasn't the brightest bulb among them, but she knew they were listening in on them. Her smiled disappeared when she reminded herself what she wanted to talk about. She let out a deep sigh and walked over to them, Chip close behind her. Gadget watched her as she made her way around the loveseat and took a seat- she knew what this was about.

"You said you wanted to talk to us, Dale," Monterrey asked.

"Yeah," Dale nodded. She looked at Chip on one side and the rest of her friends on the other, then hung her head. "I don't want to look for Nimnul, anymore," she said. "I'm done."

Chip, Zipper, and Monterrey gasped at that. Did they hear that right? Just let Nimnul go?

"But Dale," Chip started. "You said-"

"I know what I said Chip," Dale said. "But I'm offically done with him. I mean, I almost died dealing with him- TWICE!!" She shrank back into her seat, hugging herself as the memories came flooding back.

Chip cringed. She was right; she did almost die twice, and both times could have been prevented if he were quicker, or better yet- never left her to begin with.

"Dale," Monterrey said, trying his luck. "You're a Rescue Ranger- we all are! We've all had our shares of close calls before."

"Not like this, Monty," Dale responded, shaking her head. "Not like this."

Monterrey opened his mouth to make another point but Gadget shushed him. He looked at Gadget, surprised and confused. "G-Gadget?"

"Give it up, guys," the blonde mouse said. "She doesn't want to go after him, anymore. I don't think it'd be right to fore her into something she doesn't want to do."

Before he knew it, Chip leaned in and put a paw on Dale's shoulders. "That's right, Gadget. If she feels this strongly about this."

"I-I do," Dale quietly confirmed.

"Then she sholdn't have to go," Chip continued, with a subtle, yet strong conviction in his voice.

Monterrey nodded slowly. "Okay," he said. "As of today, the Rescue Rangers are done searching for that bloke." Zipper nodded his agreement.

Dale sighed as if a great load was suddenly lifted of her chest, and leaned over on Chip. "Thank you, everyone!"

"But you know," Monterrey pointed out. "If we give up on Nimnul, that means you'll never get changed back."

"I know," Dale nodded. 'Sides. "If it'll be anything like before, I think I'll pass. "

Everyone cringed, imagining what Dale went through. They understood Dale's po sition on the subject. Everyone sat there, unsure of what to say

"Well, What are we going to do now," Dale asked, after the long pause.

"Well, I can think of something I've always wanted to do," Gadget said, said standing up.

"Oh," Monterrey asked. "And what's that, love?"

"It's a surprise," Gadget answered with a mischievous glint in her eye. "And you'll find out later, but for right now, Dale's coming with me!"

With that, she grabbed Dale's paws and whisked her out of the room, and closing the door behind her. Before the boys could respond to this, Gadget walked back in holding Dale's robe; she had a blushing smile on her face as she hurried into Chip and Dale's room and quickly emerged holding one of Dale's signature shirts and skirt. She quickly made her way out the door, closing it behind her. Chip blushed profusely as he looked wide eyed at Gadget the whole time, realizing what that meant. He had no idea Gadget had that side to her. Neither did Monterrey.

Outside, Gadget scurried over the the ranger wing. She smiled as she saw the top of Dale's coiff poking out from behind the front seat. When she walked up to the Ranger Wing, she could see Dale curled into the a ball on the floor, trying to keep out of sight.

"The coast's clear Dale," Gadget said just loud enough for Dale to hear.

Dale's ear twitched as she stood up, showing Gadget her now bare form with the door covering her right at her hips- making sure to keep her chest covered..

"Did you have to take my undies, too," She asked as she extended in arm for her clothes.

"Sorry Dale," Gadget smiled as she handed Dale her clothes- sans her underwear. "But I had to, especially where we're going. You'll see. But there's something I've always wanted to do, but never had the chance."

"What's that," Dale asked as she put on her skirt and shirt, trusting Gadget's dressing advice. Gadget signaled for Dale to lean in so she could whisper in her ear. Dale's eyes widened and a slight blush crept over her face as Gadget answered her question. Dale looked at Gadget, who simply nodded and blushed. "And you want me to do it with you," Dale asked.

Gadget's eyes shone with glee. 'Would you," she asked. Dale sighed, unable to bring herself to say no.

Within a minute, The Ranger Wing was already on it's way. Dale was seated in the front seat, dressed in only her fur. She couldn't believe she was doing this. As if to convince herself that this was real, she looked over at Gadget, who was driving, and saw that this was actually happening- Gadget was wearing only her goggles. The rest of her was covered by only her fur. Though her goggles were hiding her eyes, it was clear from the look on her face she was enjoying herself very much. There was something else that got Dale- while her clothes were tucked way safely, Gadget's had been left haphazardly and had been blown away.

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Dale said, starting to relax to the feel of the wind in her fur.

"I know, right," Gadget smiled. "I've always dreamed about doing this, but never had another girl to fly with me."

"Why'd you need a girl to fly with?"

"Moral support."

"Uh..." Dale responded.

"And I'm still in heat," Dale, Gadget continued. "We both are. Do you have any idea how often I just wanted to chuck that suit and feel the cool breeze? Especially in the Summer? But, now I finally had a chance."

"Gadget," Dale asked. "Do you have a... thing for this sort of thing?"

Gadget paused and thought. "I guess I do, Dale."

Well, I did ask, Dale told herself. "So," she asked. "Where ARE we going?"

"We're going to us a couple of dresses," Gadget answered. "I thought we could use a day off from Ranger Duty."

"But why the Dresses," Dale asked, having gotten used to the wind in her fur. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Gadget answered. "Oh, We're here."

With that, Gadget landed the Ranger Wing in a back alley behind a several story department store. Dale looked at Gadget wide eyed as she climbed out. She was still naked! She reached down and scurried into her own clothes, and ran after Gadget.

"Gadget," she gasped. "What are you doing!? I know things slip your mind, Gadget. But this is too much!!"

Gadget looked back at Dale and smiled. "It's okay Dale. This is where I got my jumpsuits," she said. "And the girl who designed it said if I ever lost one, or outgrew the ones I had, to come back here."

"Gadget," Dale said. "I don't know about this..."

"Well, where did you and Chip get your dresses, When we Rescued Tammy," Gadget asked. "we could go there."

Dale faltered, looking away, and started to fidget with her fingers. "Uh," she replied, quietly. "I'd rather not say. But what will the girl say when she sees you walk in like... THIS!?" She gestured towards Gadget's lack of clothing.

"Oh," Gadget smiled, as she made her way to the door. "She'll just wonder why you're not wearing your fur. And besides, I'm wearing more than she is."

With that, Gadget pulled Dale inside. Before she was pulled in, Dale managed to catch the name painted above the door in big green letters with red edges. It read "BEETHOVEN'S". What a weird name for a clothing store, she thought to herself as she was led towards the elevator. She was glancing around the hall when she finally noticed the bellboy next to the elevator: a squirrel dressed in nothing but a red and green cylindrical hat- a male, HANDSOME squirrel dressed in nothing but a red and green cylindrical hat. She was so engrossed in him, she didn't see him press the call button. Naturally, Dale's eyes wandered down, and she instantly looked away, blushing. It was obvious that the squirrel liked what he was looking at. The Squirrel didn't say anything. He just tipped his hat and winked at them. Dale hurried into the elevator and Gadget pressed the button to the floor they were going to. When they arrived at their floor, Dale and Gadget stepped out and felt a very big chill. They must have been right real close the the air conditioning system. Getting over their first shivers saw several mice and other rodents scurrying about, and in the middle of them was the single voice commanding them all...

"Gadget," Dale asked quietly, but in a tone saying she'd had enough. "What's going on here?!"

"This is 'Beethoven's' personal studio, Dale," Gadget answered. "They call her 'Beethoven' because she can't enjoy the things she creates like the original Beethoven. But it's not her real name."

Now, Dale understood the name. "Oh," Dale nodded. "Is she, like blind, or something?"

"Or something," said the voice that was directing the rodents. "It's nice to see you again, Gadget. And who's this?"

Dale looked over at where the voice came from and froze in her tracks, her face resembling a deer caught in headlights. She was face to face with a sun tanned, tight skinned, cleanly shaved, and obviously female mouse! The only thing she had on her body were a pair of sleek executive style glasses, and a shiny, silky smooth red mane flowing down her back. Her green eyes seemed to radiate a warmth and calmness that helped Dale relax.

"Hi," Gadget waved at the naked and shaved Mouse. "This is Dale. And she's here for a new Dress. We both are, actually."

"And a jumpsuit," the mouse giggled, in the most calm and beautiful voice Dale had ever heard.

"And a jumpsuit, too," Gadget smiled. "And Dale, this is this place's designer and owner."

"Yep," the mouse smiled, extending a paw out to Dale. "I'm 'Beethoven'. But please. Call me Tami."

Meanwhile, Chip was sitting on Dale's Bunk, looking at the picture Dale was looking before. Looking at Dale now, it would so hard to believe that it was taken only a few months ago. He knew he should be happy for Dale having made her decision, but he had always held on the the tiny hope that they'd be able to find Nimnul and get everything back to normal. But now that hope was slashed.

I guess this is the new Normal for us, huh, he sighed, looking down at the picture. Looking back, it seemed as if it were only yesterday they wrestled each other over who got to sit next to Gadget. But now, everything he knew was upside down. Gadget, after everything he went through for her, was only into girls, and Dale WAS a girl. And she'd gotten closer to Gadget than he even dreamed possible. It only stood to reason that Monterrey would develop some weird allergy to cheese. He leaned back, laying the framed picture on the bed. A thought occurred to him. Dale was a girl, now; and she was planning on keeping it that way. His eyes widened as he ran this through his head. He had a female chipmunk sleeping in the same room as him.

What am I gonna do, he asked himself. He didn't want to leave Dale alone- not after she clung to him. And the last to times he did leave her alone, she got hurt. Hurt BAD! He couldn't let this happen. Not again. As he continued to think about it, he realized how much he enjoyed being around her. He slept happily and soundly to the soft sounds of Dale's breath. Even now, that Dale was gone, he could feel the room turn so empty. Her sight, her voice, even her scent. Ah, her scent. Chip closed his eyes and breathed deep through his nose, remembering its subtle fragrance. He let himself plop back on the bunk. But what did it matter anyway, Dale was obviously having some more "fun" with Gadget, anyway. Wait, he thought. What did it matter? It shouldn't matter to him that two of his limited female friends were intimate with each other. But for some odd reason it did to him- a lot. And it's not even Gadget he was upset over. It was- His eyes shot wide open, he shot straight up, then proceded to lean forward. Omigosh, he thought to himself. It's Dale. It was Dale he was upset over.

"But why would I care about what Dale does with a friend," he asked himself. "Unless..." Oh, no.... "Unless..." No, it couldn't be... "Unless..." Oh, no- he was... "I'm in love with her?" He could see his inner Devil flipping off Angel Chip.

Meanwhile, Dale had just finished buttoning up her shirt. She had to take off her shirt and skirt, to be properly measured, and fitted. Now that Tami had her measurements, it was time to focus on Gadget. Who was still wearing only her fur. She was standing with her legs apart and arms spread out. Tami went straight to work, taking the proper measurements, if only to update what she had on her, for her new jumpsuit and dress.

"So, what happened to this one," Tami asked as she she disappeared behind the racks of cloth, which were arranged in a weird kind of maze. Only her tail peeked out from over the racks, wiggling as its owner rummaged through her selection.

"I lost it," Gadget answered with a shy smile.

"On the way here," Tami asked, as her tail disappeared and was replaced by her head. "Do I even want to know?" Her tone of voice though quiet, betrayed a small hint of amusement.

"Maybe later," Gadget answered. "But There was something I meant to tell you."

"Sure," Tami answered. "What is it?"

"I absolutely love and appreciate the the suits you made for me," Gadget answered. "But they don't breath. And that gets really bad when I go into heat."

"Gadget," Dale gasped.

"It's okay," Tami smiled. "We're all girls here. Dale didn't say anything, but looked away blushing; she was right. But that's weird, Gadget."

"Well," Dale stepped in. "When she takes off her suit when she's... like this, it's like a wave just hits me."

Tami's brow furrowed as she thought about something. She snapped her fingers when the idea came to her. "I think I have just the thing," she said.

And like that, she was off. Dale watched in amazement as Tami scurried along the racks. The way she had them set up, it looked like she was swimming, but it also looked like the racks- fabric and all, were doing their best to cover their owner's shaven body.

"Where is it," she muttered to herself. "Where is it? Ah, here it is. BOYS!!"

As if on cue, two golden brown, well toned squirrels scurried in and over to Tami. They quickly bent down and rose with a bundle of drab gray fabric. They carried it in front of her, out of the maze of cloth racks and over to Gadget and Dale. They gently set it down and pulled some of it out. Dale and Gadget reached out to feel it, and gasped. It felt heavenly, warm, and soft, like touching a cloud on a mid-summer day. This would breath just fine.

"I can make you a new supply of suits," Gadget, Tami smiled as she walked up to them. And something for Dale, too.

"Really," Dale asked. "I- I wouldn't know what to ask for." But then something something occurred to her. She leaned in and whispered her idea into Tami's ear.

"Yeah, I can do that," she answered with a wink. "I'll get to work right away. I'll just need about a good thirty minutes." She snapped her fingers and the squirrels wound up the fabric and carried it into the back room. And what color did you want your dresses again?

Light blue, Dale answered.

And a deep purple for me, Tami, Gadget answered.

Right, Tami smiled as she followed her employees...

With that, taken care of, Gadget led Dale to the other reason they were there. Some make up, a mani/pedi, and to have their hair done. Since they weren't in any hurry, Gadget let herself and Dale relax, while the beauticians went to work. It was much like a mini spa. By the time they were done, the girls' nails were smoothly filed and beautifully polished and buffed. Their face fur was lighter and fluffy, almost giving off a radiant glow. They both had light touches of eye shadow, lipstick and mascara. Gadget's hair was just given a quick once over, since she'd taken such good care of it. But despite that, it shimmered and bounced like neither of them thought possible. Dale's was just as beautiful. She still managed to keep her coif, and her hair, almost as long as Gadget's by now, was given the same sheen, bounce and volume. A look at a nearby clock told them they were there for a good forty five minutes. Tami should have their dresses and outfits done by now. They thanked their beauticians and hurried back to Tami's clothe shop. They were greeted by the sight of Tami standing holding a sizable package. Behind her, her two squirrel workers ran held a single paw out. They each held a single hanger; the girls knew that one had to be the dress and the other- what Gadget had ordered. While Dale was anxious to see, Gadget had every faith in the young shaved mouse. She thanked Tami several times, as she and Dale each took a hanger.

"No peaking Dale," Gadget warned.

"Aww," Dale sighed, defeated. "Well, thank, anyway, Tami."

"Oh, it's no problem," Tami smiled as her workers packed their loads in a bag and handed them to Gadget and Dale took the box into her paws. "Come back any time," she called out at her leaving customers. One clothed, and the other wearing only the fur on her hide, both of which she envied.

Dale clasped her package to chest, with a blushing look of glee and anticipation. I hope Chip likes this, she thought to herself.

***

Gadget and Dale soon found themselves flying through the high city sky back to their headquarters. With the wind in their faces, they were glad they chose the simpler look easy to re-do. And thankfully, Gadget had decided to put on one of her new jumpsuits- she found that it breathed just fine, which was weird, since it felt like denim. On the way, Dale, unable to get Tami out of her head, sighed as she finally broke down.

"Gadget," she asked. "What was the deal with her? Tami. She held her business in the coldest part of the building and was shaved?!"

"Oh, golly," Gadget said, with a small frown. "Is that a tale. You see, Dale. There's this girl in Rhode Island. She was tricked, and blackmailed, into going naked all the time, saying she was a nudist. They did a whole lot of stuff to her, to make her break down and ask for clothes- a lot of sex stuff." Dale shuddered at the thought, something that Gadget noticed. "Yeah, she continued. As time went on, her body got more and more used to being naked. Well, one day, she found herself lost in the wild all the way across the country, and had to make her way back."

"Still naked," Dale asked.

"Still naked," Gadget answered, with a nod. "For some odd reason, no one would give her any clothes! When she got back, and everyone found out her secret, something weird happened." Dale leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity. "She became allergic to clothes," Gadget continued. "They say if she even tries to put on a sandal or a G-string, she goes into shock." Dale looked at Gadget, slackjawed. "As if it weren't bad enough," Gadget went on. "People say it's getting worse to the point that her own hair and warm temperatures do the same thing to her. And that brings us to Tami."

That's right, Dale said to herself. This was about Tami!

The doctors were trying to find a way to cure her, and used a lab mouse for the same experiments they did on the girl. Pretty soon, the exact same thing happened to her, too. She can't wear clothes, and she has to stay cold, or she goes into shock. They even named the mouse after her. But she managed to escape, miraculously made it here and into this building's AC vents.

"Poor, Tami," Dale sniffled.

"Yeah," Gadget sighed, thinking of all her company, her superb figure and successful life. "Poor Tami." She was forced into a life she didn't want because of some human she never even knew. It was almost ironic, or poetic that she be named after the person she was supposed to emulate and help- Tami Smithers, the unintentional nudist

***

The sun was setting when Dale and Gadget walked into the HQ. Dale's arms were wrapped around her package, and Gadget was weighted down with her bags. Boys, We're home! Dale called. Almost immediately, Chip was out of his room, clad in his tuxedo. His headfur was gelled and combed back ever so suavely. He had obviously surprised the girls getting all dressed up. The two chipmunks were soon standing face to face.

Dale had no idea how tall Chip was. Or maybe she got shorter- after the whole thing with Nimnul. But, here he was, standing tall and handsome right in front of her! Her eyes wandered around Chip, taking in every perfect detail: His dapper freshly pressed tuxedo, the tiny freshly picked flower resting on his lapel. He kept his shoulders up, and his chest puffed slightly. Then, her eyes moved up towards Chip's eyes, his big, deep, beautiful, coal black eyes- eyes that were looking directly into hers! She gasped as she realized this, and looked way blushing, she giggled uncontrollably despite herself. Gadget had to admit that the male chipmunk looked GOOOD- almost enough to turn her straight. But she was curious about one thing.

"Excuse me," she said, snapping Dale out of her thoughts. "Not that I'm complaining. But how'd you know to get all dressed up?"

"I didn't Gadget," Chip asnwered, still stealing peaks at Dale's newly done hair and fur. "Monterrey told me. He said that you had something planned and I should get all dressed up... and here I am."

"I hope you don't mind, Gadget, Love," Monterrey Jack said, adjusting his black bowtie; he was walking into the main room from his own dressed in the same tuxedo he wore when he and the gang rescued Tammy from Fat Cat. "But you forgot to mention it to him and I knew you had something planned."

"You did," Gadget asked. "How?"

"Your Father was the same way about planning our little outings," Monterrey smiled. "And as long as I've known you, the cheddar crumb hasn't fall far from the wedge."

"Aw," Gadget sighed, bittersweet tears welling in her eyes.

"He'd be real proud of ya," Gadget, Monterrey nodded. "I know I am."

"Thanks, Monty," Gadget sniffed.

Monterrey nodded as he walked over to where Zipper was. He was still nursing the wounds he took trying to protect Dale, who was taking this time to quickly lead Gadget into her room. Monterrey knew Zipper may not be up to a night of fun, but he knew he couldn't just leave him here by himself- not in his condition.

"You okay, Pally," he asked.

Zipper buzzed softly and nodded. That put Monterrey at ease, but he knew that he still needed time to rest. Zipper looked at Monterrey and smiled. He buzzed incoherently for a brief moment. To Monterrey, it translated to: "I know what you're thinking Monty. You go and have fun I'll hold down the fort."

Y:ou sure, now," Monterrey asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," Zipper buzzed with a smile. "You all go and have fun, without me. I'll be fine."

"Okay, Zipper," Monterrey sighed, leaving Zipper to rest. "If you say so."

Once alone, Zipper sat back, sighed, and smiled to himself. I guess I'm just not as young as I used to be...

***

Meanwhile, the Girls were quickly working on themselves. They were both in the fur, and still very much in heat- and seeing Chip all done up like that didn't help matters. They had already taken a quick shower in Gadget's private shower. It was all they could do to keep their paws clenched between their thighs as they took turns sitting in front of Gadget's vanity, each taking turns in doing each other's hair and make up. Dale was hot and worked up over seeing Chip like that, and Gadget was hot and worked up over Dale getting hot and worked up. Gadget took the first turn, and Dale had gotten used to the basics of fixing hair. Besides, Gadget needed the few minutes to calm down. Now it was Dale's turn. She couldn't keep her eyes on Gadget's work; she had them closed. Through the reflection on the mirror, Gadget noticed Dale's dreamy smile.

"Hey, now, Dale," Gadget teased. "You put Chip's clothes back on and open your eyes this instant."

"No," Dale responded with a mischievously cute smile. "Go away."

"Golly, Dale," Gadget said, as she finished. "You've really got it bad for him, don't you?"

"YEEESS," Dale moaned, letting some of her heat induced frustration, and tears, leak through. "I want him SO BAD, Gadget. But I don't know what to do. I just don't..." Her voice started to trail off.

"Hey, it's okay, Dale," Gadget soothed as she placed her paws on Dale's bare shoulders and, wrapped her tail around her. "It's okay. And don't cry- you'll ruin your mascara..."

"Okay," Dale said, sniffing back her tears...

"That's it," Gadget smoothed, moving in for a hug. "The first is always the toughest."

"Really," Dale asked. "Was it for you?"

"Oh, yeah," Gadget answered.

From there she proceeded to go into the story of her first heat cycle, and how sexed up, frustrated and moody she got. All the while they got on their dresses, and jewelry. After they were all ready, they put on that final spritz of perfume and they were good to go. They stepped out for the boys to see, and asked how they looked. None of them answered, but all three's jaws dropped. Gadget and Dale giggled again, as that was what they were going for. Gadget's sparkling purple dress, covered her ample bust and covered her down to her knees; it bore her back from her neck down to just below her tail. She wore simple eyeshadow and back twine necklace with a tiny golden pendent tied to it. It was something her father gave to her before he disappeared; he said it belonged to her mother. Dale's was, as she had asked, baby blue. But Tami, being Tami, couldn't help giving a little extra. Hers sparkled just like Gadget's, and was a little bit longer than hers. But had a slit up the side, stopping at mid-thigh. Around her neck was a small string of miniature pearls. By this time, it was just after dark. After they said their good-nights to Zipper, the Rescue Rangers walked out the door; Monterrey was sure to hang an OFF DUTY sign on the knob.

Within minutes, Monterrey was flying them, in the Ranger Wing, towards their destinations, relying on Gadget's directions. Chip and Dale were quiet, along the way; Chip was contently staring at Dale, continuously taking in her exquisite beauty, and her irresistible scent. Dale smiled back at Chip as she turned way, though her blush was almost translucent. The two of them were jolted from each other by Monterrey.

"Gadget, love," he exclaimed. I" hate to have to say this, but have you lost it?"

"Huh," Dale asked, peering out from the Wing. "Are we there- wait!"

"Huh," Chip asked, as he took a look for himself. "Wha? Gadget!"

"Oh, come on, guys," Gadget reasoned. "There aren't any other clubs we can go to like this, and I don't think we'll get into any trouble here, tonight.."

"B-b-b-but Gadget," Dale responded. "This is Fat Cat's Casino!"