Times were troubling in the Green Meadow... Catchum Crocodile had sunk to a 
new low.  He actually captured one of the members of the Get Along Gang, 
Portia Porcupine, and stashed her away somewhere.  He sent a ransom demand to 
the gang... Portia for their caboose.  Straight exchange.  The gang didn't 
quite know what to do, aside from just agree.  They consulted with the police 
over this, trying to figure out all their options.  And it was at that point 
that they were overheard by a certain yellow dino just out looking for some 
fresh fruit.

Noone even knew this yellow dino even existed around these parts, for he was 
just in this area from his home on an exploration trip.  He listened in on 
the gang's conversation, and understood the situation.  Now, he wanted to 
help, but he knew full well that exposing himself to the gang probably wasn't 
the best idea at the moment.  What to do...

And then he remembered.  As a joke, Baby Bop had packed along his Captain 
Pickles costume.  It may have been a joke, but it now provided him the 
perfect way of helping anonymously.  And seeing that this was in a swamp, the 
scuba gear he packed would be invaluable.  Why he packed scuba gear for this 
initially, BJ wasn't quite sure.  While anyone present would've laughed at 
how this costume was supposed to maintain his anonymity, BJ didn't seem to 
care.  Within a couple of minutes, he was Captain Pickles.... scuba mode.  
Now... how to find where the captive was...

Fortunately for him, the swamp wasn't hard to locate.  He didn't question why 
the little hotel he was in had a town map plastered up in the hallway. He was 
on his way and that's all that really mattered.

Unfortunely, he now had to try to find the captured damsel in all this... how 
was he going to do it.  Then, as if on cue, Catchum's rat henchmen, a pair of 
them, walked by BJ's hiding place.  "Did you put the girl away safely?  
Catchum's banking the whole cheese on this."  "Yeah, close to the center of 
the swamp, in an underwater cave.  noone will ever look for her there."  Just 
the break he was looking for.  He charged out and caught one of the rats off 
guard and alone, knocking him out and stealing the scuba gear to bring for 
the young girl.  Then, as quickly and quietly as possible, he made his way to 
the water where he could dive to this cave.  Now, he didn't know the exact 
location of this cave, just in the 'center of the swamp' area the rats 
mentioned.  Now, he had another problem.  He wasn't exactly accustomed to 
swamp diving.  This was different from swimming in normal water.  It felt 
thicker, and only BJ's physical fitness allowed him to maintain any kind of 
physical readiness.  It was also a lot murkier, meaning he wouldn't find the 
cave until he was almost on top of it.  Which, fortunately for him didn't 
take all that long.  What he wasn't expecting, however, was for Catchum to be 
standing guard in the (marginally) clearer water of just inside the cave.

Catchum really wasn't taking any chances here.  He was fully expecting some 
kind of rescue mission from the Gang, but he definitely wasn't expecting this 
kind of opponent.  "Those twerps must've sent this... costumed freak..." 
thought Catchum.  BJ began his approach.  Catchum tried to charge him, taking 
the fight to...whatever this kid was supposed to be.  But that slight moment 
of distraction let BJ score with a punch to the gut that actually hurt.  OK, 
Catchum was surprised... he was actually afraid he'd lose a straight fight 
with this guy, even here.  But, then again, fair fighting was never Catchum's 
forte to begin with, as he demonstrated with a low blow on BJ.  BJ's eyes 
watered from the cheap shot, but he still managed to push the crocodile away 
to create some space.  Not before Catchum's claws caught him in his cheek 
though, drawing blood.  BJ coudln't even remember the last time he bled.  He 
was never one to have a lot of playground accidents... and most of his fights 
were just play fights with his cousin Riff.  So the sight of this made BJ 
realize the extent of what he was getting into here.   Catchum mocked him, 
flicking the blood off his claws slowly so that it hung suspended in the dark 
water they fought in.  BJ was almost mesmerized by the sight of his blood 
just floating there, but it was all a trap to lure Catchum in, and it worked.

Catchum went for the lunge with his deadly jaws, but BJ was waiting on this.  
He dodged the lunge and grabbed the head, and went down on the floor.  He was 
trying to wrap his arm around his neck, but Catchum wasn't making that very 
easy, with his struggling.  BJ wrapped himself around Catchum's back as best 
he could, but Catchum started to go into a death roll.  Normally such a 
maneuver was a finisher, snapping his opponent's neck like a twig.  But here 
he was just trying to get this kid off him!

And after several attempts, he did, but he couldn't follow up, he was so 
tired.  All Catchum could really do was try to recover his breath, at least, 
before his opponent could recover and resume his offensive.  BJ was dizzy.  
Well, it was either that or the cave was spinning.  He pushed off the cave 
wall at the center of the 5 or 6 Catchums he was seeing, hoping he might be 
able to hit one of them.  Catchum was so surprised by this that he wasn't 
able to move the inch to his left he would've needed to make BJ completely 
miss, but got clipped instead.  As BJ stopped on the other side, he shook off 
the cobwebs, and Catchum recovered at the same time.  The result was a 
standoff.

BJ faked a lunge to which Catchum reacted, wincing as he held the side where 
BJ winged him.  Smiling, the dino hurtled himself at that side, landing a 
double-fist hammer blow to the injured area.  Catchum tried to swing back, 
but the pain in his ribs was too much, and the blow was no more than a love 
tap.  BJ grabbed Catchum in a crippling bearhug, focusing on the injured 
ribs.  For Catchum, this looked worse by the moment. He tried to bring his 
snout down hard on BJ, but the angle was all wrong.  The pain was too much, 
the injury too severe.  Darkness began creeping in on the edge of his vision 
as his air supply was cut shorter and shorter.   Then, BJ slammed him down.  
He was glad he had a full jar of pickles before he did this.  With Catchum 
helpless on the ground, wondering how the hell he lost in his own water. BJ 
stood over him, grinned, and sat on Catchum's face hard.  BJ then gargled out 
'Pickle Power!'  The resulting fart blew away whatever life Catchum had left 
in his body, literally.  

BJ had always wanted to be one of those 'calling card' heroes, and so, 
standing over Catchum's corpse, he pulled out a pickle out of his weight 
belt, and then stuck it in Catchum's mouth.   He sealed the mouth tight 
around it.  Satisfied with a job well done, he turned to go further into the 
cave to find the young girl that he still needed to rescue.

It wasn't long before he surfaced up in a air filled cave, where he spotted 
the young girl.  "Heya, how're you doing?"  was his first words to her.  
Portia was surprised, she expected to see Catchum or Leland right now. "Umm, 
who are you?"  she asked timidly, not quite sure what to make of this 
costumed....whatever he was.

"I'm Captain Pickles, and I'm here to rescue you!"  Portia still didn't know 
what was going on, much less whether or not she should come with this guy... 
she couldn't believe her eyes... was this... a dinosaur?!

"Ummm...where's Montgomery?"  she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.  "Or 
Bingo, or Zipper, or...?"  she just dissolved into tears, sobbing against the 
wall.  BJ was getting nowhere.  Catchum's henchmen could show up any second, 
and he was no closer to getting this girl out of here.  He was starting to be 
forced to consider knocking her out in order to get her to come with him. 

Then he got a bright idea.  "I'm here to take you to them" he said.  "They're 
all really worried about you.  They asked me to get you home safe to them."  
He hated to lie, but he had no choice.  It was either this, or do it by 
force.  

Portia then asked "B-but how do I get out of here?" 

"Oh, I brought this for you."  He unveiled the gear he got off the rat he 
ambushed.

That was when she chose to believe him, he could see it in her eyes.  She 
launched herself forward and hugged him around the waist, yelling "Thank 
you" over and over.

"OK OK, we gotta go, right now!" BJ yelled, and they quickly went.  The thing 
BJ was very glad of was that Portia didn't notice Catchum's corpse on the 
bottom of the cave floor.  When they left the cave, however, BJ's fear was 
realized, as he saw a group of three scuba rats coming towards them.  "Go!" 
he yelled at Portia, and used he consderable strength to shoot her close to 
the surface.  Portia exited the water without another thought.  BJ wasted no 
time, grabbing one of the rats by his tail and launching him out of the 
water.  A second rat met the same fate.  The third tried to hang back, 
realizing this was no pushover he was dealing with.  BJ grabbed this third 
rat after a few seconds, threw him against a wall.  Then, he started swimming 
for the shore.  In the meantime, Portia was back in Green Meadow, and went to 
the Caboose, where she found the gang.

Portia was met with surprise whe she entered.  "Portia!"  Hugs and stuff all 
around, and then she says... 

"Thanks for sending that kid to rescue me!"  Then, the expressions change 
from ones of relief, to confusion.  

"Ah... Portia..." Monty started, "We didn't send anyone.  We were preparing 
the caboose to turn over to Catchum for your release!  You said another kid 
rescued you?!  Who?"

"He called himself Captain Pickles," she said with a smile.  "He looked a 
little weird, and I think he was a dino or something, but he saved me!"

"A dino.... as in a dinosaur?!  Portia, were you breathing too much swamp 
gas?"

"No!  I swear he was real!  While we were escpaing, he practicially threw me 
out of the water to save me from a party of Catchum's rats!" 

With puzzled looks from everyone, Zipper put down a pencil and paper.  
"Alright, Portia, if this guy was so memorable, can you draw him?"   

".... OK, but I want some crayons too."

Zipper walked over to Bingo.  "OK, cough 'em up."  Bingo grumbled but handed 
over his crayon set.  

"She better not use them all up," he muttered, getting a light rebuke from 
the others in the process.  As Portia began her work, she thought she would 
just draw his head for now... so she began drawing as best as she could his 
image.  She was no artist, but she did the best she could.  Then she took out 
the green, yellow, and red crayons.  Soon, she was finished.  "There.  That's 
the best I can do him."

The others gathered around, trying to make heads or tails of the drawing.  "I 
guess it could be a dino," Bingo said, looking at it upside down to see if it 
made any more sense that way.

"Sigh... one day, I'll be able to prove to you guys he was real..." Portia 
lamented.  Then, she looked out the window.  She was amazed to see a familiar 
red hat on the ground.  She hopped outside and picked up the hat, hoping to 
catach a glimpse of the guy who saved her, but he was nowhere to be found.  
"Thank you," she whispered with a smile.  Then she plopped the hat onto her 
head and strutted back inside.