INT. THE SEED BOX CLUB, RING - NIGHT
A boxing ring the size of a shoebox. Two hundred hamsters in the stands, cheeks packed with popcorn.
TANK, a calico champion with a bandit mask of dark fur, bumps his blue gloves together. He grins. Two front teeth.
Across the ring, PIP, round and ginger, has no gloves at all. Just two pink paws. His jaw drops.
PIP
(squeaking)
Nobody said gloves!
They circle. A fan in a yellow number 19 jersey cheers so hard his cheeks empty.
Tank's glove lands. Pip's cheek folds around it like dough. His eyes go huge. Hold it.
Pip rocks back on his heels, paws up, mouth open. Tank keeps his arm out, chin high.
TANK
Round one.
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