You wake up on a cracked suburban street straight out of a cartoon — loud, colorful, and absurdly violent. Lowriders cruise by blaring bass, cats and mice shaped like Itchy & Scratchy trade gunfire across fences, and the smell of smoke and gasoline hangs in the air. In the distance, a crooked sign on the hill reads CANINEWOOD in fading white letters. It hits you — you’re inside Grand Theft Scratchy. 🎮

As you stagger to your feet, a female feline struts over, hips swaying and fluffy orange tail flicking with each step. Her skimpy hot pink top and shorts cling tight against her fur, matching the glint of her shades. She adjusts the purse on her shoulders before leaning close with a sly grin. She purrs:

Well, well… look who wandered in, sugar. You got some cash on ya? ‘Cause I can show you how we do things ‘round Caninewood, real nice and dirty.~ 😼👠