Tom dug into the wood to make fire, his hands almost turned into an afterimage, and the flames rose.
As he set up the grill, an image of a juicy, fragrant roast chicken filled his mind.
"Hiss~" Tom smiled evilly, couldn't wait to pick up the big rooster, and ran towards the fire.
The big rooster was trembling, and his fur were slightly wet.
Jerry arrived just in time to see this scene.
Unable to stop him in time, he stretched out his rat legs and tripped Tom, causing the big rooster to fly out.
"Jerry?"
Tom got up, blinking in surprise. When he saw his old friend, he paused for a moment, then suddenly grinned in realization.
It understood that Jerry must want to play the cat and mouse game with him like he did before!
Meanwhile, Jerry congratulated himself on his successful rescue of the rooster. He pulled a small notebook from his fur and prepared to report down Lynch's instructions to explain things to Tom.
As Jerry began writing in his notebook, a sudden punch came out of nowhere, slamming him into the ground. Dazed, Jerry looked up and saw Tom standing over him with an evil grin.
"???" Jerry blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he ignored Tom and went back to writing in the notebook.
Tom, on the other hand, smirked and thought to himself, Yo~ Still showing off that Iron Head Kung Fu you mastered back in the Shaolin Temple, huh?
"Bang!" Another punch landed, this time harder. Jerry's tiny body was buried into the ground, leaving only his head sticking out.
Stars appeared in Jerry's spinning eyes, and to make things even more ridiculous, a literal ring of small stars circled above his head.
Yes, there was an actual glowing circle of stars twirling around him.
It took Jerry a while to recover, and when he noticed Tom's fist about to land again, he let out a piercing scream.
In a panic, he jump out of the ground, leaving his notebook and pen behind as he ran for his life.
"It's over, it's over! The old cat has gone crazy!" Jerry thought, terrified.
Though both Tom and Jerry could technically talk, they never actually communicated with words. And so, a perfect misunderstanding was born.
Jerry dashed ahead, while Tom chased him with increasing enthusiasm. The more he chased, the more fun it became for him.
The joy of the chase reignited memories they had long missed—those playful moments of their youth spent under the warm glow of the sunset.
Jerry's instincts as a mischievous mouse kicked in, and he began pulling off complex, daring, and almost absurdly stylish maneuvers with ease as Tom continued the pursuit.
Like being smashed into pieces by a falling coconut, being launched while sitting on a Coke bottle, being hit by a golf club, and still being able to fly back while sitting on the lawn...
This is the experience gained from decades of chasing!
When passing by the big rooster, Jerry did not forget to take the big rooster away with him.
However, the rooster was much heavier than Jerry's. After a while, Jerry was exhausted and sweating profusely.
In another coquettish move, Jerry took his big rooster and hid in a farmer's house.
Hiding the big rooster, Jerry quickly stretched out a clothesline and prepared a trap for Tom, waiting for him to walk right into it.
Tom, meanwhile, was happily sprinting with his tongue hanging out, completely unaware of what lay ahead. He barreled straight into the clothesline and was hilariously sliced into four pieces by the three tightly stretched lines.
The bizarre part? Despite being "dismembered," Tom was perfectly fine. His four body parts casually pieced themselves back together as if nothing had happened.
The little white cat watching from a distance was utterly dumbfounded by the spectacle.
"Aha!"
Tom suddenly sprang back to life, his eyes lighting up as he spotted the big rooster Jerry had hidden atop a wooden post. Without hesitation, he reached behind him and pulled an axe out of his tail fur.
With a swift swing, Tom chopped at the wooden post. However, the direction of its fall was all wrong—if it continued, Tom himself was directly in its path!
"Ahhhh!!!" Tom's facial features seemed to leap off his face in panic before snapping back into place. He shrieked and bolted, but in classic Tom fashion, he ran in a perfectly straight line...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden post crashed down, smacking Tom on the head repeatedly. The one-meter-tall Tom was hilariously squashed into a 20cm-tall cylindrical version of himself, his body comically compacted like an accordion.
The kind of cylindrical body without a neck.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The big rooster and Jerry stood on another wooden pillar, laughing hysterically at Tom. Their laughter was so hearty it made their sides ache.
Tom, now thoroughly annoyed, looked up in frustration.
This time, he decided to take a smarter approach. Instead of using the axe, he opted to climb up the wooden pillar like a proper cat.
However, just as Tom's head popped over the edge, wham!—a flying basketball struck him square in the face.
The big rooster puffed out its chest proudly, glancing at Jerry as if to say, "See? Am I not the best rooster ever?"
Tom, undeterred even after falling yet again, pulled an eight-meter-long ladder out of his tail fur. Yes, eight meters long.
The little white cat watching all of this unfold was completely flabbergasted.
Animals in this world generally had higher IQs, but at this moment, the little white cat started questioning its own sanity. "Am I losing my mind, or is this just a fever dream?" it muttered to itself, genuinely baffled by the ridiculousness of the scene.
What did it just witness—a cat pulling an eight-meter ladder from its tail?
Outrageous!
Before Tom could even begin climbing the ladder, Jerry lit a match and set the ladder ablaze, reducing both it and Tom to ashes in mere seconds. Who knows what kind of magical matches those were—such a massive ladder disappeared in the blink of an eye!
Not one to give up, Tom tried swinging up to the wooden pillar on a rope. But his plan backfired—he slammed into the pillar with full force, only to have Jerry stomp on his head for good measure. Tom let out a loud scream before falling and, thanks to the swing's momentum, plowed through two acres of land like a living tractor.
Still undeterred, Tom attempted to pole vault his way up. However, Jerry sabotaged the attempt by slipping a pair of skateboard shoes under the pole. The slippery shoes sent Tom sliding north at breakneck speed, crashing through eight windows and barreling through three houses.
Bruised but not beaten, Tom shakily got to his feet, only to notice something peculiar. Somehow, pink hard curtains—origin unknown—had been tied to his arms like makeshift wings. His face lit up with hope.
Tom's eyes lit up as a cunning idea struck him.
With a sly grin, he quickly modified the curtains into proper wings. After a running start, he took off into the air.
He flew higher and higher, gradually mastering the art of flight. Feeling confident, Tom flapped his wings arrogantly and executed a dramatic 180-degree turn in mid-air.
"Bang!"
His smugness was short-lived as he crashed headfirst into a mailbox, smashing it into pieces. Three tiny Toms circled around his head, dizzy and disoriented.
After pulling himself together, "Flying Tom" resumed his antics, swooping down and pummeling Jerry and the big rooster. The poor rooster was left nearly bald, feathers flying everywhere.
"Ouch!" Jerry squeaked as his swollen backside bore the brunt of the beating.
But Jerry wasn't one to give up. At a critical moment, he cleverly pulled out a wooden board studded with nails and placed it in Tom's path.
Unable to stop in mid-air, Tom landed right on the trap with a loud, painful thud.
"OoOoOoOo!!!"
Plop!
Tom crashed into a water tank, emerging pitifully with water squirting out of his backside like a fountain.
"Hahahahaha!" Jerry burst into laughter, clutching his sides at the ridiculous sight.
But Tom, ever the opportunist, silently took off again. Before Jerry realized what was happening, Tom swooped down, grabbed him tightly in his paw, and held him triumphantly.
"Hahahahaha!" This time, it was Tom's turn to laugh with glee.
However, extreme joy often invites disaster.
As they soared in mid-air, the makeshift curtain wings, now soaked from the water, began to unravel.
And then, the moment everyone was waiting for—the famous scene arrived.
The wings detached completely, and Tom, who was now wingless, plummeted toward the ground at breakneck speed.
Below him stood a century-old tree, towering dozens of meters high, waiting to break his fall—or maybe him.
Tom's crotch was just stuck in the middle of the big tree, moving all the way down with huge inertia.
The sound of wood splitting echoed through the air as the towering tree, dozens of meters tall, was split clean in two by Tom's descent.
Tom got up from the tree and the whole cat turned into an inverted U shape.
Looking down at the two-meter long legs, Tom was dumbfounded.
"Wonderful, wonderful." Lynch saw the famous scene when he first arrived, clapped his hands and praised: "First there is Tom, then there is Heaven, splitting a big tree with his crotch and competing with the gods!"
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TO BE CONTINUED
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