Stretchy arms were the answer. Didgeridoo had pressed himself up against the trunk of the tree and extended his arms along the length of it. Both of them slithered along the bark like snake, decreasing in speed as they neared the feline. His hope was to wrap the cat like a boa constrictor, not to kill it, just so he could get the guitar pick out of its mouth. Then he'd release it. No harm, no foul.

While he fished around on the branches of the tree, a murmur from behind drew Didgeridoo's attention away from the cat. He glanced over his shoulder to see who was talking, but was immediately met with a grown man freaking out like a little girl. Didgeri winced at the sudden outburst, then looked up to see the cat jump from the tree branch to the nearby house rooftop.

Stuck, Didgeri had to try to retract his arms as quickly as possible. While he did, he tried to argue with the man, "Cute? You call that thing cute? It stole my thingy- oof!"

Didgeridoo found himself flattened on the ground after the man raced forward and tackled him. His arms snapped through a few branches, which dug into his skin and caused a few cuts and scrapes as they returned to their regular length. The Namekian coughed out in pain, slightly dazed from the hit. Still, he tried to push his attacker off of him, followed by a backward roll into a crouch. The Namekian wanted to retaliate somehow, but his body ached. This guy hit hard and knew how to tackle. Wrapped the whole body and everything - exceptional form.

Instead, Didgeri grimaced in pain as he slowly rose to his feet and questioned, "Leave it alone? That shiny doohickey that monster has is mine; I found it first. I'm going to get it back," He didn't know what a guitar pick was or what it was for, but since it caught his eye, Didgeri was going to stop at nothing to get it.

His pain started to subside slightly, so Didgeridoo made his move. He dashed at his newfound opponent and jumped, as if to deliver a powerful dropkick. It was a fake out, though, because Didgeri had a different plan in mind that would help him capture the kitten. When he jumped, he flipped through the air and extended his arms to plant them on Quash's shoulders. Then, as soon as he had contact, he pushed off, effectively using the Saiyan as a springboard to launch himself right towards his target on the rooftop at breakneck speeds.

All the while, the old lady within the house kept her eye on the two delinquents through the slit in her blinds. Somehow, she seemed to be the only one in the neighborhood watching this event unfold.

With his trick play a success, Didgeridoo soared through the sky towards his target. Good try, loser, but to the victor go the spoils. He reached towards the cat, extending his arm to try to close the gap faster, when he felt Quash's power give chase. Didgeri turned his gaze away from the cat and towards the ape man, who had appeared next to him in the blink of an eye. Before he could even react, a huge overhead haymaker rocked the Namekian, knocking him out of the sky and through the concrete street below. Quash actually hit him with so much force, he actually burst through the ground and into the sewer system below.

Didgeri groaned as lukewarm sewer water rolled over him. Despite the contents of the water, the trickling fluid sensation actually helped soothe his injuries, which had only gotten more numerous and severe since the Saiyan appeared. He wanted to sit around for a bit, but he knew there was no time to waste. Carefully, he staggered to his feet and tried to think of how to approach this, but first he grabbed a shiny knob off of one of the pipes in the sewer. He examined it, nodded in approval, slipped it in his back pocket, then a brilliant plan came to mind. This crazy Saiyan wasn't going to stop until Didgeridoo gave up on the guitar pick, but it seemed like the man just wanted to protect the cat rather than anything else. That in mind, all he'd have to do is get the pick away from the cat, then the two of them could go their separate ways. All he needed was a distraction. Using his ki, Didgeridoo blasted a bunch of pipes in the sewer, causing a bunch of water spouts and geysers to shoot out every which way. At first, they were minor and unimportant, but as he broke more of the pipes, the water spouts got higher. Before long, some of them were shooting out of the hole in the ground and high into the sky. Masked by one of the streams, Didgeri shot out of the sewer and into the air above the neighborhood.

From his new birds-eye view, Didgeridoo quickly spotted his target, which was still racing along rooftops to escape the two grown men battling for its felineness. Further surveillance of the neighborhood showed various people turning on their lights and stepping outside to see what the commotion was about. One family even ran out onto their front lawn, followed by a wave of water. Apparently, busting a few pipes caused a little more strife than expected, but he had no time to dwell on the little things. He had a cat to catch and a crazy homicidal primate to evade.

Still hiding within the geyser, Didgeridoo threw his stretchy arm like a lasso towards the cat. He had a painful plan in mind, but with Quash's bloodlust, he'd have to get extreme.

Blinded by the geyser of gushing water, Didgeridoo may or may not have been taking a shot in the dark when it came to lassoing up the cat. In his short experience with his Saiyan assailant, he'd found himself easily outclassed in both strength and speed, so his plan was to throw those to the wind and beat him in the one place he could: brains! Everybody knew monkeys didn't have functioning brains, at least not on the level as some higher beings like Namekians and humans! By using the water as a hiding place, Didgeridoo had hoped to perform a misdirection on the crazy cat lady that'd been hunting him down. Well, crazy cat Saiyan. Same thing.

He'd thrown his arm in the direction of the cat with one intention: distraction. His plan was simple: throw out the bait, his arm, then let Quash get mixed up with that while he snuck in, snatched up the guitar pick, and left like nothing happened. The damage to the neighborhood? Not his problem! What were they gonna do? Apply it to his social security number? Send him a check in the mail? He's a Namekian hiding out on the outskirts of East City! Human quarrels had no real effect on him!

Back on topic, while Didgeridoo had thrown his arm out to nab the feline, he didn't think it would actually work! As his arm careened across the neighborhood sky, Didgeri had been psyching himself up for part 2 of his plan. He charged up a ki blast and shot it at the stretched out arm point-blank. He jolted back, sending the limp rope-arm flailing across the neighborhood, severed from his body. Unfortunately, because he'd managed to wrap up the cat prior to the dismemberment, it went flying across the neighborhood, too!

Didgeridoo underestimated the pain of losing a limb. He'd seen a few of his brethren regenerate their limbs before, and while they seemed to be in anguish during the experience, they came out of it just fine. The waves of pain that washed over and throughout his body shocked him more than anything else. He screamed out in pain and almost tumbled out of the water a few times as he tried to get his thinking back on track. He had to think about why he'd done it - for the guitar pick - to get himself back in a good place mentally.

Weakly, he poked his head through the water to get a lay of the land. He expected to see Quash and the cat running along rooftops, since he was unaware of his success in lassoing his target, but he instead saw a writhing Namekian arm flopping through the suburbs with a cat held hostage. Didgeridoo clutched at his newly formed nub as he shouted out towards Quash, which may have been hard to hear over the rushing water, "We have to stop that thing! It's out of control!"

His ex-arm was not sentient, but it would take a while for it to shrink back to normal size and go limp. If they weren't quick, the cat may be constricted to death. More importantly, with it flopping around every which way, the guitar pick may have gotten lost if they didn't act fast.

Another obstacle in their path were the people of the neighborhood, who weren't exactly happy that their plumbing systems had been sabotaged in the name of a cat fight. They all seemed to be rallying at one end of the block around the old lady who'd seen the whole thing start. They were too far away to tell what they were saying, but if they were to interfere with the cat catching, things may have gotten even more out of hand. Then both Quash and Didgeri would be in some real trouble.

Untethered and mindless, the arm knew no boundaries. It flipped and flopped every which way all across the neighborhood with poor 'Jonathan' trying to writhe free. The torture device crashed through the window of a house and out through the back door, then it burst through a few fences and decapitated a garden gnome that had been standing guard beneath a bird feeder. A few dogs in one of the backyards that became victim to the silly scene almost stopped the rampage, but the hand of the arm delivered a slap across the snout of the mutt, which scared it back into its house through the doggy door. Then it bounded away to wreak more havoc on the already trashed neighborhood.

Didgeridoo tumbled out of the water spout and landed in a drenched heap atop one of the rooftops. He barely managed to struggle onto his feet, as the pain radiating out from his right nub had really started to kick in. To the Namekian, up was down and left was right, but even in his discombobulated state, he knew one thing for certain: they had to stop the arm. He had the right idea, since leaving it unchecked would only cause more damage, destruction, and potentially pain, but his reasoning was still just to get the guitar pick.

Eventually, Quash did manage to catch up to the arm, but with its thrashing and mindlessness, it was impossible to get a hold of Jonathan. Quash hopelessly tried to grab at the kitty, but the arm just kept slapping him in the face and arms every time he got close. There just was no opening... which made for the perfect opening.

It was Didgeridoo's arm. Surely it wouldn't attack him! Haphazardly and weakly, Didgeri stumbled across the rooftops and through a few yards until he found himself in the path of his arm and Quash. With his still attached arm, he reached in and grabbed a hold of the hand-end, where Jonathan was tied up. With how things had shaken out, Quash effectively rounded up the arm and allowed Didgeridoo to waltz right up and get what he wanted. The cat clawed and scratched towards the Namekian, but he'd literally just blown his own arm off. A few cuts and scrapes were nothing.

One small problem though. Yes, he'd gotten a hold of his ex-arm by effectively shaking his ex-hand, but now he had nothing to grab the guitar pick with. How was he supposed to collect his prize without letting go of the arm and sending it on another treacherous rampage across suburbia?

That didn't even consider the real problem at hand, Mr. Captain Quash, the crazy cat Saiyan. With how erratic he'd been acting to catch this cat, it was entirely possible he'd kill Didgeri to ensure its safety. A bit extreme for something so unimportant, one might think, but to each his own. In a last ditch effort, the Namekian held up his nub and pleaded, "Stop! I just need a hand, then you can take this disturbing creature and be on your merry," With Didgeridoo's disposition as a person though, his pleading lacked conviction and urgency. The unintentional pun probably didn't help either. He spoke as if he'd just accidentally bumped into somebody at the grocery store rather than disrupt the lives of at least a dozen people in pursuit of a single guitar pick, but for what it's worth, it was sincere!

Unfortunately for the two combatants and Jonathan, there was an even bigger problem lurking. Quash narrowly avoided the crowd of neighbors, all of which had been subjected to the worst night of their lives as two hooligans went around trashing their neighborhood over a simple misunderstanding. The old woman, who'd seen everything that had gone down up to this point, began rallying them behind her. From, well, somewhere, all of the neighbors brandished pitchforks and torches - even the kids! They were going to take back their neighborhood!

Of course there was no reasoning with a bloodthirsty Saiyan! All Didgeridoo wanted was one single object that the cat stole from him, yet this captain guy made it seem like he was the bad guy. Right. Always gotta blame the green person. Well, anyway, push came to shove came to punch when Quash lashed out on the Namekian again. He carelessly yanked Jonathan by his tail - ironic, being done by a Saiyan - then he tried to coddle the feline as if everything was hunky dory.

Unlike Jonathan, who found himself in the warm embrace of Captain Quash, Didgeridoo found himself sprawled out on someone's back patio. He staggered back to his feet and limped towards Quash and Jonathan, probably resembling a zombie in his movements. With Quash distracted by his new friend, Didgeri saw the perfect opportunity to walk right up and snatch the guitar pick from the cat's mouth.

Just like that, he'd accomplished his mission. Like taking candy from a baby. It was so easy, too! Much like Quash was ogling at his new pet, Didgeridoo ogled at his collection's new acquisition. The ordinary guitar pick had a unique shape compared to most of his trinkets, and with its shiny red coat, it definitely would stand out compared to his various other objects. That said, he had to give up a lot to even successfully get his new prize. The arm writhing around on the ground, rather than connected to his shoulder, was a perfect example of that.

Didgeridoo took a deep breath and collected himself, as hard as it was with his physical state, then he commended, "Well played, sir. Have a good night," He turned to leave, which is when he finally noticed the situation unfolding around them. In pairs of two, various neighbors marched into the backyard with their torches and pitchforks. He looked at the other side of the backyard, where even more people appeared with their tools.

"What'd we do?" Didgeridoo asked, genuinely confused. Sure, they had a little disagreement over Jonathan and his collectible, but other than that, Didgeri couldn't think of what would have made the neighbors so mad. Did they want the guitar pick? Was it that illustrious? If so, why was somebody throwing it away?

Before he could ask any other questions, a silhouetted figure appeared on the rooftop of the house. At first, the silhouette looked like an uber muscular man, with some kind of wavy beard that contrasted against the bright white moon high in the sky. Then, a torch lit up behind the silhouette revealing a woman well into her 70s or 80s. It was impossible to tell, though, because she was absolutely jacked. Her muscles put even Quash to shame, and he was a Saiyan warrior!

She looked at Didgeridoo and Quash before pointing at the cat and shouting, "You will return Mr. Whiskers or face the consequences!"

Everybody in the angry mob jeered and shouted at the two catnappers. It was unclear what they were angry about - probably the carnage they'd caused throughout the neighborhood - but with a leader like the old woman, who knew what the mob was capable of. One thing was clear: Quash and Didgeri were in trouble.

Didgeridoo looked around at the crowd of people and waved, as if he were some kind of celebrity waving at a bunch of happy fans. They were not happy. Far from it. Even still, Didgeri didn't quite understand social cues or the like. Because of that, he just figured a large gathering was a good thing. Every large gathering he'd seen prior was for something good, like the fair or all the people he'd beat in the arm wrestling competition.

The lady on the roof didn't bother him either, even if she was exuding power unlike any of the other humans. Didgeri just figured she was a mega-fan or something. After all, he'd met a few of them at a convention, and while they did get a bit rowdy, they were just in it for the fun! Abruptly, though, Quash shoved the cat into Didgeridoo's chest and commanded the Namekian to watch him or die. Reluctantly, Didgeri wrapped his lone arm around the cat and watched as Quash got into a shouting match with the old woman. He tried to give a thumbs up with his other hand, but, well... y'know. The nub waved, if that's any consolation.

Atop the roof, the elderly woman sneered at Quash before pointing with a wrinkled finger, "You think you're so high and mighty because you can fly and shoot lasers out of your hands!" Her finger moved over to Didgeri, "And you're just a freak! Put your arm back on! Weirdo!"

Jonathan and Didgeridoo locked eyes as the Namekian questioned, "What'd I do?" As far as he was concerned, rummaging through trash_{, leaving it on the ground without picking it back up, and absolutely decimating an entire neighborhood's sewer system} seemed fairly harmless. Nothing to stir up an angry mob over! He put Jonathan on his shoulder and tried to reattach his severed arm, but to no avail. It was a goner. Wait! Didgeridoo looked at his arm and realized it would make a perfect addition to his collection. His own arm, a literal piece of him. Genius! He slung it over his shoulder, then got another hold on Jonathan.

Meanwhile, the lady moved her finger back in Quash's direction, "Mr. Whiskers has a happy home with me and his thirteen brothers and sisters! He doesn't even need a litterbox, he can just go wherever he wants in my house. I bet you'd make him use an accursed litterbox and scold him for leaving his droppings all over your carpet, won't you?" Just the thought of a clean house for the cat seemed to irk her even more, as she clenched her fist and ordered, "You will hand him over, one way or another,"

Either way, the mob clearly had their goals in mind: save Jonathan and beat up the hooligans. With so many of them and only two hooligans, it should have been easy peasy. All at once, the mob closed in on Didgeridoo and Quash, with the elderly woman still standing on the rooftop, ready to stop either member of the duo if they attempted an escape.