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null	Rocko's Modern Life Rocko's Chalkboard Bungle Outtakes Rocko's Chalkboard Bungle Outtakes Here are scenes that went wrong during the filming. -- Scene 1, Take 1 RoseGAL (director): Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed is driving in his car. He drives up to the Nickelodeon water tower, where Mr. Dupette is standing next to it. Ed: Uh…what was I supposed to say again? RoseGAL: Cut! We'll have to do a another take. -- Scene 1, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Ed drives up to the Nickelodeon water tower, where Mr. Dupette is standing next to it. Ed: I'm here to see the chairman of the board. I'm Ed Bighead, the old studio teacher. RoseGAL: Cut! It's new, not old! Ed: Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll do it again. RoseGAL: All right, we're losing our light. Let's go again. -- Scene 1, Take 3 RoseGAL: Action! Ed drives up to Mr. Dupette is standing next to the water tower. Ed: I'm here to see the chairman of the board. I'm Ed Bighead, the new studio teacher. Mr. Dupette: Ah, you must be new 'cause I've seen you before. RoseGAL: Cut! It's I ain't never seen you. Mr. Dupette: Oh, I thought it was I've seen you before. Sorry. -- Scene 2, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Mr. Smitty: Mr. Ed Bighead. I've hired you because you're a fine teacher. But mostly because you're a very strict discipliner. Ed: How kind. Nobody is in the background. Mr. Smitty: However, the assignment I'm giving you will not-- RoseGAL: Cut! Where's Rocko, Heffer and Filburt? The guys arrive. Rocko: Sorry, we weren't on the set because Filburt had to throw up because he was nervous and we had to be with him until he was better. Filburt: I'm a bit scared of flying. Heffer: Because he's a scaredy cat! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Heffer's laughter makes Filburt angry. Filburt: WHY YOU…!! Heffer and Filburt get into a dust fight. Ed: Stop it! I don't tolerate fighting! Heffer and Filburt stop. Ed: Fighting is for sumo wrestlers! F! Ed pulls a red marker out of his shirt and writes an F on Heffer and Filburt's foreheads. Filburt: Hey! The director just said cut! Heffer: Yeah! Ed realises his mistake. Ed: Oops! -- Scene 2, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Mr. Smitty: Mr. Ed Bighead. I've hired you because you're a fine teacher. But mostly because you're a very strict discipliner. Ed: How kind. In the background, soldiers are driving planes on the water tower. Mr. Smitty: However, the assignment I'm giving you-- RoseGAL: Cut! Why is there soldiers driving the planes. -- Scene 2, Take 3 RoseGAL: Action! Mr. Smitty: Mr. Ed Bighead. I've hired you because you're a fine teacher. But mostly because you're a very strict discipliner. Ed: How kind. In the background, the guys are driving planes but they fall off. Mr. Smitty: However, the assignment I'm-- RoseGAL: Cut! Who unscrewed the planes? Mr. Smitty: D'OOOOOOOOOOOH!! -- Scene 3, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Mr. Smitty just sits there. Mr. Smitty: Uh…what was I supposed to do again? RoseGAL: Cut! You're supposed to put gum in your mouth! Mr. Smitty: Oh, I'm sorry! I just forgot, that's all. -- Scene 3, Take 2 Mr. Smitty puts a piece of gum in his mouth and chews it. Mr. Smitty: Now, I'd expect that they'll be-- Ed (cutting him off): I will not tolerate medicine-taking. RoseGAL: Cut! It's gum-chewing! Ed: Oops! Sorry about that. RoseGAL: OK, we're losing our light. Let's go again. -- Scene 3, Take 3 RoseGAL: Action! Mr. Smitty chews a piece of gum. Mr. Smitty: Now I'd expect that they'll be-- Ed (cutting him off): I will not tolerate gum-chewing. Spit it out. Come, come, come. Give me the gum! Ed slaps Mr. Smitty's back, causing Mr. Smitty to fall off his seat. RoseGAL: Cut! Ed: Are you alright? Mr. Smitty: Yeah. -- Scene 4, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker RoseGAL: And action! Mr. Smitty has an F written on his forehead because he chewed gum and he's angry about it. Mr. Smitty: Mr. Bighead! I don't think you--! Ed (cutting him off): I don't slouch! Sit up straight! Ed lifts up Mr. Smitty and drops him, but instead of landing on the seat, he goes through it! RoseGAL: Cut! What happened to the chair? Mr. Smitty: Well, it was fine until I dropped back onto it. -- Scene 4, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Mr. Smitty is angry because he has an F written on his forehead. Chairman: Mr. Bighead! I don't think you--! Ed (cutting him off again): I don't slouch! Sit up straight! Ed lifts up Mr. Smitty and drops him back onto his seat. Ed: Now, you were saying? And no bad words. RoseGAL: Cut! It's speak up, no mumbling. Ed: D'oh! -- Scene 4, Take 3 RoseGAL: Action! An angry Mr. Smitty has an F on his forehead. Mr. Smitty: Mr. Bighead! I don't think you--! Ed (cutting him off again): I don't slouch! Sit up straight! Ed lifts up Mr. Smitty and drops him back onto his seat. Ed: Now, you were saying? And speak up. No mumbling! Mr. Smitty: Mr. Bighead! Do you mind?! I am not in ballet!! RoseGAL: Cut! It's class! Mr. Smitty: Sorry, I must've been blind reading the script. -- Scene 5, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed is waiting in a quiet classroom for Mr Dupette. There is a knock at the door. Ed: Come in. Mr. Dupette, wearing an fire-fighter suit, walks in, holding a box, saying "DANGER! Volatile Contents". RoseGAL: Cut! You're supposed to come in with an exterminator suit! Security Guard: D'oh! I must've put on the wrong suit. -- Scene 5, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Ed waits in the quiet classroom for Mr. Dupette. The door knocks. Ed: Come in. Mr. Dupette, wearing an exterminator suit, walks in, holding a box, saying "DANGER! Volatile Contents". He accidentally throws it into the camera, knocking it down. RoseGAL: Cut! You're supposed to put the box on the desk. -- Scene 5, Take 3 RoseGAL: Action! The classroom door is knocked where Ed is waiting for Mr. Dupette. Ed: Come in. Mr. Dupette, wearing an exterminator suit, walks in, holding a box, saying "DANGER! Volatile Contents". He puts the box onto Ed's desk. Ed: School supplies? Mr. Dupette: Uh, no, Mr. Bighead. This is your experiment. RoseGAL: Cut! It's students! Mr. Dupette: Oh, not another script mess-up! -- Scene 6, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker RoseGAL: And action! Ed has every single book piled on him because the guys gave him books during their song. Ed: This is a classroom, not a music hall! Now find your seats! The guys just stand there, doing nothing. Filburt: Uh, what are we supposed to be doing again? RoseGAL: Cut! You're supposed to stand on your hands. Filburt: Oh, fish sticks! -- Scene 6, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Ed is in a pile of books. Ed: This is a classroom, not a music hall! Now find your seats! Rocko, Heffer and Filburt are standing on their hands. Rocko: Got my seat. Filburt: Got mine. Heffer: Here's mine. Rocko: Bet you don't have trouble finding yours. Ed: Go to your desks! The guys run to their desks, but by the time they sit on their chairs, they topple backwards with them on it. RoseGAL: Cut! Heffer: Oww!! -- Scene 7, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Rocko, Heffer and Filburt are copying Ed and it's really annoying him. Ed (pointing his finger): Stop that! I'm warning you! Rocko, Heffer and Filburt (doing the same): Stop that, you meatball head! RoseGAL: Cut! It's I'm warning you. Rocko: Gosh darn it! Can we have another take? -- Scene 7, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Ed is annoyed because the guys are copying him. Ed (pointing his finger): Stop that! I'm warning you! Rocko, Heffer and Filburt (doing the same): Stop that! I'm warning you! Ed (jumping up and down): Stop it, stop it, stop it!! Rocko, Heffer and Filburt (doing the same): Stop it, stop it-- AAAAHHHH!! The floor collapses, taking the guys with it. RoseGAL: Cut! Are you guys okay? Rocko: I think I broke my back! -- Scene 8, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed: Let me warn you that I will tolerate no foolishness. Are we clear? Rocko: No, we're opaque. Rocko snaps his fingers, causing him, Heffer and Filburt to disappear! RoseGAL: Cut! Guys? Where are you?! How did that happen? -- Scene 9, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed emerges from the ABC blocks, annoyed. Ed: I'm warning you! Don't make me use corporal punishment! Rocko: You mean him? A bulldog is sleeping on the floor. RoseGAL: Cut! Who let the bulldog on the set? -- Scene 10, Take 1 Ed: Rocko, can you count to 100? Rocko: 1, 2, skip a few, 99, 100! Ed: No. Give me all the numbers. Rocko: Hey, it's only a 10-minute cartoon. RoseGAL: Cut! It's 6-minute cartoon, Rocko! Rocko: Oh, I said a sentence wrong again! -- Scene 10, Take 2 RoseGAL: Action! Ed: Rocko, can you count to 100? Rocko: 1, 2, skip a few, 99, 100! Ed: No. Give me all the numbers. Rocko: Hey, it's only a 1-hour cartoon. RoseGAL: Cut! That's wrong, Rocko. Rocko: D'OH!! Where's the script?! -- Scene 11, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed: We'll move onto Grammar. Filburt, what is the meaning of the word procrastination? Filburt: I'll tell you in an hour. RoseGAL: Cut! It's tomorrow, Filburt. Filburt: If I don't say something right in the next take, I'LL SCREAM!! -- Scene 12, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed: Let's move on to Sentence Structure. First, verbs. Rocko, can you conjugate? Rocko: Who, me? I'm not married yet. Ed: No, no, no. It's easy. I'll show you. Rocko: (to viewers) Goodbye, everybody! RoseGAL: Cut! It's goodnight everybody. Rocko: Oh, why is this happening to me?! WHHHYYY?! -- Scene 13, Take 1 RoseGAL: Speed. Clapperboard Man: Marker. RoseGAL: And action! Ed rips off, revealing Rocko, Heffer and Filburt in disguise. Rocko: Recess! The guys run into the camera, knocking it over. RoseGAL: Cut! Guys: Sorry!! THE END End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	10,132	33,496.3
null	Rocko's Modern Life 1. Rocko Rents Out Well, sad to say life hadn't changed much for poor Rocko. He still was unjustly mistreated by various members of O-Town and still low on cash. One year it got so bad that he decided to do something about it. "Oh Spunky, my job at the comic book store just doesn't pay enough." Rocko said sadly, looking for a better paying job in the classifieds. "And if I don't get a better job soon, we might get kicked out of our home." Spunky, whimpering, just looked at his empty dog food bowl. In order to cut back Rocko stuck to having just two small meals a day, while Spunky only got one meal a day. "Great, there's nothing better." Rocko frowned, tossing the newspaper to the other end of the kitchen table. "If I don't think of something soon, I'll have to end up shopping for a cardboard box to live in. Hey, wait a minute!" Rocko ran upstairs until he reached the spare bedroom. The spare bedroom could also be called a bare bedroom, as it only had a bed and dresser in it. "Of course, I can rent out this bedroom, maybe some extra cash from a tenant will help." Rocko snapped his fingers. "I'll have to spruce it up a bit though, at least get some curtains and a mirror." The doorbell rang. Rocko went back downstairs and opened the door to find Filburt standing there with a glove and bat. "Hey Rocko, how about hitting a few homers at the park?" Filburt smiled. "Can't right now, I have to figure out how to spruce up my spare bedroom." Rocko shook his head. "I'm going to rent it out to help pay the bills." "Good idea." Filburt nodded. "Hey I can help, Paula and I have some leftover supplies from when we renovated our house." After they got married they moved into Dr. Hutchinson's house (Widow Hutchinson moved out) and put Filburt's trailer in the garage to use for camping trips. Filburt also switched to calling Dr. Hutchinson Paula instead of Hutch since she only used her old last name for business now. She went by Filburt's last name for everything else. "Great, let's go get then!" Rocko smiled. They went back to Filburt's house and got the supplies. Paula, having returned from taking the kids for a walk, helped out as well. The kids were now four, and were close to Rocko and Heffer, but no more than Norbert who originally thought that Heffer and Rocko were his parents. Filburt and Paula set him straight when he was three. They all returned to Rocko's house and spruced up the spare bedroom. Filburt cleaned, Paula put up wallpaper, and Rocko hung the curtains and mirror. Gilbert, Shellbert, Missy, and Norbert played with Spunky during that time. When they were done, Rocko wrote an ad for the newspaper to print. Hopefully, someone nice would respond and help him out with his financial problems. 2. A Royal Curse _On the other side of the planet, in a castle in Paris, France..._ Two poodle princesses were in their bedroom. The older one, Claire, was amber colored and wore a light blue nightgown. She was tall, but not too tall, she would only come up to Heffer's shoulder if she stood next to him. The younger one, Inez, was tan colored and wore light green pajamas. She was a head shorter than Claire. Claire was pacing in frustration while Inez watched from her bed. "I have to do something, I can't wind up like our mother." Claire frowned. "Well ze first thing you can do is stop pacing before you run a hole in ze carpet." Inez smirked. "Besides, I'm getting kinda dizzy." "Oh, sorry." Claire stopped and plopped on her bed. "You can help me figure out a plan you know, zere's no way I'm marrying this Alexander jerk." Alexander was a Doberman and Claire's forced fiance. You see Claire and Inez's family were under this curse: the oldest daughter would be forced to marry a jerk. It started centuries ago, when their ancestor was supposed to marry this noble foreign prince. Unfortunately, another foreign member of royalty, who was evil, killed him and forced the ancestor to marry him instead. Ever since then, the oldest princess would be given a jerk for a fiance by her father. And Claire had enough of this. "Well why don't you just run away?" Inez shrugged. "If you leave tonight zere's a chance zey won't be able to track you down. Besides, maybe you can find help somewhere." "Shoot, why didn't I think of that." Claire giggled. "Okay, but you're coming with me." "Me?" Inez shot up. "Well do you want to marry Alexander in my place?" Claire said with a knowing smile. "Ew, no way! I'd rather marry Edgar." Inez winced; Edgar was obviously her boyfriend. "Okay you win, I'll come too. Where should we go?" "I'm thinking Australia..." "Uh-uh, too obvious." "Oh right. Well, how about America?" "Still obvious, but not as much, and more hiding places." Claire and Inez got dressed and started packing. They left most of their royal items behind, but packed their crowns just in case. Claire wore a blue striped shirt with black pants and a blue beret, while Inez wore a red ruffled shirt and jeans. Claire also wore a heart shaped ruby locket, which she hid under her shirt. They snuck out the back way, and got a taxi to the royal bank where they got all their money out of their account. They then took the taxi to the airport where they got basic tickets to America, specifically the USA. When they made it to the US it was tomorrow for O-Town. Claire and Inez exchanged their francs for dollars and then spent a week looking for places to live, but nothing caught their fancy. Then, in a cafe near a train station, Inez found something: "'Wanted: a tenant for a spare bedroom in O-Town. Must be tidy and kind. Payment for the room will be negotiated, but tenant must pay for food by helping with chores. Call...'. Oo Claire, you'll love this." Inez grinned teasingly. "What do you mean?" Claire cocked her head. "The guy who owns ze spare bedroom is a wallaby." Inez continued grinning. "A wallaby?" "Yup, his name is Rocko Wallabee." "Let's check that out!" Claire wagged her tail before heading for the train station. Inez rolled her eyes in amusement and payed for their bagels and coffee before catching up. They took the train to O-Town, and then went to the address printed on the ad. 3. Rocko's New Tenants By the time they arrived it was late afternoon. They rang the doorbell. "Coming!" Rocko called from the kitchen; he opened the door to find Claire and Inez. Rocko was surprised, one of the last things he expected to find on his doorstep were two pretty girls. "Are you Rocko Wallabee?" Claire asked. "Uh...yes I am...can I help you?" Rocko almost blushed. "Of course, we're here about ze spare bedroom you wrote about in you ad." Inez nodded, showing Rocko the ad. Rocko was more than surprised now. "Uh, of course, please come in." Rocko let them in and then led them upstairs to the bedroom. Claire and Inez looked it over. "What do you think sis?" Claire asked. "I think it'll do great." Inez smiled, winking at Claire. Claire just blushed, while Rocko watched the scene in confusion. "Uh, may I help you unpack?" Rocko offered. "No, zat's okay, we didn't pack much." Inez smiled. "Okay..." Rocko started to walk away. "Hang on, is everything okay?" Claire looked concerned. "Yeah it's just...I expected an old maid or a college student to answer the ad, not two lovely ladies." Rocko blushed. "And...are those French accents?" "Oui, we came here from France on a getaway." Inez smiled, flattered (Claire was even more flattered). "Wow, I love France...or at least the genuine culture." "Ah, you are not fond of Chokey Chicken taking over various landmarks are you?" Claire smiled. "Neither are we, but ze king had ze final say so." "Really?" Rocko smiled. "Oh, I didn't catch your names." Claire and Inez introduced themselves. "Those are very nice names." Rocko smiled. "Now, about the payment..." "Of course, will zis do?" Claire took some money out of her purse and gave it to Rocko. Rocko dropped his mouth open upon seeing how much there was. In fact, he dropped it so low that it hit the ground. "Two-hundred bucks?" He gasped. "Oh I'm sorry, but this is too much..." "If it is by ze week then how about by ze month instead?" Inez suggested. "Er, still too much..." Rocko rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Okay, a hundred a month, but zat's our final offer." Claire winked. Rocko blushed again. "Okay, a hundred a month." He agreed. "As for chores, we'll be happy to help." Inez smiled. "I don't mind cleaning and Claire here is a mean cook." "Oh I'm not zat good." Claire waved a hand dismissively. "I'm sure you'll be better than me at it." Rocko smiled. "We'll see, I'm cooking dinner tonight." "Great, I'll get the kitchen ready." Claire and Inez unpacked while Rocko did a little cleaning. He and Inez then chatted on the couch while Claire cooked. Rocko and Inez liked each other right away, but Rocko felt something different for Claire. He just couldn't figure out what it was. After a little over an hour, a great smell wafted through the house. "Dinner's ready!" Claire called. Rocko and Inez went into the kitchen and saw a cooked chicken on the table. Rocko dropped his mouth open again, but not as much as last time. "Your garlic lemon chicken with mushroom stuffing!" Inez said excitedly. "I've missed zat dish!" "Well, I thought it would be ze perfect meal to test how good a cook I am." Claire smiled; she then caught Rocko's surprised look. "Oh, in case you're wondering I snuck out earlier and bought the ingredients. It's on me and don't argue." "Oh." Rocko recovered and sat down; they started to eat. "Wow, this is the best meal I ever had!" Rocko smiled. "Thanks, I'm glad you liked it." Claire smiled back. The next morning, Rocko woke up, got dressed, and went downstairs. He smelled something good, sort of like pancakes. "What's for breakfast?" Rocko asked, knowing that Claire was cooking in the kitchen again. "Crepes." Inez smiled, having finished dusting. They went into the kitchen and sure enough there was a pile of crepes on the table, with jam and jellies around it. The three of them ate heartily. Just then, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Rocko said, wiping his mouth and going to the door. "Oh, hi Heff." "Hey Rocko, want to go to a movie or something? I'll pay." Heffer said. "Hang on, let me ask Claire and Inez." Rocko went back to the kitchen. "Who?" Heffer followed. "My tenants." Rocko explained. "Claire, Inez, this is Heffer, one of my best friends. Heff, this is Claire and Inez, they moved here from France." "Hello." Heffer smiled. "Bonjour Heffer." Claire smile; then she looked at Inez and jabbed her in the arm. "Hmph!" Inez protested, her mouth full; she quickly swallowed. "Sorry Claire but you know it's rude to speak with your mouth full. Hello Heffer." "You have got to learn not to enjoy my cooking so much zat you keep ze food in your mouth for a long time." Claire smirked. "We overheard Heffer's invite and we'd love to come, but we're paying for our tickets." "Of course." Rocko smiled. "Okay." Heffer agreed. They walked to the theater (Rocko was trying not to drive so much due to gas prices) and had a good time. On the way back they met up with Filburt and his family and more introductions were made. "Say Rocko, how about we do some shopping while we're out?" Claire suggested. "I noticed you need more groceries, and we should get you a new TV as well." "Well..." Rocko hesitated at first. "All right, but only the necessities." "Go for the TV too Rocko, _The Fatheads_ are on tonight and your old TV might fizzle out on us again." Filburt reminded him. "Oh right, thanks Filburt." "You like _Ze Fatheads_ too?" Inez gasped. "Claire and I love zat show!" "Really?" Filburt was surprised. "Well in that case we can wait on the TV." Rocko smiled. "I've got another idea." At that, Rocko took a quarter out of his pocket and called Ed and Bev Bighead on a pay phone. He told them about his new tenants, and how they love _The Fatheads_, and Bev said that they were more than welcome to come over and watch it. She double checked with Ed of course, who agreed. As much as Rocko and his friends annoyed Ed he never minded them coming over to watch _The Fatheads_. After all it was Rocko who brought their son back to them and Ed was grateful to him for that. When the conversation was done Rocko told everyone that they were going to watch the show at the Bigheads' place instead. "Wait, Bighead...as in Ralph Bighead?" Claire said wide-eyed. "Yes, his parents are Rocko's next door neighbors." Filburt explained. "Zat is so cool!" Inez smiled excitedly. Continuously chatting happily, they all went shopping. They got some more food, all paid by Claire and Inez. For the first time in months, Rocko was going to have lunch and Spunky was going to have a second meal. They went back to Rocko's place, put the groceries away, fed Spunky, and went over to the Bigheads'. They had a great time, and Claire and Inez were excited to meet the parents of Ralph Bighead. They also realized that they were the inspiration for _The Fatheads_. Ed and Bev didn't like it at first, until they realized that Ralph didn't mean any harm when he created the show. It was just his way of releasing his frustration, as well as a way of keeping his parents nearby without having to fight with Ed about being a cartoonist. He later added the character Rollo as a thank you to Rocko for bringing him and his parents back together. Rocko was at first hurt, until he realized that Ralph exaggerated everything in his show, and didn't think that way about Rocko at all (except for the being polite part). 4. Rocko's Life Improves, But is in Danger Weeks passed, and Rocko found his life to be better than ever before. Claire and Inez helped him shop for new appliances and furniture, took great care of his house and yard, and boy did Claire cook astounding dishes. People started treating him with more respect too, mostly because Claire and Inez were very attractive. A few guys tried flirting with them, but they were turned down. Inez still had her boyfriend in France, and Claire was slowly developing feelings for Rocko. She did have a soft spot for him for being a wallaby at first, but when she got to know his personality more she started liking him for that. Inez caught on right away, and kept trying to get Claire to admit her feelings, but Claire wasn't so sure that Rocko would return them. Inez, of course, thought she was being ridiculous. One time they were hanging out at the park, and do you remember that large hippo with the deep voice named Gladys? Well, once again someone bumped into Rocko, this time a teenager playing Frisbee, and Rocko once again hit Gladys in the butt. "How dare..." Gladys prepared to swat Rocko. "You leave Rocko alone!" Claire snapped, stepping in. "It was an accident, someone bumped into Rocko causing him to bump into you!" Gladys, embarrassed, peeled Rocko off her butt. "Sorry, I didn't know." She said, this time in a kinder voice. "Well now you do." Claire said, leaving with Rocko in a huff. "Thank you Claire, I was getting tired of that." Rocko said. "Zat's happened before?" Claire was surprised. "More times than I'd like to count." Rocko muttered. "You really haven't been getting ze respect you deserve have you?" Claire realized sympathetically. "Not until you and Inez arrived." Rocko smiled. "You two have really made my life better, and for that I'm eternally grateful." Claire smiled back with a slight blush. About a month later, Rocko found Claire sitting on the couch and sadly looking at her ruby locket. "Is there something wrong Claire?" Rocko asked, joining her. "I'm just thinking of my poor many-great grandmother, Catherine." Claire sighed. "She was supposed to marry zis wonderful guy, a real prince, but he was murdered and ze murderer forced her to marry him instead." "That's horrible." Rocko said sympathetically. "And it's not ze worst part." Inez said, joining them with mugs of hot chocolate. "Our ancestors ever since zen have been cursed with horrible fiances. Claire was next in line." "So that's why you two came here, you're running away from the curse." Rocko realized. "But in this modern age can't you have your own say in your marriage?" "Not with our dad being a previous horrible fiance." Claire frowned. "Also...Rocko zere is something we've been keeping a secret from you." "Hey whoa, I trust Rocko as much as you do but are you sure zis is...?" Inez cautioned. "Inez, please, I-I have to tell him." Claire raised her hand; she then got up from the couch. "I'll be right back." She went upstairs, and then came back down with something behind her back. "Claire...before you say anything there's something I've been keeping a secret from you." Rocko said. "I was scared to tell you, but then I thought about the past and realized that I had to tell you." "What is it?" Claire tilted her head a little. "I..." Rocko gulped. "I love you." Claire smiled one of her largest smiles. She then sat down and looked at Rocko lovingly. "I love you too." She said. Rocko couldn't believe it, but he decided to just accept his good fortune. "Now, what did you want to tell me?" Rocko asked. Claire took the crowns out from behind her back. Rocko gaped at them. "The truth is Inez and I are princesses." Claire admitted. "When I said zat Catherine was supposed to marry a real prince, I meant it literally. Here's what he looks like." Claire opened her locket, revealing a black and white photo of a handsome wallaby prince. Rocko paled and ran over to the closet upstairs. He came back down with a photo album. "What's zat?" Inez asked. "My family's photo album." Rocko explained, sitting back down; he then flipped through the pages. "There!" He pointed at a familiar photo. "It's him!" Claire gasped as Inez dropped her mouth open. "Prince Caleb Pureabee! But why would his photo be in your family album, unless..." Claire froze. "No way." Inez stared. "Yes, he's my many-great granduncle." Rocko explained. "He had a younger sister who ran away after he was murdered. She was worried that she would be next so she left the royal life and married a commoner, and they became my many-great grandparents. After she ran away a cousin took over the throne." "You're royalty?" Inez gasped. "Yes, in a way." Rocko rubbed the back of his head. "But royalty in general is kinda extinct in Australia since it's now ruled by a government, it's been for a long time. So there's no chance of me getting back on the throne, so to speak." "Rocko you are in grave danger." Claire paled. "If my forced fiance Alexander or our father found out about your heritage zey would kill you!" "What?" Rocko squeaked, turning even paler than before. "It's been said zat only a descendant of Prince Caleb can end our curse." Inez explained. "And since you're a descendant..." "Oh dear." Rocko recovered. "Heritage Revealing Day is a very dangerous day." Rocko then remarked dryly; Claire and Inez giggled. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Considering their previous conversation, you couldn't blame Claire, Inez, or Rocko for zooming into the kitchen in fright. Another knock at the door. "Excuse me, is there a Mr. Rocko Wallabee at this residence?" A voice from the other side of the door asked. "Yes." Rocko said, nervously going up to the door. "Who's calling?" "Messenger from Holl-O-wood." The voice said. Rocko relaxed and opened the door. The messenger immediately handed Rocko an envelope. "Thank you, here." Rocko gave the messenger a dollar. "Thank you sir, good day." The messenger tipped his hat before leaving. "G'day." Rocko said as he shut the door. He opened the envelope to find an invitation to a party. "Claire, Inez, it's from Ralph Bighead!" Rocko said excitedly. "He's having a birthday party at the studio and has invited me and five guests!" Claire and Inez danced around cheering. Later Ed and Bev showed up at the door, revealing that they too got invites. Originally Rocko, Claire, and Inez was going to be among their guests, but that plan changed when they found out that Rocko also got an invite. Rocko invited Claire and Inez of course, and later called Filburt and Heffer and invited them. That left one invite left, which Rocko decided to use for Paula Hutchinson. Ed and Bev invited various members of the family. Filburt and Paula were more than happy to come, and quickly got a babysitter for their kids. Heffer wasn't as into the show as Rocko or Filburt, but he could never say no to a party. Rocko called Ralph on the phone (he got his number back when they became friends) and RSVPed. Ralph was happy to hear that Rocko's tenants were also fans. Even though he got tired of being a cartoonist at one point, it turned out that it was just because he hit a rut. Later he got out of it and went back to enjoying his job. He told Rocko to have him and his guests meet at his parents house. 5. The Party and Ambush The night of the party, everyone found out why: Ralph sent them a limo! They went to the party, and had a great time. Claire and Inez got along with Ralph instantly. It at first seemed that Ralph was smitten with Inez, and invited her to dance. "I'd love to dance, but just to let you know: I have a boyfriend back home." Inez smiled. "Oh." Ralph was a little disappointed, but got over it. "Oh well." "Want to dance Rocko?" Heffer asked. "Uh, sorry Heff but...I was going to dance with Claire." Rocko said sheepishly. "I'd love to." Claire smiled, taking Rocko's hand. They went out onto the dance floor, leaving a sad Heffer behind. Later a slow dance came up and Claire and Rocko danced to that as well, making Heffer a little jealous. At one point during th party, Filburt questioned Rocko about his relationship with Claire. Rocko confirmed that he and Claire were now a couple. Heffer was even more jealous. After the party, the limo took everyone home. Unfortunately, as they were on a mountain road, something started shooting at the limo! The sound of a tire popping was heard and the limo started to skid along the road. Fortunately the limo stopped without tipping over or going off the road. Everyone became confused and scared...except for Claire and Inez, they were just scared. Inez immediately looked out the window and saw something. "It's Alexander!" She gasped. Claire and Rocko paled. The others were still confused because they didn't know the truth about Claire and Inez being princesses. "Rocko, you have to hide!" Claire said. "What? But what about you?" Rocko argued. "Alexander won't hurt me or Inez, but if he sees you he'll kill you just for being a wallaby! My dad warned him about wallabies!" At that, Claire lifted a seat cushion, revealing that the seat was hollow. They found out earlier when they were talking to Ralph at the party, he explained that that was for hiding from his fans whenever he went outside the studio. Now Claire was using it to hide Rocko from Alexander. "Rocko, no matter what happens do not come out!" Claire ordered fearfully as she forced him into the seat. "But..." Rocko protested, only for Claire to cover him with the seat cushion. Inside the seat, Rocko couldn't hear anything at first. Then he heard the sound of glass smashing, and realized that Alexander must have broken though the window. He then heard hissing, and something started to seep into the seat. He slowly became sleepy. "Sleeping gas." He said to himself. "No...I have to fight it...Claire..." He fell asleep. After what felt like hours, he woke up but couldn't hear anything. He took a chance and glanced out. Claire and Inez had disappeared, but his friends and Bev and Ed and their family were still there, unconscious. Obviously they were still feeling the affect of the sleeping gas. "Guys! Heff? Filburt? Mr. And Mrs. Bighead? Come on everyone wake up!" Rocko said, climbing out of the seat and lightly slapping them in the face. Filburt, Paula, and the Bighead family woke up first. Heffer was still out of it. In fact he was snoring. "Heff? Come on Heffer this is no time to sleep!" Rocko shook Heffer by the overall straps. "Let me Rocko." Filburt said; Rocko backed away and let Filburt near Heffer. "HEFFER YOU MORON WAKE UP!" Filburt yelled into Heffer's ear; Heffer screamed in terror. "Geez., what was the big idea? I was having a lovely dream." Heffer protested, annoyed. "Sorry Heff but this is an emergency, Alexander has kidnapped Claire and Inez!" Rocko said. "Who the heck is Alexander?" Filburt asked. Rocko told everyone the truth. Boy did they drop their mouths open. "You mean you're descended from royalty?" Paula was surprised. "Yes, I never told anyone because it doesn't matter now, Australia is now run by a government." Rocko explained. "Listen, Claire needs saving from the wedding!" "Count me out." Ed muttered. "I didn't sign up for this." "Ed!" Bev scolded. "If Rocko needs help then..." "No, everyone stays here. I'm going alone." Rocko shook his head. Everyone stared at him. "Hold on Rocko, you know what will happen if this Alexander guy finds out who you are..." Heffer said worriedly. "I know, Claire already warned me about that." Rocko said solemnly. "But it's my duty, as Prince Caleb's descendent. I need to avenge his death and save Claire from her family curse. Besides...I love her." Filburt smiled. "Well, at least let me come along." "Filburt, darling..." Paula said concernedly. "I know you don't want me harmed but I'm not letting Rocko face the battle alone." Filburt crossed his arms. Paula smiled proudly. "Okay turtledove." She said. "I'd come too but our children will need me to comfort them while you're away. 'Kay?" "It's perfectly okay." Filburt smiled. "Come on then, we're going to the airport." Rocko started to leave the limo. "Hold on you guys, I'm coming too." Heffer got up. "Thanks Heff." Rocko smiled. "Mrs. Bighead, can you look after Spunky for me while I'm gone?" "Of course Rocko dear, I'd be glad too." Bev smiled. "Mr. Bighead, let Ralph know what's going on for me will you?" "Okay." Ed looked emotionless but deep down he was slightly concerned. 6. A Rescue Trio Rocko, Heffer, and Filburt left the limo and walked down the road until they got into town, and then got a taxi to the airport. They bought tickets for Paris and flew there. By the time they arrived, it was afternoon. They tried getting a ride to the palace, but it was off limits for tourists, so they went to a car lot to rent one. They then got a map and figured out how to get to the palace. "But how can we get there in time to stop the wedding?" Filburt asked. "Well, there's always the desperate solution..." Rocko hesitated. Filburt turned towards the car, where Heffer was pretending to be a race car driver. Fortunately Filburt had the keys and the engine was turned off, but Filburt, realizing what Rocko was hinting at, became nervous anyway. "Oh no, no way! You remember what happened back when Heffer flew that ice cream plane! We could've died!" Filburt waved his hands rapidly. "Filburt I know it's a bad idea but letting Claire marry Alexander is a worse idea." Rocko pleaded. Filburt groaned. "I know I'm going to regret this." Fliburt muttered, handing Rocko the keys. "Hey Heff," Rocko said as he and Filburt got into the car. "How about you drive?" "Really Rocko?" Heffer was surprised. "Sure, you're the fastest driver here." Rocko shrugged, although he was a little nervous. Filburt almost covered himself in seat belts. "All right!" Heffer swiped the keys and turned on the car. Rocko grabbed a seat belt from Filburt and put it on. "Oh fishsticks." Filburt said nervously. A.N. Don't ask me how the car happened to have more than two seat belts in the back, I haven't figured it out either. Then again, a lot of things happen in that world that can never be explained. Heffer started to drive normally at first, but then his daydream of being a race car driver clicked back on and he started to speed. Soon, they were speeding so much that they scared the other drivers, and even the pedestrians! Heffer was shouting driving noises and laughing crazily, and Rocko was screaming in terror. "I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous..." Filburt said. Heffer drove the car off a freeway! "I'M REALLY NAUSEOUS!" Filburt panicked. Fortunately, they landed without any damage, unless you count the emotional damage. Heffer continued driving rapidly and crazily until the reached the palace. The guards at the gate tried to signal for a stop, but Heffer was still in his daydream and didn't see them so he crashed through the gate. They then continued on, Rocko and Filburt screaming, until the car finally smashed onto the stairs leading up to the front door. Filburt pulled a paper bag out of nowhere and started breathing into it, while Rocko was frozen with terror. Heffer was still making driving noises. Rocko managed to snap out of it and leapt out of the car. "Wait for me." Filburt said quickly, obviously wanting to get away from Heffer. "No, you stay here and snap Heffer out of his road madness, I'm going to stop the wedding." Rocko shook his head determinedly. "Why do I always get the worse jobs?" Filburt muttered as Rocko went up the stairs. Rocko burst through the doors, causing everyone inside to turn around. Quite a few feet in front of him was Claire, being forced down the hallway by her father, a tan dog of an unknown breed wearing a king's robe and crown. A few feet beyond that was a Doberman, who Rocko guessed was Alexander. "Rocko!" Claire gasped. "A wallaby!" The king gasped. "I'll got him." Alexander unsheathed his sword and ran towards Rocko. "No!" Claire protested, tripping him. Rocko took that moment to pull a sword out of a suit of armor nearby. "You leave Claire alone, I won't let you force her into this!" Rocko glared. "You stay out of this wallaby, this does not concern you." Alexander glared back, getting up. "Actually it does, in fact it has concerned my family for generations." "Rocko no, what are you doing?" Claire protested. "Finishing something my ancestor should have finished." Rocko said determinedly. "One thing you obviously didn't know about Prince Caleb: he had a sister!" "You mean you're..." The king was shocked. "Kill him!" "With pleasure!" Alexander growled. "Rocko!" Claire cried. Alexander tried to strike Rocko, but Rocko blocked him. They began fighting, Rocko even surprising himself. He had never held a sword before and yet he was doing a good job sword fighting. During the battle, Filburt had finally managed to snap Heffer out of it and they entered the palace. They watched the battle with horror. 7. An Unexpected Visitor and Gifts Alexander, being larger, suddenly pushed Rocko aside, knocking his sword into the wall! Claire broke free of her father and tried to stop Alexander from slicing Rocko through the chest by going in between them. It worked, but broke off her locket in the process. The locket fell to the ground at Rocko's feet. "What is that?" The king glared. "A family heirloom." Inez frowned at him. "The photo of Princess Catherine's true love." Alexander tried to smash the locket, but Rocko grabbed it and ducked. Unexpectedly, the locket burst open and a poof of smoke appeared! The smoke formed a shape in front of Rocko...THE SHAPE OF PRINCE CALEB! He was taller than Rocko, about as tall as Inez. I can't tell you the colors, since he was a ghost and so didn't have any, but the sword he carried on his belt glowed even brighter than him for some reason... Everyone gasped, and started to back away except for Rocko, Claire, and Inez. Claire and Inez went closer, not believing their eyes, while Rocko was metaphorically glued where he was. "Many-great granduncle!" Rocko stared. "Skip the 'many-great', it makes me feel ancient." Prince Caleb chuckled. "So, this is my descendant, I was waiting for one to finally end the curse." "You were in ze locket ze whole time?" Claire stared. "Yes, to keep an eye on dear Catherine's descendants." Prince Caleb looked mournful. "I miss her so much, but I was not going to let history repeat itself either. You must be one of her descendants, but I should have known earlier. You have her beauty." Claire blushed happily. "So, descendant, what's your name?" Caleb smiled. "R-Rocko." Rocko was still staring at him. "Rocko, my grandnephew." Caleb smiled proudly. "Life for you is going to become grander than you could have ever imagined. But it won't happen until after you defeat this scoundrel, and that's where I come in." He unsheathed his sword and handed it to Rocko. "Take it Rocko, this is your family heirloom." Caleb said. "My dear sister had this buried with me so that I may give it to my heir, and you are him." "Heir?" Rocko was confused. "Uh, Australia is ruled by a government now..." "Not that heir." Caleb chuckled. "You see I was more than a prince, I was also a hero. You are now to take my place as a hero, and defeat evil wherever it may lie. This is your first mission." Rocko nervously took the sword. It immediately stopped being a ghost sword and became a real one. It was a beautiful silver color with opals and pearls in the hilt. Rocko, to his surprise, found the sword to be lighter than the one he previously grabbed. "A hero...was that why I was able to sword fight easily earlier?" Rocko asked. "Partly, it's also because it's a talent of mine that you inherited." Caleb smiled. "I will stay off to the side, this is your battle now." At that, Caleb flew up towards the wall and sat on a window ledge. Alexander, recovering, approached Rocko, preparing his sword again. This time Rocko was more ready, and fought back even better than before. The battle continued so fiercely that most of the crowd actually forgot about Caleb, who wanted it that way. His time was long over, it was now Rocko's turn to shine. Alexander knocked Rocko down again, and raised his sword to kill Rocko. Rocko raised his sword, intending to block Alexander's strike, but raised it higher than he meant and struck Alexander through the chest. Alexander gasped with surprise and pain, and made a final attempt to kill Rocko. Rocko moved away, causing Alexander's sword to get his shoulder instead of his heart. Alexander backed away, and fell to the ground dead. Rocko was at first shocked that he killed him, but then recovered, remembering that Caleb had said that he was meant to defeat evil. Obviously the only way to stop evil is to kill it. Rocko got up and dropped his sword, relieved that it was over. But it wasn't, because the king rushed forward with his own sword raised, preparing to kill Rocko! But, to everyone's shock, the chandelier above them fell on the king. A trickle of blood flowed from the chandelier, proving him to be dead. Everyone turned to where the rope for the chandelier originated, and saw an older amber colored poodle standing there. Obviously this was Claire and Inez's mother the queen. Now it was over. "Oh sure, now you stand up against our tyrant of a father." Inez rolled her eyes. The rest of the crowd chuckled while the queen rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. Claire didn't chuckle, but that was only because she was more concerned about Rocko. "Rocko, darling, are you all right?" Claire asked, going over to him and kneeling so that they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. "I am now...oh, you mean my shoulder." Rocko chuckled. "Yeah, I'll be fine, just need a couple of stitches-" Claire kissed him. Rocko was at first wide-eyed, especially because it was his first real kiss, but then his eyes became hearts and he returned the kiss. Filburt smiled happily, but Heffer looked really sad. Caleb floated back down to the ground. "Way to go Rocko, I'm real proud of you." Caleb smiled. Rocko and Claire broke the kiss, and Rocko went over to Caleb. "I couldn't have done it without you." Rocko smiled back. "I guess now you can finally rest in piece?" "Yes, but there are a couple of things I need to do first." At that, Caleb placed a hand over Rocko's heart. A glow shone from his hand and entered Rocko's body. Rocko felt warm, and the pain from his shoulder disappeared. This was because the glow spread to his wound and healed it! "Wow, thank you." Rocko smiled. "Don't thank me yet." Caleb winked. Rocko frowned in confusion. Suddenly, his whole body glowed! Everyone else stared, not knowing what to do or think. When the glow vanished, everyone was shocked. Rocko was now the same size as Caleb! Don't worry, his shirt had gotten longer and he was now wearing pants. "You can thank me now." Caleb chuckled. "I'm...I'm taller..." Rocko couldn't believe it. "Yes, originally you were supposed to be that height but something stunted your growth when you were younger." Caleb smiled. "It's now time you were your true height. But no matter what size you are, it will have no relation towards the size of your heart, which is one of the biggest ever to exist. I must go now." "Good-bye granduncle, and thank you." Rocko smiled. "You're welcome." Caleb said before turning to Claire. "I'll tell Catherine that you said hi." Claire waved as Caleb floated towards the ceiling. He slowly started to disappear, until he was gone. Claire and Rocko hugged. 8. Rocko's True Love "You know, you can become royalty again." Claire smiled. "I can? How?" Rocko asked. "How do you think? By ruling France with me." Claire giggled. Rocko looked further down the hallway, down to where two thrones stood side by side. He then turned towards Filburt and Heffer, who looked both happy and unhappy. "Claire, I can't." Rocko shook his head. "America is my home now." Filburt and Heffer were at first surprised, but then smiled with relief. "Zen I'll come with you." Claire decided. "You will? I mean...I didn't even..." Rocko stammered, realizing he didn't have a ring on him or anything. "I don't care, you're my true love no matter what." Claire affectionately put a hand to his cheek. Rocko felt his heart beat faster than it ever had before. It even beat faster than it used to beat for Melba Toast, his old crush. "You really think so?" Rocko couldn't believe his luck. "I know so." Claire gazed into his eyes. "My love for you is stronger zan any other love I possess. So, Rocko, I know you may not be as sure as I am, but when we return to America will you marry me?" If Melba Toast had said that to Rocko years ago he would have said yes right away. Of course there was no way that would ever happen, she already married her boyfriend a long time ago. As for this case, Rocko wanted to say yes but also didn't want to make a mistake, as he had made several mistakes many times before. But, when he looked into her eyes, he felt an overwhelming sensation of love, one that was so strong that his heart made him say these words: "Of course I will." They kissed again. Everyone except for Heffer cheered. "Inez," Claire smiled to her sister after she and Rocko broke free. "It looks like you and Edgar will be taking over ze kingdom now." "Wha-me and...?" Inez blushed. "Inez." Inez turned towards a handsome French frog. This frog didn't wear the usual striped shirt and beret like most of the other French frogs. Instead he wore a tuxedo and had a pencil-thin mustache. "Edgar!" Inez hugged him. "Inez, I was going to ask you to marry me a long time ago, but you and Claire left for America so fast zat I never got ze chance." Edgar smiled, pulling out an engagement ring box. "I'm so sorry Edgar, I would have contacted you but..." Inez started to apologize. "No, it is perfectly all right." Edgar smiled. "I understand what you were doing and I admire your bravery and loyalty to your sister. Plus, I completely understand your unwillingness to marry zat Alexander jerk in your sister's place." Inez smiled. "Of course I will marry you." They kissed, and when they broke apart Inez saw Claire grinning. "Hey...you knew all along!" Inez accused, amused and annoyed. "Well, Edgar needed my help picking out ze ring." Claire chuckled. "Hey come on, did you want me to spoil ze surprise?" "Well of course not but you sneaky...wonderful sister!" Inez hugged Claire. "I'm going to miss you." "I'll miss you too, but we'll visit each other often." Claire hugged Inez back. "Of course we will." Rocko agreed; Edgar nodded. Claire then said her good-byes to her mother. Rocko thanked her for saving him from the king, and she thanked him for saving Claire from Alexander. Claire followed Rocko, Filburt, and Heffer out of the castle. This time they took the palace's plane back to America. Obviously Claire and Inez didn't use it when they ran away because it would have been too easy to trace. Back in America, Rocko sent a letter to his parents and younger sister, telling them the good news. One day, during the preparations, Rocko caught Heffer looking at him and Claire longingly. He and Claire were sitting on a park bench going over the floral arrangements. "I'll be right back Claire." Rocko said, getting up; Claire nodded, also seeing Heffer. "Heffer what's wrong?" Rocko asked as he neared Heffer. "That's what I was wondering: what's wrong with me?" Heffer asked. "Oh come on Heff you were luckier in the love department than I was." Rocko scratched his head, not knowing what he was getting at. "Not as lucky as I wanted to be." Heffer looked at Rocko lustfully. Now Rocko got it. "Nothing is wrong with you Heff, it's just that I'm not gay." Rocko said sympathetically. "I'm not even bi. I'm full time straight, girls only." "Oh." Heffer sighed. "Hey, don't worry, you'll find someone." Rocko smiled. "I guess." Heffer started to walk away. "Hey, you want to be my best man?" Rocko asked. Heffer turned around, looking better. "Sure." Rocko's family and everyone else Rocko knew on relatively friendly terms, were invited to the wedding. Claire's family came too, along with Edgar, but they were the only ones on her side of the altar. Claire and Inez's father forbid them from making friends when they were little, obviously fearing that Claire might elope before he could marry her off, so their only friends were Rocko and his friends. The wedding went without a hitch, Heffer decided to let his friend have his happy ending and so didn't object. Rocko and Claire went to Australia for their honeymoon so that Claire could see Rocko's hometown. Rocko did become a hero, by ending the curse he gave Edgar, the true king of France, the opportunity to get rid of all those Chokey Chicken restaurants. He only kept one in the shopping district for those who grew attached to the chain. As time went by Rocko stopped other hostile takeovers as well, but mostly enjoyed his new life with his true love Claire. Later, his life grew better, for he became a father. He and Claire had a son named Jordan. Jordan looked like his father but had his mother's ears and hair, and he too would eventually become a hero. Rocko was never happier, no longer was his life modern. Now, it was wonderful. End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Adventure, Romance	Fanfiction	null	43,230	12,956.4
null	Rocko's Modern Life Lovably Strange _A/N: Having a bit of writers block so I usually try to write a story under eight pages in order to get things moving again so here's a short one I did about one of my favorite shows. This takes place after the S.W.A.K. episode. Anyways, enjoy!_ _Rocko and characters belong to Joe Murray. _ _Lyrics belong to Pizzicato Five._ * * * Lovably Strange Alicia couldn't help but shake her head with a lopsided grin as her mail truck sat idled on the side of the curb, sounds of the radio reverberating off the insides of its metal walls. It was a typical morning with all the same sites that greeted her upon her route. There was the jogger that ran laps up and down the neighborhood, occasionally resting against a fence to catch his breath. The sprinkler that turned on every day at nine thirty like clockwork at the house with the blue van and Mr. and Mrs. Big Head arguing about something that could be heard from a mile away. All scenes she could point out perfectly if she had a blindfold over her eyes. But there was scene now that was rather new. A scene she was still getting used to. Just a few yards away, next door to the Big Heads themselves was a small house she had delivered to for what felt like centuries. It was nothing special nor was it any different from any other time she delivered mail. The main difference was what was outside of the house itself. Standing on the front lawn near his mail box was the recent addition to her life. She could see him tug at the collar of his standard blue shirt with purple triangles littering the front and back. It was an ugly shirt but she never had the heart to tell him that. The wallaby fidgeted with something in his hands and nervously looked at his watch. Alicia's grin widened. Just like the sprinkler, he too was always on time for her arrival. Laughing softly to herself, she pulled away from the curb and headed towards the young man. As she drew closer to him, her mind raced back in time to the day she received a certain letter. It was such a strange chain of events. To receive a love letter from someone she barely even knew and even more strange, to write one back. She knew he liked her. It was no secret. Alicia often spotted him peeking out at her from behind the curtains as she stuffed his mail box with flyers and other junk. It was a little creepy at first, especially when he would try to work up the nerve to talk to her. His constant stuttering and nonsensical babbling made her wonder if he had some sort of disability. But as time passed, his attempts became less uncomfortable and more adorable. She thought him to be kind of pathetic at first. He obviously wasn't good with women. Far from the fantasy of being swept off her feet from a tall dark and handsome stranger like the one she and her girlfriends often giggled about over a glass of wine. The wallaby was short, quiet and all around goofy. Not exactly the man of her dreams. Despite his short comings, she couldn't help but be impressed and in all honesty, flattered by his recurring attempts. He never really did any better than the day before but the effort he put in was undeniable and it made her blush that someone would go to so much trouble for her, to the point of utter embarrassment. As she would begin her route every morning, she would start looking forward to seeing if he could pull off a successful conversation with her. It never happened but it never ceased to be any less flattering. It was even more flattering when she read his letter. All the words he had tried to vocalize to her were put down on paper and she felt her face go red at the memory. It was deep, poetic and majestic in a way she couldn't explain. Alicia was shaken to the very core at this confession of love to her that she had no idea what to think. At first, she thought she should throw the letter away and request a new route or let Heffer have hers. An even more shocking discovery to learn that he was actually the wallaby's best friend. But as she thought about the letter and the individual who wrote it, the less she wanted to avoid him. The wallaby was strange, yes but it was a harmless and entertaining sort of strange. He wasn't so much pathetic as he was shy and she found that to be very cute. He wasn't bad looking either, far from it and the hint of his Australian accent was a bit of a turn on. The more Alicia thought about him the more his words became embedded in her heart. So much that she wrote her own letter back to him. In truth the letter was just to tell him that Wallace, whom the wallaby assumed was her boyfriend, was actually her brother and to get back at Heffer who had played a joke on her earlier that week. It wasn't until she was standing beside him that he realized her affections were actually for him. From there began a series of awkward dates and even more awkward moments of romance. He was even more nervous than before, the pressure of a successful courtship getting to him. He tripped when they danced, spilt his soup on himself at dinner and looked like he would suffer a heart attack at any moment when the opportunity for a kiss presented itself. In short, he was a mess. But Alicia liked that. He tried so hard for her that it put past relationships to shame. It was difficult for her not to smile at his fumbled attempts and embarrassed smile. The rare moments when he did manage to calm down, he proved himself to be honest, humble, funny and very sweet. Her friends thought she was crazy when they met him a few weeks ago. He was just as on edge during that encounter than ever. They couldn't believe she could like a guy like that. But she didn't care. He never lied to her, stayed out all night drinking, boasted about how much he could bench press or looked at other women. He was a short, stubby wallaby with confidence issues, a brain dead dog and a heart as big as all outdoors. She liked him because he was real. Alicia's smile widened fully as she pulled up to the curb of his house. She slid the door open and there he stood, a comically shy smile on his muzzle. She tried to stifle a laugh but with only moderate success. "Oh, heh, good morning, Alicia." He greeted bashfully. "Well, good morning, Rocko." She replied sweetly. "You're looking handsome today." "Ah, well, um, thank-thank you." Rocko stuttered, his face reddening under his fur. Alicia let herself laugh fully at that and reached into her mail bag. She pulled out a handful of letters and handed them to him. "Nothing too interesting today. Just a few flyers and a letter from your mom. She doing okay after that train scare?" "Oh yes, much better thank you. She was just a little shook up but doing fine." He told her, hand reaching out to grasp the bundle. As he grabbed them, his fingers brushed across hers and their eyes locked. His face turned red again and Alicia couldn't help letting her thumb graze over his own. Immediately, the smaller marsupial's face turned a fire engine and she swore she could see smoke coming out of his ears. Alicia let go as not to give him an aneurism but she could see he was still holding something behind his back. "You have something for me there?" She asked curiously. Rocko shook off the effects of his embarrassment and pulled out from his back a piece of loose-leaf paper. "Ah, yes in fact I do. It's…uh…well…um…it's a…poem." "A poem?" Alicia repeated. "Yes. I…I wrote it for you." She felt herself smile again and brushed back her ponytail that hung over her right shoulder. Turning in her seat so she could face him, Alicia cocked her head to the side and said, "Well I'd really like to hear it then." Rocko gave another childish smile, his ears twitching as he cleared his throat. "Um, Blue is for her eyes that sparkle like the moon reflected on the lake. Red is for her hair that shines like a raw rib eye steak. Green is for…" As Rocko continued with his poem, Alicia found herself staring at him, the words that came from his mouth fading and the radio over shadowing them. _When I see you alone,_ _I see what's in your mind._ _You love me yes you do,_ _You don't need to tell me._ _I know you love me most,_ _No one else take my place._ _You need me, yes you do._ _Forever, and ever._ Alicia watched his mouth move and his eyes scan over the paper, feet shuffling in place. He looked so nervous. But with every stutter and awkward clearing of his throat, she felt her heart swell. _When we kiss,_ _I see what's in your heart._ _You love me yes you do,_ _You don't need to tell me._ _I know you love me most,_ _No one else take my place._ _You need me, you do._ _Forever, and ever. _ "Um…that's it." Alicia snapped back to reality and found Rocko staring up at her in trepid anticipation. She collected herself and shone a brilliant smile down at him. "That was beautiful. Thank you, Rocko." She said. Despite not even hearing the poem, she had no doubts it was as wonderful as the wallaby in front of her. She leaned down and planted a kiss on his nose which caused him to slouch forward in a love struck daze. _We are in love, baby love child._ _I take you so high, groovy love child._ _Give me a kiss, baby love child._ _Do it again._ "Know I remember why this is the favorite part of my morning." She winked at him. Rocko gave a gawky laugh and tugged at the collar of his shirt again. "Ah, I'm-I'm glad." "So…I'll see you later tonight?" Alicia asked playfully. "Oh! Oh yes. That would be righto. Um…dinner then?" He mumbled through a smile, timidly tapping his fingers together. Alicia reached out and lovingly stroked the side of his muzzle. "It's a date." _We are in bed at night,_ _I can see what you want._ _You want me yes you do,_ _Aishitemasu. ()_ _I know how you feel,_ _You have all of my heart._ _I give you myself._ _Forever and ever._ Rocko's smile became fuller and more relaxed at her touch and he stood back as she closed the door. She gave him one last smile before pulling away and heading down the street. Rocko started to shrink in her rear view mirror, his hand rising and giving her a wave before disappearing. Alicia continued down the neighborhood, delivering letters and packages, the smile never leaving her face. The radio continued to play and Alicia's thoughts were filled with the awkward, silly wallaby just a few blocks back that no one could seem to understand why she was dating. They didn't need to understand. She understood and she thanked some divine power for the day that letter found its way into her hands. Alicia carried on with her day with her smile and a warm feeling of eagerness in her stomach. She couldn't wait for tonight. _We are in love, baby love child._ _I take you so high, groovy love child._ _Give me a kiss, baby love child._ _Do it again._ * * _A/N: There you go. Rocko is so adorably goofy. Hopefully this will get the creative juices flowing again. Cya soon! _ _*Aishitemasu is Japanese for 'I love you'._ End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Romance	Fanfiction	null	11,027	9,767.6
null	Rocko's Modern Life Bend It Like Bendova (Rocko's Uvula Who?) From the moment Rocko stepped into the Chokey Chicken on a November night, Heffer and Filburt could tell that something was wrong with their mutual friend. His soft-spoken Australian accent had been replaced with a low-pitched, raspy gurgle that was difficult to comprehend. To Rocko's delight, Filburt decided to whip out his shell phone and dial his wife Dr. Hutchison about the wallaby's woes. "It sounds to me like the boy needs to get his tonsils out," said Hutch cheerily. "Send him over to my office and I'll get him all fixed up in a jiffy, 'kay?" So after dinner, Rocko got into Filburt's '77 Buick and they set off for the newly named Hutchison Hospital. After 37 stints in various medical fields, Hutch had finally hit the big time performing tonsillectomies and other surgeries, becoming O-Town's highest paid physician and spoiling the chronically unemployed Filburt rotten with a lifetime's supply of fish sticks. And as Rocko sat in the waiting room reading its only Australian magazine, _Playtypus, _he realized that Hutch's great success might make her too busy to have him as a patient. Indeed, when the doctor's door swung open , Rocko was faced with his old nemesis Dr. Ben Bendova, a rodent who graduated last in his class of 1,138 at O-Town Medical School and was currently taking a quick nip of orange juice and gin from a flask normally used for urine samples. "Well, if it isn't that crazy old patient of mine, Rolo! Come on in and take a seat." Rocko followed Dr. Bendova to an uncomfortable plastic chair. "So, what ails you, Rod? Don't finish that sentence, I already know. Tonsillitis it is, then." Dr. Bendova stretched a frayed vinyl glove onto his matted violet palm and began hurriedly sifting through three years' worth of clutter in his medical cabinet for a pair of unsterilized zircon-encrusted tweezers. "I think you should sterilize those, Ben. Hand me your lighter," said a Midwestern female voice and Rocko turned his aching head to face Dr. Hutchison. "It's for the own personal safety of the client." "Out, damned cat!" roared Dr. Bendova, chugging his gin angrily. "You dare question my medical credentials when I'm with a patient? I ought to give you another hook where that one came from! Now, begone!" "Sorry, Rocko, but as Ben is my partner in this practice, I must respect his wishes," said Hutch and slid back into her cozy office. The taste of betrayal seemed rich in Rocko's throat, until he realized that was just his infected tonsils. "Open your mouth, dog," snapped Dr. Bendova, and Rocko complied as the sadistic doctor took out his tweezers and a nearby scalpel with which he began cutting away the roof of Rocko's mouth. "There, that's roomy." He then snipped away at each and every one of the wallaby's tonsils, finishing the job with a quick and painful incision in between. "Knock knock!" Dr. Bendova said, laughingly. "'Oo' 'ere?" responded Rocko, mouth ajar with pints of blood leaking from every corner of it. "Rocko's uvula!" the doctor exclaimed, proceeding to force his callused, filthy hands and tweezers out of his patient's wretched maw. "Aw-oh oo-oo-uh oo?" Rocko screamed in terror when the doctor placed before his eyes the obscure body part which once dangled like a pendulum between Rocko's tonsils, all of which were now gone forever. "Hutchison, get me my anesthesia!" yelled Dr. Bendova, like a bratty schoolboy to his overindulgent mother. "Ben, I'm busy with another patient," said Hutch. "Please get it yourself, 'kay?" Dr. Bendova began grumbling and cursing Hutch in ways which would undoubtedly cause Filburt to break from his timidness had he been present. "No anesthesia, much pain!" he snickered and turned on a drill the size of Rocko's head. In less than a minute, a man who never attended dental school had extracted each and every one of Rocko's teeth. Even Rocko's wisdom teeth, which had only started growing a month prior, had been yanked out the best Dr. Bendova could. "Now is time to hit the bars," laughed Dr. Bendova. "Friday night is pint night, and I'm not going to stop until I'm as blacked out as you would be if your little kitty friend had been nice enough to give me my anesthesia! _Sayonara_, Rizzo!" After Dr. Bendova departed, the aching Rocko got out of his chair to knock on Dr. Hutchison's door. Just then, Hutch's patient revealed herself to be Bev Bighead, Rocko's neighbor, who had received a generously sized set of silicone breast implants. "Oh, hiya, Rocko, hope these big boys didn't scare you away," said Bev, jiggling her chest flirtatiously as she strode across the waiting room in hopes of impressing her husband Ed, who instead continued ogling _Playtoad _magazine with no acknowledgment of other peoples' presences in the medical facility. "Rocko," said Hutch, "I'm sorry my busy schedule kept you from receiving adequate help. As an apology for this inconvenience, I want to give you this package." Though his compulsively chewed nails made it a struggle, Rocko successful tore open Hutch's small cardboard package, revealing a set of dentures and a prosthetic uvula. He wondered what had happened to his real uvula, fearing that Dr. Bendova was currently using it to stir his drinks at O-Town's taverns. "Take care, Rocko, 'kay?" Dr. Hutchison shut the door, sending Rocko on his way out. "Uvulectomy day is a very dangerous day," said Rocko after applying his prosthetics, and called up Heffer to drive him back home and explain his bizarre predicament. End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Horror, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	5,577	11,853.2
null	Rocko's Modern Life 1. Meeting Kate (A/N: Here it is! My first "Rocko's Modern Life" fic and it's also the appearance of my OC, Kate (her bio is on my profile)! Special thanks to MWolfL for helping me make this fic possible. I don't own "Rocko's Modern Life", but I do own Kate. Okay, here we go!) It was a nice day in O-Town, but I'm just going to get us over to Rocko's house, where Rocko is doing some work around the house. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Now who could that be?" Rocko asked himself as he went to answer the door. When he opened the door, he found Filburt standing there. "Hey, Rocko. I'm going to get Paula a new dress as my present to her for our anniversary tomorrow. But I need help finding a good dress. Can you help me?" Filburt asked. Rocko was too shy about going to a dress shop, but he wanted to help Filburt, so he said, "Okay. Let's go!" They found a dress shop somewhere in town and they started looking for a suitable dress. "Oh, fishsticks. This is going to be harder than I thought it'd be." Filburt sighed. "Maybe we should ask someone who works here for help." Rocko suggested. "You rang?" asked a voice from behind them. Startled, Rocko and Filburt turned around. There stood a female wallaby (she's similar in appearance to the girl Rocko liked in "I See London, I See France") in a cyan dress with matching shoes, and she was wearing a name tag that said 'Kate'. Apparently, she worked here. "Uhh, we were looking for a... dress." Rocko said, still uncomfortable about being in a dress shop. "The dress is an anniversary present for my wife." Filburt explained. "Oh. I'll help you find one." said the female wallaby. "Thanks... 'Kate'." Rocko said, seeing her name tag. "No prob. Come on." Kate said. And so they were looking for a dress. While they were looking, they talked to each other to avoid awkward silence. However, Filburt was still hunting for the perfect dress for his wife, but Rocko and Kate seemed to enjoy talking to each other. Kate enjoyed talking to Rocko, and she really liked him. Eventually, they found a lot of pretty dresses in one area, but Filburt didn't know which dress was perfect for his wife. He picked one out and asked Rocko to help him compare the other dresses to it, and so Rocko complied. "Wow, Rocko is such a nice friend. There aren't many guys who would help a friend in a dress shop." Kate said to herself. She was starting to like Rocko a little more. A few minutes later, Filburt decided which dress was the right one (A/N: Use your imagination to decide how pretty it was), so he was going to pay for it. "Okay, follow me, and I'll go ring it up for ya." Kate said. On the way to the cash register, Rocko gathered enough courage to give Kate his phone number (Kate added his number to her cell phone's contact list). After Filburt paid for the dress, Kate looked over to Rocko and said, "I'll call ya tonight." "Okay..." Rocko said, love hearts emanating from him. "Oh boy, let's go." said Filburt, dragging Rocko outside. So Chapter 1 is finished. I know it's not much, but we'll see more as the story progresses. Please stay tuned for Chapter 2, and please review, but DON'T flame me! 2. Hanging Out (A/N: Okay, here's Chapter 2! Let's get going!) That evening, when Kate returned to her apartment, she was thinking about calling Rocko, like she said she would, but she was really nervous. Sure, she had been able to talk to him in person, but still... She was so nervous, she waited a week before calling him. Even then, she was still nervous. At Rocko's house, the phone rang. Rocko hurried to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" he said. "Rocko, it's me, Kate." came the reply. "Oh, hi, Kate." Rocko said. "Please forgive me for not calling last week." Kate said. "It's okay." Rocko told her. "All right. So... I was hoping we could hang out sometime..." Kate said, sounding nervous. "Maybe this weekend?" Rocko suggested. "The weekend is good. Maybe Saturday afternoon?" Kate replied. "Alright. But where?" Rocko asked. "The malt shop?" Kate suggested. (A/N: My "Malt Shop Memories" CDs gave me the idea.) "Okay." said Rocko. "Alright. I'll see ya then." Kate said. "You too." Rocko said. Then they hung up. Rocko couldn't wait to see Kate again, and Saturday wasn't that far from now. _Saturday_... When Rocko awoke on Saturday morning, he was excited at the idea of seeing Kate again, but he was also nervous, because he didn't really hang out with girls all that much. Meanwhile, Kate was just feeling nervous. It had been a while since she hung out, even longer since she hung out with a guy. But she needed to get out and have fun every now and again. That afternoon, Rocko and Kate got to the malt shop at the exact same moment. They found a quiet place to sit and talk, but they weren't sure what to talk about. "We could talk about our interests." Rocko said. "That's a good idea." Kate replied. So they talked about their interests, and every now and again, they found something that they were both interested in, which was nice. And as they spoke to each other, they didn't feel so nervous. (A/N: During the conversation, Kate gave Rocko a piece of paper that had her home and cell phone numbers on it. Now he has a way to contact her!) Later, the two went home, feeling satisfied. Wow! They're getting along pretty well. Stay tuned for Chapter 3, and please review, but DON'T flame me! 3. More Than Friends? (A/N: Here's Chapter 3. Now let's find out what'll happen!) It had been a month since Rocko and Kate started hanging out. They were close friends, and they really seemed to like each other. Life was sweet. One day, Rocko was at home, watching T.V., and Kate was there, too. They were sitting on the couch, just content to have some time together. Just then, the doorbell rang. Rocko got up and opened the door, and Heffer was there. "Hi, Rocko." said Heffer. "Hi, Heff. Come in." Rocko said. So Heffer entered the house. When he saw Kate, he turned to Rocko and said, "Who is the girl?" "Hang on a second." said Rocko. He looked over at Kate, and she got up and walked over to Rocko and Heffer. Rocko introduced Kate and Heffer to each other. Now Rocko, Kate, and Heffer were all talking about random stuff. Then Kate's cell phone rang. "Hello?" Kate said as she answered the cell phone. After the person on the other end replied, Kate said, "Hold on." Kate turned to Rocko and said, "My mom's on the phone. I'll take the call outside." "Okay." Rocko said as Kate walked outside. "You must really like Kate, huh?" Heffer asked Rocko. "Yeah..." said Rocko. "I think you like her as more than a friend." Heffer said. "What?" Rocko asked, wondering if he heard correctly. "Do you like her as more than a friend?" Heffer repeated. "Why do you ask?" Rocko asked, blushing. He did like Kate as more than a friend, but he wasn't about to admit that. "I think you _do_." Heffer said. "Heff, Kate's a friend, and nothing more." Rocko said, wishing Heffer would drop the subject. "Are you _sure_?" Heffer asked. "Heffer..." Rocko said in a warning tone. "Okay, I won't ask if she's your girlfriend." Heffer replied. "What?" Kate asked as she came back inside the house. "Oh no..." Rocko groaned. All he could think was, "_Way to go_, _Heff_. _You just had to keep at it_, _didn_'_t ya_?" "Rocko, there's something I should tell you." Kate said. Sensing that they needed to be alone, Heffer went outside. "Kate, Heff only jumped to that conclusion. I told him that me and you are just friends, and _only_ friends." Rocko explained, worried about Kate's reaction. "I understand, Rocko." Kate said. At this, Rocko heaved a sigh of relief. "Anyway, I'm not ready for a new boyfriend." Kate added. "'New' boyfriend? You've been in a relationship before?" Rocko asked. "I've been in several relationships, and the guys were total jerks." Kate said, looking sad. "Sorry to hear that, Kate..." Rocko said. "It wasn't your fault." Kate told him. "I know." Rocko said. Then he asked, "We're still friends, right?" "Of course we are." Kate said. Rocko heaved another sigh of relief. He was still Kate's friend, and he was going to be an understanding friend that she could count on. Whoa! That was a close one for Rocko. If Rocko proves to Kate that she can rely on him, maybe Kate will give love another chance... Stay tuned, and please review, but DON'T flame me! 4. Kate Meets The Bigheads (A/N: Okay, here's Chapter 4. Let's begin!) It was a quiet evening in O-Town. At Rocko's house, Rocko and Kate were in the front yard, watching the sunset. They didn't really have much to say to each other, but since they were content to spend time together, everything was okay. Suddenly, a loud voice yelled, "ROCKO! GET YOUR DOG OUT OF MY YARD!" That startled Rocko and Kate. "Who was that?" Kate asked. "That was Mr. Bighead." Rocko replied. He went to go get Spunky, and Mr. Bighead was yelling at Rocko for Spunky being in his yard. Rocko was clearly unhappy that Mr. Bighead was yelling at him while Kate was around, and knowing that she was hearing this wasn't good. Yes, Kate was hearing this, and she didn't like it one bit. She wondered why Rocko didn't stand up to Mr. Bighead. "_Why doesn_'_t he stand up to that guy_?" Kate wondered. She figured that Rocko wasn't standing up to him because she was around. Well, she wasn't about to let Mr. Bighead yell at him like that! "_I_'_ll do something about this_!" Kate decided. She got up and went over there to give Mr. Bighead a piece of her mind. "Hey, you! Leave him alone!" Kate yelled, startling Mr. Bighead and Rocko. "Kate, what are you doing?" Rocko asked Kate in a whisper, looking really nervous. "I won't let him yell at you." Kate whispered back. "Hey, you stay out of this." Mr. Bighead told Kate. "If you leave Rocko alone, then maybe I will." Kate replied. "You can't make me leave him alone." Mr. Bighead said. "Oh yeah? Says you and what army?" Kate asked. "_This_ army!" Mr. Bighead declared, holding up his fists. Suddenly, Mrs. Bighead came outside, and she yelled, "Ed, I heard you yelling at Rocko and his friend!" "But... his friend was..." Mr. Bighead began. "She was standing up for Rocko, and she was right to do that. Now go inside and think about what you've done." Mrs. Bighead said. "But..." Mr. Bighead started. "Inside!" Mrs. Bighead yelled. Mr. Bighead groaned and went inside the house to sulk. "Thanks for stopping him. He was getting annoying." Kate said. "No problem. So, who are you?" Mrs. Bighead asked Kate. "I'm Kate." Kate said. "She's my friend." Rocko said. "Nice to meet you, Kate." Mrs. Bighead said. "The pleasure's all mine." Kate said. After a few minutes, Rocko, Kate, and Spunky went back to Rocko's front yard to watch the sunset again. "Kate, standing up to Mr. Bighead took guts How were you able to do it?" Rocko asked Kate. "What kind of friend would I be if I let him yell at you like that?" Kate asked. "You have a point. Thanks, Kate." Rocko said, feeling lucky to have Kate in his life. Whoo, Mr. Bighead was MEAN, but Kate wouldn't let him yell at Rocko. Stay tuned, and please review! 5. In Love (A/N: Now we're at Chapter 5! Let's see what Rocko and Kate go through in this chapter!) Several weeks have gone by, and Kate still isn't ready for love again. Rocko figured that her previous boyfriends must've been pretty bad, even though Kate hardly talked about them. But he figured that she really didn't want to talk about them, so he didn't ask. One night, Rocko and Kate were at Kate's apartment, where they'd been watching a movie. Anyway, the movie was long and not very interesting, so they were asleep on the couch. Right now, Kate was having a rather unpleasant dream. (In Kate's dream...) Kate was surrounded by her previous boyfriends. They were all unhappy with her for breaking up with them. "Why did you break up with me?" they were asking her. "You each know why I broke up with you. So don't ask!" Kate told them. "Well, you weren't specific enough." they told her. "I was as specific as specific could be!" Kate said. "That's what _you_ think! Now you're gonna get it from each of us!" her most recent boyfriend said. "No! Don't you dare! Stay away from me!" Kate yelled, getting scared. "Too late!" another boyfriend said. Before they could get her, Kate screamed. (End of dream...) Rocko awoke with a start when he heard Kate screaming. "No! No! Go away!" Kate screamed, thrashing about in her sleep, still dreaming. "Kate! Wake up!" Rocko cried, grabbing Kate by her shoulders and shaking her. Kate woke up right away! Seconds later, she realized that she had been dreaming, as she was in her apartment, and Rocko was there with her. "Oh, it was only a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream!" Kate exclaimed. "Kate, what happened?" Rocko asked, genuinely concerned. "It was awful! My previous boyfriends were there, and they were going to get me for breaking up with them!" Kate said, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Kate, what were they like? If it upsets you, you don't have to tell me about them, so-" Rocko started, but Kate interrupted, telling him, "After that nightmare I had, I should tell you what they were like." "Okay. Whatever you say." Rocko shrugged. Kate took a deep breath before saying, "Well, they were lousy, dirty, rotten, cheating, good-for-nothing lowlifes! I don't know what I saw in them! But that dream... It was horrible!" As she remembered the dream, Kate started to cry. Rocko was obviously disgusted that her boyfriends were that way. Still, he was too concerned about Kate to worry about the behavior of her previous boyfriends. Rocko wrapped his arms around Kate, and he pulled her close, allowing her to cry on his shoulder. "It's alright, Kate. You just had a bad dream. Bad dreams can't hurt you." Rocko said. "It was so real!" Kate wept. "Don't worry. They won't hurt you. I won't let them get close to you. And if I were your boyfriend, I'd be honest, faithful, understanding, caring, loving, patient, and I wouldn't be _anything_ like your previous boyfriends." Rocko said. "What?" Kate asked, lifting her head and looking at him, though her vision was still blurred by tears. "Uhh... I'm here for you, Kate. Everything will be okay." Rocko quickly said, but he was blushing, realizing that what he said was a hint that he liked her as more than a friend. Kate thought about what Rocko said (when he said he would be unlike her past boyfriends), and she realized that he was different from her previous boyfriends. And Rocko was more likable than those guys... "Rocko..." Kate said. "Yes, Kate?" Rocko asked. "I suppose I could give romance another try." Kate replied. "That's nice." Rocko said. "With you, of course." Kate added. "What?" Rocko asked, wondering if Kate said what he thought she said. "I'll give romance another try, with you." Kate told him. "_Really_?" Rocko squeaked out, surprised. "Yes, Rocko. I love you." Kate told him. "I love you, too, Kate." Rocko replied. They looked each other in the eyes, and then the space between them vanished. They were kissing. After a few blissful moments, they pulled apart. "Kate, I meant it when I said I wouldn't be like your past boyfriends." Rocko told her. "I know. I can tell that you're better than they could ever hope to be." Kate replied. The two shared another kiss before they realized how late it was. "Did you want me to stay in case you have another nightmare?" Rocko asked. "I'll be fine. See ya." Kate said. "See ya." said Rocko, and with that, he left Kate's apartment, made his way to his car, and drove home, hardly able to believe what had happened. Wow! Rocko and Kate are boyfriend and girlfriend now! That's amazing! Stay tuned, and please review, but DON'T flame me! 6. Meeting Kate's Parents (A/N: Okay, here's Chapter 6.) Rocko and Kate have been boyfriend and girlfriend for a month, and they really do love each other. They've never been happier. One day, Kate decided that it was high time her parents met Rocko. When she mentioned this to Rocko, he couldn't help feeling nervous. (They're at Rocko's house right now.) "But... what if they don't like me?" Rocko asked Kate nervously. "Look, I told Mom and Dad that you're the complete opposite of my past boyfriends, and they like that. You've got nothing to worry about." Kate said. "Are you _sure_?" Rocko asked. "Yes, Rocko, I'm sure." Kate said. "Oh, all right. So when do I get to meet them?" Rocko asked. "How about Saturday?" Kate suggested. "That's tomorrow." Rocko said. "Is it alright?" Kate asked. "Saturday is fine." Rocko replied. "All right. I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, and then we'll go to their place." Kate said. "See ya then." Rocko said. After a quick kiss, Kate drove home. _Saturday afternoon..._ Rocko was feeling incredibly nervous. He didn't know what Kate's parents would think of him. Sure, Kate said that her parents liked that he was the opposite of her previous boyfriends, but he wasn't so sure about that. Well, he'd find out real soon. Just then, he heard a car horn honk outside. A look out the window let him know that Kate was here. Rocko went outside, and got in the front passenger seat of Kate's car. "Ready?" Kate asked. "I guess." Rocko sighed. "It's gonna be alright." Kate said, putting a Beatles CD into the car's CD player. As soon as the music started, Rocko and Kate were singing along, and Rocko forgot how nervous he was. Minutes later, Kate saw her parents' house, and she said, "Well, here we are." Rocko instantly became nervous again. Kate held Rocko's hand as they walked up to the front door. When they got there, Kate rang the doorbell. "Who's there?" asked a voice on the other side of the door. "It's me, Kate." Kate said. The door opened, and her parents stood there. They were happy to see Kate, and Kate introduced them to Rocko. "So you're Kate's new boyfriend. It's nice to meet you." Kate's mom said. Rocko just smiled nervously. "Well, come on in." Kate's dad said. Kate led Rocko inside. At first, Rocko was too nervous to say anything, but Kate helped him relax, and then he wasn't nervous anymore. Kate's parents could sense that Kate really did love Rocko, and that Rocko loved her back. "He really does love her, doesn't he?" Kate's mom asked her husband. "It's nice to see that he's nothing like Katie's previous boyfriends." Kate's dad said. (A/N: Kate's dad always calls Kate 'Katie'.) Later, Kate's dad was talking to Rocko, and he told Rocko, "It's been a long time since I've seen Katie as happy as she is now. Thank you for helping her love again." "Kate's really special to me, and I love her with all my heart. And I promise that I'll never do anything to upset her." Rocko said. "You're a good person, Rocko. I'm glad Katie found love with you." Kate's dad said. An hour later, Rocko and Kate left. Kate's parents liked Rocko. "If those 2 decide to get married, they've already got my blessing." said Kate's mother. "And Rocko is like the son I never had." Kate's dad said. Wow! Kate's parents really like Rocko! Stay tuned for Chapter 7, and please review. No flames, please. 7. Will You? (A/N: Let's see where Chapter 7 takes us. This should be a good chapter.) Rocko and Kate were boyfriend and girlfriend for 3 months now, and with each passing day, they fell more in love with each other. Those crazy kids were so in love, one would expect them to be married by now. Anyway, Rocko was thinking about marriage, but he wasn't ready yet. He didn't even know if Kate was ready for marriage, so he was going to wait. One night, after a nice date, Rocko finally realized that he was ready for marriage. "I'm ready for it." Rocko told himself. When he fell asleep, he dreamed about spending the rest of his life with Kate. The next day, Rocko went out and bought the ring. The ring was just a silver band, set with a pearl. "I hope Kate likes it." Rocko said to himself as he paid for the ring. Even though Rocko was ready for marriage, he was nervous about proposing. Still, it would be a few days before they could spend some more time together, and so Rocko decided to use those days to work up the courage to propose. Then came the day when he and Kate were able to spend time together. Actually, it was evening, and the sun was about to set. Rocko and Kate were outside, watching the sunset together, holding each other close. "(sigh) How romantic..." Kate sighed, leaning against Rocko's shoulder. "What is?" Rocko asked. He had been trying to figure out how to pop the question, and Kate interrupted his train of thought. "Just being here with you, watching the sunset." Kate replied, snuggling even closer. "Yeah, this is romantic." Rocko agreed. Suddenly, he remembered that he was going to ask her the question, and his courage was slipping away. "_Now_ _or_ _never_." Rocko thought. "Kate, you know that I love you, right?" Rocko nervously asked. "Of course I do. I love you, too." Kate replied as she kissed him on the nose. "Well... uhh... oh dear..." Rocko said, his courage still disappearing. "Is something wrong?" Kate asked. Before his courage disappeared completely, Rocko pulled out the ring box, showed Kate the ring, and quickly said, "I love you, Kate. Will you marry me?" Kate gasped. She was speechless! Rocko, meanwhile, was sweating bullets, wondering what Kate would say. He was a nervous wreck. CLIFFHANGER! We'll find out what Kate's response will be in the next chapter! So stay tuned and please review! 8. Accepting & Planning (A/N: Sorry to have kept you in suspense. Let's see what Kate's response is!) For a while, Kate wasn't able to say anything. She was stunned to silence. But then... "I DO!" Kate exclaimed, giving Rocko the biggest hug she'd ever given anyone. Rocko heaved a sigh of relief and slipped the ring on Kate's finger. "Do you like it?" Rocko asked. "It's perfect, Rocko! I love it as much as I love you!" Kate replied, pulling him into a kiss. Rocko happily returned the kiss. "Hey! Keep it down over there!" yelled a familiar voice from next door. Rocko and Kate pulled apart to see Mr. Bighead in his front yard. "ED! Leave the neighbors alone!" Mrs. Bighead yelled. Mr. Bighead muttered something to himself, but at least he wasn't yelling at Rocko and Kate. "Well, I guess we should start planning the wedding, right?" Kate asked. "Exactly. But where are we going to begin?" Rocko asked. "We should decide who we're inviting to the wedding." Kate said. "That'll be easy." Rocko said. So they went inside and started making the guest list. Once that was done, they had to work on the invitations. "Oh, this is going to be an undertaking." Kate said. "Not so!" came a mysterious voice from nowhere. "Who was that?" Rocko asked, grabbing onto Kate out of fear. "It was me!" said the same voice. And then Peachy-Author appeared. "Hey, it's Peachy-Author!" Kate said. "Who's Peachy-Author?" Rocko asked. "I'm the author of this story." I said. "So, you said that working on the invitations won't be an undertaking. How so?" Kate asked. "Like this!" I replied. I snapped my fingers, and the right amount of invitations appeared right before the young couple. "How did you do that?" Rocko asked me. "It's my little secret." I told him. (A/N: Don't ask.) "Well, we can send out the invitations tomorrow." Kate said. "Right." said Rocko. Then he asked Kate, "When are we getting married?" "In early summer?" Kate suggested. "During June?" Rocko asked. "Yeah." Kate said. "Sounds good." Rocko said. "Well, June isn't that far away. But you guys will be ready before then, right?" I asked. "Right!" said Rocko and Kate, and then they shared a kiss. Won't be long before the wedding! Stay tuned, and please review! 9. Still Planning (A/N: So here's Chapter 9! Let's see what those lovebirds are up to!) Rocko and Kate were planning their wedding. So far, they'd planned on where they were going to spend their honeymoon, the wedding date, and several other things. Today, they're at Rocko's house, and Heffer and Filburt are present. Rocko just told Heffer and Filburt that he and Kate are now engaged, and that they'll be married in June. "So she _is_ your girlfriend!" Heffer said. "Until June. Then she's my wife." Rocko said. "That's right. So have you picked the best man yet?" Filburt asked. "Well, that's pretty much why I called you guys over here." Rocko said. "I wanna be best man!" Heffer said. "So do I!" said Filburt. "Relax, boys! Rocko said that whoever isn't best man can be a groomsman!" Kate told them. "What does a groomsman do?" asked Heffer. "He stands next to the groom and best man." Rocko said. "Anyone can do that." Filburt said. "So you wanna be the groomsman?" Heffer asked him. "I didn't say that." Filburt replied. "This is going to be harder than I thought." Rocko facepalmed. However, Heffer and Filburt talked it over, and in a few short minutes, Filburt decided to be the groomsman, so Heffer was the best man. "Now that that's taken care of, what else should we do?" Rocko asked. "We'll have to shop for wedding clothes someday." Kate said. "All right, we'll worry about that later. How about the cake?" Rocko suggested. "Ooh! What flavor is it gonna be?" Heffer asked. "Red velvet." Kate and Rocko answered together. "Is red velvet good?" Filburt asked. "You bet!" Kate smiled. "So what else needs to be taken care of?" Heffer asked. "Are we done planning?" Rocko asked. "Let's see..." said Kate, looking at the list of things that needed to be taken care of. Everything was checked off. Seeing this, Kate said, "We're all done planning!" "We are?" Rocko asked. "You are?" Heffer and Filburt asked. "Read it and weep." Kate said, handing the list to Rocko. About 15 seconds later, Rocko said, "She's right." "So what do we do now?" asked Heffer. "Anyone wanna play Nintendo 64?" Kate asked, holding up a N64 controller. "Okay!" Rocko, Heffer, and Filburt said in unison. So they played games on the Nintendo 64. But the best is yet to come! The following chapter is the wedding! Stay tuned, and please review! 10. The Wedding (A/N: Well, here it is! Rocko and Kate's wedding! I'm going to start it now, knowing how eager you are to find out how it's gonna go!) It was a pleasant summer morning in O-Town. The weather wasn't too hot, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and it was a perfect day for a wedding. Yes, today is Rocko and Kate's wedding day. Let's see what they're up to on this fine morning. At Rocko's house, Rocko just woke up. "What day is it?" Rocko asked himself. A look at the calendar answered his question. Today's date had a heart drawn around it, and in that heart were the words 'Wedding Day'. "Oh yeah, today's the day I marry Kate, the woman I love." Rocko said, smiling at the thought of Kate. Then he realized what he just said, and he yelled, "I'M GETTING MARRIED! I HAVE TO GET READY!" Rocko immediately leaped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to shower. After his shower, he went downstairs to have breakfast (a light breakfast, due to nervousness). When he finished breakfast, he ran back upstairs to change into his sharp, black tuxedo. He looked at his reflection, and boy, did he look nice. "Well, I'm ready, but the wedding is still hours away. I'll just watch some T.V. until it's time to go." Rocko said. So he turned on the T.V. and surfed through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Over at Kate's apartment, Kate was up and about, getting ready for her wedding. So far, she had showered, eaten breakfast, and she was wearing her wedding dress. With nothing else to do, Kate decided to listen to music on the computer to calm her nerves a bit. Several hours later, there was was a knock at the door. "Now who could that be?" Kate wondered aloud as she opened the door. Her parents were standing there. "Looks like you're all ready for today." Kate's mom said. "My little girl is all grown up." Kate's dad said, looking at his daughter with pride. "Well, I'm ready to go when you guys are." Kate said to her parents. She followed them out to their car, and they drove to the chapel. Meanwhile, Rocko was on his way to the chapel with his mom, dad, and younger sister. He was nervous, but his family did their best to calm him down. When they got to the chapel, Rocko didn't have to wait long for Heffer to show up, and then Filburt, Paula, and their kids arrived. Filburt and Heffer followed Rocko to the altar, and they stood there, watching as the guests arrived and sat down. "Where's the minister?" Filburt asked Rocko. Just then, I appeared at the altar. "Wait, Peachy-Author is the minister?" Rocko asked. "Yep! Didn't Kate tell you?" I asked. "I don't remember..." Rocko said. "So, how much longer do we have to wait?" Heffer asked. "Not too long." I replied. As if on cue, we heard the familiar intro of "Here Comes The Bride". Everyone saw Kate's father walking his daughter down the aisle. "Oh my..." Rocko said, unable to take his eyes off of Kate. "Are you okay, Rocko?" Heffer whispered. "She's so beautiful..." Rocko sighed, love hearts emanating from him. "He'll come around when Kate gets here." Filburt whispered to Heffer. After a minute or so, Kate reached the altar, and her father gave her a kiss before he sat down next to his wife. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Rocko and Kate in holy matrimony." I said. "Whoo-hoo!" Heffer cheered. "I'll ignore that." I said to myself. Then I looked at Kate and said, "Kate, do you take Rocko to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" "I do..." Kate replied, tears of joy streaming down her face. I then turned to Rocko and asked him, "Rocko, do you take Kate to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" "I do..." Rocko said lovingly, giving his bride a sweet smile. "If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." I said. The only sound heard was the sound of crickets chirping. "By the power invested in me, I now pronouce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" I announced. Rocko swept Kate into his arms, and they shared true love's kiss. Everyone cheered for the couple, but a few people did get teary-eyed at the scene. "And they'll live happily ever after!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes as I watched the couple. "Let's go to the reception." Rocko said. So we all went to where the reception would be held, and we had a great time. By the time the first stars appeared in the night sky, the reception was over, and Rocko and Kate were going to leave for their honeymoon, and we all saw them off. Their happily ever after had just begun! The End What a wonderful way to end the story! Rocko and Kate are living happily ever after. Please review, but flames will NOT be accepted! End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Friendship, Romance	Fanfiction	null	31,235	15,752.3
null	Rocko's Modern Life Rocko Gets Intimate With A Giant Talking Foot (TROLL FIC) JOKE PAIRING: Rocko X Gordon (WARNING: You might need therapy after reading this.) One day, Rocko got a dental operation from Filburt in a giant stadium with a massive audience of people watching...but that's not the weird part. Then, Filburt ambiguously and accidentally hinted at having a bit of a fetish for Rocko's feet. Still not the strange part... Next, one of Rocko's teeth suddenly turned into a Godzilla-size monster tooth and starting wrecking the entire city...but that's not even the strange part. The strange part is THIS! "Hey kids! I'm Gordon! I'm a talking human foot!" AAA! AAA! AAA! AAA! "Rocko visited the dentist, and now his teeth are extra shiny clean! You betcha!" AAA! AAA! AAA! AAA! I'm outta here! And so the Nostalgia Critic ran out of his house screaming like an idiot. Little did he know that he had been watching the COMPLETELY uncut version of the episode, which featured an extended ending scene where Rocko f*ed Gordon silly since the show's creators clearly had a slight foot fetish themselves (seriously, just watch all the episodes and you'll start to see what I'm talking about). And so the real, forbidden, never-before-been story begins. Although there was really nothing wrong with the original Rocko's Modern Life series, you should probably keep this story out of a child's reach. BEGIN! After the credits finished rolling, Rocko, unbeknownst to his loyal and devoted fans who had just watched one of the most glorious episodes of the already incredibly godly and amazing series...whispered into Gordon's nonexistent ear with a gaily sexual undertone. "I love you, Gordon. I'm going to give you the foot massage of your life...even though you technically already ARE a foot!" Rocko whispered. "Oh, you cheeky boy, that just makes it even better!" Gordon playfully whispered back. At that remark, Rocko removed his clothes, unaware that Heffer and Filburt were filming him on video camera in the TV network security room. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness one of the seven wonders of the world." Heffer began, facing into the screen. "At about 11:30, eastern standard time, through THIS security camera, our buddy Rocko will give Gordon the giant talking foot a glorious foot massage." "And he ain't dressed for the occasion, if you know what I mean..." Filburt explained. "Y-Y-Yup! You heard right!" Heffer clarified. "He's COMPLETELY...NAAAKEEED!" "WITH NO CLOTHES ON!" Filburt yelled overdramatically and redundantly with an insanely overexcited look in his eyes. And so the nasty anthropomorphic foot sex began. Filburt got out a pair of binoculars and a barf bag while Heffer pulled out a bag of chips and a barf bag. Rocko was spanking the ball of Gordon's sole with his tail while Gordon was sucking Rocko's penis. Rocko jizzed into Gordon's mouth and began cleaning out the gaps between Gordon's toes with his tongue. Gordon then stepped on Rocko and rubbed his sweaty sole all over Rocko before pooping excrement out of his heel into Rocko's mouth and peeing urine out of his eyeballs into Rocko's nose. "OH MY GOD! MY EYES!" Filburt screamed. "Even I can't look at this bullshit! Heffer! GIVE ME THE GOD-DAMNED POTATO CHIP BAG! I'M ABOUT TO FING PUKE MY BALLS OUT!" "You're weird, Filburt." Heffer replied. "JUST GIVE THE FING POTATO CHIP BAG, FOR F'S SAKE! JESUS FING CHRIST!" Filburt yelled at him. "They don't pay me enough for this shit!" "Who's they?" Heffer asked. "GOD DAMN IT, HEFFER, I'M TALKING ABOUT THE FING ANIMATORS WATCHING OVER US!" Filburt began screaming. "WHAT IN THE HOLY MOTHER OF F WERE THEY THINKING?! WHO IN THE F* CAME UP WITH THIS SHIT? I WANT TO F*ING STRANGLE THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS! MY BARE, FING, SPERM-SOAKED HANDS!" Heffer made a "cuckoo" sign to the audience and told Filburt to eat a Snickers. After furiously vomiting into the potato chip bag, Filburt realized that the Snickers bar was at the bottom of the bag. Filburt reached in, grabbed it, and ate it anyway, and then barfed into the bag again. Meanwhile, Gordon had stomped Rocko into a fine paste, ate him, regurgitated him, ate him again, passed him through his foot digestive system, pooped him out through his heel, and squeezed him between his squirming toes. "NOTHING STRANGE GOING ON HERE, NO SIREE, LA LA LA LA LA LAA LA!" Filburt and Heffer sang in unison; you could tell that they had both gone completely insane from the horror that they were witnessing. Gordon extended his eye tentacles out of his eye sockets, allowing Rocko to suck on Gordon's optical balls while Gordon extended his slimy tongue into Rocko's poop hole. Gordon then ejaculated foot sperm out of his toenails and Rocko's entire body was covered with the smelly white stuff. Filburt and Heffer were forced to use Heffer's extra set of overalls as a barf bag; they had both almost passed out from the sheer amount of vomiting they had done. "What in the hell are we watching? What in God's name is this? Why the f** are we watching this shit happen? I don't think I'll ever sleep again." Filburt monologued. "You said it, partner..." Heffer replied. "I think my eyes are bleeding." "Mine too..." Filburt replied in exhaustion. "What we really need to see now is a mental doctor." "What about the medical doctor?" Heffer pointed out. "Oh yeah, that too." Filburt replied. "Hey, wanna see how many times we can lightly bang our heads against the wall before we pass out?" "Why not?" Heffer replied. "I think I've just lost all faith in animality." "Me...too..." Filburt replied with his last breath as both him and Heffer fainted onto the floor from excessive amounts of eye bleeding and complete mental exhaustion. Rocko had just finished using his tail to pick Gordon's foot nose and feed the hairy sweaty boogers into Gordon's mouth, and thus the graphic foot sex scene ended. "Thanks a lot, little buddy!" Gordon thanked Rocko. "That really tickled! I hope you weren't weirded out by my incredibly bizarre bodily functions!" "Not in the slightest, mate!" Rocko replied, still managing to hold his puke in. "Good-bye!" Rocko ran outside, shot himself right through the brain, and puked out his entire skeleton while doing so. A mysterious light blue hand with an orange striped sleeve then reached down from the sky, grabbed Rocko's soul, and lifted it up into the heavens. As it turned out, this hand was the hand of God, who sentenced Rocko to a full week in hell. God used his fingers to flick Rocko into hell, where he saw that he was instantly surrounded by talking feet. Rocko screamed his brain out and ran for his afterlife. One week later, God painfully and amusingly revived Rocko back into the real world for the next episode, showing yet again what a sick mockery Rocko's childhood truly was. All's well that ends well, even when it involves various types of immense physical pain followed by a giant TV falling over and crushing everyone except you. THAT WAS A HOOT. End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Horror, Parody	Fanfiction	null	7,079	20,546.5
null	Rocko's Modern Life The 500 Shirts of Rocko Wallaby One morning, Rocko the wallaby woke up as he did every morning after sleeping in his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. However, the millisecond he took his Hawaiian shirt off, another, identical copy of it appeared on his pudgy wimpy body! "What in the blazes?" Rocko wondered, bewildered. "How is this possible, even by cartoon logic standards? And don't I already have enough copies of this stupid shirt hung up in me closet? "Heck, I've got so many darned copies of this flipping shirt in there that I can no longer even remember which one is supposed to be me 'lucky' one! Gee whiz! Well, I suppose I'm gonna have to take a shower with at least half of me clothes on now..." Rocko thought it to be terribly ironic that he was wearing clothing while taking a shower, but in the end it worked out and he was relieved that he didn't have to worry about Heffer and Filburt spying on him again. "Oh, gosh, I'm still having painful memories of that time when those two creeps filmed me naked...gee whiz, what goes on in their heads?" After drying off, Rocko took his shirt off and another one appeared where the old one was. "Heh heh...good as new! I wonder if this is permanent..." Rocko had a little bit of time left before going to work, so, after eating his cereal and brushing his teeth, he started taking his shirt off again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. THREE MINUTES LATER... Rocko was sweating and panting, and there was a huge pile of at least 180 Hawaiian shirts laying before him. "Crikey, where are all these blasted shirts coming from? I could make a darned good profit out of selling these, I'll bet? Maybe I should try donating some of them to Goodwilliam! "Or, heck, maybe I could even let Spunky eat a few of them. I wonder what the nutritional value is? "Oh, who am I kidding? I've gotta go to work! Be a good dog, Spunky! Bye bye!" Rocko waved to Spunky while slipping his shoes on and leaving through the front door. Suddenly, he bumped into Edward Bighead, who had an angry sneering look on his face. "ROCKO!" Ed screamed straight into Rocko's face through a giant megaphone, so loudly that it blew Rocko's shirt right off, nearly busted holes through his literal eardrums, and almost blew the skin right off of his snout. Rocko's entire body was shaking from the shock, his ears were ringing in agony, and his poor brain felt like God had just crammed a giant college-size textbook into it. "Please, Ed, don't scream so loudly. I think my ears are bleeding internally..." "I'LL YELL AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS WHENEVER I DARNED WELL PLEASE, KANGAROO BOY!" Ed Bighead exclaimed in all of his trademark caps-lock glory. "I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOUR EARDRUMS HURT- WHAT?!" Ed was bewildered and confused when he saw that another shirt had appeared on Rocko's body. "WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! WHAT IS- cough cough gasp wheeze" Ed collapsed onto the ground, speechless. "Ed, wake up!" Rocko encouraged him. Ed woke up and started coughing again; Rocko realized that Ed was choking on something. "Looks like I'm gonna have to perform the Heimlich! Don't you worry, Mr. Bighead!" Rocko performed the Heimlich maneuver, causing Ed to spit out a slimy hairball that just barely missed Rocko's face and knocked a crow off of the nearby power line. "MADNESS! TREACHERY! ENCHANTMENT!" Ed started yelling. "ROCKO'S SHIRT IS ENCHANTED BY MAGIC AND IT CLONES ITSELF WHENEVER HE TAKES IT OFF! EVERYONE LOOK!" With everyone watching, Ed completely ripped Rocko's shirt off with his bare hands and tore it into shreds. The audience observed with extreme awe and bewilderment as a new shirt instantly appeared on Rocko's body! "Umm, okay, people...umm..." Rocko stood there awkwardly and nervously, thinking. "No need to freak out and panic...I've just...uh...I just...heh heh...well, I've just got an odd little, uhh, wardrobe malfunction, and uhh, heh heh...oh my GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Everyone pulled out pitchforks and torches and pursued Rocko as Rocko nearly screamed his brain out and made a run for it. Even his boss decided to join the angry mob. "My boss...in angry mob form!" Rocko said in dismay, gazing straight toward the viewers. "How could this day possibly get any worse?" Eventually he was caught and dragged into O-Town's recently built White Castle restaurant, which in Rocko's world was like a literal castle. King Heffer turned around in his throne and faced Rocko. "MAGIC IS BAD! GO TO DUNGEON RIGHT NOW!" Heffer yelled. "But, Heffer, you're my friend." Rocko sobbed. "Who cares about dumb old friendship? I was busy enjoying my hamburgers until you decided to interrupt me!" Heffer argued. "But Heffer, it wasn't my fault!" Rocko pleaded. "Believe me, I-" "LA LA LA, I'M NOT LISTENING!" Heffer replied. "I DON'T WANNA HEAR SILLY STUPID EXCUSES! THROW HIM IN THE DUNGEON!" "Yes master." Peter Wolfe replied in his fairy princess mascot uniform. Rocko was thrown in the dungeon and found himself before Filburt, who was now working as an executioner for some odd reason. "Why are you the executioner, Filburt?" Rocko asked. "Oh, no reason." Filburt replied shyly. "Just...oh, you know, a turtle's gotta do what a turtle's gotta do in order to make a living...oh, and did I mention I'm Jewish?" "Well, that's all well n' good, Filburt, but can we please just get this over with? And what does your Jewish religion have to do with your desire for money?" Rocko asked. "Oh, it's a long story...maybe later." Filburt answered. "Anyway, show me what everyone's makin' all this fuss about..." Rocko pulled his shirt off, and Filburt was strangely unsurprised when another one appeared on Rocko's body. "I dunno why, but this situation feels so familiar that I just kinda saw that one coming..." Filburt explained. "Anyway, there's nothing bad about that. I'll send you upstairs where you will deal with the King's annoying servants on the top balcony. They're the Chameleon Brothers. Anyway, ya wanna know their weakness?" "What is it? Their gayness?" Rocko asked. "Bingo." Filburt answered, giving Rocko a handshake. "Now get out there and show them who's boss!" Rocko climbed up to the top balcony of White Castle and was greeted by the Chameleon Brothers, Chuck and Leon. "HALT, stranger! Who dares disgrace the fantastic name of this fabulous castle?" they said in unison. Rocko had left a trail of shirts behind him while climbing the staircase, so Chuck and Leon were both well aware of what was going on. "Oh, what's that, little cupcake? You think you can outsmart us? You think you're more handsome than us? HA! I say! HA! HA!" they both said in unison again. "I never said anything about-" Rocko started to argue, but then a lightbulb appeared over his head and he grinned a devious grin like he was planning something. "More handsome...THAT'S IT!" Rocko thought to himself. Rocko lowered his hands to his shoes. "Wait, what are you doing?!" the Chameleon Brothers exclaimed. "Please, no! We both have an unbearable fetish for short wallabies! And feet, too! PLEASE DON'T DO IT-" At that exact moment, Rocko had completely removed both of his shoes. He flamboyantly showed off his bare soles and wiggled his bare toes right in front of Chuck and Leon's faces. "Don't I have the cutest toes?" Rocko quoted Babs Bunny. Chuck and Leon were both completely lovestruck and drooling. "SO...BEAUTIFUL...OOH LA LAA!" Both of them put their hands over their foreheads and swooned like women, toppling off the edge of the balcony; luckily, the concrete beneath them was cushioned, so they survived the fall with few injuries. Rocko slipped his shoes back on, turned around, and screamed when he saw Heffer looking at him. But for some reason Heffer looked proud of Rocko. "Rocko, this was all just a big elaborate joke! But as a reward for your bravery, I hereby declare you the new prince of White Castle!" Rocko lived happily ever after, working an overly glorified job at an overly fancy giant fast-food restaurant. Eventually, Rocko's curse was lifted and he practically forgot all about it. THE END End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	8,230	19,421.1
null	Rocko's Modern Life Fruitcake Wallaby Disclamer: Ok, so this is not the first fanfiction I've ever written. It is, however, the first I've ever published. I think Rocko's Modern Life is a _very _underrated show, that deserves a LOT more attention than it gets nowadays. Anyhow, I decided to publish this Rocko dark fic I wrote. Remember Fruitcake Man from the Christmas Episode? I decided to go into more detail about that. If you have any criticism, please let it be CONSTRUCTIVE. Thank you. Rocko's Modern Life belongs to Joe Murray, not me. It was an ongoing tradition at the O-Town Mall on Christmas Eve. Instead of the usual mall Santa, they had a Fruitcake Man. The Fruitcake Man was exactly what it says on the tin, a man made out of fruitcake. He would sit in a fancy chair, and the children would line up and each take a bite out of him, until there was nothing left but a few crumbs on the chair cushions. A new Fruitcake Man would appear next year, forced to suffer the same fate as the previous. No one knew exactly how or when this bizarre and morbid tradition started; the O-Town citizens just saw it as a normal thing. There were dozens of unanswered questions going on with this Fruitcake Man as well. Why did he appear to be a living, breathing being, who felt pain whenever the children bit into him? And where did each Fruitcake Man come from, exactly? "Hey, Rocko!" Heffer shouted. The steer stepped through the open doorway and looked around for his friend. "Rocko, I'm here! I wanna show you something!" "Coming, Heff!" came a high-pitched voice with an Australian accent from the top of the stairs. A short, beige-furred wallaby trotted down the stairs and over to his overweight friend. "What is it you want to show me?" Rocko asked him. The yellow bovine reached into his pocket and pulled out a clear, plastic bag with what looked like a chunk of purple fruitcake inside. "Remember when I got to see the Fruitcake Man last year on Christmas Eve? Well, I've been saving this piece all the way up to here in November! But I don't feel like eating it anymore. You want some?" Rocko stared at the fruit-filled pastry inside the bag. "No thanks, Heff. I don't eat fruitcake. But maybe Spunky wants it?" A small white dog with black blotches lay asleep on the couch, but as soon as he heard his owner mention his name, the dog opened his eyes, and then leapt off the couch, yapping excitedly. Rocko smiled and took the bag from Heffer. "You want some fruitcake, Spunky? You want it? Huh? Do you?" Spunky leapt up and down, still letting out his high-pitched yap. Rocko unwrapped the bag, grabbed the fruitcake, and dropped it onto the floor in front of Spunky. He watched as his dog snatched up the cake in his furry jaws, chewed it up, and swallowed it whole. After Heffer had left, Rocko was sitting on his couch, watching _Meet the Fatheads_. All of a sudden, he heard the phone ring. Rocko picked it up and held it to his left ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hi, Rocko," said a nasal-sounding voice on the other end. It was Rocko's other friend, Filburt. Filburt was a neurotic, hypochondriac turtle who wore glasses. He was married to Dr. Paula Hutchison, a cat with a hook on her right hand, and they had four kids, named Gilbert, Shellbert, Missy, and Norbert. "Filburt? Hey, what's up?" Rocko answered. "Well," the turtle continued. "Shellbert needs new shoes. I'm sick right now, and Paula is over at the hospital, removing someone's appendix, so I was wondering if you would go over to the mall to get them for me." "That's be great, Fil!" the wallaby replied. "I'll go over there right now!" Rocko hung up the phone, beaming at the thought of him doing a favor for a friend, totally unaware that that was the last time he would ever speak to Filburt again. Rocko entered the O-Town Mall carrying a shopping bag. As he walked down the hallway past hundreds of customers, he turned his head to the side and recognized the spot where they would set up the Fruitcake Man Meet-and-Eat next month. Right now, it was currently a soda stand, but Rocko couldn't help but feel chills when he stared at it, wondering which Fruitcake Man would suffer the fate that many had suffered years and years before him. The marsupial shook it off quickly, however, and continued to stroll over to his destination: the shoe store. He remembered that one Christmas eve, when his elf neighbor was being tormented by the alligator shoe salesmen, and Rocko had saved him. He stopped right in front of the doorway, wondering if those alligators remembered him, and if they wanted revenge. Rocko peeked in, and noticed that there were no alligators. He only saw a vulture lady wearing a purple dress, sitting behind the counter and playing a game on her cell phone. He stepped inside and walked over to the counter. "Hi there, ma'am. Um, I was wondering…do you have any size-4 toddler shoes?" The vulture lady turned her bald head and looked down at the small wallaby through thick-rimmed glasses. "We'll check and see," she said in a Boston accent. "I'll get Chuck to escort you." She grabbed a walkie-talkie and called into it. "Chuck! We got ourselves an Australian!" "Comin'!" shouted a thick, gravelly voice from the other end. The vulture lady, whose nametag read "Susan", put the walkie-talkie back down onto the counter. "Chuck's comin'. He should be here soon." Rocko suddenly felt the ground begin to shake. He turned his head to the left of the shoe store and noticed a doorway with stairs leading down below. An enormous shadow was crawling up those stairs, and, in less than two minutes, a huge, indigo-furred gorilla wearing a blue sweater had emerged from the aforementioned doorway. The gorilla, who was almost twice the size of Rocko's friend Heffer, peered down at Rocko and smiled. "So you're Australian, huh?" said Chuck. Rocko began to shake and sweat uncomfortably. "Um…uh…heh heh…well…" "Here, lemme have a look at you." Chuck reached down and picked up Rocko with one hairy hand. With the other hand, he began to tug at Rocko's ears, then his tail, and finally his snout. Rocko, of course, did not find this pleasant at all. "Stop! Put me down! What are you doing?!" Chuck set Rocko down and patted him on the head. "You're in fine shape, little guy." _What's going on? _Rocko thought. _I came here to buy some shoes for a friend! _ As if reading his mind, Chuck reached down, grabbed Rocko's arm, and dragged him across the carpet and over to the toddler's section. "I've got a perfect shoe for ya', pal," the gorilla said softly. "Here, how about this one?" He lifted up a turquoise-colored toddler-size shoe with navy blue stars. "Take a peek. It's a very nice shoe, you know. We have this one in all sizes, and we try to only bring it out on special occasions." Rocko looked inside the shoe. It didn't look like there was anything special about that shoe; not even on the inside. At that moment, Chuck pressed a hidden button below the shoe with his index finger, causing a green gas to spray out. Rocko coughed and gagged at the noxious fumes, and felt himself spinning around in a circle, before collapsing onto the ground in a furry heap. Chuck grinning in his face and showing rotten, yellow teeth was the last thing Rocko remembered seeing before everything turned black. "Ugh...where…wha…?" As Rocko opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his belly on a wooden table underneath a bright light. He wanted to sit up and look around, but he felt too weak to do so. Everything looked blurry. The wallaby felt a blast of hot breath hit his elongated face. Moving his eyes upwards, he made out the faint outline of Chuck the gorilla standing over him, grinning evilly. "You're gonna be our next Fruitcake Man, Kangaroo Boy." Chuck's rough voice hit Rocko's ears like a missile. "Come on. It'll be fun. Entertaining the lovely children…you like kids, don't you?" Rocko felt himself being gently lifted up off the table in two hairy arms, and carried over to the other side of the room. As his vision cleared up, Rocko could make out a large glass box sitting there, about the size of a washing machine, with all sorts of tubes stuck into the sides, and an enormous funnel sticking out of the top. "This'll be really fun…just you wait…" Chuck opened a door in the front of the glass machine and placed Rocko inside on his back. Almost immediately, Rocko felt the strength to lift his head coming back, but he still wasn't able to stand. "Chuck?" he mumbled, lifting his head up and blinking. "What's going on? Why is…?" "Just you calm down, Kangaroo Boy." Rocko could hear Chuck from outside of the glass, but he wasn't sure if Chuck could hear him. Rocko noticed Chuck walking over to a covered table and lifting off the cover, revealing a familiar-looking object. A fruitcake. A purple fruitcake with fruits and nuts all over the inside and outside, sitting on a fancy, porcelain plate. Chuck lifted up the fruitcake with two hands, carried it over to the machine that Rocko was sitting in, and dumped it into the funnel in the top. Rocko felt the soft, squishy holiday treat land on his chest and sit there, with Rocko being too weak to do anything. "Almost done." Rocko continued to hear Chuck's mocking voice calling out to him. The wallaby turned his head and saw Chuck standing by a lever in the wall. "Just gotta flip this switch…" Chuck used one hairy arm to grab hold of the lever and lift it up. A bright, white light filled the machine, and Rocko screeched in pain. It felt like every single inch of his fur-covered body was on fire! He moaned and struggled to move his limbs, but to no avail. The more he tried to fight, the more intense the burning got. Soon, the feeling changed from burning to stabbing, as if a thousand needles were being shoved into his skin at once. It hurt so much, Rocko felt tears filling his eyes and running down his furry face. Rocko suddenly felt his flesh turn into ice, and he immediately felt cold instead of hot. The poor little marsupial felt his lungs began to compress. He tried to call for help, but all that came out was a simple squeak. Rocko then felt the burning start up again, except worse. It felt ten times as scalding as French fry grease. He felt it on his eyes, groin, tongue, and even inside his throat. Rocko wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a single peep due to the tightness of his throat. After what felt like five hours of indescribable agony, the light inside the machine went out, and Rocko found himself shaking, whimpering, and curled into a fetal position, unable to move. The pain…it was all over. But he felt different. Instead of fur on his body, he felt crumbs and fruit. As soon as the muscles in his body got their movement back, he lifted up one arm and held it in front of his face. He bit his tongue and struggled not to scream. Instead of beige fur, he saw purple crumbs covered with cranberries, raisins, and hazelnuts. The fruitcake had fused with the molecules in his DNA. He was no longer a wallaby. He was now a mutant fruitcake/wallaby hybrid. He heard the door to the machine opening, saw two hairy, indigo arms reaching in, and felt those arms grabbing him by the sides, pulling him out of the machine, and gently patting him on the head. Chuck's raspy voice came back to his ears (now made of fruitcake). "Have fun as our next Fruitcake Man next month…" _Christmas Eve_ "Hey kids! It's me, Fruitcake Man! Come on over!" A sentient fruitcake in the shape of a wallaby sat in a fancy, throne-like chair with red cushions, wearing nothing but a fur cape around his neck. A line of children were standing in front of the chair. Next to the chair was a bucket where the children's parents would pay the money. The first in line was a penguin kid wearing a red baseball cap. The penguin kid leapt up on top of Rocko's lap. Rocko tried to smile, despite knowing what would happen soon. "So…um…do you want a gift?" The fruitcake-wallaby got his answer quicker than he planned to. The little penguin closed his beak on Rocko's right arm, and tugged on it. Rocko opened his mouth and let out a painful-sounding scream; it felt like every single tendon in his pastry arm was being forcefully yanked out. The penguin tugged harder and harder, until, with a sharp snapping sound, the entire limb was severed. Rocko clutched the stump where his right arm used to be, and felt tears welling up in his eyes. Despite there not being any blood, it still managed to be excruciating. As the penguin tilted his head back and swallowed the severed arm, Rocko peeked behind the kid and noticed the huge line of what appeared to be twenty-six more kids to go. He wished he could escape, but Chuck had threatened to chop him up into pieces and feed him to the pigeons if he dared. After half an hour of this agonizing experience, all that was left of Rocko was a disembodied earless fruitcake head sitting on the red cushion on the chair, sobbing and moaning in hysteric pain and sitting in a puddle of tears. Since he was no longer attached to the rest of his body, he would never be able to walk or hold things ever again. Finally, the last person in line, whom Rocko instantly recognized, walked up to the chair. "Heffer!" Rocko's head screamed. "Please don't!" The fat yellow steer smiled a big dopey grin. "How do you know my name, Fruitcake Man?" "Heffer, it's me!" "Of course it's you, Fruitcake Man! But you sound an awful lot like a friend of mine who went missing last month..." "Heffer, I'M your friend!" "Of course you're my friend, Fruitcake Man! You're everybody's friend! But I'm not talking about you; I'm talking about my other friend, Rocko the Wallaby! Now, no more talking! Let me get some nice, tasty fruitcake!" Rocko's head felt both of Heffer's big, sweaty hands grabbing him from the sides and lifting him up off of his comfy seat. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as Heffer's open jaws, slimy tongue, and smelly breath came at his face… END End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Horror, Humor	Fanfiction	null	14,063	11,659.6
null	Rocko's Modern Life 1. The Cold Appears The One With The Cold Chapter 1: The Cold Appears It was a nice day in O-Town. The quadruplets, Gilbert, Shelbert, Norbert and Missy, are in the living room. They also seem to be looking bored. "I'm bored," said Gilbert. "Me too," agreed Shelbert. "I wanna play outside," said Norbert. "We better ask Daddy first," said Missy. The four two-year-olds ran out of the room and ran into the kitchen to find Filburt. "Daddy, can me, Shelbert, Norbert and Missy play outside?" asked Gilbert. "Okay, but remember to stay in the backyard," replied Filburt. "Me and your mommy don't want you getting kidnapped." "We will!" said the kids. Filburt opened the door to the backyard and the kids ran outside. Dr. Hutchinson, Filburt's wife, appeared next to Filburt. "Paula, isn't it lucky having nice quadruplets?" asked Filburt. "It sure is, Filburt," Hutch giggled. "It's a shame that quadruplets are so rare." "I know. But at least we're raising a nice family together. I love you, Paula." "Awww, me too." Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson both kiss on the lips. -- A few minutes later, Filburt was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper. Suddenly, he and Dr. Hutchinson heard the voice of a crying toddler. "For some reason, that sounds like Gilbert," said Hutch. "I better take a closer listen." Then, she realised where the crying was coming from. "Wait a minute, it is Gilbert!" exclaimed Hutch. "Oh no! I think he might be hurt!" gasped Filburt. The two parents ran outside to see Norbert running up to him. "Mommy! Daddy! Gilbert fell over while we were playing tag!" said Norbert. Filburt and Hutch gasp with surprise and, with Norbert, run up to Gilbert, Shelbert and Missy. Gilbert was crying while Shelbert and Missy stare at him with shock and worry. Hutch picked Gilbert up. "Oh, Gilbert, are you okay?" questioned Hutch. "Where does it hurt?" Gilbert reduced himself to sniffles as he pointed to his knee. "Let me have a look," Hutch said. She checked Gilbert's knee. She gave him the news: "You seemed to have cut your knee. We better take you inside." -- Later, Hutch was putting a plaster on Gilbert's knee. "Feel better, Gilbert?" asked Hutch. "Uh-huh," Gilbert nodded. Suddenly, Filburt started to feel pain in his throat. "You okay, Filburt?" asked Hutch. "I think so," replied Filburt. "It's just…excuse me for a moment." Filburt turned around, got out a tissue and coughed into it. Once he finished coughing, he noticed that he coughed up phlegm. "Are you coming down with a cold?" Hutch asked again. "I think I am," Filburt answered. "Oh dear, I think you need some rest." "You're right. I better lie down." Filburt lied down on the couch. -- An hour passed. Filburt is starting to feel a little tired and he now has a runny nose. Shelbert came up to him. "Daddy, can you play with us?" asked Shelbert. "Sorry, but I'm not feeling too well," replied Filburt. "But you can ask your mommy." Shelbert ran off. He came back with Hutch. After a minute of playing, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get that," reminded Dr. Hutchinson. Hutch went to the front door and opened it. It was Heffer. "Hi, Dr. Hutchinson," greeted Heffer. "Is Filburt allowed to hang out?" "I'm afraid Filburt has a bad cold," Hutch told Heffer. "But he can hang out when he recovers." "Oh, right. Well, remind him that I'm going to Vancouver, Canada for a 3-day holiday tomorrow." "I will, Heffer." Hutch closed the door as Heffer left. She came up to Filburt. "Filburt, Heffer was at the door," Hutch explained. "He wanted me to remind you that he's going on a 3-day holiday to Vancouver, Canada tomorrow." "I hope he has a nice time but he might be a bit homesick," said Filburt. "I agree." -- Okay, first chapter down. How will things go in the next chapter? 2. Calling Heffer Chapter 2: Calling Heffer It's now Friday morning. Poor Filburt is lying on the couch with a blocked and runny nose. His runny nose is also causing him to sniffle a lot. He gets out a tissue and sneezes into it. He then puts the used tissue in the bin. "Bless you, Daddy," said Missy. "Thank you, Missy," Filburt said. "It's not nice being sick, is it?" "I know." Filburt noticed that today was the day that Heffer was going on holiday to Canada for three days. He thought that he might start to feel a bit homesick so he decided he wanted to phone him up, despite still having a cold. "Paula, I'm gonna call Heffer," reminded Filburt. "Okay, honey," said Dr. Hutchinson. Filburt sat up, got off the couch, went into his and Hutch's bedroom, got out his mobile phone and dialled Heffer's number. After a few seconds, the call picks up. "Hello?" answered Heffer. "Heffer, it's me, Filburt," said Filburt. "How are you doing?" "I'm fine. I'm on the plane to Canada now. It just took off a few minutes ago." "Do you think you'll miss being in O-Town?" "Well, I might be a bit homesick and miss my family a bit but other than that, I'll be fine." Filburt got out a tissue and coughed into it. He threw the phlegm-covered tissue in the bin once he finished coughing. "You okay, Filburt?" asked Heffer. "How are you coping with that cold of yours?" "I'm coping with it a bit," replied Filburt. "Although it's making me a bit nauseous and tired. How long does the flight take?" "I think it takes about half an hour. I have to go now. I'm not supposed to make phone calls on airplanes." "Okay, bye." They both hung up. Filburt put his mobile away and came out of the bedroom. "How was Heffer?" asked Hutch. "He was fine, although he might be a bit homesick," replied Filburt. "He's on the plane to Canada now." "I see. I bet he'll have a nice time." -- I have to agree with them. In the next chapter, Filburt will be told shocking news by Rocko. 3. News From Rocko Chapter 3: News From Rocko Saturday has now arrived. Filburt's cold is starting to disappear a bit. His coughs are becoming slower, his nose is becoming less runny and his throat pain has disappeared. He is sitting on the couch now, not lying on it. "Paula, I think my cold's going," said Filburt. "Don't you think?" "You're right," said Dr. Hutchinson. "It does seem to be going a bit." "Soon, I'll be able to play with the kids again." "That's right, Filburt." Missy appeared. She appeared to be upset. "Mommy, I wet my diaper," Missy said. "Uh-oh, it looks like a diaper change for you, Missy," Hutch told, as she picked up Missy. Filburt's mobile phone suddenly rang. "I'll be right back," reminded Filburt. "I'm getting a call." "Okay, Filburt," said Hutch. "I'm just gonna change Missy's diaper." Filburt went into his and Hutch's bedroom, got out his mobile and answered it. "Hello?" said Filburt, letting out a cough. "Hey, Filburt," greeted Rocko. "How's your cold?" "It's starting to disappear a little bit. How's your day today and how was it yesterday?" "Well, to be honest, yesterday wasn't great and today is the same." "What happened?" "Yesterday, I got into a massive argument with Heffer and when he called me a nasty, lying, no good, selfish, heartless, bossy, pushy, mean, cold-blooded shorthead, I told him that I never wanted to see him or speak to him ever again in my entire life and wished that I never actually met him. Then he responded by saying that he hopes I die a horrible death and he slapped me across the face. I was traumatized when I got slapped. I still think of it today." "That is horrible. Maybe you should go apologize to him when you have the chance to." "Yeah, maybe. I have to go now." "Bye, Rocko." They both hung up. Filburt was shocked and speechless. How can he cope with his two best friends splitting up just when Heffer goes to Canada? His hands shook with angst as he felt tears coming to his eyes. -- Meanwhile, Dr. Hutchinson is putting a new, clean diaper on Missy. "There you go," said Hutch. "Now, next time you need to go potty, remember to tell me so you don't have another accident, 'kay?" "Okay," replied Missy. After disposing the wet diaper and cleaning her hands, Hutch got worried since Filburt hasn't come out of the bedroom. So she carefully and quietly opened the bedroom door. "Filburt?" Hutch wondered. She gets a surprise when she sees Filburt sitting on the bed, noiseless, trembling and upset. "Filburt, what's the matter?" asked Hutch, sitting on the bed next to Filburt. "Why are you upset?" A tear rolled down Filburt's face. "It's Rocko…" Filburt spoke, trying to hold back his tears. "He got into a massive argument with Heffer yesterday and he was called a shorthead and he got slapped in the face by him. And it all happened before Heffer went on holiday…" Filburt started to cry. "My heavens, poor Rocko," gasped Hutch. "Is he okay?" "He was traumatized after the argument," Filburt answered, sobbing. "And he still thinks of it today." Hutch gasped and gave Filburt a hug. Filburt cried more than ever. "There, there, Filburt," Hutch consoled. "There's no need to cry." Filburt wiped away his tears as he calmed down. "Feel better now?" asked Hutch. Filburt nodded. "Shall we go watch the kids play?" Hutch offered. "I'm having a feeling they are starting to get worried." "Okay," replied Filburt, after letting out a couple of coughs. Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson went to the bedroom door. Filburt opened the door to see their quadruple children standing in front of them. "Why was Daddy crying?" asked Norbert. "One of his friends got into an argument," replied Hutch. "He found out about it over the phone." "Poor Daddy," said Missy. "I'll kiss you better." Missy went up to Filburt and kissed his hand. "Awww, thank you, Missy," Filburt melted. "Do you mind if me and Mommy watch you four play?" "Yeah," the four children replied. And they did. -- Finally got this chapter done. I decided to insert some angst in this one. The fourth chapter will come soon. 4. Quieting an Arguing Couple Chapter 4: Quieting an Arguing Couple It was now night-time. Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson are in bed, asleep. Their sleep was disturbed when they heard a couple from another house arguing but not completely. "Filburt, do you think we can ignore their argument and sleep through it," asked Hutch, drowsily. "Yeah, I don't think it can get any louder than that," replied Filburt, half-asleep. Filburt and Hutch went back to sleep. Suddenly, the argument got more louder than before, this time waking them up from their sleep completely. "I don't think I can sleep with them arguing loudly at this time," explained Hutch. "Me neither," Filburt agreed. "I think you should tell them to be quiet since your cold's disappearing." "Yeah, you're right. Leave that to me." Filburt put his glasses on, got out of bed, walked over to the bedroom window and opened it. "HEY, WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE?!?" Filburt screamed out the window. "ME, MY WIFE AND KIDS ARE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP HERE!!!" This stopped the arguing. Relieved to get some peace, Filburt closed the window and went back into bed. "Did they quiet down?" asked Hutch. "Yep," replied Filburt. "Now we'll get some peace and quiet." Filburt got back into bed and was about to take his glasses off when he heard a knock on the bedroom door. "Shall I handle it?" questioned Filburt. Hutch nodded. Filburt got out of his bed again, went over to the bedroom door and opened it to see Missy. "Is anything wrong, Missy?" asked Filburt. "Why were the two people shouting?" Missy wondered. "I don't know," answered Filburt. "But everything's sorted out for them now." "Yeah, 'cause you shouted at them through your window," said Missy. "That's right," Filburt told. "Everything's sorted now. It's about time you went back to bed." "Yeah, I'll go," Missy said. Missy went back to her bedroom. Filburt closed the bedroom door, went back into bed and took his glasses off. "Good night, Paula," said Filburt. "I love you." "Good night, Filburt," said Hutch. "And I love you too." They both fell asleep. -- What romance… Some good things will happen in the next and final chapter. 5. Good News Chapter 5: Good News Sunday has now arrived. Gilbert, Shelbert, Norbert and Missy are standing in front of Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson's bedroom door. Dr. Hutchinson opened the door to see the kids. "Good morning, Mommy," greeted the four kids. "Morning, kids," Hutch greeted back. "Did you four sleep well?" The kids nodded. "That's good," giggled Hutch. "You always have to feel fresh in the morning." -- Over a few hours and a half later, Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson are watching the kids play. Suddenly, Filburt's mobile phone started ringing. "I'll be right back," reminded Filburt. Filburt got off the couch, went into his and Hutch's bedroom, sat on the bed, got out his mobile and answered it. "Hello?" said Filburt. "Hey, Filburt, how are you feeling?" asked Rocko. "I'm fine. My cold's just disappeared." "That's very good." "Rocko, are you okay? You sound like you've been crying." "Actually, I'm very overwhelmed with joy. Heffer came back from Canada today and we both had a very emotional reconciliation. We couldn't stop crying for a few minutes." "That is great, Rocko! I'm glad your friends again!" "I know." "Is it okay if I hang up?" "Sure, Filburt. Bye." "Bye." They both hang up. Filburt put his mobile away, got off the bed, came out of the bedroom and went into the living room. "Paula, Rocko was on the phone," said Filburt. "He and Heffer have forgiven each other." "That's very good news!" exclaimed Hutch, happily. The kids are happy too. "Hey Paula," Filburt said. "Do you think it's okay if we play with the kids? It seems that my cold disappeared." "Yeah, I think it'll be okay Filburt," answered Hutch. "And you can go round to Rocko's house." "Thank you, Paula" Filburt replied. So, Filburt and Dr. Hutchinson played with the kids. THE END -- I'm so glad Rocko shared his good news with Filburt! Now the midquel's all done! End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Family	Fanfiction	null	14,091	16,401.2
null	Rocko's Modern Life Rocko's Modern Obsession Rocko's Modern Obsession By: Lost Shoe It's my first fic. In it, Rocko grows an obsession with Dance Dance Revolution and it ends up getting to his head. Dance Dance Revolution is a game in which you move your feet on a 4-arrow keypad to music. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rocko, Sony or Konami. Enjoy! Lets D...D...R! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was about 2:00 in the afternoon at the O-Town mall and Rocko was at the Play-O-Lot arcade getting in touch with his youth. It was a pretty big arcade filled with neon lights and a "club" feel to it. There was a big disco ball and a lazy attendant looking at his watch waiting for a shift change. "Come on you stupid thing! He's right there!" He shouted at the game. A game over sound effect played. "Yea? Well same to you, you stupid game!" he grumbled "I never knew it was so hard to beat somethin' like PAC-MAN." He took a few steps out of the arcade when he noticed a very loud game with bright lights. A young teenager was moving his feet fairly quickly on a game pad with 4 arrows while staring at a screen. Rocko stood there watching the movements while noticing a sign above the game that read "DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION EXTREME". "Looks like a tough game." he said to himself "Maybe I should try it...can't be _that_ hard…" Afterwards, he took a short glance at the screen that said FAILED right in the middle. He walked up to the machine where the kid had a stern expression on his face. "That was amazing!" Rocko spoke to the tired kid. "Huh? Oh...yea I guess. I've been playing for like a few months." Responded the kid. "Mind if I give it a shot?" "Go ahead. I'm done!" Rocko went up to the coin deposit spot and put in 3 quarters. The game then said "Dance Dance Revolution!" He pressed the green button assuming it was the Start button since the text above it was in Japanese. The screen then displayed what Rocko believed were instructions in Japanese and others in English. He chose Single play, seeing that it was the only choice. Just then, 4 other choices came up. They read Beginner, Light, Standard and Heavy. "Have you ever played before?" asked the kid. "Don't suppose I have" replied Rocko. "Choose beginner then. It's the easiest mode." "Ok. Thanks." When he got to the song selection screen, he noticed a variety of songs in English and Japanese that he'd never heard of before. At the bottom of the screen, he also spotted a rating that had two little feet on it with a number 2 by it. Scrolling through the songs, he found one that caught his ear. It was called "Colors". He confirmed his choice by pressing the Start button. A new screen then came up saying "How To Play". Of course Rocko didn't understand the instructions seeing that they were in Japanese, but he used his intuition with this one. He pressed the green button again and the game announced "First Stage!" The song began with simple steps but they seemed hard to Rocko since he was a first time player. But he felt good afterwards when he saw that he got a B as a grade. "Hey. I did pretty good!" he celebrated. "That _is_ good for a first time." Said the kid feeling impressed a little. Rocko finished the game with an A rating to his own surprise. "Wow! This game is great!" he declared to himself. A strange force inside him was urging him to play again. So he played a few more times and was starting to get the hang of it. Little did he know that it was around 7:30, his favorite show, "W.W.W.W.F Wrestling" was on and he was also down $20. "Oh no! I've spent all my money!" He glanced at his watch "And my favorite show is on!" he shouted with shock. Rocko rushed home just to catch the end of the show when a loud knock rapped at his door. "Hey Rocko!" greeted Heffer. "Hey Hef." responded Rocko dully. "Hef...I think I'm obsessed." "With what?" Heffer asked. "I played this new game at Play-O-Lot called "Dance Dance Revolution". It's a fun game but it's getting to my head." Rocko explained. "I keep seeing little arrows whenever I close my eyes and whenever I hear music, I end up moving my feet like I was playing. What should I do?" "Hmm..." Heffer started. "Just go with it." "What do you mean Hef?" "It's alright to be obsessed with somethin'. I mean I'm obsessed with eatin and I see nothing wrong with me" His gut pops out. "Thanks buddy." Heffer stayed over for a little bit playing Rocko's Playstation 2. Feeling exhausted, Rocko went up to bed. Heffer noticed that he hadn't come back down so he decided to go home. Rocko was starting to get a good night's sleep when he began to see complicated patterns of arrows while he was on the DDR pad. They were seemingly endless and Rocko's feet couldn't keep up! People around him were laughing, booing and pointing fingers. Meanwhile, in the real world, Rocko was practically covered in sweat from the horrible game induced nightmare he was having. The announcer from the game then yelled "BEAT IT!" Rocko woke up with an "AAAAAAAAHHH!". It took him about 10 minutes to calm down. His heart rate skyrocketed and he was breathing quickly and heavily. "Oh God! What a horrible nightmare!" He said with fright. He couldn't go back to sleep so he went down to watch TV to calm his nerves. There was nothing interesting on but old movies and embarrassing personal hygiene product ads seeing that it was 3am. Just when he was about to switch off the TV, an ad came up advertising a DDR home game for the PS2. "Maybe I oughta buy it…" he thought. He dozed off and woke up later around noon. Since his little episode was over, he got dressed and decided to go to the Games Eternal game store. He browsed around when he saw a brand new game pad for DDR that was advertised. It was a very nice one but it cost $200. "I can't afford to buy that!" he thought. "But it _does_ come with the game I played a few days ago...I dunno..." he held his paycheck in his hand eying the amount and then the game set for a minute. This was a tough decision for him seeing that Mr. Smitty is kind of a cheapskate towards his employee. "I'll buy it!" Sure enough, he purchased one of the highest quality pads available in O-Town and DDR Extreme for the PS2. When he got home, he opened the package, dumped out the parts, and took a glance at the instructions. "WHAT!" he yelled. "How am I supposed to get this done tonight! I've got work tomorrow!" The instructions had around 10 pages of Part A, something D, doohickey F and so on. It drove the poor wallaby nuts. He got to work building it immediately since he was inching to play. When he finally got done, it was 4 in the morning and sure enough, he had work. "Grr…that blowhard Smitty is gonna be all over me when I get there late." he muttered. "I better get some sleep." He went right to bed only to be awaken 5 minutes later by his alarm. He grumbled and got into the shower. "Arrghh! Why do I have to get up at 5 in the morning just to sit on a stool for 9 hours!" His grumbling got him nowhere so she decided to shower and leave. Once he got on the congested freeway, he knew he was going to be late. He only saw 2 miles of backed-up traffic so he decided to turn his radio on. "Well Chip it looks like the freeway is clogged and this backup may cause some major delays on Route 582 and some of the exit ramps into the downtown area." Said the newscaster. "Oh great..." Rocko grumbled. He slammed his head on the wheel knowing he wouldn't get anywhere. It seemed like hours before he finally got to work, but he did manage to catch a few minutes of sleep on break. He punched in at Kind Of A Lot O Comics and his day of boredom began. The day seemed to drag on forever due to his lack of sleep. Almost every customer that made a purchase said something about getting sleep. His simple response was "Ugh. I know." He sat there looking at the clock with his keen yet bloodshot eyes. The seconds' hand slowly ticked its way up the face of the clock. "Tem more _minutes_?" he moaned to himself. Rocko watched with eager anticipation to get home and use his new pad. There were, of course, no new comic shipments so the boredom was abundant. The second's hand made it past the 12 and his shift was over. "Ahh. Freedom." He sighed. Bolting to his car, Rocko punched out, drove home at the speed of light and skid to a stop in his driveway. When he opened his door, he immediately went to his PS2 and turned it on. The loading screens then passed and Dance Dance Revolution Extreme showed up. Hours went by that to Rocko seemed like minutes. When he finally stopped playing at 9:00 pm, he was exhausted, his feet were killing him. To Rocko, it felt great. He was now able to play 9-foot songs with a breeze (9 foot being the closest to the hardest difficulty which is 10). This was his sort of "second life". Rocko was a very quick learner and got the hang of a very challenging game after 3 days, which was incredible. Since he was a great player at the game he decided to go to Play-O-Lot and show off. As soon as he got there, many teenagers and other people were watching the so-called "crazy people" dance. All of the skaters and punks that he usually saw were there. He was only a newbie when he started playing but he felt ready to take on anyone. His blue shirt stuck out like a sore thumb and it would destroy his reputation...even though he never really had much of a reputation amongst teenagers. A quick change of clothes would make him fit in better. Rocko ran off to the local store and bought himself a long sleeved black shirt with a pair of loose jeans. "There. Now I don't really stick out so badly." He said to himself. He walked up to the game and saw that nobody was playing. Feeling confident about his abilities, he put in his money and started his game. Rocko was having a bit of difficulty choosing his song since he hasn't played in the arcade for a while. He chose "MAX 300" seeing that a crowd of people was behind him. When he started, the music got the peoples attention and everyone started wow-ing. He actually did pretty well for his first return to the arcade. He got a grade of A which was the 3rd best grade. One teenager came up to him and said "Dude! That was really good!" "Heh heh, thanks mate." Rocko replied. He was actually gaining popularity amongst the regulars, which was a good thing in his mind. A huge boost of confidence went through his mind. For his next song, he chose one of the hardest songs in the game...PARANOIA Survivor MAX. Everyone turned to watch the wallaby move his feet. Halfway through the song, he started to sweat big time. "Oh, I don't think I can take much more of this." He huffed. He pressed onward despite his lack of energy. "Come on buddy you can do it!" Heffer said from behind him. Everyone was cheering for him because of his tremendous efforts. He was trying so hard and his feet were about to fall off when...the song ended. It practically drained all of his energy but he passed the song with a B. Woos and Wows came from all around him and he waved his hand like he was the president of the U.S in a parade. "Wow!" Rocko huffed and puffed for energy. "Here buddy. Have a drink." Heffer handed him a drink of water. Rocko gulped the whole thing in a matter of seconds. "You were awesome Rock!" "Thanks Hef." Rocko said exhausted. They walked out of the arcade while Rocko was sweating...practically creating a walking fountain. "That is just about the best game I've ever played in my entire life." He said to himself. "I'm coming back tomorrow!" THE END End file.	Rocko's Modern Life	Fanfiction	null	11,662	12,200.6
null	Rocko's Modern Life 1. Meeting Samantha One day, in O, town. Rocko, was working, at the comic book store. When a beautiful girl walks in. Rocko, dose not know what animal she is, But she look's very pretty, and seem's nice. She then walked up to Rocko, To buy her comic and said. "Hello sir." Rocko replied. "Oh hello, my good miss. How may i help you?" He said while sweating. The girl then looked closely, to him and said. "You are so handsome!" Rocko replied. "Oh blimey, I don't know what to say." He then was feeling very nervous, As Rocko did not have to much luck with talking to girls. He then said. "What is your name miss?" "Samantha" The girl replied. "Oh, What a wonderful name. My name is Rocko." Rocko replied, smiling and blushing. Samantha replied "Rocko? Sounds like a rocking name!" "Um, yes i guess it is." Said Rocko "Do you have a girlfriend?" Samantha said. Rocko said "No i don't. But i have had allot of crushes, One is one girl named Melba, who i could never could seem to talk to, And another was a girl who was a roller skater. And, one who was a mail lady." Samantha then said "Would you like me to be your girlfriend?" Rocko replied. "Oh my haha, I guess that sounds nice." Samantha said. "Awesome! so how bout a date?" Rocko said "Oh my, No girl has ever asked me on a date before." Samantha replied. "Well i'm glad to be the first. How about friday night, at chokey chicken?" Rocko said. "That sounds wonderful." Samantha said "Cool, see you then." She then leaves the store. Rocko said to himself "Oh my, i got a new date, and a real girlfriend. Well Rocko old boy, you've really come a long way." Heffer, Rocko's best friend then walk's into the store, and says. "Hey rock, what's up?" Rocko replied. "You'll never believe what happened Heffer. This beautiful girl walked in, and asked me an a date." Heffer replied. "Wow! no kidding? right on man." Rocko then said. "Wait! i got a date! oh blimey, i'm not a good dater at all." Heffer replied. "No worries, old buddy. i'll set you up so you can not fail." Rocko, then was more nervous. As Heffer, had helped him in dating before, and that did not turn out well. Well that's all for this chapter. Please let me know what you think. I will write more soon. In next chapter, we will see how Rocko's date goes. And if Heffer, Helped him out right. 2. Heffer Helps Out Later, at Rocko's house. Rocko was looking n the mirror, getting ready for his big date. "Come on Rocko old boy. You can impress the ladies. You've got what it takes." Rocko said to himself. He the bears a knock at the door, he goes to answer it. He opens the door and it was his pal Heffer. "Hey Heffer." Rocko said. "Hey old buddy, I'v's got you all set for you're new date." "Oh, how wonderfull." Rocko said. Feeling a bit nervous about it. "How are you going to help me with the date?" He asked. Heffer then pulled some notes out of his pocket, and said. "I wrote down allot of pick up lines, you can use to really impress chicks. Believe me man. You will not fail." Rocko then looked at the notes, with Heffer's pick up lines. He liked them at some points, but had some doubts about them. "I'm not so sure Heffer. It doesn't sound much like me." Rocko said. "Give them a chance man. These will, get Samantha, in deep love with you. You gotta be smooth around the ladies." "Well, I guess I could give it a try." Rocko said. He was then getting real nervous, as his date was in about 2 hours. He then sat on the couch, taking deep breaths, and said. "Oh blimy, my date is almost here." Heffer then was worried about Rocko, and . He sat next to him and asked. "You okay buddy?" "Oh, Heffer I'm not that good at dating. And there has never been a girl like Samantha, who has takin so much interest in me. I really don't want to mess this up." Rocko said. Heffer being a good friend he was, would do his best to cheer Rocko up, "Just stay cool man, read what I wrote down for you. And, also remember to be yourself." Rocky felt very happy to have a good friend like Heffer. Who was really, helping him out with his big date. "Thanks allot Heff, you're a true friend. I'm glad I can count on you." "Anytime old pal, and how about getting ready for the big date man?" Rocko then, got dressed nice for his date, he combed his hair, and took some breath mints. He then said. "Wish me luck Heff, my big night Is here." "Go get that fine chick buddy!" Heffer said. Rocko walked out to his car. He had the notes Heffer gave him, and took a few minutes to study them before, he started driving. Well,things are going good so far, maybe this might be the right girl for Rocko. To be continued. 3. The Date Rocko then drove off to Samantha's house. He pulled up his car, walked up to the door took a deep breath, and said. "Okay Rocko old boy. You can do this." The door opens and it was Samantha's dad. He looked down at Rocko, as Rocko was shaking and he said. "Hello sir. Is this where Samantha lives?" "I see you're my little girls date." Her dad said. "You lay one paw on my daughter! And you're dead! You hear me!" Rocko was so scared he could barely stand, he chewed his nails, and said. "I ashore you nothing like that would happen sir, I'm not that kind of guy." Samantha then walked by the door, and said. "Daddy stop it, you're scaring my date." Samantha's dad said. "Oh I'm not trying to do that at all sweetheart. Now you two kids run alone, and have a good time." "Yes sir. We indeed will." Said Rocko. They then run off to the car, and Rocko is ready to impress Samantha, the best way he can. "Oh Samantha. You're so fine, my blood is very hot for you." Rocko said. Samantha giggled and said. "Oh my! Rocko, I didn't know you were such a sweet talker I'm flattered. I don't know what to say." Rocko then smiled and said. And I am so shy around you baby, cause you're so fine you make me shy." Samantha giggled even more and said. "Oh Rocko you are to sweet! I'm so glad I met a great guy like you." She then kissed him on the cheek, and Rocko was so happy. Heffer had really helped him out. He then was ready to act like himself. He then said as he began to drive. "Oh Samantha I didn't think any girl would like me before I met you. I am so glad I met you. You are so kind and pretty, and I would do anything for you. I really really like you." I would love for you to be the one for me." Samantha then smiled and said. "Oh Rocko! I love you! I would also love to be together." Then as they arrive at choke chicken, they have a good date and get to know each other. Rocko now had a new girlfriend, and they were good for each other. The End. Well that's my fanfiction Rocko's New Date! I hope you guys liked it. Please review. End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Romance	Fanfiction	null	6,770	14,662.6
null	Rocko's Modern Life Rocko Wallaby and the Glaisses of Filburt div class="meaning" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"One day, Filburt woke up on the wrong side of his bed and toppled over. "Dis bed ain't very comfortible...if I have ta sleep on that awful rock-hard maitress again, I swear I'm gonna develop a gosh-darned frickin' nasty old backache. Oh boy, I kin already feel my lower baick pain festering! Oh my gosh, it's unbearable! I can't stand it! I'm gonna die! Oh, fishsticks!"br /br /Filburt took a shower and ate breakfast. "Oh, my favorite! Frosted fish flakes shaped like fish! Oh, how I wish I was in heaven...okay, I got my tightie whities on. And I got my glaisses on. Time to go on my daily errands now!" br /br /And with that, Filburt accidentally stumbled through the front door of his trailer and walked over to the supermarket. Everything there seemed suspiciously quiet, but there was nothing wrong with /br /"Jeez, the Schedawdle supermarket sure is nifty! They've even got allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, too many other things to name, and, best of all, matching salt and pepper shakers!" Filburt exclaimed with delight. "Alright, now it's time to head on over to the nearest eye doctor! I have myself an appointment to attend to at Pearly Vision." br /br /During his appointment at the place, Filburt blatantly and deliberately showed so many stereotypical Jewish-nerd characteristics that he actually tore a rift in the universe. The rift electrocuted him with a lightning bolt and he realized something awesome had just happened. br /br /"Oh my gosh, this is downright amazing! I've always wanted to have superpowers! Brings in the dough, ya know what I mean?" Filburt /br /"Yes, I understand what you mean, honey." Dr. Hutchinson answered. "Just be careful out there, my sweet turtle dove." she said with a /br /Filburt had become a superhumanly stereotypical Jewish-nerd. He went outside and used the nearest pay phone to call /br /"Hi, this is Filburt." Filburt began. "Filb, I'm trying to sleep. It's like ten o clock in the morning." Rocko replied. "What I'm calling to ask you about is this. I can't afford a new maitress for my bed and I need you to fork over some of your dough so that I can afford it. Is that too much to ask?" Filburt /br /"Well, no, my good friend, except that I'm almost flat broke. I'm living on a real short sum of cash, you know." Rocko answered. Filburt's face stretched into a devious grin. "Well just come over to where I am right next to the Kind-Of-A-Lot-O-Comics. I've got somefin' cool ta show ya." he /br /"Oh boy, what am I getting myself into this time?" Rocko thought to himself. All of a sudden while he was walking, he recieved a call on his cell phone which he kept in his underwear pocket. It was Filburt AGAIN!br /br /"NOW what are you yammering about?" Rocko asked. "It's so cold, I need a jaykit! Oh no, dis shell won't keep me WARM in the WINTER...could you PLEASE lend me your jaykit, PLEASE? Oh fishsticks, I got a snowflake on my glaisses! And I just stepped in a nasty mud puddle and got my shoes all wet and contaminated! Oh goodness, this is a nightmaire, ya have ta help me, PLEASE!" Filburt /"Oh for the love of...Filburt, this is late December, you should have been prepared! Also, the way you're acting is offensive to Jewish people, I mean animals." Rocko explained. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Can you wait patiently and calmly until then, for Pete's sake?" br /br /"I haive ta go to the baithroom and all the stores are closed! I think I'm gonna wet my shell!" Filburt whined. Interestingly, the Kind-Of-A-Lot-O-Comics was actually open. "Filburt, in the name of all that is holy and blessed, just use the god-danged public bathroom! What is so flipping scary about the flipping bathroom at my flipping workplace? It's actually very clean. That's it, I'm done talking to you. Bye!" Rocko concluded, hanging /br /Two seconds later, Rocko recieved yet another call from Filburt. "Okay, the plaistic bag is full now. What should I do with it? I'm afraid to touch it. It has my GERMS on it! I don't wanna get sick again! For the love of Gosh, please help me, I'm scaired outta my mind!" Filburt whined. "STOP F****** CALLING! Pardon my language..." Rocko /br /One minute later, Rocko arrived at the back parking lot of the Kind-Of-A-Lot-O-Comics. "Hello, good friend." Filburt greeted him. "For crying out loud, Filburt, what in the name of heavens did you send me all the way over here for? Please tell me this isn't another downright ridiculous prank like that one time when you and Heffer filmed me nakeder than a disco zebra and then tried to upload the leftover digital footage to Youtube AFTER we disposed of all those tapes!" Rocko /br /"Trust me, I have the best of intentions." Filburt arrogantly replied, causing Rocko to roll his eyes and facepalm. "Check this out!" Filburt said as he fired laser beams from his glasses, burning Rocko's clothes off. "PSYCH!" Filburt /br /Rocko screamed like a girl and slapped on his censor bar. "WHY YOU SNEAKY LITTLE RATFINK! GET OVER HERE!" he yelled, leaping into action and chasing after /br /First, they ran back and forth through the public mainstreet. Everyone watched them pass by with awkwardly confused facial and bodily expressions. "Good heavens almighty, what in the former name of GOD is this horrid atrocious atrocity of a sight that I am beholding with mine own eyes?! Put some blasted clothes on, you little scamp!" Ed Bighead yelled theatrically with a fistful of ham - or should I say dead flies - in his grocery /br /"Oh, Ed, why must you deny the man's mesmerizing beauty?" Bev asked. "Even our son has a crush on him. Don't you, Ralphie?" br /br /"YES, I MEAN N-NO! I-I CAN EXPLAIN!" Ralph frantically stammered, covering his mouth and blushing. "They don't pay me enough for this..." he thought to himself as he hid his face behind his arms and clutched the top of his head tightly, nervously trembling with embarassment while Ed glared at him /br /"Oh, it's just FABULOUS! Oh yes! Very glamorous! Ooh la laa!" the Chameleon Brothers sang in unison. "OHH, how much can I pay you two to SHUT YOUR EAR-GRATINGLY FLAMBOYANT MOUTHS!?" Ralph yelled at them. "My, my, how rude! What a cheeky and unadorable little boy! MY BEAUTIFUL WORD!" the brothers responded. "I think I'm going to puke..." Ralph muttered to /br /Next, Rocko chased Filburt through the supermarket causing everyone to go bananas. After busting through the emergency exit, Rocko and Filburt heard the sound of a stampede behind them. They both checked behind them, screamed their brains out, turned back around to their former direction, and continued running. Heffer eating a hamburger was the least terrifying thing they /br /An enormous swarm of Rocko's wannabe girlfriends was after them! They sprinted through Thiss Street, ran screaming through Thatt Street, and charged desperately through Fourth Wall Street, where they were looked down upon by giant statues of: Filburt, the Bigheads in a toaster, Sluggo, and the Chameleon Brothers (in that order) while Rocko's theme song played in the /br /Rocko and Filburt ran into the front opening of the giant Television Building at the end of this street and out the back opening. The girls, stupidly deciding to reenact the show's theme song, stood right in front of the building as it toppled over and crushed both their bodies and their /br /"THAT WAS A HOOT!" Heffer yelled while watching the Eagles win a Super /br /Suddenly, Rocko and Filburt reached a dead end. They were at the Arena Of Stereotypes. In true Dragonball Z fashion, Rocko and Filburt began charging up their stereotype levels. "I'm gonna skin your sorry bum alive, play didgeridoos with your face, and cram vegemite into your egotistical bloke chomper while chowing down on some delicious shrimp on the barbie, mate!" Rocko yelled as his Aussie Power level reached gloriously magnificent heights that were vastly above 9, /br / "I AM THE TURTLE!" Filburt yelled, his voice echoing across the entire planet. "I AM THE BEST CHARACTER ON THIS SHOW! I AM BETTER THAN BOTH THE STEER AND THE WALLABY COMBINED!" Filburt's ego level reached over nine million /br /"FIGHT!" the announcer yelled as the audience cheered. Rocko grinned from ear to ear, showing off his solid gold replacement tooth. "Ooh...shiny...SO SHINY!" Filburt said, drooling in stupor like a complete idiot. "I'm gonna yank it right out of that goofy phallic shaped face of yours and sell it on a href=" " /a! Just try and stop me, you nerdy little wimp!" Filburt taunted, his greed and envy getting the best of /br /Rocko bounced up into the air and kicked Filburt right in the face. "OW! YOU'RE MESSIN' UP MY GLAISSES!" Filburt pulled out his camera and snapped a photo of Rocko, blinding Rocko's eyes with the flash. They both charged straight into each other and the collision of stereotypes caused the entire universe to /br /Suddenly, the two of them were sitting in limbo. They were both back to their normal selves, and Rocko had his clothes back on. They were greeted by a mysterious man. "Hello. I am Joe Murray. I am your creator and will send you back to the Real World if you follow this one simple instruction. Concentrate. Concentrate..." br /br /"He's makin' faces at me!" Filburt whined about how Rocko was sticking his tongue out at him. "Am not!" Rocko lied. "He's the one picking his snout!" br /br /"Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna shove a pair of fishsticks covered in hot sauce RIGHT up YOUR 'snout' if ya don't stop bein' a smart aleck right now and shut up!" Filburt /br /"Knock it off, you snot weasels!" Joe scolded them; he wasn't in the mood to deal with such mind-numbing stupidity on a show otherwise known for being surprisingly genius. "Just get out of here. You have my blessings. Just...get out of here and give me some peace of mind...PLEASE! JUST GO FOR GOD'S SAKE! LET ME BE! GOD! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO CATCH A BREAK EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE AROUND HERE? JEEZ LAWEEZ! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? JUST GO ALREADY! I'M OLD AND TIRED! I NEED REST! GOODBYE! DON'T COME BACK HERE! ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GOING TO ACT LIKE THAT! GOODBYE!"br /br /"Goodbye, Joey." Rocko said cheerfully just before the hands of fate flicked him and Filburt back into the Real World. "NEVER call me Joey again..." Joe /br /Filburt was taken to the Supreme Court, and his punishment was that he was strapped into a machine that removed his footwear and then tickled his feet senseless for over three hours. Eventually, he was released from his torture. "HERE WE GO AGAIN!" br /br /"NO!" Rocko yelled. "We are NOT doing the 'here we go again' endng on MY show!" /span/div >div class="meaning" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);""Well, what do YOU want, Mr. Too Good To Stand The Cheesy Cartoon Endings?" Filburt asked. "I- GAAAAAAAAAH!" Right when Rocko was about to make his suggestion, yet another swarm of rabid andor rabbit Rocko fangirls came out of nowhere and trampled him, flattening him and squashing him like a bug. "Uhh...a little...help here, Filb?" Rocko asked. "You didn't say please." Filburt pointed out. And with that, Filburt just strolled out of there whistling without a care in the world./span/div End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	11,444	20,895.1
null	Rocko's Modern Life 1. Traffic at School Traffic at School At O-town High School, the home-time bell rings. Virginia Wolfe (Heffer's mother) is waiting in the car. "Filburt!" called Mrs. Wolfe. "Over here!" Filburt gets into the car. "What's the problem?" asked Mrs. Wolfe. "I wanna beat the traffic." News music plays. "Hello," Filburt greeted to the screen. "If you just joined us, we are getting reports on when school is over." "We haven't got time for stupid news reports!" Mrs. Wolfe grumbled. "Where's Heffer?" "Heffer's on the scene," replied Filburt. "We'll go and see him now." Filburt turns the car window to Heffer. "Heffer?" called Filburt. "Thank you Filburt," said Heffer, speaking into the communication device. "There's scenes of chaos here. Chaos and jubilation. The students are, literally, leaving school in their droves while some are already calling 'academic term!'. I saw one boy cry with joy. And for falling over and grazing his knee. "What did the headmaster have to say?" asked Filburt. "He said 'An eye quote? It's over! Finished!'" answered Heffer. "'Write it in the book, shut the book, take the book back to the library, apologize for writing in the book 'cause school is over!' Then he just cried." "Thanks Heffer!" called Filburt. "With me and your mom." Filburt turns back to Mrs. Wolfe. "Mrs. Wolfe," said Filburt. "Thanks for joining us!" "Tell your friend to get in now or we'll be stuck in the queue for ages!" yelled Mrs Wolfe. "You're in a different position now, are you not?" asked Filburt. "Last time, you didn't take us anywhere. Will there be a repeat of your shameful attitude or are you going to start loving us?" "I'm working!" replied Mrs. Wolfe. "I'll give you some money and you can entertain yourselves." "Well, there's one news reporter who robs your pockets deeper than your heart," said Filburt. "Filburt, what a cruel thing to sa-- !" Mrs. Wolfe began. "I'm going to have to stop you there, Mrs. Wolfe." called Filburt. "As it's time for… 'Trouble News with Heffer'. The road is congested with traffic. "Oh man," groaned Heffer. "It's gonna take ages to get home!" "And who's fault is that?" asked Filburt. "Over to Mrs. Wolfe." Mrs. Wolfe groans and puts her head down on the steering wheel, causing the horn to beep non-stop. TO BE CONTINUED… 2. Bingo & Chips Bingo & Chips Filburt is at the kitchen table at Heffer's house. "Other news," Filburt said to the screen. "Mrs. Wolfe's bitter defending have proposed a night out at bingo tonight. Her critics went morally wrong when her son and his friend are expecting chips for supper. Our reporter, Heffer, is with her now. Heffer, can you here me?" We cut to Mrs. Wolfe's bedroom where Mrs. Wolfe is getting ready while Heffer behind her, reporting. "Hi Filburt," greeted Heffer on the communication device. "And yes. I'm here now. The stench of inexpensive perfume lies heavy on the air, like scum on a tramp." "Hey, that was the tin from the bottle!" yelled Mrs. Wolfe. "Now get out! I'm trying to get ready!" "Mom has been applying," Heffer continued. "But can only be described as voodoo wall paint. Perhaps she's an appeaser to gods, so she might be a winner at bingo." "I've got a little bit of make-up on!" grumbled Mrs. Wolfe. "Heffer," called Filburt. "Has Mrs. Wolfe made any comment on the big chip bates?" "You can make your own chips!" Mrs. Wolfe called to Filburt from upstairs. "Or ask my husband!" "I'm not making chips," grumbled Mr. Wolfe (Heffer's dad), walking into the kitchen. "Have cereal." "I'm joined by Mr. Wolfe," said Filburt. "Mr. Wolfe, the question is, tonight, what about getting us some chips from the chip shop?" "Can't be bothered," replied Mr. Wolfe. "I'm going to have to stop you there, Mr. Wolfe," Filburt yelled. "As events are unfolding in Mrs. Wolfe's bedroom. Heffer?" Back in the bedroom, Mrs. Wolfe is frantically looking for something. "I'm quite literally been attached as we speak," replied Heffer. "The old woman has turned on me." "It's in my handbag, so I can't go out!" shouted Mrs. Wolfe. "Where is it, Heffer?!" "Her anger tribal," said Heffer. "This is a woman on the verge of hysteria." "Oh, there's the bus!" yelled Mrs. Wolfe. "I missed the bus now!" "Does this mean she'll be making us chips then?" asked Filburt. "I shall put that very question to her now," replied Heffer. "Mom, will you be making us some chips?" Mrs. Wolfe covers the camera. Back in the kitchen, Filburt doesn't hear the response. "Hello?" answered Filburt. "Heffer?" Still no response. "I think we're experiencing a little picture there," said Filburt. TO BE CONTINUED… 3. The Fridge The Fridge In the kitchen, Filburt is sitting at the table. Mrs. Wolfe has just made him and Heffer dinner. "Heffer, hurry up and sit down," said Mrs. Wolfe. "Your dinner's going to get cold." Mrs. Wolfe puts Filburt and Heffer's plates onto the table. "And for the people who are full sitting here," Filburt said to the screen. "This is dinner. This inedible mush and goo. It's heartbreaking to think that just feet away isn't abundant food. Nice food. It's held in reserve for the elders, known here as Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe. Heffer?" Heffer is near the fridge. "Thanks Filburt," Heffer spoke through the communicator. "You joined me here and what can only be described as 'Heck's Cooler'. Because of the young of this house, it is a fridge of torment and frustration." "Is there any indication as to what parents are keeping from their young?" asked Filburt. "Well, let's take a look," replied Heffer. He then opens the fridge. It has chocolate mousses, trifles and cream éclairs. "I don't know whether you can see this, Filburt," said Heffer. "But this fridge is brimming with chocolate mousses, trifle and cream éclairs." "Why are parents so cruel?" questioned Filburt. "Why don't they just give this food to their starving kids?" "Greed, ignorance, cruelty," answered Heffer. "A number of things. They force their kids to eat that muck before they can have just the little taste of this bounds of deliciousness. But I for one am making a stand." Heffer grabs an éclair and takes a bite. But then, Mrs. Wolfe catches him! "Hey, get your greedy snout out of the fridge!!" shouted Mrs. Wolfe. She grabs Heffer who is struggling to squirm free. "That's all for the news today and good night," said Filburt. TO BE CONTINUED... 4. Bathroom & Caravans Bathroom & Caravans On O-town's highway, the traffic is all lining up and just sitting there. Filburt, Heffer and Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe are in the car, going on holiday but they are stuck in traffic. "Hello," Filburt greeted to the screen. "If you just joined us, we're on the move. In fact, we're in a jam. A traffic sandwich served by Mrs. Wolfe." "I thought it was a shortcut," moaned Mrs. Wolfe "We're going to be stuck here for ages now," grumbled Mr. Wolfe. "Anyway, let's get back to our main story," said Filburt. "Heffer, our roving reporter, is bursting for a pee. Heffer, can you hear me?" "I can hear you, Filburt," responded Heffer in the communicator. "But the line is poor. As I was just loaded into the car, not an elbow by Dad, I asked him, 'Plead with me, let me go to the bathroom!'. His response was this." Heffer gets out a sound recorder and presses play. "No, you can't sucker!" Heffer's voice called from the sound recorder. "Ha, ha, ha, ha!!" "Heffer, that's your voice!" yelled Mr. Wolfe. "I just heard you recording! I asked you if you've been and you said yes! I'm not stopping now!" "Mrs. Wolfe," said Filburt. "Is there anything you'd like to add at this point?" "If you really want to Heffer," Mrs. Wolfe suggested, "You could get out and go in front of all these people." "Our captors will not negotiated with," replied Heffer. "They've threatened me with cruel and unusual punishments. Cause where we are heading is unclear." "It's the caravan holiday park we go to every year," grumbled Mrs. Wolfe. "These poor caravans are hired out at exorbitant rates," said Heffer. "The caravans, however, seem none of this money." "Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe," called Filburt. "This exportation of innocent caravans have to stop. Do you not agree?" "FAIR ENOUGH!!" shouted Mr. Wolfe. "As soon as we get out of this traffic, we'll turn around and go back! You can forget about the holiday!" "NO!!" squealed Heffer. "No, we're sorry!" cried Filburt. "Please don't stop in the middle of the holiday!!" whined Heffer. "No more stupid news reporting?" asked Mrs. Wolfe. "Absolutely not!" replied Filburt. "Good!" grumbled Mr. Wolfe. Then, the unthinkable happens: Heffer breathes a sigh of relief, but not only because the holiday's not cancelled… "We interrupt this programme for this newsflash," said Filburt. "Heffer peed himself." Yes, that's right. Heffer went to the bathroom…right in the car! Thanks for the information, Filburt. "HEFFER!!" Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe both screamed. Heffer giggled and blushed with embarrassment. TO BE CONTINUED… End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	9,060	18,285.8
null	Rocko's Modern Life, SpongeBob SquarePants 1. A Very Dangerous Day One morning, Spongebob woke up to the sound of his alarm clock screaming at him. "HEY! GET UP, YOU FOOL! I'M TIRED OF WAITING! THEY DON'T PAY ME ENOUGH FOR THIS NONSENSE!" the alarm clock yelled. "Umm...no one pays you at all, right?" Spongebob replied. "EXACTLY!" the alarm clock yelled. "NOW GET TO WORK!" Spongebob woke up and patted Gary's shell. Gary meowed, then went back to nibbling on Spongebob's carpet. Spongebob swung the door open so excitedly that it almost left a mark on the wall, before sliding down his crooked wobbly staircase. Spongebob went to the bathroom to take a shower. As he washed, he grabbed his beloved soap bar. The lubricated, slimy soap bar slipped from his grip, ricocheted off of every wall, floor and ceiling in the room, and hit him in the eye. "NO! Not the soap! OH GOD NO NOT THE SOAP! AAAAAAAAAAA! OH, it's in my eyes! MY EYES! AAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" THREE MINUTES LATER... Spongebob finally finished screaming, turned the shower off, and went to the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror cracked. "Aw, cockamamie barnacles..." Spongebob groaned. Spongebob had a huge zit on his face! He took some painkiller, cut the zit off with a clean pair of humongous garden scissors, and applied zit-removing toothpaste to the remaining zit area. After the zit faded away, Spongebob took the remaining toothpaste off of his forehead and used it to brush his teeth. "Now that's what I call a nice set of pearly whites if I do say so myself." Spongebob said, smiling. Spongebob put on his Goofy Goober underwear, put his work pants on, and walked into the kitchen to get some cereal. As he poured the cereal, a prize spilled out of the box. "Oh, a prize!" Spongebob exclaimed. "I wonder what this is?" Spongebob realized that it was a time bomb! "In case of emergency, break glass!" Spongebob remembered out loud. He grabbed one of his decorative rocks and tossed it into the window, breaking the glass. Then, he used his Goofy Goober underwear as a powerful slingshot, slinging the bomb straight through the window. Unfortunately, the bomb blew up Squidward's flower garden and damaged Squidward's house. "Spongebob! I'll get you for that someday! Just you wait! You brain-dead flunkie! You wouldn't know how to appreciate another man's property if it smacked you upside the head!" Suqidward yelled. "Oh, I'm very sorry, Squidward. Is there any way I could make it up to you?" Spongebob asked. "Since when have you done ANYTHING good for ME?!" Squidward asked. "Boy, don't you think that's a little harsh?" Spongebob asked. "Enough small talk!" Squidward yelled. "I'm out of here! See you at work, you stupid piece of garbage! Ciao!" AT THE KRUSTY KRAB... Squidward was busy reading a magazine at the cash register. "GET BACK TO WORK!" Mr. Krabs yelled at the top of his lungs. "Y-y-yes...master..." Squidward whimpered, almost wetting himself. "MAN UP, LOSER!" Mr. Krabs yelled again. Spongebob was busy flipping patties. Mr. Krabs came in and lectured him. "Supply and demand, Spongebob...you flip patties. The customers eat them. It's an endless cycle. But if you break that cycle...THEN YOU'RE FIRED! NOW START COOKING THOSE PATTIES FASTER, BOY! THE ORDERS ARE COMING IN FAST! TIME IS MONEY! PICK UP THE PACE! NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME!?" "Y-yes, Mr. Krabs..." Spongebob replied. "I sure hope so..." Mr. Krabs replied, slamming the door. DURING LUNCH BREAK... "Boy, I sure am exhausted." Spongebob thought to himself. "My meanie boss pushes me way too hard. There should be more than one person doing the food service. I might be good enough to handle it on my own, but I need to breathe a little..." Suddenly, Patrick busted through the door. "Hey, Spongebob! Do you know where I've been while you've been working your butt off?" "Where?" Spongebob asked, gritting his teeth a little. "On vacation at the Goofy Goober amusement park! Hee hee!" Patrick replied. Spongebob grabbed Patrick by the shoulders and pulled Patrick's face toward his own. "You big fat cow! Why didn't you tell me you were going to that place, hmm?" "Umm...well, I didn't think Mr. Krabs would let you take a break from your job, being the jerk that he is." Patrick replied. "Actually, you have a good point there, my friend." Spongebob replied. "Are you talking about me behind my back, Patrick?" Mr. Krabs asked. "Uhh...NO! We were talking about that dork Squidward! Huh huh!" Patrick replied nervously. "You better not have been talking about me..." Mr. Krabs replied menacingly. Patrick burped and grinned absentmindedly, giggling. "So, uh...Spongebob? would you mind making a few more Krabby Patties for me?" "But you just ate three!" Spongebob replied. "Yeah I know but I'm still hungry! PLEEEASE?" Patrick whined. Spongebob sighed. "Okay, okay, I won't let you down...no more patties though, you understand?" "Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear you." Patrick replied. "I SAID NO MORE PATTIES!" Spongebob yelled. "Okay." Patrick replied. FIVE MINUTES LATER... "Gee whiz, Patrick! Would you kindly keep your mouth shut and chew a little more thoroughly? You don't want that delicious taste to go to waste now, do you?" Spongebob asked. "I eat it fast because it tastes so good!" Patrick said with food in his mouth. "But you're not even taking the time to savor the flavor!" Spongebob asked. "Who cares about flavor? At least I have taste! Hee hee!" Patrick said, blowing his nose on a napkin and setting it down on top of Spongebob's napkin pile. "If you had taste, you'd show some manners!" Spongebob yelled. "You mean like a weenie? MAY I TAKE YOUR HAT, SIR? MAY I TAKE YOUR-" "Okay, that's enough overrated memes for today." one of the customers said, covering Patrick's mouth. "OVERRATED MEMES ARE MY LIFE!" Patrick yelled. Spongebob grabbed Patrick by the shoulders again and stared right into his eyes angrily. "Patrick, would you please get these temper-tantrums under control? I'm quite frankly a tad sick of all this pointless incoherent babbling. Why, if I was President, I'd make it so that rambling on and on about pointless tripe is illegal! I'd make it so that gluttony is illegal! And I'd make it so that greed is illegal! I mean, what use does the world have for these big stupid jerks who only care about making money! I say 'to heck with them'! A true undersea democracy has no place for the pathetic likes of these miserable penny-pinchers! Why, A TRUE UNDERSEA DEMOCRACY THAT GUARANTEES THE FREEDOM OF ALL NATURAL-BORN CITIZENS AND IMMIGRANTS HAS NO PLACE FOR A GREEDY, SNIVELING SOCIOPATH LIKE MR. KRABS!" Suudenly, Agent Tom Smith appeared. "WOULD YOU STOP TALKING ALREADY? JEEZ, YOU'RE SCARING MY BABY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! YOU'RE LUCKY MR. KRABS DIDN'T HEAR YOU TWO IDIOTS OVER THE MUSIC HE WAS PLAYING AT FULL BLAST IN HIS OFFICE! NOW GET LOST BEFORE I REPORT YOUR MAJOR DISTURBANCE IN THE DAILY SCHEDULE! GO ON! SHOO!" Tom Smith threw both Spongebob and Patrick out the front door. Luckily, Spongebob and Patrick had somehow made intelligent clones of themselves to do their jobs for them while they were away. Don't ask me how. "So what do you think we should do now?" Patrick asked. "I don't know...OH! I KNOW! Let's take a visit to Sandy's house!" Spongebob said excitedly. AND SO THEY WENT OFF TO SANDY'S TREEDOME... 2. Camera Shy Spongebob and Patrick knocked on the front hatch of Sandy's Treedome. "HELLO? IS ANYONE HERE?" Patrick yelled. "Shh! Not so loud, Patrick!" Spongebob whispered. Sandy appeared on the screen in the entrance tube of her Treedome. "Oh, there you are, Sandy! Tee hee!" Patrick said with delight. "Yes, yes, I'm here, now what do you want? I'm a little gosh-darned busy if I do say so myself." Sandy replied. "Umm...can we have a tea party with you, mate?" Spongebob asked. "Nice try, pal. You can't fool me. I've seen wallaby cowpokes living in Ohio who are more Australian than you!" "Ohio? But you lived in Texas." Spongebob replied. "I have a rocket. I can go anywhere I please." Sandy replied. "Anyways, that's beside the point. Why don't you come on in?" Spongebob, Patrick, and Sandy all seated themselves at the table. "So, what've you been up to lately, miss?" Spongebob asked, taking a sip of tea. "Nothing much." Sandy replied. "I've been collecting a lot of recyclable cans. In fact, I've been keeping a whole stash o' them in my basement." "Say, where did you get those glasses you're wearing?" Spongebob asked, taking another sip. "Oh, these?" Sandy pointed to her goggles which looked like glasses. "These are my night-vision goggles in disguise. They ain't too pretty, but they're the best pair o' goggles I've got. Now I can see you at night!" "Well, that's a little creepy, isn't it?" Spongebob asked, swallowing yet another sip. "Yeah, I hope you don't see us naked! Hee hee!" Patrick yelled. Spongebob, shocked, spat out his drink all over Sandy's face; luckily, Sandy was still wearing her suit with the helmet on. "Quiet, Patrick! You're embarrassing us!" Spongebob whispered to Patrick. Sandy wiped the tea off of her helmet. "Now, now, boys, why would I ever do that? I'm pretty sure I already have seen you two running around in the nude at least twice...ugh." Sandy explained. Sandy continued speaking. "Anyway, there's something I'd like you two to do for me tonight. See this camera? You two will be using it to take some photographs of the local wildlife and deliver them to me. However, no goofing off, understand?" Sandy explained. "Yes, sir! Hee hee!" Patrick responded. AT 8:30 PM: Spongebob and Patrick received their camera from Sandy. Because Sandy trusted Spongebob more than she trusted Patrick, only Spongebob received his own pair of night-vision goggles. They had also dressed themselves up with ski masks, black rubber gloves, black suits and black shoes. A cop drove by and noticed them standing near Sandy's Treedome. "Hey, what are you two doing trespassing on Sandy Cheeks's property?" "Um, nothing, sir. We were just about to go on a wildlife research tour!" Spongebob explained. "Okay...well don't do anything too fishy. And don't stay out in the wild after 11:00 PM unless you're camping." the cop explained before driving off. After taking research photos of typical things like coral plants and jellyfish nests, Spongebob and Patrick started getting ridiculously immature with their photos. Patrick and Spongebob took photos of each other's butts, followed by a photo of Spongebob's nose hair. Spongebob took a photo of Patrick's back hair. They even took photos of their eye crust (which was packaged into two separate labeled jars labeled "Spongebob" and "PaTRiCK"). It only went downhill from there. AT 11:00 PM: Spongebob and Patrick came back to Sandy's Treedome. "Good work, boys." Sandy complimented them, yawning. "It's time for me to hit the hay, okay? I'll see you boys tomorrow." "Are you kidding? We can't stop now!" Patrick replied. "Well, I sure can. I'm beat. I need some good old rest." Sandy explained. "Can we still use the camera?" Patrick asked. "Uh...sure, whatever. Just don't do anything stupid with it. I've got to upload the photos to my research partners tomorrow morning." Sandy explained. "Goodnight, folks." AT 11:29 PM: Spongebob and Patrick had made their clones hide behind Sandy's tree using cloaking devices. When Sandy told Spongebob and Patrick to leave, the clones turned their cloaking devices off, becoming visible to the naked eye and walking out the front door of Sandy's Treedome. Sandy understandably mistook the clones for the real Spongebob and Patrick. Meanwhile, Spongebob and Patrick were waiting outside Sandy's window like complete perverts. Patrick was holding the video camera. "Do you think she'll do it tonight?" Spongebob asked, still wearing his night-vision nerd-glasses. "Of course she will! It's like clockwork!" Patrick replied; Spongebob put his hands over his own mouth and giggled, trying not to laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness _one of the seven wonders of the world._" Patrick began, with the camera facing himself. Spongebob looked toward the window, biting his own jaw to stop himself from laughing. Patrick continued. "At about 11:30, _eastern Pacific time, _through this window...our friend Sandy will descend the staircase as she does every night for a glass of almond milk." Patrick pointed the camera at Spongebob's face, as it was Spongebob's turn to speak. "And, well, she isn't exactly dressed for the occasion..._if you know what I mean..._" Spongebob was trying really hard not to smile but couldn't help it. Patrick pointed the camera back to his own face, giggling. "Yup. You heard right. She's COMPLETELY..._NAAAKEEED!__" _With that last word_, _Patrick did a grin that was so huge that his face started to hurt. _"With no clothes on!" _Spongebob replied overexcitedly, leaping right in front of the camera screen out of nowhere with his eyes sparkling like an overdramatic anime girl. Suddenly, Spongebob and Patrick heard Sandy whistling and turned the camera's attention to the staircase. They saw Sandy walking down the staircase naked, and they were filming a video of it using the camera. Luckily, the camera had a "censor" feature that covered her naughty bits using a pixelation effect. As Sandy reached her refrigerator and drank some almond milk straight from the carton, Spongebob and Patrick began to giggle like little schoolboys. To top it off, Patrick even let loose a _wolf whistle_: "WHEET-WOO!" Hearing Patrick's loud whistling, Sandy immediately spat out her drink and turned her head around. Patrick and Spongebob ran away just fast enough to where Sandy couldn't see them. Luckily, the clones had left their cloaking devices ready for Spongebob and Patrick. Spongebob and Patrick used the cloaking devices to turn invisible and hide from Sandy. "Hmm...that's weird. I could have sworn I heard someone whistling...guess it's just my imagination." Sandy said to herself. Spongebob and Patrick both ran out of the Treedome as fast as possible once Sandy went back to bed. "OH MY GOSH! SHE SAW US! I THINK SHE SAW US!" Patrick yelled while running. "OH NO, OH NO, OH NO, OH NO, OH NO..." Spongebob said while sprinting. 3. The Return Of The Camera The next morning, Spongebob and Patrick woke up and returned to Sandy's Treedome, delivering the camera to her. "You didn't put anything ridiculous on this, did you?" Sandy questioned. "Uh...NO! No siree!" Patrick answered. "Um...yes. We're being completely honest right now." Spongebob answered. "Hmm...well let's just see what my fellow trio of researchers on Spongebob Island has to say about THAT!" Sandy responded. With a click of her mouse, she uploaded the files to the Three Guys. "Wait...what exactly is Spongebob Island?" Spongebob asked. "You know...that little dot-sized island with palm trees on it?" Sandy replied. "Um...yes." Spongebob answered. "Well, Spongebob Island is a new man-made member of the Bikini Islands underneath which you live. The Three Guys have set up a secret research base there." Sandy explained. "Uh...who are the Three Guys?" Patrick asked. "That is highly classified information." Sandy answered. Suddenly, the Three Guys intercepted Sandy's upload. ON SPONGEBOB ISLAND... "Crikey!" Guy 1 said. "What in the blazes is this nonsense?" "Hee hee!" Guy 2 said. "That was funny! Play it again after I go get more snacks!" "WOW..." Guy 3 said. "Those are some very...INTERESTING specimens...if ya know what I mean...still not quite as good as cheese" BACK IN BIKINI BOTTOM... The Three Guys sent an email reply to Sandy about the video. Sandy read the reply. "That was hilarious and very...revealing about the true nature of sea creatures. Also...you were completely NAAAKEEED and had NO CLOTHES ON! LOL that reminds us of a very familiar moment from our lives XD" Sandy chuckled, but not evilly. "Heh...I knew you were going to pull something stupid like this...that was actually why I gave you so much freedom with the video camera, to see what you would do with it. Say, aren't you two supposed to be at work today?" "We have days off on the weekends." Spongebob hastily replied. "Really?" Sandy wondered. "I don't remember you having days off on the weekends at all...interesting." MEANWHILE, AT THE CHUM BUCKET... "I've exhausted every single evil plan in my evil filing cabinet!" Plankton sighed. "What about Plan Z?" Karen asked. "NO, I'VE ALREADY TRIED PLAN Z!" Plankton yelled. "Well, you don't need to be so rude! Kay?" Karen replied. "Hmm...why have you suddenly started saying 'Kay' all the time?" Plankton asked. "You know...I'm not really sure." Karen replied. "Kay?" "Stop it!" Plankton growled. "Okay, look, here's what I'm mad about. Are you following me, camera guy?" "Yes." the camera guy replied. "Good." Plankton replied back. "Look, I'm supposed to be threatening! I'm supposed to be evil! I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THE GREAT EVIL MASTERMIND KNOWN AS...PLANKTON." "Well, Plankton isn't a very threatening name, kay?" Karen replied. "Here, how about some holographic meat loaf?" "OH FOR THE LOVE OF...FINE. If you're so desperate for me to eat it then I'll eat it." Plankton groaned. BACK AT THE TREEDOME... "You see, this research project of ours needs funding." Sandy said. "You'll need to find a higher-paying job so that you can make more money." "Alright!" Spongebob and Patrick said. SPONGEBOB AND PATRICK TRY VARIOUS JOBS... First, Spongebob tried being a leaf blower...but he accidentally blew leaves into Sandy's face. Then, he tried giving Squidward a foot massage...but Squidward was too ticklish and "accidentally" kicked Spongebob in the face. Next, Patrick tried being a driver...but his road rage got the best of him. Then, Spongebob tried being a specialty phone operator. "Oh, baby, oh baby, oh baby." "Spongebob?" "SANDY?" Finally, Patrick got a job where you stand in front of a huge rock, do nothing, and look big and important. He got one thousand dollars just by standing in front of his own house. BACK AT THE TREEDOME... "Okay, let's see how much dough you guys made...holy ravioli! ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS? How on Earth did Patrick make that much money in two days?" Sandy said. "I stood in front of my house like a statue." Patrick explained. "Well, anyway, it's time to bring this money to the researchers as funding." Sandy explained. "Aww, but I wanted to buy stuff with it!" Patrick whined. "I'm sorry, but we must use cash repsonsibly." Sandy explained. "If a job's worth doing, then it's worth doing adequately." Sandy used Patrick's credit card to transfer the money to the Three Guys. The Three Guys sent her a thank-you note in exchange. "Thank you for the cash. We are getting ready to go underwater. See you down there!" "Good." Sandy said with a sigh of relief. MEANWHILE, ON SPONGEBOB ISLAND... "Man, why does everything always have to have Spongebob's face on it nowadays?" Guy 1 asked. "Well, it was pretty bad a few years ago, but I think the trend has died down a little...I could be wrong though." Guy 3 sighed. "It's just...man, the general public might not believe this, but my show was just so much better than Spongebob's! In fact, my show was literally too good to be on Nickelodeon!" Guy 1 explained. "Why couldn't it have landed on Adult Swim, huh?" "I dunno, because...because people are stupid?" Guy 3 sighed. "Hey, I'm hungry!" Guy 2 yelled. "Where are the snacks?" "They're in the fridge, you fat moron! Where else do you think they would be, huh?" Guy 3 angrily replied. "Okay, guys, calm down." Guy 1 replied. "It's time for us to put on our S.A.N.D.Y. suits and go down to Bikini Bottom!" AFTER PUTTING ON THE SUITS... "Does this make my glasses look redundant?" Guy 3 asked. "No, my friend, it really doesn't." Guy 1 answered. "Does this make my butt look fat?" Guy 2 asked. "Your butt is already fat, fat butt!" Guy 3 answered. "Hey, no need to be rude." Guy 1 replied. "Ready?" "READY." Guy 2 and Guy 3 answered. AND SO THEY DIVED DOWN TO BIKINI BOTTOM... 4. Three Guys The Three Guys put on their S.A.N.D.Y. suits, secured their helmets, and dived down into Bikini Bottom. "I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous..." Guy 3 began saying over and over again while diving. "Oh, COME ON!" Guy 2 yelled. "The water's fine!" "Yeah, what's the deal with you getting sick over everything?" Guy 1 asked. "I'm hypochondriac. Also, I'm Jewish." Guy 3 answered. "What does being a Jew have to do with being a nerd stereotype?" Guy 1 asked. "Well, maybe a little bit...you never know." Guy 3 answered. "Gosh, haven't we talked enough? I'm getting bored already!" Guy 2 said. "Just be patient, man. We'll be there soon." Guy 1 explained. SEVERAL "ARE WE THERE YETS" LATER... "Okay, we're here. Are you satisfied now?" Guy 1 groaned. "YAY!" Guy 2 yelled. "Boy, that sure took longer than I hoped it would..." Guy 3 muttered to himself. AT SANDY'S TREEDOME... "Hello, mate." Guy 1 greeted Sandy. "Hi, Rocko." Sandy replied. "What? But I thought you said their identities were supposed to be secret!" Patrick yelled. "Everyone needs to know who these three are at some point, you silly goose!" Sandy teased. "Guy 2 and Guy 3, introduce yourselves, please." "HELLO, MY NAME IS-" Guy 2 started yelling. "Shh! Not so loud, Heffer!" Rocko said. "Oh yeah, that's right! My name's Heffer! Pleased to meet you, Spongebob and Patrick! Hey, Sandy, you got any snacks for me? I'm starving!" Heffer explained. "Hey! I've had enough of you, Heffer...I swear, if you ask for snacks ONE more gosh-darned time, I swear I am going to take this PLASTIC Ziploc bag loaded with _MY_ _YELLOW URINATIONS __and ram it straight down your stupid fat throat!" _Guy 3 ranted. "Oh yeah, Guy 3 is Filburt." Rocko explained. "He can be a little...weird at times; but if you get to know him, he's a real great guy. Just don't make fun of him for his glasses." "Say, Rocko...why have Spongebob and Patrick been acting so much like you and Heffer lately?" Sandy asked. "Well, you see, it was part of a little secret experiment we did." Rocko explained. "Secret experiment?" Sandy asked. "Yeah, you know...it's like an experiment...but it's secret?" Heffer explained. "She KNOWS what it is, you fool!" Filburt yelled at him. "FILBURT! No need to be so abusive toward other people! Heffer has mental disabilities, you know!" Rocko yelled. "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT? HEY, AUSTRALIAN, WHY DON'T YOU AUSSIE IT UP A LITTLE?" Filburt yelled. "Oh, THAT'S IT!" Rocko yelled. "LET'S RUMBLE!" ONE DUST-CLOUD BRAWL LATER... "Ignore Filburt." Rocko explained. "He's got a permanent wedgie." "It hurts, Rocko..." Filburt moaned. "Anyway..." Rocko continued, "you see, this was part of our plan all along. We always knew that Spongebob and Patrick, particularly Patrick, were based off of me and Heffer." "Hey, who are you calling a pinhead?" Patrick asked. "I've always wanted to be like you, Rocko..." Spongebob explained. "Thanks for the compliments." Rocko said. "Anyway, my point is, we decided to put a special chemical into Bikini Bottom to make everything that happened there feel like a mix of our show and yours. The irony behind our plan was the fact that your show was always inspired by ours. Yes, our show was the original, and nearly every single thing that your show did...actually was, or could have been, done better by ours." "You mean like that time when Spongebob, Patrick and Mr. Krabs tried to steal Mrs. Puff's panties? Versus that time when Heffer and Filburt recorded you sleepwalking naked on video camera?" Sandy asked. "Wait...how did you know about that embarrassing moment of my life?" Rocko asked, blushing. "I've seen all of your episodes! I'm one of your biggest fans, you know." Sandy explained. "Heh heh...oh my, well, I was hoping I would never have to speak of that again. Anyway, it's been nice talking to you. See you later." Rocko concluded. Rocko, Heffer and Filburt turned around and left. BEHIND A BUSH... "Sandy's seen me NAKED?!" Rocko wondered, feeling horribly uncomfortable. "_COMPLETELY_..._NAAAKEEED..._" "Okay, that's enough of that!" Filburt said hastily, covering Heffer's mouth. "Also, aren't you kind of being a hypocrite right now, Rocko? I mean, come on, seriously, you just saw Sandy naked." "Anyway, that's beside the point. Our plan is successful so far, isn't it?" Filburt asked. "Yes, it has been, actually." Rocko answered. "Case closed." 5. Say What Again? News suddenly reached Bikini Bottom that Plankton was formulating a plan to build a giant robot and destroy the entire universe; it was strongly rumored that Squidward somehow had a part in it. Later at Squidward's house, Squidward was trying to organize things while Spongebob was annoying him to no end. "SPONGEBOB! Would you stop irritating me so much!?" Squidward yelled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?" Spongebob asked. "Please, continue. You were saying something about...good intentions, right?" "Um...YES!" Squidward answered; he was tied to a chair. "What's the matter?" Spongebob asked. "Oh, you were finished? Oh, well allow me to retort." Spongebob dramatically stared deep into Squidward's eyes as he mouthed out the following question: "What does Sheldon Plankton look like?" "WHAT?" was Squidward's response. Spongebob flipped the coffee table like a boss. "WHAT OCEAN ARE YOU FROM?" "WHAT?" "WHAT isn't no ocean I ever heard of! Do they speak English in WHAT?" "WHAT?" "ENGLISH, SQUIDWARD, DO YOU SPEAK IT?" "YES!" "Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes!" "DESCRIBE what Sheldon J. Plankton LOOKS like!" "WHAT?" Spongebob raised his lethal BB gun. "SAY WHAT AGAIN! SAY! WHAT! AGAIN! I dare you, I DOUBLE DARE YOU, TENTACLE SUCKER! Say 'what' ONE more flipping time!" "He's...green." "Go on!" "He's small and one-eyed!" "Does he look like a good guy?" "WHAT?" Spongebob shot Squidward in the shoulder with his BB gun. "DOES! HE! LOOK! LIKE! SOMEONE WITH GOOD INTENTIONS?" "NO!" "That's all I wanted to hear." Spongebob said before untying Squidward. "I'm sorry, Spongebob!" Squidward yelled. "I'll never mess with you again as long as I live!" Spongebob locked Squidward inside Squidward's house, planted bombs that would be set off if he tried to break the walls or windows, and set off for the Krusty Krab. "SPONGEBOB! PATRICK!" Mr. Krabs yelled. "MAN THE BATTLE STATIONS OR YOU'RE FIRED!" Spongebob and Patrick both put on army hats. Spongebob manned a laser gun turret on top of the Krusty Krab, while Patrick set up a barricade of rocks around the restaurant. "Hey, everybody, look at me!" Spongebob said, drawing attention to himself. "I'ma firing my laser! AT NIGHT." "Um, actually, it's daytime, Spongebob!" Patrick pointed out. "Yeah, I know, I was just pretending it was night time because, well, night time is cool. Heh-heh." Spongebob explained. "Yeah, night time is cool. Huh-huh." Patrick replied. "STAY ON THE LOOKOUT, BOYS. IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR JOBS DONE TODAY, THEN I MIGHT NOT GET MY PAYCHECK TOMORROW. SO STAY FOCUSED!" Mr. Krabs ordered. "Roger that, sir." Spongebob replied. "Copy that, hee hee!" Patrick said in response. AT THE TREEDOME... Sandy had received an email order from Rocko, Heffer and Filburt. "SANDY. Activate Bikini Bottom's defense mechanisms. Plankton is in a human-sized robot suit up on the moon and is charging up energy to destroy the universe. While Spongebob and Patrick defend the Krusty Krab from Plankton's zombie apocalypse, we're ordering you to take us with you on your space shuttle rocket. We possess incredible fighting skills. Trust us. We can stop him with our space armor." "Okay." Sandy replied back using her email account. "Get over here quickly." The Krusty Krab was under heavy attack by hordes of zombies. Spongebob was gunning them down with his laser turret while Patrick was throwing rocks from the barricade at them. Bikini Bottom's numerous death traps (built by Sandy) took care of the rest of them. However, one of the zombies turned out to be a ninja pirate zombie robot; his power level was over nine thousand. Spongebob dialed up the laser power for this one. "FULL POWER!" "MORE POWER!" "MAX-I-MUM POWER!" Spongebob charged his laser up so much that when he fired it, it caused an atomic explosion. The Krusty Krab was in pieces. "HERE, BOYS!" Mr. Krabs yelled. "TAKE THESE LASER MACHINE GUNS!" Spongebob and Patrick charged straight through the zombie horde, shooting lasers all over the place like a future-age double Rambo on steroids while flaming buildings burned in the background. Bikini Bottom could not hold out much longer. MEANWHILE... Rocko, Heffer and Filburt had reached the Treedome. "Get into my rocket! Quickly!" Sandy ordered them. IN THE ROCKET... "Wow! All this machinery is beautiful, Sandy! Where'd you get it?" Rocko asked. "Thanks for the compliment, Rocko, but there's really no time for that." Sandy explained. "Ooo, WOW...look at all the pretty flashing lights and colors!" Heffer yelled. "What does this button do! It's big, red and shiny!" "DON'T TOUCH IT!" Rocko yelled, pouncing onto Heffer and tackling him onto the ground. "Never press BIG, RED, SHINY BUTTONS, you got that? That could have been a self-destruct button for all we know! Heffer, be more responsible!" "WOW...you're an idiot." Filburt told Heffer. "Filburt, would you stay out of this?" Rocko responded. "Okay, we're here!" Sandy yelled. "The Moon! Wait a minute...LASER ATTACK! We've been hit! We're going down in 5...4...3...2...1..." At the very last second, all four of them leaped out of the emergency exit in slow motion as the rocket exploded. "I can fix that..." Sandy reassured them. "Maybe..." 6. The Big Darned Fight This was it. The final battle. Rocko, Heffer, Filburt, and Sandy. All four of them were laying there, on the Moon. Gathering all of their strength, they stood up. "This is it, foul abomination! Eat...whatever it is we're cooking!" Filburt dramatically yelled at Plankton. "Boo!" Heffer yelled at Filburt. "HEY, IT'S BETTER THAN ANY STUPID ONE-LINER YOU COULD COME UP WITH, HEFFER!" Filburt yelled back. "Enough talk!" Plankton yelled. "I AM BECOME DESTROYER OF DESTRUCTION AND CHAOS!" Rocko interrupted him. "Umm, excuse me, sir, isn't that a double negative, what you just said? Because you see, if you destroy destruction, then you are actually restoring-" "SILENCE!" Plankton yelled. "I'm TIRED of being thrown into the same stupid show over and over again, TIME AND TIME AGAIN!" Filburt interrupted him again. "Um, pardon my interruption, but isn't that a little redundant-" "SHUT YOUR MOUTHS ALL OF YOU!" Plankton yelled. "I am forced to do the same stupid things day after day! I am SICK AND TIRED of trying and FAILING to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula from Mr. Krabs! Eat dirt, maggots." Plankton charged at them and punched them in the face, no mercy. "That's it, you asked for this, mate..." Rocko growled, using his ultimate martial-arts combo attack technique which he learned from Chuck Norris's book of Knowledge. Leaping into the air like a true kangaroo, he punched Plankton in the face, roundhouse-kicked him in the gut, and tail-whipped him right in the groin. Plankton reeled backward only to get owned again by Sandy's karate moves. Finally, Filburt retracted his entire body into his shell. Heffer, Rocko, and Sandy combined their force to kick Filburt's shell like a Koopa shell. The shell hit Plankton really hard, knocking the wind out of him. "That's it!" Plankton yelled, his armor slightly damaged. "You asked for it! I'm about two minutes away from charging up enough energy to destroy the entire universe! You fools will cease to exist! Adios, amigos!" "Oh, no you don't..." Filburt whispered. Down in Bikini Bottom, Spongebob was busy playing Through The Fire And Flames on his superpowered Goofy Goober guitar; the zombies did not stand a chance against the sheer awesomeness of him and his axe. Up on the moon, Filburt was preparing himself for the ultimate transformation. "Oh my ever loving God, what is he DOING?!" Sandy yelled. "The forbidden technique!" Heffer yelled back. "I forget what it's called, but he calls it the greatest and cheesiest power transformation known to man! Speaking of cheese, my stomach's feeling a little low on gas..." "YOU WANT ME? YOU'VE GOT ME!" Filburt yelled at Plankton. Suddenly, Filburt started transforming! He transformed into...THE CHEESE?! The Cheese began his long attack monologue. "I am the cheese...I AM THE CHEESE. I! AM! THE CHEESE! I AM THE BEST CHARACTER ON THIS SHOW! I AM BETTER THAN BOTH THE BALONEY AND THE SALAMI COMBINED!" "You think you're so tough?! HA!" Plankton yelled. "Let me see what you've got!" "Don't listen to him! Sandwiches are good!" Heffer yelled. "THROW EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT AT HIM!" Sandy yelled desperately. "YOU HEARD THE LADY!" The Cheese yelled at Plankton. "I'M GOING TO THROW EVERYTHING I'VE GOT AT YOU!" "I'VE GOT ALLEN WRENCHES, GERBIL FEEDERS, TOILET SEATS, ELECTRIC HEATERS, TRASH COMPACTORS, JUICE EXTRACTORS, SHOWER RODS AND WATER METERS, WALKIE-TALKIES, COPPER WIRES, SAFETY GOGGLES, RADIAL TIRES, BB PELLETS, RUBBER MALLETS, FANS AND DEHUMIDIFIERS, PICTURE HANGERS, PAPER CUTTERS, WAFFLE IRONS, WINDOW SHUTTERS, PAINT REMOVERS, WINDOW LOUVRES, MASKING TAPE AND PLASTIC GUTTERS, KITCHEN FAUCETS, FOLDING TABLES, WEATHER STRIPPING, JUMPER CABLES, HOOKS AND TACKLE, GROUT AND SPACKLE, POWER FOGGERS, SPOONS AND LADLES, PESTICIDES FOR FUMIGATION, HIGH-PERFORMANCE LUBRICATION, METAL ROOFING, WATER PROOFING, MULTI-PURPOSE INSULATION, AIR COMPRESSORS, BRASS CONNECTORS, WRECKING CHISELS, SMOKE DETECTORS, TIRE GAUGES, HAMSTER CAGES, THERMOSTATS AND BUG DEFLECTORS, TRAILER HITCH DEMAGNETIZERS, AUTOMATIC CIRCUMCISERS, TENNIS RACKETS, ANGLE BRACKETS, DURACELLS AND ENERGIZERS, SOFFIT PANELS, CIRCUIT BREAKERS, VACUUM CLEANERS, COFFEE MAKERS, CALCULATORS, GENERATORS, MATCHING SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS!" Filburt's attack caused the entire universe to explode, and all of the Rocko and Spongebob characters were trapped in limbo. "Filburt...you really _had _to make a Weird Al reference, didn't you?" the god of cartoons sighed. "Oh, sweet mother of Neptune...what on Earth just happened?" Spongebob wondered. "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma." Patrick rambled. "Hey, Filburt!" Rocko yelled. "The Simpsons would like to have a word with you!" End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, SpongeBob SquarePants, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	34,783	32,736
null	Rocko's Modern Life, SpongeBob SquarePants 1. Warriors and Wizards NICKTOON LEGENDS CHAPTER 1: OF SPONGY SWORDSMEN, WALLABY WIZARDS AND...DOCTOR ZIM "What the heck? How did we end up in some kind of fantasy RPG land?" Sandy wondered. "Dunno, but-" Spongebob began and then was interrupted. "Welcome to the training grounds." some random anonymous knight said. "This is a great spot for newbies to hang out, ya hear? Hell, you don't even need to train here! Just dress up as your favorite RPG character class, saddle up and go!" "I'm a wallaby wizard! Everyone loves magic!" Rocko said with a somewhat overly cheerful and adorable smile; he was wearing red shoes, his face looked like Harry Potter's, and his blue shirt now had yellow triangles on it. His wizard staff was literally some random stick he found in the forest, and onto the tip of it he had superglued a tennis ball. Fake magic staffs aren't supposed to work, but after literally having the entire encyclopedia of wizardry knowledge crammed into his brain, he assumes that basically anything will work, properly or not. "I hate you. It sure sucks eggs to be the archer." Squidward groaned; he was dressed like Robin Hood and had an arrow pierced through his nose. "What? It makes me look intimidating." His bow was made out of cheaply decorated fool's gold. "Of course. As you can clearly see, I take pride in accepting only the finest material." Well, it's certainly better than that rubbish excuse for a staff, I'll give it that. "I AM DOCTOR MARIO AND I WILL KILL YOUR WIVES! COME TO ME WHEN YOU'VE BEEN CUT BY LASERS, I MEAN, SHARP KNIVES! BRIGHTLY COLORED PILLS! TAKE UNTIL IT KILLS! JUST AS LONG AS YOU'RE READY TO PAY! THE! BILLS! HA! IN-VA-DER ZIM! DE-STROYS THE EARTH! DEATH FROM A-BOVE! MUHUHAHAHA! NOW YOU KNOW MY NAME! THIS IS NOT A GAME! ALL YOU FILTHY EARTHLING VERMIN ARE! THE! SAME! HA!" Okay, okay, Zim, for the love of God, Jesus, and all that is holy on this freaking Earth, WE GET IT. You're dressed up as Dr. Mario. Also, you have Gir as your assistant...WITH WINGS? SERIOUSLY? Oh, dear God, this is going to be so annoying... "I AM SPONGEBOB! DESTROYER OF EVIL! EVIL SHALL TREMBLE BENEATH MY MIGHTY BLADE!" Spongebob triumphantly yelled. He was dressed as a Viking warrior with chainmail jeans, silver boots, a beard and mustache, and a Viking warrior helmet with the horns and everything. Also, he had a red cape. His sword appeared to be the only good weapon that the team had. What amazing luck! Why is Spongebob always favored over everyone else? "So this is our entire team?" Sandy asked. "Yep." And with that, they set out on horseback and went to the safe-house marked on their map, which was a giant Adventure Time style treehouse. They trained for exactly one week. During their training montage, "Eye Of The Tiger" played in the background, cliche for the sake of being cliche. Rocko somehow managed to find over 9,000 different ways to accidentally hurt himself with his magic; at one point, he even made God cram forty-two KNOWLEDGE books into his pitiful mortal brain one at a time. "Your stupid mind! Stupid!" God scolded him, pointing a huge blue finger at him. Spongebob got paid to slice pineapples with a sword (ironic since he lives in one; how the hell is he living on land in this story anyway?) and Sandy always paid attention to him. Clearly, this story is one of Spongebob's physically stronger moments. Sandy practiced her karate and lasso skills as always, even though she was already a master of both. Squidward was almost as bad at target practice as he was at playing clarinet, and at one point he accidentally killed someone's cow with his atrocious aiming skills. He would need to find a way to pay back the debt for that cow's death, even though he was a flat broke loser. Last but not least, Zim sang the Dr. Mario theme song at literally every opportunity presented to him. He was pretty funny but didn't do much for the team aside from providing them with space alien medicine that had mostly hallucinogenic effects. Zim's statistics showed that at least 50% of specimens within the Rabid Invader Zim Fangirl species had raging boner crushes on Gir. Rumor began to spread throughout human society that Dr. Mario was actually a drug dealer, and since humans have a horrible tendency of being absolute idiots, they tried to sue Nintendo for it and ended up getting their asses handed to them. After all, Zim clearly has green skin, even when disguised. At the end of the training montage, everyone went upstairs and went to bed. However, Rocko sensed that Spongebob was trying to hide something important from him. When he opened the door, he was positively shocked at what he saw. CHAPTER 2: CRAZY ABOUT ROCKO "Oh, I see you've been secretly binge-watching my show!" Rocko said with surprise, grabbing the Complete Series DVD case. "You bet I am! I just discovered this fantastic show and it's been rocking my socks off!" Spongebob said with satisfaction, pausing the show right at the end of the theme song; he was just about to watch the legendary episode "Wacky Delly". "You don't see awesome shows like this godliness every day, you know. Believe it or not, this series is so darned amazing that I actually kind of feel jealous of you now! Therefore, I declare that I absolutely positively LOVE this show! Best Nickelodeon series EVER!" Spongebob rambled, foaming at the mouth. "Okay, okay, I get it. You can stop now. Enough drooling over the show like a rabidly obsessed lunatic." Rocko scolded with a smile. "Anyway, back to the previous topic, I see you're really loving my show!" "Well, yeah, obviously." Spongebob replied. "What do you want me to do now, pardon my asking?" "Touch the show." Rocko replied, suddenly going into a trance for no apparent reason. "What?" Spongebob replied in confusion. "_LICK THE SHOW..._" Rocko continued, staring straight down at the DVD case he was holding with a rather menacingly evil look in his eyes; his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth and was also positively dripping with saliva. "Lick the show. Lick the show. Lick the show, lick the show. Lick the show. Show. Show. Show. Show. Show. Show..." he began muttering to himself while walking around in a circle with the DVD case gripped tightly in his outstretched hands. "For crying out loud, what in the holy mother of Neptune does Zim put in those frickin' pills?" Spongebob thought to himself, scratching his helmet. "And I thought the Goofy Goober LSD scandal was bad...I certainly had no idea that people loved Rocko THIS much! What, is he a frickin' narcissist or something?" "BAWK GAWK! GAWK!" Rocko set the DVD set down on the table and suddenly started making bird noises for literally no reason other than that he presumably saw a small bird pass by through the treehouse window. "I'M A DINGO BAT! I'M A DINGO BAT!" Slipping even further into insanity, Rocko began flapping his arms up and down like a giant pair of wings as he somewhat drunkenly stumbled back and forth across the room like an idiot, singing about his so-called "dingo-bat wings" in a cringe-worthy, stunningly bad falsetto voice. "I'M FLAP-FLAP-FLAPPING MY DINGO-BAT WINGS! FLAP-FLAP-FLAPPING MY DINGO-BAT WINGS!" At the exact moment when he finished singing his imaginary song, Rocko suddenly saw something through the window. "OH MY GOD IT'S A FLYING FISH!" Unable to think rationally, Rocko jumped right through the window, screaming his brain out. He took a break from screaming for a second to scratch the stinging itch on his brain, then continued screaming as he fell into the lake. "I have literally no words to describe what in the underwater hell just happened." Spongebob muttered to himself. Suddenly, Spongebob heard the sound of flapping wings and looked through the window! It was Gir, carrying Rocko's dripping, completely soaked body. "HEY, LOOK, EVERYBODY, I FOUND A DINOSAUR KANGAROO DOGFISH!" Gir rambled cluelessly. "OH MY SWEET PANCAKE LORD, JUST LOOK AT THE SKINNY LITTLE FELLER, HE'S AS TALL AS A GIRAFFE!" Upon hearing that remark, Rocko's ears perked up as he regained consciousness. "First of all, for the record, I am literally THREE feet tall. Second of all, put me down already and go lift your own weights!" Gir was deeply angered and offended by that last remark. "YOU'VE...GOT...CHICKEN LEGS!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as they both entangled themselves together into a giant ball of dust, stars and fists, rolling all over the floor with rage as they ferociously and violently wrestled with each other to decide who was the better man. "Nope. Still no words. I give up." Spongebob thought to himself. "Oops...zat was not medicine! Hehe!" Zim thought to himself out loud. >"There's only so much a wallaby can take!" Rocko yelled, pinning Gir to the floor.<p> "Zim, sometimes I swear you are dumber than a sack of oranges." Sandy scolded Zim. "RAISINS?!" Gir screamed; overheating with excitement, he literally lost his mind (if he even had one to begin with) and started writhing on the floor wildly like a complete AR-TARD. "YOU FRICKIN' RAISINS?! SONIC, URRRGH! FRICK! FRICK-OW-FRICK! FRIIICK! URGH, FRICK! THIS IS FRICKIN' STUPID! URR, CURSE YOUUU! CURSE YOU SONIC FAN-BASE!" Rocko just rolled on the floor laughing at Gir's hilariously flawless SammyClassicSonicFan impersonation. "Purple, orange, and green! You know what I mean! My pills are the nastiest you've ev-er seen! HA! BOW DOWN TO ME! BOW DOWN TO ME AND ONLY ME! FOR I AM DOCTOR ZIM! MUHUHAHAHA! (cough, cough)" Zim theatrically boasted to the heavens. "YOU FILTHY SEMI-HUMAN EARTHLING SCUM! YOU PATHETICALLY FEEBLE-MINDED UNWASHED VERMIN SHALL NOW BEAR WITNESS TO THE ALMIGHTY AND POWERFUL UBER-MAJESTY AND WICKEDLY AWESOME SUPREME ULTRA-GLORY OF MY BEAUTIFUL D- GAAAAH! PEPPER SPRAY! UM...BAD NIGHT, EVERYONE!" Zim fainted and fell asleep. With no more Zim to bother them for the rest of the night, everyone else went to sleep as well. Gir was locked inside a steel coffin for the night to prevent him from ransacking the fridge and eating all the food. 2. Dr Zim Is In The House CHAPTER 3: DOCTOR ZIM IS IN THE HOUSE! The next morning, everyone woke up from the sound of Sandy yelling at them to gather together in the living room. Once everyone had made it into the living room (except Gir; he was in the bathroom screaming CHOCOLATE STARFISH), Sandy explained the team's new purpose. "It seems ya'll've been brought here because the cartoon gods seem to believe that you boys are the only ones that can stop the evil menace...the faceless, soulless, heartless corporation known as Viacom." Sandy began. "But I'm owned by Viacom!" Spongebob pointed out. "And so was I during my final season!" Rocko added. "Curse those greedy bastards for not putting me on demand...I mean, honestly, couldn't I at least have an uncut DVD release for a change? Why does Spongebob ALWAYS have to get all the attention? It makes me feel so horribly miserable and neglected. I don't want to feel rejected anymore!" "ZIM FEELS YOUR PAIN, PUNY MORTALS. HOWEVER, NOTHING CAN STOP THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTY FORCE OF NATURE KNOWN AS ZIM! NO COPYRIGHT LAW IN THE UNIVERSE IS GOING TO STOP ME! WORLD DOMINATION IS IMMINENT!" Zim added. "I hate my life." Squidward groaned. "Anyway, moving on," Sandy continued, "we need a game plan here." "DOES IT INVOLVE GIANT ROBOTS AND/OR TAKING OVER THE WORLD?!" Zim asked. "Nope." Sandy answered. "Sandy, will you marry me?" Rocko asked. "Well, although you're super-adorable, we don't really have time for that right now...aww, man, you're such a cuddly little sweetheart though." Sandy answered. "Maybe we could just go out together for dinner or something. Spongebob has a huge crush on me, though, and I don't wanna disappoint him." "Well, whatever works for you works for me, I suppose!" Rocko said with a smile; despite being generally introverted, he was always so kind, compassionate and charismatic. "Um...excuse me, but...is our story based off of Lord Of The Rings?" Spongebob asked; oddly, he was actually one of Sandy's smartest students despite being a warrior. "Why, yes! How did you know that?" Sandy answered. "Well, I suppose most medieval stories these days do have strong similarities to Lord Of The Rings..." Spongebob explained. "THIS IS GETTING BORING! WHERE ARE ALL THE ANIMALS? I MUST ENSLAVE THEM!" Zim complained. "YOU! SIR! ROCKY! WHATEVER YOU ARE!" "I'm a wallaby, thank you very much." Rocko pointed out. "Also, please don't eat me! I'm too juicy- I mean, tender- I MEAN, CHEWY! OH MY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" That comment put a huge and evil grin on Zim's face. "I'LL EAT YOU ALL ALIVE! STARTING WITH YOU, JUICY TENDER CHEWY KANGAROO THING!" he laughed maniacally. Rocko screamed his brain out and made a run for it as Zim charged after him. After a few minutes of running, he reached a dead end, the Cliff Of Very Sharp Things. "Come on, brain, think. You've studied alien biology! Where would Zim's squeegly-spootch be? Ah, screw it, here goes nothing." Rocko thought to himself. "Pointwandicus Atsqueeglyspootchicus!" Rocko yelled. Somehow (likely through divine intervention), his spell worked. As Zim charged straight into him, Rocko's staff inexplicably pointed itself at just the right angle to hit Zim right in the squeegly-spootch. "OOO! SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!" Zim squealed. "ROCKO...WINS. FLAWLESS...VICTORY." Zim said, wincing with pain. "FATALITY." And just then, he fainted. All of a sudden, Gir appeared out of nowhere riding a flying pig. "OH MY GOD, YOU KILLED ZIM! HE'S DEAD! YOU KILLED HIM! NO!" Gir screamed to the heavens. "I'M STILL ALIVE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT! IT IS BUT A FLESH WOUND!" Zim yelled at Gir in a high-pitched helium voice. "AND DON'T LAUGH!" he added. Rocko almost wet himself just from trying not to laugh. Meanwhile, Gir laughed so hard that he started screaming and writhing on the ground like a lunatic again. "BALLOONS! CUPCAKES! PIZZA! CANDLES! FLOWERS! PRESENTS! CANDY! GRAPE SODA! BUBBLES! POTATO CHIPS! MOON-BOUNCE! BUTTERFLIES! MICHAEL JACKSON! TIN FOIL! LADYBUGS! OBAMA! FLOWERS! RAINBOWS! PINGAS! NEEURRRGH!" "Sweet Mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz, Zim! You really need to get that mentally ill robot fixed immediately! He's got so many blasted screws loose that even my dog Spunky looks normal by comparison now! And that dog ate my toenail clippings off the floor as if they were delicious hotcakes!" Rocko ranted about Gir's troubling incompetence. "OH YEAH?!" Zim talked back like a completely insufferable douchebag. "WELL HOW ABOUT I TAKE THAT DAMNED STAFF OF YOURS AND SHOVE IT DIRECTLY UP YOUR BLOODY HAIRY-" "OOH, LANGUAGE!" Gir screamed right in Zim's face, startling him and almost giving him a heart attack. "LOOK AT MY BIG, BEAUTIFUL DICTIONARY! STUDY IT OR DIE! CRICKETS! PIKACHU! ZEEURRRGH! EEYOOM? CUPCAKES WITH RAISINS?! AIEEURRRAGH! WAHAHAHAHA! DERPY DERPY DOOM! WHEE! WHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!" "OKAY, THAT'S IT, YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL!" Zim yelled. "YOU NEED...TO SHUT! THE FRAK! UP!" At that moment, Gir started crying super-ultra-loudly, shaking all the trees in the forest and releasing all the blue jays. "Oh, sweet, kind-hearted Jesus, please tell me, what did I ever do to deserve such a horribly cruel and unusual punishment to my eardrums?!" Rocko yelled, pulling and stretching his ears in frustration; he almost tore them off from how forcefully he was yanking on them. "That's it!" Rocko said, irritated. "I'm using a magic spell! Earius Pluggioos!" The spell worked and gave Rocko earplugs, but it also made Rebecca Black's "Friday" play very loudly inside his brain, causing the god-awful music to echo through his entire skull. "Zim, for the love of God, please help me! I think my ears are bleeding internally!" Rocko screamed. "This looks like a job for Dr. Mario...or should I say ZIM!" Zim proclaimed. "Just cut to the chase already, would you please?!" Rocko demanded. "That god-awful music you're hearing is coming from inside my poor, tortured little brain! You gotta dig in there and pull out whatever infernal device is playing that filth! I don't even care if you have a medical license or not! JUST DO SOMETHING BEFORE I GO COMPLETELY INSANE, FOR PETE'S SAKE!" "I don't understand what you're saying and I don't care." Zim replied. "Okay, okay, I'll rephrase it the way you want me to say it..." Rocko groaned, rolling his eyes. "FLIP OPEN THE LID! ON TOP OF MY HEAD! GET THAT MUSIC OUT OF THERE BEFORE! I'M! DEAD!" "Your head has a lid on top of it?" Zim asked, confused. "Don't ask." Rocko replied. TWELVE SECONDS LATER... "Damnit, Zim, I thought you'd have some kind of proper tools for this! I always knew you had absolutely no idea what you were doing to begin with!" Rocko ranted about Zim's piss-poor skills as a doctor. "Stop complaining! I know what I'm doing!" Zim complained, digging his bare, sharp-clawed fingers into Rocko's brain without a second thought. "OW! Stop jamming your sharp claws into my nerve endings! That really hurts, you know!" Rocko demanded. "My calculations show that, thanks to the massive amount of cartoon logic flowing through your bloodstream, this sorry, pathetic excuse for brain surgery isn't even hurting you that much at all!" Zim explained. "Now just ignore the pain and let me work my magic! Get ready!" Zim said, forming his hand into a drill shape. "I'm going in!" APPROXIMATELY FIVE SECONDS OF SCREAMING LATER... "There it is! I can feel it! I'm pulling it out right now!" Zim exclaimed with excitement. "Please be gentle. PLEASE?" Rocko asked, begging Zim for mercy. "Will you spare me a dime if I try to do this as gently as possible?" Zim asked. "Sorry, mate, but I'm flat broke. However, would you mind being a bit more careful with your- GAAAH!" Rocko suddenly yelled in pain as Zim painfully yanked out the iPod stuck inside his brain. "I'm observing the device, and it seems that there is no way to turn it off." Zim explained. "Well, for goodness sakes, are there any other music options on that wretched infernal contraption?" Rocko asked curiously. "Yes...but it seems that the only other option would appear to be music from a certain musician named Justin." Zim replied. "Justin who?" Rocko asked. "Oh, please don't tell me it's-" "If you're asking what I think you're asking, then yes. Yes it is. Justin...Bieber." Zim answered. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, kangaroo boy?" "Y-Yes. Yes, I am." Rocko said, surprised by Zim's unexpected insight. "Hand the device to me, and I will do what has to be done." "Throw it." Zim said, reading Rocko's mind. "Throw it off the cliff into oblivion." "Yeah!" Rocko replied confidently with an incredibly evil and mischievous smirk on his face. "That's what I'M gonna do..." And with that, Rocko threw the iPod off the cliff, put on sunglasses and walked away from the demonic nuclear explosion like a badass. "A wallaby's gotta do what a wallaby's gotta do." "Not to mention aliens also gotta do what aliens gotta do!" Zim pointed out, shooting Gir in the face. "Good riddance. I'll just summon our robot horse to take us back to our group! We'll simply use the GPS feature to locate them! MUHUHAHAHA! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE GENIUS OF ZIM! I AM ZIM AND ZIM IS AWESOME!" "Hit it, doc!" Rocko encouraged Zim. "ROCKY'S FEELING FINE! I AM ON CLOUD NINE! DOCTOR MARIO IS IN THE HOUSE! TO-NIGHT! And with that, the unlikely dynamic duo rode off into the sunset. "Who needs inferior organic horses when you can just buy one with useful headlights, infinite fuel and super-nifty cupholders? HA! You silly humans are just so utterly pathetic!" Zim boasted. "Good old Zim..." Rocko sighed. 3. Krabs The Hermit Rocko and Zim reached the rest of the team quickly by riding on Zim's robotic horse. They passed a conspicuously massive number of trees, took stops at several convenience stores along the way,and dared each other to go into the outhouses; Zim was too afraid to do so. "THE ROACHES...THEY LIVE AMONG US ALL!" Zim screamed in agony. A FEW MINUTES LATER... "Where've you boys been?" Sandy asked. "Oh, it's a very long story..." Rocko replied. A FEW MINUTES LATER, IN THE TENT... Sandy and Squidward were both rolling on the floor dying of laughter. "For REAL?! Oh, dear lord, what sort of trouble will you two get yourselves into next?" Sandy asked, brushing the tears of joy from her eyes. ""Who knows?" Squidward said blankly. "Anyway," Sandy continued, "Good night once again!" "Chopping trees is such a blast!" Spongebob said with an unnecessary amount of childlike joy. THE NEXT MORNING... "What was that?" almost everyone in the tent asked. "Nothing. Just the sound of my flatulence." Zim answered. "Weird." Sandy responded. "I'LL EAT YOU ALL ALIVE!" Zim yelled. "Oh, for the love of God, please not this again..." Rocko groaned. "Here, have this granola bar. Also, have some steak while you're at it." Sandy offered. Zim growled like an animal, baring his teeth. "Down, boy!" Rocko scolded him. "Don't make me get out me baseball bat again!" Zim whimpered in fear and obeyed. ONE MONTAGE OF ZIM AND PALS SCARFING DOWN HAM AND EGGS LATER... "Alright, men, it's time to go!" Zim ordered everyone. "Hey, you're not the boss of us!" Sandy yelled at him. "Then who is?" Zim asked. "I AM!" Sandy reminded him. "Now move out of the way, please." "Try me, squirrel girl. See what happens- OOOOOOH! NOT AGAIN! HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MY SQUEEGLY-SPOOTCH?" Zim squealed in pain for the second chapter in a row after being punched in the squeegly-spootch by Sandy. "I was the teacher of the Irken biology class that Rocko took during our one-week training montage. Also, I have a crush on him." Sandy revealed. "WHY YOU LITTLE-" Zim screamed, charging toward Rocko. "I'M GONNA- OOOOOOOOOH! he squealed for the third time as Rocko kicked him right in the gap between his legs. "Alien genders are just weird like that." Zim explained. "That was actually my sneedily-snootch." "What's the difference?" Rocko groaned. "Anyway, that's what you get for performing brain surgery on me without even using your painkiller pills! What in God's name is wrong with you?" FIVE HOURS OF WALKING LATER... "Okay, we're almost there!" Sandy said. "Is everyone ready?" "I'm putting up the tent..over there...so I can sleep." Squidward groaned, pointing to a nearby cave. "That's where we're going, silly!" Sandy explained. "That cave is actually part of our route to Viacom's land of doom!" "Ooh, Viacom's tunnel of-a doom, VERY SCARY! Yeah, right! Can we please just finish this quest already so that I can go home, relax and take over the world?" Zim moaned. "I have to agree with him." Squidward groaned. "Can we please just turn back?" "No!" Rocko exclaimed. "We must never give up! Even though me poor aching feet feel like they need a rest now..." He sat down on a rock and pulled his shoes off, unintentionally displaying his bare feet to Sandy. "Would you mind if I gave you a good old fashioned massage to relax those nice, big, adorable, plushy, kangaroo feet of yours?" Sandy asked. "L-Later!" Rocko answered nervously, blushing with embarassment. "Jeez, what's gotten into you lately?" "Sandy, stop flirting with our magician every five minutes!" Spongebob told Sandy. "We have a mission to accomplish here! Try to focus a bit more on the actual...you know, POINT of this chapter!" "Heh, 'point'." Squidward chuckled. They made it into the forest and were on a pretty smooth roll up until the point when... "SPIDER!" everyone screamed, making a run for it, straight through the forest. Eventually, they reached the entrance to the cave. They all climbed the rocks and went in. INSIDE THE CAVE... Sandy and her crew traversed the dark tunnels of the cave and met a worn-out, utterly demented shell of a man. It was Mr. Krabs, heavily corrupted by the power of money. He had found a million-dollar coin and was obviously determined to hold on to it no matter what might happen. "Hello...my name is Mr. Krabs...pleased to meet you." he whispered to them in a hissing voice. "What brings you here?" Spongebob asked. "This...million-dollar coin I'm holding here...this beautiful, golden coin...my...precious." Mr. Krabs explained. "I mustn't let anyone take me precious, I mustn't! I must not let them have their way!" he continued, hacking and wheezing. "What do you eat down here?" Sandy asked. "Have you really been living down here long enough to grow a beard? How did you sustain yourself for that long?" "Fish." Mr. Krabs answered. "Raw fish." "But you're a sea creature just like me!" Spongebob pointed out. >"And me." Squidward also pointed out.<p> "Well, I also eat anyone who's foolish enough to come in here and bother me while I'm trying to have my nice and quiet time all to myself." Mr. Krabs explained, causing everyone to draw their weapons on him. "You don't need a license to chop someone's head off!" Spongebob taunted. "Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother...I'll hurt you if I have to, you understand me?" Rocko explained. "Feel the power of my...mighty arrows? Ah, screw it." Squidward groaned. "EAT MEDICINE, YOU SICKENING GREEDHEAD!" Zim theatrically yelled. Sandy punched Mr. Krabs in the face. "Okay, I'll join you. Just please don't hurt me! I'll tell you anything!" "Do you know the best route to Viacomordor?" Sandy asked. "Can you convince Sandy to stop trying to give me foot rubs while I'm asleep?" Rocko asked. Sandy blushed and giggled at that remark but did not say a word in response. "DO YOU KNOW HOW TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?" Zim asked. "CAN YOU BUILD A GIANT ROBOT FOR ME?' "Zim, this is frickin' Middle-Earth for crying out loud!" Sandy scolded him. "They don't have highly advanced technology here, apart from all the stuff in our abandoned safe-house..." "Do you know how to make a Krabby Patty?" Spongebob asked. "Also, what color is my underwear?" "Spongebob!" Sandy scolded him. "Can you show me how not to be a loser? A Squidward, if you will?" Squidward asked. "Please, sir, I beg of you." Squidward broke down into tears. "Oh, who am I kidding, it's no use!" "I do know the shortcut to Viacomordor." Mr. Krabs explained. "Here, follow me!" "Oh, who am I kidding, I might as well follow along with the plan." Squidward groaned. 4. Viacomordor And so they set off on their official journey to the evil land known as Viacomordor. Sandy, Spongebob, Zim, Rocko, Squidward and Mr. Krabs, to be exact. "So tell me...how did you come across that million-dollar coin of yours?" Sandy asked. "I have no idea." Mr. Krabs answered. >"Well, that's peculiar." Sandy responded.<p> "Look out, my beloved masters! One of Viacom's minions has blocked our path!" Mr. Krabs warned everyone, jumping onto the man and eating him alive while Sandy and the gang watched with pricelessly horrified and disgusted facial expressions. Well, except for Zim, that is; he seemed to be enjoying it. "AH, YES! THE WEIGHT OF CRIME BEARS BITTER FRUIT INDEED! MUHUHAHAHA! OH, HOW I LOVE BITTER THINGS..." Zim explained while eating popcorn. "MAKE THAT PIGGY SQUEAL!" "Well, at least he's out of the way..." Squidward groaned. They continued along Mr. Krabs's route. They killed a whole bunch of guards, traversed all kinds of treacherous cave-related obstacles, farted in the bat cave, and eventually made it to the outer rim trail of the mountain. "Umm, excuse me sir, how exactly are we supposed to get past all these falling rocks?" Rocko asked, pointing to all the boulders inexplicably falling from the top of the mountain. "Just do the same thing you always do. Scream and run." Mr. Krabs explained. "What do you think this is supposed to be, my theme song?" Rocko talked back. "Just do it, would you please?" Mr. Krabs demanded angrily. AND SO THEY ALL RAN PAST THE BOULDERS, SCREAMING AT THE TOPS OF THEIR LUNGS WHILST DOING SO. "Okay, now we just go down these stairs here, and...OH MY GOSH IT'S A GIANT OCTOPUS WITH EYEBALLS!" Mr. Krabs screamed. "Where in the Lord's name did he come from?" "Stay back, I'll handle this." Squidward explained. Squidward had had a lot of practice with shooting arrows, so he simply shot an arrow at the eyeball on the tip of each tentacle. In a desperation attack, the octopus grabbed Squidward. "Oh, God, I'm out of arrows! SPONGEBOB! HELP ME!" Squidward yelled. "Alright, time's up, let's do this! LEEROY! JENKINS!" Spongebob yelled so dramatically that his voice actually echoed across the countryside; he charged straight into battle, chopping the monster's tentacles off and stabbing it right in the face-eye with his sword. That was, in laymen's terms, the final blow. The monster roared in agony and exploded into confetti, leaving Squidward alone and still hungry. He thought about sandwiches. A FEW MINUTES LATER... "Okay, looks like we've reached the gates." Sandy pointed out. "What do we do now?" "Say the magic word." Mr. Krabs explained. "What's the magic word?" Sandy asked. >"Cancellation." Mr. Krabs answered.<p> And with that, the gates opened. "HEY! We take offense to that!" Rocko and Zim yelled with disapproval. The landscape of Viacomordor was dry, polluted and barren; there were volcanoes everywhere, and there was a large tower off in the distance. On top of the tower was a huge eyeball-shaped security camera. "They call that thing the Eye of Viacom. That thing can actually see right through your clothes!" Mr Krabs explained. "Oh, God, please don't remind me of that time when my friends filmed me naked..." Rocko groaned. "Those perverts!" Sandy sneered with disapproval. "How do we shut that stupid thing off?" "I think I know." Spongebob said in a deep voice, with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Mr. Krabs, follow me into this here volcano." INSIDE THE VOLCANO... "Fetch, boy! Fetch!" Spongebob commanded Mr. Krabs, throwing the million-dollar coin so that it fell into the lava pit at the bottom of the volcano. "No! My money! Come back here! Come to papa! I loved you like a dear, sweet child! NO!" Mr. Krabs screamed, frantically charging off the edge of the precipice and diving straight into the lava. "If you go, I'm going with you! Tell me daughter I love her-" To make a long story short, Mr. Krabs fell into the lava and died along with his stupid million-dollar coin. "Good riddance." Spongebob spat. And with that, the Eye of Viacom suddenly began to malfunction. After having a seizure for several seconds, the device exploded. "Alright. Let's go." Spongebob commanded his crew. And so Spongebob, Zim, Rocko, Squidward and Sandy joined forces, powering their way through Viacomordor. >With Spongebob's brawn, Zim's brains, Rocko's adorableness, Squidward's pitiful depression and Sandy's sense of leadership, the team was unstoppable.<p> Eventually, they reached the bridge to the tower. A strong wind was blowing on the bridge, strong enough to blow most of the team's members off. "Heavicus Weighticus!" Rocko chanted; unfortunately, however, the spell backfired on him and dropped an anvil on top of his head, causing him to get dizzy and pass out. "Alright, everyone. Wait for the wind to stop blowing, then run for your lives." Sandy explained. "Zim, give all of us your speed pills." Zim produced five orange pills from his arse; one for each member of the team. "Okay, now RUN!" Sandy ordered them. She picked up Rocko and cradled him in her crazily loving yet strong arms, then the team blasted off. They all ran like the wind and they all made it across the drawbridge; once they made it into the tower, Rocko regained consciousness. "Where am I?" he asked. "Looks like we've entered Viacom's HQ." Sandy explained. 5. The Fall Of Viacom Spongebob, Sandy, Rocko, Zim and Squidward climbed the tower one stairstep at a time. Eerily, they began to realize that there was a gigantic bottomless pit in the center of the tower. "Wouldn't want to fall in there." Rocko thought to himself. TWO HOURS LATER... "8,999...9,000...9,001...9,002...Sweet holy Jesus, how many frickin' stairs does this cursed tower have?" Spongebob wondered. SOME TIME LATER... "Okay...it has...approximately...nine...thousand...fourty...two...steps." Spongebob exhaustedly confirmed. Having finally reached the top of the staircase, all five of them decided to take a fairly long rest break by passing out and collapsing onto the floor from sheer exhaustion. ONE HOUR LATER... The team woke up and was all ready to fight. "With my brains..." Sandy chanted. >"And my apathy..." Squidward groaned.<br>"And my sword..." Spongebob chanted. >"AND MY INSANITY..." Zim chanted.<br>"And my staff, if you can even call it that..." Rocko chanted. "WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!" all five of them chanted in unison, forming a circle formation and placing their right hands on top of each other in the middle. "Um, excuse me, miss Sandy?" Rocko asked. "Could you give us a number crunch real quick?" "Uhhh...yeah gimme a sec...I'm coming up with thirty-two point three three uh, repeating of course, percentage, of survival." Sandy replied. "Well, that's a lot better than we usually do." Squidward groaned. "Uhh, alright, you think we're ready boys?" Sandy asked. "Alright chums, Let's do this...SPONGEBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB SQUAAAAAREPANNNNNTS!" Spongebob yelled, charging straight into the bridge room. "Oh my god, he just ran in..." Rocko and Squidward groaned, face-palming. All four of Spongebob's team mates ran after him. "Stick to the plan, for God's sake!" Sandy yelled at him. >"Yeah, stick to the plan, mate!" Rocko agreed.<br>"They don't pay me enough for this crap..." Squidward groaned. >"HEY, COME BACK HERE AND GET YOUR SHOTS, MISTER!" Zim yelled.<p> Once the team reached the end of the bridge, they were greeted by a huge monster of a man. "Greetings, I am Mr. Noht Aist. I am the lord of Viacom's operations." the man said. "Where's everyone else, then?" Sandy asked. >"I killed them." Noht replied. "Anyone who disobeys me immediately gets thrown off of this dilapidated 10-meter wide stone bridge. However, I still fight with honor; therefore, I will legitimately fight you like a real man. Are you ready?"<p> "You bet I'm ready, you son of a gun!" Sandy yelled. "Take this!" Sandy tried to roundhouse-kick Noht, but Noht grabbed her leg, twisted it, and threw her across the bridge. "Hey! No one treats my friends like that!" Spongebob yelled. "Take this!" Spongebob swung his sword at Noht, but Noht's armor broke the sword and Spongebob got punched across the bridge. "What? I'm just sitting here eating popcorn." Squidward said. "Now you two bastards are the only ones left." Noht growled, pointing to Zim and Rocko. "Do you know how freaking overrated you two have gotten over the years?" "Zim? Yes. Me? Not so much. My show isn't overrated! It's just freaking awesome!" Rocko replied, irritated. "You, sir, are a monster! You canceled freaking amazing shows like my show for example-" "Not to mention MY show-" Zim added. "And then you replaced them with absolute garbage like Fanboy & Chum Chum and Breadwinners! Heck, the only innovative and quality animated cartoon series you actually keep on the air is Spongebob, which in truth really isn't even all that innovative! Hell, Spongebob wouldn't even exist if I hadn't existed before it!" Rocko ranted. "All you care about is freaking money! Learn to freaking RESPECT the classics for God's sake!" "Please! Noht! Listen to him! It's good for your soul!" Spongebob pleaded. "Oh, puh-leeze. I have no soul." Noht replied. "Very well then...YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" Rocko yelled at the top of his lungs, slamming his staff into the rock-solid ground. To his shock, the staff broke in half, leaving Rocko helplessly standing there like an idiot. "Uh...heh heh...I thought it would work! Oh come on, just cut me some slack, would you?" Rocko nervously complained as everyone glared at him. "UM...RETREAT!" Rocko screamed, fleeing to the other side of the bridge where his defeated teammates were all grouped together. "I challenge you to a musical contest!" Zim challenged Noht. >"Very well then." Noht replied. "Show me what you can do!"<br>"SONG BEGINS NOW!" Zim confirmed. watch?v=XyPivh… I am Dr. Mario and you bow down to me! Look at my convincing skinny body (with green pigment, claws and) This is not a costume, I am so Italian! I will give you abortion and (I'll eat your babies at no extra charge!) I am Dr. Mario and I will kill your wives! Come to me when you've been cut by lasers, I mean sharp knives! Brightly colored pills (TAKE THIS!) Take until it kills (TAKE THAT!) Just as long as you're ready to PAY! THE! BILLS! (HA!) In-va-der Zim...de-stroys the world... Death from above...truth has un-furled! Now you know my name! (WHAT?) This is not a game! (WHY?) All you filthy Earthling vermin ARE! THE! SAME! (HA!) (Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3 Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom (Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3 Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom Wanna? Know my? Favorite? Food? Spa-ghet-ti is so good, dude... Now you know my name! (WHAT?) This is not a game! (WHY?) All you filthy Earthling vermin ARE! THE! SAME! (HA!) Brightly colored pills (TAKE THIS!) Take until it kills (TAKE THAT!) Just as long as you're ready to PAY! THE! BILLS! (HA!) 6. Six Goodbyes By the time Zim had finished his performance, every single jaw in the entire room had clearly dropped and everyone was positively stunned with amazement, even Noht. While Noht was busy being literally stunned with amazement, Zim injected a mixture of green and purple pills into Noht's leg, completely paralyzing Noht. Then, he ran past Noht to the other side of the bridge and encouraged all of his teammates to do the same. Just after the Nickelodeon team ran past the bridge and went up the stairs onto the roof of the building, Noht suddenly recieved a phone call from Ren. "I'm telling you, dude, Rocko and Zim both suck dinosaur balls!" Noht told Ren; somehow, Noht was just barely able to move his mouth and vocal cords. watch?v=FT4YbO… Upon hearing Noht spout this incoherently biased and clearly false garbage through the phone, Ren became pissed off. His eyes widened and he realized just how much of a jerk the person he was talking to really was; therefore, Ren snapped at him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T AGREE WITH ME? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH?!" Ren screamed. Ren looked over to the side and saw a button sitting on the table right next to him, so he slammed it with his fist. The button triggered the explosives that Ren had somehow planted inside the bridge that Noht was standing on top of, causing it to explode; Ren laughed maniacally, being overly proud of his victory. "NO!" Noht screamed as he fell into the abyss. On the roof of the tower, the Nickelodeon team was greeted by the god of animation. "You have all done very well, beloved characters." the GOA complimented them. "Except for you, Squidward." "Everyone's a critic." Squidward groaned. "Now, learn to further accept your differences and I will return you to your respective fandom universes." the GOA explained. "Concentrate..." As the GOA was speaking, Zim suddenly began making faces at Rocko with his weird and creepy alien tongue. "Concentrate..." "He's making faces at me!" Rocko whined. >"AM NOT!" Zim replied.<p> "KNOCK IT OFF, you snot weasels!" the GOA yelled at them, pushing the two away from each other. "Now listen. You really have impressed me with the way you worked together in this adventure." the GOA explained. "In fact, this entire adventure was actually just a test that I designed to see if you five had the willpower to handle it as a team." "And don't worry about Mr. Krabs and Gir." the GOA continued. "They're both still alive in their respective universes, much to both Zim's and Spongebob's annoyance." "Hey, wait a second!" Sandy interrupted. "If this is supposed to be a fan fiction, then someone has to kiss me! I think I'll choose...wait for it...Rocko!" "SAY WHAAAT?!" Spongebob responded. Sandy removed her helmet, lifted Rocko up to her face, and then gave him a huge smooch right on the forehead, followed by a bear hug. "Oh my golly, you're such a sweet and charming little bundle of joy..." Sandy complimented. "I really wish we could go on a date some time. Why, you're the cutest little thing I ever did see! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I DO!" "Okay, okay, enough drooling over me!" Rocko responded. "I mean, seriously, you're literally drooling onto me nose!" "Hey, why don't I get some love too?!" Spongebob yelled. Sandy then gave Spongebob a kiss and a bear hug as well. "Of course I love you! I would never forget you, sweetheart!" "Geez...rabid fangirling much?" the GOA thought to himself out loud. "What was that?" Sandy asked. >"Oh, nothing." the GOA responded.<p> "Now," the GOA concluded, "you must say the final word to each other. Say it now." "What is this final word you speak of?" Zim asked. "Goodbye." >"Goodbye."<br>"Goodbye." >"Goodbye."<br>"Goodbye." >"Goodbye."<p> End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, SpongeBob SquarePants, Adventure, Parody	Fanfiction	null	41,284	28,035.1
null	Rocko's Modern Life, Team Fortress 2 RockoSniper yaoi parody It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over 2-Fort. In his bed, Rocko shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows. Rocko rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his triangle-studded shirt, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room. The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the bedroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Rocko's right made him gasp in shock. A body! 'WALLOPING WALLABY!' Rocko shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's penis. Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Human of 2-Fort, a Sniper by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 25 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with cum. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Rocko picked up the wounded Sniper and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed. 'His situation is severe,' Unknown said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off. Rocko could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Human might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked. Unknown sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.' 'I understand,' said Rocko. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.' With that, Rocko turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Sniper was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Human showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Rocko with a defeated sigh. 'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.' Rocko nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.' One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Rocko dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Human's butt. Then, taking up the Sniper's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night. 'Where... where am I?' Rocko jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Human was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery. 'You are in 2-Fort,' Rocko told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.' 'My name is Sniper,' said the Human. 'I come from 2-Fort. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Saxton Hale in O-Town. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of voyeurist. At least 69 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my sniper rifle for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.' Rocko smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Sniper had wound up in 2-Fort and Rocko had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Sniper was meant to be here, and Rocko was meant to have found him. Why, Rocko did not know. But it felt so certain. It also did not hurt that Sniper was one of the most beautiful individuals Rocko had ever seen. His sleek blue hair contrasted with large, dark purple eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Rocko could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Sniper had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance. Within three days, Sniper had improved enough to leave his bed. Unknown gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Rocko's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in 2-Fort, he had not seen Rocko at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Unknown where his son could be, but Unknown had no answer. Rocko was gone without a trace. Sniper desired to speak with Rocko again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Wallaby once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Rocko, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Rocko was someone special. Someone he had to see again. It wasn't until the sixth day after Sniper had recovered that Rocko returned to 2-Fort. He rode up the same path where Sniper had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of voyeurist behind him. All 69 of them. 'Here are your voyeurist!' he called to Sniper. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.' Sniper stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?' 'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Rocko replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.' Sniper could feel his heart pounding as Rocko spoke. Rocko killed those voyeurist... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Rocko and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Wallaby on the mouth. Rocko laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?' 'Just a thank you,' Sniper said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Rocko's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried. 'Sniper,' said Rocko, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react. Sniper gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?' 'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...' 'Rocko...' Sniper sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.' Rocko lifted his hand to gently stroke Sniper on the butt cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.' Taking a deep breath, Sniper said, 'Rocko, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.' A bright smile broke across Rocko's face as soon as Sniper had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.' Sniper playfully licked and rubbed Rocko's adorable feet, causing the toes to wiggle as Rocko let loose a giggle. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?' 'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Rocko leaned in and kissed Sniper softly on the nose. 'I love you,' he whispered. 'I love you too, Rocko,' Sniper whispered in return. THE END! End file.	Rocko's Modern Life, Team Fortress 2, Parody, Romance	Fanfiction	null	8,999	11,182.9
null	Rocky Second Blood John Rambo decides to return to America after his 26 year absence from it. He wanted to see the changes that he missed, but most of all he is going to visit his father in his old farmhouse at Bowie, Arizona. When he arrived, there were a group of people in black attire standing in the backyard. He didn't like this one bit. Rambo went into the backyard, and saw them burying a coffin and a minister giving the last rites. He then realized: his father was dead. He knew how to handle a death of his friends during his time in Vietnam. Unfortunately he couldn't handle the death of a family member just the same, so he broke down and cried. After a couple hours of grieving, he calmed down and took a seat at the gravesite. The other patrons knew who Rambo was, from the time he nearly destroyed Hope Washington, to his Heroic rescue of the missionaries in Burma. None of them were aware of his status as a Green Beret, until then. Some of them view John as an unsung hero, while others look at him in disgust because of the destruction he caused. After the funeral, everybody leaves except one man who approaches Rambo and says "You must be John, I am your father's attorney; before he died he asked me to give this to you if I find you." He gives Rambo a sealed envelope. He broke the seal and took out 2 pieces of paper one containing the deed to the farm and the other, a will stating that all of his father's assets go to him. Rambo was happy about the fact despite his absence that his father still cares about him. The next day he unpacks his equipment which includes: his clothes, his medals, his compound bow and his hunting knife. He goes to the store pick up some supplies he needs to restore the house, and feed the horses. Just as he was leaving he was stopped by another man who says "Settling in already are you?" this man was dressed in a white business suit and black tie. Rambo then asked "Can I help you with something." The business man then let out a sinister grin revealing a gold tooth where the canine is supposed to be "Well…" he began "I hear that you've inherited old man Rambo's horse farm, now I have been trying to buy that piece of land for years and the guy just wouldn't budge, now since you are now the owner and seem like a reasonable guy I will pay you $10 000 for it. Is that al right?" Rambo then gave him a cold stare and said "No" Trying to keep his grin, the businessman then said "Fine I'll offer you $30 000." Rambo stuck to his answer. Angry, the businessman then grabbed John by the shirt and firmly said "Listen you punk, I practically bought this piece of shit town and after I get this land I officially own all of Bowie. Now I can have this land peacefully if you take this offer, or I can take it by force. You don't want that kind of pain in your life." Rambo then grabbed his face with one hand causing him to let go of the shirt and grab his arm. Rambo then said "You don't know what real pain is unless you have been me or been where I have, been. Have you ever seen pieces of your friends splattered all over the place? Have you ever been tortured in a way where you can never forget about it? No all you ever do is sit behind your desk and count your fucking money and sign forms that state whether or not people no matter how good they are they can't live in there own house. As long as I am around you will never take my dad's farm. Let it go." He then threw the businessman to the ground, took his supplies and walked home. He after restoring the house, he set traps all over the land, but makes sure they don't harm his livestock. As he is, sharpening his knife, Rambo hears a twig snap and a loud scream. One of his traps was set off. Rambo takes his compound bow and goes out to investigate. He sees a teenage boy caught upside down in one of his snare traps. He cuts the trap and brings the kid in his house and asks "What the hell are you doing on my property?" The kid explained that about year ago that his family was killed in a house fire in Phoenix. Since then he lived his life as a drifter, and because of that he was harassed by cops everywhere he went, when all he wanted was food a job and a place to stay. Rambo sympathized with the kid since he was treated the same way when he was young. He didn't want the kid to walk the same road he did so he let him stay. He gave the kid his old room while he sleeps in his father's and offered him a job doing chores around the farm. Rambo also taught him the survival techniques he learned in Vietnam. He treated the kid as if he was his own son, but didn't want to make the kid think that he'll replace his birth parents. The next month Rambo and the kid (whose name is Sam) was tending to the horses when they heard a BANG! John grabbed his bow and Sam grabbed a shot gun and they went out and saw that one of the free range horses is dead. There was a bullet in its head and on its side in white paint reads: TAKE THE DEAL!!! Sam asked "Should we call the cops?" Rambo coldly said "No" remembering how bad the cops treated him in Hope. Then that night, Rambo went with a tank of gas to the real estate building that the man in white works, which wasn't hard to find since he put a picture of himself on the sign. Because of that sign he learned the name of his future enemy: Quentin Bates. Rambo snuck into the back door and went in to the boiler room. He then dumped the gas all over the inside of the room. He then took a match out of his pocket, lit it and threw it on the gas. As the room lit up he ran out and went home. Meanwhile, Bates was just riding his car up to his work place, only to see it come up in flames. As shocked as he was he came out of his car yelling and screaming hysterically at the burning building ending his gibberish with "RAMBO, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!" The next day Quentin Bates, calls in a meeting with the board of directors figuring out what to do with Rambo. They agree not to get the police involved with this because Rambo may tie them with trespassing on private property and killing his livestock. One person suggested using Rambo's commanding officer General Samuel Trautman. Unfortunately that plan would fail on two accounts: 1. being that Trautman is dead. 2. If he was alive he would side with Rambo. They were left with one option; they called in Sheriff William Teasle of the Hope County Police. That's right, the same Teasle that harassed Rambo to the point where he declared his one man war against the cops. This war resulted in the death of Deputy Arthur Gault and left many of the other county police including Teasle wounded. Nothing would please him more that to have another chance to kill Rambo. He even trained to surpass the former Green Beret to prepare for a moment like this. As soon as he got the call, he packed up and headed to Bowie. Meanwhile Rambo started preparing his weapons, knowing that Bates will strike back. He sharpened his knife, tightened his bow and he then packed a separate bag. He took that bag into Sam's room while he was in there. He then said "I'm sorry but you're gonna have to leave. This bag's got all your stuff." Confused Sam asked "Why?" Rambo explained that he rejected Quentin Bates' offer to take the farm and that they both declared war on each other and that if he saw Sam that he'll use him to get to Rambo. Sam then asked "Did you say Bates?" Rambo nodded and asked "You know him." Sam explained that Bates tried to get his father to sell his house in Phoenix and when he refused, the house was burned down with him in it. Sam was on his way home from high school when it happened and after the funeral he found and took evidence that Bates bought the property illegally and Sam was on the run since then. His plan was to send the evidence to the nearest law enforcement agency and just when the warrant was out, he would kill Bates. Before Rambo could say anything a loud bang rang out Rambo came out and saw Teasle, along with a group of Hope's former policemen. They were armed with M16s while Teasle himself was armed with an M60 machinegun not just any one, but the same one Rambo shot him with. "HEY RAMBO!!!! IT'S ME THE KINGSHIT COP YOU TOLD TRAUTMAN ABOUT!!!" They then opened fire on the front of the farmhouse tearing the grass and walls to shreds. Rambo then grabbed Sam and dragged him to a trap door that Led to the back of the farm. He told Sam to take what ever evidence he has to the local police and get out. Rambo then gave Sam the bag he packed for him and sent him off. He then grabbed his bow and grenade arrows and opened fired on Teasle's men. Meanwhile, Sam is running out the back into the woods only to be spotted by 2 of Teasle's other friends who were expecting Rambo. Remembering his survival training, Sam climbed the nearest tree till he sat on a stable branch and opened his bag there was: Ropes, matches, sharp, pongee sticks, 2 10lb weights and a new bowie Knife, which was Rambo's gift to him. The 2 guys are standing under the tree as they are looking around for Sam; a noose wraps around one of the guy's necks and pulls him up 3 ft. height fast and broke his neck instantly. The other guy takes a knife and cuts his dead friend loose. As he does that, the rope up faster goes and the bag with the 10 lb weights which was used as a counterweight for the noose falls on his head, knocking him out instantly. Sam then climbed down only to be captured by a third guy. He takes Sam's knife, throws him into a van and drives off. As Rambo finishes off what was left of Teasle's men, Teasle's gun runs out of ammo. Rambo then takes his knife and throws it at Teasle's leg wounding him. He then runs out to face his enemy head on when he gets to him Teasle utters the same words he said the last time they fought "Go ahead , Go ahead and Do it you crazy sonovabitch!" Rambo just gave him a cold stare and then took his knife out of Teasle's leg and walked off. Teasle then took out his side arm and pulled the trigger. Rambo then jerked around and fired his grenade arrow back at him and hit him in the chest, causing a messy explosion. He then picked up the M60 and headed for Teasle's truck which contained extra ammo for his gun. He then drove to Bates' main building. Then he stormed into the office where Bates is sitting. "It's over Quentin…" Rambo began "The cops will be coming any minute because of your illegal real estate." "Oh really?" Bates responded and then snapped his fingers and then Teasle's last henchman is approaching with Sam, holding him at knifepoint with his own knife. "How can the cops arrest me without evidence?" Bates began "Besides I don't need to buy the land from you anyway since my attorney suggested I would sue you for the damage caused on you caused on my building and when I win I will take your land as settlement." Sam reached into his pocket and the henchman grabbed his hand and revealed matches. He then asked rudely "What can't a guy have a fucking smoke before he dies?" Bates the motioned to the henchman to let him go, he then pulls out of his pocket, what appears to be two thick cigarettes he then winks at Rambo who instinctively knew what was going on. Sam then turned around and stuck the would be cigarettes in the henchman's eyes. The henchman dropped Sam's knife to cover his eyes, only to be shot by Rambo. Sam grabs his knife and chases after a running Bates. The chase leads to a rooftop where Sam throws his knife at Bates' back, disabling him. He then grabs Bates who asks "Where do you do fit in this picture?" which Sam responds "My father sends his regards." He then disembowels Bates and pushes him off the roof. He then looks down to see the splattered corpse of the man who killed his father. As he looks, Rambo walks up to him and says "It's over." To which Sam replies "Nothing is over." The next day the cops cleared Rambo and Sam of the killings as they were ruled out as self defense and because the evidence of Bates' corruption is exposed. Rambo then packs his bag and heads for the door. He signs the deed of the farm over to Sam, much to his objection. Sam begins his new life after saying goodbye to his father-figure. As for Rambo he decides to go out to the rest of America to see the rest of the changes he missed. Who knows what he'll encounter during his joruney. END End file.	Rocky, Adventure, Drama	Fanfiction	null	12,334	10,196.5
null	Rocky Rocky and Adrianna: The wedding night Rocky and Adriana wedding night _Adrian POV_ I cannot believe that today has happened. I, Adrianna Pennino-or as I am now called Adrian Balboa, am married to Rocky Balboa one of the best man in the world- or Philadelphia. Us, together, standing there in that beautiful church was a dream come true. Well, truthfully I never thought I would get married with a guy like him in mind- or any for that matter- but still it was wonderful. The look he had on his handsome face as he stared into my eyes while the priest talked made my cheeks blush a deep red and my knees a bit wobbly. When we both said our 'I do's' and our lips met for the first time as husband and wife, my heart was nearly pumping itself out of my chest. I'm sure he must've felt the erratic beating of my heart because when we were done he quickly winked his good eye at me and quickly placed his fingers to where my heart was beating before quickly removing them to talk to his trainer, Mickey, and his now ex-boss Gazzo. I was pulled over to the side by my friend and co-worker from the pet shop. She hugged me and kissed my cheek and wiped a small tear away from her cheeks while she chatted with me about the wedding, while Paulie gave me a light slap on the shoulder. "Oh Adrian, I can't believe your married now. I'm happy that you found someone to settle down with, even if it is with rock-head." She gestured her head toward where Rocky was talking with Gazzo. "I know. I can't believe this happened either. I just….I…" I put my down to try and conceal the blush I knew was coming on. "Eh- you know that Rocks a good guy. She'll be alright with him." She rolled her eyes at Paulie. "Does this mean that I'll have to like him then?" I laughed at her facial expression of disgust. She nodded her head at then smiled a wicked smile. "Well, are you ready for tonight?" her left eyebrow rising higher as her smile got wider, her yellow teeth dark from her years of bad smoking habit. "Tonight? Oh you mean! Oh my…" if my face wasn't red before it definitely was now. I was so excited about the wedding that I completely forgot about what happens after a wedding. I shuffled my feet and tugged at the sleeves of my wedding dress. I heard Paulie let out a little snort through his nose. "Okay, now, this is something I don't need to hear about. Adrian, be good and don't let what happened in the past get to ya." He patted my back in a brotherly way and said that he would see me later. As he walked out he wished Rocky and I good luck. She scoffed and winked her eye at me. "Don't worry Adrian; if this guy loves you as much as he claims to then there shouldn't be any problems with tonight. This is will be a good experience for you, trust me." Her emphasis on the word 'trust' made my mind wonder. Had he slept with anyone other girl before me? I knew from our small gossip time that she had slept around with many men around the neighborhood before so she would have some experiences. I never actually participated in her conversations, just talked and nodded my head whenever necessary. Sleeping around never appealed to me much and a small, very tiny, part of me wished that I had experienced that before getting married, just so that I wouldn't be unprepared. I didn't even realize that I had blanked out until a very strong and familiar hand grabbed my upper arm. Rocky smiled down at me, helped me into my red coat and took my free hand into his. We both looked over our shoulder as we said our good-byes to everyone and walked out the Chapel doors. We had descended the stone steps when my husband decided to gather me into his arms and carry me bridal style back to his-our home. I was selfishly glad that he had decided to carry me because I knew that tomorrow I would have regretted ever wearing these shoes. Always the gentleman to me. And now here we are, it is a cold December night, and my own knight in shining armor is carrying me away to our very own castle. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and put my head on his broad shoulder. He kissed me on the top of my head; I heard his nose inhale in my hair and I looked up, smiling, at him. "Why'd you do that for?" "I just like the smell of your hair ya know? It smells all sweet and flowery." I laughed a little and kissed his cheek. He kissed me back on my lips. He continued to walk while I put my head back on his shoulder to rest. I can't believe this. How many countless nights had I spent crying because of my brothers smears and slurs against me? How many times in the morning had I spent looking in the mirror in disappointment at my own reflection? How many days had I wished that my life could change at the snap of my fingers? It's amazing how one man changed my views. Ever since our first 'date' I just couldn't stop thinking about him. He calls me pretty and compliments everything I do. He doesn't just see me as the shy girl who works at the pet shop. No, he sees me as something more. He sees something that not even I can see. The gods have truly blessed me with this man. It was as if he was sent from heaven just for me. We walked by a group of men singing a song by a fire in a garbage can. They sounded pretty good. Rocky stopped to talk to them and they greeted us back. Rocky told them we were married and then they started to sing a love song for us. I blushed and hid my face from him. I was surprised at how he seemed so proud that he had married me. How he boosted about our marriage as though he had won a fight. "Who are those guys?" "Ah, you know, they're like the neighborhood jukebox you know? Hey you know I never you knew you were so light." "Never?" "Yeah, if I did I would've carried you around everywhere." We both laughed. When we got farther away from the singing group I picked my head up and looked around at my surroundings. I gasped in surprise; we were almost at his house! He had carried me all the way from the church to his house! "Are you getting tired?" "No this is great for the arms. I think." "I can't believe we're married." "Oh we are. I got proof in my pocket." My mind raced back to all of our time together. From when we first met, to when we had our first kiss, to when he stayed over for the holidays, when I moved in with him because of Paulie, when I held him that night before the fight with Apollo. "Everything happened so fast." I said. "Yeah" he said nonchalantly "But I knew what was going to happen from the start." I was surprised again. "What did you know?" "Well, the first time I sees ya, I says to myself, I says: Even though this girl is suffering from the disease of being shy…underneath all them sweaters and hats and-what did you have on like about twenty sweaters?" I laughed a little "No. Three." "Yeah. Three sweaters, she's the best girl in Philly, you know? I said that." I was a little bit dazzled. I helped him open the front door and looked back to him, smiling. "Really?" "Oh yeah." Rocky quickly got us up the flight of stairs. My heart was beating fast as we got to the door. It was becoming inevitable. As I opened the door Rocky commanded Butkus to get off the bed. Like a good dog he listened. He closed the door behind him with his foot and gently settled me down on my feet. Once I was put down on I knew that tonight, we were definitely going to seal the deal. It was all going to happen tonight and I was nervous and scared. The shy side of me wanted nothing more than to hide in a corner somewhere and hope that he would fall asleep on the couch like he usually did, however, the new side-the side that loved Rocky so much-told me to relax and let what may come. I put away my little white bag in my coat pocket and started to take off my jacket when a pair of strong hands lightly grabbed my shoulders helped me pull off my coat. He put my coat on a chair and faced back towards me and put his hand on my veil. "Can I take this off?" he took it off "That's the way I like you." By this time my heart was nearly ready to pump right out of my chest. I was breathing heavily and my cheeks were definitely red hot. He caressed my head and cheeks. "You know you're the best thing to ever come into my crazy life. You know that, huh?" he brought both my hands in his and lightly kissed my knuckles. This man was just too much for me. "_Gods, if this is a dream then please don't wake me up_." I thought in my head. He picked me up in his arms again and put me on our bed. He sat down next to me and stared down at me. I breathed in and out to calm my nerves; I had a question in my mind, had to ask him. "You think it'll always be like this?" I almost whispered. "Yeah." My heart rate slowed down but still beat fast from the nerves. As he stared into my eyes, and I to his, I felt a connection. It was as though he was reaching deep into me, breaking all my barriers, and comforting me. A sudden flash back hit me like a lightning bolt. My mother and father; both seemed like they were happily in love, I never remembered one time that they fought or argued, in front of me and Paulie anyway. But, one day, I found my mother crying on the kitchen floor. Her head was in her hands and her face was a deep color red. Innocently I had asked her what was wrong, she didn't reply to me at first only held me in her arms as tightly as she could. Eventually she had told me and Paulie that our father had left us, she also told us how we should all stick together because in the end family was important. Mom died a few years later, leaving me and Paulie in the hands of our callous uncle. He was hardly ever home and when he was he would sit and drink all day. So I had to be the one to take care of the cooking and the cleaning, playing the motherly role. Rocky was still looking at me so I took the opportunity to ask him the question. "I hope you..." I stopped, Paulies words were still echoing in my mind. "What?" he urged me to continue. "I hope you never get tired of me." "Oh no" he shook his head softly "You ain't ever gettin' rid of me." "I hope nothing changes." "I ain't changing and I sure ain't changing nothing about you." I didn't want to ruin our moment by looking away but I needed him. Something deep in me wanted to hold him and kiss him. Make love to him and hold him all night. Was this what every woman felt the night they get married? I knew Rocky was sort of like me in some ways. We were both alone for much too long. Both searching for someone to fill in our gaps. He was the one I wanted. This man, Rocky. I wanted to be the one to take care of him and hold him when he was feeling down. I wanted to be the one he greeted in the mornings and kissed goodnight too. I wanted to raise a family and grow old with him. Yet I felt as though I wasn't good enough for him. What could I offer to him? He had dreams. He could go the distance, he's proved it once. What could I offer? With a chance I said the magic words: "I love you." And he responded. "I love you too." I closed my eyes to savor the feel of his lips on mine. This kiss was different. It wasn't like our first kiss or any other that we had before. His lips were gentle and yet firm. He gently placed his lips on mine, picked his head up and placed them back down. He repeated this action for a while before finally fully kissing me. This kiss. It was better than our first. His tongue slowly danced around with mine. He slowly out his tongue in my mouth and explored. My fingers itched to run through his messy curls. With my hand caught between our bodies, I tried to get it out. Rocky made it easier by just picking his body up. I don't know how we got to this position but the next thing I knew my head was near the edge of the bed and his arm was underneath my head supporting it, never once breaking our kiss. I started to feel a bit dizzy from our kiss and broke away from it breathing heavily. Rocky just stared at me and kissed me cheek. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he kissed the sensitive spot on my neck causing my body to shudder. I felt hot. My hands roamed up and down his back, feeling the hard muscles' underneath his suit. I felt ready to give myself to the man I love. That night when made love it was everything I had hoped and dreamed for. When he took my virginity away it hurt a lot, I hadn't expected that. I cried a bit but Rocky soothed me with his soft words and kissed away my tears. I gasped as he entered my body, he was big inside me, stretching me wide. However it felt good. Was this what my friend was talking about all this time? I just laid back while Rocky rocked our bodies in a soft rhythm. With my legs wrapped around him he kept hitting something very deep within me that caused me to shout and moan when he hit it. There was a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach, my back arched and I felt my body stiffen. Before my mind could make sense of what was happening I felt as though something huge had erupted in me. Rocky, holding his weight on his arms, was panting heavily above me. He ran my hand though his sweat soaked hair and kissed him. He moved our bodies together so we were both lying on our sides. I traced his jaw, eyes, lips and face. Now as I lay here looking at him, I prayed that all this wasn't a dream. Rocky had gone the distance when he fought Apollo. Well, I've gone my own distance, I've got the man I love and can't nothing break my happiness now. I laid my head next to his chest and closed my eyes. Happily and in peace. * * * Authors Footnote: OKay not too bad I hope. It's just something that was in my head for a while. A little POV for Adrian. I wanted to include a sex scene but I just didn't feel like this story needed one. However; in the next story I am writing ( Rocky and Adrianna: The Honeymoon) there will be some explicit sex scenes. So please umm....some light reveiws and hoped you enjoyed- somewhat-. Thanks! End file.	Rocky, Romance	Fanfiction	null	13,971	10,187.6
null	Rocky You Know "You know, some people are very shy by nature, you know?" Rocky said before he struck a match and lit his cigarette. Adrian looked down for a second before replying, "I suppose." She cleared her throat as Rocky took a long drag and they kept on walking down the row of apartments in his shabby old neighborhood. She didn't know where they were going exactly; at first, she thought he was going to walk her home after their short ice skating date. But this wasn't Adrian's neighborhood. She'd watched Rocky stroll down it many times before, and then watch him duck inside a doorway. But she wasn't familiar to this neighborhood. A few dozen yards away, a small group of college-aged guys were humming a tune over a lit oil drum while drinking some liquor. "I say you're very shy by nature, you know?" Rocky broke the silence, and Adrian let out a small laugh as she looked at the ground and scratched her head through her hat. "I suppose," she said, just as a man walked out of the alleyway shadows and exchanged a nod with Rocky. "Hey, hey. The bum from the dark," Rocky said as the guy walked away. "Get a job, you bum!" Once he was gone, Rocky continued his conversation with Adrian. "Some people think that being shy is a disease, you know, but it don't bother me none." "It don't bother me either," Adrian said back, even though she mentally kicked herself for saying it. It did bother her. She had grown to dislike her shyness over the years, and only wished to get rid of it. Thing was, though; she didn't know how. Rocky mentally kicked himself too, and turned to her. "So why'd I bother bringing it up, huh?" Without waiting for a response, he added, "Cause I'm dumb, that's why. I think we make a couple of real sharp coconuts. I'm dumb and you're shy. What do you think, huh?" Adrian changed the subject quickly. "I don't understand why anybody would wanna be a fighter." "Hey, you gotta be a moron. You gotta be a moron to wanna be a fighter. You know what I mean? It's a racket where you're almost guaranteed to end up a bum." Adrian looked up at him and a tiny smile formed on her lips. "I don't think you're a bum," she said softly. Rocky, taking no notice that she was being sincere, shrugged. "Well, I'm at least half a bum, you know. But I'll tell you something," he stopped at one of the many apartment doorways and fished the cigarette out of his mouth, "the worst think about fighting is the morning after." Adrian stopped walking and looked at him. "Morning after?" "I'll tell you. Yeah, the morning after a fight, you're nothing but like a large wound, you know what I mean?" She shook her head. "Sometimes I got pains all over me. I feel like calling a taxi to take me from the bed into the bathroom. You know what I mean? Your hair hurts, your eyes hurt, your face is all busted up, you're hands are swollen. Look at this face. Sixty-four fights. Look at that nose. You see that nose?" Adrian nodded. "That nose ain't ever been broken. Sixty-four fights. I had guys busting on it. I had guys chewing on it, twisting and punching on it." He made some punching motions with his fist. "I mean, whack, boom. These guys are hitting my nose all the time. Never broke. I'm very proud of that." He scrunched up his nose and began to touch it a bit. "Ain't that rare? That's rare." Adrian looked at her feet, and then back up at him. "Why do you do it if it hurts?" "Why do you think?" He turned and climbed up the steps of the staircase that led to one of the apartments. Adrian stood at the bottom of the steps, thinking. "Cause you can't sing or dance?" "Yeah, something like that." He opened up the screen door and asked, "Hey, you wanna come inside?" Adrian's smile quickly faded and she took a small step back. "No, I gotta go," she said quickly. She hadn't ever been inside a man's apartment before, not to mention alone. Rocky was persistent. "Hey, c'mon. I got some animals. I got these rare, very rare animals inside. Come on, come on in." Adrian turned down the offer. "No. No, I gotta go." Rocky turned towards the door again. "I gotta go, too. I gotta go to the bathroom. Come on." Adrian managed a smile and even chuckled a bit, but it soon faded too. "No, I gotta go." Rocky pointed at his face. "Hey, look at this face. Is that a face you could trust or what, huh? Is it? They ought to stick this face on a stamp. What do you think?" She softly laughed and shook her head. Rocky motioned for her. "Come on. Come on in." With that, he went inside, leaving her there to ponder at the bottom of the steps. Moments later, Rocky poked his head out and motioned for her again, his cigarette hanging off his lip. "Yo, come on." He ducked back inside. Adrian still hesitated. His arm shot out from the doorway and opened the screen door a bit wider. Then it reclined back inside. Adrian looked down at her feet and thought about what she was about to do. Paulie had warned her about guys before. Guys who lured in girls like her. "Guys'll try 'n get in your pants," a not-so-drunk Paulie told his sister one night while watching TV. "You better watch out for them free-feelers. They're all the same, you know." He took a drag of his cigarette while Adrian quietly watched TV. Paulie then laughed. "Who am I kidding? No one in their right mind would ever be stupid enough to take you anyplace. Forget what I said." It didn't hurt her feelings back then, but now that she was actually in one of those situations, she figured there could be some truth behind what her brother was saying. But she knew Rocky. Not all that well, but she figured he was pretty nice. The man liked turtles, for crying out loud. Adrian took a deep breath and trudged up the stairs and into his apartment. Rocky flipped the lights on and Adrian stepped inside his apartment, taking in the boxer's home. She heard the door close and looked behind her to see Rocky locking it. She nervously stepped back. "Yo, Adrian, you hungry?" he asked, and she said no. "I got some things in there. I got, uh…if you like sodas, donuts or something. Got a couple cupcakes, huh?" He took of his leather jacket. "I think I got some chocolate in there. No?" Adrian stayed quiet as she watched him hang up the jacket and his hat and lifted his shirt and sweater up and over his head, leaving him wearing a white wife-beater. "Hot in here, you know?" Adrian held her breath, her eyes taking in his muscles and biceps. She'd been used to seeing his arms covered, but she didn't know how strong he was until now. "I could go for some music." Adrian looked at her feet again as Rocky turned on the music. Soft jazz floated through the air, and Adrian looked up to see Rocky, now at a table, holding up a small turtle. "Yo, Adrian. These are the exotic animals I was telling you about. These are my friends, Cuff and Link." Adrian mentally rolled her eyes. "I sold them to you." "I know you sold them to me. Remember, you were working at that pet shop, huh?" _Yes, I remember,_ Adrian thought. _I still do. _ "First day you was there and I came in and bought both these animals, huh? Sure, I remember that. I came and I bought this bowl, and I bought the, uh, animals themselves. Some food, the marbles that go on the bottom there. Remember that mountain? I had to get rid of that mountain though, cause they kept falling over and flipping. You know what I mean?" He put the animals back, wiped off his hands, and then sat down on his couch. There were beer empty bottles stuck in between the couch cushions and the wall. There were crumpled newspapers covering up the holes in the old, beat up couch. A crumpled dirty blanket made up for a missing cushion next to Rocky. "Yo, why don't you come on over here and sit down? Hmm?" he invited. Adrian stayed put. "It's a nice couch, I don't know." Adrian almost laughed at that one. It was _not _a nice couch. "There's big bugs in there, you know," he said. "It's safer over here." Adrian chuckled and looked down again. "You wanna sit down?" Rocky asked again. Adrian took a few steps, then looked around a bit to try and look for something. Something she could bring up, or something that she could just…anything that would distract her from sitting down next to the man. Something caught her eye and she turned to see her reflection looking back at her. All over Rocky's mirror were pictures. Pictures of him, boxers, football teams, older people, couples, even one or two of his turtles. She saw one of two older people, a couple. "Um…these, these your parents?" "Yeah, that's both of them there," he answered from the couch. "This you?" she asked, taking a pictures off the mirror and gazing at it with interest. It was a young boy, frowning at the camera. "Yeah. That's me when I was eight-years-old. That's the Italian Stallion when he was a baby. Why don't you come over? Make yourself comfortable. Relax." Adrian put the picture back and looked back at Rocky. She bit her lip and asked politely, "Do you have a phone?" Rocky shook his head. "No, I got no phone. I had it pulled. Cause people calling all the time, and uh, who needs the aggravation, right? Interruptions." He then looked straight at her. "Who'd you wanna call?" "I wanna let my brother know where I am." "Why?" Adrian swallowed and searched for an answer. "I think he might be worried." Now, she knew perfectly well that Paulie wouldn't give a damn where she was at that moment. More than likely, he'd already be drunk by now, and in no mood to hear his little sister's voice. Adrian wanted to tell him she was over with Rocky, but she half-expected him to yell at her and tell her that she should be with him instead of calling him up. "Well, I'll call your brother if that's the problem," Rocky offered and hopped up from the couch. He opened up the window and shouted into the night, "Yo, Paulie. You're sister's with me! I'll call you back later! See ya!" He closed the window and turned to face Adrian. "What's the matter? You don't like the room, do you?" "It's fine." "It's only temporary." "It's not that…" Adrian's voice trailed off before she could say what it was that was bothering her. It was just…she was nervous. She hadn't ever been in a man's apartment before…and she wasn't sure about being in someone like Rocky's home either. Rocky came towards her and then reached up to lean on the pull-up bar above Adrian's head. "What's the problem, you don't like me? You don't like the turtles? What's the problem?" _Of course I like you_, she wanted to say, but the words caught in her throat and she thought up new ones to replace them. "I don't think I belong here." "It's okay." She turned away for a moment before looking at him again. "I don't belong here," she said straightforwardly. Rocky let go of the bar and approached her; she stayed perfectly still. "Well, you know, it's okay, cause you're my guest." Adrian looked down and sighed. "I don't know you well enough. I've never been in a man's apartment…alone." Rocky shrugged. "Well, I have. They're all the same, you know?" Adrian tensed up. _They're all the same, you know_. Paulie had said that. _Oh, God, I need to get out of here, _she thought, and said to Rocky, "I'm not sure I know you well enough. I don't feel comfortable." Rocky came a bit closer. "Yo, Adrian, I ain't so comfortable either." _Too close_, she thought, and turned to leave. "I should go," she said and went for the door. Rocky was right behind her. He intercepted her by placing his hands on either side of her head, blocking her from the door. "Don't go. Please, don't go. Don't go." Adrian froze and shrank back a little in the corner. She was terrified now. She looked up at Rocky, ready to tell him to let her go, but didn't have the time to do so because that's when he asked her, "Do me a favor?" "What?" "Take off these glasses." He didn't give her any time to do so before he took them off himself, exposing her beautiful brown eyes. She looked down at the floor. "You have nice eyes, you know?" Rocky dipped two fingers under her chin and gently tapped it up so that she could look back at him again. She wanted to look away again, but instead, she held his gaze. Those brown eyes of his…they were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. _Why hadn't I noticed them before?_ She asked herself. "Do me another favor?" he asked, and Adrian prayed he wouldn't ask her to take off anything else. "Why don't you take off that hat?" Again, he reached up and slipped it off her head without waiting for her to do it. Her dark hair fell over her face, and she brushed it back. "I always knew you was pretty," Rocky said. Disbelievingly, Adrian shook her head and said timidly, "Don't tease me." "I'm not teasing you," Rocky said sincerely. "I ain't teasing you." He leaned in closer. "I just…I wanna kiss you. You don't have to kiss me back if you don't wanna, but I wanna kiss you." _He can't be serious_, Adrian thought, but all hopes of him bluffing soon faded as he leaned in, and Adrian thought she might pass out from all this. She turned her head and tried to shrink back, but Rocky was persistent, and kissed her cheek, his lips barely grazing hers. He kissed her softly and then took a moment to look into her eyes. She looked back, and he leaned in again. Adrian didn't know what happened, but she didn't turn away this time. His lips were on hers, but she hesitated and met his lips for only a second or so before she broke it and looked down. That was her first kiss. Rocky then leaned in even closer this time and Adrian met him halfway through this time. Adrian put more passion into it and Rocky deepened the kiss. He gently pushed Adrian against the wall and stroked her arms softly. They both sank down to the floor as Adrian wrapped her arms around him and he did the same. He caressed her face and then gently broke the kiss, looking deep into her eyes. Adrian placed her hand over his and stared back. "Yo, Adrian. I think this is a good time to tell you I love you, you know?" A small smile appeared on her lips and she gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. "I know. I love you, too." End file.	Rocky, Romance	Fanfiction	null	14,174	12,235
null	Rocky Towards His Final Fight I hope that you all enjoy this little scene that I couldn't get out of my head. If you have a moment of time, I'd love to hear your feedback on this. Thanks and enjoy. * * * Towards His Final Fight "Yo Adrian. I'm here." The dark haired figure said quietly as he approached the spot that he usually spent most of his spare time, and set up his folding chair. He hadn't been there all that much in the last couple months though. Since he had begun training for the upcoming fight against Dixon, training's almost all that he did. "Balboa vs. Dixon" was the big fight that everyone was talking about since it was between an iconic legend from yesteryear and the world champion today. The fight was three days away, and Rocky was just hours away from leaving for Las Vegas where it was going to take place. But right now, the Italian Stallion was where he wanted to be, and with whom he had always been with before a fight… He was with his wife. The quiet atmosphere in the cemetery hadn't changed at all in the couple months he had been scarcely there. It was still silent, and all those gravestones stood tall, looking over the people that were buried beneath them, and over those living who visited them, creating an air of peace. Rocky placed the dozen red roses he was holding gently upon his wife's headstone with a kiss and sat down upon the creaky folding chair with a sigh. With his full brown eyes, Rocky looked upon the carved letters of his beloved wife's name with a steady but sad gaze. "Adrian, I really miss you today… I been thinkin' about what you might be thinkin' about all this…" He said, referring to the fight that was coming up. Rocky sighed and looked down at the patch of grass beneath the stone, and remembered how much Adrian had opposed him to fighting again after defeating Drago. He wondered if she would oppose this new fight like she did the ones he never fought after the Russian. His thoughts turned away from that one though, cut off by better memories. He remembered how much Adrian had supported him all through out the years, and how she had always been there to help him with his training for all his fights. She was always there helping… always there supporting. She was always there watching and caring… She had seen every one of his fights… She hadn't ever missed a fight… Never… None… Not one. He looked back up at the elegant script of her name, his dark eyes full of emotion. "I hope you're prouda me, Adrian." He breathed in hard, biting his lip trying not to get too emotional…. "Its been tough ya know… me bein' here and you not bein' here. You made everythin' good. Rocky chuckled sadly. "You've always made everythin' good. When things were tough with the kid when I screwed up, you did it. Like with the mess with Tommy Gunn, you was there ta help me find the home team again. Ya done it so many times more'n that I can't even count." "And ya did it again Adrian. You made good even with you not here. You fixed our family when I screwed up." Rocky was referring to the conversation that happened several weeks ago between him and his son in that very same spot. He and Robert Jr. had lost sight of the home team sometime over the last couple years and had drifted apart. When Robert appeared there in the cemetery, it was a shock, but something about this encounter was strangely different. Rocky and Robert both felt more open and relaxed, more like they were when Adrian was there with them. Rocky had been sitting in his chair by Adrian's grave thinking, and then Robert walked up. It was there that things changed. They had both come to that spot above Adrian's grave, and in moments, they had started talking about stuff they hadn't talked about in years, and more importantly, Robert showed that he would support his father. Rocky Jr. was going to help his namesake in this upcoming fight! There just had to have been some kind of intervention for that to have happened. And it happened right there where Adrian was… "You helped bring the kid an' me together again." -- The boxer's voice changed to a more matter of fact like tone. "He's been helping me train now you know. Him and Duke. I been training for a fight Adrian." Rocky paused for a moment, and studied the mud that recently appeared on his left shoe, letting his last sentence sink in for a short time. He looked back up towards the grave when he thought enough time had passed. "… Hey, I gotta tell you somethin', and its somethin' that's gotta do with this fight." The dark gaze of Rocky's eyes went from the engraved name up to the roses lying atop the stone. He wasn't focused on the petals or buds, but rather on the sharp thorns that stuck out from the stems. "There's somethin' inside me Adrian… a… a beast. And I need to do this so I can get it out." Rocky shook his head. "It's gotta get out Adrian, The beast is eating me up inside… like a… a cancer an' I can't do it no more." He turned his head and forced his voice not to crack though it threatened to. She had died from cancer… Rocky cleared his throat, and his gaze moved back up to the velvet red petals. Imagining that they were his wife's smiling face made him feel better. "Little Marie told me somethin' that you told me more'n once long ago… She said I'm a fighter and that fighters fight." Rocky's gaze returned to his wife's etched name on the headstone. "I'm a fighter Adrian… I gotta fight this last time. I know you probly don't like it much, but I havta fight. I need to get this beast out." Rocky closed his eyes, his head bowed slightly and he murmured. "I gotta get the beast out." … A gentle wind rustled in the tree that usually held the folding chair, and the breeze hit the features of Rocky's battle worn face. A small smile appeared on his lips as he felt a tingle go up his back. His eyes opened as he felt an enormous wave of comfort, love and approval wash over him. "I'm gonna get that beast out." He grinned, knowing precisely what it was that he had felt. "Thanks Adrian. I love you too." He stood and kissed her stone softly. Putting the chair away and walking away from the familiar grave, The Italian Stallion stood tall and held his head up high. Rocky Balboa was now ready to take on the greatest challenge of his life. He was going to prove himself, and he would do it because he had the love and support of both his son and his wife. The determination and confidence of that simple knowledge etched itself onto his face. Rocky was ready to go. He now had the Eye of the Tiger, and the beast was ready to be let out. It may have been a trick of the wind, but as Rocky stepped out of the cemetery, he heard the gravely voice of his old friend and trainer call out from behind him. "_Now go knock his block off, Rock!"_ The fighter turned his head slightly as he listened to the words of his mentor echo away through the trees, but he continued walking steadfastly towards his final fight, his face etched with calm determination. "I will Mick… I will" The End End file.	Rocky, Family	Fanfiction	null	7,067	10,414.2
null	Rocky Father's Day A/N Hi! I'm Bellagia8 and I'm new to this fandom! I hope you all love this story, I just got into these movies after seeing the Tony awards and saw Rocky the Musical and after that I watched all the movies and I loved them all! Disclaimer: I do not anyone except for my OC Corissa. Rocky Balboa has it all. A wife, A son, The heavy weight champion title. Everything is going his way. But to get to where he was he needed support. That Support was Mickey Goldmill. Mickey had taken him under his wing and trained him for all the fights he had been in. Now Mickey was dead. He died with Rocky by his side. Rocky was now on his way to the cemetery. He had thought about what he was going to say over and over as he walked closer to the site. He then made his way to a headstone with a name he had known all too well. Mickey Goldmill. "Hey Mick" Rocky said as he knelt down to the headstone. "I just wanted to wish you a happy father's day...I-I know you weren't my dad by blood but...you were my dad in every way other than that" Rocky said. It was true, Mickey had not only been his trainer, he had always been there for Rocky ever since Rocky came to Mickey's gym. Mickey saw something in Rocky that no one else saw: A champion, A warrior, A son, and a damn good fighter. Rocky had also saw something in Mickey: A friend, A confidant, a father. "I miss you Mick...so much has happened I won the fight against Clubber, Robert is growing up, Apollo and I even became friends and he and Tony are my trainers. But still they don't compare to you Mick, not even close" Rocky said. "God Mick, I wish you were here, I still need ya. I mean yeah everything is great but I still wish you were here" Rocky said as a tear cascaded down his face as a memory appeared in his mind. FLASHBACK _Today was the day. Today Rocky Balboa was going to marry the love of his life Adrianna Penninno. Rocky was waiting for his Bride to come as he sat in the church all ready for the wedding. Rocky then felt a hand on his shoulder. Rocky then turned and saw Mickey smiling down at him._ _"Hey Mick" Rocky said as he hugged his trainer_ _"Hey Kid, congrats, you picked the right girl" Mickey said as he hugged back. He and Rocky then sat together._ _"Thanks Mick" Rocky said._ _"I'm real proud of ya, you may have lost the fight, but damn it you tried and now look at ya, standing tall and about to get married and even stronger" Mickey said._ _"I did try" Rocky said as he looked at Mickey._ _Mickey nodded._ _"Yes you did kid, and I couldn't be more proud" Mickey said._ END FLASHBACK "You said you were proud of me, i'll always remember that, you even sat with me those weeks when Adrian was in a coma" Rocky said as another memory was played in his mind. FLASHBACK _Rocky was sitting next to Adrian's bed, holding her hand. she had been like that for a week now and he hadn't seen the baby yet. He couldn't. Not without Adrian. Rocky rubbed Adrian's hand gently as he kissed it._ _The door then opened and Mickey came in._ _"How she doing kid?" Mickey asked._ _Rocky shook his head._ _"She didn't wake up yet" Rocky said._ _"Don't worry kid, she will soon" Mickey said trying to reassure the worried fighter._ "_But when Mickey? I can't do this without her! I hate seeing her like this!" Rocky exclaimed._ _Mickey then put his hand on Mickey's shoulder. A tear then came down Rocky's face. The trainer then put his arm around Rocky as the fighter let out all his pain and frustrations._ _"Don't worry kid, I'm here for ya, I'm Here" Mickey said._ END FLASHBACK "You were there almost every day and sat with me, I'll never forget that" Rocky said through the tears. Rocky then felt a hand on his shoulder. He then turned and saw his neighbor and best friend Corissa. Corissa Azalea Principe had been Rocky's neighbor before all the fame and success. They had met when he had defended her in a fight back when she was 15. After that they had become fast friends and became brother and sister by soul. Rocky would do anything for his little sis. Corissa had also been friends with Adrian and she and Paulie had gotten him and Adrian together. Corissa had been to all his fights and even became good friends with Mickey too. She had also been there when Mickey died. "Hey Rocky" Corissa whispered. "Hey little sis" Rocky said as he got up and hugged her. "Adrian said you were here, I thought I'd come find you and also visit Mick" Corissa said after they pulled away. "I miss him Corey" Rocky said. "So do I, he was like my dad too" Corissa said. After her mom had left her when she was 12, Corissa had her dad to take care of her, but when she was 18 she and Rocky had found him dead in Corissa's apartment. Then she met Mickey 2 years later and after having many talks together she had finally opened up and Mickey had held her when she cried it was then that he became her surrogate father. "He was our surrogate dad" Rocky said with a smile "Our little tough family" Corissa said smiling too. "Hey Mick, I just wanted to say happy father's day you were always like my dad, I miss you Mickey I love you" Corissa said. "Love ya Mick" Rocky said, With that they both left together to go back to his house. Rocky felt better and knew that when he walked through the door he was going to hug his son tight and tell him how much he loved him. Lord knows He needed to hear it. As Rocky and Corissa left they felt a warmth and they knew it was Mickey smiling down on them. They could even hear Mickey saying one final sentence. "I love ya kids, I love ya" A/N The End! I hope you all love it! I am gonna be writing more stories for Rocky so get ready! Please R and R and check out my other stories! End file.	Rocky, Family, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	5,752	12,162.5
null	Rocky Phtographs A/N Hey guys! i'm back wih a new story! i hope you all love it! Discalimer; I do not own anyone excpet for Corissa. Corissa Azalea Principe quickly made her way to the hospital. She had been working at the hair and nails salon when she had gotten a phone call from Paulie. Surprised, she answered and he was frantically saying how Adrian as at the hospital, that she had given birth early, and that she was at the hospital and Rocky was there with her saying she needed to be there. After reassuring that she would be there as soon as possible, she hung up and told her boss Paulina what had happened. Being the caring and nice boss she was Paulina sent Corissa on her way. Corissa then took her jacket and purse and rushed to the hospital. Once she made it to the hospital, she had asked the lady at the front desk about Adrian "What's your relation to Mrs. Balboa?" The lady asked. "I'm her sister in law, Mr. Balboa is my big brother" Corissa responded without hesitation. She wasn't lying Rocky and Adrian had always been like her older siblings, always taking care of her and making sure she was alright "Alright she's in room 175" The lady responded. Giving her thanks, she then made her way to room 175, before she could go in, she saw Paulie exit the room. "Paulie!" Corissa said. "Corissa thank God you're hear, Rocky is a wreck" Paulie said. "Why is something wrong with the baby?" Corissa asked. "No but its Adrian, she's in a coma" Paulie responded. "Oh my god" Corissa gasped. "I told you he was a wreck" Paulie said. "So what now?" Corissa asked. "I'm Leaving to give you and Rocky privacy, plus I can't stand seeing Adrian like that, I'll be back later, just stay with him ok?" Paulie asked. "Alright" Corissa said. Corissa then took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She then saw Rocky with his head buried in the bed with his hand holding Adrian's. Adrian was passed out and somewhat pale. She then walked over to Rocky and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Rocky" Corissa said quietly. "Hey Cori" Rocky said not taking his eyes off of Adrian. Corissa then pulled up a chair next to Rocky and sat next to him. "This is my fault" Rocky said after a long period of silence. Corissa then looked at Rocky. "How is this you're fault?" Corissa asked. "I'm doing the rematch against Apollo and Adrian didn't want me too, nut I didn't listen. The Doctors told me she was under so much stress that she gave birth early. Its my fault my wife was stressed and now in a coma" Rocky said as he got up and punched the wall with his bare fist. Corissa then got up quickly and hugged Rocky. Rocky then hugged back and buried his face in her shoulder. Once she started feeling tears on her shoulder, she knew her big brother had broke. "Shhh, its ok big bro. She'll be fine" Corissa said as she led Rocky back to the chairs and made him look at her. "Rocky none of this is you're fault, Adrian was stressed because everything happened so fast between the first match, the wedding, and this. It was never because you intentionally put this stress on her. She loves you Rocky and I know that when she wakes up she'll smile and tell you the same thing" Corissa said as she held Rocky's hands in hers. Rocky then cracked a hint of a smile. "What would I do without you baby sis?" Rocky asked. Corissa smiled. "Probably forget everything" Corissa said jokingly. Rocky then took Corissa in his arms and hugged her tightly, savoring the feel of his baby sister in every way but blood in his arms. Once they pulled away they sat back down. "Did you see the baby yet?" Corissa asked. Rocky shook his head. "No, I don't want to see him without Adrian" Rocky responded. Corissa nodded understanding. Even so Corissa felt bad for the new parents because they were missing the first few days of there child's life. Not like they could help it (Especially Adrian) but still. Corissa wished there was something she could do. Then it hit her! She was taking a photography class for fun and she had her own camera! Corissa would ask the nurse itf she could take pictures of the baby each day until Adrian was well enough to see the baby. Corissa then smiled. Auntie Corissa to the rescue! That evening, after Corissa had left Rocky with Adrian (After promising she would come here everyday no matter what) she made her way to where they kept the babies and saw a glass window and saw a couple of babies in there. She then spotted a baby and looked down at the nametag and it had read 'Balboa' . Corissa smiled. The baby was a perfect mix of Rocky and Adrian. "Can I help you?" A voice asked pulling Corissa out of her thoughts. Corissa then turned around and saw a nurse standing there. "Hi, I was wondering if I could go in there and take a picture of the Balboa baby" Corissa asked. "I don't know if that's aloud" The nurse said. Corissa then explained her story about what had happened and her idea. The nurse then nodded and permitted her to do so. "Before I let you in, what is your relations to the Balboa family?" The nurse asked. "I'm the father's sister, the baby is my nephew" Corissa said. Once Corissa was in she tip toed to the baby and pulled out her camera and took a picture once she was done she left the hospital. This became a rutine for Corissa everyday after work or class she was at the hospital to sit with rocky and Adrian. When she wasn't with the parents she was with the baby taking snapshots. One day while taking pictures the baby smiled and cooed. Corissa's heart melted at the cute site. She wanted nothing more than to hold the child. But she stopped. 'No' She thought to herself. 'Not until Rocky and Adrian hold him first' She thought. Corissa believed that when a child was born the first person to hold the baby was the mom then the dad then whoever the parents chose. She would never strip Adrian and Rocky of that rite. A few weeks later Adrian had finally woken up and watched joyfully as the proud parents held there son. After taking a picture with Rocky and Adrian with Robert (Corissa Smiled at the thought of them naming the baby after Rocky) she was honored when Adrian asked her if she wanted to hold him. With a nod she then held her Nephew in her arms. it was the best feeling in the world. That night she had possessed all the pictures at her house and once they were ready she put them in a folder and would present them the next day. The next day she walked into the room and saw Adrian holding her son in the bed. She then noticed Corissa and smiled. "Hey Cori" Adrian said. "Hey Adri" Corissa said. "How was class today?" Adrian asked. "It was nice, I finished my latest project" Corissa said proudly as she held the folder up. "May I see?" Adrian asked. "Not yet, I wanna wait till Rocky gets here, where is he anyway?" Corissa asked. "Training with Mickey, they'll be here soon" Adrian replied. To pass the time Adrian and Corissa talked about how class and work was going for her and talked about how Adrian was feeling. "Rocky told me you were here everyday with him while I was out along with Mickey and Paulie, thank you so much little sis" Adrian said gratefully. "No problem I'd do anything for you guys" Corissa said. Rocky, Paulie and Mickey then walked through the door. "Hey guys" Corissa and Adrian said. Once Rocky and Mickey were situated with Rocky holding the baby, Adrian spoke up. "Rocky, Cori finished her project in her photography class today. she wants us to see" Adrian said. "Go ahead baby sis, show us" Rocky said. Corissa then stood up. "Well first off it wasn't an actual project but my teacher gave me an A on it anyway, but anyway, when I heard Adrian was in a coma I was so worried, when I talked to Rocky he said he wouldn't see the baby without Adrain. I then felt bad because I realized that both of you were going to miss the first weeks of your baby's life. I then took it upon myself to do this" Corissa said as she handed the folder to Adrian while Rocky leaned in. Adrian opened the folder and gasped. she then saw pictures of her baby on the day he was born. it was like time line of pictures from the day he was born to the day Cori took the picture of her and Rocky holding the baby. "Oh my God, Rocky look at this" Adrian said as she held up the pictures for him to see. "Wow, Cori you did all this?" Rocky asked in amazement. Corissa nodded. "Everyday the Nurse would let me in and I would take snapshots of the baby, I loved doing this. He would smile at me and I would just want to hold him. But I didn't" Corissa said. "Why didn't you hold the kid?" Mickey asked. "Because I believe that every parents should be the first one to hold their child. I wasn't just gonna strip Rocky and Adri of that rite" Corissa responded. Adrian looked at her surrogate sister and smile with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Cori, thank you so much, this is amazing, I will forever appreciate this" Adrian said. "No problem big sis" Corissa said. Adrian then held out her arms and Corissa obliged as Adrian hugged Corissa tightly. Adrian then held the baby as Rocky went over to Corissa and hugged her. "Thanks baby sis, I love you so much, you don't know how happy this makes us" Rocky said. "Trust me you two it was my pleasure" Corissa said. The rest of the night was spent with Coirssa holding her Nephew while everyone else admired the pictures Corissa had taken. Corissa then looked down at the baby and smiled. Auntie Corissa had saved the day. A/N The End! I hope you guys liked my story! it was so awesome to make! Please R and R and check out my other stories! Thanks! End file.	Rocky, Family, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	9,672	10,578.4
null	Rocky The Wrocky Collection "In the funky 70's disco corner, wearing the fabulous shorts: 'The Best of the Best of the Best'; 'The Man of a Thousand Knuckles'; 'The Beeeautiful' - Apollo Cream! Cream's sugar-frosted face glistened like a diamond-encrusted bowling ball. "... And in the apple-flavoured corner, wearing his mum's blouse: 'The Strongest Man Ever to Wear High Heels' - Flubber Lang!" Flubber demonstrated his awesome strength by punching through a solid block of gooseberry jelly. "Okay, boys" said the ref. "When I say 'Go', punch each other in the face repeatedly until one of you falls over. Ready?... GO!" Flubber fervidly flailed his fearsome fists, flapping frantically, frustrating his foe in a furious foamy flurry. Cream fell over, but got back up and wiped the saliva off his shins. He came forwards. He came on strong. He came in his pants. "Now it's MY turn, Flange!" Cream's lovely long lactose limbs lassoed and lashed like lanky liquorice laces, licking Lang on his lumpy loaf. "Apollo, Apollo C-ream! He float like a butterfly and sting like a dream!" These words came into his head as he unleashed a jab-jab-jab, followed by a shuffle-ball-change. Flubber fell over and hit his head on a brick. * * * "Ah fuck the diet!" Said Paulie, helping himself to another snow cone. * * * "You're gonna drink magma and you're gonna shit lava! They're gonna call ya the Italian volcano, kid!" Wrocky never really understood Mickey Mouse's training methods - his gums were ripped to shreds from the razor-wire spaghetti and meatballs he had to eat for lunch, and he was still wanted for questioning regarding several bite marks taken out of a Komodo dragon at the local zoo. "Why have I always got to eat stuff and then shit stuff?" The unorthodox regime eventually drove Wrocky to smuggling Caramac bars into the gym in an attempt to stave off starvation. "Now kid, you're gonna eat babies and you're gonna shit abortions!" Wrocky sighed. * * * Paulie took a massive toke of his cigar and got a nice little head-rush. * * * Wrocky had punched Yvonne Drago nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine times in the groin and his arms were starting to feel tired. "Tell ya wot!" Said Wrocky, inserting a rhubarb and custard lollipop into his wonky mouth. "Why are we in here killing each other when there are wars going on in Denmark and Albania?" "You're right." Yvonne agreed. "With our superior strength and athleticism, we should be out there _in_ those wars! We must crush all their inferior capitalist skulls like dog eggs!" This was not exactly the proposal Wrocky had intended to make. But now, he quite liked the sound of it. "Okay boss. From now on, we'll be friends!" But as Wrocky extended his arm for a friendly handshake, Yvonne decided to punch him in the face as hard as he could. BA-DOING! In his dying moments, Wrocky dreamt of a world overrun by a communist nation of jellyfish people. * * * "This is the life." Thought Paulie as his sexbot gave him another clamp-job. * * * Yvonne Drago liked to punch things. He once punched a man so hard he thought he'd been kissed, went home, had a jam sandwich, went to bed - woke up inside-out. He once punched a rock so hard it turned into a tiny ruby that he wore in his ear as a risqué fashion accessory. He once punched a calculator so hard that all the numbers fell out and got lost behind the sofa. He once punched a girl in the face and went to prison for murder... Yvonne learnt the hard way that violence isn't always the answer. * * * "Okay, Wrocky!" Said Apollo Cream. "If you wanna beat that Flubber Lang, you gotta do it black-man style!" Wrocky wasn't quite sure what was happening. "First, I want five-hundred caps in that heavy bag's ass! Then I want you to shank that speedball! Then I want you to get all up in that skipping rope's face and be all like 'Stay outta ma bidness, awkay!' Then I want..." Wrocky sighed. This was totally racist. * * * "Oh for Christ's sake!" Said Adrien, popping a Valium and guzzling it down with a glass of champagne. She was at her wit's end with Paulie leaving cigar buts, half-eaten boloney sandwiches, and crusty used tissues all over the Balboa estate. "... And if that fat lazy wanker gets drunk and slaps my arse one more time, I'm gonna get Wrocky to pummel his liver into a delicate pâté!" * * * "Okay, Wrocky!" Said Tony Dook. "You're coming out of retirement for the 69th time, you're 120 years old, and you're gonna be fighting an indestructible war machine!" Wrocky stroked his invisible beard in an attempt to look thoughtful. Tony continued, "Now, you've got crippling arthritis in your spine! You've got piles the size of Easter eggs! You've got erectile dysfunction!..." "I get that problem." Paulie interjected. "... You've got type 2 diabetes! You've got bowel incontinence! You've got so much brain damage, when I walked into the room you mistook me for a cucumber sandwich! You've got..." Wrocky zoned out for a little while. "... So what we're gonna do is we're gonna train you old-man style! First, I want you to talk shit to that heavy bag for an hour! Then I want you to run over that skipping rope with your mobility scooter! Then I want you to fall over that dumbbell and break your hip! Then I want..." Wrocky sighed. This was totally ageist. * * * Paulie could not believe what he had just witnessed. The spectacle he saw before him brought a tear of pure wonder to his yellowy eyeball. "A baloney and snow cone sandwich..." He breathed in astonishment. "Why did I never think of this before?" He lifted the breaded snack towards his gaping mouth, shuddering in awe. "Fuck me, this is going to be good. I think I'll have a wank after this." * * * Spider Reeko was never much of a boxer, in truth, he had always dreamed of painting watercolour landscapes of the English countryside. * * * Wrocky had his opponent hurt with a slug to the body, followed by two more slugs to the body. He then blocked a couple of jabs with his face and countered with a slug to the body, followed by seven more slugs, each one to the body. Another slug to the body had his opponent coughing up his own pancreas and a final slug to the body finally sent him to the canvas like a sack of shit. "Such elegance... Such grace..." Said Paulie, a tear of wonder welling in his bloodshot eyeball. * * * Masom 'The Lime' Dixom was never much of a boxer, in truth, he had always dreamed of playing clarinet in the London Symphony Orchestra. * * * "Today, NASA would like to introduce the very latest creation in cybernetic space-age technology. Please say 'Hello' to the ultimate warrior - Lucifus Barnaby Monstro!" The scientist pulled a silk cloth away to unveil an incredibly muscular man wearing Y-fronts. He had a robot eye and enormous metallic fists and nipples. "We would like to propose a friendly exhibition bout with Wrocky Bell-Boa..." Suddenly, the robot man spoke in a scary computerised voice, "MUST DESTROY WROCKY BELL-BOA." * * * "I can't believe I let that big commie cracker punch me to death!" Said Apollo Cream, sitting on a cloud in Heaven. "I knew I shouldn't have dropped acid with James Brown right before the fight! I was tripping balls so bad I thought I was fighting a giant peacock at one point..." * * * This was it - the moment that humankind had waited for since the dawn of civilisation, since we first gazed up at the stars in the night sky and asked ourselves the question 'Is there anybody out there?' - first contact with extraterrestrial life. As the UFO landed in the Nevada desert, a rectangular door opened up in the hull of the chromium vessel. Then, through a haze of dry ice and cheap lighting effects, out stepped what looked like a tiny man with the head of a jellyfish. It spoke. "Earthlings - we have travelled across the galaxy to present you with the very latest creation in genetic engineering and gene-splicing technology. Please kneel before the ultimate enslaver of Earthlings - Septicus Barnacle Moonraker!" The alien pulled some tin foil away to reveal an incredibly muscular creature wearing silver Y-fronts. He had enormous fists and the hindquarters of a domestic cow. "We would like to propose a friendly exhibition bout with your champion, Earthling Bell-Boa..." Suddenly, the creature spoke in a strange alien tongue, "MUST EXTERMINATE EARTHLING BELL-BOA." * * * Introducing America's latest team of crime-fighting superheroes - Fist Force Five! With more swagger than Jagger! More funk than Bootsy Collins! More 'fro than the Jackson 5! - Apollo Cream!... The angriest transvestite this side of Mount Kilimanjaro - Flubber Lang!... The man with more roids in his system than Ronnie Coleman's left testicle - Yvonne Drago!... With the most sexually ambiguous mullet known to science - Tommy Morrisons!... And their leader - the pound-for-pound most brain-damaged man this side of the Hubble Space Telescope - Wrocky Bell-Boa! Together they fight petty crime, hang around in bars, and go to cheap strip clubs without telling their wives - Fist Force Five! * * * A crushing right hook from Paulie had Yvonne Drago reeling against the ropes. He was badly hurt with blood cascading down his Soviet face. Yvonne desperately tried to back off on but Paulie pounced like a fearsome tiger, hitting the Russian giant with a tremendous blow that shattered his soviet noggin into a million tiny pieces of ice. The crystalline fragments fell into a small paper cone, topped with sweet rainbow syrup. "Look into the snow cone of your soul." Echoed a deep, mysterious voice. So Paulie gazed into the sparkling slurry... and in the kaleidoscope of multicoloured, icy jewels... he saw his own face. Paulie sat up in his bed with a jolt. Wide awake. Drenched in sweat and piss. "... And I have the same dream every night." He confessed to Adrien later on that morning. "Well, that and the one where I'm being chased by a giant baloney sandwich..." * * * The following rhymes are brought to you by Fist Force Five! Wrocky Bell-Boa: "I'm so tough, so they say, I eat thumbtacks mixed with whey!" Apollo Cream: "I'm so fast, yesterday, I ran rings 'round Cassius Clay!" Flubber Lang: "I'm so mean, on eBay, I bid for shit and never pay!" Yvonne Drago: "I'm so strong, impressive, hey? I bash brains into purée!" Tommy Morrisons: "I'm so camp, shout 'hooray!', all my boy-friends think I'm gay!" Oh Tommy, you always have to ruin everything. End file.	Rocky, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	10,509	13,065.6
null	Rocky Au Delà du Pantin de Glace _Disclaimer : Rocky appartient à Sylvester Stallone dont il est le scénariste, le réalisateur, le producteur et l_'_interprête._ _A/N : Fan inconditionnelle de la saga Rocky (et de Stallone XD), je profite de ce moment où l'on en parle beaucoup à cause de la sortie de Rocky VI toute récente pour poster mon premier OS sur cette superbe saga. Ce sera la première fic française sur Rocky d'ailleurs, je crois… Cela faisait longtemps que j'avais envie de griffonner quelque chose à ce sujet et l'inspiration est venue d'un coup en regardant récemment pour la énième fois Rocky IV, sorti en 1986. Peut-être est-ce mon année de naissance qui a joué, ou peut-être n'est-ce qu'un hasard, quoi qu'il en soit, ce Rocky IV est mon préféré de toute la saga. Et l'adversaire de Rocky de ce film – Ivan Drago l'impressionnant soviétique – reste de loin mon méchant favori des films Rocky. J'aime sa différence avec les autres adversaires de la série, cette froideur presque irréelle remplaçant l'arrogance d'un Apollo, Clubber ou autre Tommy. La psychologie de pantin manipulé de Drago qui se transforme au fil du combat m'a toujours captivée (tout comme l'acteur qui le joue – Dolph Lundgren – m'a toujours charmée lol) Du coup, j'ai eu envie de travailler un peu sur ce personnage glacial, de l'étoffer et de lui donner vie le temps d'une OS parsemée de mélancolie, de neige et de… punch rockyien XD _ * * * AU-DELA DU PANTIN DE GLACE Immaculé. Un paysage perpétuellement éblouissant, de par cette neige établie en maîtresse des lieux sur ce paysage de campagne russe. Le ciel était aussi clair que pouvait l'être le sol tout recouvert du tapis blanc ivoirien. Même la cime des arbres était vêtue de cette poussière de nacre glaciale qui trouvait son apogée au sommet des plus hautes montagnes de la région. Qui aurait pu avec certitude dépeindre ce paysage ? Ivan Drago, lui, en était encore capable, malgré toutes les années qui s'étaient écoulées depuis la dernière fois qu'il était venu ici. Enfant, Ivan adorait profitait de cette neige éternelle s'étendant partout autour de lui, dans son petit village natal non loin de Moscou, mais il n'avait bientôt plus eu l'occasion de s'y amuser, lorsqu'il avait fini par passer professionnel. Dès lors, tout s'était enchaîné très vite. Lui qui ne désirait avant toute chose que boxer, avait fini par être repéré par de nombreuses personnalités, voyant en lui – de par sa taille impressionnante et sa force non moins ahurissante – une future machine indestructible. C'est ainsi que de simple sportif, Ivan avait fini par devenir un automate, ni plus ni moins. Et les seuls moments bénis où il avait pu voir la neige après cela avaient eu lieu lorsqu'il sortait pour se rendre d'un camp d'entraînement à un autre. Sa vie n'avait alors gravité qu'autour des salles de sports remplies d'appareils de musculation hyper sophistiqués, d'ordinateurs étudiant sa robustesse et des gens lui dictant ce qu'il devait faire et penser, le bourrant d'hormones et d'anabolisants avant d'exhiber fièrement leur machine à détruire sur divers rings de boxe. Un potentiel de puissance purement exploité. Un pantin, voilà ce qu'il avait été. Pour les américains, il était Drago le tueur venant du froid, pour avoir tué en plein match leur Apollo Creed, icône du monde de la boxe. Pour ses compatriotes soviets, il était Drago le looser, celui sur lequel étaient fondés de grands espoirs et qui avait perdu contre les Etats-Unis, symbolisés par le boxeur inégalable qu'était Rocky Balboa ou celui que l'on surnommait l'Etalon Italien. Mais pour lui-même, il savait bien ce qu'il était en réalité : Drago la marionnette, Drago la machine à détruire manipulée et créée de toutes pièces pour gagner. Et dernièrement, le symbole de la puissance soviétique programmée pour mettre à genoux les Etats-Unis, ce pour quoi il avait fini par échouer, écrasé par cette flamme qui animait les coups de Rocky et dont lui avait été dépourvu depuis longtemps déjà. Lointain lui paraissait le temps où il ne rêvait que de boxer, tout simplement. Pour lui-même. Pour l'amour du sport. Mais ce désir avait été perverti par tous ces vampires du métier qui s'étaient jeté sur lui en découvrant son potentiel de force dans ce mètre 98 de muscles. Dès lors, les mauvaises magouilles de ce business l'avaient écarté de son rêvé, faisant de lui non plus un boxeur, mais un robot de brutalité entièrement dirigé, ne pouvant ni penser ni agir par lui-même. Tandis que d'autres boxeurs, comme Rocky, se battaient avant tout avec leur cœur et par passion du sport, lui avait l'impression de n'avoir été qu'une paire de poings sans aucun esprit, rien de plus. Tout son entourage n'avait été là que pour lui dire ce qu'il devait faire. Qui il devait boxer, quand, comment, pourquoi… De son manager jusqu'à sa femme Ludmilla. Et il s'était surpris à jalouser Rocky, pour sa capacité à rester simple et vrai malgré le succès, à terrasser ses ennemis avec la puissance de son âme, ayant autour de lui des amis sincères ainsi qu'une femme aimante et un fils pour encaisser les coups en même temps que lui. Et lui… qu'avait-il ? Qu'avait-il été, au juste ? Il ne s'appartenait plus. Il avait vendu son âme au diable. Il n'avait même rien ressenti lorsqu'il avait abattu Apollo Creed sur le ring, à force de coups terriblement violents et incessants. Comme s'il… ne possédait plus d'âme du tout. Il avait oublié ce qui lui avait donné envie de boxer pour la première fois, il avait oublié l'ardeur passionnée qui l'animait alors et qui aurait dû continuer à l'habiter tout au long du chemin… Mais cela, il ne l'avait compris qu'à la fin du combat contre Rocky lorsque les poings de ce dernier s'assaillaient, lui, celui qui avait été ingénieusement programmé pour vaincre. Lorsqu'à la fin du match, il s'était soulevé contre son entraîneur ou plutôt créateur, comme transformé par les coups inattendus et pleins de cœur de l'Etalon, prenant finalement conscience qu'il voulait se battre non plus pour les autres, mais uniquement pour lui-même. Ivan Drago repensait avec amertume à tout ce qu'il avait été, à tout ce qu'il avait perdu tandis qu'il avançait dans la neige dont ses seuls pas venaient à troubler son immaculation presque irréelle. Il avait besoin de revenir aux sources, de retrouver cette passion et cette excitation indescriptible qu'il avait éprouvée la toute première fois qu'il avait enfilé des gants de boxe. C'était bel et bien ici qu'il aurait venir s'entraîner, à la rustique en pleine nature sauvage, comme Rocky, et non pas avec toutes ces machines puantes d'artificialité, autant qu'il avait fini par le devenir, lui-même. Et alors qu'il se fondait parmi ce paysage de simplicité et d'authenticité, il sentait toutes ces choses superficielles et fausses le quitter, comme si cette vision de nature éthérée dans laquelle il s'enfonçait de plus en plus le débarrassait de toutes ces mauvaises choses, le faisant redevenir lui-même… comme il l'avait été le tout premier jour, ce jour béni où il avait découvert la boxe et où il avait su au fond de lui-même où la véritable force se devait d'être puisée. Le jour où le _boxeur_ Drago était né. Il ne sut pas très bien quelle force le poussa à faire ça, mais alors qu'il arrivait au pied des montagnes près desquelles il avait fait ses premiers pas, et que de nouveaux flocons de neige s'abattaient sur son visage, il s'arrêta net et ôta son bonnet, malgré le froid glacial et paralysant qui régnait sur ces terres russes. Ses courts cheveux blonds s'échappèrent alors pour se parer rapidement des flocons que le froid venait à déposer sans cesse. Et comme guidé par son seul instinct, il fit de même avec son écharpe qu'il dénoua avec une lenteur calculée pour l'enlever totalement à son tour. Ses gants ainsi que son épais manteau fourré suivirent rapidement le même parcours avant que son pull et sa chemise ne finissent également par venir s'échouer sur le sol enneigé. En dépit du vent de glace, le géant Ivan, à présent torse nu et agenouillé dans la neige, ses yeux bleus clos, ne ressentit aucun froid. Au contraire, il pouvait presque sentir comme une chaleur vaguement familière qu'il croyait avoir perdue à jamais, s'emparer de son corps et lui redonner vie, petit à petit. Et il resta un long moment ainsi, serein et vivant comme jamais il ne l'avait été. Comme s'il avait besoin de retrouver une sorte de pureté, de limpidité et d'authenticité nue, avant de pouvoir ressusciter en temps que boxeur. Mais également en tant qu'homme. Et ainsi, Ivan laissa le vent nordique, le décor lactescent de son enfance et les flocons gelés guider son corps et son esprit, le débarrassant de toute cette perversion et de cette impureté qui l'avait empêché de vivre réellement durant tant d'années. Il se sentait libre comme jamais il ne l'avait été auparavant… ou peut-être il y avait longtemps… avant. Le boxeur Ivan Drago renaissait. Comme au premier jour. Authentique, pur, passionné et… humain. FIN End file.	Rocky, Angst	Fanfiction	null	9,044	13,968.7
null	Rocky Rocky II "And now for Round 14. Apollo seems to be dancing around Rocky. Rocky makes a jab. He misses. Another right jab! He misses again! Creed is just toying with him in there! He's taunting him! Rocky throws a southpaw jab! Miss! Apollo throws a right jab and OUCH! Rocky falls against the ropes. Creed charges toward him and darn! Look at that! He just won't stop punching. He's alternating between the head and the gut. Whoa! Huh? There's the bell and that marks the end of this round. Man, those kids sure can fight." "Rocky, you can't take no more of this. I gotta stop the fight." Bob told his master. "Apollo, you're bleeding on the inside. I gotta throw in the towel." Said Apollo's close friend, Tony Duke. "You stop this fight and I'll kill ya." Both warriors said together at the same moment. They both had The Eye of The Tiger. Bob gave Rocky some water and then put Rocky's new mouthpiece in. Rocky then ran back into the ring for Round 15. "It's amazing. After all the fights he's been in he has never broken his nose. Not even in this fight." P.J. said to himself as he watched the fighters limp toward each other. Rocky barely raised his arm and forced it to punch Apollo in the left cheek. Apollo forced a blow onto Rocky's right cheek. The kept forcing blows until the final bell rang. Rocky still had an unbroken nose. "The winner by judge scoring is...Apollo Creed!!" Apollo jumped with joy as reporters flooded the ring. Half went to Apollo, half went to Rocky. They asked Rocky many questions. But all Rocky said was "Yo Taarin!". She managed to push through the crowd and embrace Rocky in a loving hug. "I love you." said Taarin tearfully. "I love you." replied Rocky. Then their faces slowly moves closer to each other until their lips met. A kiss of true love, between Rocky Pinnicle and Taarin. A kiss between Goku and Chi Chi, Cecil and Rosa, Domon and Rain. "I hate to break up this moment, but we need to get Rocky to a hospital. Now. Come on, the ambulance is waiting." Said Bob. Taarin did not notice who said that, with Bob being so short and all, but agreed that Rocky needed medical attention. Twin ambulances flew through the streets of Boston. One was holding Apollo Creed, the victor. The other was holding Rocky Pinnicle. He may have lost the match, but he won something much better. Love. He held Taarin's hand as the ambulances sped through the streets. He tried to look out the window but could not see. His left eye was swollen and his right...his right he couldn't see anything out of, and it wasn't swollen. He slowly drifted into a sleep seeing nothing but darkness. A Pinnicle-Psykloak Production A BearFrog Fanfic Rocky II Rocky Pinnicle Apollo Creed Taarin And Bob as Bob Rocky and his friends entered the hospital and faced a swarm of journalists. James bit a few people who approached Rocky, Clarence got trampled by the crowd, P.J. ate an ice cream cone, Maci, John, and Cat pushed people away. Chad just stood there and Bob shouted at the annoying pests. "Get back stupid! Don't make me pull a Rocky on you people!" Rocky managed to land his body in a nearby wheelchair. Taarin pushed the wheelchair for the exhausted fighter as the troublesome reporters threw questions at Rocky. "Rocky, did you think you had it won?" asked one reporter. "I don't know. I'm at a loss for words." Replied Rocky. "Rocky! Is that the worse beating you ever took?" asked another. "You'll get worse if you don't get out of here." Said Bob angrily. "Do you think you have brain damage?" asked another reporter. "I don't see any." Rocky replied. While Rocky endured many questions from the press, Apollo endured much worse. He had questions too but his were like "Was the fight fixed?". He pushed through the crowd, in his wheelchair and yelled loudly "Where is he?" "Mountain! You're the luckiest man alive! Lucky!" yelled Creed angrily. "Do I look lucky?" "Look, nobody goes the distance with me! Come on, chump! Let's finish this fight right now!" Apollo yelled angrily as he girlfriend held him back. "Is he serious?" Rocky asked as he turned his head to face Taarin. "Did the bell save you Apollo?" asked a reporter. "Bell nothing, man! I'll take on this bum anyplace, any time!" "Does that mean ther will be a rematch?" "I said 'Anyplace, any time'!" "Hey Apollo, I thought you said there wouldn't be any rematch." Rocky blurted out sarcastically. "Look chump, anyplace, any time!" "Rocky, a rematch could be worth millions!" said John excitedly. "I'm retiring for boxing. I'm just gonna go through every day life, like most kids do." Rocky told the crowd. "Don't you run out on me, mountain! I gave you a shot and now I'm giving you a second shot! Fight me!" "You've got a lot of energy. You should focus it on a difficult task, like Flash Animation. You've got nothing to prove by fighting Rocky again so just leave him alone." John said to Apollo. "I don't care what the judges said, this is the man who won the fight!" Maci yelled, with his fist in the air. "Don't walk out on me! Don't you walk away from me!" yelled Apollo. Rocky and his friends tried to move but the crowd followed. They stopped abruptly, however, when P.J. took out his marshmallow gun and started spraying the humongous crowd. "Hey you guys, you might wanna leave. I'll be busy healing here for a few days." Rocky told his comrades as they rolled along to his room. "But you'll be all alone." Said Taarin. "Don't worry. My folks'll get through the crowd soon. I'll be fine." Ten minutes later, Rocky was laying down looking at a bright light. Suddenly there was a snap, Rocky fell into a coma, and the doctors began their work. "I'm worried about that right eye of his," One of them said as they worked. Rocky woke up in one of the many hospital rooms. A nurse entered the room. She handed Rocky some pills and water, which he took immediately. She also took out a notepad and a pen and asked Rocky "Could you sign this? My little Phil would love it." "Sure Ma'm." "Make it out to 'My good friend, Phil'." she said as he signed the autograph. "My first autograph. Here you go." Rocky said kindly as he handed her the autograph. She exited the room before Rocky said "To my good friend Phil, who I don't even know." After his comment, Rocky began to feel sleepy. Rocky slowly fell into a deep sleep where he once again saw the one who taught him...Goku. "Goku, I did it. I went the distance." "Great job, kiddo! I'm proud of you." "Thank you, sensei." "Whoa! You're making me feel old!" The two laughed at the comment for a few second before Goku said "I have something for you." He took out a round metal ball, half red, half white. There was a button in the center of it. A Pokeball. In his other hand, he had a Pokedex, a device that is used to give information on Pokemon. "These are for you." "Thanks, but what would I use em for? There's no such thing as Pokemon." "There are Pokemon. Many of the things in Anime Cartoons are based on real things. The general public has yet to learn of the truth in anime and other shows." "Awesome! Thanks Goku!" "No prob! By the way, when you wake up, check inside the pokeball." Rocky woke up suddenly and looked over to the nearby table. On it was his pokeball and pokedex. Rocky was about to grab the pokeball when he heard moaning from the room next to him. He got into his wheelchair and opened the door and saw Apollo Creed, laying down on a soft hospital bed in intense pain. The room was very dark, but Rocky could still make out Apollo's body. "Yo Apollo?" "Yeah?" He said, exasperated. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Did you give me your best?" "Yeah..." "Thank you." Apollo was honest with Rocky. They used everything they had in that fight. Apollo's Ki punch used up all of his Ki and Rocky's dodge cost him all of his Ki. Rocky went back to his room and went back to sleep without even checking the pokeball. Goku was absent in this dream. Perhaps he had done all he could, and his mission was complete. Rocky would miss him. Instead, Rocky dreamt about the fight he had with Apollo.The sweat, the blood, the bruises, the tears, the anguish. It was all so vivid. The effort it took to lift his arms in the final round could be felt in the intensity of the dream. Rocky woke up the next morning and immediately grabbed the pokeball so he could see what was inside. A bean. A single lousy bean. Rocky picked up the bean and ate it. He suddenly knew Goku had given him a Senzu Bean. He jumped out from the bed and quickly dressed into his normal clothes. After doing so he placed his new items in his pocket and jumped out the window, only to land on Bob, his cat. And snow. Lots and lots of cold snow. "Stupid! What the heck are you doing? You can't just go jumping out of windows the day after a huge fight! You need a parachute, moron." Yelled Bob as she pushed Rocky off. Rocky got up from the ground and started brushing snow off of his body. "So you hungry?" Bob asked. "Nah. I just want to go home." Said Rocky. Bob and Rocky casually walked to their home while a light snow fell. It was quite peaceful. There were children having snowball fights, families building snowmen, and a Tiger who got loose from the Zoo. "ROAR!!" Rocky and Bob ignored the Tiger attacking a large man with a mohawk, thick sideburns and a thin goatee. They kept walking home peacefully as screams of pain could be heard...from the tiger. Suddenly a real danger appeared. A group of reporters and business men. "Run Bob! Run!" Rocky and Bob desperately tried to get away from the swarm, but were soon trampled by the army of the media. Back at the hospital, Apollo sat alone in the darkness. He was thinking about the bout with Rocky. While deep in thought, someone entered the room. A large, fat, Caucasian man entered the room with a large contract. "Mr. Apollo Creed? I've come to sign the special contract with you." "The one that allows the champion of ACBL to fight in the lightweight division, and let's the champion lightweight fight in the middleweight division, and let's the middleweight champ fight in the heavyweight division?" "The very same. The Heavyweight champ, The Lightweight champ, The Middleweight champ, and the all the leagues have signed. All we need now is your signature." Apollo sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't want to fight those other chumps. He wanted Pinnicle. He wanted to conquer the mountain. He opened his eyes when the man said "If you sign, I'll give you a rematch with Pinnicle." "He's retired." "We can use many tactics to get him back into the ring. Just sign and all you have to do is keep fighting the guys in the other leagues until we get him in the ring." Apollo considered this for a moment. Fighting real boxers would be good training for a rematch against Pinnicle. He signed the contract, and went back to sleep. In his dreams he saw only one face, which belonged to Rocky Pinnicle. Apollo had no idea that Rocky was already fully healed and heading to his home. Rocky was greeted with a big surprise, a crowd of people outside of his house. They were all cheering his name. Reporters once again charged toward him. "Hide me!" Bob yelled putting her hands over her eyes. Rocky suddenly got an idea and threw the pokeball at Bob, who instantly went inside. Rocky quickly grabbed it before someone could step on it and put the ball in his pocket. "Rocky, did you think you had it one?" "Do you think you have brain damage?" "Can't you people ask original questions?" Rocky asked as he plowed through to get into his house. He slammed the door behind him. And he had a new surprise, this one he liked. All of his friends, and his parents. And a banner that says "Welcome Home". Plus lots of food, drinks and music. "Welcome home, son!" yelled Rockyâ�™s father. "How'd you know?" "Well, when we woke up and saw you gone we figured you'd be heading home. So we called all your friends and planned a surprise party!" "But John has dial up internet. How'd you get through to him?" "I'm not on ALL the time." The entire room burst with laughter, except for John who was getting annoyed. Thus the party began. They played some games like "Pin the Tail on the fat kid" in which they grabbed Clarence and well...I'll let your imaginations deliver that scene to you. Rocky released Bob about halfway into the party, when he noticed some kitty litter in a bowl that Chad was eating from. He thought they were Dipin Dots. "That explains why they were so crunchy." While Rocky celebrated with his close friends and family, Apollo thought about nothing but the fight. He desire to fight Rocky again got him out from the bed and into the ring the next week. His opponent: Bruce Johnson. He easily won that fight with a K.O. in the first round. No handicap was given to Apollo. Apollo faced a lot of hate mail, even though he was moving quickly through the lightweight league. They were all criticizing his fight with Pinnicle. "How much did you get paid to carry that bum 15 rounds?" "The fight was fixed. Anybody who knows boxing knows that." "Why can't you ignore it?" his mother asked. "Are you serious?" asked Apollo as he threw the handful of letters into the air. The letters slowly drifted to the ground. As did the constant letters Rocky was getting. He had so much fan mail that it was filling up his entire closet. At school, he was the big man on campus. Everyone wanted to hang out with the famous Rocky Pinnicle. However, it died down when Apollo won the lightweight belt. One day at the lunch table, Rocky and his friends were talking. "Hey, wanna go throw doughnuts at old people?" P.J. asked the group. "Sorry, I have to go to a commercial shoot." "Really? This your first one?" asked James. "Yep. I'm looking forward to it." "Do a good job so they will hire you again. You'll need the money to pay for all the stuff you bought." Said Maci, who was looking at Rocky's black leather jacket with a picture of Bob on the back. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Apollo told his trainer. "Apollo, this is a bad idea! I don't think you should fight him again!" "Why?" "You really wanna know?" Apollo nodded. "I saw you give the best fight of your life. You gave a beating like you never gave before. And that guy just kept coming. He took it all and came back for more. We don't need a person like that in our lives. I know what you're feeling. Let it go. Let it go." "I'm sorry, but this is a matter of honor." "Very well, Apollo. I'll train you. But you know, this humiliation tactic will make us look like the bad guy." "Whatever it takes to get him in the ring." Rocky entered the studio happily. The first person he met was the cameraman. "Hey, you're Rocky, right? I'm Bill. Follow me and I'll take you to make up." Rocky looked at Bill's nametag. He had an ID number on it. The number was "1337" "I like your ID number. The numbers almost add up to nine. That's a good omen." The brush began to paint makeup on Rocky's face. Elsewhere, a painting of Rocky was being made. But this painting showed Apollo holding Rocky by the neck. Rocky was small and weak, while Apollo was large and strong. Apollo approved of the painting with a thumbs up. "Mr. Pinnicle? Hi. I'm Martin Smith. I'd like to talk to you about a Rocky action figure." "Rocky action figure?" "Yeah. KB Toys wants to make it. Ever hear of KB Toys?" "Yeah, I think." "They're big. And they want to make a Rocky doll. You can punch it, you can kick it. They can take a beating real good. All you have to do is sign." "I'll read over it after I'm done today, okay?" "Sure, sure. Hey, what's with the pokeball?" "Oh that. They wouldn't let Bob in so I put her in there. I guess I'll let her out now." Rocky pushed the button and out came Bob with an "MMMMMMMBOB! WAZZAP?" "Now THAT is cute cat. She's your cat?" "Yep. Hey, why don't you make an action figure of her too?" "She wouldn't make a good action figure...but she'd make a good stress reliever!" "A stress reliever? I don't care as long as I get some money from it." Said Bob. "Alright. I'll sign the contract, pass it here." Rocky quickly read over the contract and signed it happily. He then walked into the room to do his first commercial. A boxing ring was set up. Rocky danced around a bit, feeling confortable in the ring, wearing his shorts and gloves, even the makeup didn't ruin the moment. "Now read off the dummy cards." The director told Rocky as entered the ring. The fake nose and eyes looked ridiculous on him as he began to speak. "Hi. My name is Rocky Pinnicle. They say I'm the American dream, but not cuz-Can I do it over again?" "What? No! Just keep rolling. Come on you moron just read the freakin cards!" "Hey, nobody talks to my master like that! Die!" yelled Bob as she attacked the director. Rocky jumped out of the ring, when Bob threw the skinny director into the ring. His French hat fell off of him when he hit the ropes. He bounced off of them to the other side of the ring, where Bob was waiting. Pow! A jab to the face! Pow! Pow! Apollo gave his adversary another punch to the face. "Creed is dominating out there! This kid has some amazing boxing skill! Some may say that his opponents aren't used to fighting short people, but nonetheless this kid's victories are won with more than height. And BAM! Look at that! Lawrence is down! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Creed wins! Apollo Creed is now the middleweight champion and can fight in the heavyweight division!" "Get out of here right now!" the director yelled. "Security!" "I'll take em on. Bring it!" yelled Bob. "No! That's enough Bob. Let's just go." Rocky told his cat. Rocky and Bob exited the building and walked the streets, trying to figure out how to get money. "Hey, why don't you fight again Rocky? I'm sure you could get a good amount of money from that." Bob said. "I don't mind sparring in karate class, but I don't want to be famous yet. I just want to do things a normal kid would do." "A normal kid with supernatural powers and a talking cat named Bob." "True. But do you want a mob of reporters following you all time?" "Good point. Well, you could get a job at the meat factory where we trained. Remember how you hit the meat?" "Yep. Didn't need to tenderize it at the butcher shop, did they?" "Well, let's go!" "How about tomorrow Bob? It's getting kinda late." "Good point. Tomorrow is Saturday so we can get there bright and early!" Bob jumped on top of Rocky's head, and Rocky walked to his house on Neptune Circle, as the sun began to set and the moon began to rise. Rocky set Bob down in her bed and walked over to his bed slowly. He closed his eyes and dreamt another dream about fighting Apollo. It was such a great fight. The fury, the rage, the power! Rocky suddenly opened his eyes and it was Six O Clock in the morning. Bob and him ran to the meat factory and talked to the manager about a job. "We need someone to haul the beef, and with cut backs and all it'll only be from week to week." "You've got nothing better for Rocky than hauling beef?" "It's the best I can do." "I'll take the job." "Okay, but before you start you need to answer some questions." "Fine." "What is your name and gender?" "Rocky Pinnicle, Male." "Last place of employment?" "Ummm...that commercial place." "Okay, last question. Do you have a criminal record?" "Nothing worth bragging about." "You're hired." "Yes!" Rocky began hauling the beef, as the ambulance hauled away Apollo Creed's opponents. A kid was invading the heavyweight division, and the natives were losing to the foreign attacker. Apollo's opponents threw punches at him, and the mailman threw bills at Rocky. He began selling his stuff. To make matters worse, Rocky's father and mother got laid off. He was providing everything for the family. He had to sell his computer, and his television. Chad even began looking for work to help out the family. One day, while working, Rocky was called to the manager's desk. "Rocky, I gotta let you go." "What? Why? I've been working hard." "I know you have, but you don't have enough hours in. Seniority." "Can't I just get a cut in pay?" "Sorry. Union Rules. Rocky...I'm sorry." "Me too. Can I finish the day?" "Sure, Rock. Sure." Rocky went over to Taarin's house after he finished working. He was in her basement, throwing punches at her punching bag. She came downstairs and said "How was work?" "I got laid off." "...I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault. It's not my fault either, it was just economics." "Your family needs the money. You'll have to sell the house and move soon if they can't find jobs. Wait. What happened to that million you got when you fought Apollo?" "KB Toys took it. I didn't notice that single sentence in my contract until it was too late." "So what are you gonna do?" "I've been thinking about fighting." "The doctor said you shouldn't fight." "He recommended that I don't fight, and I recommend that I do." "Your eye...you could go blind!" "I gotta put meat on the table." "There are labor laws, Rocky! You shouldn't have to do this!" "I know I shouldn't have to, but I do have to." "I'm sure we can help. P.J., John, Maci, James, and me can give you money from our jobs and our parents can donate money until you get back on your feet!" "Thanks Taarin." Early the next morning, Rocky read the neighbor's newspaper (his family had to cancel their subscription) and saw a painting of "Apollo Creed vs The Pinnicle Pebble". He got angry with this and crumpled it up into a ball. When he went to school, his former fans became full Creed supporters and constantly hassled him about everything, including his situation. Apollo Creed became heavyweight champion of the world. Rocky Pinnicle became the poor kid on the block. He became desperate. But one night, a glimmer of hope entered Rocky's dreams. Goku. "Master Goku!" "Hey Rocky! I hear you've been having troubles." "Master, I've been considering fighting Apollo." "You can't! You'll get killed with that eye of yours!" "I can see fine." "Prove it! Tell me when you see my hand." Goku slowly moved his left hand in front of him. "I see it!" "You see it too late!" said Goku as he slapped Rocky in the face softly. "You couldn't see that coming, and my power was suppressed to the level of an old mans. Creed will take advantage of that and kill ya!" "Then why do you bother returning? Huh? Why! To rub it in?" "I came to tell you not to fight him! If you do, you'll just get yourself killed!" "I don;t care! As long I get paid, I don't give a crap. I'll fight Apollo, with or without your help!" Rocky woke up the next morning with glint in his eyes. He didn't go to church that Sunday. He went over to the local T.V. shop to watch Apollo Creed fight. He won. After the fight there was an interview with Creed. "Look, I know a lot of people want to see me in a rematch with a fella named Rocky Pinnicle." "To be fair, he did retire." "The bum is hiding, the bum is running. He's scared! That's what he is, scared! Just like that dumb cat of his! He's a little scaredy cat!" "Many reporters, myself included, think the match was an even draw." "That's your opinion and you are entitled to it. But this man couldn't last 5 minutes in the ring with a superior athlete like me. The man is running, the man is hiding. Rocky Pinnicle, or whatever your name is, I want the America...no the world to know that I am the true victor and that this so called fighter is nothing compared to me! All you have to do is give me a call. Give me a call Pinnicle." Rocky slowly walked back home, with eyes full of rage and determination. Bob was walking behind him slowly, with the same exact eyes. Except green and smaller, but you know what I mean. Rocky turned around and asked "What are you doing here?" "I say we teach that bum a lesson he'll never forget. What do you say?" "Let's do it." Blinking lights everywhere. Questions from all over the place. And Rocky sitting right next to Creed. "Rocky, what are you going to do with the money?" "Well, gotta pay the rent ya know? A statue for the church, an some of those muppet toys for Taarin, she likes Kermit. Maybe a T.V. and a computer and Snow Cone machine. You like Snow Cones, right P.J.?" Rocky asked as he turned to face P.J. who was eating a Snow Cone. The crowd laughed but Creed didn't. He was quite annoyed. The date for the fight was set. Thanksgiving. The location the same as before. Only this time it would be held in the daytime, with the blue sky overhead. Thus the training began. Apollo trained intensely, jumping right, hitting speed bags, and running on the free way (in the emergency lane, not in the same lane as actual cars.). Rocky however was doing a different kind of speed training. "I feel like a Kentucky Fried Idiot." "Just catch the stupid birdy! If you want to be Apollo, you gotta be a speed demon. You gotta eat lightning and crap thunder!" Rocky chased around the chicken for 5 hours before he actually caught it. His speed was increasing. But he had a big flaw. His eye. "Creed'll be able to tell about your bad eye real quick." Bob said. "Is there any way we can stop him from knowing?" asked Rocky. "I think there is. We could confuse him. What if you fought southpaw against him?" "Southpaw? That's nuts. It has many disadvantages." "But he won't see it coming. If you practice enough you can get around the disadventures." "Disadvantages." "That's what I say, disadventures." Months passed. Yet everyday, Rocky would go to the church and pray. Both Apollo and Rocky endured intense training. Then the day of the fight came. High above the streets of Boston, the fight was about to begin. Rocky was wearing yellow shorts with black trim, while Apollo was mocking Rocky by wearing his old colors. Taarin watched the fight on T.V. from her home, for she was quite sick. She wanted to see the fight, but it was beyond her control to go. However, she had someone to keep her company. Maci. Although he wasn't much company, since he spent most of the time searching her house. Ding! The fight began! Rocky and Apollo slowly moved around each other, scanning their opponent, trying to see how much he improved. They both could tell their adversary had improved a lot, but it was hard to tell how much. They spent the entire round moving around each other, enduring boos from the crowd. "Well that was quite an interesting round! Neither threw a single punch! Let's hope Round 2 has some action! And there's the bell. Apollo is moving in, it looks like he'll start the fight. A right jab to the gut. Another jab. Another jab. And now a left. Another right. A One-Two combo! Pinnicle is taking another beating for the Master of Disaster! Rocky takes a powerful punch from Creed to the head. And there's the bell! End of Round 2!" "Round 3! This time both are charging toward each other. Rocky throws a right to Creed's head. Another right. Another right. And now a right to the gut. Now a right uppercut to the chin. He's alternating between the head and gut. Creed is just standing there! What is going through his mind? Ah, there's the bell. End of this round." "Round 4! Creed moved in on Pinnicle. He goes for a right, but Rocky blocks with his left! He's attacking Creed with his left hand! He's fighting southpaw! This is unexpected. Creed is taking a real beating out there. He's trying to fight back but he can't get an opportunity! Pinnicle won't slow down his assault. He must want that title bad!" It wasn't the title Rocky wanted. He just wanted to win, to go even farther than last time. "And that's the end of that round! This doesn't look good for Apollo Creed. Now for Round 5. Bam! What a block. Creed is blocking Rocky's punches. His arms seem to be glowing! Pinnicle's punches seem to be glowing too! Some of them are getting through Apollo's blocking. OOO! Rocky took a big blow to the head. Dang, Apollo's fist looked like it was on fire! There's the bell! That's the end of this round." The rounds continued on. Rocky would start winning, then Apollo would. Then Rocky, then Apollo. A cycle was going, but the question was which one who break the cycle and fall. Each round seemed like an eternity to the fighters. Each blow seemed like gunshot. And yet they kept fighting. "Round 14! Apollo and Rocky are just plain amazing! They are punching at the same time and they are blocking the other's punches with their own! Sparks are flying! These two look like they've been in a war. Wow! Such skill, it's amazing. It boggles my mind to think about how strong they will be in their prime! That's the end of that round!" "And now for Round 15, the Final Fight. Rocky throws a slow punch at Creed and misses. He's out of energy! Creed throws a sluggish punch at Pinnicle and...Pinnicle is down! Pinnicle is down. But so is Creed! The force of the punch knocked both of them to the ground! If neither gets up, Apollo will automatically win! They're grabbing the ropes. They are struggling but moving up slowly. Will one of them make it up in time? What?! Apollo just fell. He fell back down! And Rocky, he pushed up. He's standing! It has been ten seconds! Rocky Pinnicle wins! He is the new heavyweight champion of the world!" Apollo got up slowly and walked towards Rocky. He held Rocky's arm up in the air and said "Good job, mountain. Good job." The ring was flooded with people. Rocky's family and friends were dancing around him with joy. He asked a reporter for a microphone so he could say something important. "I'd just like to say one thing, to my girlfriend at home," Rocky said, looking at the camera and holding the belt above his head. "Yo Taarin! I did it!" End file.	Rocky, Adventure, Humor	Fanfiction	null	29,885	13,796.1
null	Rocky 1. Penitentiary of the Soviets The Northern Red Star _(The Slaves of Russia)_ _Main CHARACTERS~_ Captain Ivan Drago Ludmilla Vobet Drago Aleksandr Nikolai Plot – An escape from Russia was harder than he thought. He wanted to find a free country, and all of them were in Europe or around the Yellow Sea. Follow Ivan and Ludmilla on their escapade of Russian communist territory after Ivan was captured into slavery after the terrible and dishonorable defeat against Rocky. Point of View – Third Person Omniscient Setting – January 6th, 2010 (Tiksi, Russia), Ninteen Hundred hours Prologue Penitentiary of the Soviets Ivan sat in the cell of the dark institution held under a very high guard of Soviet soldiers. He was alone in this cell for more than three dismal months. The worst thing; the penitentiary had not a single source of heat or cold except for the grueling hours outside of the maximum-security prison, in the midst of summer. To the Russians, the summer was very cold. To Ivan, who cared? He crossed his arms, searching over the small cell. His cell number was not memorable, so he frequently forgot of it. Glancing to the barred windows of the cell that led to the outside, Ivan was remembering the very moment that had gotten him into this penitentiary in the first place. The loss against Rocky Balboa of Pennsylvania, the United States. At the quick sound of one calling his name, his sight was deadlocked on the source of sound. Across the area, that contained seventy other cells in maximum-security, was a young man, about the age of twenty-eight. The name of the young man slipped Ivan's mind, quickly. The taller Russian did not seem to acknowledge the fact that this man was calling to him. So, in turn, he stayed silent. For another fifteen minutes, Ivan sat in unknown silence…until a Soviet soldier came to his cell. _Soldier._ Drago, time for your work to commence. (время для вашей работы, чтобы начаться.) Ivan stood and followed the Soviet soldier as he opened the gate and shut it as quickly. The stone floors were covered in a slick liquid that permitted slipping. He was quickly cuffed as he left the cell to prevent from his attacking. The Soviet soldier was still at a certain risk of being hit to Ivan's jabbing behind the head, even if he cannot move his arms as he could. He passed by a cell and someone was whispering a code in a language other than Russian. This code was in English, which the Soviet soldier did not know the language. _Prisoner._ The code is 'star and sickle'. _Ivan._ Yes. Ivan moved on from his previous spot, and moved like normal. Straightly walking ahead, he acted like he was still the Captain of the Soviet Army. When he stepped into the Warden's office, he was stood in front of two other Soviet soldiers, and the Warden. _Warden._ Sit down, please. (Сядьте, пожалуйста.) Ivan obeyed without another command. _Warden._ Your work is moving you to outside of Tiksi, working under a man with the name Aleksandr Nikolai. You are scheduled to begin working under him as a slave until your days are finished. (Ваша работа перемещает Вас во внешнюю сторону Тикси, работая при человеке с названием Александр Николэй. Вы, как намечают, начнут работать под ним как раб, пока ваши дни не закончены.) Ivan attempted to object to the order, but was swatted down by the hands of the Soviet soldiers from behind. _Warden._ You will begin working with him at six in the morning tomorrow. (Вы начнете работать с ним над шесть утром завтра.) _Ivan._ I object to that! (Я возражаю против этого!) _Warden._ Objection dismissed. (Уволенное возражение.) Ivan still glared at the Warden, who had then stood to the Soviet soldiers. _Warden._ I want you to give him to Aleksandr Nikolai, and do not let him escape. (Я хочу, чтобы Вы дали его Александру Николэю, и не позволили ему убегать.) The soldiers had taken Ivan by his arms and dragged him to the outside of the penitentiary, where the snow was [at the least] two feet deep. There were six others outside, working themselves to the disdainful cold of the outer rim. Ivan had to work on the very edge of the rim, very close to the barb-wire fences and other electrically charged fences. To top that off, there were land mines (the actual explosive mines). He never had spoken to a single person, though he always went asking for a "code" that was to get him out of the penitentiary and closer to freedom. Tiksi was very far from Moscow, so it would take a long time to get back to his home and tell Ludmilla Drago, his own wife. He was only willing, more or less, to get moving. The small faction was in favor of acting normal to keep a low profile. If anyone dared challenge them, they would send Drago, himself, to find a way to annhiliate the evidence of their trail. The name of their small group was yet to be known, but they were letting the leader, Sergei Vladimir, handle the naming on account of popular sovereignty. Each of the members of the group were as follows: _O'ksandr Sokolov_ _Fusik Novikov_ _Gzen' Smirnov_ _Ivan Drago_ _Sergei Vladimir_ Sergei was a General, but became a traitor against the Soviets. Ivan was a Captain of the Red Army, but had failed to defeat Rocky Balboa in the match which made him lose his freedom. Gzen' was a young soldier who was a follower of Sergei, and became a traitor as well. O'ksandr was a fugitive slave of Mikail Fortunatov, a slave driver of Zverevo. Fusik, whose past is vague and marred by tragedy, was once a man who aimed to rule the U.S.S.R. but was thrown out of the eyes of anyone to work as a nobody. From what the small team of slaves knew was that they were etching freedom from this slave driver, Aleksandr Nikolai. As soon as the next morning arrived, Ivan and the small group traveled to the closer city of Tiksi, just along the edge of the Arctic Ocean. As soon as they had awoken, they were very close to the plantation. As Ivan and Sergei had expected, they were in chains. O'ksandr had awoken a moment after they had. _O'ksandr._ Where are we? They were speaking in English, but only was Ivan's broken English. _Sergei._ Just close to Tiksi. Not much longer. Remember what we aim for. If it's a name we want, you should choose. Not me. _O'ksandr._ What kind of name? Name for our group or our escapade? _Sergei._ Either one. I may leading this group, but I am not willing to say something no one else wants. _O'ksandr._ What was it? _Sergei._ 'The Northern Star'. _O'ksandr._ I like that name, but we need a better majority. Drago, what do you think? Ivan kept silent. He stared, straight into oblivion. _Sergei._ I know, you miss your wife. So do I. We have to get over it, we're not going to see them for a long while, Ivan. It's just the facts of the matter at hand. You think we can get out of this easily. Even the Soviets are having a hard time with this fight with the United States. They're fighting for the freedom and return of Russia. _O'ksandr._ …oh, I didn't catch that. What did he say? Oh, right! Nothing! Ivan began to glare at O'ksandr, quite viciously. He seemed ready to attack at any point; he may have been held back by chains, but that strong Russian did not hesitate to attempt to break them. _O'ksandr._ I was only kidding with you. _Sergei._ He does not take well to jokes of any kind, O'ksandr. _O'ksandr._ I think I understand – but he's still inhumanly strong for me. I wouldn't ever want to pick a fight with a mountain that fights back with over one-thousand five-hundred pounds of force behind every single punch. Ivan glared to his right, finding Fusik and Gzen' awake. Sergei salutes them before reverting back to his previous conversation with O'ksandr. As soon as Gzen' had lastly awoken, they had been shipped straight to the plantation from the gates of Tiksi. Once the door to the freezing outside had been opened, three Soviet soldiers had taken Fusik, Gzen', and O'ksandr. Four soldiers had taken Sergei and Ivan, both who were wrassling to get from their grasp. _Sergei._ It's no use, Ivan. We keep fighting, but what can we do, right now? Sergei had given up fighting and was pulled away; Ivan still continued to squirm as the soldiers held him tighter. _Soldier._ This one is a bit rambunctious. (Это один немного раздражительным.) _Sargent._ Tranquilize him. (Успокоить его.) _Soldier._ Yes, Sir. (Да, Сэр.) The Soviet soldier had removed a syringe from a medipack and injected the substance into Ivan's bloodstream through one of his seen veins. First he began to lose his consciousness, very slowly, then became somewhat dizzy. After four seconds, flat, Ivan went unconscious. _Soldier._ It does not take much to fell the tower, does it? (Не требуется, много к упало башня, не так ли?) Once Ivan had awoken, Sergei was unconscious and right next to him. A young nurse, the age of 20, possibly, was working with Sergei. She was the only other person in the room besides Ivan and Sergei. _Valentina._ Do you speak English? My name is Valentina. (Вы говорите на английском языке?) Ivan did not speak. _Valentina._ I am not going to attack you. I am here the same reason you are; I was captured by Aleksandr and he put me as a slave nurse. He said that no slave should stop working because he is bleeding or bruised. I want to get out of here, like you do. When he was awake, Sergei told me everything about his team's escapade. He said 'Ivan Drago is a part of it'. I remember your fight with Rocky and Apollo. The male Russian still refused to say a single word. _Valentina._ He also mentioned how you miss your wife. He wanted me to tell you that you will get to see her soon, once we can get out. He also told me that you never answered with your vote on a name for Sergei's team. Did 'the Northern Star' work, at all, for you? He shrugged. Valentina shook her head. _Valentina._ You don't? It makes no sense, does it? What do you think the name should be, then? _Ivan._ Do not care for any. _Valentina._ My, you don't care at all? …you just want to see your wife, right? Go on. Try it without a team. See how far you can get without one. Ivan crossed his arms and stared away. _Valentina._ You are very stubborn, aren't you, Mr. Drago? Ivan scoffed. _Valentina._ Come now, you shouldn't be that stubborn. Should I tell Mr. Vladimir that you are not going to partake in this event? The masculine Russian attempted to stand, but he remained dizzy and unstable. _Valentina._ Oh, you are very clumsy. Were you tranquilized? I will have to treat that with care. She approached Ivan, but he quickly moved away. _Valentina._ This is very bizzarre. You seem strong-minded and stubborn, but you're just as shy as I am. _Ivan._ No. Ivan stood completely straight, and grabbed at Valentina by her neck. _Ivan._ I act for me. For me! He lifted her into the air, but was whipped from behind. He fell forward. That whip belonged to Aleksandr Nikolai, himself. _Aleksandr._ So high up, yet so low. Take him to the Well. Let him rot until he wakes. (Так высоко, но так низко. Возьмите его к колодцу. Пусть он гнить, пока он не проснется.) _Valentina._ No. (Количество.) _Aleksandr._ Do it, I say. That is an order. (Сделайте это, говорю я. То есть порядка.) _Valentina._ I said, 'No'. (Я сказал: "Нет".) Aleksandr pulled out a high-calibrated Desert Eagle from his belt. He held it to her forehead. _Aleksandr._ Say 'No' again, and I will blast the brain cells right out of your puny head. ("Нет" Скажи еще раз, и я буду взрыва клетки мозга прямо из вашего тщедушного головой.) She did as she was told, picking up Ivan and taking him outside to the Well of the Plantation. Aleksandr followed her with his Desert Eagle pointed straight to her head. She had regretted throwing him inside of the Well, but it was Nikolai's straight orders. _Aleksandr._ Good. Now shut the Well Gate. (Хорошо. Теперь закрыть Ну ворот.) Valentina had, reluctantly, shut the gate. Aleksandr remained pointing the Desert Eagle to her forehead as she walked back into the plantation's home. _Aleksandr._ We will have issues with him if he lets up, not. (Мы будем иметь проблемы с ним, если он ослабевает, а не.) _Valentina._ He might look cold and demeaning to you, but he's certainly regretting the things he had done to get into this postion. He was feeling guilty for the events that took place in Moscow. He just wants to see his wife. (Он может выглядеть холодным и унизительно для вас, но он, безусловно, сожалея, что он сделал, чтобы попасть в эту позицию. Он был чувство вины за события, имевшие место в Москве. Он просто хочет, чтобы его жена.) _Aleksandr._ He will learn to live without her and forget every inch of her being. From now on, I am his disciplinary family Miss Valentina? (Он будет учиться жить без нее и забыл каждый сантиметр ее бытия. С этого момента, я его дисциплинарной семьи Мисс Валентина?) She nods, hesitantly. _Aleksandr._ Good, we have come to terms. When Sir Vladimir awakens, have him come to see me. (Хорошо, мы пришли к соглашению. Когда сэр Владимир просыпается, у него ко мне.) _Valentina._ Yes…, Sir. (Да ..., сэр.) _Aleksandr._ What was that? (Что это было?) _Valentina._ …yes, Sir! (... Да, сэр!) _Aleksandr._ Good enough. Now then, off you go. (Этого вполне достаточно. Ну, ступай.) Aleksandr and Valentina parted to their original placements in the plantation. As soon as Valentina stepped back into the room, Sergei was standing before her in his General's uniform. _Valentina._ Where did you get that? _Sergei._ Had it with me. Not sure how it got here without a single person noticing. Now then…where's Ivan? _Valentina._ He had to be put in the Well because he strangled me. _Sergei._ He's strange, that man. What's into his mind, I don't know. All I know is that he just wants to see his wife. Ludmilla crossed her arms as she sat at the dinner table, alone. It had already been three months since he left for prison. She had no clue he had been sent to a slavery plantation, even farther away from Moscow. She was reading over several documents and reading them as carefully as possible. It almost slipped by her ears, the news on television. It was about the massive transfer of inmates from the Prison of Noril'sk to Tiksi. Among them was a list of who was removed. She etched closer to hear the news reporter call the names, from each name to the man they were given to. _Reporter._ These seven men were few among the ones given to driver of slaves, Mikail Fortunatov: Igor Alekseev Isaak Vladimir Jarik Alexandrov Ian Demidov Javor Andreev Holach Nikitin Jheros Egorov And the five men next were among the ones given to the driver of slaves, Aleksandr Nikolai: O'ksandr Sokolov Fusik Novikov Gzen' Smirnov Sergei Vladimir Ivan Drago The next six men were among another fourteen given to the driver of slaves, Feliks Arsov-: She cut the television off as quickly as possible. Ludmilla had then realized how far away Ivan was now. It would be disheartening if you knew that your husband was being transferred to a place much farther that before, furthermore, to a place that was a slave plantation controlled by an uncivil man whose Desert Eagle does the talking for him. As Ludmilla had set the documents down, she stood and left for the outside a single moment. _Ludmilla._ He is not safe where he is. I must see him. (Он не является безопасным, где он. Я должен его видеть.) After a flight straight to Noril'sk, she was told that Ivan Drago was among the five sent to Tiksi, which was over four hundred miles farther than Moscow was to Noril'sk. She then traveled to the city of Tiksi, just along the edge of the Laptev Sea. At the very edge of the city was the plantation owned by the uncivil Aleksandr Nikolai and his untrusty pistol, the Desert Eagle Unsilenced. Ludmilla had struggled to attempt getting into the plantation gates, but Nikolai showed himself behind her. _Aleksandr._ This is private property, Madame. Would you please step off? (Это частная собственность, ваше величество. Не могли бы вы сходить?) _Ludmilla._ Not without seeing my husband, first. (Не, не видя мой муж, в первую очередь.) _Aleksandr._ Your name? (Ваше имя?) _Ludmilla._ Ludmilla Vobet* Drago. (Людмила Драго.) _Aleksandr._ Related to? (, Относящиеся к?) _Ludmilla._ The only Ivan Drago on the face of Russia! (Только Иван Драго на лицо России!) _Aleksandr._ You are not exactly realistic, are you, Madame? …no, you may not see Ivan Drago. He is rotting in the Well, and therefore, there is no need to see his decomposition. (Вы не совсем реалистично, вы, мадам? ... Нет, вы не можете увидеть Ивана Драго. Он гниет в Ну, и, следовательно, нет необходимости, чтобы увидеть его разложения.) _Ludmilla._ Madman! (Сумасшедшего!) _Aleksandr._ I beg to differ, Madame Drago. (Я позволю себе не согласиться, мадам Драго.) Aleksandr pulled out his Desert Eagle, but Ludmilla disarmed him and pointed his own weapon at his forehead. _Aleksandr._ The gates are shut, Drago, there is nothing I can do— (Ворота закрыты, Драго, я ничего не можете сделать-) She pushed the Desert Eagle into his forehead, even further. _Ludmilla._ Let me see my husband, or I will tear through your forehead with one thousand pounds of pressure in each bullet of this…- (Дай мне увидеть моего мужа, или я буду рвать через лоб с тысячей фунтов давления в каждой пули этого ... -) _Aleksandr._ Desert Eagle.* (?) _Ludmilla._ This will blow your brains to the other side of this gate! (Это будет удар ваш мозг к другой стороне этих ворот!) _Aleksandr._ Alright, fine. You want to see him? Go right ahead, Drago. Open the Gate of the Well. (Хорошо, хорошо. Вы хотите его видеть? Идите прямо вперед, Драго. Открыть ворота Ну.) Still positioning the gun to the uncivil slave driver's forehead, she yelled through the barred fence of the plantation's boundaries. _Ludmilla._ Ivan Drago! (Иван Драго!) _Aleksandr._ The Well is soundproof. You cannot penetrate through with your shrill voice. (Благо звукоизоляцией. Вы не можете проникнуть через с пронзительным голосом.) Ludmilla almost pressed on the trigger, but avoided the kill. She bolted into the plantation's gates, but was caught by bodyguards of Nikolai. They removed her quickly and locked the gates to prevent her from re-entering. _Ludmilla._ Ivan! …Ivan, some day…you shall be set free. The Soviet Union will pay for their misjudgment of my husband. (Иван! ... Иван, когда-нибудь ... Вы должны быть освобождены. Советский Союз будет платить за их неправильной оценкой моего мужа.) She turned away, but one of the slaves at the fence bars had gotten her attention. She quickly turned back and snapped at him. _Ludmilla._ What is the meaning of— (Что это значит-) _O'ksandr._ Do you speak any English? Are you Ivan's wife? _Ludmilla._ Yes, but why— _O'ksandr._ Then you can help. We're trying to escape this dingy place in a few days, keep a low profile, and get out of the U.S.S.R. . He was whispering for a few seconds before 'Gzen had poked him at his shoulder. '_Gzen._ If Ivan ever gets out of that Well place…we better remember when it's time. Sergei's our leader, though, remember? _O'ksandr._ Yeah, he calls the shots. _Ludmilla._ Sergei? Sergei Vladimir? The one who betrayed the Soviet Union in an attempt to escape? _O'ksandr._ Yeah, that one. He's the man with the plan. Mr. Drago's second in command, but if you ask me…something's not right about the guy. He's not in his right mind. After that fight with Rocky Balboa, he's been silent if he's been asked anything about it, or he just gets so mad. '_Gzen._ I'm not sure I trust the guy, either. He sounds evil, but he also sounds really disoriented. _Ludmilla._ He is not disoriented, nor is he evil-minded. He is not a killer, but a professional fighter. _O'ksandr._ Well, now he's a professional nothing. _Ludmilla._ Never make any deal of Ivan! He does not like it if you insult him. _O'ksandr._ Yeah, he took it seriously when I was telling him that you weren't here to comfort him. Probably something about being really protective over you, you know. I mean, I was telling him earlier and he tried to kill me. _Ludmilla._ Never doubt him. Ludmilla kept on her feet as another of the slaves stepped to the fence. '_Gzen._ That's Fusik. He's working with us. He's configuring the path. He attempted to become the facist dictator of Russia, but was cheating on the account of lying to seek more authority. Fusik glared at 'Gzen, just as he was staring back. '_Gzen._ It's true, isn't it? Fusik's arms were crossed. _Fusik._ He is dead wrong. I was an undercover agent of the United States that was born in Russia, working to be the dictator to change Russia into a commonwealth democracy. _Ludmilla._ Fusik Novikov. _Fusik._ Indeed, I am. _O'ksandr._ Yeah, we've heard of you before we met you, in person. Kind of like Ivan Drago and Sergei Vladimir. One's a captain, the other's a general. _Ludmilla._ We know that. '_Gzen._ …well, it's best you get out of here before Aleksandr gets his Desert Eagle and kills everyone. Ivan's already in severe danger. During the time the four were in conversation, within the Well was complete darkness. As soon as Ivan had awoken, he had found he was not in the infirmary, but in a dingy shed that was more than what looked like a simple outhouse. There was very limited light in the Well, but he was able to see as if it was the early evening. He stood, staggering slightly and minorly, but had the top of his head hit by the bottom of a shelf. He bent down under the shelf and walked through, noting the limited light seeping through cracks in the door. Just before he had begun to walk about the Well, a sound came from the door opening. Only a silhouette was seen at first, but the gun being held was immediately distinguishing the person to be Aleksandr Nikolai. Strangely enough, the Desert Eagle held actually happened to be a Dragunov, which is why Ivan Drago was quickly found despite the darkness of the dank Well. _Aleksandr._ Outside. _Ivan._ … Ivan remained put, which Aleksandr immediately placed the mouth of the Dragunov up to his forehead. _Aleksandr._ Out. To work with you. Your petty friends have no right to speak of you, Drago. Worthless, you are. Idiot. Nothing more than sheer idiocy that are your brain cells. Ivan began to glare, his pupils very small. This had Aleksandr remain unfazed. As the uncivil Russian had pushed the Dragunov further into the blond Russian's head, Ivan had taken Aleksandr by the throat and threw him far, a very good seventeen feet. Despite the size of the two, it was a simple throw. Aleksandr stood as quickly as he fallen, and called guards. _Aleksandr._ Seize Drago, place him in your worst possible position, effective immediately. (Схватить Драго, место его в худшее положение, в силу немедленно.) _Soldier._ Yes, Sir! (Да, сэр!) Three soldiers had attempted to pick up Drago, but he wrassled out of their grasp and had began bolting out of the Well. As he made an attempted escape, three other guards managed to take a hold of him before he reached Fusik, O'ksandr, 'Gzen, and Ivan's wife. His cries of anguish were heard, though, and Ludmilla was joyed to hear him at all. _Ludmilla._ Ivan Drago! (Иван Драго!) From a somewhat long distance, Ivan had heard Ludmilla calling his name. _Ivan._ Ludmilla! (Людмила!) Ivan had become furious to his attempts at escaping the hands of the soldiers, but it was no use. He was currently being carried to an unknown place, beyond the futile reach of the small team Sergei compiled. Once she had noted he was being taken away, she had undertaken the aim of getting into the gate and getting him out of there, but her short-winded attempt had failed to even fly from the ground. The three other men had run after the soldiers to let him go, but had been whipped by Aleksandr, who was still holding his Dragunov in one hand. Fusik was the only one still standing beyond them. He had continued to run until he met up with the soldiers. After beating down two of them, O'ksandr and 'Gzen were tackling Aleksandr while Fusik continued to attack the last soldier. Ivan managed to wrassle from the soldier's grasp and have a hand at dismembering the soldier. From behind was the sounds of struggling, then two THUDs being heard. There was the sound of a Dragunov being reloaded, just at the back of his head. _Aleksandr._ Let us come to terms, nicely. You do as I say, and I will not kill them. Is that clear, Drago? Drago stood for a moment, before quickly turning and disarming Aleksandr by aiming to break his wrist first. He had succeeded on stealing the Dragunov, but Aleksandr had counter-disarmed Ivan and had hit him on the back of his head. He had fallen to the ground. _Ludmilla._ Ivan! (Иван!) _~End of first chapter~_ ___1 __"Vobet" is not in the present translation, so the name is not included in the translation of "Ludmilla Vobet Drago"._ ___2__ "Desert Eagle" is not in the present translation, so the name is not included in the translation of Aleksandr's correction, which is then replaced by a question mark._ 2. First Escapade The Northern Red Star _(The Slaves of Russia)_ _Main CHARACTERS~_ Captain Ivan Drago Ludmilla Vobet Drago Aleksandr Nikolai Plot – An escape from Russia was harder than he thought. He wanted to find a free country, and all of them were in Europe or around the Yellow Sea. Follow Ivan and Ludmilla on their escapade of Russian communist territory after Ivan was captured into slavery after the terrible and dishonorable defeat against Rocky. Point of View – Third Person Omniscient Setting – January 11th, 1989 (Tiksi, Russia), Ninteen Hundred hours Chapter I _First Escapade_ Upon seeing Ivan go down five days ago, she wondered if he was alright at all. It was not like him to go down so easily, but Ivan Drago would never give up. Strangely enough, though Aleksandr Nikolai was in the Red Army as Drago was, the two did not know each other at all…unless there is a missing link in a certain gap never melded together. Ludmilla was sitting at a vanity in her room, reading over other documents as she ignored the radio. Just as she had been reading over the documents for another predicament coming along within the Soviet Union, she had read over the second article, detailing on a demotion of Ivan Drago. She continued to read, busily, over the document, every single word that was written down. There was nothing she despised more than someone placing her husband's life in severe danger. Specifically one named Aleksandr Nikolai, the most lethal Soviet in the U.S.S.R., known for his weapons such as the Desert Eagle and Dragunov. Even though she was through awaiting for Ivan to begin an escapade, it was not possible to hurry unless Sergei was already on his way with the Northern Star. But even an escapade was not going to be simple, knowing the entire Soviet Union was after them. Sergei had glanced to Ivan as they had been working in the fields covered in snow, their job was to harvest...which was the most grueling job in the plantation because it was the dead of Winter, and nothing was ever growing. There were only few others within the fields, but the ones that mattered were Ivan and Sergei. _Sergei._ If I had a wife, we would both be worried. I am sure you were shy about us, at first, but we are in this together, and we will be out of this. Ivan moaned, but continued to work. As he kneeled down to his knees, he searched high and low for the starch he was looking for. _Sergei._ I lost my wife to the Soviets. I owe my life to freedom to work against them. I felt you were asking for the same goal; self freedom from this nightmare. You are lucky, your wife is still alive. Mine died because of the Soviets. The blond Russian glared to Sergei, but then faced the plants he was still looking through. _Sergei._ You miss her, do you not? Do not worry, Drago, you will see her. I can promise you that. Tomorrow is our escape. _Ivan._ It has no boundary. _Sergei._ Surely, it has some. O'ksandr is currently coming up with the plans to make it perfect. Gzen' is who makes the trail we follow. Fusik is calculating. I am the leader, currently deviating a plan to follow and the symbols to watch for. Sure, I may not be an abolitionist, but we are a team of anti-Soviet-slavery. Ivan glares. _Sergei._ You…have not thought that one out, yet. …you could be a disguise artist. Ivan turned, continuing to glare as evil as he was. _Sergei._ …you do what you want. Fine. Just make sure everyone is safe, that is all. You are worried about your life and your own semi-family. At the night of January 11th, the five men were sitting in their room, deviating over their plan. Ivan was the only one to be caught up in another predicament. _O'ksandr._ In order to escape, it has to be a time that not a single man is awake here. The other slaves would report us if they had seen us, so we need to escape in the dead of night when nothing is astir. _Fusik._ If they do? _O'ksandr._ Make a break for it, run as fast as possible until you are out of sight. If Nikolai contacts the Soviet Union's dictator, which is supposedly Gorbachev as we know, then the entire U.S.S.R. is after us. We strive for freedom. _Gzen'._ If we find the people giving us symbols, we need to devise disguises. I haven't come up with any, yet. The trail is being mapped, as we speak. _Sergei._ I do not see you doing it. _Gzen'._ Remember Valentina? She is creating the map. She is coming along with us, right? _Sergei._ Yes, but why is she creating the map? _Gzen'._ She can draw the Soviet Union really well. _O'ksandr._ Nevertheless, if we try using a map…others will find it and use the trail to track us down. _Gzen'._ I didn't say we weren't supposed to take it with us, did I? How do you think we are going to get around without a map? _Fusik._ Feeble minded. O'ksandr, remember…when we finally break out of here, we will have to find the trail to follow. _Sergei._ Fusik is, certainly, right. …Drago, you have been terrifyingly silent. Ivan simply glared at the four and turned away. _Sergei._ You have been like that since the morning time. What are you implying? The blond-haired Russian remained silent as a rock. _Sergei._ You will have to speak to us, sometime. Your wife is not here to translate for you, right now. _O'ksandr._ Where is she? Somewhere far away? Not making much by doing something that's not possible— Ivan bolted to O'ksandr and held him by his neck. _Sergei._ Ivan, stop this at once! (Иван, остановите это сразу!) He let go, by strange odds to a point. _Sergei._ There you go. (Там Вы идете.) Sergei stood, towering above the others with his intimidating height. The only one still taller than Sergei Vladimir, in that very room, was Ivan Drago. _Sergei._ Well, I know who is on your mind, right now, Drago. I can see that beyond many other things. (Ну, я знаю, кто на ваш взгляд, сейчас, Драго. Я вижу, что, помимо многих других вещей.) _Fusik._ Among others, Sergei. (В частности, Сергей.) There was a short moment of silence, before Gzen' spoke. _Gzen'._ When's the plan going into action, Sergio? _Sergei._ Sergei is my name! And you might want to ask Fusik. _Fusik._ At the time that most are asleep. Most likely three in the morning. _Gzen', O'ksandr._ Three? Why? _Fusik._ That was what I was told. _O'ksandr._ By who? _Fusik._ Valentina. _Gzen'._ What time is it, now? _Sergei._ Eleven PM. _O'ksandr._ In the US, we would've left by now. _Gzen'._ Oh, Sergei. You said we would decide a name for our team. What was it? _Sergei._ Remember how I mentioned 'popular sovereignty'? We choose a name, and we go with it. 'The Northern Star' was my choice. _O'ksandr._ How about 'the Siberian Faction'? _Fusik._ The names are both original, but something is telling me we should go with 'the Northern Star'…unless Gzen' can figure a new name. _Gzen'._ I like 'the Northern Star'. But I also like 'the Siberian Faction', too. _Sergei._ …Ivan? You? (... Иван? Вы?) _Ivan._ 'The Northern Red Star'. We remain Soviets until we are out of the U.S.S.R. and into any freedom. ("Северная Красная звезда". Мы по-прежнему Советов пока мы не вышли из СССР и в любой свободы.) _Sergei._ 'The Northern Red Star'? Very good. ("Северная Красная звезда"? Очень хорошо.) _Fusik._ Remind yourself that if they find a Soviet-like name, with the inclusion of 'red star', then they…will…Ivan Drago, you are a genius! (Напомните себе, что если они найдут советско-как имя, с включением "Красная звезда", то они ... будут ... Иван Драго, ты гений!) Fusik attempted to embrace Ivan, but Sergei pulled him away. _Sergei._ Not going to happen. He is going to strangle you, Fusik. _Fusik._ My apologies. Fusik resettled himself, then sat back down along with Sergei. _O'ksandr._ Now, the only problem. …how're we going to get out of here? _Sergei._ Anything, Gzen'? _Gzen'._ It's a work in progress. _Fusik._ We have no time left, Gzen'. Think of something, or we can't get out of here. Gzen' sat in a normal thinking position, then glancing to Fusik, then to Sergei. _Gzen'._ We have to get Miss Novikov's help to finish the map, first. _Sergei._ 'Novikov'? _Fusik._ Er…Valentina. _O'ksandr._ Are you two related? _Fusik._ You could say that… . Fusik glanced to Sergei. _Fusik._ You knew, Sergei, did you not? _Sergei._ You may say that, Fusik, but that the fact you are related is nothing new to me that is astounding or worthy of gasp. Sergei paused a moment before continuing. _Sergei._ Valentina said she was going to join us, but that she would give a distraction to keep Aleksandr away from our escapade so that we could get out of here. …that is, if he is awake. Fusik crossed his arms, then lied down on the mattress. Sergei settled against the wall, O'ksandr and Gzen' lying down and covering themselves with a torn blanket. Each of them had a different mattress, and Ivan was sitting in the loft of the room, with a mattress upon this loft, but he was still able to speak to them in his normal pitch. _Fusik._ What I find interesting is that something like this had happened. Some place, in Moscow, is said to have a trail that leads into Ukraine. I find that a very long trail. _Ivan._ In my home, there is such trail. Leads from Moscow. _O'ksandr._ How do you know that? Do you think we'd believe that? _Sergei._ Whoever lives at the manor on 1753 Red Star Boulevard has that trail leading from under that home. I would not be surprised if Ivan was telling the truth. _Gzen'._ I wish I lived there, but a boxer and his swimming champion of a wife live in that place. Ivan glances at Gzen' with a single eyebrow cocked, his arms still cocked. _Sergei._ Ivan…? He then glances to Sergei, sitting up. _Sergei._ Is it true that you live there? The blond Russian nods, then crossing his legs. _Sergei._ Ludmilla Drago is a gold medalist swimmer, is she not? _Ivan. _She is. _Sergei._ Get her to help us, if you can. As of now, we should get to some rest before our escapade finally begins. Sergei lies down, along with Fusik. Ivan remains sitting up, but then falls to the mattress. Gzen' and O'ksandr attempt to rest, along with Sergei and Fusik. At three AM, on the dot, a silhouette appears in darkness and whispers the name: _Silhouette_. Sergei… . (Сергей ...) Sergei sat up and attempted to find his Uzi, remembering he was not home to actually get it. _Sergei._ Who speaks before me? (Кто говорит, прежде чем мне?) _Silhouette._ Valentina. _Sergei._ Is it that time? Are we ready? _Valentina._ Yes, Sir. All set. Let's get everyone awake. Sergei stood and turned on a lamp, swerving on his feet to shake O'ksandr to awaken him. _O'ksandr._ Awake and reporting for duty, Sir. _Sergei._ Good man. Awaken Fusik. _O'ksandr._ Yes, Sir. O'ksandr walked to awaken Fusik as Valentina woke Gzen'. _Fusik._ Awake and reporting for duty, Sir. _Sergei._ Very good, Novikov. Are we set? _Gzen'._ What about Ivan, Sergei? _Sergei._ Since you asked, go wake him. _Gzen'._ Really? _Sergei._ Only kidding. I will. Sergei walked further to the loft and had shook Ivan as he stepped toward him. _Sergei._ Ivan, wake. (Иван, после.) On cue, Ivan stood as fast as humans could possibly. He bowed his head, then lifted back up with the nod and consent of Sergei. _Sergei._ Good. Everyone is awake. Are we set, Men? Ivan followed into the line of the others, fronted by Sergei. _Sergei._ Never have I seen such well-mannered men…especially you, Fusik. _Valentina._ Ahem! _Sergei._ …and women. _Valentina._ Thank you. So, I have the map. What else do we need to do? _O'ksandr._ Just get out of here; that's our next objective. _Sergei._ Good, we are on our toes. Gzen', trail, please. _Gzen'._ Yes, Sir. As we leave, we will head into Tiksi wearing disguises, just in case people see us. _Fusik._ Remember, there is a curfue. We will have to escape in an underground passage. _Valentina._ The only passage here is in the Well…and we know how close that is to Aleksandr's Chamber. _O'ksandr._ Keep on your toes. Sergei turned, pointing toward the door. _Sergei._ Onward. _Fusik._ How about the window? The door will be locked; any others will hear us, anyway. _Gzen'._ Can we get through? It's a little small. _Fusik._ That is the only way. _Valentina._ Come on, get moving. _Sergei._ Valentina goes through first, then Fusik, and I go through last. _Gzen'._ Middle order? _O'ksandr._ The middle order's as important as the first and last order. _Sergei._ sigh The Gzen' and O'ksandr. Ivan stomps a foot, lightly to not be heard by others who could possibly hear them conversing. _Sergei._ Then Ivan…, just before me. Now are we ready? Everyone, with the exception of Ivan and himself, had nodded. _Sergei._ Good. Valentina was through the window, then getting Fusik out of the window to the other side. _Fusik._ Gzen', quickly. Gzen' and O'ksandr, one after the other, had climbed through the window and made it to the other side. _Sergei._ We might have to make an exception for you, Ivan. You are larger, taller, and much more muscular than the rest of us. But Ivan had leaped through the small window without a hitch. _Sergei._ Uh…I stand corrected. _Valentina, Fusik._ Sergei, hurry. Sergei climbed up to the window and crawled through to reach the other side. As they saw, nothing was lit. The moonlight was shunned by the clouds of the dark sky, so no light reached the surface. It was very hard to see at all, but they were able to maneuver quickly. Ivan followed the others, crawling along the ground in case he could have been seen, at all. To everyone else, they thought he was crazy. _O'ksandr._ Ivan, can you stand up? You're humiliating yourself. Ivan refused to stand. _Fusik._ Ivan is not going to listen to you, for he is being as brilliant as he is. Crawling, he will evade sight from anyone searching for escaped slaves. Footsteps trailed behind them, soon a flashlight…or was it the lighted scope of a Dragunov? _Aleksandr._ And where do you think you are going? _Sergei._ …uh…break for it. The entire group had run, but Ivan remained crawling. He was not even seen, just as he stood as fast as he was crawling. Ivan disarmed Aleksandr and beat him on the back of his head. _Fusik._ Nice, Ivan, but we have to get moving. Ivan kept the Dragunov with him, and continued to run. Aleksandr, like a machine, had stood with them now lost in his sights. He notified others as quickly as possible. …it was now a race against the Soviets for escaped slaves. The U.S.S.R. was right on their tail. Just as they entered the Well and dropped below, they had kept on moving attempting to run without the radar on them. _Gzen'._ According to the map, this trail leads straight into Tiksi. Another ten meters and we land under the home of Viski Sardanov. _Sergei._ Male or female? _Gzen'._ Female; thank you for the information, Fusik and Valentina. _Fusik._ Old family friend. She knows we are coming for her. _Valentina._ She is very kind. She made us a lot of sugar treats when we were very young. As soon as they found the correct door into the home of Viski, Sergei knocked on the door from below. Just as soon as someone had unlocked it, the shadow almost screamed. Turning on a light, she noticed it was the six. _Viski._ Password? _Fusik, Valentina._ 'Star and sickle'. _Viski._ Fusik, Valentina? It is you! Welcome to my home, again. She smiled, heartwarmingly. She shook Fusik and Valentina's hands simultaniously, then Sergei stepped forward. _Viski._ You must be Sergei Vladimir, I've been wanting to meet you. Your reputation is highly known everywhere I go. Sergei nodded. _Sergei._ Yes, I am. General Sergei Oktinov Vladimir. _Viski._ Wonderful! She clasped her hands together. _Viski._ And you are O'ksandr and Gzen', right? Weren't you slaves before, though? _O'ksandr._ We're childhood friends who got caught and taken to an institute because they thought we were carrying bombs into school. It was actually computer chips for our Computing class. We weren't slaves…but one of the two of us was a fugitive. _Viski._ Interesting. You can tell more about it soon. O'ksandr and Gzen' stepped to Sergei and waited. _Viski._ Now…who might you be? _Ivan._ … _Viski._ Guessing you're shy. _Sergei._ He's wanting to see his wife. _Viski._ Hm… . I couldn't remedy that. I don't have a husband of my own. _Sergei._ Really? Is that not a shame? I have no wife. The Soviets stole her and killed her…just so they could get to me. _Viski._ That's sad. …well, just get settled while I try to get Mr. … _Sergei._ Me? _Viski._ No, the taller one. _Sergei._ Oh, that's Ivan Drago. Viski gasped quickly. _Viski._ Ivan Drago? THE Ivan Drago? Who fought Rocky Balboa in that amazing match in Moscow? _Fusik._ That's the one. _Valentina._ Really famous, that one is. He might have strangled me, but he had a good reason. _Viski._ …you strangled her? Ivan glared, his diminutive pupils piercing into her. _Viski. _Okay, I know you and I will probably have issues; apparently you just want to go home. _Sergei._ …he might be silent, but he speaks some of the time. He just does not want to talk right now, Viski. He will talk in Russian, though. _Viski._ Can't speak much English, can you? Probably broken, if you can. _Gzen'._ Didn't you see the fight on television? He can talk, but he can't talk much. _O'ksandr._ He's silent, most of the time. Like an owl, he can see a lot. _Fusik._ It is true that he does speak…but yes, it is broken. _Valentina._ Don't talk about him right now. _Viski._ Okay, you can get settled in while I try to give some voice in Drago. _O'ksandr._ Good luck with that. Sergei and the others left to find their place in Viski's large home. Viski then took Ivan to her dinner table and faced him towards her at her opposite. _Viski._ Are you having trouble? _Ivan._ … _Viski._ I guess talking in Russian is a better idea… . Ivan stared at her, his eyes still not blinking. _Viski._ Are you alright? Do you miss your wife? (Ты в порядке? Вы скучаете по вашей жены?) _Ivan._ … . ( … .) _Viski._ Can I get you to speak at all? (Могу ли я вам говорить на всех?) Ivan remained silent, just as Sergei stepped into the dining room and found Viski trying to converse with the blond Russian. _Sergei._ Ivan, we know you miss Ludmilla. You will see her. I promise you will. (Иван, мы знаем, вы не пропустите Людмила. Вы увидите ее. Я обещаю вам.) Ivan glanced to his left and crossed his arms, then glancing down for a moment after. _Sergei._ It will not be long. (Он не будет долго.) Sergei placed a hand on Ivan's shoulder, but the taller Russian stood immediately and edged back. _Sergei._ Upon being very shy, he despises being touched. _Viski._ glances to Ivan, then back to Sergei I can see that. Ivan turned and attempted to leave while Viski took a hold on his arm. _Viski._ Do not just leave yet. I want you to stay with me for a moment. (Не просто оставить себе. Я хочу, чтобы ты останься со мной на минуту.) Sergei stepped back, then had turned and left the room. _Viski._ Try to talk to me for once. I always wanted to meet you, and all I get is a cold stare. (Попробуйте поговорить со мной на этот раз. Я всегда хотел познакомиться с вами, и все, что я получаю холодный взгляд.) Ivan remained glaring at her, unblinking, wherever she had moved to, in the room. It was strange, but he stayed like that for several moments until Viski attempted to break the 'fourth wall' with him. _Viski._ Talk to me as if I was your wife. (Поговори со мной, как если бы я была вашей женой.) _Ivan._ No. You are not Ludmilla, nor will you ever be. (Нет, Вы не Людмила, ни вы никогда не будет.) _Viski._ You…talked. …but why do you have to be so harsh to me? What did I do? (Вы говорили ... ... Но почему вы должны быть настолько жесткими, чтобы меня? Что я сделал?) _Ivan._ You do not matter. No one to me. (Вы не имеют значения. Никто не для меня.) Viski crossed her arms and stared at Ivan, but his glare continued to pierce into her. _Viski._ Please. Can we get along? I think you're the best boxer in history, and you shove me off a mountain like a rock slide. Ivan glared cynically to Viski, just before Valentina stepped in and separated them. _Valentina._ Viski, he does not like being here. Just give him a break, please. _Viski._ …glances back to Ivan…we will get along. Understand? He crossed his arms and disappeared from the room without a word, without a single glance, without a sound. _Viski._ nods What's got him so stuck up? Viski turned to find Fusik and Valentina just in front of him. _Fusik._ How long have you been awake, Viski? _Viski._ Woke up twenty minutes ago, when I received word from someone that you were coming, now. _Valentina._ Who? _Viski._ You wouldn't believe this, but a man outside said he heard noises coming from under the ground. He suspected it was your faction. _Valentina._ Isn't there a curfue? _Viski._ That man didn't seem to think so. Viski and Valentina had sat the edge of a brightly colored settee, seeing Fusik at the table with his arms crossed. _Fusik._ Very interesting, indeed. When we get up, is there some way we can get to the next city? It will be taking a while to get to Moscow. _Valentina._ There are no underground paths from here. To reach the next city, we will have to travel under disguise. _Viski._ Is that Gzen' 's work? _Valentina._ We have to trust that Ivan Drago knows exactly what he is doing. _Fusik._ Speaking of which, I need to see if Ivan is still carrying that Dragunov. _Viski._ Where'd he get that from? _Fusik._ Stole it. From Aleksandr Nikolai. Ivan is really quite brilliant when it comes military technology. Have you ever seen him on the news? _Viski._ No. I've only seen him in the boxing match. _Fusik._ That one has a lot of brains. I'd love to fight with him, one day, in the battle for freedom. _Valentina._ There he goes, talking about a battle of freedom, again. _Fusik._ Valentina! _Valentina._ It's true, Fusik. You do. As though a man had once said that the Soviets kept their men behind a wall with machine guns, Ivan was listening to the three from behind a wall, still carrying the Dragunov. He turned away and disappeared. _Fusik._ Did anyone hear anything? _Valentina._ No. Maybe you were hallucinating, Fusik. _Fusik._ I can sware I heard something. _Viski._ Nothing to think about, now. Try to rest. Breakfast is at seven AM. _Fusik, Valentina._ Yes, Viski. Valentina hopped from the arm of the settee and Fusik slid from the table, they both walking to exit the living room without much more haste. Though, they were eager to receive freedom, they were hurrying to achieve it; they were seeking precious time, as well. Since there was little time to go on about free, at that moment, had settled in rooms. At the very end of the corridor was a door leading to the temporary room of Sergei. To his first left was Gzen'. To his first right was O'ksandr. To his second left was Fusik and Valentina. There was no second right. No one knew where Drago was, therefore they counted him…somewhere about. As soon as Sergei had found Ivan staring into oblivion, he was lying on the settee. _Sergei._ Ivan Drago. (Иван Драго.) Ivan continued to stare into complete oblivion. _Sergei._ I need to ask you…if you were in the Red Army, as I was in the 24th Faction, which faction were you? (Я должен просить вас ... Если вы были в Красной Армии, как я был в двадцать четвертой фракцией, которая фракции вы были?) He remained silent, though his agate-green eyes pierced into Sergei at a single second. Ivan still did not blink once. _Sergei._ Maybe this is not the best time to speak. Tomorrow, possibly? (Может быть, это не лучшее время говорить. Завтра, возможно?) Sergei crossed his arms, turning and walking from the room. He had returned to his own before finding Viski at his door, awaiting him. _Viski._ How do you like my rooms? Comforting? _Sergei._ …oh, yes. I was feeling pity that Ivan was the only one without a room of his own. _Viski._ I said I had others, but he took the lounge chair, instead. _Sergei._ Hm…well, we better knock off. Goodnight, Viski. _Viski._ Goodnight, Sergei. Sergei had turned into his temporary chamber and had fallen to the mattress. He had switched the gas lamp to off, and had fallen to sleep in an hour. Still quite early, at five, Fusik and Valentina were awoken at the sound of footsteps crossing through the hallway. _Fusik._ What is that sound? (Что это за звук?) Valentina lifted her head from the pillow. _Valentina._ Someone is out there. The Reds may be here. (Кто-то там. Красные могут быть здесь.) _Fusik._ Reds? The Soviets? (Красные? Советы?) Fusik slipped from the mattress and quietly stepped onto the floorboards with attempted silence. The door was opened quickly and silently, but Fusik had slid into a small compartment in the floor. Valentina hid under the bed as quickly as possible. …it was only Sergei. _Sergei._ Come out of hiding, you two. We need to get out of here. The Soviets are onto us. _Fusik._ Serious? They know we're here? Sergei uncovered the floorboard to find Fusik. Valentina came from hiding under the bed. _Sergei._ Got everything? _Fusik._ Yes, what about Gzen', O'ksandr, and Ivan? Ivan was at the door, his arms crossed, his face like stone. Gzen' and O'ksandr were just behind Sergei. _Ivan._ Get moving. (Получите перемещение.) Fusik and Valentina stood, gathering everything they needed. The siblings followed the others to the downstairs. Once they noticed five men and one female lying on the floor. _Sergei._ Ivan killed them for us. One of them managed to steal the Dragunov, but we got it back. _Fusik._ Where is Viski? _Sergei._ She is outside. Anyway…Ivan, our plans? Ivan turned to the bodies lying limp on the floor. _Ivan._ To act normal, we must take the clothing of body and replace ours with it. We blend into Soviets and trek on. We not be known by Soviets wearing uniform. Valentina takes clothing first. (Чтобы действовать нормальный, мы должны взять одежду тела и заменить наш этим. Мы смешиваемся в Советы и поход на. Мы не, быть известен Советами, носящими униформу. Валентина берет одежду сначала.) _Gzen'._ Oh, I get it. If we wear these, we'll look like them. _Sergei._ Precisely. Fusik questioned Ivan. _Fusik._ Why Valentina, first? Why not you? (Почему Валентина, сначала? Почему не Вы?) _Ivan._ For my own protection, I have taken the action to act as myself. I have the Captain's Uniform on me, so I will be acting as someone else. (Для моей собственной защиты, я предпринял действие, чтобы действовать как самостоятельно. Я имею униформу Капитана на мне, таким образом я буду действовать как кто - то еще.) Fusik glanced to Valentina, who was in the uniform. _Fusik._ …why are you helping us, Ivan? Fusik faced Ivan Drago, where the mammoth Russian glared at him with powerful eyes. _Ivan._ 'Why' is not business to know. As soon as everyone was in their disguise, Sergei stepped out of the doorway. Five horses stood out front, awaiting their owners to reappear. _Viski._ Is everyone alright? _Sergei._ Yes, but we need plans. _Gzen'._ Our next destination is a bit Southeast of our position. O'ksandr? _O'ksandr._ The city is named Yakutsk. _Valentina._ That's going to take days! _Sergei._ That's what these horses are for. _End of Chapter I_ 3. Siberian Pressure The Northern Red Star (The Slaves of Russia) Main CHARACTERS~ Captain Ivan Drago Ludmilla Vobet Drago Aleksandr Nikolai Sergei Vladimir Fusik Novikov Valentina Novikov Gzen' Smirnov O'ksandr Sokolov Rocky Balboa Adrian Balboa Rocky Balboa, Jr. Paulie Duke HORSES Names for the Chapter~ Sergei Vladimir – General White Star (Grey with White) Valentina Novikov– Purity (White) Fusik Novikov – Black Fury (Brown with Black) Gzen' Smirnov, O'ksandr Sokolov – Siberian Pandemonium (Dark Brown) Ivan Drago – Lieutenant Red Star (Black) Plot – An escape from Russia was harder than he thought. He wanted to find a free country, and all of them were in Europe or around the Yellow Sea. Follow Ivan and the Northern Red Star faction on their escapade of Russian communist territory after Ivan was captured into slavery after the terrible and dishonorable defeat against Rocky Balboa. Who said it was all going to be easy? Point of View – Third Person Omniscient Setting – December 20th, 1988 (Igarka, Russia), Five Hundred hours Chapter II Siberian Pressure Just as the six climbed onto the unmounted stallion, Sergei and Ivan leading, they were off after a long goodbye with Viski Sardanov. In Ivan's hands was the Dragunov. He kept it with him as if it was a lucky object to a child. Valentina's horse, which she named it "Purity", had trotted up to General White Star, ridden by Sergei. The two of them conversed for hours. The only one not speaking at all was Drago, who left into his mind to remember the events of the past several days and beyond. After a moment, Valentina glanced to Ivan. She knew something was on his mind, but she did not know what, nor had it much mattered to her what was inside his subconscience. _Sergei._ These past few days have been rough, but very worth the time to look onward to. The Soviets are after us and there is not much we can do. A river is a few miles up the trail. If we can get there, we are closer to being free. _Valentina._ We can't rely on the horses. They will not cross rapids. _O'ksandr._ The rivers are sheeted in ice. These horses will cross ice, but the it's thin. We're gonna have to cross it, but we've got darker things after us. It's going to be tricky. _Gzen'._ It does appear we can't rely on the horses, but cross the tracks ourselves. Let's get moving before they noticed we disappeared from Tiksi. _Fusik._ Gzen' is right. We have to move on. Sergei…since you know these grounds so well? _Sergei._ I am sure Ivan knows the way. From what I've heard, he is from Siberia. Am I right, Ivan? Ivan remains silent. _Sergei._ Ivan, I wish you may be able to converse with us in English, but apparently that cannot happen when you will not answer us, stubborn mule. (Иван, я желаю, чтобы Вы могли быть в состоянии разговаривать с нами на английском языке, но очевидно который не может случиться, когда Вы не будете отвечать на нас, упрямого мула.) _Ivan._ … . (... .) _Valentina._ I am a bt unsure about this, but we need to pass it on and keep moving. We're burning daylight. _O'ksandr._ We need to pass it on. Valentina's right. Gzen' and O'ksandr forward their horse enough to see Sergei's face, though still covered with black bangs across his eyes. He glanced forward to the snow sheeted pine trees and the winding dirt road. _O'ksandr._ How much longer do you think this is going to be? I'm tired of seeing the same thing over again. _Fusik._ Quiet down. Gzen' has the map. Ask him. _Gzen'._ According to the map, a Soviet base is a few miles up ahead. The river runs right through it. _O'ksandr._ Are you serious? Let me see that! O'ksandr snatches the map and goes over it. _O'ksandr._ You got the map upside-down, Gzen'! Valentina lightly laughs, along with Fusik and Sergei. _Valentina._ Maybe you should pay more attention to the map, Gzen'. _Fusik._ I wouldn't be surprised if we went the wrong way, but…Ivan? Drago remains ignoring everyone else, and then glances away. He noted three men with an SV-98 each, then having Lieutenant Red Star trot the other way. _Sergei._ Ivan, where are you going? _Ivan._ Soviet soldiers with SV-98 to North. Sergei and Fusik glance to their right, and notice three of these soldiers. _Sergei._ Do you not have a Dragunov with you? (Разве Вы не имеете Драгунова с Вами?) _Ivan._ My exact point. (Мой точный пункт.) _Fusik._ What are you scheming, Ivan? (Что Вы замышляете, Иван?) Lieutenant Red Star trots upon a far mound of rock, then Ivan takes the Dragunov in his hands and looks in the scope. Only two men remained in sight until he used a silencer, where one left his crosshairs. The others no longer saw Ivan, because he was hidden behind a taller rock. He remained at the left, facing straight downward to the Soviet soldiers. They did see the Dragunov, but Ivan then slid back for a greater view. The three were each in sight. He shot one with extreme accuracy and precision, the other two the same exactly. _Fusik, Sergei._ glancing toward the three soldiers How did he do that? _Valentina._ …he's better than I thought. _Sergei._ He WAS a captain of the Red Army, you think he would not know how to fire a gun? They were shot in the head or the heart. Each were hit less than one second after the other, making it impossible how he had done that exactly. _Valentina._ Okay…you have a point, Sergei. But do you know how to fire a Dragunov like that? _Sergei._ That is just plain impossible. I could never do that when I was fighting. Not with that kind of precision. Lieutenant Red Star returned, trotting downward on the rocks to appear at the ground before them. Ivan had unmounted himself from the horse, then walking forward to the three soldiers. He dragged each of them to under any large rocks or openings in granite mounds. _O'ksandr._ He's really smart. _Sergei._ To be honest, Ivan is a bit clumsy. Ivan quickly moaned in protest, but his facial expression remained stone solid. His deep glare pierced into Sergei that made the General look elsewhere. _Sergei._ …well, it is true, is it not? (… хорошо, это верно, является этим нет?) _Fusik._ Let we not go there, Sergei. It is not something he would want to talk about, I guess. _Valentina._ sigh …we need to get going, you two. The day is burning and we have yet to get anywhere close. Once Ivan had mounted on Lieutenant Red Star, they had quickly left the area without another notice. Gzen' was then becoming highly nervous, having the feeling that the small faction was coming upon a Soviet base. O'ksandr had the same feeling, but spoke it in stuttering. _O'ksandr._ I don't think we're in Siberia anymore, Toto. _Gzen'._ Woof, woof. _Sergei._ What is going on? _O'ksandr._ I think we're nearing a Russian fallout base…you know, with nuclear weapons. _Valentina._ They really hate the Americans. _Sergei._ No, the Cold War is without the use of fighting, but is like an argument in itself. _Fusik._ We were soldiers for previous wars. Everyone in Soviet Russia just hate the nations that are not communist. Preferably ones with the words 'United' and 'Nations'. _Valentina._ What about Ivan? _Fusik._ We cannot break the wall with him. He is too stubborn and hard-headed. Ivan glared at Fusik with a strong pierce, then quickly threatening to punch him (Fusik) on his throat. _Fusik._ I am sorry, but these accusations are true. _Sergei._ Fusik, do not say anything else to him. He would end up blowing a vien. _Valentina._ And I've seen him enraged before. _Sergei._ So have I, but I do not want to get in his way. You know how strong he is? I could never match with power like that. Valentina, Fusik, and Sergei had socialized for long moments, until Gzen' had heard a river running through and had then alerted the three. Ivan immediately disappeared to the West, none noticing a hint of his absence. _Gzen'._ I hear a river brook and ice cracking apart. _O'ksandr._ I hear guns, too. Lots of them. After three moments upon stopping at the river, they five then noted themselves of Ivan Drago's absence. _Sergei._ Where is Drago? _Fusik._ I never knew he left. _Gzen'._ Uh, this is terrible. We're so far and we already lost one. _Fusik._ …O'ksandr? Didn't you say 'you hear guns'? _O'ksandr._ Yeah, why? _Fusik._ I think I know where he is, and we might be stepping into a bleeding massacre of dead Soviet soldiers in there. _Sergei._ Well then, lead the way, my good man. Fusik nodded. _Fusik._ Gladly. ~~~In Moscow She kept her ears toward the radio to find any news that was even remotely interesting, but not even the name "Ivan Drago" was ever spoken of after the incident. The radio head maybe had no word of their escape, which was good because no one knew they escaped until a certain moment that caught Ludmilla's straight attention. _Radio Host._ This just in from Yakutsk; we have word on the escape of a small faction out of Tiksi, and one of their men has been confirmed in the Yakutsk massacre. This individual is currently unidentified, and we are unable to find anyone that may know of his identity. (Это только в из Якутска, у нас есть слова на побег из небольшой фракции Тикси, и один из мужчин был подтвержден в резне Якутск. Этот человек в настоящее время неопознанными, и мы не можем найти кого-нибудь, что может знать о его личности.) Ludmilla turned up the volume to hear better; she was currently reading over certain document listings about her husband, but this information was created before his tranfer from the maximum-security penitentiary. _Ludmilla._ Only if he wasn't so gullible, he would have escaped…this is terrible. (Только если он был не так доверчивы, он бы избежал ... это ужасно.) At the very moment of the next hour, she had heard something that sparked her into motivation. It seems the identity was currently being confirmed by DNA testing facilities across Yakutsk; she had remarked simply: _Ludmilla._ They could not have been found…could they? Ludmilla suddenly became worried that, not just her refusing to believe Ivan would have gone with the other five in this small faction, but that the unidentified man could have been the former boxer, himself. She felt quite uneasy that they could be found so quickly, but she awaited long for a true answer to arise. It would take hours for any DNA tests to arrive, but she was only worried about Ivan. ~~~In Tiksi _Aleksandr._ Tell me where the Red Star faction is, or else I will blow your brains out with a fifty caliber revolver. (Скажи мне, где фракция Красной Звезды есть, а то я взорвет ваш мозг с пятьдесят револьвер калибра.) Aleksandr etched a marking of his Desert Eagle into Viski's forehead, his expression like stone. _Viski._ I'm being honest! I don't know where they are! (Я честно! Я не знаю, где они!) _Aleksandr._ You are lying, Sardanov! Where are they? _Viski._ I don't understand what you're asking, Aleksandr, I don't know anything! _Aleksandr._ You will not be missed, Sardanov. _Viski._ No, please! Alright! I will tell you where they are… . Aleksandr's expression turned into a twisted and sinister smirk. _Aleksandr._ Good. I do not have to put your life in waste. Begin. Viski sighed, having a lie ready at her tongue; she was unsure if it would work, but she was willing to try and have at it with dignity. _Viski._ They're in Lensk. They devised a plan to hijack a subway train and ride it to Igarka. She paused, hoping Aleksandr would fall for her lie. _Aleksandr._ …nice try, Sardanov. Now, tell me where they truly are. The young girl inwardly panicked, knowing that the next time she had lied, she would be shot in her brain. She had to make a smart move in order to divert him from the general direction of the Northern Red Star. _Aleksandr._ Tell me where the Red Star is, or I will break every bone in your body and execute you for treason against the Soviets. (Скажи мне, где Красная Звезда, или я сломаю все кости в вашем теле и выполнить за измену против Советов.) _Viski._ in panic The Northern Red Star is in Yakutsk! Ivan Drago is leading the massacre! (Северная Красная звезда находится в Якутске! Иван Драго является ведущим резню!) _Aleksandr._ How do you know? (Как вы знаете?) _Viski._ I was given word by Colonel Valerian Kazimir. He said the whole base was, literally, a bloody mess. He said the man was carrying a Dragunov, but never used it. (Мне дали слово, полковник Валериан Казимир. Он сказал, что вся база была, буквально, кровавое месиво. Он сказал, что человек нес Драгунова, но никогда не использовал его.) Aleksandr smirked, triumphantly. _Aleksandr._ Thank you for your time, Sardanov. It was certainly a pleasure. _Viski._ You'll pay for this, Aleksandr Nikolai! He left without another notice, not leaving behind any known trace of his presence. Once he appeared outside, he notified the soldiers in Yakutsk to fire with everything they had at the base that could possibly be fired. It was going to take everything they had…especially with their enemy being one of their own. ~~~In the Yakutsk Soviet Base Colonel Valerian Kazimir watched over as the battle between one man and a legion of Soviet soldiers had raged on. It was dishonorable that a man who was once a part of that legion had turned on them for his cry of freedom. Once he turned to his left, in the watch tower, he noted a captain with a Dragunov he was not using, as it seemed. _Valerian._ I know what you are here for…to rid yourself of Soviet scum. You want me gone, Drago. So be it. (Я знаю, что вы здесь ... чтобы избавить себя от советской сволочи. Вы хотите, чтобы я ушел, Драго. Да будет так.) Ivan remained technically unarmed, but kept the Dragunov on his back for an easy use. _Valerian._ Go ahead, Ivan. Shoot me. (Давай, Иван. Стреляй в меня.) Though the former boxer had his hands on the sniper rifle, he never armed himself with it, having Colonel Valerian highly confused. Ivan never blinked once during his staredown on Valerian, but remained non-intimidating. _Valerian._ Go on, traitor. (Ну, предатель.) _Ivan._ …no. I arrived to ask for your help. (... Нет. Я приехал, чтобы просить вашей помощи.) _Valerian._ Ivan, I know what you are intending. I know what you are trying to get at, and I can agree with you that freedom is all we need for true salvation. Why do you want to kill me? (Иван, я знаю, что вы намерены. Я знаю, что вы пытаетесь добраться до, и я могу с Вами согласиться, что свобода есть все, что нужно для истинного спасения. Почему вы хотите убить меня?) _Ivan._ Why are you not believing me? (Почему вы не верите мне?) _Valerian._ You are a traitor, Ivan. I will not take kindly to your motives. (Вы предатель, Иван. Я не буду принимать любезно ваши мотивы.) Ivan remained not touching the Dragunov, but he set his arm at his side. He bowed his head forward in shame, then throwing forward the sniper rifle to the cement floor. Someone had taken the Dragunov and pointed it at the back of Ivan's head. It was, disappointingly, General Aleksandr Nikolai. _Aleksandr._ Get to your feet, you impudent scum. Thank you for returning my Dragunov. Then Sergei Vladimir appeared from behind with Fusik Novikov, both armed with an Uzi. _Sergei._ Give it. You are deadlocked in the center. Let go of the Dragunov, and let go of Ivan. Aleksandr turned and pointed his Desert Eagle at Sergei's forehead. _Aleksandr._ I am not afraid to splatter your brains in a decorative manner across these walls. _Valerian._ General Nikolai! How dare you! These two men were the best of us, and you intend to kill them? What's going on with you? Are you out of your mind? _Aleksandr._ No. I am only now out of ammunition to blast their heads clean from their shoulders. _Fusik._ Not on my watch, Soviet scum. Aleksandr disarms Fusik of his Uzi, then kicks Ivan on the back of his head. He faced forward to Sergei and Fusik. Ivan towered and loomed over, grabbing Aleksandr onto the back of his neck. _Valerian._ You've become very strong, Drago, but I'm afraid my orders are clear. I am sorry…but you are the one to be slain here. _Sergei._ Do not do it, Colonel! _Valerian._ Let me call it, both, an 'honorable' and 'dishonorable' discharge. …I was glad to have you on my legion until this day, Ivan Drago. (Позвольте мне называть это, оба, 'благородную' и 'постыдную' разгрузку. … я был рад иметь Вас на моем легионе до этого дня, Иван Драго.) _Fusik._ Don't do it! Valerian kept a hand on his revolver, upon his belt. _Valerian._ Let go of General Nikolai, Ivan. (Отпустил Генерала Николэя, Иван.) As strange as they found it to be, Ivan unhanded Aleksandr and turned around, his hands high. He never gave up…but he had something on his mind, Sergei could see. Fusik thought it was the end. Both General Aleksandr and Colonel Valerian had their respective weapons pressed against Ivan's head, the Dragunov on front and the revolver on back. _Fusik._ Sergei, do something! _Sergei._ No… . _Fusik._ What? You are not going to help him? _Sergei._ I have a feeling he is going to help himself. Ivan kept his hands raised, but his eyes bolted to placement of Sergei and Fusik, motioning to something. _Fusik._ What is he…? _Sergei._ Fusik, get out. _Fusik._ Why? _Sergei._ Just do it! Now! Sergei and Fusik both had busted out of the watch tower, seeing the action from below. Ivan remained with his hands high, seemingly in a surrender. Both Fusik and Sergei knew it was not him to suddenly give up, so they were expecting him to do something. Everywhere the two stepped, there was blood every other way from the carcasses once each a human body. _Fusik._ It is a bloody massacre. They were right. _Sergei._ I guess so. …well, we better make it back to the horses and leave Ivan to his objective. It is best not to interfere, but keep moving. Let us go. Fusik, hesitantly, nodded and turned his head back, then sighing. _Fusik._ I hope you are right, Sergei. _Sergei._ I am sure that Ivan will get out of it. Once they walked farther, sudden gunshots were heard…then a loud THUD! sounded in the area. _Fusik._ Is he… _Sergei._ Wait…where is Aleksandr? _Fusik._ How can you see that high up? Fusik questions the fact, but it never occurred to him that Sergei Vladimir was also a general, therefore making him a human scope. _Aleksandr._ Did you think you would get past me? _Sergei._ Where is Ivan? _Aleksandr._ Did you hear the shots fired? That was the dishonorable Captain, Ivan Drago, being shot. _Fusik._ How dare you! He did nothing against you— _Aleksandr._ But cause the Yakutsk Massacre, escape from the Tiksi-Nikolai Plantation, and added help from one of our own; Viski Sardanov. _Fusik._ …Viski… …what did you do to them? _Aleksandr._ I killed them both. Fusik rammed into Aleksandr, but something blocked his way, having then fallen to the cement. _Aleksandr._ How did you-? Ivan swerved and edged toward Aleksandr, stealing the Dragunov and assaulting him with strong jabs and punches. _Sergei._ Ivan! _Ivan._ I finish here. Leave. Sergei hesitated, but turned and ran with Fusik until they reached the outside. _Sergei._ We better get going. _Fusik._ What about Ivan? _Sergei._ He will catch up. The other Soviets are looking for us. _Fusik._ What if he's caught? _Sergei._ He knows exactly what he is doing, Fusik. Do not let it bother you that he knows the plans and will catch up to us. Fusik sped toward Black Fury, and Sergei to General White Star. _Valentina._ Where's Ivan? _Fusik._ He wanted to stay behind and finish business…we found out a few interesting bits of information, like how Ivan used to serve this legion, and their leader is Colonel Valerian. Footsteps traveled quickly behind, everyone turning back. _Sergei._ Colonel Valerian, what a nice surprise. What are you doing here? I thought you were killed. _Valerian._ Ivan Drago told me everything. He said how you six were fighting a revolution for freedom, and that he told you I wanted freedom as well. I hate the Soviets. _O'ksandr._ Then why are you working for them? _Valerian._ Back in my younger days, I thought that fighting was the best thing in the known world. I regret that decision, because of my battle scarred body. Look at Ivan, on that cold exterior is a powerful scar of war waged on his own. His fight with Rocky Balboa was what did him what is now nothing. _Sergei._ Colonel…why are you helping us? _Valerian._ I want to escape as much as you do. This war may not be fighting, but this Union is only of darkness and despair, and I want out of it. _Gzen'._ Good point. _Sergei._ Well, men…we have to get moving. _O'ksandr._ But…Ivan… . _Sergei._ He will catch up to us. Now let we leave, already. We are quite restless. Colonel Valerian leaps onto Lieutenant Red Star and rides off with the Northern Red Star to their next destination. After twenty-six minutes, _inside the base,_ Ivan was currently being interrogated by Aleksandr Nikolai. _Aleksandr._ Tell me, Ivan Drago, do you understand where exactly the Northern Red Star faction is going? (Скажите, Иван Драго, вы понимаете, где именно Северной Красной Звезды фракция собирается?) Ivan did not answer. The general indented the Dragunov into his forehead; currently the captain was tied by ropes, but he could have easily tore himself out of it. _Aleksandr._ Tell me where, or I will blow your puny brains right out of your shattered skull. (Скажи мне, где, или я был удар ваши жалкие мозги прямо из вашего раздробленным черепом.) _Ivan._ I was never given sight on where they lead. I am without information to tell you. (Я никогда не была предоставлена взгляд от того, где они ведут. Я без информации вам сказать.) _Aleksandr._ You are with them for every moment, and they are not telling you where they are going? (Вы с ними за каждую минуту, и они не говорят вам, где они собираются?) _Ivan._ It is beyond any of my information. (Это вне всякого моего информации.) Aleksandr stalled. _Aleksandr._ (This is harder than I thought.) ((Это труднее, чем я думал.)) _Ivan._ This is secretive information I know nothing about that, if I were to give it to you, it would merely be nothing. (Это скрытные информации я ничего не знаю о том, что, если бы я, чтобы дать ее вам, это всего лишь может ничего.) The general paced, circling Ivan like a hungry predatory lion. They both glared into each other's eyes. _Aleksandr._ …you know exactly where they are going, and you are trying to lie to me to get me diverted from the actual track. Nice try, Drago. (... Вы знаете точно, куда они идут, и вы пытаетесь лгать мне, чтобы я отвлекаться от фактического пути. Хорошая попытка, Драго.) Ivan slid further into the chair and disarmed Aleksandr by having calcitrated him in the only area he was able to. He divided the rope and towered, suddenly enraged. _Aleksandr._ What will you do? There is one of you. _Ivan._ Which is stronger than one of you. Aleksandr stamped at the ground, thrusting his hands to Ivan's throat. Aleksandr was not much shorter than the captain, but he could easily strangle a man despite it. …but not necessarily Ivan Drago. Ivan tore the general's hands from the said former boxer's strong neck. He quickly escaped the interrogation room to the outside of the base. The faction was already gone for thirty minutes, but he attempted to find a way to catch up to them before he lost them. He breathed inward and out, slowly, and sped forward once he escaped from the Yakutsk Soviet base. After a few moments, he ended up at the crystallized river. He turned around, only seeing the thick forest of ice in the perspective behind him. Staring forward, he noted the ice was not thick after trying to analyze the percentage of him walking across without the ice breaking. Ivan slid forward and bolted across the ice, it breaking as his feet clashed with the surface. Once he reached the other side, the creek slowly flowed under it. He continued on like nothing had happened, though having the occuring feeling that he may never be able to reach them. Ivan was currently following the horse tracks, which may lead him toward the faction, or lead him toward his imminent doom. It was a risk he was willing to take, no matter how hard it was. ~~~The Red Star Faction General White Star led the horses forward, as they strode towards the next destination, Igarka. It was not far from Noril'sk, but it was equally dangerous, knowing that they were close by to the prison they had been captured into. With Valerian, they had the feeling it would be easier if he was an uncaptured general. Sergei glanced back to the faction. _Sergei._ Everyone alright? _Fusik._ Yes, for right now. _Valentina._ I guess so. _Valerian._ I feel fine. _O'ksandr, Gzen'._ I miss the presence of Ivan. _Sergei._ Yes…without him, we are not really complete…but we have to move on. He will catch up to us, do not fret. O'ksandr let his head fall and turn around. All he saw was the tracks, but no Drago. He turned forward and kept trotting along on Siberian Pandemonium, eager to find a place to stop and rest. It almost reigned nightfall, the Northern Red Star found a small clearing in the forest trees. Valerian volunteered to hunt for them while the others set a fire. Ivan still had not been seen by anyone, which was beginning to worry them severely. Even Sergei, who was made of stone, was beginning to become worried about the former boxer's whereabouts. There was a short-winded rustle in the bushes, which made Valerian [once returning] fire his SV-98. To his dismay, it did not hit anywhere he was intending. _Fusik._ Colonel! _Valerian._ You must be cautious, it may be a Siberian tiger on the prowl. Valerian stood back and faced the main direction the rustling had eminated from. Though the silhouette was very tall, they could not fathom who it may have been. Valerian's head fell once he found out whose shape the silhouette belonged to. _O'ksandr._ How could you do that? _Valerian._ Instinct kicked in; how was I supposed to know it was him? Since when did he ever speak? _Sergei._ How could you possibly shoot Ivan in the arm? Valentina rushed over to Ivan, taking a small red box with her. _Fusik._ You come equipped with everything, don't you? _Valentina._ Do you honestly believe that I wouldn't come to Ivan if I had…oh, it seems I have no bandages… . Valentina scampered far as soon as Ivan had a makeshift bandage made of birch bark in his hands. _Valentina._ You are more useful than me. I just never understand you. _Sergei._ Where were you? _Ivan._ Behind you, three miles and length of horse. _Gzen'._ You were running? Geez! I would be tired out just by walking one hundred miles behind. Sergei glanced to Gzen', then to Ivan with worried eyes. _Sergei._ Are you alright, Ivan? Did Valerian hit anywhere else? I heard several gunshots from that SV-98. Sergei held up the muscular right arm of Ivan, just where the fresh blood was seeping from the bark. _Sergei._ You have to make do with what you have, because there is not much more we can do to help. We do need to extract the bullet from your arm before it has you infected. The colonel stood and moved at an even pace, but remained silent as he swiftly walked forward to the former captain. _Valerian._ Ivan Drago… . I fear that many things are no longer as they seem with you. Over the course of a few months, something has changed about you. _Sergei._ I have heard Ivan has been used as a general's tool of fighting with brute strength, and the man was suffering under the stress of the fighting. _Valerian._ Ivan has gone through a grand number of trials during his time as a captain of the Red Army, but there is no reason any general should be _using_ him. Sergei glanced back toward Ivan, who stood without a single expression cloaking his face. He remained silent, just as Sergei turned back to the colonel with amethyst eyes of worry. _Sergei._ Valerian…? _Valerian._ Yes, General? _Sergei._ Do you have a wife? Valerian paused for a single moment as they remained on a small log sheeted in snow and ice. _Valerian._ Yes, I do. I haven't seen her in ages, but I do have a wife. Why? _Sergei._ What is it like? _Valerian._ What do you mean, General Vladimir? _Sergei._ I lost mine to the Soviets, making me a man without a family to call my own. _Valerian._ If I bring up Ivan's name for one more time, I might mention that— _O'ksandr._ Colonel, did you say you know Wing Chun? Valerian glanced, obviously confused, toward O'ksandr and Gzen'. _Valerian._ Yes, why? _Gzen'._ It might come handy now. _Sergei._ Ivan will take care of it. Ivan stepped forward and had removed the Dragunov from his shoulder blades to his hands in less than two seconds. He threw the Dragunov and went into his boxing stance. _Valentina._ What is he-? Ivan slammed his fist into darkness, creating a powerful thump into something's shattering skull. It seemed the intruder was a soldier…but it looked more American than Russian. _Fusik._ Ivan, I think you just killed an American soldier. …with your fist. _Valentina._ Fusik, it was his instinct. What can he do about it? _Sergei._ Quiet down now, I am sure Ivan did not mean to attack an unsuspecting…is that soldier an American? _Gzen'._ Uh…I think so. Sergei sighed and glanced forward to Ivan. Once the towering Russian was about to attack once more, Sergei had stopped him with a single movement of his hand. _Sergei._ The patch on his shoulder is claiming he is German. Why in the world would there be a German in Russia? Specifically— Valerian interrupted quickly. _Valerian._ Erik van Krieg; known as 'the Blitzkrieg of Germany'. He was an German exchange soldier who found his way into Russia, believing we were 'fighting' this war against the Americans. _O'ksandr._ We are fighting in the Cold War, right? Isn't that why it's called a 'war'? Valerian nodded. _Valerian._ A cold war is a not a war being fought, but a war of harsh and dismal words. This war is to prove which country is better than which; not a soldier nuclear war, O'ksandr. Erik is…or was…a soldier in Germany who was caught up in our mess. Colonel Valerian kneeled downward to Erik and kept two, dead-freezing fingers upon his neck for a pulse. He remained alive, for the time being, until they knew that he was fine. None, with the exception of the colonel, knew German. _Valerian._ Erik, are you hurt? (Erik, sind Sie Schmerzen?) _Erik._ Colonel. (Oberst.) Erik leaped to his towering height. It remained troubling that now had the group to look at Ivan and Erik, who were both characteristically or uncharacteristically tall. 'Uncharacteristically', meaning how a number of Germans happen to be short. _Fusik._ Can you speak any English? …Valerian, please translate. _Valerian._ Can you speak any English? (Können Sie sprechen kein Englisch?) _Erik._ No. (Nein.) _Valerian._ He speaks 'No'. He cannot speak English. _Sergei._ What about Russian? _Valerian._ What about Russian? (Was ist mit Russland?) _Erik._ Yes. (Ja.) _Valerian._ He speaks 'Yes'. He can and may speak Russian. Gzen' and O'ksandr then glanced toward each other, but remained silent. Though they were Russians, themselves, they knew very little of it to get anywhere. Fusik and Valentina had faced Erik and Valerian, Sergei conversing with the two of them on something they then seemed to misunderstand. _Sergei._ Valerian, I cannot speak much German, myself. (Валериана, я не могу много говорить немецкий, себя.) _Valerian._ I understand that, General Vladimir. And I have taken note of it, but please be careful what you say; many cognates have various meanings, which can or may be offensive in another language. (Я понимаю, что генерал Владимир. И я принял это к сведению, но, пожалуйста, будьте осторожны, что вы говорите, много родственников имеют различные значения, которые могут или могут быть наступление на другом языке.) Once Erik glared towards Ivan, he then swerved away from the general direction and remained facing opposite of the former captain. At that very instant, left without any distinct reason, Erik kept himself away from Ivan. _Sergei._ Ivan is no one to be afraid of. He might be intimidating with his strength and ingenuity, but to be honest…he is a bit clumsy. (Иван не никто, чтобы бояться. Он мог бы быть запугивающим с его силой и изобретательностью, но быть честным …, он является немного неуклюжим.) _Erik._ I suspect something is different about him than the Colonel. (Я подозреваю, что кое-что отлично о нем чем Полковник.) Sergei glanced to the German soldier with an emotion conveying confusion. _Sergei._ How do you know the Colonel? (Как Вы знаете Полковник?) Erik paused for a moment before continuing. It seemed as though he was hesitating. _Erik._ We worked together in a short mission back in Germany. He has to travel a good distance every other month to make ends meet with us. (Мы сотрудничали в короткой миссии назад в Германии. Он должен путешествовать по хорошему расстоянию через месяц, чтобы сводить концы с концами с нами.) Sergei was passive of the hesitation, and had spoke somewhat louder, just before Fusik and O'ksandr glanced to the German. _Fusik._ Do you think he's a bit strange, O'ksandr? I see something about this Erik von Krieg that is making me feel somewhat suspicious. And…I have just noticed that Ivan is not acting himself since he appeared. _Gzen'._ He's acting himself. _O'ksandr._ I don't see it. Fusik glanced back to Ivan, remaining far from the others of the faction. As usual, he kept completely silent and remained completely aware of the situation at hand. _Sergei._ Do you know anything of the General Aleksandr Nikolai? (Вы знаете что - нибудь о генерале Александре Николэе?) _Erik._ I am not able to discuss anything of him, as of right now. My orders are clear that no German soldier is to speak of that horrid man. (Я не в состоянии обсудить что - нибудь его, на прямо сейчас. Мои заказы ясны, что никакой немецкий солдат не должен говорить о том неприятном человеке.) Once the general had nodded, he turned and found Drago nowhere to be seen. _Sergei._ Colonel, where is Drago? Valerian shrugs, then swerving behind to find the spot Ivan had mysteriously disappeared from. _Valentina._ He's probably moving ahead. We'll catch up tomorrow. _~End of second chapter~_ End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	87,291	15,744.8
null	Rocky Rocky's Self Discovery: A Rocky Fanfic It was just another night and Rocky could not sleep. He tossed and turned, stared at the ceiling and counted how many pieces of gum he had thrown up there (as well as how many pieces of gum he HADN'T thrown up there) simply out of boredom. He had never known this kind of fear before in his life, and feeling it now it scared him half to death. This was all he had ever wanted, all he had ever dreamed of, but most of all he was afraid of failing. It's funny how much people don't want to go through with something when they are given the chance to do it because of fear, and at that moment that was what Rocky felt. He was afraid of failing and becoming a nobody again. I'm just another bum, he thought to himself, why is this happening to me and not to someone else? What makes me so special? He pondered these questions over and over again in his mind, reeling it through his head like a movie. The questions appeared in big bold letters in space, glaring down at him until it drove him nuts. He had dozed off into a fitful half sleep and awoken from his own mental anguish. He was driving himself crazy over this, and he needed to get away to think. He stared at the clock. It read one thirty in the morning, and he knew that one thirty in the morning was not the best time to walk around the city, but he didn't care. He felt like going for a walk to calm himself down, and either walking or running was always the best therapy for Rocky. Slowly he rose from his bed and slipped on his only t-shirt, soiled from dirt, food, and other accidental spills. He threw on his tattered sweat pants, and laced up his smelly, grungy hi-tops. Then he threw on his black skull cap, and last he placed over his t-shirt his sweatshirt which read "Italian Stallion". He then headed over to the mirror to gaze at himself. He looked like something the cat had drug in, and the more he stared the more the image began to imprint itself in his brain. This is what being a dreamer gets you, he thought, tattered clothes and hopeless fear. He didn't expect much out of this fight, even though he was training hard for it, and thought he knew for sure that he was going to end up on the bottom again with all the other bums. Scowling he turned away from the mirror, opened the door to his apartment, slammed it and rushed down the stairs in a fit of fury. When he reached the door that lead to the outside he stopped and returned to a walking pace. He ambled down the steps and leaped onto the sidewalk. He walked through the streets of Philadephia chilled to the bone from the insanely cold weather. The cold had always been his worst enemy, much like the rest of the world. He huffed, and thought that it always seemed like everything was out to get him. It all seemed so unfair to him that he seemed to be the only guy who got the raw end of the deal. Life was unfair, he thought to himself as he huffed and kicked a can. Then something hit him smack in the head. Why was he complaining so much? He had everything in the world to be thankful for. He had a girl who loved him just as much as he loved her, a great trainer who loved him as well, and a one time shot that he was sure to benefit from even if he lost. Rocky needed what it took to go the distance, and until he realized what he needed he was never going to be ready for what was about to happen to his life. His life was changing, and it frightened him to death, and still it excited him. Suddenly Rocky shifted from a walk into a jog and ran until he met those steps again. Those steps always intimidated him even though he knew he could climb them with no problem. He simply stood in front of those steps and realized something that he had never realized before. Those steps were like his life, even though they were cracked and had turned an ugly gray, they always pointed forward. No matter how bad things got he would always keep moving forward like the rest of the world, and as he thought about that he got a feeling that felt like a warm blanket. He was much like the rest of the world, knowing that everyone had their problems just like he did, but there was always something that would always set him apart from the rest of the world. His passion for dreaming would always set him apart from the rest of the world and made him who he truly was- a dreamer. As he thought about it seemed quite poetic, and he smiled. He knew he was special, and now he knew after years of searching who he truly was. He was a fighter, a lover, and a poet of dreams. He has answered the question that everyone was plagued by- who am I? He suddenly felt very full and satisfied, and as he climbed the steps one by one he was one step closer to finally clarifying his life. When he finally reached the top of the steps he stood in all his glory against the full fury of the Philadeplhia wind chill and shouted at the top of his lungs to no one in particular, "BRING IT ON! I'm ready now!" Smiling to himself he leaped down the steps, skipping over each one by twos, until he hit the bottom. He flew by buildings and whizzed past the slums, until he finally found his way back to his apartment. He leaped up the steps, flung through the door, and leaped up the next couple of flights of stairs until he reached his familiar door. He swung it open and flung himself onto his bed and heaved a giant sigh. Now he was one step closer to the greatest moment of his life. End file.	Rocky, Drama	Fanfiction	null	5,485	8,789.6
null	Rocky 1. Rocky teaches Adrian to box Rocky teaches a reluctant Adrian how to box "C'mon Adrian you won't break nothin' I promise. Now hit it like you mean it," Rocky said as he steadied the bag from behind. Adrian looked up at him, feeling extremely uncomfortable standing in the baggy grey sweatsuit Rocky had pushed her into wearing. Her slender arms hung at her sides, bright red gloves dragging them down like lead weights. "Rocky I'm no good at this. I'm not a fighter. Please let's just stop." Adrian mumbled as she looked down, scuffing her feet. "Yo Adrian, you're no good because you're not trying. And don't tell me you're not a fighter. You're the toughest person I know. Now look here, watch what I do." Rocky came out from behind the heavy bag and came to stand next to Adrian. "Now you gotta punch long and extend your arms if you wanna hit hard." Rocky said as he lined his arm up with the bag. "Watch me," He said and then hit the bag with a bruising left jab. "Now you try." Adrian wearily lifted her arms and gave a halfhearted attempt at a right jab, her glove glancing off of the bag and falling heavily to her side. She sighed in frustration and looked up at Rocky's face, hoping against hope that he would see that she wasn't going to get better and just drop this silly idea already. But she knew better than to think her stubborn fighter of a husband would give up so easily. "C'mon Adrian, you can hit harder than that. I've seen you swat Paulie with more power." Adrian smiled despite herself. Rocky smiled back as he positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her wrapped wrists. He leaned down so his chin rested on her thin shoulder and pulled her left arm up by her face as he pushed the right out into the bag. "Y'see you always gotta keep your guard up to protect your face. I like your teeth where they are." Rocky laughed. "If you're supposed to always protect yourself, why do you let the other fighters hit you in the face so much?" Adrian retorted. "I don't know, I guess I should take my own advice." Rocky chuckled and shook his head. "Let's try again." Rocky again pushed Adrian's fist out so it hit the bag a little harder this time. Then again. And again. Each time Adrian hit a little bit harder and Rocky pushed a little bit softer. Soon enough, he stepped back and watched as Adrian hit over and over again. His face lit up with a goofy grin as he watched Adrian's shy smile shift into a grim look of determination. Adrian's hits got harder and faster as she became more comfortable with the motions, eventually switching from right to left and back again. There was something relaxing and cathartic about pounding away at the bag. When her hands began to hurt Adrian stepped back, looking over at her husband as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her arm. Rocky looked back at his wife with a wide grin. Adrian was looking more disheveled than he'd ever seen her; pieces of hair hanging down into her eyes and sweat dripping down her temples. Her thin chest heaved under her sweatshirt as she fought to get her breath back. "Yo Adrian, you did it. I knew you had it in you!" Rocky said as he grabbed her in a hug and gave her a quick peck. He reached down to undo the laces of the gloves, pausing to kiss the swollen knuckles of each hand as they were exposed. Adrian glanced up from her hands to his face and stood up on tiptoes to place another longer kiss on Rocky's lips. "Thank you," she whispered quietly as she kissed him once more. "I knew you was a fighter," Rocky whispered back. A few weeks later Rocky was sitting in the living room watching t.v. with Butkus when he heard the front door slam open as Adrian stormed in and tossed her purse onto a side table. Rocky looked up worriedly from the screen. "Yo Adrian, what's wrong?" "Ooh that Paulie makes me so mad I could just...Ugh!" Adrian ranted as she pulled off her coat and flung it onto a chair. Rocky sat frozen but his eyes followed her as she stomped across the living room and down the basement stairs. Rocky stood up and walked over to the steps. He was just about to walk down to see if Adrian was all right when he heard the familiar rhythmic sounds of punches landing on the heavy bag. Instead of interrupting, Rocky just shook his head and smiled. "I always knew you was a fighter." 2. Rocky buying the turtles Rocky buying the turtles _Ding._ Adrian looked up from the fish tanks towards the door to the pet shop, bright orange flakes falling from her suddenly still fingers. In the doorway stood a hulking figure in a black leather jacket and lumpy black hat. The man's hands were curled loosely into fists and he seemed to be practicing punches. Adrian caught herself staring and quickly looked down at her own sensible shoes. She returned to feeding the fish, stealing glimpses of the dark stranger from between the tanks. Adrian watched as he strolled around the shop, chafing his large hands. He paused by the pen in the window, whistling and petting the puppies playing there. Adrian looked on worriedly; afraid they might be frightened by this brute, but they wriggled and nosed their way into the man's hands, fighting for room. Adrian fought to hide her smile as she moved across the shop to a solitary cage that held a giant bull mastiff. The dog had been found roaming the streets a few days ago but no one had come yet to claim him. Adrian placed a food dish in the dog's cage; looking up through her bangs at the man who had moved on from the puppies and was standing near the fish tanks. Adrian straightened and turned to the man. She fidgeted with the watch on her lapel, squaring her shoulders before lifting her chin. "C-Can I help you?" She stammered, not meeting the man's eyes. "Yeah...yeah." The man paused, turning to face her. "I was just lookin' to get an animal. Somethin' small though, I don't got a lotta room." He shrugged his large shoulders and chafed his hands again. "Uh...well we've got some nice birds if you'd like." Adrian gestured over to the cages near the windows. "Or fish are easy to take care of…" She trailed off as the mastiff at her feet started barking. Suddenly the man crouched down, poking his fingers through the cage and letting out a loud bellowing sound. Adrian jumped as the man and dog continued to howl. "Hey, yo buddy, how you doin' today?" The man asked as he stroked the dog's nose through the mesh of the cage. "Does he have a name?" He asked without taking his eyes off of the dog. "No, he didn't have a collar when we found him." Adrian answered without thinking. "Well, a dog's gotta have a name…" the man trailed off, looking deeply into the dog's eyes. "How's about Butkus? Do ya like that buddy?" The mastiff barked again, raising a paw to scratch at the cage door. "I think he likes it. Yo Butkus!" The dog barked again, and the man straightened from his crouch. "Yo, you're Paulie's sister yeah?" The man said, shrugging his shoulders. Adrian froze, surprised, then nodded minutely. "I don't know if he ever mentioned me, but me and Paulie go way back. I'm Rocky, by the way, Rocky Balboa. And you are?" The man waved one of his large hands in her direction. Adrian swallowed but said nothing. The man waved the extended hand again. "And you are?" "Adrian," she whispered finally, glancing up into the man's surprisingly bright brown eyes. "Adrian," Rocky said back, holding her gaze. "Yo Adrian, I already got a fish. His name's Moby Dick, see. He's just a goldfish but he's pretty nice I guess. I dunno," he continued as if they hadn't been interrupted at all. He turned around and started wandering back through the pet shop, occasionally bending down and peering into tanks and cages; poking his fingers into cages and tapping on glass. "What about a dog?" Adrian asked, following behind him at a distance. "Too big and too rich for my blood. I don't got much room in my place for a dog. I was thinking something a lot smaller. And cheap too. I don't got too much extra spending money. I can barely even afford to pay attention some days, you know?" Rocky laughed and smiled back at Adrian. She looked down at the floor, feeling a smile spreading across her face involuntarily. She shook her head and composed herself before looking back up, but the twinkle in Rocky's eyes suggested that she hadn't done a very good job. "What do you think about turtles?" Rocky continued as he turned back to the tanks. He leaned down, looking into a tank where two turtles were submerged in a pool of water, one on top of the other. Adrian inched closer, also leaning down to look in the tank. "Turtles are nice," she murmured, sliding her gaze from the tank to look down at Rocky's face as he continued to stare at the turtles. Adrian's eyes took in his strong, straight nose, full lips, and strong jaw. She glanced quickly away as Rocky looked back up at her. Rocky smiled and clapped his hands together, rubbing them briskly. "Turtles it is. Now what does a turtle eat?" 3. You never told me why you really fight _You never told me why you really fight_ "You know, you never did tell me why you fight." Adrian shifted her head from Rocky's shoulder to look up into his eyes. Her small arms tightened around his chest as he looked back down at her. "Hmmm?" Rocky mumbled as he rubbed his large hands up Adrians slim back. Adrian reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face and burrowed her chin into Rocky's chest. "Earlier, when I asked you why you fight, you never answered the question." Rocky sighed. "Well, you know I've always been a fighter. Growin' up like I did, in the neighborhood y'know, it's a pretty rough life." He grimaced down at Adrian who smiled back up at him. "There wasn't a lot to look forward to at home either, you know, so I spent most of my time out on the streets. And you know I've always been a pretty big guy, so there's always some bum who thinks he can get a reputation as a tough guy by fighting the biggest guy around." Adrian's face creased in a small frown. "So, you got in trouble a lot then." "Yeah, well I was never the best student, but getting kicked out of school for fighting didn't help none. I was pretty wild when I was a kid, you know. At least until I started really training to be a fighter. Before, I thought I'd probably end up in some factory somewhere. I never thought I could make a livin' fighting." "So, that's the only reason?" Adrian asked. Rocky grimaced again, rolling his shoulders to look up at the ceiling. "C'mon Adrian, what do you wanna hear? That I hate my crummy life and my crummy apartment? That fighting's the only thing that makes me feel like I'm not a bum? That it might be my only ticket out of this dump heap of a neighborhood?" Adrian reached up, lightly touching her fingers to Rocky's chin. He looked down, meeting her eyes. "I think you fight because it makes you feel powerful. I think it gives you a sense of purpose. I envy that." Rocky pulled Adrian's fingers to his lips, kissing them softly. "Yo, Adrian, you're stronger than you think. It takes more than guts to live with Paulie as long as you have." Adrian laughed and smiled wider. Rocky pulled her up farther and rolled over so they were face to face laying on the pillow. "Hey, Adrian, did you hear the one about the butcher who backed into the meat grinder?" Rocky whispered softly. "He got a little behind in his work." Adrian's giggles were smothered by Rocky's sudden kiss. She curled her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, Adrian pulled back, panting lightly. "I don't think you're a bum," she said tenderly, brushing her thumb down his cheek. Rocky just smiled back at her, shaking his head, and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the forehead. 4. Adrian noticing Rocky in Robert _Adrian noticing Rocky in Robert_ Adrian loved days like this. Days when Rocky didn't have a fight and they could just stay home with Robert and be a family. Days when she'd make spaghetti, Rocky's favorite, while Rocky played games with Robert in the living room. She came out of the kitchen, wiping soapy hands off on her apron, to see Rocky and Robert both sprawled out on their stomachs on the carpet; feet waggling in the air, propped up on their elbows, pushing toy cars around the floor, making little noises as they played. Adrian watched them for a moment, their faces obscured by the same thick black hair. Adrian noticed the similarities all the time: in the way that Robert would square his shoulders when he was nervous. Or when she caught him practicing punches in the mirror over the sink when he didn't know she was looking. Adrian was pulled from her thoughts by a tugging on her apron. "Mommy!" She smiled down into Robert's small face, brushing the hair off of his forehead. "What is it honey?" she asked, glancing over to Rocky, still lounging on the carpet, surrounded by cars. There was a sly smirk on his face that made her narrow her eyes. "Knock, Knock" Adrian grinned and shook her head. "Who's there?" "Boo!" Robert cried. "Boo who?" "Don't cry Mommy, it's just a joke!" Robert yelled and then collapsed in uncontrollable giggling. Adrian chuckled and looked over at Rocky who was laying on his back, laughing and holding his stomach. "Okay, wise guys. Clean up the living room, it's time for dinner." Adrian watched Robert walk back to Rocky and start putting away the cars. "Hey kid," Rocky said, pulling Robert in close. "What's that in your ear?" Rocky pulled a toy car out from behind Robert's head. "Yo, that's not a good place to keep your toys, you know." Robert giggled again. Adrian rolled her eyes, smiling, and turned back into the kitchen to set the table. 5. Rocky noticing Adrian in Robert _Rocky noticing Adrian in Robert_(set somewhere before Rocky V before they leave the mansion) "Rocky?" Adrian said as she settled down on the couch. Rocky lifted an arm, pulling her in close and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. He frowned when she didn't respond. "Yo, why the long face?" He asked, turning her chin up to look at him. Adrian curled deeper into his arms, crossing her own tightly across her chest. "Oh, I'm worried about Robert. Rocky, I wish you'd go talk to him. I think he's having a hard time in school." "The kid's having a tough time? Is it his grades, because honestly Adrian he's absolutely smarter than I am. I don't know if I'd be such a big help." Rocky shrugged. "It's not his schoolwork, it's the other kids. I think he's lonely." Adrian sighed. "I never hear about any new friends he's making, and he never brings anyone over. I'm worried. What if he has no one to talk to? That can be hard for a kid." Adrian trailed off and looked down at the floor, wringing her hands. Rocky smiled and kissed her cheek. "Don't you worry about nothin'. I'll go talk to the kid." Rocky got up and walked upstairs to Robert's room. The door was open and Robert was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He looked up when he heard Rocky's knock on the open door. "Hey Dad," Robert smiled, putting down his book. "What's up?" "Ah, nuthin' kid. Just checkin' in." Rocky mumbled. "Can I come in?" "Sure." Rocky came in and sat down on the end of the bed. He looked around the room, noticing the drawing board in the corner, the well organized book shelf by the window, the fight posters covering the wall. A flash of movement caught his eye and drew his attention to the fish tank behind Robert's head. Bright yellow fish swam lazily between bright leafy greens and blue stones. "Yo, these fish are pretty colorful, you know. Did you pick these out yourself? They're beautiful." Robert glanced back at the aquarium. "Mom helped me pick them out. She said they looked like candy." He said, shaking his head. Rocky smiled, rubbing a finger down the smooth glass. "Yeah, she always did have a good eye for animals. You got that from her." Rocky laughed. "I'm just lucky turtles are so tough. Not many animals could've lasted so long in my old place, y'know." Robert laughed. "So, Dad, did you want to talk about something?" "Oh, yeah, well I was wondering, if you aren't busy or nothing, maybe you wanna go outside and play some ball with your old man? I tell ya, I was a mean stickball player when I was your age." "I don't know, Dad. I've got a lot of homework to do still." Robert mumbled, picking at the comforter. "C'mon kid, it'll be fun. We'll call your friends over, make a game out of it. Whaddaya say?" "I don't think so, Dad." Robert said quietly. Rocky put a hand under Robert's chin, lifting it up to meet his eyes. "Yo, kid, why the long face? What? Are you ashamed of your old man?" Robert looked away and shrugged off Rocky's hand. "No, Dad, I'm not ashamed of you. I just don't really wanna hang out with any of my friends from school." He grimaced. "If you can even call them friends." "What d'you mean?" Robert sighed heavily. "Nothing. It's just that whenever we hang out all they want to talk about is you. They don't really like me. They just like me because the son of 'Rocky Balboa, the Italian Stallion'." Rocky shook his head, letting out a wearied sigh of his own. "Yo, kid, I'm sorry. You know I never want to hurt you right? You're number one. Home Team, right?" Rocky held out a fist. Robert hesitated a minute before bumping it back. "Yeah, home team." "Now listen, I know you don't wanna hang out with those bums from school, but isn't there anyone at that school that you like?" Robert looked thoughtful. "Well, there is this girl in my math class that I think is nice. She's really smart and pretty. But she'd never notice me. She sits in front of me in class but I don't think she even knows who I am." Rocky chuckled. "Y'know, your mother put me through the same thing when we first met." Robert brightened a little, looking up. "Nah, really?" "Oh yeah." Rocky leaned back, stretching out his arms. "You're a lot like her, you know. Very smart, very careful. You're thinkers, the both of you. Me, I'm more of a 'punch first, think later' kind of guy, you know." "Anyway, when I first met your mother, she was working at the pet shop back in the old neighborhood. At first, I would stop by just to be nice to Paulie's sister. But she was so shy I couldn't ever get her to even look at me. Every day, I'd come by and I'd tell her a joke and every night I'd go by and tell her a joke. And she'd just stand there, silent, like I was a plate of leftovers." Robert laughed. "But you know what. Even though she never said anything, wouldn't even look at me, every once in a while I'd see her glance up when she thought I wasn't looking. And sometimes, when I told a particularly bad joke or made a fool out of myself and just wanted to give up entirely, I'd see this tiny, tiny smile on her face, so small I thought I was just seeing things." Rocky looked to the door, smiling to himself. "But I knew, kid. I knew the first minute I seen her that your mother was the best girl in all Philly." He paused, pulling Robert into a hug. "And she gave me the best kid in the whole world." He leaned in to plant a big sloppy kiss on Robert's cheek. "Daaaaad! Gross." "I love ya, kid." "Love you too, Dad." "So what I'm saying is drop those bums, and don't give up on this girl." Rocky looked up at the ceiling, trying to be serious and failing miserably. "Y'know I think I've got a math joke you could use…" Robert grinned. "Oh, yeah?" "What does the Little Mermaid wear?" "I don't know, what?" "An algae-bra!" End file.	Rocky, Romance	Fanfiction	null	19,637	11,539.1
null	Rocky The Next Rocky Balboa The Next Rocky Balboa Written by Michael Manth Edited by Kyle Licht Ex-ex champ Rocky Balboa is now in his late 60's It has been 5 years since he got back in the ring and fought Mason "The Line" Dixon, the former heavy weight. He is clearly too old to fight now and his boxing career is over. His restaurant, named after his deceased wife, Adrian, is now closed. Heartbroken, Rocky leaves his hometown of Philadelphia and moves to Sanborn, New York. Rocky leaves his fame and boxing skills behind him keeping it a secret to avoid publicity. To him, the "Italian Stallion" is dead. Back in his hometown, his son Rocky Jr. and his brother in law, Paulie, convince the town to put up a statue in a tribute to Rocky on the steps that he climbed during his training. Paulie had the mayor engrave "Eye of the tiger" in the statue. Back in Sanborn, Rocky lived near the college, Niagara University. It's been a year or two since Rocky gave up boxing completely. In the college, 20-year-old Chris studied physical education to become a gym teacher. Unfortunately, Chris had to know every sport inside and out. He knew most of them already, so it wasn't a problem. That same month, he discovered that his teacher planned boxing for them. In Rocky's new home, he was in the basement looking through his boxes of old things. There were three boxes all labeled 'MEMORIES'. Opening them up, he realized that it was all of his old boxing things. There were newspaper articles, trophies, awards, and a picture of his statue. He opens up the second one and discovers special items. Such as, his title, Apollo Creed's boxing shorts, a picture of Adrian, etc. Something gold caught his eyes. He reaches in the box and pulls out golden boxing glove-cufflinks. His old trainer, Mickey, gave them to him. Under those were a pair of boxing gloves. Rocky tries them on, "They still fit." He says with bliss. All of the sudden, he was in a flashback punching Apollo Creed, Clubber, Ivan Drago, Tommy and Mason. Behind him was Mickey shouting for him all those years. "Get up 'cause Mickey loves you!" Rocky sits down and starts to cry. When he starts to feel better, he takes the medal and puts it around his neck. "Good to have you back Mick!" He says. Back at college, Chris Clubber and his class of 30 were learning boxing. He was up first against his foe, Kevin. Kevin was always beating Chris at everything, whether it was soccer, hockey, baseball, or football. Kevin was the top of the class beating Chris at everything. The coach blows his whistle and steps before all of the boys. "Ok girls! We are going to make this more fun. We are going to have a tournament, when we fight today; you will be ranked for the tournament." The bell rings. "Alright go take your lunch break. Chris walks outside the class and sees Kevin across the hall. Chris holds his fist up and runs at Kevin. Kevin jumps back and Chris falls on the ground. He stands up and prepares to throw another punch, but Kevin pops him in the nose. Chris grabs his nose and Kevin keeps hitting him in the face. He is in so much pain, that Chris can't even put his hands up. One punch, and it's lights out for him. Chris lay on the marble floor with blood dripping from his nose to the floor. Chris opens his eyes to see the nurse getting something. Chris has a pounding headache like you would never believe. His eyes are blurry as a figure steps closer to him. "You better learn boxing pretty quick because right now you have a zero and you're last in the tournament. Get a trainer or something, just shape up." It was the coach, no one else sounds as threatening as him. Chris shakes the blurry out of his eyes and sees Coach walking away. He then gets up and leaves the college without his car. Back at Rocky's, Rocky brought his old boxing gloves outside and starts punching a punching bag rapidly. Flashbacks start up again, he sees Apollo, Clubber, Drago all getting hit. Then, he thinks he is back in the ring with Mason Dixon getting punched. Mason punches Rocky waking him from his flashback. Chris walks along the neighborhood, passing Rocky's house. He saw Rocky punching in the backyard and runs up to his back gate. He watches Rocky going away at the bags, "Hey, you punch great!" Surprised, Rocky turns around and brusquely says, "What are you doing here?" Chris leans up against the fence, "I heard you boxing and came over to see you. You're really good," he benignly says. "My name's Chris. You know, I'm not so great at boxing. As you can see, this black eye says enough." Chris comically states. Rocky looks at him without even a grin. "There's this kid that beat me up named Kevin." Rocky still stares at Chris waiting for the actual question to come out. "So, I was wondering if you could be my trainer." Chris hesitantly asks trying to put the words together correctly. Once Chris said that, Rocky started remembering when he asked Mickey to be his trainer, training with Rocky, and working hard to earn the medal. Finally, Mickey's grave came up. Rocky wanted to pass on Mickey's teaching; almost liked he owed Mickey for all of this. He looks at Chris and nods his head, "Fine, I'll train you. We'll start right away." "Alright! Let's do this!" Chris screams jubilantly. "Start off by running 5 miles, go home and rest. You don't want to overwork yourself. You have a hard day tomorrow. Then, meet me in the backyard at 6:30 a.m." "What? That early?" He exclaims. But then he thinks about his school boxing. "Fine." Chris begins to leave, "Wait!" Chris stops. "I got breakfast covered. And by the way, my name is Rocky." Chris waves goodbye starting to run his 5 miles. The next morning, Chris stops by Rocky's house. "Man, I'm starving, what's for breakfast?" Chris asks Rocky walking in his backyard. Rocky hands Chris a cup filled with three raw eggs "Drink up." He says. Chris looks at it and takes a sip spitting it out immediately, "Yuck! What is this?" "Raw eggs, good protein." Rocky replies. "You expect me to drink this stuff?" Chris asks. "Yes, I do. If you want to learn boxing, then start here." Chris looks at it again, plugs his nose and gulps it down. After swallowing it, he shakes a bit. "I can't believe I drank that." Rocky starts training Chris hard, like he did with Mickey. Rocky had him hitting a punching bag, running 5 miles every day and things like that. Chris starts to get bored of all of the training exercises. As he hits the punching bag, Chris slows down in boredom and stops. "Can't I do something else? I'm ready." Chris says. "No, you're not doing right." Then, another flashback and Rocky was at Mickey's old gym practicing punching the punching bag. Mickey started screaming at Rocky, "Flip the jab! FLIP THE JAB!" Rocky comes out of it and looks at Chris. "You need to flip the jab." After practice, Rocky and Chris were talking. Chris says. "You know, my father loved this old boxer name the "Italian Stallion". He said this guy won the title twice and just a few years ago, he got back in the ring in his early 60's and fought the champion." Chris tells Rocky as if he wasn't the Italian Stallion. Rocky looks at Chris disregarding his former boxing title, "Yeah, I heard of the guy, he's a great fighter." Rocky doesn't want Chris to know about who Rocky really is. "So when are you fighting Kevin?" "In only two more days!" Chris says. Rocky looks at Chris confidently, "I think you're ready." He says positively. "Yes!" Chris screams with joy. "Can you watch my fight?" He asks. "Sure, why not." Rocky says. Rocky was in his basement again looking through his boxing things. His grabbed his title and out of nowhere came another flashback. He was back with his rematch with Apollo. They're both on the floor and the ref is counting _7,8,9. _Rocky gets up and wins the fight leaving Apollo on the ground and winning the title. At the top of his lungs, he yells, "Yo Adrian! I did it!" Rocky grins looking at his title followed by the phone ringing. It was his son, Rocky Jr.. He sounds kind of sad and upset, "Hey dad, Uncle Paulie just died." Rocky stops thinking for a moment and realizes how tragic his death was. Next day, Chris goes Rocky's house and sees a note on the front door. It says _Dear Chris, _ _There was a family death, I went back to Philadelphia. I hope you win the fight. _ _From Rocky._ At Rocky's hometown, he attends the funeral of Paulie. Rocky was asked to give his eulogy on Paulie. Rocky looks at the coffin and thinks. "You know guys, Paulie was stubborn, hotheaded, angry and drunk all of the time. But he was my best friend. I was stuck with him all of these years. Rest in peace my friend." Back in Sanborn, Chris goes on Youtube and looks up the Italian Stallion. There was a video of Rocky fighting. He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the fight. It was Rocky! It was Rocky vs. Mason. Chris thinks to himself, _It was Rocky all along. Rocky won the title and fought all of these fights dad talked about. He also lost his wife according to dad. Maybe that's why he is home. _ Chris looks out his window and says, "Oh wherever you are Rocky, good luck." In Philadelphia, Rocky decides to visit his old stomping grounds. First, he walks up to an old pet shop. That's where he met his wife, Adrian. He is in another flashback, talking to Adrian and making corny jokes. He snaps out of it and starts crying. Rocky pulls himself back together and notices Mickey's old gym. "How you doing Mick?" The Mighty Mic sign was so faded, you could hardly read the writing. Someone called for him, "Dad?" It was Rocky Jr.. Rocky looks at him, "Nice to see you son." "Dad, I just want to tell you that Paulie won the lottery before he died and bought a lot of beer and cigarettes. He also used the money to put your statue back up." Jr. says. "What?" Rocky says as they walk to the steps where he used to run. He sees a shiny version of himself. Rocky looks at the statue and comically says, "You look handsome." All of the sudden, he starts running up the steps, charging holding nothing back. He gets to the top and starts crying again. He looks up into the sky and screams, "Why am I still here? I LOST SO MUCH!" The flashbacks occur again, but this time, they are terrible. She sees Mickey dying, right in front of Apollo falling to his death, and Adrian's grave. _Adrian__. _He thought. Rocky sees their wedding and Rocky's son being born. The sky is getting darker and the sun is setting. Rocky looks up and falls to the ground instantly. In Sanborn, Chris is ready to fight Kevin. They stand in the gym and Chris says, "This is for Rocky." Chris gets in the ring and hers the bell. Kevin pounces at Chris trying to punch him in the nose, but Chris remembers Rocky told him _Twinkle Toes._ Chris hops out of the way dodging Kevin's punch. Suddenly, Chris throws a punch hitting Kevin straight in the nose. He starts bleeding, "Why you little!" Kevin says angrily. Kevin punches Chris in the gut knocking him on the ground. "1, 2, 3." The ref says. Chris stands up and starts punching Kevin randomly. Kevin blocks most of the punches but Chris doesn't stop punching. Chris starts remembering, "Flip the jab, flip the jab!" After a while, Kevin wasn't able to defend himself anymore giving Chris the advantage. Chris goes to the core and punches Kevin three times. The ref starts counting. "1,2,3,4,5." Kevin isn't appearing to get up. "6,7,8,9,10! You're out!" Chris yells, "That's what you get for messing with me!" Chris's teacher walks up to him, "Wow! How'd you get so good?" Chris looks at him smiling, "Rocky Balboa taught me." They both smile and Chris starts to yell proudly. End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	11,719	13,377.5
null	Rocky 1. School Days Rocky Balboa stood, back to the wall of the intimadating brick building, waiting for who he claimed was his heart and soul to come out. With his black jacket collar turned up, hat slanted to just the right angle, and black gloved hands bouncing a rubber ball, he was an intimadating presence himself. A group of women were gathered up to his left. He could hear snatches of thier whispered conversation and knew they were talking about him. "Ain't right..." and "...not fit..." He tried to tel himself that it didn't matter, but it did. If not for his sake, then for hers. Nosey old hags. What do they know anyways, huh? Nothing. "Rocky!" He was pulled from his thoughts by her sweet voice. He looked down at her and smiled. Black hair braided into pigtails, creamy smooth skin, big innocent brown eyes hidden behind blue wire rim glass that had cost too much, but had also made her happy, a cute little nose, and pink rose bud lips that were quick to smile. He knew that one day, he was going to be chasing boys off with a stick, cause she was going to be a real knockout. But at 6 years-old, she was happy just being Brother's little girl. "Hey, Ambri." He stuffed the ball in his pocket, then swung her up in his strong arms to kiss her soft cheek and hold her tight for a moment before setting her back down. "Ready to go?" She nodded and slipped her small hand into his large one. "Yep. Can we go see Miss Adrian at the pet shop?" "Yeah, sure," he agreed. Ambrianna wanting to look at the animals would be a good excuse to stop by and see Adrian today, since he already had enough fish and turtle food to last until the end of time. He took the tiny, at least in his hands, pink booksack from her shoulders. FIlled with the books she was determined to learn to read, papers for him to sign and return and Lolly, the rag doll she refuses to be away from, even to go to school, it was one her most favorite things. It was also heavy to her little arms and he knew it. "Wait, Brother, wait!" She stopped him just outside the schoolyard. "I want my Lolly. She's crying for me." He opened the backpack and pulled the doll out. She took it and hugged it close to her chest, then slipped one hand back into his grasp and held Lolly with the other. "Now I ready," she declared. He laughed and ruffled her hair before leading her down the dirty street towards the pet shop and eventually home. 2. Not many cares in the world Yet! Author's note: This chapter and the rest are set in Rocky Five and later, but there will be flashback scenes to things she is remembering. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, Aunt Sleepyhead, wake up!" 19- year-old Ambrianna was awaken by her 13 year-old nephew, Rocky Jr, or Robert as he now perferred to be called, jumping on her bed. She took her time about opening her eyes and looking at him. "What do you want, RJ?" "Did you forget what happens this morning?" he asked, impatiently, then realized what she had called him. "And don't call me RJ. MY name is Robert." "Your name," she corrected, yawning. "Is Rocky Jr. I was there when you were named. Rocky said you didn't have a name, and Paulie said that Paulie was a good name, and Rocky agreed but Adrian smiled and said how about after his father. Therefore, your name is Rocky Jr. RJ. And speaking of those three, they come home this morning. But not until 11:30. It's only," she looked at her bedside clock. "5:30. 5:30!! Boy, get out of here and go back to bed." She pulled the blanket up over her head. "Shut my door on your way out." When he didn't move, she sighed and pulled the blanket down again. "Yes?" "You know how it's been almost a year since we saw Dad and Uncle Paulie and almost that long since Mom was here?" He looked worried. "Yeah?" "Well, what if we've grown up so much they don't recognize us?" She laughed. "They'll recognize us. I'm sure Rocky'll be punchy for a few days, like he is after any big fight, but, he'd never be so punchy he wouldn't know us. Here, lay down." He crawled under the blankets and snuggled up against her, even though he would have died from embrassment if anyone else knew where he was. Ambri put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his temple. Just like she had been Rocky's heart and soul RJ was her heart and soul. "Everything's going to be just fine, you'll see." "Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "What time is it now?" "5:35." "5:35," he laughed. "I really am a dork, ain't I?" "Nah you're just excited about seeing the folks. I am too. I'm just tired. I got in late last night. Besides, you're a nerd, not a dork." "Thanks a lot, Aunt Ambri," he snorted. "Did you tell lover-boy that you'll have to start coming home earlier, now that Dad's going to be home? Dad won't stand anymore of your three and four a.m. appearances. OR all those love-bites on your neck." Her hand flew up to cover her neck. She was going to kill Damien. She had told him not to leave any marks. They had to go to a press conference after Rocky's plane landed! "Boy, please!! I'm nineteen!! I can whatever I want. I'm an adult now." "Yeah," he snickered. "We'll see about that when Dad gets home. I can't wait for him to see them. Or better yet, for him to meet Damien." 3. Not so Perfect World Rocky stepped out of the plane, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Adrian, where are the kids? I don't see the kids." "Keep looking," she replied. "They're here somewhere, I'm sure." Ambri and RJ were being sheilded from the press by airport security as they walked through the airport. They had been detianed inside until the plane had safely landed and now niether one could wait to get outside. As soon as they were out of the doors Robert broke away from security and ran to his parents. Ambri lagged behind, trying to manage a lady-like gait in skirt and high heels. Dresses definitely weren't her thing and she despised the heels, but today was special, so she had to suffer. Her attempts to be lady-like failed her, though, when Rocky let go of Robert and opened his arms to her. Being just a few steps away, she threw herself into them and hugged him tightly. "I missed you, Brother." "I missed you, too," he replied, swinging her around as he had done Robert. "Let me look at you." He held her out at arms length. "Oh, you're beautiful, you're beautiful. Did you get taller?" "It's the shoes," she laughed, holding out a lean, tanned leg to show off her shoes with thier three inch heels. "Hey, nice shoes," he commented before pulling her close and kissing her forehead. He slid his arm around her shoulder as they were ushered inside to the press conference. At the first camera flash, Ambri had to fight the urge to hide her face against Rocky's chest. Apperantly, somewhere between twelve and thirteen that had turned from being viewed as cute, to just plain weird by the press. Not that she had ever done it to be cute. Rocky's instant fame almost 13 years before was something she had found hard to get used to. Ten minutes later, she was seated beside RJ, listening to Rocky, Paulie, and Adrian answer questions. She nudged him with her foot, then smiled, resisting the urge to make a face at him. The last time she had to sit through one of these conferences, after Rocky had fought Clubber Lang, the press got a great shot of her and RJ making faces at each other. It ended up on the cover of the National Inquirer along with the headlines, "Rocky Balboa Battles His Out Of Control Sister." Please! She had only been trying to make RJ laugh. Of course, the article was only laughed at by the people who knew her, but that didn't keep the people who didn't from staring at her like she was going to rob the Neimen Marcus when she and Adrian went shopping the next week. "Uh, yeah, I definitely think that Doctors shouldn't fight," Rocky replied to a question about banning boxing. Before another word could be said though, George Washington Duke, fight promoter, extrodinary came in and up to the front to challenge Rocky to fight Union Kane. Rocky had just beaten the huge Ivan Drago, did that little pipsqueak Kane really think he stood a chance against her brother? Surely not! Adrian was on her feet in a flash. "My husband is officially retired." Yeah, right. Adrian had been trying to get Rocky to retire for as long as they had been married, but to no avail. He couldn't just quit. It was in his blood. She was beating her head against a brick wall on that one. Ambri had seven the first time she had heard them argue over it. Rocky had lost his job at the meat packing plant and had told Adrian he was thinking about fighting again. Even though they had thought they were alone in the basement, Ambri had snuck down the first few steps to hear what was going on. "Ah, ain't nobody going blind, honest," Rocky shrugged. "I see great like a beagle or something." "Oh Rocky, you gave me your word you wouldn't fight anymore." "Well, Adrian, I am a fighter, not to good but, that's what I do," he answered. "If we need the money, I could get a job," she replied. Ambri was sure she would never forget the look that crossed Rocky face then. It was a look of panic, then defeat, and utter humiliation. She had never seen him look like that in all of her seven years and has never seen it since but it scared her so badly, she raced up the steps and up to her bedroom not to have to see it. "I just wanted to say that the flight over was really nice," Rocky's voice broke the chaos and brought Ambri's mind back to the present. He spoke to Adrian, then to Robert Jr. and then to Ambri, he said, "Ambrianna, you're really beautiful. You've grown up real good. When our folks died, and you came to live with me, I didn't know how to raise you. I was scared that you, that I would make a mistake and you would end up no better me. But, you, you got a good brian, and class, and can't nobody every take that from you. Our folks I know that they'd be real proud of you, cause I'm real proud of you and I love you." She grinned at him and whispered, "I love you, too, Rocky." As quickly as they had been ushered in, they were rushed out to a waiting limo. A few more miles, a few more minutes, and they would be and all this foolishness, like Micky would say, would be over. That night, Ambri turned down her music, at Rocky's request only to hear Adrian on Paulie's case about something. She smiled, things were back to normal. She started to slip on her headphones when Adrain's words registered in her brain. She slowly crept into the hall, half-expecting to run into Rocky coming back to say goodnight. RJ had beaten her to the idea, crouching down in the one spot behind the balcony banister in the one spot where he could see what was going on in the front hall but not be seen from the front hall. "What's going on?" she whispered, kneeling down and huddling close to him. "Uncle Paulie screwed up." That was usual. "How?" "Something about an attorney." "What attorney?" "Dad's, I guess." She strained to hear more of the shouted, excited, but barely decipheral words. "Not an attorney," she whispered. "Power of attorney. Paulie signed away Rocky's power of attorney. Oh shit." "What does that mean?" "Means that he gave someone, namely thier accountant, the power to make legal decisions for Rocky and Adrian." "Like what?" "Everything from how his money should be sent, to wheter or not he should remain on life support, God-forbid he ever be on life-support." "Wow." "Yeah, wow." "Now what?" "I don't know, Robert, it depends on what all their accountant has done. I just don't know." She hugged him tight. "But don't worry. Rocky'll provide." End file.	Rocky, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	11,996	11,864.6
null	Rocky Rocky Legacy Part 2 Rocky Legacy Part 2 Dear Robert, By the time you've read this I will be dead. But before I die I have a few things to tell you. Do you remember the night I had to fight Tommy Gunn and when I was done you were so proud of me? That's how I feel about you and Marissa. When I found out about you and her I was full of joy. Looking at you and Marissa reminds me of Adrian and myself. I know someday she will be a wonderful wife and maybe even a wonderful mother. I always knew that you would grow up to be something amazing. And now that you have everything I must say goodbye. I love you son. From, Rocky Balboa Robert read the last line over and over again till he couldn't read it anymore. He stood up put on his coat and open the door. "Where are you going" Marissa said, "out" Robert said and gently closed the door. Chapter 2: Drinking My Troubles Away "Another round" Robert said to the barmaid behind the counter, "Are you sure? You've already had five shots." She said, "I can take it," He said. She reluctantly pulled out the bottle of tequila and filled his cup. "So what seems to be the problem" she said, "It's nothing," Robert said, "There's got to be a reason you're drinking so much tequila" She said, " My father, Rocky Balboa, you may have heard of him, died two years ago and I got this letter from him that I should have gotten a long time ago" Robert said, "Wait Rocky Balboa. THE Rocky Balboa" she said with a astonished look on her face, " The one and only" he said " Me and my mom worship Rocky. Do you think you could give us your autograph?" she said, "Why would you want my autograph I'm not my dad" he said, "Yes but you're his son that's an autograph nobody would ever think of having" she said, "But I'm not a boxer like him. I'm a doctor," he said, "This autograph could still be very valuable," she said, "Fine" he said while pulling out his pen, "There have a good night" "Thank you" she said with a huge smile on her face. Chapter 3: The Next Day "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was just upset" Robert said while pouring syrup on his pancakes, "It's ok," she said with a slight smile, After they ate their meal they went to the beach to relax. "This is nice Robert," Marissa said, "Yeah. I don't usually like the beach but for some reason sitting here feels so peaceful," he said, "Well that's good," she said, "Is that who I think it is," said an old man two chairs down Robert supposed the old man was talking to him and looked over at the old man only to be amazed "DUKE" he said The two men shook hands and sat down. "Marissa this is Tony Evers also known as "Duke" Robert said, "Is this the young lady your old man kept telling me about" Duke said, "Yep" he said "Wow nice to meet you Marissa" Duke said, "Thank you" she said, "So how's your dad" Duke said, "Oh…uh" Robert said, "What's wrong" Duke said, "Duke, he died two years ago," he said, "Oh…" Duke said, "I'm sorry I should have called and told you but I was still trying to pull myself together" Robert said, "It's alright I'm just so shocked I mean your dad was a great man and for him to die its just terrible" Duke said, "Why don't you join us for dinner" said Marissa, "I would be most grateful" Duke said, Chapter 4: Dinner "Dinner is served," said Marissa while placing the final tray on the table. Robert and Duke were astonished by all the food. There was a turkey, chicken stir fry, mashed potatoes, and home made mac and cheese. "Wow honey you really went all out tonight nice job" Robert said, "Thank you" she said, The three of them spent hours of eating and talking about every single one of Rocky's fights. Reliving every single moment of them. "Alright its best I be leaving" Duke said, "Are you sure you don't want to stay the night" Robert said, " No I got to get back to my family but thank you so much for dinner" Duke said, "Your welcome" Marissa said while closing the door, "You know what this night has made me feel so happy that all I want to do is think about my future with you" Robert said, "Well we still have to talk about kids," she said with a smile on her face, "How about now. Now feels like a good time to think about kids don't you think" he said, "Ok. I'll be in our room when you're ready" she said while slowly making her way to the bedroom. He quickly cleaned the dishes and made his way to the bedroom. 12 years later "Why are all the lights off?" said Matthew while opening the door, "SURPRISE" said a huge group of people in the house, "Happy birthday son" said his father, "Thank you" Matthew said with a huge smile on his face, Matthew was then pulled over to the table for pizza, ice cream, and cake. After he ate he was pulled over to the other room to play board games with his cousins and old friends. It was turning out to be the best birthday ever. Matthew then walked over for presents. He got a new baseball bat, vintage baseball cards of Barry Bonds, Mike Piazza, and Ken Griffey, and a new bike. "What do you say son" said Robert, "Thank you all for the wonderful gifts" said Matthew, "Your welcome" everyone said, Soon after that, everyone left leaving Matthew, his mom, and his dad alone in the house. "I hope you had a great birthday," Marissa said, "I did and I thank you for it" said Matthew, "Were glad your happy but there's one more gift that we want to give you" Robert said, "What" Matthew said? Robert ran down the hall and pulled out a dusty box from the shelf and handed it to Matthew. Matthew then opened it and found a golden necklace with a tiny golden glove at the bottom. "This was given to me by my father. His name was Rocky Balboa," said Robert, "Was he a boxer?" said Matthew, "He was the best boxer I have ever seen " Robert said "Wow thanks Dad" Matthew said, "Your welcome" Robert said before being interrupted by Marissa when she said " Matthew what is this" she said holding up a white t shirt with blood stains all over it. Matthew then started to get nervous. "Matthew is someone bothering you at school" Robert said with a concerned look on his face, "It's nothing," he said, "Matthew you can tell us anything" Robert said, "Okay fine. It was this kid at school. His name is Zack. I refused to give him my lunch money and he beat me up," Matthew said, "Did you fight back?" Robert said, "I don't know how to fight" Matthew said, Robert took a deep breath and said, "come with me were going on a walk" "Ok" said Matthew The two men were walking down the street when Robert sat Matthew down to talk. "Matthew I am proud of you for standing your ground against that bully but to stand your ground you have to fight back" Robert said, "But I don't know how to" Matthew said, Robert looked at his son with a look of deep thought wondering if it would be the right moment to tell Matthew about his family's legacy. "Lets go to the garage I need to show you something" Robert said, When they arrived at the garage, Robert took out a scrapbook from a dusty shelf. "This book has photos of every single one of your grandfathers fights" Robert said, "You said he was the best. How?" Matthew said, "Well first of all he fought the heavyweight champion of his time. That mans name was Apollo Creed" said Robert, "Wow" said Matthew, "He also fought the heavyweight champion before Apollo Creed. He was more of a challenge because Rocky lost to him in the first fight they had. Then Rocky had to learn a new style of boxing. And the man that taught him was Apollo himself" Robert said, "Wait, aren't they enemies after there boxing matches" Matthew said looking puzzled, "You got to understand Matthew that what happens in the ring stays in the ring," his father said, "Oh" Matthew said, "Then, after Rocky fought The Clubber he had to fight a man from Russia. But Apollo wanted some of the action and asked for an exhibition fight with Ivan Drago. This fight became the death of Apollo. Rocky still wasn't going to cancel the fight. He was going to fight Ivan for Apollo" Robert said, "But that's suicide I mean he saw what happened to Apollo is he crazy" Matthew said with an astonished look on his face, "He probably was crazy but to Rocky he was just a huge challenge. The fight planned to take place in Russia on Christmas. Rocky trained to his hardest and when the fight came he knew he was ready" Robert said, "What happened during the fight" Matthew said wanting to know every single detail, "While your grandfather was taking a pounding, he soon got the strength to fight back and when he did he was getting closer and closer to winning. And on the final round, round fifteen, he finally beat Ivan. He survived what people called the impossible" Robert said, "Whoa, he must have been your hero," said Matthew "He was" Robert said, "Was that fight the end of the line," Matthew said, "Not quite. You see many years later Rocky's wife, your grandmother, died of old age. He then spent one day every year going to all the places he spent with your grandmother. He would always spend time with Paulie and me at his Italian restaurant called Adrian's. We did this for a while until Rocky challenged the heavyweight champion, Mason Dixon or "The Line", to a boxing match" Robert said, "But he's so old now. Wouldn't that really hurt him?" Matthew said, "It would but your grandfather was so stubborn that he still went on with the fight. When he got in the ring, he fought better than I thought he would. And in the end, he was the winner. And that was finally his last boxing match. A year later he died in his sleep. This was around the time your mom and me were dating" Robert said, "So he just died" Matthew said, "Yes. Then, 2 years later, your mom was pregnant with you. We were so happy after you were born that we almost exploded with happiness" Robert said with a big smile on his face, "I really like my grandfather he was so awesome," said Matthew, "Glad you feel that way. But right now you need to go to bed, its midnight" Robert said, "Ok, goodnight" Matthew said, "Goodnight" his father said. Part 3 will be coming soon. Please Review End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	10,180	12,499.6
null	Rocky Rocky IV A Pinnicle-Mazz Production A BearFrog Fanfic Darkness. Pure darkness consumes all. Wait! A glimmer of silver has appeared. The whole world watches, as there is nothing else to see, as the silver object floats up. A boxing glove. A lone silver boxing glove, with so much power within it that no one wishes to feel its wrath. "ARRRGH!!" "Again! Again!" Suddenly, the rival to this glove appears. Another silver glove floats in the empty darkness. The glove has as much power as the other. The first glove begins to rotate and reveal itself, showing it's red and white stripes alongside it's white stars engulfed in blue proudly. The other glove shows it colors proudly too. A red background with a yellow symbol, that of a star, a hammer and a sickle. This symbol became weak in the 90s but has come back, and it's powerful. "He's getting killed out there!" "No he's not getting killed, he's getting him mad!" The two gloves charge toward one another. The hatred they hold for each other is beyond comprehension. The two fists meet and as they impact an explosion of fury erupts. Risin up,back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive "Come on! Whole world's watching, knock me out! Come on, knock me out!" yelled Rocky. Clubber hit Rocky hard in the back. Rocky smugly said "Hit me harder! Come on!" Clubber responded by giving him another blow to the side of Rocky's gut. Apollo's trainer cried out to Rocky screaming "Noooo!" Clubber unleashed a hard left to Rocky's defensive arms. His white mouthpiece was a combo of disgusting red and yellow. His mouth opened wide before the next hit, which was a right to Rocky's guarding arms. He managed to get Rocky in the back of the head. Rocky was now moving away from Clubber, even as another punch was hit on the back of his head. So many times, it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive "Come on champ! Ain't so bad! Ain't so bad! Ain't nothin'!" yelled Rocky as he tried to move his injured mouth, which was difficult with blood dripping into his mouth. Rocky was backed into a corner. Clubber's blows kept missing. Rocky had planned this and began attacking Clubber and moving out of the corner. Then with one huge blow, Rocky punched Clubber Lang in the head, and the behemoth fell to the ground. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night Clubber Lang got on his hands and knees and began shaking his head to regain some focus. He did around the first second he was on the ground. He looked up into Rocky's eyes and saw something that wasn't there before. "Stay down…" cried Taarin. Those eyes…they once were his. Rocky had Clubber's eyes. Clubber never had blue eyes, but the look…Clubber had looked for it in the mirror everyday and could not find it. He now knew what that look was. He lost the Eye of the Tiger. He knew he had no chance of winning the fight. In shock, he stayed there for the full ten seconds. Rocky Pinnicle regained his title. He jumped up in the air with joy and the ring was flooded with his friends. And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger… Rocky IV Starring Rocky Pinnicle "Come on, we made a deal!" said Apollo as they entered the dark gym and walked towards the ring. Apollo was wearing red shorts while Rocky was wearing yellow. "I know, but this is extremely crazy." Apollo Creed "I know, it's mentally irregular. But it makes all the sense in the world. You owe me a favor." John Mazz "I know, but when did you think of this?" "About three years ago. Last time you beat by one second, one second. That's hard for someone of my intelligence to handle." "I thought you said that after I beat you, you learned to live with it." Ivan Drago "I lied." Said Apollo jocundly as they entered the ring. "So this is just to prove it to yourself, huh? "That's right. No T.V.s, no camera crews, no crowd. Just you, me and the ring." And Bob as Bob "You sure you want to do this? You taught me all you know." "Almost everything. You fight great but I am a great fighter." Said Apollo as he put his mouthpiece in. "You wanna ring the bell?" Rocky asked. "Sure. Ding, Ding." Said Apollo as he moved his left arm in the air jokingly. "Wow, looking smooth." "I taught you well, Mountain." "I might aim for the wrong guy." And then the two threw a punch at the other's head at the exact same moment. That fight, which not even I know the outcome of, was one of Pinnicle's greatest bouts… "Rocky IV" written by Sylvester Stallone Neptune Circle created by Rocky Pinnicle and John Mazz Fanfiction written by BearFrog The television suddenly blinks on. A yellow city appears on the t.v. with jazzy music in the background. "From NBC Studios in New York… Late Night with Conan O' Brien! Tonight, from the hit t-v show 'Cooking with James'…Migos Username! Also tonight, the author of many great horror stories… Bovine Sith! Last but not least, Heavyweight Boxing Champion of the world and one of the best flash artists ever…Rocky Pinnicle! Musical Guest Papa Roach!" Suddenly the scene shifts to inside the room where the magic takes place. "With Max Weinberg and the Max Weinberg Seven! And here he is…your O' Brien!" yelled the announcer as the screen moved to the area where Conan does his monologue each night. He did his usual strange dance, with the licking of his hair and the music intensifying and finishing off with a big jump, which ended the music. A little bit of drumming was done as Conan moved around a bit but that's all the music that was given. The applause was gigantic, since Pinnicle had a huge fanbase. "Wow. Let me tell you folks right now that you are in for a great show. Lots to talk about, let's start off with some world news. Recently the Soviet Union has reformed, I'm sure you've all heard about this. All the former Soviet Republics have been keeping real quiet for months and then suddenly told the world society that the U.S.S.R. is back. " The crowd was pretty quiet about Conan's statement. They all had heard about it. The Cold War was back on. "Yeah, pretty amazing isn't it? The first thing they said after they declared the reformation was 'You can keep the girls we sent you.' " The crowd gave a faint giggle. "Hey, you've got the easy job! I've got to say these jokes!" screamed Conan. "But seriously, we have a great show tonight. I say that every night because I have to, but tonight we really have a great show. We have Migo from the show Cooking with James." Conan said and the crowd cheered madly. "Good show, good show. Also tonight we have someone who is very interesting. If any of you can read you might know about his great books. We will be having Bovine Sith on our show tonight!" Conan told the crowd. Once the wave of cheers faded he started talking again. "Also tonight we have the heavyweight champion making his first press appearance after his victory of Clubber Lang three weeks ago…Rocky Pinnicle!" The crowd let out it's biggest cheer yet. "And finally we'll have musical guest Papa Roach! And here's Max Weinberg and the Max Weinberg Seven!" yelled Conan as he pointed to Max and his band who began playing as Conan went to his seat. "Now as you all know, unless you're like that chick from 50 First Dates and have crappy memory, the Soviet Union has reformed itself. It even has China under its rule. The only former Soviet republic not a part of the new U.S.S.R. is Germany. Now here is one question I have to ask: How did we miss that? How can you not notice the biggest Communist Empire in the world rebuilding itself? This isn't the kind of thing that just sneaks up on you. But on a positive note, at least it's just the Soviet Union. It's not like the Roman Empire. This country has never done anything wrong and to prove it we're going to show you a special tribute to this great country. Let's take a look." A video plays, playing happy music as it shows clips of all the terrible things the Soviets did to its people, like slave labor and no rights and concentration camps. It also shows all the horrible things the Soviet countries have done. After watching the video, Conan was seen laughing and said "We are going to get so many angry letters tonight." Conan said, laughing. The crowd laughed at this too. "Our fist guest tonight is from the one cooking show that has actual humor and real food. From the hit t.v. show 'Cooking with James' , the co-star of the show. Migos Username! Migo!" yelled Conan. Migo walked into the room and waved at the crowd as they cheered him on. He sat down on his seat comfortably, shook hands with Conan and began the interview. "It's a pleasure to have you here. It really is. I just love your show." "Thanks." "I think the show is pure genius. It has real comedy and real food in the same show which is very hard to find. But I have to ask you one question:" "Sure." "Do you think that the only reason people watch it is because of Rocky Pinnicle's cameos?" "Well, I think that is the reason some boxing fans watch it." "Some boxing fans? What do the other ones watch for? I'm a boxing fan and the only reason I got into the show was because I heard Rocky was on it." "Well that's what get's them in, but then we keep them with our humor and good recipes." " I've noticed Rocky doesn't seem to like much of what you have on the show. You want to share with us one of his favorite recipes?" "Rocky really likes the Boxer's Drink." "And what is that? Gatorade or Powerade?" "Actually, it's egg yolk in a glass." Migo said as the crowd cried "iwwww." In disgust. "Egg yolk in a glass?" said Conan with a semi-snorting laugh. "Yes. You take some eggs, and you crack them. And then the egg yolk goes into the glass. And then you drink it." "This sounds like something my wife made once." "Would you like to try some?" "You know, I would but we are out of eggs in the NBC studios kitchen. Brokaw ate them all before he left, so-" "I've got some eggs Conan!" yelled Max as he held up a box of eggs. "…I'm not gonna even ask why you have those with you." Conan said to Max which was followed by laughter from the crowd. "But still, I don't have glass." "It just so happens that I have a glass." Said Migo. "You have a glass with you? Where do you people keep this stuff?" "I don't have it with me, but I can summon it. James taught me a little bit of the dark arts." "Really? This should be interesting. Let's see your dark magic." Migo's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The lights flickered on and off until they went off entirely. Then a puff of yellow smoke appeared and the lights turned on. And on Conan's desk and a scary gauntlet appeared on the desk. "Well, crap. I knew I should've had coffee tonight! Oh well, crack the eggs." The eggs were cracked. And then Conan drank the drink. "What do you think?" "There's a reason Rocky Pinnicle can handle anything." Conan mumbled queezily. The crowd laughed. "Migo, everybody! When we come back, Bovine Sith will be here!" Conan told the audience truthfully. For when the commercials were done and over with, Conan and Migo sat waiting for Bovine. "Our second guest tonight is an author who makes Stephen King seem like A.A. Milne. Presenting Bovine Sith!" yelled Conan as the dark figure loomed into his seat, shaking Migo's hand as Migo moved to another seat, and shaking Conan's afterward. "It's great to have you here." "It's great to be here." "You have a very interesting name. How did you come up with such a name?" "Well, I had an obsession with cows and took the name Darth Cow. Eventually I expanded on that name with Bovine Sith." "I went through a cow phase myself." "Really?" "Yes, but it ended after a big incident with three midgets and a Canadian officer." The crowd laughed at the comment. "So I understand you know Rocky Pinnicle?" "To an extent. I've mostly just written stories about him and the cast of NC on the Neptune Circle forums." "I joined the forums." "Did you?" "Yes. John Stewart and me joined. He said we could pick up chicks." "John Stewart lied. And aren't you married?" "I wasn't looking for me. I was looking for Triumph. He's very shy online." "That's surprising. So did you read any of my stories?" "I've read a few of your stories and let me just say this: you have a sick and twisted mind." Conan said and got a laugh. "I saw Gigli and this gave me even more nightmares." "Still using Gigli jokes?" "Well, they made me write the jokes for this one." "Ah." "But seriously, you write some pretty vivid stuff. Your most famous story is very scary, very well written and very suspenseful. But here is one thing I have to ask. Why wasn't P.J. the villain?" "P.J. just doesn't make a good villain." "But P.J. is cool!" "P.J. is funny, not evil." "We can debate this all night. I've got the time. I usually have time to kill so we can fight about this all night!" the crowd cheered. "Any other comments?" "It took very long for me to figure out who the killer was. At one point I just skipped the last chapter and started reading backwards until I found out who the killer was." "Well Conan, I wanted to try and keep the killer a secret as long as possible to increase the dramatic effect." "Well, that just got me angry. I'm used to just talking to movie stars, but for you I had to actually expand my mind." "Heh. Sorry about that." "Now, you've written some other works on the site. Are there any you are particularly proud of? I, myself, enjoyed Fortune Teller Sith." "Really?" "Yes." "I didn't like that one. I felt I could've done better. It felt like I just threw it together." "Well, I'm not saying it's better than Lord of the Yanmas. I think your fic is an excellent piece of work." "It probably is." "It probably is. How many people say that about their work besides the president?" "Heh. No, it's not that it isn't a good piece of work. Far from it, it's just that people's worst critics are usually themselves." "You haven't watched this show before, have you?" "Okay, second worst critic." "Thank you!" "Heh. So I was listening to your monologue and you might not have known about this little piece of info. China is part of the Soviet Union. And of course Cuba is, who happens to be right by us." "Well we all knew about Cuba. But you are saying that China is now part of the Soviet? China is already huge!" "I know. There seems to be a sort of power struggle going on within the government between the Russians and the Chinese. The Chinese only joined because of debt problems, but they want to take control and be the supreme nation in the union." "Wow. I didn't know that. Would you look at that? We are out of time. It's been great having you here." Said Conan as he shook Bovine's hand. "I'll still be here after commercials." "I know, but most celebs can't wait to get out of here so it's sort of a habit. Bovine Sith everybody! When we get back, the world heavyweight champion of boxing Rocky Pinnicle!" Thus did the commercials air. And then it came time for Rocky to appear. "Our next guest tonight is the heavyweight champion of the world. He just defeated his most fearsome opponent he has ever faced, Clubber Lang, and won back the title. The Mountain Peak…Rocky Pinnicle! Rocky!" yelled Conan as the band began playing Rocky's theme. Rocky came out, wearing a early twenties hat and sporting a black eye to go with it. He smiled as he waved to the people and happily shook the hands of Conan, Migo and Bovine before he sat down. "It's an honor to have you on this show." "Tha-" "And I'm not just saying that so you won't beat me up." Rocky gave a hearty laugh to Conan's jest before the Irish comedian continued. "That is a nice hat. I wish I hat a hat like that." "Thank you." "It'd be nice but my hair would just sorta pop it off after it was on my head for three seconds." Yet again Conan got laughs. "So where'd you get the hat?" "A friend gave it to me." "You didn't have a black eye after the fight. Where'd you get the black eye?" "Same friend." Rocky said. This time the crowd laughed at Rocky's true joke. "You have some pretty screwed up friends." Said Conan. The crowd laughed as they began to think of the cast of Neptune Circle. "You wanna know something?" "What?" "Even now that I'm so famous, we've only sold about 3 pieces of merchandise on the site, not including the ones we bought for ourselves." "Wow. That is pathetic." Said the talk show host as the crowd burst with laughter. "Maybe you should try getting professional models as opposed to that one angry looking kid." "I've been thinking about it, y'know. It costs a lot to keep the site running and we need the money from the merchandise." "But you are the heavyweight champ. You do get paid a lot." "That is true. The job pays well. But all the money I get goes straight to charity." "Wow. You're a nice guy, taking all those hits for others. Rocky, I heard that you were going to retire. Is this true? Will the final bout that Rocky gives us be Rocky Pinnicle vs Clubber Lang?" "Well, I was going to retire because I don't want to get used to all that fancy living and such, y'know? It gets ya weak. So then I decided that I would start a charity foundation and put all of my boxing earnings into that. So boxing would just be my hobby of sorts." "Your hobby?" "Yes." "As long as you aren't retiring, that's good with me. So what do you think about the whole Soviet situation." "Well…Tssh. To bad Maci isn't here. I myself don't really care much about the new Cold War. I never understood all the fear and hatred. I say that we should all just be peaceful." "This is coming from a guy who fights people for a hobby." "Hahahaha," Laughed Rocky. "What do you plan on doing once your career is over with?" "Well, I was hoping to make a living off of my flash skills." "You are a skilled flash artist. I hope it works out for you." "Thanks." "Rocky Pinnicle everybody!" Conan yelled loudly. After the commercials he introduced Papa Roach and allowed him to play his song. "Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation no breathing Dont give a #$ if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my life into pieces I've reached my last resort Suffocation no breathing Don't give a#$ if I cut my arm bleeding Do you even care if I die pleading Would it be wrong, would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight And I'm contemplating suicide Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish some body would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine I never realized I was spread to thin Till it was to late and I was empty within Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin Downward spiral, where do I begin It all started when I lost my mother No love for myself and no love from another Searching to find a love up on a higher level Finding nothing but questions and devils Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish some body would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I'm crying I'm crying I'm crying I'm crying I cant go on living this way Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation no breathing Don't give a #$ if I cut my arm bleeding Would it be wrong would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight And I'm contemplating suicide Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I CAN'T GO ON LIVING THIS LIFE Can't go on Living this way Nothing's alright" Conan and the other walked on the stage after the song was over. "I'd like to thank all of our guests! Rocky Pinnicle, Migo, Bovine Sith, and Papa Roach! See you all next week!" yelled Conan as the show ended and the credits rolled. Conan headed to the parking lot while Rocky, Migo and Bovine headed to the roof. "You guys coming over for John's birthday?" asked Rocky. "That's tonight?" asked Migo. "Yeah." Replied Rocky. "I'm not sure I can come. I've got homework. Plus I live pretty far away." Migo said quietly. "Come on! You guys can stop for a few minutes to wish him a happy birthday!" "But my present is at my house." Bovine retorted. "Same here." Migo chimed. "Well let's hurry up and grab those gifts! I'll go with Migo and give him a Kamehameha boost to his house. You meet us at John's, okay?" "Got it." Replied Bovine Sith. Thus did all of them fly into the night sky. Ten minutes later they all arrived at John's front door. Rocky grabbed the doorknob and lead them in. Shalashaska and James were sitting on the couch, watching Buff the Vampire Slayer. Eyes glued to the screen, they did not even notice Rocky and the others enter the room. "Hey, guys." Rocky said as he casually entered. "Shhh!" screamed James, who had not yet seen this episode. Shala had seen every episode, yet he enjoyed the occasional re-run. "We're here." Rocky told everyone in the room. "Rocky! Hey, what's up?" asked James as he got up. "Nothing much. We were on Conan's show." "Really? We missed it. Buffy Marathon, y'know." Shala said to Rocky. "Don't worry, I have the VCR set upstairs." Rocky grinned. "I'm glad you're here because I was getting hungry." Said James as his stomach growled. The group went into the dining room, where John sat, making some sort of flash on his laptop. "I've had time to make three games." John muttered when he heard them enter, not even looking up from his laptop. "Sorry, we're late." Rocky told John cheerfully. John closed the file and shutdown his laptop. "If we waited any longer it'd be my next birthday." Said John as he closed the laptop. "Bovine, Migo! Glad you could make it!" "We can't stay long. We got to head home. We just came to wish you a happy birthday and drop off our presents." "Thanks guys." Said John as they set down the gifts on the gift table. "Happy birthday." Migo said as he left. "Happy Birthday." Bovine said as he left. And then the room was silent, except for P.J. lazily twirling a noise-maker. Rocky then asked John "Are you ready for your present?" "Is it in the driveway?" asked John. "Here, limme dim the lights to set the mood." Said Rocky as the lights dimmed. Suddenly, Boot hovered in, holding John's cakes and with techno music coming out of it's speakers. "What? The cake?" asked John quizzically. "No, not the cake! Can't you tell that I rewired Boot to make him run more efficiently?" asked Rocky. John looked at Boot. "I can tell by the slight glitter build up on the outside that you tried switching the X and Z cables with Carbon based fluid as opposed to Oxygen based fluid. However the energy burst is only temporary and harmful if used for too long. But a nice attempt." Rock sighed. What could he get a computer genius that the genius couldn't make it himself in five minutes. John looked at the cake that Boot set down. He made a mental note to fix Boot as he looked at his cake, with a picture of the flash version of himself on the cake, except wearing a ninja outfit but no mask on his head. "That's a good lookin' guy." John joked as the cake was cut and the pieces were handed out to everyone in the room. After that, it was time to open presents. P.J. had gotten John a hat in which you can drink beverages without hands. Migo had gotten John a cookbook. James got John a very long chain. Chad got John some underwear (thankfully unused). Maci gave John a M-16. Bob gave John a dead Squirrel. Clarence gave John a fruitcake. Taarin and Cat had given John a big box of chocolates. Shala got John a copy of Chrono Trigger. Boot gave John an upgrade on John' laptop. Bovine Sith gave John a Smart Board, which John of course loved since he could see his flash movies on a screen bigger than a television. Fargoth and Cyber B made John a flash movie together using sprites Cyber made. "Well, that's all of them." John said, happy with his presents. "Wait, there's one more." Said Cat as she picked up the last present which seemed to be the size of one of the newer Harry Potter books. John grabbed it and looked at the label. It was from BearFrog. "BearFrog? I didn't see him come here." Said John as he tore open the present to find to video tapes. One was labeled 'A Christmas Carol' and the other was labeled 'Fight Remix'. John laughed at loud as he remembered when BearFrog had told him about these tapes. A Christmas Carol was a school project when he used Video from RPG Maker and Audio from The Muppet Christmas Carol. Fight Remix was a video tape with an hour of non-stop fighting. John set them down and noticed a sticky note on the back of Fight Remix. John tore it off and began reading. I Dear John, Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy the presents. I'm sorry I could not join you on this occasion, but I have very important matters to attend to. I'll see ya later. -BearFrog /I BearFrog was in China. He was with the rest of the crowd who were all on the Great Wall. Next to the wall, a ring had been made. This ring was to host the Soviet Union's Heavyweight World Amateur Championship Boxing Match. This match was Communist vs Communist, Russia vs China. This fight was not only going to decide their champion, but also which side would take political control. This bet had many people anxious. However, almost nobody in the outside world knew about the wager, let alone the match. Yet BearFrog did know, and he was there. He had to see if the rumors were true. He had to see the… Super Warriors. Suddenly, music began playing. Very light music, played on some sort of string instrument. Then BearFrog saw the first contestant walk towards the ring, punching the air as he moved. He was wearing no robe, but he was wearing red shorts with yellow stars. His gloves were the same too. His face was a little deformed and he had very large eyes. The Asian man punched the air real hard so anyone who knew enough about Ki could feel his power. And BearFrog felt it. The power this fighter had was a little bit shocking, but still it was probably just the one boxer. The rumor about the Super Warriors couldn't be true… The man stood in the ring as he waited for his Russian rival to enter the ring. He danced around as he waited. Then suddenly, a hole in the ground opened up. Smoke appeared. Nobody could see. Then the smoke cleared and the giant behemoth of a Russian stood in his corner of the ring, eyes staring at nothing in particular. His crew was right there behind him. The Russian had his blonde hair raised so it looked like a crew cut. His size, over seven feet. His muscles, gigantic. His emotion, none. And his shorts, depicting his nation's symbol of a hammer and sickle with a star. BearFrog could feel no energy specialties for this one and assumed Joe Chan would easily win. " Ladies and Gentleman! " cried the Russian announcer. BearFrog got an F in Russian class, but was glad he at least knew some of the language so perhaps he could find out a little about the opponents. " Welcome boxing comrade vs comrade. " BearFrog heard the announcer say. He silently cursed himself for not trying harder in Russian class. He did try hard, true, but not as hard as he could have. He focused himself more and tried to grasp what the man was saying. " Tonight great match. In Red corner, from Cheng Du, China and weighing 86 kilos, The Eastern Dragon: Quick Fists Joe Chan! " cried the announcer as he pointed to the thin Asian. " And in the yellow corner, from Moscow Russia! Weighing in at 118 kilos, The Siberian Bull! Ivan Drago! !" BearFrog looked intensely at Drago. Drago seemed so emotionless, and yet…so powerful. The presence BearFrog felt was one that could only be felt if one had a true understanding of Ki, for Ivan's Ki was well hidden. Surpressed. Yet BearFrog could feel the destructive power and had now assumed the victor, but he knew to never count out the little guy. The fight began with the ringing of a bell. Ivan and Joe circled each other, trying to get a feel for their opponent. Chan decided to throw a few test punches at Drago. A right to the head. Another right to the head. And another right. Then a left. "How can this short guy's arms reach up there?" BearFrog said aloud in his natural tongue. Someone turned and looked at BearFrog face and then walked toward a Chinese soldier. The officer came up behind BearFrog and put his hand on BearFrog's shoulder. BearFrog's turned quickly. " Excuse me, sir but I will need you to come with me. " the man said in Chinese, which BearFrog did not understand in the least. "No hablo ingles, I mean uhh…" BearFrog said struggling to find the right words in Russian. "American!" yelled the Chinese man in a way that BearFrog could clearly understand. He jumped off of the tower and landed ringside. They began shooting at BearFrog until a Russian politician of some sort shouted at them and apparently told them to stop shooting. However, the men did come to attack the alien. Joe Chan was wondering why his opponent was standing there taking blows. Joe began throwing hard punches and yet the giant remained still. He began giving all he had and then suddenly, he felt a gigantic blow to the gut. One punch knocked him down in the first round. Joe lost. "I don't want to hurt anyone, so please don't fight me." BearFrog told them calmly. Even if they could understand, the response would have been the same. The group of soldiers attacked BearFrog with broadswords in hand. BearFrog easily dodged all of the blows and defeated all the guards by pushing on a pressure point in the back of their necks, which put all of them in a temporary coma. " Our comrade won the fight, so we get control as agreed. " the Russian Premier said to the Chinese leader. The fat man grumbled at that but nodded. " Wow, what skill. " commented one Chinese politician. " Yes, Ivan fought amazingly. " the new leader cried happily. " No, that intruder. His skill is amazing. " The Premier looked out of the glass booth and saw the intruder. It was obviously a young American, but his skill was quite interesting. Not all Americans even knew about Ki and yet this one understood it. Well. " Why don't we have a little fun? " the Premier suggested as he took out his cell phone. At ringside, Ivan's trainer took out his phone and understood the instructions. Just as BearFrog tried to leave, Ivan exited the ring and punched at BearFrog who jumped up and landed on Ivan's outstretched arm and then kicked Ivan in the face before jumping to the ground. But the kick seemed to do nothing. " Well, you're pretty strong aren't you? " said BearFrog grinning. Ivan responded by throwing punches at BearFrog, who dodged them by jumping backwards. Then he was up against the wall. Ivan threw a punch and BearFrog jumped over Ivan, whose punch made a huge dent in the wall. " Stop toying with him, Ivan! " yelled his trainer. "Toying with m-oof!" cried Bearfrog as he felt a large hand punch him in the gut. BearFrog fell to the ground, coughing up blood. Ivan loomed over him. Just as he was about to finish him, BearFrog got up. He got on his feet, and looked at Ivan intensely. The politicians were shocked that he got up. Joe Chan, the Chinese champ couldn't even go that far against Ivan. "Hammer Fist!!" yelled BearFrog as he jumped in the air and chopped Ivan hard on the skull with a clenched fist. No damage. Ivan then punched BearFrog in the head. BearFrog managed to stay up for about five punches before he fell to the ground and faded into darkness. B Two Months Later… /B "I can't figure out what the problem is." Rocky said as he paced back and forth. John began typing things on the computer and found that it did nothing. The screen remained a glowing blue. John did not want to admit it to Rocky, but the same thing had happened to his computer too and he had no idea how to fix it. His frustration was easily seen. "Chill out man, okay? Why don't you take a break and read one of my magazines for a while." "Sounds good. Anything new?" "I didn't really look at the mail but I'm due for a new Sports Illustrated." John gave a grunt as he got up from the couch and then suddenly gasped when he noticed he was sitting on a sleeping Chad. "Chad! I'm sorry, I didn't see you! Are you okay?" cried John as Chad opened his eyes slightly. "Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…" While John was talking to Chad, Rocky shuffled through the mail and tossed John his new Sports Illustrated. On the cover was Ivan Drago. It was a close up of his head. He wasn't looking at the camera, which took the picture of him on his side. He seemed to be staring at nothing. The cover story was "Russians Invade U.S. Sports" "What?! The Soviet Union is sending athletes into our sports?!" John said frantically as he turned to read the article. "What's the big deal?" "This is the first contact we've had with the new Soviet Union except for their declare of independence!" Rocky still didn't understand what the big deal was and decided he might as well read and hope that clears things up for him. The article was called "Smash and Splash". The article explained that a Soviet was entering boxing. The article was about the boxer, Ivan Drago who was currently the champion in the Soviet Union and was referred to as "The World Heavyweight Amateur Champion". John pointed out to Rocky that Drago was married to a famous Olympic swimmer from the Soviet Union who was coming, but Rocky didn't seem to notice why that piece of information was important. "Look! It says that they are landing today, with the Russian Premier!" John cried. The article was correct. The plane landed in Los Angeles, California. Thus did the trio exit the plane, along with other Russians and Chinese men, and faced a media swarm once they entered the airport. "How long are you here for?" "Can I ask you a few questions?" "When will your first fight be?" The reporters were pushed back by security and the only response they got from the communists was from their leader who simply said "We talk later." "Why is the Soviet Union entering professional sports?" "We shall answer all questions at the conference!" the premier told the crowd as they walked. At the same time in the same city, Apollo was in his pool, relaxing. He was playing fetch with his three golden retrievers and having a fun time. The television he had outside near the pool was on, and a commercial for catfish was on. It had quite a pleasant tune. After the commercial ended the real show was on. "Today, Russia has told the world that they will be throwing their hat into the ring. The prize ring, that is." The reporter announced. Apollo turned his attention to the television. "The announcement was made by Ludmilla Drago, she was the double gold medalist in swimming." The screen switched and showed a beautiful blonde woman with short hair and big blue eyes. She was speaking. "Today the Soviet Union has officially entered professional boxing. My husband and great undefeated World Heavyweight Amateur Champion, Captain Ivan Drago," she said as the camera switched to large man wearing a soviet officer uniform. "Has come here with his trainers to compete as an international sportsman and an ambassador of good will." "Has Drago ever faced off against a real professional?" asked one reporter. "From being trained in Russia by great boxing coach Manuel Rega and now by Sergi Rimski, " she said as the camera switched to the trainers, who seemed to be in their late fifties or early sixties. "We can only hope that he is qualified to do so." "Hope?" "Well, I know he is but we don't want to sound too confident." "If possible," the premier began, "We would like to have an exhibition bout with your famous champion, Rocky Pinnicle." "What makes you think he can defeat Rocky Pinnicle?" "There is nobody who can match his speed, endurance or his aggressiveness." "You make it sound like he is indestructible." "Yes, he is." The screen switched back to the main room. "Well, can this behemoth who has already been nicknamed 'The Siberian Bull' wreak havoc upon the professional ranks? Only time will tell." Apollo looked at the screen angrily and tossed the ball out of the pool. He hit the water as he swam towards the steps to exit. Ring! Ring! Ring! "Hello?" "John, do you think you could help me? Something's wrong with my computer. It's just a blank blue screen." Asked Jester on the phone. "Rea-Hold on, I've got another call." Said John as he pushed the button. "Hello?" "Hey, John I think my computer has a virus or something." Said Iblackedout. "A virus! That's it!" yelled John. "I'll get back to you later!" he yelled to IBO and Jester and at the same time (he pushed the 3-way calling button so he wouldn't have to repeat his message. John ran up to his room and saw Boot lying on the ground. "Boot?! Are you okay?!" John asked. John got no response and realized that this strange virus must have gotten Boot too. John was worried so he flipped on to the news and saw that his fears were confirmed. "Every Computer in the United States and many other nations seems to be infected with some sort of virus. All the computer factories are shut down due to technical errors with the computers they use, and thus no computer can be used at this time." Said the reporter nervously. John had to fix this problem fast, or this would cause mass hysteria. John quickly took out spare parts from his television, phone, microwave, radio and typewriter to make a new computer from scratch. He hooked it up to his smart board so he could have a screen to look at as he entered his text (nothing to make a mouse was available) to search the net. The virus seemed to be on the entire internet. Every site with English text was replaced by a swirling black vortex page. John decided he might as well hack into this page and see what he could find. Code html x swf.file/ 834647/ fmx/ 86586/ 9092746759575663/ -vnrir-05nw/h4ckorzf113/ AOB/$8h B Access Denied /B "What the? That's my best hacking code! Maybe there is a firewall against it. I guess I'll try out my old one." Code fhgnGR4g56748n$G :/hdnrtj4984n/jrhn483&46fvuy3#5/omega.htm B Access Denied /B "Gah. Whoever did this is good. I guess I have no choice." John said to himself. He had no choice but use a virus to destroy it. It was very risky, since his virus threatened to destroy the entire online world, but he had no choice but to send it out. He had to time this right and destroy his virus as soon as it destroys the current virus, or else his creation will surely destroy the entire internet in a matter of minutes. Upload File: My Computer:My Documents: apocalypse.vrs The file was put on the internet. It floated around the cyberspace looking for the biggest thing it could devour. It then saw the gigantic virus that was plaguing computer users all across the globe and decided to make that become its first meal. John began to sweat profusely. His hands twitched on the near the keyboard as he waited for his virus to attack. Slowly his virus entered the demonic web page that held the virus. His virus appeared on the screen. "Dadadadada! MMMMMBOB!" cried the 16-bit pixilated Bob as it thunder shocked the virus and then began to eat it. "Tastes like squirrelie!" Upload File: My Computer:My Documents: savior.avrs The virus that caused blue screens was gone. Now a new virus remained. But it was soon defeated by the anti-virus which John made. A 16-bit pixilated Squirrel John made. "Die Squirrelie!" yelled Bob as she did a thundershock to the squirrel. The anti-virus fell down and had swirly eyes, until Bob walked up to it and ate it. The Squirrel, however, was toxic to the virus. Bob turned purple and fell down and said "Blarg! I am dead!" and then depixelized. John gave a sigh of relief and picked up his laptop. The screen had returned to normal. "Where did that virus come from?" John said out loud. Boot replied with a bunch of blips and beeps (he had turned back on). "You're right, it's best not to worry. After all, how could they make a virus better than that?" John and Boot exited the house and walked over to the street sign that told people they were now on Neptune Circle. That was where everyone would meet up and talk about how their day was. Everyone was there. "Man, looooong day." John said exhaustedly. "What'd you do today?" asked Cat. "I got rid of that virus that was messing with everyone's computers." "I think the government put out that virus, to stop the spread of info about their corrupt organization." Maci told the group. "I ate five gallons of icing." P.J. proudly announced. "How is it that you stay alive?" Cat asked. "Me and Bob killed 1000 squirrels." Shalashaska told them. "I killed REAL squirrelies, you just played that game." Bob replied. "I did a new episode of Cooking with James." James told the group. "I slept all day…" Chad told everyone. "I had time to re-read 'How to do everything with Flash MX'." Rocky said. "I got a new pair of socks!" Clarance said excitedly. RING! RING! RING! Rocky opened up his cell phone and answered. "Hello? Oh, hey Apollo. What's up? What am I doing, I'm doing nothing. What are you doing? Come over? Okay. See ya in a few." Said Rocky as he hung up. "Apollo's coming over for dinner." "We can eat at my place, since nobody's home tonight." James offered as he pointed to big black scary looking house, which had dark clouds above it. Suddenly a flash of lightning bolted to the ground and gave a gigantic sound as if the earth was in pain. "Okay, I'll wait outside him." Rocky said as the group entered the house. A few minutes later Apollo appeared over the horizon and landed in front of Rocky. "Hey mountain." Apollo said with a grin. "Yo Apollo!" said Rocky as they did a handshake in which their hands met for a brief second and slip off of each other's smoothly. "We're eating at James' tonight. Follow me." Said Rocky as the walked towards the house with Apollo following. Shala was in the living room watching Buffy when John came in suddenly and changed the channel to the news. "Hey!" "You've seen every episode before so let me watch the news." "Fine." The screen showed a laboratory. The first thing the camera sees is a large pillar like device with 3 screens on it in a triangle formation. The top one and the one on the right show Ivan Drago in infa-red and the other one shows his vital status. "My husband and I thank you for coming to our training quarter today," Ludmilla said as the camera shifted to her. "As you can see, it is highly advanced and we wish to show the American press a small portion the advancements our country's made in the technology of human performance." "Deja vu, huh?" whispered one reporter to his colleague, who giggled quietly. The camera the zoomed in on a demo screen of infa-red Drago punching some sort of punching machine. Then the screen focused on a monitor which seemed to be infa-red versions of human cells beating like heartbeats. "What does all of this do to enhance performance?" one reporter asked Drago's trainer as the camera moved onto the trainer. "Well-" he began before the premier put his hand on the coach's shoulder saying "If I may answer," "It makes a man, a better man. A great athlete is super athlete by harnessing all of his strength. Though most of the world is ignorant in body chemistry we wish to…educate your country." Said the premier as the camera slowly moved to right, moving past Ludmilla who was standing next to him until it got to a side view of Drago, who was wearing a white tanktop and tight white shorts. On the top was the soviet symbol depicted in the color red. "There have been rumors of blood doping and wide distribution of anabolic steroids in the Soviet Union. Has Drago participated in any such experiments?" asked one reporter. "No," said Ludmilla shaking her head smiling, "Ivan is naturally trained." "Then how do you explain his freakish strength?" "Like your Popeye: He ate his spinach every day." She replied jocundly. The crowd laughed. "Shall we have a demonstration?" asked the premier. "Please." Said the reporter. "Thank you," replied the premier as the camera shifted to pay more attention to Drago. He stood facing the punching machine, which looked like a square piece of a red heavy-bag on a spring like the kind of boxing gloves the Joker would use against Batman. "A normal heavyweight averages seven-hundred and fifty pounds of pressure per square inch." Said the premier as Drago stood ready to punch. He looked at the premier, who nodded and then punched the machine. Above the machine was a black rectangular screen which normally had words slowly moving across it like in Stock Markets, but it suddenly stopped to relay a message. Drago's punch was 3850 Psi. "The result is quite obvious." Said the premier. "What result is that?" asked the same reporter. "Whatever he hits, he destroys." "He didn't destroy me…" BearFrog said with a smirk. He could not see the television broadcast but could hear it. The guards had a television in the dungeon to keep themselves occupied while they watched BearFrog. BearFrog was strapped to table via diamond restraints that looked like ordinary metal restraints. But these were much harder to break out of. BearFrog had endured a month of torture as the communists performed experiments on him (he hated the anal probe the worst) and was getting sick and tired of going through all of it. "Will you talk today?" asked the Russian general as he entered the room and turned off the television. The old general was in his sixties but had a gigantic body and was in amazing shape, yet his face showed that he was old even though he had quite a powerful look on his crew cut head. "Tell me, where did you learn how to use your Ki?!" asked the general angrily. "You know, I'm just getting sick of this. I saved up enough energy to get out of here, so I'm gonna leave now. Bye." Said BearFrog as he suddenly moved his arms up and allowed the restraints to break in half. He then ripped of the restraints on his ankles and kicked the general in the gut. " Comrade Picard! " yelled one soldier before BearFrog knocked him into a wall with a punch. After knocking out the other guard BearFrog ran out of the high-tech torture chamber into the clean blue futuristic hallway. Suddenly, the lights turned red and the alarms were activated. " Comrades! 2 intruders have escaped! " yelled the voice. "Two?" BearFrog said out loud and then noticed was running alongside him. "Turtle Man?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Turtle Man replied with a shrug as they ran through the complex until they saw an open door and quickly entered. BearFrog pushed a button on wall and the door shut with a 'whoosh'. He gave a big sigh and then sat down on the floor. "Dude, check it out! It's like Comp-USA, only better!" cried Turtle Man. "Comp-USSR…" BearFrog muttered as he got up and looked around at the highly advanced room. The soviets must've been preparing a hostile take-over of the former republics for a while. After dusting off his butt, BearFrog walked towards a computer with Turtle Man following. The text was in Russian yet BearFrog slowly translated the material. It was a menu that had links to a few files. General Data Storage Doc 1. Re-unification Doc 2. H.D.P. Doc 3. D.O.A.S. "Interesting." BearFrog said. "What? I can't read Russian. What does it say?" Turtle Man asked. "It's some documents that the Soviet Union has kept. These documents probably explain some secret stuff, but not in detail that is too intense." "You sure?" "We won't know until we try." BearFrog double clicked on the first document as the alarms went off (the soviets assumed they were long gone). Username : Password : "What are you gonna do?" asked Turtle Man. "Take a stab at it." Username : Lenin Password : Access Granted "What did you type in for a password?" "Ivan Drago." BearFrog said with a smirk. "Man I'm hungry." Turtle Man announced. Elsewhere, a post dinner conversation was being held. The room was dark and gloomy with cobwebs on the wall. In the center of the room was a long black gothic table. Sitting there were the good folks who live on Neptune Circle and their guest from Las Angeles, Apollo Creed. "He's trying to fight when he's an amateur. He's big and he's strong but he's clumsy. I know I can beat him." Apollo told the group. "Why do you want to fight again?" Cat asked softly. "Let's just say that it's something I believe in." Apollo replied. "Hey, don't you think people are expecting Rocky to take out this bum first?" Maci asked. "Yeah, he will. When it's for real. This is just an exhibition bout, kid's stuff." Said Apollo with a faint laugh. "Why would you want to fight a big man like that? Why be at risk?" Clarance asked. "I don't this chump coming over with all this hype. Trying to make us look bad." Apollo said. "But we ARE bad." Maci replied. Apollo ignored the comment and continued. "With Rock's help we can get great media coverage, make them look bad for a change." Apollo said. Rocky's smile grew suddenly at the comment. "I think it's wrong." Taarin protested. "No, it's never been more right." Apollo replied. "You haven't fought for a long time Apollo." Taarin began as Apollo and Rocky winked at each other. "How much can you take? Either of you." she asked them. "Taarin, we've fought tough enemies before and this guy is just some cocky foreigner." John said happily. "Heck, Clarance could probably take him." The entire table roared with laughter except from Taarin and Cat, who kept their paranoid fears. "Paranoid fears are what shall sustain the new government. If our people fear and hate foreigners, they cannot hate us." –Comrade Picard BearFrog gave a sigh as he exited out of the report and entered the next one. "What did it say?" asked Turtle Man. "It pretty much told hold the Soviets entered every political office to make take-over easy and it also gave some ideas they had for government and took control over China since they needed money for their debt and Russia was going to give it to them, but they had to unite with their government. It's pretty much the same as the old soviet, except there is now no German Soviet republic and no Berlin wall but they've made up for it by making the Great Wall of China act like that." "Why?" "To keep people contained." "Anything else?" "Besides ending with an evil quote, no." While BearFrog began reading the next document, Bob nestled in her soft bed and fell to sleep while Rocky and Apollo sat up watching a big fight that was known as "SuperFight 2". "And that's the end of that round! This doesn't look good for Apollo Creed. Now for Round 5. Bam! What a block. Creed is blocking Rocky's punches. His arms seem to be glowing! Pinnicle's punches seem to be glowing too! Some of them are getting through Apollo's blocking. OOO! Rocky took a big blow to the head. Dang, Apollo's fist looked like it was on fire!" "I feel like I'm getting punched just watching this." Rocky said. "Mama Mia, what did you have in those gloves Mountain? Bricks?" asked Apollo. "Hey Apollo, can I ask you something?" "Yeah sure." Said Apollo who was focusing more on the fight than on Rocky's voice. "Apollo, about this fight against the Russian. Do you think maybe…it isn't against him?" "If it isn't against him then who is it against?" asked Apollo jocundly. "I dunno. Maybe like you against you?" "You know I really think you are getting brain damage." "Apollo, you're a great fighter but you aren't what you used to be. You don't want to believe it but maybe the show is over." "Man, I'm not old! I've always been a fighter. " "Well, you haven't really had a big fight in a while. Maybe it's time to change." "I don't want to change! We can't be born again, Mountain! I like who I am!" "I like who you are too, but you can't do that stuff anymore Apollo." Replied Rocky pointing at the screen. "We've both weakened in peaceful times. We're changing. We're turning into regular people." "Now that's where you're wrong, Mountain. You can't change what you really are. You and me, we don't even have a choice. You can't turn off and on like some radio. We have to be in the middle of the action cuz we're the warriors! If the warrior has no challenge then the warrior is better off dead. I'm asking you as a friend…stand by my side this one last time." "You're a great talker Apollo. But when this is over…" Rocky said with a grin. Apollo laughed. "Man, I feel sorry for that guy. " Rocky said as they gave each other five. The human development program shall create new super soldiers that do not require guns to combat. Many types of steroids are being used and modified until a super drug is made. But first heredity must be best so we unite best athletes to create best children. Drago's family has history of warriors. To test this we must have our first super warrior fight the greatest fighter in the world. " "I should've studied harder in Russian." BearFrog said to himself, getting annoyed with the Russian accented grammar. "So what does this one mean?" asked Turtle-Man. "It means that they are making Drago act as a prototype super soldier, and they want to fight Rocky to test the power of him to see if this program is even worth it and also humiliate our country. If Drago wins they'll perfect their super soldier formula and begin finding ways of making more of it cheaply." BearFrog replied. "Once they perfect one they'll begin mass-producing them." Many things are mass- produced, such as magazines. Many magazines about the Red Star vs Old Glory, Drago vs Apollo. Everyone seemed to have nicknames for them. One magazine had "Superman vs Superhype". There were many interesting cover stories like "Las Vegas is the place for Apollo Creed's Gamble". "Mr. Creed, why do you feel the need to fight Drago?" asked one reporter at the press conference. "Let's just call it a sense of responsibility. I need to teach this newbie how to box!" Apollo replied happily. "Don't you think he's a little in-experienced to be in the same ring?" "Well, some folks just have to learn the haaard-way." Apollo told them, which got a laugh. "Rocky, how do you think Apollo should fight Drago?" "Well…" said Rocky, turning to look at Drago who was seated next to Apollo. "I think the first thing Apollo needs is a ladder." The crowd laughed. "Drago! How does it feel to spar with the great former champion?" "…" Apollo looked at Drago and then the crowd and repeated the motion and followed it with "The man's tongue didn't come through customs!" which of course got a large hearty laugh from the reporters. "My husband is very happy to have this opportunity. It's his dream." Ludmilla told the crowd. "Dream?" one reporter asked. "In our country Apollo Creed is well known and very respected. It will be a good victory." "Wait a minute. Win?" Apollo asked. He looked up at Drago. "You don't really think you're gonna whip me, do ya?" "We did not come here to lose." Ludmilla replied. "You hold on, little lady, you hold on; Cuz lose and lose royally he's gonna do!" "How can you be so sure?" "Well, I've been with the best and I've beat the best. I've retired more men than social security." Apollo replied with laughter in his voice. "Excuse me," the premier started, "You are not very realistic, are you Mr. Creed?" "Where did you come from, what're you talking about?" "You can box, yes, but you have not fought or trained intensely for such a long time that it is impossible for you to win over Drago." "Is that a fact?" "Yes, and it could be a very painful one." "You put that heavybag with eyeballs in the ring and you're gonna see the meaning of pain!" Apollo yelled as he pointed at Drago. "Why do you insult us?" Ludmilla asked. "Don't make me out to be the bad guy. I came here to talk about a friendly exhibition bout until comrade bigmouth started in!" "It is you who is the aggressor, Mr. Creed!" yelled the premier. "I wish to say to the press, in all fairness, Drago should not even fight this man because he is a hasbin!" "You get that big chump in the ring right now! Come on!" yelled Apollo as he got up and was held back by Rocky and Apollo's trainer, Tony. Drago pushed Apollo back, and Apollo was kept up from the crowd on his half of the table. "We'll finish this in the ring." Said Apollo as he headed to the right to make his leave. "How did I do?" asked Apollo. "A little loud for my taste." Replied Rocky. "But good?" "Oh, yes. Very good." As they exited the building, Drago threw the life size cardboard picture of Apollo to the ground with no emotion in his face. We must destroy our greatest enemy, The United States of America. To do so we must weaken them in every possible way. We shall give them false intelligence reports that will cause them to enter a war for the wrong reasons and therefore be unable to initiate pre-emptive strikes ever again. To cause mass hysteria we shall create several powerful computer viruses and put them onto the internet. We shall also cause large blackout that will take out more than 3 states. We shall make them think their economy is weak when it is strong. We shall corrupt their officials with bribes so that our interests can be met. We shall slowly sink that nation into the state of being a hell on earth. " We found them! " yelled three Russian guards as they entered the room. BearFrog quickly punched all of them in the gut, knocking them out. "We've stayed here too long. Come on, let's go Rap Master Turtle." "Alright, let's boogey." Turtle Msn said as he and BearFrog both raised their right hands in the air and blasted a whole through the roof. " We have no choice but to begin operation statue early. Those Americans must be destroyed. " the premier said on his cell phone. " But the public will notice it quickly. " replied Comrade Picard, the musclebound gray haired crew-cut wearing former boxing superstar. " I shall contact Rega and tell him to put out all of his viruses at once. The Americans will focus on that so much they will not notice a statue missing. They are so stupid they do not even realize how perfectly built it is, and why it will be such a powerful warrior when we bring it to life. " After the conversation ended, the Russian Premier contacted Manuel Rega, the soviet's best virus maker. He told Rega to set loose his viruses and he did. John first noticed it while in an online game. The large man in green pants and a black shirt walked through the base holding his machine gun until he saw an explosion. He ran into the control room. One of them was a slim female with blonde hair, another was a large man with red hair, and the other two were average except one had green hair and the other one had a robotic eye and was bald. Psykloak1: What happen? Fargoth: Someone set up us the bomb Pirogoeth: We are getting a signal. Largo: I-I47? Scotty: Main Screen turn on Blip. The screen turned on to reveal… Psykloak1: It's you. Dingus: Hahaha, how are you gentlemen? Dingus: All your base are belong to us. Dingus: You are on the way to destruction. Scotty: What you say? Dingus: You have no chance to survive. Make your time. Hahaha. Psykloak1: Y Disconnected from server. Attempting to re-connect… Re-connection failed. "GAH!" screamed John. Suddenly the phone rang. John answered. "John, Dingus has hacked into the game! He can control our characters! He wants me to relay a message!" "Go ahead." John said as he grabbed a notepad and a pen. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. Thanks Scotty." John then went to which had been hacked and turned into a digital arena of sort. The page seemed to be nothing but a black background, green binary and a few words to click on. John clicked on Enter as was immediately sucked into his computer and on the webpage. "I've been waiting." Dingus said with a smile. "Tell me something, Dingus. You are not that skilled in hacking. How could you hack an online game and get past my firewall?" "Why don't we make a wager? If you win, I'll tell you and take off all of the viruses and tell you where I got them. If I win you will be put in a html document and remain there forever." "So this is it, huh? Some one doesn't want me around." "Wow, that is so impressive Mr. Computer Genius." "Well, shall we begin?" "Let's." Dingus lunged forward and punched John in the gut, who fell down hard. John's face was suddenly green and his face seemed to morphing as if he was made of pixels and they were rotating. "I have the advantage, John, for I have viruses while you have nothing." Said Dingus with a smirk. John replied by lunging a fist forward himself, only to miss and be kicked in the back by Dingus and landing hard of the invisible floor once again. Dingus then stomped on John, and that stomp made the invisible floor disappear. Well, for John at least. Dingus stood up high as John fell far down with only the numbers speeding by for eyes to see. Then Dingus jumped down as held his two arms fully extended above his head and gave John a hard blow to the back. After that John landed and was back on solid ground. Although was the only place you could enter the digital arena, every other website in the world had a live view of the action and even the crappiest computers could see the fight. "John!" yelled StevenGuy. Suddenly NiGhTmArE88288 also appeared. "We've come to help, John!" cried NiGhTmArE88288. "Bob's Best Friend will be here in a minute!" yelled GadoTheLion. "No! I have to fight alone, otherwise Dingus won't tell me where he got the viruses!" yelled John. "But John-" protested StevenGuy. "Don't worry guys. I can handle him. Now leave." Said John as he pointed to a button that was labeled Exit. All three of them double tapped it and then vanished out of cyberspace and back to their homes. "You have no chance to survive. Make your time. Hahaha." Dingus said maliciously. John smirked and then his face turned to that of a fight and charged with a loud battle cry. He threw a punch and Dingus dodged by sliding to left with his arms crossed. John attacked again and missed the annoying enemy. He was starting to feel sick from the infected virus and began losing pixels in random places, like parts of his hand would vanish. "What's wrong, Johnny? Can't handle it? You cannot win, for I am the superior hackor!" John threw a kick and missed. Dingus replied by saying "lol". Dingus was enjoying himself and John was in intense pain. Dingus then decided to have a little fun and hack John. He stuck his arm into John's chest where his heart would be, and his arm went straight through. No blood or anything, but intense pain for John as he felt his digital self become corrupt with more deadly data. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed John. He finally got the strength to jump backwards from the attack and clutched his shirt in the area where Dingus' arm had been. "Come now, Jonathan. This can't be your best." Said Dingus with a smirk. "Where are those amazing hacking skills I've heard so much about?" "You want to see my true power? Fine." Said John as he crossed his arms and began spinning very fast. When the spinning stopped, a ninja stood before Dingus. "I am Xy63r N1nja!" I:h:e:a:r:t:B:o:B , Zeldarulah and Bobs Best Friends all sat together in the Bob fanclub along with Triumph the Insult comic dog, in awe at the amazing transformation that was just made. "PH34R M4I L33T H4XX0R P0W4!" cried Xy63r N1nja as he took out his sword. "Bah, you cannot defeat me with such a pathetic weapon." Said Dingus as he took out a glowing red katana. "YAAAA!!" "Y4444!!" The blades met each other in fury. They had blocked each other's attack. The same happened again and again. Then suddenly the l33t ninja jumped high into the air and seemingly stabbed the air. Suddenly the numbers were constantly changing. They began hitting Dingus, and it was painful. Dingus fell to the ground, defeated, after taking many blows from many tiny numbers. "I 4m t3h h4ck1ng m4s74." Said the ninja as he twirled and turned back into John Psykloak. "A deal is a deal, Dingus." "Fine," Dingus began, "A rival of the U.S. wanted me to stop you from getting on computers so that nobody could stop them. You're skills rival that of an entire nation's. In exchange for stopping you and putting the viruses on the net, I was supposed to be given the power I need to defeat Pinnicle." "Which nation offered you this power and gave you your mission?" "It was the-" Dingus began before a white arrow suddenly landed on him and a menu bar appeared. It slowly moved down to delete. Dingus ran to the exit and left with fear. John quickly followed the suit, not wanting to be deleted. The moment he exited, the hackers decided it would be safer just to shut down their operation. Thus did everything on the internet return back to the norm. Everyone was talking about the internet crisis, and nobody really seemed to notice that the statue of Rocky Pinnicle was missing. Not even Rocky himself noticed, because he, Bob and Tony were busy training with the former champion. Apollo was greatly admired on the internet for facing the big Russian. He was fighting with the odds against him. That is what motivated Apollo during his training. His determination was stronger than ever. "ARRGH!" screamed Apollo as he switched arms. How Rocky managed to do such an exercise was a mystery to him. Switching arms while doing one-armed sit-ups…madness. Yet, it was insane training that allows one to take on the toughest opponents. And Apollo knew Drago was tough. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Apollo hit the sandbag extremely fast and extremely powerfully. He punched and punched until his attack cut through the bag and a new was needed. Apollo began following the training that Rocky did when he trained for Apollo including drinking egg yolk and punching raw meat. Apollo was getting stronger than he ever was before. There were some problems Apollo had, though. He could not seem to move around as fast or as smoothly as he used to, which was his reason for winning most of his matches. Also, when sparring, he seemed to damage much more easily than before. Apollo said that he made up for it with his increased strength and his better knowledge of fighting, and focused on improving those aspects more. He did improve slightly in the areas he was doing bad in, but not a great increase. Apollo also spent a week at an army base and did training alongside the soldiers. He himself was a soldier. He was fighting the Soviet Union just as these men might be in a few short months. They all knew this and greatly encouraged Apollo themselves. Apollo then went to New York and began training on the streets there. Then one day he decided to test himself if he was truly ready. He ran. He ran so fast that he was running on the water that surrounded the island. He ran and then he began to climb the gigantic green woman. His arms hurt, his muscles snapped. He kept on climbing, and climbing, and climbing until he reached the nose. He slowly forced his arms to move upward, and promised himself not to use any Ki. His arms seemed to bleed inside but he kept going. He slowly climbed to the top of the torch and threw his hands in the air and screamed with victory. "Damn it's bloody cold. I'm all out of ki so I can't build a fire or fly out here." BearFrog said out loud as he rubbed his hands together. "I didn't know you were British." Turtle Man said as he rubbed to sticks together. It was snowing ferociously outside, but luckily they had found a cave. "I'm not, I just tend to use their way of speaking often." "Ah…" said Turtle Man as he failed to start a fire. Let's move our focus across the world in Las Vegas. In front of the Grand Hotel, there was a gigantic yellow glowing sign that had Apollo Creed vs Ivan Drago written on it and underneath the names were the names of the countries, U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. "Welcome one and all to the city of lights, Las Vegas and to one of the most unusual events in years." Said an announcer. The two giant cardboard pictures of the fighters looked at each other in front of a fountain outside the Grand Hotel, which was gleaming with lights inside and out. "East meets West. Age versus Youth in a good will exhibition match between the former champion Apollo Creed and the mountain of muscle from the Soviet Union, Ivan Drago." In the building, Apollo was in his dressing room. He had received many fruit baskets and flowers from people telling him to kick the commie's butt. He was not going to let them down. He also had a picture of Drago on the mirror. He was in his yellow shorts with red trim (the same gear he would be in the fight they were about to have) however this one had black marker on him. Devils horns and smoke snorting out of his nose, glasses and even a tail. And in the corner of the picture the words "Creed was here". "Chill out dude. You have to get your gear on. There, now you look like a mummy." "I feel like a mummy. I feel great, like I could eat nails." Said Apollo as he hit his fist while looking in the mirror. "I never tried those things. Bob has, though." "Wha?" "Snails. You know, I've seen them around the garden and stuff bu-" "Not snails, mountain, NAILS. Na-Na-Na-Nails." "Oh yeah…Apollo try to de me a favor. When you go up there try not to over-do it, okay? Don't wear yourself out." "Wear myself out, yeah. Like I'm going to do that. You're making me sound like I'm an old man when I'm in the best shape of my life." Said Apollo with a smirk as he stretched in front of the mirror. "Yeah but if it was me I wouldn't mind postponing a couple of weeks…We don't know anything about this guy, Apollo." "Postpone? Alright let's say I postpone, then what? Some other guy will come and take out this chump and where will I be left?" "Apollo this is just an Exhibition fight. This doesn't mean anything." "What do you mean this doesn't mean anything?! This is us versus them man! Look, you may not know now what I'm talking about, but you will when it's over. Believe me…you will when it's over!" While Apollo was in his bright dressing room, Drago stood in ring. It was a dark room which was fairly empty, except for that of the ring, himself and a few other Russians. The premier's voice echoed as he spoke Russian very fast and the only word any English speaking person would understand was the last word he spoke… "Ivan!" yelled the premier as he pounded his fists together. Drago looked to his left to see the leader of his nation standing next to his wife. He stared at them until they began walking up the concrete ramp to head into the main area, where their seats were located. The room where the show was to take place was beautiful. The walls were bright red, but not too bright, and the people were seated at elegant tables, including Rocky's girlfriend and Apollo's wife, who he had just recently married and had given birth to twins. She had lost the weight from pregnancy and was now in good shape. Ludmilla and the premier decided to walk over to Apollo's wife and have a little pre-match chat. "Good luck. I hope after we can be friends." Ludmilla said. "I hope so." Said Apollo's wife with a bit of suspicion in her voice. "Of course. They're sportsmen, not soldiers." Ludmilla replied as she extended a hand. Apollo's wife became a little more at ease with the statement and smiled as they shook hands. After Ludmilla and the premier told her to enjoy the match they sat down in their seats, surround be miniature flag waving Americans. Suddenly the ceiling opened up above Drago as he stood in the center of the ring. The light gleamed and made his already bright yellow coat brighter. He looked up at the light and music began to play as the ring was moved up by a mechanical device. Drago was too busy looking up to notice the circle of stars on the blue ring under him. Suddenly Drago heard a man give a scream. He didn't give it much notice as he was too busy looking at all of the other stuff. He was amazed with all the bright lights and costumed dancing people and the gigantic American flag behind him. The fake planes that were flying above were truly amazing. If he was an American, however, he'd be more amazed of the man who screamed. The man who screamed was standing in front of the ring with a microphone in his hand. He was the Godfather of Soul…James Brown. "Superhighways! Coast to coast! Easy takin' , anywhere! On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel. How does it feel?" sang James Brown. "When there's no destination-" sand the backup singers. "That's too far! And somewhere on the way you might find out who you are! Ow!" sang the godfather. BOOM! Smoke came of from the nose of the gigantic statue of an bull head, which was placed behind the ring. On top of it was somebody dressed in a red white and blue top hat, wearing similar trunks, boots, gloves and vest. "Living in America!" "Eye to eye - station to station!" It was Apollo Creed, doing a 'I Want You' sort of this at Drago, though it was a little more difficult to get since he had gloves on. "Living in America! Hand in hand - across the nation!" "Living in America!" "Got to have a celebration! Rock my soul!" Apollo got down from the bull and began to dance a little outside the ring as the song played. "Smokestack - fatback - many miles of railroad track. All-night radio keep on runnin' through your rock'n' roll soul. All-night diners keep you awake on a black coffee and a hard roll!" "You might have to walk a fine line! You might take a hard line!" "But everybody's workin'…overtime!" "Living in America!" "Eye to eye - station to station...." Apollo had gotten into the ring by the time that lyric was sang, and he once again did the 'I Want You' thing to Drago. "I live in America - I live in America - wait a minute - You may not be lookin' for the promised land, But you might find it anyway! Under one of those old familiar names like; New Orleans!" "New Orleans!" the crowd replied. "Detroit City!" "Detroit City!" "Dallas!" "Dallas!" "Pittsburgh P. A.!" "Pittsburgh P. A.!" "New York City!" "New York City!" "Kansas City!" "Kansas City!" "Atlanta!" "Atlanta!" "Chicago and L. A.!" "Living in America! Hit me! - Living in America - Living in America. I live in America - staying alive - we'll make the prime. I live in America - hey I know what it means. Living in America - hit me - eye to eye - station to station. Living in America - so nice - would you better stop? Living in America - I feel good!" The crowd cheered fiercely as James Brown bowed and a cape was put on him. A hopping Apollo stood next to Rocky Pinnicle and Tony Duke was Ivan Drago stood stiff next to Manuel Rega (trainer and l33t hacker/virus maker) and Sergi Rimski. Flag waved powerfully as Apollo was given a high five by James Brown who then headed to his seat. "Ladies and Gentlemen if you're just joining us now we're about to witness one of the most interesting events in boxing for years. For the first time ever, East meets West in professional boxing." Said one commenter. "Thanks for getting me here, Mountain." Apollo said as his hat and vest were removed. "No, we're even." Replied Rocky. "God I feel born again…" "Ladies and Gentlemen," the ring announcer began, "I would like to announce the presence of a true fighting champion who defines the word courage…Rocky Pinnicle!" "Excuse me for one second, would ya?" Rocky asked Apollo. Apollo extended an arm forward as Rocky went to the center of the ring and waved to the crowd. "Tonight's special event features two great athletes! In the blue corner, weighing 221 pounds, former Heavyweight Champion of the World, the King of Sting, the Master of Disaster, the Count of Mounte Fisto, the-" "Think you got enough nicknames?" Rocky asked Apollo. "Patience, Mountain. Almost done." Replied Apollo with a smirk. The crowd cheered intensely as Apollo raised his arms in the air and spun around a bit. "In the blue corner, weighing an even 261 pounds, the undefeated World Amateur Champion from the Soviet Union, the Siberian bull, Ivan Drago!" The crowd reaction was the exact opposite of Apollo's. The crowd booed as they waved their American flags and the visiting soviets felt uneasy in their seats. The two fighters moved the middle of the ring and listened to the rules. "Shake hands and let's have a good fight." Said the ref. "Alright, it's time to go to school." Apollo said with a smirk as he winked at his teammates in the corner. Drago remained to have a blank expression on his face. "What, do you need an interpreter? Put your hands up!" yelled Apollo as he lifted up Drago's hands and hit them. They did not move. "You will lose." Drago said quietly. He then smacked Apollo's hands, which fell quickly. "The bad blood between these two can be felt all over this arena." Said one commenter. "I just can't get over the size of this Russian." Said the other as Drago's robe was removed and underneath it was his yellow shorts with a red soviet symbol on it. "It's showtime! It's showtime! It's showtime!" Apollo yelled at the crowd. "Excuse me. Are you forgetting something?" asked Rocky as he held up the mouthpiece. Apollo gave a faint laugh as it was put into his mouth. "Be back in a minute, alright?" Apollo asked jocundly as the bell rang. The two fighters moved to the center of the ring. Apollo began circling around Drago and threw a light left. Drago moved forward as Apollo circled him and threw another quick left. Apollo then gave out two quick lefts and Drago walked backwards after getting hit. Apollo then moved forward but tripped. He managed to catch himself before he fell and then went back to moving on the Russian. "This is bizarre. Creed is over the hill, and the Russian hasn't done anything yet." Said one commenter. Creed gave a strong left to the Russian and then a one-two combo. After that the Russian began moving forward and the yank began to retreat. He quickly moved forward and attacked Drago before moving backwards again. Apollo continued to attack but Drago began blocking Apollo's punches. " Now Drago! " yelled Sergi Rimski in Russian. Drago gave a powerful right hand to Apollo which knocked him backwards against the ropes. Drago began beating on the man viciously but solidly. "Tie him up!" yelled Rocky. Apollo did as he was told and embraced the Russian in a hug like position but was spun around and thrown into the far corner. Drago then continued began on Creed. The bell then rang, but Drago gave Apollo five extra punches for the road. Both sides of trainers went into the ring. Rocky carried Apollo away as Tony Duke yelled at the Russians. "What the hell are you guys doing?! This is supposed to be an exhibition bout!" Apollo blood began dripping on Rocky's white shirt. Rocky looked at Apollo's deformed face as he set him down on a seat in his corner. "Champ, I've got to call the fight! You can't do any more out there!" "N-No…" Apollo said faintly. "He's killing ya! I've got to stop this fight." "Rocky…as a friend…promise me you won't stop this fight…" "The Soviet's strength is incredible!" yelled one commenter. "You don't stop this fight…no matter what…" said Apollo as he got up. His mouthpiece was put in. "No matter what…" Apollo turned to his wife, who face had gotten pale and her eyes bulging. He raised his arm slightly and gave a faint smile and then turned to face the Russian again. The bell had rung. Apollo began dancing a bit as he moved. He threw some punches at Drago, but all of them missed. None of them made contact with Ivan Drago's face. Then Drago countered with a right to the head. The blow caused blood and sweat to fly. Apollo tried to counter but missed. Then Drago continued attacking. Apollo was slowly being destroyed by the soviet soldier. Rocky ran and picked up the towel and looked into the ring. "NO!" yelled Apollo. Drago became more and more ruthless with his blows. He picked the places where the former champ would feel the most pain. He tortured him in the ring which was now red white and blue because of Apollo's blood dripping onto to it. "Stop the fight!" pleaded Apollo's wife from the crowd. Rocky listened and almost threw the towel until he heard Apollo yell "NO!" again. He grabbed the towel back before it slipped from his hands. Apollo's slaughter was continued. Ivan Drago would not let up on his attack. Apollo kept standing though. Even though it seemed like each blow would be his last he refused to give up. He was not going to give up…He was not going to lose…no matter what… "Throw the damn towel!" yelled Tony. "NO!" yelled Apollo. Rocky threw the towel in the ring one second to late. Drago gave his final punch of the match. The most powerful blow Apollo had ever felt had hit him. Drago moved backwards as he let Apollo's body fall to the ground. Rocky and Tony rang into the ring as Apollo's entire body twitched once. Soon many members of the press entered the ring and surround Apollo and Drago who was now draped in a Soviet flag. "Somebody get a doctor!" Rocky yelled frantically. "Is he dead?" asked one reporter. "Get back! Give him some air!" yelled Rocky. "You're gonna be okay champ. Just hold on…hold on…" Apollo's wife tried to get through but the mass of the media would not allow her to see her husband alive again. She did get to hear the voice of the man who killed him, however, since he was being interviewed. "I cannot be defeated…I defeat all man…" Drago said to the crowd. "Creed is motionless! This is absolute pandemonium." Said one commenter. "Soon…I defeat real champion…" "What started out as a joke has turned into a disaster!" yelled one of the commenters. "If he dies, he dies…" Rocky looked at Apollo's head in his hands and then realized that his friend was dead. Dead. Gone. He was gone forever and never coming back. Then Rocky's gaze shifted. He looked into the big blue eyes of Ivan Drago… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a bright and sunny day at the graveyard. Apollo's grave was covered in flowers, and his family and friends surrounded it. Rocky wore a dark suit with black sunglasses and yet somehow still felt cold under the heat of the sun. "There's a lot I could say about this man. I don't know if it matters now…I guess what matters is what he lived for…and what he died for. We always did everything the way you wanted it," Rocky said as a tear began to stream down his cheek, "I didn't understand that but…now I understand…we'll never forget you Apollo…" Rocky then grabbed his title belt gently and placed it on the grave. Rocky had given the belt to Apollo, a real champion. "You're the best," Rocky said as he slowly walked away from the grave with the others as the gold icon on the belt gleamed in the bright sun… "Rocky, has a champion ever given up the title before?" asked one reporter at the press conference. "I don't know…" Rocky replied faintly. There was going to be a lot of questions. Why didn't the boxing commission sanction the fight? Where was the fight going to be held? Does this mean war with the Soviets? "With Rocky's known punching power, do you still think this is going to be an easy fight?" asked a reporter. "Yes of course. It is a matter of science. This man has neither the size nor the genetics to win. Drago is the most perfect human being ever created." Replied the premier. "There's been no mention of this yet, but how much are you making for the fight?" asked one reporter. "No money." Replied Rocky. "Has the fight date been set yet?" "December 25th." "Why Christmas?" "That's what I was told." "Where is the match taking place?" "Moscow." "Are you nuts?!" asked Maci who was sitting next to Rocky. "Why did you agree to this?" Cat asked. "We fight in Soviet Union only! Tell them why, Ludmilla." The premier demanded. "I fear for my husband's life. We receive threats of violence everywhere we go. You call him a killer but he is a professional sportsmen. You have this belief that you are so very good and we are so very bad. You have this belief that you are better than us." "It is all just lies and propaganda used to support this violent and antagonistic government!" yelled the premier. "Whoa! Violent? We don't keep our people behind a wall with machine guns!" yelled Maci. "Who are you?" asked the premier. "I'm an average American citizen, that's who!" yelled Maci, which got a laugh from the crowd. "We've had enough! We go!" yelled the premier as he got up from his seat and began to leave. While the crowd of reporters followed them and Rocky, Taarin was being followed by a media swarm. All of them were asking questions about Rocky and her going to Russia, which she had no idea about. She ran into her house and eventually the reporters left. Hours later in that same driveway, a DeLorean parked itself in the driveway. Out if it came Rocky who went inside his girlfriend's house to find her waiting for him. "Rocky?" "Yeah?" "You alright?" "Alright." "Why'd you do it?" "I just gotta do what I gotta do." "You don't have to do anything." "No Taarin, I do. And…I have to leave too…" "So…where are you going?" "They said they were going to let me train in Russia. I just want to go to a place where I won't think about anything but him." "Rocky…give it some time. A lot of people deal with hurt." "A lot of people don't have a choice but I do." "So…you're willing to throw away everything? Before there were reasons I could understand but I can't understand this. Even if you win what have you won? Apollo's still gone…Why can't you change you're thinking? Everybody else does!" "Because I'm a fighter! We can't change what we are." "Yes we can…" "No we can't change anything! We can only go with what we are." "Have you read the papers?! You've seen how strong he is! It's suicide! You can't win!" Suddenly it felt like Rocky's heart exploded. He looked at Taarin weakly and tried to talk. "Taarin…Taarin always tells the truth. Maybe I can't win. Maybe all I can do is take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's going to have to kill me. And to kill me, he has to have the heart to stand and fight me. And to do that, he has to be willing to die himself." Rocky said as he slowly walked out the door. Rocky then entered his car and began to drive out in the streets. Although he was driving, his eyes could not see the road. He drove with his subconscious because his conscious mind saw Drago in fighting stance. His hair was down and he looked more raw and natural. More powerful than before. He was surround be darkness and he seemed to disappear in flashes like lightning bolts and re-appear just as quick. He came closer with each flash. We're not indestructible, baby better get that straight I think it's unbelievable how you give into the hands of fate Drago gave Apollo a punishing blow against the ropes. The fight was beginning to replay in Rocky's mind. He wiped away a tear as it continued. Some things are worth fighting for some feelings never die Rocky looked out the window. It was dark and damp to everybody else but he saw a bright and sunny beach. Apollo and him were racing. This time Rocky won and they celebrated with a victory hug. I'm not askin' for another chance I just wanna know why A scrambled montage of the fight and memories of Apollo began going through Rocky's mind. There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy way out Giving in can't be wrong Suddenly his thoughts began wander. He stopped thinking about Apollo and the fight and began thinking about good memories with his friends and Taarin. I don't wanna pasify you I don't wanna drag you down but I'm feelin like a prisoner like a stranger in a no named town I see all the angry faces afraid that could be you and me talkin about what might have been I'm thinkin about what I used to be Rocky thought about the fight between Taarin and him and tried to ignore those images in his head. He had to focus on Apollo and Drago. He could not get distracted. His mind began to play a jumble of memories, now just about Taarin and the fight. There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy way out Giving in can't be wrong The memories of Drago almost diminished entirely and the memories became of the good times with his friends. He remembered the time he sold Dinosaur capsules as drugs to get money for the site. He remembered when he cut off his hand to do his art homework. He remembered when John dressed up as Xy63r N1nja and had a hostile takeover. Baby,baby we can shed this skin we can know how we feel inside instead of goin' down and endless road not knowin if we're dead or alive But Some things are worth Fighting for Some feelings never die I'm not askin for another chance I just wanna know why Rocky used all of his will-power to end all of the happy thoughts. He now was focused on the blow that killed Apollo. As Apollo fell in his mind, he fell. He fell alongside Apollo as if they were one. Part of him died with Apollo. All tears he might have had in him turned to stone. He was going to be strong. The flashing Drago appeared in his mind again. His mind was now focused on the task at hand. There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy way out Giving in , giving in can't be wrong no There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy , no easy, no easy way out There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy way out Giving in , giving in can't be wrong no There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy , no easy, no easy way out There's no easy way out There's no shortcut home There's no easy way out… "There's no easy way out of this mess…" BearFrog said angrily as he rubbed his hands together. "Well, at least we have a fire." Turtle Man said happily. BearFrog looked down at the tiny spark Turtle Man called a fire. Suddenly, the wind blew it out. "GAH!! How can it possibly get worse?!" yelled BearFrog. "Hello boys." Said Comrade Picard (using a megaphone), who was standing outside in the middle of a blizzard with about five hundred soldiers. "D'oh!" yelled Turtle Man and BearFrog at the same time. The two cold Americans exited the caves and stared at the miniature army. Then gave weak glances at each other and then BearFrog ripped off his shirt and put a belt of bullets over his chest. He then picked up a nearby machine gun which they had found out of in the cold. Turtle Man began to scream loudly. His eyes bulged as he scream and the earth beneath him shook. All of the soldiers felt this force and some of them walked backwards slightly and then ran. Without even looking, Comrade Picard shot all of them with his handgun. Turtle Man's muscles grew. His shirt was destroyed by the ki surrounding him (though his pants were fine). Suddenly his left arm became very big. He reached into it and pulled out a huge sword. The transformation was not done yet. His hair grew longer and his face suddenly had blue makeup on it. "Let's get em." Said Turtle Man with an Irish accent. " Attack! " yelled Comrade Picard. The soldiers obeyed and ran towards BearFrog and Turtle Man in the cold snow. "Freedom!" yelled Turtle Man. Bullets were flying as BearFrog shot his gun. No soldiers were killed by BearFrog, but some of their guns were disabled, including Picard's. Turtle Man, however, just began hacking and slashing through the soldiers while BearFrog did his mercy shooting. " Cease Fire! " yelled Picard. He approached BearFrog and Turtle Man who have stopped attacking. "You are quite impressive, American. What is your name?" "BearFrog." "Ah, an alias. How nice. I am Comrade Picard." "Comrade Picard…Hey! Aren't you that Russian former boxing champion?" asked Turtle Man. "Yes, I am. Now I am a commanding officer in the new Soviet Union. I would like to know where you got your abilities." "Rocky taught every customer who bought a Bob shirt how to control ki energy and-" Turtle Man began before BearFrog hit Turtle Man in the back of his neck and knocked him out. "So where did Mr. Pinnicle learn how to use ki?" BearFrog turned around, ignoring the question. He walked over to outside the cave and picked up his yellow jacket. He dusted off the snow and put it on as he walked back toward Picard and picked up Turtle Man. "I'm not telling you anything. I have enough ki to fly to Japan and I'm leaving so if you'll excuse me…" said BearFrog as he tried to walk around, but the Soviet stepped in front of him. "I shall let you pass if you can defeat me in combat." "Well, a fight sounds like fun," said BearFrog as he made a fire using ki and placed TM next to it, "Alright, bring it." The Russian began to power up like they did previously. His muscles bulged and his shirt ripped off in the process, showing a surprisingly powerful figure. "Oh ." POW! BearFrog took a punch right to the kisser. He spun around before hit the ground. Picard tried to lift up BearFrog by his legs, but BearFrog kicked Picard in the gut to counter. Kick! Block! Punch! Block! Each move they tried on each other the other blocked. Some soldiers took out their guns but the captain told them to stand down. The two entered a grapple, with neither budging and inch. Then BearFrog got a smart idea. He kicked Picard in the place where families are made. Picard jumped back in pain, and BearFrog then began his assault on Picard. All of his blows damaging, all of them full of ki. With one final kick, Picard was launched back twenty feet into the snow. "Impressive…"said Picard as he pushed himself up. "But let us see how you face our new secret weapon… Come out Rocky Statue!" A small gray box that a soldier was holding was set on the ground. Suddenly it began to grow, with a form shaping as it grew. Then the look-alike of Rocky Pinnicle stood before everyone. It slowly walked towards BearFrog. BearFrog grinned and charged toward it. BAM! A powerful punch to the head! The statue had attacked BearFrog so fast he didn't even see it. He shook off his headache and gave a very powerful punch to the statue's chest, The statue simply stood motionless, as did BearFrog. They stood in that position. BearFrog began to walk back in fear and then faced another punch, this time to the gut. "Gah…what am I gonna do?" BearFrog asked himself as he fell next to TM. Suddenly he heard something that nobody else seemed to notice. He gave a wide grin and then got up smirking. He put Turtle Man over his shoulder's and then gave a finger gesture to all of the Russians. ZOOM! A plane appeared overhead. BearFrog flew up to it as fast as he could and punched a hole in the plane. He arrived in the cargo area and gave a sigh of relief as he flew away from his Russian rivals. Now they could get some warmth and relax as they flew… " They got away! Now how are we supposed to find out how they gained ki knowledge! " "Ahem!" said a voice. " You! " yelled Picard. "Yes, me. I was the private hacker you hired." Said Dingus with a smirk. "Yes…we destroyed your computer, Mr. Dinguson." "Yes, but I myself have ki knowledge because I stalked Rocky and learned from him teaching others. We have a long standing rivalry between us. As does my friend here…" said Dingus as he extended an arm. Behind him was a stranger in a cloak. He threw it off to reveal Kermit The Frog! The statue walked towards them but Picard put his arm in front of the statue, who stopped. "Mr. Picard, contact your premier. I think we can work to reach both of our goals…" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ZOOM! The plane was about to land. The place was surrounded with soldiers, staring at the plane without any emotion at all. Two worlds collide Rival nations It's a primitive clash Venting years of frustrations. Bravely we hope Against all hope There is so much at stake Seems our freedom's up Against the ropes… Does the crowd understand? Is it East versus West Or man against man Can any nation stand alone? Two Russian eagerly await the Americans to exit the plane. They sit still in a car, as another Russian waits outside of it. He is wearing a suit similar to that a detective would wear in old movies, complete with hat but he had a funny mustache to go with the look. In front of him was another car which looked just like the one he was leaning on. The plane door opened and the door, which had steps on it touched the ground. Bob stepped out, fully covered with winter clothing. In the burning Heart Just about to burst There's a quest for answers An unquenchable thirst In the darkest night Rising like a spire In the burning heart The unmistakable fire "What an awful flight over here. So this is Russia? Don't look so tough, eh Rock?" said Bob as she stepped off the plane. Tony Duke then stepped out of the plane and looked up to see the Soviet flag waving. The flag seemed so…evil…so…powerful… It gave him chills, which made the freezing cold Siberia much more cold. The others exited and felt the same chills, though not on the level Tony felt them. Then Rocky exited. He looked around the fort and saw that all the soldiers were looking at him. He got off the plane and the two cars approached. The mustached man exited the car and approached Rocky. "Mr. Pinnicle, Drasvitiah. We take you to quarters now. Please enter car." Said the man with a powerful Russian accent. "Hey when does the sun come up? This is bad for my sinuses." Said John. "The weather changes from hour to hour. Get used to it. Get in car now, we have very long trip." "Are we all going to fit?" asked Cat as they walked towards the cars. "If we don't Bob gets to go because the other people are more stupid than Bob…stupid." BearFrog (who had been sleeping) just woke up. He thought he heard Bob's voice. He jumped out of the plane with TM and saw them entering the cars. BearFrog decided he would fly above them as they traveled so he could see what was going on because he didn't want to risk causing a scene. He was, however, cold. So was TM (presumably) so BearFrog "borrowed" a few uniforms from soldiers who were suddenly "tied up". In the warriors code There's no surrender Though his body says stop His spirit cries - never! Deep in our soul A quiet ember Know it's you against you It's the paradox That drives us on The cars arrived in a snowy village in which the snow was three feet high. The cars stopped in front of an old house that had a man standing on the porch with a block of wood. He lived in the house and "volunteered" to have the Americans stay there as guests. BearFrog decided to land behind the house and he then snuck up to the side so he could hear what they were saying. It's a battle of wills In the heat of attack It's the passion that kills The victory is yours alone In the burning Heart Just about to burst There's a quest for answers An unquenchable thirst In the darkest night Rising like a spire In the burning heart The unmistakable fire Everyone got out of the cars except for the two Russian men who were in the cars earlier. "Like you request, yes?" asked the mustached man. "You requested this dump?" asked Bob. "Yeah." Replied Rocky. "Why? Are you planning to grow some reindeer?" "I just want to get away from everything." "Then why'd you bring us along?" "Moral support during the match." "The equipment you requested is in there." Said the mustached man as he pointed to an ice covered barn. "Who are they?" Rocky asked as he pointed at the two Russians in the car. "They are official chaperones. They go where you go." "This is below human standard. Not even the U.S. is this bad." Maci commented. "You gotta complain Rocky! There's no internet here! We'll crack out here!" John said in a panicked voice. "You mean YOU'LL crack out here." Said James with his arms folded. "Shaaaaa…" "Does he ever have any other dialogue in a BearFrog fanfic?" asked Cat. "You have everything I have been instructed to provide. Das Vidanyah." Said the mustached man as he entered the car and then drove off. "Well, ready to do some sparring?" asked John. "I don't think I need it anymore, John." Replied Rocky. "No sparring, no t.v., no squirrelies to kill…what a depressing vacation." Said Bob as she hoped on top of the snow and began to walk around when suddenly it caved in under her and she screamed "WOOOAAHH!" Boot was kind enough to pick up Bob and then hold the cat in his arms as they followed the others into the house. "What am I gonna do? Somebody has to watch the forums! The place won't last if I'm not there for a long period of time!" " Don't worry, " Boot began, " I left somebody in charge who is very similar to you. " "Phew! That's a relief! Thanks Boot! I hope whoever you got can last while I make a laptop. I can't believe I forgot it again!" said John as he walked off. "So…who'd you get?" asked Cat. " John's clone. " Elsewhere in America, John's clone is typing on the forums using John's account. "htat is stupid you is banned now1" Elsewhere in the same country, I:h:e:a:r:t:b:o:b is wondering why he just got banned from NC forums. Now let's turn our attention back to Russia. It is now nighttime. BearFrog and Turtle Man are hiding in a closet, waiting for a chance to talk to Rocky or somebody alone. Bob slept soundly by the fireplace while Cat listened to an Alvin & The Chipmunks C.D. Chad was sleeping, John was making a laptop out of wood, Boot was resting, James was eating a live pig, P.J. was roasting marshmallows by the fire, and Maci was watching Tony play chess with their Russian host. "Check-mate my friend." Tony said. The Russian knocked over the white king and then Tony headed upstairs where Rocky was unpacking. He was setting up photos in the mirror like he had at home, surrounded by pictures of good times with his friends. One photo, however, was of an enemy. He put up a black and white newspaper clipping of Ivan Drago up on the mirror. Knock, Knock, Knock. "Hey champ. Can I come up?" asked Tony. "Yeah sure." Replied Rocky. Tony walked up the stairs and entered the room. "How are you doing?" asked Tony. "Pretty good." "Some kind of weather we're having up here, huh?" "Yeah, it's pretty rough." "To prep for what you gotta do it's good. Toughen you up." Said Tony with a smile. His tone changed suddenly. "I know you're going to have to do almost everything alone up here, but you know I'll be with you." "Yeah, I know." "Apollo was like my son…I raised him. And when he died…part of me died…" "Apollo's dead?!" BearFrog thought to himself as he waited in the closet for the best moment to exit. "But now…you're the one…You're the one that's gonna keep his spirit alive…You're the one that's gonna make sure he didn't die for nothin'. Now you're going to have to go through hell. Worse than any nightmare you ever dreamed…but in the end…I know you'll be the last one standing." "Thanks Tony." Said Rocky as they gave each other a hug. "I'll try…" Tony left the hug. "You know what you've got to do. Do It. Do It…" Tony then went downstairs. Rocky was unpacking his clothes when BearFrog fell out of the closet, in the Russian uniform covered by his yellow jacket. "Hey Rocky. What's up?" BearFrog asked. "Why are you in a Siberian house closet wearing Russian uniforms with Turtle Man?" asked Rocky. "You know that's a good question. It's a long story and-" "Hey Rocky, we're out of marshmallows and…hey BearFrog. What's up?" asked P.J. "We-" "Hey guys!" yelled P.J. "BearFrog and Turtle Man are here!" Suddenly everybody arrived upstairs, including the Russian man. "You are friends with Soviet soldiers?" asked the Russian. "Uhh…yeah. Hey, could you please leave the room. We need to talk to them." Said John. "Sure." Said the Russian man as he headed downstairs and closed the door. He then put his head next to it. "In the U.S.S.R., they encourage people to spy on their neighbor and I doubt they would discourage spying on Americans." John told the group. "Just like America." Maci commented. "So what have you two been up to?" asked Cat. "That's what I asked them when I found them in the closet." Rocky told the group. "Hey, isn't that illegal?" "No, MARRIAGE is illegal and that's in the U.S. I'm not sure about the Soviet's policy on the issue but they're too busy killing their own citizens." John told the group. "Just like America." Maci chimed in. "Hey, at least we're doing something about it unlike the Soviets! Show some patriotism Maci!" "I do have American pride, just not in the current America." "At least Bush is trying to improve the nation!" "I really hope he loses in the election. I think it's tonight, right?" "Yes it is and I hope he wins. That way he'll save the lives of all the unborn babies." "Yes, and kill the innocent people on death row and put our country into utter turmoil." "Whoa, guys! Easy on the politics! We don't want BearFrog to start his sarcastic political humor." Said Bob. "Shaaaaa…." Said Chad. "I agree. And get better dialogue." Said Cat. "Oh man, I hate that." Said P.J. "Too evil for me." Said James. "Alright! BearFrog, give us the 411 on what's going on here." Rocky ordered BearFrog. "Well, it all started when I took a trip to China…" While BearFrog told his comrades about his adventures, the enemies of Rocky were sitting down with the premier, who had a gigantic glass window behind him. On the other side was an indoor track where Ivan was running laps. "Why would I let you attack Rocky Pinnicle? He will be fighting in an important match against Ivan." The premier told them. "Mr. Kotoff, you want to learn if the legends are true, yes? Rocky Pinnicle is the key. If we figure out how he learned to use his ki..nehahaha…ki…key…get it? Nyahahaha…Anyway, we just want to kill Rocky. We can get the info out of him and then dress up stoney here to look like Rocky." Said Kermit as he pointed at the statue. "He has a good point sir. We did steal it for situations like that and this could make the fight much easier." Picard told his premier. "Yes, but you should keep Drago training because failure is very possible, especially with all of his friends around." Dingus commented. "You will not fail, but we shall push Drago to the limit because the statue might attack and his strength increases every day. But do not worry, the Soviet Union will make sure that you do not fail. Gentlemen, follow me." Said the premier as he got up. " Sir! " yelled one soviet soldier as he entered the room. " We found the Americans! They are with Pinnicle and his comrades! " " Even more reason to attack them! We have to kill them before our secrets are let out! They have probably told the Pinnicle team so we must get them! " yelled Picard angrily, who wanted to kill BearFrog. " Yes, I agree! To the labs! " yelled Kotoff, Ruler of The Soviet Union. Now it is time to once again shift our focus elsewhere. We return to the upper room of the Siberian home in which BearFrog was telling the story. "So you dressed up like Rambo and Braveheart?" asked John. "Yes we did, Johnny." Said BearFrog in a voice imitating the colonel from Rambo. "It really made sense at the time but I later realized that it was Siberia and very, very cold. That's why we took the uniforms after we got off the plane and also to try to look less suspicious." "That would be a good plan had you not had the yellow jacket on over the uniform." Maci said. "Dude…Aside from my Bob shirt, which is very comfortable and sold at a great price, it is the only piece of awesomely cool clothing I own!" "Why not buy more Bob shirts?" suggested Bob. "Hey, that's a great idea. In fact, I think I'll get some other great an inexpensive Neptune Circle merchandise too!" said BearFrog as he turned and winked at nobody. "Guys, this is all very interesting but I have to get up early and train so…" Rocky began. "Alright, we got it. You have to train so you can kick some commie butt!" BearFrog yelled excitedly. "BearFrog, kindly shut up." Bob said to BearFrog. BearFrog did. He realized that Rocky had to do this alone, without joy. He had to go through the most difficult training of his life for his most difficult fight. The group went downstairs and got themselves settled in and gave a brief excuse to the Russian man (very brief as BearFrog knew little of the language) and they all went to sleep (except for Turtle Man who was still knocked out). The group left Rocky alone in the room to gather his thoughts once more and to prepare for training. He looked down at the newspaper clipping intensely for a long time before finally going to bed. He got up with the sun the next day… It was a cold morning in Siberia, as most Siberian mornings are, but this morning was calm and cool. There was no wind, simply the utter silence of nature. Rocky got up right away, in his mountain training gear and looked out to see his Russian chaperones. Rocky walked across the snow yard and began jogging in the street with the Russians following behind by car. As he ran the neighbors watched him: an old man and his wife, a young child and his mother, and their spy of a host who reported the incident involving BearFrog to the government. Rocky, however, was just there to train. He ran along the street, almost causing a carriage to crash, but jogged swiftly enough to avoid an accident. The two Russians spied on Rocky with their binoculars to see what this "special training" would be. Machines everywhere were monitoring Ivan Drago's performance. He was on a machine that simulated climbing, and it was quite similar to a treadmill. This, however, was much more intense. He had to climb with his arms too, or nothing would happen. He had been doing this exercise for hours and was getting quite sweaty. As he did that, Rocky was running up the slopes of steep, snowy hills. He too had been running for hours, but had not the convenience of a warm room. Rocky ran across the small and freezing cold creek, and some of the painful water splashed onto his legs. But he kept on running, as did Drago. In their training headquarters there was an area where Drago would run laps on a mat-like setting. As he wore the tight white suit, he punched the speed bag when he passed each time, marking a new lap. Rocky didn't punch the air at the end of a lap, he just simply kept running up the stream (in it still, I might add). He wanted to reach the end of the stream and see what was there. Ivan moved his thick legs up and down and up and down in rhythmic fashion, as he did with moving his arms from in to out. It was a need training style that the scientists concluded would produce highly impressive results. Taking the advice of the scientists, Kotoff forced Drago to take this intense training as his lovely wife watched. Whilst Drago did that, Rocky was busy helping the man in the carriage, who had gotten stuck later. Rocky helped him get the carriage out of the snow and then continued on with his training of running in the freezing cold. Speed is important. That was surely known in the room with red lighting as Ivan was spinning the wheel with the poles extending out of it. Ivan turned this instrument as opposed to the speed-bag Rocky was using because this instrument could measure his speed, and also increase other muscle areas that speed-bag training does not usually result in. Bam! Rocky smashed the speed-bag flat with a furious final punch before moving onto his next part of training: Every-day life. In Siberia, it's cold all the time. Rocky went outside during a snow storm to chop wood for his friends inside the cabin. It was hard moving the saw back and forth on the large log with the strong winds, but he did it. He did it with the Russians watching. Russians were watching Ivan too. Slowly the large barbells he was lifting got larger. More weight was added on. As was true with Rocky as he threw logs into the wheel-barrow. The logs were getting harder and harder to move, as was the same for Drago lifting the weights. Clarance sat on the sled in the freezing cold snow-storm as Rocky got down on his hands and knees and tried moving the sled forward, giving it all he had. Drago did a similar exercise, only he was pulling nothing. He was just moving his arms and legs back and forth on a machine that did the same exercise. Both men struggled to push forward, but they did. They did not stop. Rocky was doing pull-ups in the barn. Now with his jacket off and white muscle-shirt on, he pulled himself up the hanging log that was on a fairly loose piece of rope. It rotated slowly as Rocky did this exercise and made it all the more difficult. Tony, John and BearFrog watched in awe as Rocky kept up his training. After that, at nightfall, he went outside (in his full winter clothing) and punched at the air and then picked up and large log and put it behind his shoulders. He then began to walk in the deep snow, carrying his cross. Bam! Drago smashed his sparring partner with a punch! Chink! Rocky hit the axe against the tree to chop down wood! Bam! Chink! Bam! Chink! Bam! Chink! Tiiiiimmbeerr!! Both the tree and the sparring partner fell to the ground, accepting defeat. After that, Rocky went back to his jogging. When he got back to the cabin a surprise awaited him. Taarin. "I couldn't stay away anymore…I missed you." Said Taarin softly. "I missed you." Replied Rocky. "I'm with you, no matter what." "No matter what." "No matter what…" Rocky and Taarin gave one-another a heart-felt kiss in the freezing cold, and thus did their lips stick together for quite some time (though not due to the cold.) Bang! This was just what Rocky needed. His beard had become messy, his body stronger. But his heart…his heart had weakened. And Taarin healed it. Back in the shed he was training again, this time with jump ropes. He began to swing so fast you wouldn't see his feet even touch the ground. Then after a steady pace of that he finished up with a speedy series of jumps that made dust fly straight out of the holes in the barn and straight into the neighboring houses. Silence in the darkness creeps into your soul Envy moves the light of self control The gate that holds you captive has the door Burnin' with determination to even up the score Sit ups had apparently gotten boring, so Rocky did something called "air ups". John would hold Rocky's feet down from the balcony in the barn, and Rocky would do sit ups, and punch the air at the top of them. Drago pushed himself up and down inside a machine that simulated the same workout, but Rocky's extent was just plain crazy. The results were showing as Rocky chopped wood with John. Each wood block was cut with incredible precision and power. Before it was normal wood chopping, but now it seemed as if some powerful force was destroying a castle wall. Drago then began to ease up on training while Rocky tied up a bunch of large Rocky's in a net and then lifted them using pulleys by turning his back and pulling. The pain was almost nigh impossible to endure, and his back ached, yet his iron will would not be broken. His heart was raging deep within his soul, and it was on fire… Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth draws near More new training for Rocky was done. He would lie on a table and then lift up his entire body like sit-ups, but always keep his arms on the sides of the table in that same bent position. "Come on, Rocky. No pain." Said Tony. 3580psi That's what the monitor said after Drago hit the punching machine. 4700psi 6000psi Bam! Another punch from Drago and the machine broke down, shocking the audience watching. Time will not allow you to stay still, no Silence breaks the heart and bends the will Defense is guilty passions out of control Rules and regulations have no meaning any more Drago received his daily shot of yellow liquid. In the tube, a combination of Ki science and anabolic steroids. His strength was almost doubled each time he took one of those shots, and it was soon thought that if he were to get any stronger, the world would be unable to handle such a behemoth. Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth is here Rocky was in his room, looking at all the photographs. Then the photograph of Drago caught his eye, and he grabbed and crushed it in one motion. He then tossed the paper into the garbage and went outside to go back to training. Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Fever's risin', energizin', right up to till end All of his friends were in the large wooden wheel-barrel type device. Rocky then grabbed the ends that a hose would normally grab and began lifting up the heavy thing very slowly. At this point Rocky was extremely buffed up, more muscular than he had ever been before in his life. Drago was lifting the heaviest weight he had ever lifted in his life. He pushed with all his might as the crowd watched with anticipation. Both of them raised their weights into the air. But Drago dropped his almost instantly. "DRAGO!!" Rocky yelled as he kept his comrades in air/ Heart's on fire Strong desire Rages deep within Fever's risin' Energizin' Right up till the end Heart's on fire Strong desire… Raging in till the end… Rocky was back to running and Drago was on a treadmill. Rocky began to run extremely fast up and loose his Russian guards while the trainers in Drago's camp pushed a button that slowly made the treadmill stepper, life a cliff. Both struggled to keep moving, to go the distance. But Drago feel. Rocky kept on running up the mountain, up to it's pinnacle. He climbed and grabbed until he reached the peak and screamed out his opponent's name. "DRAGOOOO!!! DRAGOOOO!! DRAGOOOO!!" yelled Rocky with his arms extended. It was the night before the fight. The sun was beginning to set over this part of Russia, and Rocky's group had to catch their flight to Moscow. They were all packed and ready to go. Rocky had even shaved and got his regular appearance back. But before they could leave, their host stopped them. "Mr. Pinnicle, wait! I have something for you!" he said with a thick Russian accent. Rocky looked puzzled as he was handed a small orange orb. "It is my most prized possession, and I give it to you: for good luck." "Gee, thanks. But really, you didn't have to give me this…" began Rocky. "No, I had to atone. I had spied on you and reported you to the government, and you are in fact and kind and great man. Please, forgive me." "Hey, no harm no fo-" BLAM!! The cabin blew up. The large group turned in front of them quickly after the explosion (and falling face first into the snow), and saw Kermit standing in front of them. Only Kermit was different. He had huge muscles and was gigantic, like a wrestler, but bigger. Still, he had the guns in his arms. And next to him was Dingus, wearing a Soviet soldier outfit. "Kermit!!" yelled Rocky in anger. "Hi-ho, hi-ho!" yelled the frog. "It's time for you to die, Rocky Pinnicle!" yelled Dingus angrily. "I've got a flight to catch," he replied calmly. "Sorry, but your flight has been CANCELLED!!" yelled Kermit as he and Dingus charged towards Rocky. Closing his eyes calmly, Rocky jumped up in the air in the right time and moved his body the right way (it was very quick and none of us saw), and when he landed, he stood in the wind like a stationary stone. Soon after, Kermit and Dingus, who had stopped moving completely, fell to the ground. "Bravo, Comrade Pinnicle," said Picard as he clapped his hands, walking towards Rocky. "And just who are you?" said Rocky, who was facing the other way. "He's Comrade Picard of the Soviet Army. He's pretty tough Rocky!" yelled Turtle-Man. "So are you here to escort me to the airport?" asked Rocky. "Far from it." Said Picard as he suddenly appeared right in front of Rocky and threw a punch at his face. Rocky did not move, because the punch did not hit his face. Picard simply held his fist in front of Rocky's face. "Impressive," Picard laughed. The general threw off his vest to reveal the powerful figure underneath it and got into fighting stance. "Now, Mr. Pinnicle, prepare to me-" Bam! Boom! Pow! Boom! Rocky unleashed a quick series of powerful blows on Picard, who stumbled backward in pain, clutching his gut. Blood coughed out of his mouth in surprise. It blew his mind that anyone was this much more powerful than him. "He….heh….Very impressive. But let me ask you this Rocky: Can you beat yourself?" asked Picard. "What are you talking about?" "Heh…Come out: Rocky Statue!!" Out of the snow a figure jump into the air and landed solidly in front of Rocky. It was that statue in Boston, but somehow it had come to life and was staring down at Rocky. "Now…Attack!!!" yelled Picard. The statue obeyed and threw an incredibly fast punch at Rocky, which he ducked under and countered with an uppercut. The statue felt no pain and simply turned it's head back down to face Rocky and quickly gave him a punch to head. Rocky zoomed backwards at the attack but stopped himself in mid-air and then charged back forward towards the statue. When he got there, however, he couldn't see the statue anywhere. "He's in the snow!!" yelled Bob. Rocky moved his eyes around shiftily as sweat fell from his brow. He would have to rely on all of his sense other than Ki to detect this monster. Suddenly, a tiny sound was heard in the snow. Rocky quickly turned and kicked the statue that was standing behind him, but to no avail. The beast still unleashed and overhead smash to Rocky's head. After pulling himself from the ground, he got an idea. "Fire Starter!" yelled Rocky as he threw two small energy boomerangs from his hands. They hit the powerful state, but did not explode. Part of them were inside the statue while the other part was still hanging outside in the air. "Good, it works." Rokcy said to himself. "What are you doing stupid?! Throw bigger ones!!" yelled Bob. While dodging the statue's attacks Rocky threw more and more Fire Starters at it until eventually the statue's entire body was covered in them. He smirked as he saw the glowing monster head towards him and then he raised a ki filled hand up the air. Then all of the Fire Starters got bigger…and bigger. Soon you couldn't even see the staue, though he was still attacking. "I think that oughta do it." Said Rocky as he clenched his fist. BOOM!! The giant explosion made the night sky as bright as daylight. All of the people there closed their eyes but Turtle-Man, who had brought along sunglasses. After the light and dust cleared, a clear winner was shown. Rocky stood over the remains of the statue and looked at Picard intently. Picard then ran away like a little girl. "Well, let's get going. We'll be late for our flight," Rocky said to his friends. "And your fight." Said P.J. "Hello everyone, merry Christmas. We're in Moscow in the Soviet Union in which we will see probably the most watched sporting event in all of history. The Mountain Peak, Rocky Pinnicle, facing off against Ivan Drago, whose nickname has changed since that tragedy in Las Vegas to 'Death from Above'. " said the American commentator. Backstage, Rocky was getting the tape wrapped around his hands. The other were looking at the two Soviet guards watching them through a glass window, but Rocky's mind was elsewhere. He punched his gloves together and they made sounds more powerful than the crowd that was chanting his opponent's name… While Maci walked around back and forth (cloaked in an American flag), Rocky began to pray in his little corner of the room. This day, this most sacred of days, would be the day he fought the most evil of evils. Two thousand and four years ago a little baby was born, and that little baby changed human history forever. Rocky wasn't here to change history. He was just there to prevail. He was just there to topple the evils of the world and show that good guys can still win. He was there to help finish Apollo's dream of beating ithem/i once and for all. "Rocky, I know you and I have had some bad times in the past…" began Turtle-Man as he, Rocky, Bob, Maci and Tony walked out of the locker room. "But you've always been there for me when I needed help, even when I was acting all stupid and crazy. And, I don't usually express feelings too well, but…If I could jump out of my skin and be anybody I wanted to, it'd be you…" he said with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, TM." Said Rocky as he hugged Turtle-Man. "Now knock this guy's teeth out!" yelled Turtle-Man as he headed for the seating area, followed by two guards, Rocky and company moved towards the steel-gate door and it was opened for them by a Soviet guard standing by. As they entered the arena, Rocky's white robe gleamed in the light. His friends looked up to see all of the booing Russians who were proudly waving their U.S.S.R. flags. "Man, listen to this crowd! We knew he wouldn't be popular, but this is based on pure hatred!" yelled one commentator as Rocky walked towards the ring. Nicoli Kotoff smiled as he watched Pinnicle get booed by so many people: a crowd reaction he was not used to. "But man, this guys is rock solid! The booing crowd does not seem to bother him one bit." Said the commentator as Rocky looked up at where all the government officials were sitting. He then turned his head back towards the ring. "He's a picture of concentration. The champ has a look tonight that could burn through lead. Rocky entered the ring and looked out to see the entrance of the Russian National Champion. The lights dimmed and Drago jogged towards the ring, following the two men carrying torches. The smoke had spread and the man entered the ring and went to his corner, which had an entire empire backing it. All the time he was out there Drago and Rocky stared at one another until Drago looked toward Kotoff and nodded, who then did the same. "I would like to point out that this is a non-sanctioned match. It is not for the title. The American Boxing Commission has not sanctioned this fight. This is not for the title," Said one British commentator. Both men removed their robes. Both of them wearing trunks that represented their nation, but one of the trunks had a story. One of them belonged to one of the greatest fighters of all time, who could never fight again. One of them had sweat and blood in them. One of them did not. As Drago removed his robe he got a standing ovation. Then, after both robes were removed, music started playing. The entire crowd turned to salute the Soviet flag as the Soviet nation anthem played. A gigantic flag-like backdrop was raised from the back and on the flag was none other than Ivan Drago and the hammer and sickle. That symbol used to represent a government that was for the people. Now it was as tainted as a swastika. After the music stopped the lighting in the room became brighter once again. Rocky and Drago remained the same. They had been staring at each other ever since Drago entered the ring. The bad blood could be cut with a knife. "Ladies and Gentman! "yelled the announcer, who was in the center of ring. He began speaking in Russian, introducing Rocky. The crowd jeered. "Never in my life have I seen such a hostile crowd," Said the British man. Then he introduced Drago. The crowd cheered. Rocky and Drago met one another in the center of the ring. They looked deep into each other's eyes, totally ignoring everything the Russian ref was saying. They just looked at each other for the longest time, with Drago towering over Rocky. Drago was the only one of them to speak up there. "I must break you." Smash! Drago hit Rocky's gloves down forcefully. After his little show of his new power, Drago headed to his corner, as did Rocky. "Hey Rocky, remember what I said about wanting to be you?" asked Turtle-Man. "Yeah?" "Forget it." Rocky turned to face Drago, who was in his corner and replied "Thanks, TM." Rocky then knelt back down in his corner to pray again while Drago danced a bit in his corner. After praying Rocky got some advice from Tony. "Take it to him, Rock! Be a rock fighter! Be a rock fighter! No pain!" yelled Tony. "No pain." Replied Rocky. "No pain!!" "No pain!!" "Alright, go do it!!" yelled Tony. Ding! Ding! Rocky and Drago met each other in the center of the ring, but Drago had much longer arms and got the first punch. Bam! A right to the head. Drago slowly moved Rocky into his own corner with one-two combos to the chest and head, occasionally taking the time to do an extra punch in one of the two areas. Rocky was taking some serious punishment from Drago until he grabbed the ropes and swung around them just like Rey Mysterio and landed right behind Drago. In the center of the ring Drago once again was giving Rocky long blows to the head. Rocky tried to get in to punch Drago, but he couldn't get past his long reaching arms. Then, quickly and masterfully, Rocky charged Drago and shoved him up against the ropes. Bam! Bam! Bam! Rocky pounded away at Drago's mid-section. Zoom! Drago pushed Rocky into the center of the ring and smiled widely, showing Rocky his black mouth-guard. Rocky ran back against the ropes and continued pounding at Drago's mid-section but then the swooped around and it was Drago who was pounding away at Rocky's head. They began to move around the ring as they fought, giving Rocky more opportunity. He tried for a leaping punch with his right, but he missed and got another hard blow from Drago. Drago grabbed Rocky and held him up by the neck and began to pound away at his head. The crowd cheered as he tossed Rocky to the ground hard, causing a cut to appear in the corner of Rocky's head. The ref began to count. Rocky had already fallen to the ground in Round 1. Rocky managed to shake it off and get up quickly. Drago was waiting near him and then went back to smashing Rocky's body with his Soviet super punches. He was beating up Rocky in Rocky's corner, with his friends getting a close up view of their friend's battle. Ding! Ding! The round had ended, but Rocky held onto Drago and charge him forward. Drago stopped them in the middle of the ring and shoved Rocky back into his own corner like a rag-doll. It had not been a great start. "Things aren't looking so good for Rocky Pinnicle. Not only is fighting a seemingly invincibly opponent, he is also fighting a very hostile crowd and the Soviet government officials looking on," said one America commentator. "This is all the Democratic party's fault!" yelled the other American commentator, who happened to be Rush Limbaugh. "If they hadn't supported of great president more then the Soviet Union wouldn't have risen again! Them and there talk of 'equal rights' and 'helping the homeless' and 'caring about other people'…Now we have to watch our good home boys get beat up by those damn ruskies!" "Should you really be saying that in the Soviet Union?" asked his colleague. "Ha! What are those stupid ruskies going to do-" Zap! A Soviet soldier zapped Rush with a tazer and dragged him out of the arena, into prison. "Alright, what's happening out there?" asked Tony as he took a cotton ball and bobbed it against Rocky's bloody head. "He's winning…I see three of him out there…" replied Rocky. "Hit the one in the middle," Suggested Bob. "Right! Hit the one in the middle," repeated Tony. " You're not doing as you are told! The American is small and weak…weak. " said Drago's trainer as Drago took a drink of water. "No pain!!" yelled Tony. "No pain!" yelled Rocky. "Take his heart!!" "Take his heart!!" "No pain!!" "No pain!!" Ding Ding! Round 2 began. Rocky and Drago moved toward the center of the ring, and once again Drago's long punches hit Rocky. But this time, Rocky ducked under some of them. He was also circling Drago and managed to stay in the center of the ring. "Rocky Pinnicle has taken Drago's best punches so far! He's cut and he's bleeding but he's on his feet!" Rocky made a leaping punch but missed, and then felt Drago give him a powerful blow to the head. Bam! Another leaping punch, but this one made contact. Drago grabbed Rocky and threw him to the ground hard. Rocky quickly got up and got Drago in the gut once before Drago unleashed a one-two combo on his head and he fell again. He quickly got up again, only to take more one-twos from Drago. "He's getting killed out there!" yelled Maci. Bam! Bam! Bam! More pain was found in Rocky's body every second he was out there. Drago's blows were incredibly painful. Rocky was now up against his corner, taking blows from Drago. The two swung around, but only for Drago to punch Rocky in the gut and sending him to the opposite corner. But Rocky was ready. He landed on the side of the corner and then pushed himself forward, charging for Drago at a high speed. Filling his punch with ki, he unleashed a furious blow to Drago's head, giving him a deep cut. "The Russians cut! And it's a bad cut!!" yelled one commentator. Now it was Rocky coming after Drago. Rocky was punishing Drago for his sins as Drago retreated backwards. Drago was now feeling true pain. Bam! A powerful punch by Rocky sent Drago into a nearby corner, greatly injuring his back. Rocky pounded away at the stalled Drago, but Drago threw enough punches to get out of the corner and back into the center of the ring. Back in the center of the ring, Rocky once again charged like a bull and shoved Drago against the ropes, and then began beating on the larger man. He would not stop unleashing powerful blows to Drago's head. Even when the bell rang and the ref pulled at him he would not stop. Drago grabbed Rocky by the throat and punched him in the head. Rocky, in turn, picked up Drago and threw him to the ground with Rocky on top of him. Rocky punched at the laying Drago and had to be pulled off by the ref and his team-mates. "It's a gutter war! No holds barred in Moscow!! Rocky may be on the receiving end so far, but he's here to fight! This is shaping up to be a personal war and right now it's anybody's boxing match!!" "You're doing good Rocko. I couldn't have done better myself." Said Bob. "Thanks, Bobbie." Replied Rocky as he sat down on his stool. " How can you do this? He's nothing! Soft! " yelled Drago's trainer. "You got him hurt bad. No he's worried. You cut him! You hurt him! See?! He's not a machine! He's a man!" yelled Tony. " He is not human…he's like a piece of iron. " Drago said as he got up. "You want it more than he does! No pain!!" "No pain!!" "No pain!!" "No pain!!" "No pain!!" "Okay, take it to him!!" Ding! Round 3 began with Drago taking charge, but Rocky was blocking the blows well. He was circling his arms like a man rowing a kayak, blocking all blows Drago was giving him. Bam Bam! Rocky took two punches to his head. Bam Bam! Drago took two punches to his head. Rocky went for a ki filled punch but Drago blocked it with a small energy blast that dazzled the audience. Rocky didn't stop though. He gave Drago a powerful key filled uppercut to the jaw, and the bell rang as Drago stumbled backwards slightly. In his corner Drago smacked away his helper who was only trying to give him some water. Round 4 was Drago's round. He was pounding on Rocky that entire round, never letting up at one moment. Rocky got a few hits in, but Drago was the dominating force. The punches were all glowing with power, and some of the glowing power was left on Rocky's cheeks as he stumbled into his corner. Ivan raised his arm in victory for that round as the happy Russian politicians looked on. Round 5: Drago tried to punch Rocky, but Rocky managed to duck under and tie up Drago in bear-hold. They spun around in circles before the ref finally broke them up. Drago then continued his dominance he had in the third round and pummeled Rocky. Rocky didn't weaken though, he just kept on fighting. He tied up Drago in another spinning circle again, but this time when the ref separated them Drago's punch was so hard that it sent Rocky to the ground. He got up quickly as Drago stood in disbelief. Ding Ding!! The round had ended and both fighters went back into their corners. Tony patted Rocky on the back as he got on the stool. Ding Ding! Round 6: Drago got out from his corner in fury, wanting to crush this small American once and for all. It didn't work out so well. In his rage his attacks were more flailed around more and Rocky easily dodged them. Then Rocky began to beat up the Russian with all of his might, backing the Russian into a corner and beating him with every his arms had in them. Ding Ding! Drago went back to his corner, defeated in that round, and was determined to do better next time around. Round 7 was his chance. He got Rocky into a corner and began unleashing an army of blows upon him, but Rocky fought back and eventually brought the fight back into the center of the ring. Bam! A leaping blow damages Drago! Bam! A punch from Drago sends Rocky into a corner! Rocky quickly recovered from that and went back to trading punches with Drago. Rocky then gained the advantage late in the round and gave Drago more punches than a machine gun could have given him bullets in the same amount of time. Drago coughed up blood as his government watched, looking a little bit less than pleased. Round 8 was an interesting round for the fight. In this round Drago and Rocky decided to use some ki techniques. Drago began with a large energy blast similar to the Kamehameha wave, and Rocky countered with the Kamehameha wave. It was unclear if this was allowed or not in boxing, but the officials did nothing to stop it, they just stood out of the way. After the blast both faded (they exploded in the middle) Rocky and Drago did both did an interesting and strange technique. Both of them made duplicates of themselves out of ki energy, and the two warriors fought each other in the center of the ring. The glowing red-white and blue Rocky fought the yellow and red Ivan Drago. Suddenly another Rocky and Drago energy creation was made by both sides. Soon there were ten on each side, battling for supremacy. Then, all of the Drago fists met with all of the Rocky fists in a huge explosion as the bell rang. Both fighters got in their corners to prepare for the next round. Round 9: Drago, by this time, was fuming with rage. Drago quickly got Rocky into a corner but got pushed back by Rocky, who then yelled for him to come and attack. Drago moved forward only to get punched in the head by Rocky. Rocky brought the fight back into the center of the ring by attacking Drago to make him move there. Then Drago started attacking Rocky by punching him in the head, but Rocky kept moving forward, trying to get Drago into a corner. He did, and once he got there he gave much slower punches, but they were the most powerful ones he had thrown all night. Then, with one powerful fist, he pounded Drago in the head and that resulted in Drago's sweat flying away as if there had been an explosion on his skin. Round 10 was fought entirely in one corner. Rocky had been backed into a corner by Drago, who had the advantage at that time. But soon Rocky fought back while still in the corner, and he ended up pummeling Drago for a while. Then it was Drago who pummeled Rocky, and so on and so on. Rocky tried to move forward at one point, but Drago threw him into the corner. Rocky fell to the ground hard but quickly got up. His sheer determination was starting to win over some of the crowd, and there were a few scattered cheers for Rocky Pinnicle. When Rock fell to the ground in that round, Drago looked at him with a look of anger and hatred. When he began to get up, Drago looked at him with a sympathetic and somewhat of an understanding look. Ding Ding! The Round ended before any more punches could be thrown! Round 11 was another interesting round. When dodging one of Drago's punches, Rocky flew into the air. Drago got up in the air too, and soon both were near the ceiling and fighting their duel up there. At one point in their aerial battle Rocky grabbed Drago and threw him towards the ground. Drago stopped himself halfway down and charged back upwards only to be met by a Kamehameha wave. The wave was pushing Drago down, but he punched it back at Rocky, who was then hit by the blast and fell all the way down to the floor of the ring. Rocky was hurt, but he got up just as quickly and the two continued their fight on the ground. Ding Ding! The round ended and both fighters went back into their corners. Drago was standing tall as a blast of water came out from his water bottle and went into his mouth. He swished it around angrily as he looked at Rocky, sitting on his stool, in intense pain. He spit out the water into the bucket and made an angry scowl at Rocky. "Come on!" Rocky yelled, extending his arm. "Daa!!" replied Drago, in anger. Round 12: Rocky began strong, punching away at Drago's mid-section. Drago then punched Rocky in a furious manner, and his opponent fell to the ground. Rocky quickly got up from this and got a lot of cheers from the audience, which now seemed to be cheering for him more than their own Drago. By this point both fighters were groggy and their blows were getting slow. As they moved across the ring they exchanged weaker and slower blows. At one point they just stopped in the center and took turns hitting the other fighter's head, each blow causing sweat and blood to fly off of their bodies. Then the bell rang to end the round. "No pain!!" yelled Tony. Rocky just nodded at that. " He is weak!! Weak!! " yelled Drago's trainer. He just nodded. Then, before the bell had rung, Rocky got up from his stool, as did Drago. They stood up tall, ready to fight. Round 13 was an unlucky round (at first) for Rocky. Drago began to dominate once again and greatly injure Rocky. It seemed as if Rocky might lose the fight in this round. Drago was seemingly unbeatable. But then the crowd cheered for Rocky. They cheered with incredibly might, and Rocky got up. He then went back to fighting Drago. He was fighting for them, for him, for America and for Apollo. Bam! Bam! Rocky was now the one taking charge. Then it was Drago, then Rocky, then Drago. Then they began to block each other's blows with other elbows and fists. The round ended slowly as the two struggled to lift their arms to throw more punches. They were incredibly sluggish at this point. There was no strategy: just strength. The strongest one would be the survivor. Round 14 was pure hell for both fighters. Every punch used up large amounts of ki, every blow damaged them more than the last. They were using everything they had in this round. Every little bit of energy they had stored in them was being used, and more blood was shed in this round because of it. By the end of the round, there was no ki left in either of them. It was just another back and forth exchange of blows between them, incredibly slow and painful blows. It was just as painful to throw the punch as to receive, yet both kept on fighting with all their might. Even when the bell rang they kept the exchange of punches going and were eventually pulled apart by their teams. As they were being pulled apart, Kotoff left his seat and headed towards the ring. Those 14 rounds had been 42 minutes of pain and struggle for each fighter, and the resting minutes in between were even more painful because they did not have the fight to distract from the pain. Rocky had won over the Soviet crowd, who were now all chanting for him. "It's amazing! The champ's determination has actually won what was once an extremely hostile crowd! This is incredible!!" Kotoff came up to Rimski and held him by the collar. " You trained this fool! He is a disgrace!! " yelled Kotoff as he threw back Drago's lead trainer. Kotoff then turned towards Drago and spoke to him: " Listen to them…Our people cheer for iHIM!/i…You idiot! " Kotoff pushed Drago's head as he said, " Win! " Drago looked at Kotoff with angry eyes. This man had ruled over his life, had forced him to kill, had forced him to become the bad guy. Drago stood up and raised Kotoff by the neck into the air. Drago's wife yelled for him to drop him, which he did. Drago then began to speak to the crowd. " I fight to win!! For me!! For me!! " Drago yelled to the crowd. "What round is it?" Rocky asked faintly. "15. One more round. There's no stopping this now. This is our round," replied Tony. "We're not stopping now. Don't stop! All your spirit! All your love! Everything you've got! To win you gotta punch and punch till you can't punch no more! This is your whole life here!! Do it now!! Now!!" Ding ding! Rocky and Drago met in the center of the ring. Drago raised his gloves to his stomach, as did Rocky. Drago gently pushed Rocky's gloves and spoke to him softly saying, "To the end…" Rocky looked at him, slightly surprised by this show of emotion. The two circled each other as Rocky came to the realization that Drago had no choice but to kill Apollo. If he didn't kill him: he'd be killed. He was nothing but a pawn, a slave to a brutal system that he used to have faith in. And now Rocky was fighting a man who had realized his sinful mistakes on the very same day that his savior…the man who came to save them all from sin was born. Rocky felt a bit of guilt on his part for partaking in brutal warfare on this holy day of days. Drago punched Rocky in the head. Then another punch from Drago. "Come on!" Drago said in a muffled voice, inviting Rocky with his arm to attack. Did he want to lose? Did he want Rocky to knock him out and make this evil empire fall? Bam! Bam! Bam! Three powerful punches from Drago. Maybe not. Or maybe Drago wanted Rocky to win, but having to use everything in him to do so. "Come on!! What are you waiting for?" yelled Tony. "Come on!!" yelled Drago, inviting Rocky forward with hi arm. Drago punched Rocky, and then got the same invitation from Rocky he had been getting. Drago accepted it and threw a punch at Rocky. He dodged it by moving his head to the side. Then another punch was dodged the same way. After Rocky dodged four punches Rocky yelled "Come on!! Fight!!" Bam! Drago punched Rocky and invited him to come and attack. Rocky didn't, and thus did Drago begin to be the one throwing all the punches. Then Rocky made a leaping punch at Drago's head, and it created a loud thud on impact. Another powerful leaping punch! And another! Drago was in the lower right hand corner of the ring, and Rocky began punching him strongly. They moved to the end of the ropes for a bit, but then Rocky punched Drago back into the corner. Drago then unleashed a powerful blow to Rocky's head, sending him stuttering back a few feet. Then in the center of the ring they once again began that famous exchange of punches. Bam! Drago made a powerful punch! Bam! Rocky made a powerful punch! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Then Drago suddenly got three punches in. But Rocky made up for it by giving Drago punches the body as opposed to the head. He slowly but surely began pounding Drago's gut with his right arm. Then he began punching Drago's head, first with his left and then his right. Then Drago began punching at Rocky and they re-entered the center of the ring. Bam! Bam! Rocky was the only one of them getting blows in. He was pounding away with the last of his strength. "You're gonna do it!!" yelled Taarin from the crowd. Bam! Drago spun around slightly before falling to the ground hard. Rocky had made the giant Russian fall for the first time in the long match. Rocky ran towards him but the ref pushed him back. He ran towards him again yelling "Come on! Come on!!" but the ref pushed him back again and began the count. " 1…2… " " Get up, Ivan!! " yelled Ludmilla. " 3…4…5…6… " Drago struggled to get up, clinging onto the ropes for support. He slowly managed to raise himself off the ground. " 7…8…9…10!! " Drago fell through the ropes at that sound and Rocky raised both his arms in victory as he shut his eyes tight. The entire ring began to fill with people. "10!! Rocky Pinnicle has done it!! This is absolute pandemonium and the crowd loves it!!" The crowd was proudly chanting Rocky's name as the crowd in the ring lifted him up. Maci draped him with his American flag and Rocky waved to the people. Drago had only the ref to help get him up after the painful match. As Drago got back into a standing position, Rocky was lowered to the ground. A microphone was put in front of his face. "Thank…thank you," Rocky said, out of breath. Bearfrog, holding the mic quickly put the mic up to his mouth and translated the words for the people. "I came here tonight, and I didn't know what to expect…" said Rocky. BearFrog than translated it into Russian for the crowd. "I've seen a lot of people hating me…I didn't know how…to feel about that…so I guess…I didn't really like you much either…" BearFrog said a much shorter phrase since he didn't know how to translate everything Rocky said. He just hoped the people got the jist of it. "During this…fight…I've seen a lot of changing…the way you felt about me…and the way I felt about you…" Rocky said, BearFrog cutting in between each break to translate. "In here…there were two men…killing each other…but…I guess…that's better…than twenty million…" Kotoff had returned to the others after being tossed down by Drago and was sitting with an angry scowl on his face while his fellow members of the Soviet government were listening intently to Rocky. "All I'm trying to say is…If I can change…And you can change…Anybody can change!!" The crowd cheered wildly at this. There was an explosion of applause from the crowd. Every government official seated in the balcony gave Rocky a slow standing ovation. Except for Kotoff. He was still sitting when the other members looked at him angrily, and he then got up and applauded. "I just want to say one thing, to my girlfriend out in the crowd…Taarin! I love you!!" yelled Rocky. BearFrog translated. "And Merry Christmas to all of you!!" " And Merry Christmas to all of you!! " Taarin met Rocky in the center of the ring and they gave each other a loving hug. "Oh Rocky, I love you!!" she said before she kissed him. "Will you marry me?" he asked. "What?" "Will you marry me?" "Yes!! Oh, yes!!" she yelled as she hugged her future husband. BearFrog was kind enough to translate for both of them, even using Taarin's dramatic feminine tones when speaking. It made him giggle on the side. Silence in the darkness creeps into your soul Envy moves the light of self control The gate that holds you captive has the door Burnin' with determination to even up the score Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth draws near Time will not allow you to stay still, no Silence breaks the heart and bends the will Defense is guilty passions out of control Rules and regulations have no meaning any more Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Heart's on fire, fever's risin', high The moment of truth is here Heart's on fire, strong desire, rages deep within Fever's risin', energizin', right up to till end Heart's on fire Strong desire Rages deep within Fever's risin' Energizin' Right up till the end Ooooh Heart's on fire Strong desire Raging till the end… Epilogue: Kotoff's comrades in government overthrew him and his evil regime. Together they restored things back to the way they were after the Cold War, only this time they were working to turn China, Cuba and North Korea into Democratic Non-Communist Nations. Relations has been going well and it seems that world peace is getting closer and closer by the day. Who knows, it may even reach that point someday… But, if evil should ever rear its ugly head again, another hero shall step up and rise to the call. His heart will be burning with the fires of a thousand suns and he won't stop fighting. He'll be there right up till the end…His strong desire raging until the end of the battle. For even if this hero loses, he will not lose without a fight. And as for the hero of our story, he and Taarin were happily married in a beautiful cathedral inside of the great city of Boston. That, to him, was an even bigger victory than his match against Ivan Drago. End file.	Rocky, Adventure, Drama	Fanfiction	null	153,830	12,248.2
null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1 "Rocky, Rocky, Rocky, Rocky" The crowd droned on and on until…. ROCKY 5.5 FLASHBACK People outside of Andy's bar as well as a few more coming in from their houses or from across the street formed a large circle surrounding two brawlers fighting to the death. "Come on dad, you can take him!" said a small boy. The man got hit by a massive punch from the younger man who was bigger than he was. Both of them kept hitting each other. Until the more experienced man in the gray sweater turned it all around. He grabbed onto the young man's blue sport short and hit his ribs nonstop. There was another punch aimed to his face but he ducked and went to spar with him until his punches turned deadlier now. "Go for it!" the small boy nearby yelled while the rest of the people cheered the boy's father on. "ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!" Rocky sent a punch that could have made a dent to a cement wall to the younger man, Tommy Gunn, his protégé who was like another son to him until he turned to greed and not to a man with passion and heart like he did. He sent a second punch that could have shattered a window. 'I'm sorry I had to do this but I can't let you threaten my friends and family no more, Tommy. Why didn't I teach you well like Mick did for me, you know?" he asked himself. Another punch to Tommy's face had him gasping and groaning in fatigue. He felt like he got hit by a train. "He can't do this to me, I'm the champion! This ain't supposed to happen!" he thought to himself and prepared for the final blow. "This will at least teach Duke that my answer is still…" Rocky sent an upper cut that lifted Tommy off his feet and onto the grill of a bus. The whole crowd celebrated his victory with the usual chanting of his name. He was embraced by his family but not before he shot a look at the real monster. A middle aged African American man wearing an expensive fur coat and golden glasses, he was the one who took Tommy away from him and turned him into a carbon copy of Rocky but it wasn't him. "NO!" he answered only in his mind. George Washington Duke as he was called initially wanted Rocky to come back in the ring. When Rocky refused and insisted he was retired, Duke tried everything to get him to box again so that he could make more money. Seeing Tommy Gunn trained by Rocky, he thought to himself if he had the skills as Balboa, 'He could make me an elephant --load of money.' Duke convinced Tommy to join him and offer him money and other luxuries that Rocky could never give him. As Rocky was being led away by his friends and family, he took a glimpse of Tommy being taken away by two police officers. Apparently he _did _cause the whole problem. Tommy beat up four bystanders who simply wanted to defend him. As Tommy Gunn was walking towards the police vehicle, he heard George Washington Duke's voice calling out to Rocky. "Hey Rock! You outclassed the bum huh?" he chuckled. Tommy was shocked to hear being called that and felt even more despair than ever. He then saw Rocky coming over to Duke menacingly and immediately saw him go nervous even if he put on a brave face. "Touch me and I'll sue." He said. "Come on pug, touch me and I'll sue." He taunted. Duke knew Rocky was not as intelligent as the average person, he assumed Rocky didn't know what the legal codes for being in court. He chuckled as he saw the crowd of people giving him the same stares that were making him even more scared but hid his emotions and tried to pretend nothing was going to happen. He thought wrong. Rocky gave him an uppercut that sent him to the top of a car. "Sue me for what?" Rocky said with a smile. Immediately Rocky Balboa joined his family and friends. While Tommy saw the whole thing behind the police car window driving away from the scene. FOUR HOURS LATER… Tommy Gunn was sitting in a jail cell isolated. He felt nothing but anger and sadness. "Why did this happen? I was never beaten before even before I had that match against Cane." Suddenly the jail door opened, and in revealed a dark figure with a female companion he knew immediately. Tommy mostly paid attention to the man in the fur coat. "Yo come on boy, it ain't over yet we got work to do so let's get your ass out here." As Tommy got out, he saw a large bruise on his face. It was indeed better than what he gotten. As he walked alongside Duke in the parking lot, Tommy immediately grabbed onto Duke's collar with both hands and roughly brought him to a pillar staring at him. "You called me a bum!" "Come on listen listen I didn't mean…" he said nervously. "So it was true what Balboa said…YOU USED ME!" Tommy yelled. "I gave you money and luxuries remember? So don't back off now. Besides I have a contract on you and you still hold the heavyweight championship so don't back out now! We can still take Balboa." He said quickly. "I'm the only friend you got!" He yelled. Tommy loosened his grip and Duke chuckled nervously. "Now let's get out of here. I got a plan." Rocky had a bunch of ice cubes stacked in his hand and pressed them to the left side of his head, he had withstood a massive amount of pain from that kid Tommy, but he came out the victor barely. In the basement, Rocky was tending to his bruises with Paulie getting him more ice. "At least you still proved you still got what it takes Rocko" he said a bit wearily. He had also been punched by Tommy and rubbed his jaw. "That punk got what he deserved, he wasn't no real champ like you." Rocky sighed and felt a bit depressed. He was trained by the best and whatever knowledge was given to him would now be given to another alternative: his son. But he knew Robert didn't have the desire to be a boxer and wanted to let him follow his own dreams. So what was left then? "Hey dad." Robert came down and went to his father's side. Rocky smiled. "Hey kid, how you doin?" "I should be asking you that, _you know_?" he said chuckling. Rocky laughed as well. "Yeah well, I had better times myself and uh I'm sorry you had to see all that and everything, you know?" "I told you before you were the real champ around here." He smiled. Adrian came down with a box of bandages ready. "I thought that you should put these on for now." She said meekly. "Yo thanks Adrian." He took her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry you know?" "It's all right I'm just glad it's over." She embraced him. "Nah Adrian I don't think it's over." Rocky said looking ahead. 2. Chapter 2 Chapter 2. The penthouse was a luxurious and beautiful looking place. It was a nice environment filled with small statues and valuable portraits. The symbols of a wealthy man were emitting from each object. Four people in the house were currently discussing their number one issue: Balboa. "I'ma come straight to the point! My plan is to make the people and above all else... Rocky Balboa pay for humiliating me!" declared George Washington Duke. "Whoa! Whoa!" It was Tommy Gunn's turn, he waved his hands signaling him to stop talking. "What about me?! I'm the one who got embarrassed in front of national television!" The two men were each discussing their own problems at different levels. "The point is _we _both got humiliated." said Duke to Tommy. "Now…to make this quick and to the point my plan is to get rid of Balboa's community." He said and was now drifting off amazed at his new plan. Another man spoke up who barely said anything for a while. "Wait a minute…are you saying you want to take over Rocky Balboa's neighborhood?" it was Merlin Sheets, Duke's right hand man. Dressed in a tuxedo like suit, he looked drained as both of the men were debating. Duke looked almost maniacal. What would be the point in taking revenge upon innocent people? Duke was almost talking about people losing their homes because of him. These questions were raised in Merlin's head instantly. Happy that someone finally caught on fast, Duke slammed his fist on the table in emphasis. "That's exactly what I'm saying!" and pointing at him with his index finger. "Duke you can't do this! Give the man some credit. He turned you down so what? Let's come up with a new…" But Merlin was cut off by Duke. "No no no no!…I want to teach that fool Balboa who he's messing with." He almost growled. Tommy ahead nodded his approval. "This is going to make you look unethical George!" "This is an ultimatum! No better yet this is a war! Now Balboa may have won wars in the ring, but I can guarantee you he can't win my kind of war." Merlin looked apprehensive. "This is definitely going to make you the _bad guy_ George!" he almost whispered. Duke looked almost insane. 'Who knows what the consequences will be?' He thought. "The media is going to chew you up over this! What is the whole purpose on taking your anger out on him and a few bystanders?" "I don't take no for an answer." He simply told him and turned to Tommy. "In the meantime, Tommy you have that fight against Trevor Berbick, so win that. That's our first priority." Tommy nodded eagerly and went out the door with his girlfriend, Karen, presumably to go train. Duke then turned to Sheets and said quietly. "I'm doing this so that I can still get Balboa." he said with a devilish grin. "He refuses, then him and his whole neighborhood goes!" He then stormed out leaving a stunned Merlin Sheets behind. * * * Rocky went to Mickey's Gym which he currently owned and kept operating in honor of his first trainer. He along with his friend Paulie trained eager young fighters. They had such potential as Rocky thought. "Yo! You guys is doing great." Rocky kept giving everyone encouragement. Rocky walked around looking at the young people hitting punching bags with such purpose. These kids gave Rocky a smile at his pep talks. Paulie on the other hand was by the door in his usual wife-beater shirt selling what Rocky referred to as 'souvenirs.' "I call it making more profit." Paulie had said to him. Paulie sold cups, plates, punching gloves that were used by Rocky even napkins. "I'm tellin' ya you get this cup, you get his underwear half price." He said to a customer. "Just the cup man." said a young fighter with a frown. As he went away, Paulie muttered. "I wear them too, nothing wrong with them." Rocky went to him. "So I guess your business is goin up?" Paulie shrugged. "I'm thinking I need a better angle or better advertisements, I don't know no more." Rocky gave him a pat on the back. "Eh just keep doing what you do." He then went back to training a young fighter up ahead in one of the practice rings. * * * Rocky and Paulie left the gym everyday after 8:30. Thanking the fighters for their hard work, they thanked him as well. They went off leaving Rocky alone with Paulie. Paulie was outside smoking his usual Cuban cigar waiting for him. Both of them walked back home together. "I'm telling ya you're gonna get famous again for doing what you did weeks ago Rocko." Paulie was beginning a discussion about what had happened between him and Tommy Gunn. The news crew was there and obviously it had been on television. 'No wonder I've been getting more hellos.' thought Rocky. "Eh I don't know Paulie. The whole money wasn't for me now that I think about it." Rocky rambled on. "I don't know I mean every time I think about getting back I keep thinking about Tommy and how I let him down. I didn't show him the bad side of things Paulie." His protegé Tommy Gunn joined forces with George Washington Duke, a big time boxing promoter, who first tried to convince Rocky to join him. But it was revealed that he only wanted money. Tommy was oblivious to this when he joined Duke and offered him everything: a house, a car, and a girlfriend but not respect. "Just forget about it. Maybe you could do better. I'm telling you something good will come from that." Paulie said. "Hey Andy's Bar what do you say?" after putting out his cigar and about to start a next one. "Sure Paulie." As they made their way to Andy's, Rocky stopped after watching a glimpse of a girl struggling with two hoodlums. "What is it Rock?" Paulie asked and took a look at what has happening in an alley. "Yo Paulie call the cops now!" Rocky then ran over to the scene. Paulie protested "Wa-wait ah sheez!" and went off to find a pay phone. Rocky ran to the scene but stopped after the girl was standing and the two men who tried to assault her were on the ground in pain. He then looked at her. From the light coming from the left, she was a brunette and looked European; she was slim and very beautiful for a young girl. She looked at Rocky with precaution. "Yo you ok?" he asked. "My friend back there is about to call the police so you should be ok." "I can take care of myself thank you." She said roughly and grabbed her purse lying beside a trash can. "Oh well that's good then. Those were some moves. You looked like you did real good you know?" Rocky said. The young woman turned around. "Are you Rocky Balboa?" she asked frowning, finally getting a good look at him. "Umm...Yeah." he grinned almost idiotically like a little kid. She smiled warmly at the newcomer. 3. Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "I'm Jackie." The young woman introduced herself. She was still breathing heavily from the fight. Apparently she took a couple of thugs down single-handedly. Rocky felt relieved that a woman like this one in particular can fight back. He continued to play the Good Samaritan card and asked her "So you sure you okay? You don't like… need someone to walk you home or anything like that?" Rocky asked. As he asked, several police sirens echoed off in the distance. Quickly, she put her purse around her shoulder. "Thanks but that's okay. I better get going. " She said a bit sheepishly and went off in a rapid pace. Rocky looked at her in a confused expression for a long time and jogged off in the opposite direction. He needed to tell Paulie that everything was okay after all. 'It's going to be a waste of fifty cents for Paulie but what the hey?' He thought. Rocky caught up with Paulie next to a police officer he was talking to. By then the hoodlums were already being apprehended. "Yo everything's okay it was just a false alarm. This girl...." Rocky struggled to finish his sentence. "she handled it and everything." and pointed at the officer wearily. "Are you drunk Mr. Balboa?" asked the officer suspiciously. "Ehh...No this is how I always talk you know?" responded Rocky frowning now. Another officer looked at Rocky and sighed looking at his partner "He's _always_ had that slurrred speech." "Oh." The officer frowned and understood. The officers took Rocky's statement and left. "Yo Paulie I think we better forget about Andy's today. Let's go home." Rocky said. "So I take it...I lost two quarters cuz some girl actually kicked a couple of scumbags' asses?" Paulie asked rather agitated to Rocky walking home now. Rocky shrugged. He was still amazed at the young woman he met. She was strong. He told Paulie all about her. * * * "These titans are just letting it go!" the first announcer said ecstatic at the spectacle. "Berbick launches blow after blow!" a second announcer started. "Gunn is getting angry. Look at the determination. Apparently wanting to see more damage coming out of Trevor!" the first announcer began again. Gunn's manager Duke was outside the ring next to his corner yelling at him to win the fight. Tommy Gunn usually didn't have to take long to finish off his opponent. But today it looked like an exception. Berbick, an african-american who looked like a double for Apollo Creed, was holding his own against Tommy Gunn. Tommy Gunn kept throwing punch after punch to him but no matter how the blows were, Trevor kept coming for more. "Come on you bum! Finish him already!" yelled Duke in desperation. Tommy couldn't figure out why Berbick was still coming at him. 'Why won't he go down?' Tommy yelled in his mind. Now Tommy began sparring until there was nothing left of him. The crowd instantly booed as he retaliated. People all over the country had seen the street fight between Tommy and Rocky and the crowd thought Gunn was a monster for beating up a true champion like Rocky as well as a few other people whom were at the scene. They wanted to see him go down. Right now, the crowd was bothering Tommy and he had half a mind to tell them to shut up but he took out his frustration on Berbick instead who was still standing. "Berbick is still standing. He's got to be made of steel to take a tremendous beating from Gunn!" said the first announcer. Excited, the second announcer responded. "More like iron instead!" he chuckled. Now Berbick was throwing his own punches and the crowd cheered for him. He began sparring, hitting Tommy's face repeatedly for about 5 seconds. He then went for Gunn's ribs. Tommy felt stunned with every blow. Trevor hit him in his abs and threw a left to Gunn's face which was a hard one for Tommy staggered off. ....Punch after punch!" the announcer droned. With renewed strength, a heavily bruised Berbick launched his attack rather fiercely and bravely. He then threw a right across Gunn's face. His gloves connected toward his stomach again and again. Berbick wanted to cause agony to the man who had betrayed a legend like Rocky Balboa. 'This man is a disgrace.' he thought. He managed to block a few of Gunn's punches and went at it with courage. The crowd was now cheering "Berbick! Berbick!" He was now sending an impressive plan: two left hits with a hard right. Trevor was a beast now. Tommy felt dazed with that hard right that he fell back toward the ropes. He was now in pain. "Come on what are you doin Boy? This is the championship we're talking about!" Duke yelled behind him aside from everyone in the entire arena chanting Trevor's name. "You lose and you're finished remember?" he threatened. After a pause Tommy of thinking at what Duke just said, he felt angry that he should not be taken down and practically ran at Berbick. He growled in frustration and threw a rather slow punch which Trevor evaded and instead found himself being hit again in the face repeatedly. "Gunn's losing control. You can see it on his face!" the second announcer said. The crowd was more ecstatic than ever. Berbick then aimed a hit on Tommy's right hip which connected. He proceeded to hit Gunn again in the face. Gunn threw several punches, none of them made a dent to Berbick. As he ducked from another of Gunn's punches, Trevor delivered the coup de grace. He gave him a hard right and Gunn now fell with a thud that caused people to rise from their seats and cheer. The referee was standing near Gunn and counted "1, 2, 3...." Tommy rolled slowly. Duke and his girlfriend Karen were both yelling "GET UP!" repeatedly. "4, 5, 6...." the announcer continued. Trevor began to breathe heavily and was ready if Tommy got up. Gunn was in a crouching position using the ropes to get up. "7, 8, 9..." Tommy was now on the second rope but it was too late. He heard the final number and fell back to the ground of the ring. The crowd roared with tremendous applause and cheered for Trevor Berbick, raising his hands wearily. He was exhausted. His trainers and manager surrounded him. George Washington Duke stared down at a defeated Tommy Gunn lying on the ground of the ring. "You finished!" he snarled and climbed out of the ring. Tommy took a look at his girlfriend Karen who shook her head in disapproval and walked away with Duke. He was alone now. Tommy Gunn did the only thing he could think of, he cried. "What a battle!" said one of the announcers. Somewhere in the state of California, a fight took place in an arena with hundreds of spectators cheering for one of their favorite combatants. In a half an hour it was all over and one came out the winner. Trevor Berbick, an unknown fighter was now the heavyweight champion of the world. He had won the title from Tommy Gunn. * * * Rocky opened the door to his warm home and waited for Paulie to enter who was busy putting out his cigar. "Yo Adrian! I'm home." He said. Adrian was wearing a gray sweater and had her hair in a ponytail. "How was your day?" "Interestin'" replied Paulie. Rocky nodded slowly with his eyebrows raised as if to say "you had no idea." "What happened?" she asked concerned. Rocky told her of the young woman in the alley and how she managed to beat her attackers. Adrian was appalled by the story. "My goodness." she said surprised. "Hey dad, you won't believe what just happened!" Robert ran to his father in excitement. "That's funny something happened too." Rocky chuckled. Robert said quickly. "Tommy lost the world heavyweight championship!" "What?! and I wasn't there?" said a shocked Paulie and chuckled. "I knew he was going to get his. Everything balances eh Rocko?" Rocky on the other hand looked indifferent and thought about what he just heard now. There was a knock on the door. Everyone looked at it. "Who could be here at this hour?" replied Adrian. Rocky opened the door and saw a familiar young woman; it was Jackie who looked as if she ran. "Hey." she simply said looking at him. Rocky looked confused. "Hey uh whatcha doin' here?" he asked. "I need a place to stay." she said simply. _Part 4 coming up soon don't worry!_ 4. Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The young woman Jackie was wearing a faded jeans jacket which was ripped in a couple of places. Her beautiful face covered in soot and sweat had Rocky feeling a little sorry for her. "Yeah sure." He said after thinking about it for a long time. Rocky looked back at Adrian and Paulie. "Could she stay for a while?" he asked. Paulie looked as if he was trying to refrain from rolling his eyes. Adrian on the other hand said "Yes of course." Rocky was happy seeing the young beautiful woman who had defended her own life from three lowlifes an hour ago. Rocky had caught up with her to see if she was all right. Jackie offered her name to him and nothing else. She then ran away. Jackie only had a jeans jacket that looked faded and worn out. Her jeans had dirt on them. There was something about her face which despite the sweat and dirt it had on; underneath it there was a kind girl. She seemed to be a lost light. Rocky thought about all this and allowed her in. Adrian seemed a bit reluctant at first. Adrian always thought that Rocky seemed to made it a habit helping the homeless. Adrian allowed a similar homeless person like Jackie who took advantage of her husband: Tommy Gunn . She saw Rocky allowing her in. She said hi to Adrian, Paulie, and Robert with gratitude. "Hello." She greeted quietly. Adrian nodded and said hi as well. As she got a brief look at the girl's green eyes, there seemed to be something indeed unique about her. Adrian thought this girl really did need help. "You've done a lot. I hate to ask this but may I use the restroom please?" "Not much too ask but yeah sure." Rocky said. "Thanks." she said. Adrian showed her where the bathroom was. Young Robert looked perplexed at the newcomer as she entered the bathroom. "Who's she?" Rocky told his son how he found her and how she won the fight against her attackers. "Whoa!" Robert said impressed. "That was awesome!" Robert visualized the fight in his mind. Soon the family then had dinner which consisted of chicken, steak and salad. "Compliments of Adrian." said Rocky smiling at his wife. Jackie thanked them again. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble." "Nah it ain't no trouble." said Rocky. "Just as long as you don't take up the TV too much." said Paulie. "Paulie." Adrian warned. Paulie then kept quiet. "It's just… I'm not homeless or anything." Jackie said a bit defensively. She seemed no to want anyone to feel sorry for her. "It's just I came here from New York and I haven't found an apartment yet." "Did you go downtown to find an apartment?" Adrian asked. "I didn't get a chance to. I was busy sightseeing before I almost got mugged." She said. "I'm just glad you're alright." Adrian said worried. "This neighborhood can be violent at times." She added. Rocky had to ask this question. He was dying to find out how she learned to fight. "So who taught you to fight like that?" he finally asked. "Well…" Jackie said a bit embarrassed but hid it by chuckling weakly. "I used to box at this gym in New York. My uh… father taught me before he…" she stopped and looked sad. She put a hand on her forehead. Rocky thought she was about to cry. "Yo I'm sorry." He put his hand on her shoulder. Adrian looked as if she was heartbroken. Paulie shook his head in disbelief and went back to eat. "No that's okay I'm alright. It was a long time ago. These shouldn't happen but they do." She shrugged. Rocky thought the conversation needed to change. "So you used to box." He said recovering. "Yeah…" Jackie said after wiping her tears. "I also took up martial arts as a 'back up' as my dad aptly put it at the time. I always wondered why he taught me all of this. Pretty soon I became very good at it. My dad said it was my gift. To fight. It seems to be the only thing I'm good at. He told me one thing before he died that I will never forget." She said thoughtfully. "What was that?" Rocky asked curiously. "Fight when it's right." she said simply. "Basically he meant that real fighting was using your head and physical fighting was when you had no other alternative." Adrian looked thoughtfully for a moment and then at her husband Rocky. She had always given him lectures as to why he shouldn't fight. She smiled at her. Jackie finished her meal as soon as they were done. "Seriously I just want to stay for a few days. I should be able to find a place to stay. I don't want to be a nuisance." Jackie said. "You can stay here as long as you want." said Rocky reassuringly. "That's right." replied Adrian in a loving tone. Rocky looked at Adrian and smiled. She understood as he did that this girl was special. "Thanks." she said with tears in her eyes now. The Balboa family wasted no time in trying to consider Jackie as a part of their family. Rocky gave Jackie a place to rest downstairs. In the Philadelphia suburbia, a limo sped by. A 50 year old man stuck his head out the window to look at the house in front of him. It was Rocky's. He then got out and left a manila envelope in the doormat. "You gonna be mine!" George Washington Duke declared. * * * The next day Rocky along with Robert took Jackie to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. It was only right to show her the attractive sights of Philadelphia. The museum was highly popular. "So I'm guessing these steps are famous because of you." Jackie said breathless after walking them. "He's the stair master." said Robert. They all chuckled. "Used to be…" Rocky said. "Not that fast again." He said thoughtfully. "So this is where it all started huh?" Jackie asked looking down at the steps. She admired how Rocky Balboa managed to run up the steps. "Yeah…those were the days." He pointed at his statue which was himself with his hands thrown in the air as if in victory. "He's just being modest. My dad will always be tough and strong." said Robert. He had always admired his father. As they approached the entrance to the museum, Jackie began conversing with young Robert who she began to get along with. "What about you? Thinking about being a boxer yourself one day?" "I don't know about that. I rather try something else." Robert said. As much as he loved his father, he could never be like him. "I guess a person has to go his own way." Jackie simply said. Rocky looked at both Jackie and Robert and smiled. It was nice for Robert to talk to somebody especially someone like her. They entered the museum unaware that someone was watching them from the shadows. * * * Somewhere in another realm, in another time, A black man was rising from the ground. He opened his eyes and slowly looked around. The area was covered in fog and everything seemed to glow white. He was surprised to find himself in a ring, a boxing ring. He sat up instantly and tried to survey his surroundings more. 'What happened?' the man thought. He struggled to remember how he came here. 'I was fighting that big Russian Drago and then everything seemed to go...." He stopped and realized with incredulity. "I'm..." "Dead?" someone answered. He looked behind him and saw a short old man with thinning white hair coming from a cloud of smoke walking towards him. "Yeah I tell ya. It gets crazy the first few seconds." He mumbled looking around. "But it makes sense. You got knocked out pretty hard kid." Narrowing his eyes at him, the man realized that he was Rocky Balboa's trainer. "Wait a minute. Are you...Mr. Goodwill, Rocky's manager?" He stood up to face him properly. "Yeah." he said and looked back at him. "And I can't believe I'm actually saying this but I'm your guide...Apollo." Apollo Creed looked surprised. He gave Mickey Goodwill a confused look. Mickey simply smiled at his reaction. 5. Chapter 5 Chapter 5 In the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Rocky alongside with his son Robert and newcomer Jackie surveyed the paintings around them. Robert eager as he was to learn new things went up to one with excitement. "Ooh! Look!" Rocky and Jackie went to his side to see what he was looking at. "So what's this one called?" Rocky asked out of curiosity. "I've seen it before." Robert said examining it. "But I can't remember what it's called." He frowned. "It's Vincent Van Gogh's 'Vase with twelve flowers.'" replied Jackie. "I kinda already knew that." Rocky joked. Robert shook his head smiling. The painting consisted of a pot with a few different colored flowers in it. "Yeah it is to the point." She nodded. "It's a still life portrait made in 1888 by Van Gogh. It's supposed to represent emotions. The color of each flower has a life depending what color it is. Every different color is basically a different emotion." Jackie said matter of factly. "That sounds interesting." said an intrigued Robert. "Flowers are nice." Rocky nodded. "They show love and caring and everything like that." He said. "Never thought you were a man of many emotions Rocky." said a smiling Jackie. Rocky chuckled at what she said but then he frowned as he looked deeper into the painting. The picture actually had Rocky thinking. 'Is this the kind of man I am? A man with too much emotion?' He asked himself. Rocky had a good heart, he knew that but what had it done for him lately? He went from riches to streets because he wasn't careful. Rocky was indestructible on the outside but in the inside, he was too soft. "How do you know so much about art?" Robert asked Jackie with interest. "I studied them back in college. Apparently there are some things you don't forget." she said. Rocky, Robert and Jackie moved onto another painting ahead. After they were done looking at the paintings, the group decided to head home. It was getting late. "What an evening huh?" Rocky asked her as they walked down a street. "Yeah. Seriously thank you for showing me the museum. I had lots of fun." Jackie looked at both Rocky and Robert kindly. "It ain't no problem. Me and Robert go racing up to the museum all the time." Rocky said. "Yeah and I always win." Robert replied mischievously. "Really?" Jackie looked at Rocky surprised that his son could outrun him. "Hey there was that one time remember?" Rocky smiled. "But I still beat you though." Robert said in a 'duh' tone. Soon they faked punched one another. It was all good fun at its best. Jackie couldn't help but laugh at the humor. She really did seem to get along well with the Balboa family. To her, they were full of light and warmth. She felt a connection instantly with all of them. Rocky then hugged his son. The wonderful, heart-breaking scene changed however when a huge figure jumped out from the shadows and hit her knocking her out. "Jackie?" Rocky went to her side but stopped when he saw the figure reveal himself. Robert went at his father's side as the hulking menace approached them. Robert gasped immediately. Rocky instantly recognized the young man approaching them with sheer hatred in his eyes. He wore a disheveled blue and white jacket and had blond hair. It was Tommy Gunn. He still had the bruises from his recent fight. Breathing hard, he spoke. "I want a rematch!" he growled. "Tommy…" Rocky tried to calm him down. "Why you doin' this?" "Because of you, I lost everything!" Tommy cried. "No…" Rocky shook his head sadly. "You lost everything yourself!" he yelled now. "You let that guy confuse you! You let him take your soul!" "He gave me everything and you ruined it!" Tommy cried. "How? How did I ruin it? I tried to teach you that you got to fight on the inside Tommy!. Me training you, it had to take time. That's how I did it…" Rocky went on. While Rocky was talking, Jackie who was still lying on the ground heard everything and woke up. "I knew you had problems but money don't always fix them. You have to fight them without it. That's real winning!" Rocky yelled. Despite the situation, Robert looked at his father with admiration and smiled at him. Unfortunately Tommy scoffed at his words and charged at him. "Dad watch out!" yelled Robert. Rocky however was ready and raised his fists. Tommy yelling like a monster threw the first punch and it was a fast one. Rocky wasn't sure if he can block it. But soon an angel blocked Rocky's path and dodged his punch. Rocky looked shocked as soon as she did that. "Jackie what are you doin'?" Jackie ignored him and engaged Tommy Gunn giving him a fast punch to his chest and the next one to his face. "You little..!" Tommy now concentrated on Jackie. He sent a few punches which she ducked. Jackie analyzed Tommy Gunn immediately. He relied on strength but not on speed. Robert looked astounded as Jackie punched him in the gut, gave another one in his right cheek and gave an incredible spinning kick to it making him fall down. "You're not supposed to hit girls buddy!" Jackie said looking down at him. Rocky and Robert went to her side. "You OK?" "Yeah don't worry about it." she said. Rocky looked down at his former protégé who was writhing in the ground in pain. Rocky shook his head in disappointment. "I'm sorry I didn't teach you about the wrong things Tommy." he looked back at Jackie who was amazed at her skills as always. He nodded in approval. Jackie smiled at his reaction. The fight was short lived but Rocky was sure glad Jackie wasn't hurt. Suddenly loud sirens were heard followed by the blaring red lights. They approached them and stopped. It was the police. Apparently someone somewhere saw the disturbance and called them. Rocky heard Jackie gasped. Rocky however was content that Tommy was going to jail. "Yo, it's alright officers she's OK and everything." Rocky said casually to the approaching officers. "She won't be." One of the officers said. The officer pointed at her. "You're under arrest." Rocky did a double take. "What? Whoa! Whoa! Why?" In a surprising turn of events, the officer handcuffed Jackie who said to Rocky. "It's alright..." she told Rocky a bit frustrated. The officer had just arrived to the "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will…." Part. "You can't just arrest her!" yelled Robert. "At least tell us what she is being charged for!" yelled Rocky to one of them. "Murder." The second officer said. Rocky became silent for a full five seconds. "No…" Rocky couldn't believe it. He looked at Jackie who had tears in her eyes. Rocky and Robert stood paralyzed. He watched Jackie in sadness as she was being led away to one of the police cars and Tommy Gunn was being led away in the other wearing a victorious smile. In a world full of blue and white light, Apollo Creed, wearing nothing but his shorts and shoes sat next to Rocky Balboa's trainer, Mickey. The ropes above them looked real but felt like air as he touched them. At first he thought it was ludicrous. It was so bizarre. Why him? "Why me? I haven't got a clue. I ain't the guide material." He said. "There's gotta be a reason you're supposed to help me. But why you? We never even met."Apollo said confused. "I don't spin the world kid. I just take the orders." Mickey shook his head. "though…we do have one thing in common." Mickey looked at Apollo as if he already knew himself. Apollo nodded. "Rocky." "Yep. Kid sure is special." Mickey then gave a deep sigh. "I never got the chance to tell him that." Apollo gave a look of comprehension and discontent. "Well why are we here? Is this heaven?" "Nope. It's a place between worlds or something like that. 'They'…" Mickey motioned upward. "told me that I had to show you what Rocky has done and what is yet to come." "Who is 'they'?" Apollo desperately asked. "Angels, spirits, whatever you want to call them. They don't even speak English and somehow I still understand them." He gave a soft chuckle and stopped. "Rocky needs help." He finished. Apollo frowned at his response. Back to reality, Rocky and Robert ran up to his doorsteps and got into his house. He had to tell Adrian what has happened. "Yo Adrian!" he cried out. He found Adrian and Paulie sitting each sharing looks of despair. On the table was a brown envelope. "Yo Adrian, Jackie got arrested." He said out of breath. He finally noticed their looks. "What's goin' on?" he asked. "We're in trouble Rock." said Paulie shaking his head and pointed the envelope with his cigar. "What is it?" "It's from Duke." Adrian replied sadly. Rocky cautiously opened the envelope and inside he found several documents including a note that he noticed the most. "I HAVE COPIES." He went through the documents next. "Those are Jackie's criminal records." Adrian said. Rocky looked at her and went back to the note which said "ROCKY BALBOA, BY NOW YOU HAVE MET THAT PRETTY GIRL JACKIE. I KNOW HER BEFORE SHE EVEN SHOWED UP TO YOUR DOORSTEP. WE WERE WELL ACQUAINTED TWO YEARS AGO. LIKE YOU, SHE TURNED ME DOWN. SHE WAS SO STUPID REFUSING MONEY I COULD HAVE PROMISED HER. I ALSO KNOW ABOUT THAT TROUBLE SHE CAUSED A LONG TIME AGO. ME AND TOMMY HAD A PLAN TO GET HER ARRESTED. TOMMY _PLANNED_ TO GO DOWN EASILY. YOU WANT HER OUT OF JAIL PERMANENTLY? GET HER TO FIGHT TOMMY GUNN AGAIN. YOU HAVE THREE MONTHS TO TRAIN HER. I HAVE SPENT COUNTLESS MONEY ON PROMOTING THIS. IT'S GOING TO BE THE FIRST MALE/FEMALE FIGHT. SHE LOSES, SHE GOES BACK TO JAIL AND I WILL OWN YOUR PRECIOUS COMMUNITY, IF YOU BOTH WIN, HER CRIMINAL HISTORY WILL BE HISTORY. THIS FIGHT IS OFFICIAL BALBOA. YOU KNOW SHE DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE. CONSIDER THIS PAYBACK. CALL ME FOR MORE INFORMATION. SINCERELY, GEORGE WASHINGTON DUKE." "It's all over the news too Rocko." nodded Paulie. Rocky crumbled up the note in anger. Robert looked at him. "What are you going to do dad?" Paulie, Adrian also looked at him waiting to hear his response. Rocky sighed and put his hands on the table, thinking. He looked at all of them. Adrian always warned him about fighting. "Fight when it's right. Right?" he asked her. She thought this too and finally nodded at her husband. 6. Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "So you're going to fight again?" Adrian asked her husband. She knew he was going to have to but had to be sure. "Him fighting?" Paulie asked confused. "It's that girl that punk Tommy has to fight." He turned to Rocky. "Rocko, even I know she's got no chance. Tell him to reconsider." Rocky shook his head in frustration. "I knew something like this was going to happen. I knew it wasn't over." The situation was a big one and Rocky knew that it was one he didn't know he could win. "Rocko I think you better call this guy soon." Paulie said. Rocky paused and thought about this hard. '_Fight when it's right…but how?' _he asked himself. 'I _can't see what I'm fightin' at!_" Rocky was almost panicking now and tried to remain calm. He had to talk to Jackie about this soon. "If it's me he wants…he'll get me." Rocky concluded miserably and went to the phone to call Duke. "Rocky No!" Adrian started. She knew what he meant. "Are you crazy?!" Paulie also objected. "Rocky don't do this. Don't let this man take away your dignity. There has to be some other way." Adrian said sadly. "You're not doing what I think you're doing are you?" "It's the only way to save us! And the whole town!" Rocky said. While he dialed the phone number, Rocky saw the glances that Adrian and Paulie gave him that expressed disappointment. He heard the phone ring. "You guys probably don't want to listen to this." he said and immediately Adrian and Paulie left. Rocky thought hard as to what he was about to do. * * * "It's degrading! A woman fighting a man? It's insane George!" There was a heated argument between two men walking quickly down a random hallway in a stadium in New York City. George Washington Duke had just addressed to the Philadelphia people and possibly the whole country about a very special fight he made. News and other media were on the subject immediately and even after Duke left the podium, he was immediately surrounded by reporters asking questions especially one that made him very angry. '_Mr. Duke, are you a monster?_' Duke almost went off that moment but he calmed down quickly. It was a miracle he got out of the crowd. Right now, Merlin Sheets, George's partner objected his actions. Duke was already getting annoyed. Duke was bother by Merlin's morals. '_Since when did he get soft?'_ he thought. Duke dodged his beggings and instead went on going over the possibilities of what may come. Duke thought it was a win-win. "You know this is gonna be over quick. I just gave Balboa a choice and obviously he's going to make the right one." "George…you just spent millions upon millions of dollars, which is all you had, on making a fight where one opponent, a female, will have no chance of winning?" "Exactly! The girl will lose and I get Balboa. It's as simple as that!" Merlin also wanted to go over what happened between Tommy Gunn and the girl. Merlin knew that the police arrested both Tommy and her. The question was why was Tommy there to begin with? Duke had already told him and that further increased his frustration. "I thought Tommy Gunn was out George." Merlin said while trying to calm himself down. He was still confused as to how Tommy was involved. Duke sighed out loud. He didn't want to go over that. He was busy thinking. He shrugged and said. "I said he was 'finished' being in anything that concerns the media." He looked back at the doors where he came from escaping the crowd of news reporters. "The only thing he's good for now is fighting in clubs and _that's _if he's lucky. But I gave him an opportunity to help me get Jackie in on this. Long story short, Tommy wants another shot at fame. I told him that it is his _last _and _final _chance to prove himself to me. He fails well,….he'll just go out with the rest of the garbage. Call it his way of goin out for good." He added coldly. Merlin thought George looked maniacal. He shook his head. "I have been with you for years George but this fight you've made…You're risking even your own wealth?! It's asinine! You have lost all sense when you first started this with Rocky, with Tommy Gunn, everything. The public literally hates you and I can't say I blame them. You've gone too far. I'll have no part in it whatsoever!" He said bravely. Duke stopped and so did Merlin. He began speaking seriously now. "You better watch what you say Merlin because when you say you want no part in it, you know what that means." Duke said with a hint of warning in his voice. After a full five seconds of thinking of what he had just said, he finally answered. "I do George." He nodded. Merlin understood completely. "Yes you do." Duke said. His phone suddenly rang as soon as he finished. "George Washington Duke." He said as soon as he opened a gray thick portable phone from his thick, fur coat. It was heavy and exhausting to carry around. '_When are they going to invent small light phones?" _he asked himself angrily. "Yo Duke it's me Rocky." Duke instantly smiled. "Hey Rock! I take it you got the message?" he mocked. "Yeah and I wanted to talk to you something about that." He chuckled. "Let's hear it." Duke said and listened intently. Duke then walked away leaving Merlin alone with his head lowered, as if in shame. Merlin had nothing now. * * * "What do you mean Rocky needs help?" Apollo asked. He was now even more confused that Rocky was in trouble, let alone being in a 'limbo' world. "Ehh…if there's one _they _know, it's the future. They told me that Rocky is gonna end up in a big problem. Rocky's the whole reason we're here kid." "I still don't get this." Apollo said and got up. "I don't- I don't understand!" He was beginning to get agitated. Apollo didn't seem to be getting answers. "This ain't Heaven. This ain't Hell, this is some…" Apollo couldn't bring himself to curse in a place like this. "This doesn't make sense! This place doesn't make any sense! What are you supposed to show me anyway?!" he asked Mickey looking down at him. "Well now you got me all riled up!" Mickey managed to get up and faced Apollo. "You were Rocky's first opponent and now you went on and train 'im? Now even I know it was because of some…bond formed. But why did you help him? What made you be…friends with im?" Apollo paused and looked away. He seemed to hesitate. "Well it's obvious, I trained Rocky because he's a good fighter and he was going on a bad road with you being..." Mickey raised an eyebrow. Apollo knew that look. "You know." He finally said and continued. "Rocky had something in him no other fighter had, an unbreakable spirit. Now, when you have an unbreakable spirit, there's no stopping you. And I respected him for that. He reminded me of me. I had nothing growing up and when I made my way up people told me I was special. It bothered me. For the longest time, I fought fighters who were too inferior. I wanted to find someone who was just like me. But then the money came along and I forgot what I was fighting for. Then Rocky came along." He said. It was Mickey's turn to speak. "Ehh…I really hated you, you know? You just got me thinking now. You were the reason I worked Rocky too hard. I wanted Rocky to be tough as iron! The unbreakable spirit or whatever you want to call it was there but it needed to be shown. I'm glad he fought ya." He said a bit resentfully. Apollo smiled. "Bet that hurt to say huh?" "Well…nothing hurts here." Mickey said. After a long pause, Mickey said. "Voices tell me it's time to show you what happened after you went down. Basically show you everything Rocky has done leading up to what's going to happen." "Lead the way then skip." Apollo said still smiling and instantly saw bright white light surrounding him. * * * Moscow, Russia It was months later after his fight and a 6'5'' 260 pound man could stop thinking about what had happened. The outcome was overwhelming to him. Standing outside of his expensive house, Ivan Drago was busy contemplating. It was the first time he had done such thinking ever since he lost to an American fighter who was the only person to surprise him, Rocky Balboa. Months later had turned Drago disheveled with a beard and took up a habit of smoking. He went back to fighting in clubs and events whenever he got the chance. It was funny to think that even after fighting Rocky Balboa, Drago wound up back to where he started and it didn't seem the same. Drago could not stop thinking about Rocky. The man was almost half his size and he amazingly took him down. Rubbing a scar that has since healed up but left a mark, it kept reminding him that he was indeed 'mortal.' He felt a hint of humiliation but then proud for some reason. He had a great respect now for Balboa. He had shown him that he wasn't indestructible as he thought. As much as he liked making money fighting and using steroids, he didn't enjoy it. That was the only reason he felt humiliated, the fact that he had used strength enhancements. Even as a kid, Drago was teased for being tall and superior. People were almost afraid of him. Pretty soon, he was treated like a lab rat and fought countless opponents who had no chance of winning. It felt good that he no longer thought of himself as a monster. Drago wanted so much to thank Rocky and also apologize to him but knew very well that Balboa would never forgive him for killing his friend, Apollo Creed. "The monster who has a heart after all." A voice said in Russian. Ivan's wife Ludmilla stood next to him. There was sarcasm in her tone. "I'm not a monster anymore." Ivan said indifferently in Russian. "Being a monster gave you money and fame. Ironic is it not?" "What is your point?" Drago was getting frustrated. Ludmilla sighed. "What do you want to do now? _That _is my point." "I know you are disappointed in me. So just say it and leave it at that." Drago said. "You feel embarrassed not disappointed that Rocky beat you. I do admit I can see what people in America mean when they say he is a true champion. He did change me too you know, Surprising don't you think?" "Funny I see you the same." Ivan said. "True what with the…new fight in America coming soon." "You heard." "Yes I did." "The man promoting the fight _is _the monster not me. The man bothers me." "Rocky Balboa lost everything. You still have everything. Let it go." Ludmilla then left leaving Drago alone. Confused by his wife's conversation, Ivan simply asked himself." _If I have everything why do I feel this way? I hate this anxiety!" _He walked back to the house. * * * A figure stood outside a gym and looked through the window. The entrance to the building had a sign on the door that said "WOMEN ONLY!," naturally the man could only see through the window. The figure saw in amazement women hitting punching bags, several were doing exercises such as jump ropes and pull-ups. The man could make out a ring in the middle of the room and in it were two women sparring. Several trainers encouraged their trainees to keep going. This made the figure smile in pride. Rocky Balboa then felt confident all of a sudden and eagerly went to see Jackie. A half hour later, Rocky made his way in the jail with the help of a guard and eventually he found himself to the visiting booth as the guard pointed it out to him. He was sitting facing a small glass wall with a phone next to it. The young woman Jackie looked defeated as she sat down. She was in an orange jumpsuit. They were both sitting on either side of the glass. She grabbed her phone and Rocky picked up his. "Hey." Rocky said. "I take it you're here to tell me I'm disappointing." said Jackie with a sigh. "Why didn't you tell me you were charged with murder?" He asked. "It was just something I wanted to get rid of. If I brought it up, all those feelings would come back. I just wanted that to be in the past." Jackie said and started to cry. "I brought this upon you and I'm sorry." She sobbed. "I won't make you tell me what happened. All I can tell you is that it's not your fault. It's mine Jackie." "What are you talking about?" "I allowed this to happen. Duke is too.... what's that word that means wanting something even though you're being told no but you keep wanting to anyway?" "Persistent?" "Yeah that. I should never have met him." Rocky said. "This isn't your fault Rocky. We just have a common enemy." "He wants you to fight Tommy Gunn." Jackie nodded. "I know. All the girls are giving me a hard time about it. They don't think I can win and I'm inclined to agree." "I called him. I wanted to tell him that he should leave you alone and I was going to give myself to him. He wants to be my manager you know?" He shook his head and looked frustrated. "But then...I thought about it." "And?" "I just told him... you were going to win." He said boldly. Jackie looked shocked. "Why would you even think that?" "Because you got me." He smiled. Jackie felt happy at that moment. Rocky then told her about the conditions Duke made out. He also told her about the training he had planned. "Do you think you can do it?" Jackie simply said. "I'll try." 7. Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Rocky laid himself down on the sofa with a frustrated look on his face. He came back from visiting Jackie in prison. He wanted to tell everyone what he was planning to do. But before he did, everyone was watching the TV with misery planted on each of their faces. Adrian, Paulie and Robert were watching the news in the living room. He looked at what they were watching. His expression was almost identical to everyone seated in the living room. The news reported was going on and on with the fight taking place in half a year. Duke's face was shown on the screen. "The reason…I'm doing this is because heck! I believe women can fight. I'm a _gentleman _and I want to give this young lady a shot. Women want to prove their worth, I say, 'let's see what you got then.' She goes down, she goes down. Once the town is mine, I'll do everything to make sure it goes into the twenty-first century two decades early. Everything stays the same _right_?" he rambled to a reporter. The lead anchorman's face was then shown. "I can fairly say this is going to be the most shocking and surprising fight of the century. For the first time ever, a woman will go one on one with a man in a boxing match. If she loses, the township in Philadelphia will be under control by George Washington Duke. The mayor, as well as the citizens are appalled by this match. Already, soon-to-be spectators give us their opinions on the upcoming fight." a sports newscaster was shown in one of the segments before it went to the next one. "It's an embarrassment. This man should be ashamed of himself. I'm already giving out petitions sanctioning the fight." a woman in her fifties stated. "It's bad enough we're going to lose our neighborhood because of this (beep) but now he has to humiliate a woman and women in general on (beep) pay-per-view?" a young woman stated. The mayor's face was shown next. He was talking to news reporters and stood behind the podium. "It is with great regret that I am saying that I have no power to overrule this man. George Washington Duke is more powerful than myself. He has our city clenched in his fist and we, unfortunately, are forced to deal with it. The fate of our city rests in this woman's hands now. Alderman John..." the mayor was going on when Paulie muttered his opinion. "The media is going crazy over this." Paulie said shaking his head in disapproval. "Feminist and women empowerment groups are taking this seriously and I don't blame them. They believe that this woman is being degraded and if she loses this fight, it will make women look weak. That's the issue." Adrian explained. "We'll also lose this city too." Paulie muttered and shook his head. With his cigar, he threw his ash on the screen. "Paulie." Adrian said sternly. Paulie waved her off. Rocky sat with an angry expression on his face for a few seconds. He tried to analyze the situation. It was a big one indeed and there was only one alternative. He stood up now. "Paulie get the gym open." he said with determination. "But it's Thursday. Gym's closed on thursday." Paulie frowned. "Guys, look in a couple of minutes, the cops is gonna bring Jackie here under our custody." "What? Why?" Adrian asked. "I'm doing it Adrian. I'm going to train her." Everyone looked at Rocky in utter surprise. * * * Blinding, white light was everywhere surrounding the area. It showed constantly for what seemed like an eternity. It finally stopped and two figures materialized in a large unknown stadium. There was a large crowd cheering loudly. The crowd looked foreign. People were yelling with excitement and with sheer enthusiasm to match. Apollo Creed and Mickey Goodmill made their way down to the entrance of the match. As far as he was concerned, Apollo naturally assumed no one could see both he and Mickey, so he continued to walk on despite the crowd of spectators in their way. They made their way down to the arena where the ring came into view. Apollo was in a state of utter surprise. He was in shock looking at the two combatants fighting. Now he knew why the crowd was going crazy. "Well, ain't that somethin'?" said Mickey in wonder. Apollo nodded absentmindedly. He was busy watching his friend Rocky going against the boxer who had killed him, Ivan Drago. Apollo looked on as he saw Rocky being hit repeatedly and kept on standing. Apollo could not help but feel a bit happy that his friend continued the fight for him. He made his way closer until he was actually below the ring with his old trainer, Tony who he was surprised to see as well as Rocky's friend Paulie. Apollo stood with them even though they couldn't see him. "Come on Rock!" he said as hung on to the ropes from the outside. "Hey get down! He can't even hear ya!" Mickey said and also went to see clearer. Rocky hit back as best he could. But there seemed to be no way in taking down the monstrous behemoth Ivan. Apollo kept trying to call out to Rocky to no avail to provide support. He had to help to him. "Rock remember eye of the ti-" but he was cut off. "He can't hear ya I said. Listen basically, he fought the guy for ya. To prove to anyone, that he was no chump and that you wasn't no chump either." Mickey said sadly. "He did it because he liked ya. You taught him more than I ever did." Apollo looked at him sadly as well and looked back at the ring. Rocky took all the hits. Every hit made by the towering monster made seemed to have no effect. Apollo remembered then how Ivan's punches felt and yet he was still amazed that Rocky was still standing. The man seemed to be made of steel, Apollo thought. The round ended and Rocky made his way to his post where Tony came to his side. He was tending to his wounds on his face. Rocky looked almost defeated. "What round is it?" Rocky muttered. "Last round. To win, you gotta win by a knockout!" Tony said. Apollo looked around when the crowd started to chant Rocky's name. He smiled and looked back at Rocky and Tony. "All your strength, all your power, alright? No pain, No pain!" Tony said with encouragement. Rocky repeated the words as well. "Come on." Apollo whispered. Apollo looked on as Rocky went back in. A few minutes in, Rocky took massive punches that could make dents on walls by Drago. But now, he was hitting back overwhelming Drago and that was when Apollo had an expression of sheer excitement. Apollo saw him hitting Drago's stomach and hit him back on his face. Smiling, he cried out despite the fact that he wouldn't be heard. "COME ON!" The crowd stood up in sheer excitement and astonishment as for the first time, Ivan Drago was knocked down. Apollo unseen, cheered as well with tears in his eyes. * * * Waking up from his dream, a tall, blond man sat on his bed contemplating what he had just dreamt and tried to replay it again in his mind. Apparently what had happened months ago was still on the young man's mind. He couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he was still thinking about the fight meant one thing, he had to find Rocky and talk to him. Ivan Drago went to the kitchen and took out a half-drunken protein shake in a bottle. He took a swig of it and sat down facing the kitchen table. He looked at the newspaper in front of him with a headline in the sports section that caught his eye hours ago. BALBOA PROTEGE TO FIGHT? Of course the headline was in Russian and Ivan read through the column with sheer curiosity and he did so again. He put the paper down and looked ahead in deep thought. Getting up, Ivan decided to make a call. * * * Rocky had just made his announcement to his family and already he was facing criticism from both of them. Adrian spoke. "Rocky you can't do this just because this monster is forcing you. Don't you see? He _wants_ you to do this." "You think she'll be like Tommy? Is that what you're sayin'?" he asked. "Look Rocko, maybe you ain't the manager or trainer type you know?" The words were a personal blow to Rocky and put his hands on his head as if to rip it off. He turned his back to them. He put his hands on the table thinking what to do. "I ain't lettin' this guy take us down." he said looking back at them. "Dad..." Robert spoke and everyone looked at him. "You think I shouldn't do this either do you?" he looked at him. "You have to do this." Everyone stood silent for almost a minute until the doorbell rang. "That's her. Now remember...this is happening Adrian." Rocky eagerly went to the door and opened it with a smile but it faded immediately as he realized that it wasn't Jackie. It was the vile, George Washington Duke with a smirk on his face. 8. Chapter 8 Chapter 8 A young woman walked slowly through a dirty, steel-decor corridor with her head bowed and scared that if looking up ahead might get her more criticism. She followed the sturdy security guard in front of her. She struggled to comprehend the events that lead her to where she was right now. It was a personal crime of her to do so because she had tried so hard to put her past behind her. But under the circumstances at the moment, she did not have much choice. She was about to go to the parole board and give them a detailed account of her life. A prison guard finally led her to an unknown room while he motioned in emphasis that he would remain inside. Jackie sat down silently and reluctantly in a chair in the middle of the room while three men seated themselves at the end of the small room. On the table was a list of documents. One of them looked at them carefully and sooner or later both of them took turns looking at that particular piece of paper. Jackie waited impatiently now. If the axe was to fall, then let it be done. "Jacqueline Rambolina, age 26, female, nationality American, high school education only, a veteran from the military and only finished three years of college." The parole member droned on and Jackie did everything she could not to roll her eyes in disbelief. "Charges include:" Jackie heard everything now. "Battery, Robbery, Domestic Disturbance and of course Assault in the second degree." The bald man with glasses said sternly. "Ms. Rambolina…Is there a reason you chose to commit these crimes?" The second man in the middle asked. Jackie remembered not to divulge any more information and can only explain vaguely. "I have my reasons but mostly it was because there was no other alternative given to me. I was basically held up against a corner literally and figuratively. When you're in that position, your survival instinct kicks in. Basically I was…protecting myself in all of those instances. Am I to understand that a woman shouldn't defend herself?" Jackie explained. "Ms. Rambolina, the purpose of this hearing is for you to convince us whether or not you have actually changed. Up until a few months ago when your charges were not fully expressed, you remained non-violent, silent, and became a member of society again. But because of…George Washington Duke's latest plan for the city of Philadelphia, he has offered you a chance for, should you win it of course, freedom. Will you, Ms. Rambolina, be able to keep from performing illegal acts once we release you in Rocky Balboa's custody?" "Yes I would." "Why do you believe that?" asked the third member. "Because it's like you said, I have Rocky." she simply said. * * * "I don't believe it." said Apollo appalled. "He really did it for me." He shook his head and wiped tears from his eyes. Apollo was now armed with the information of the future. Months later, Rocky had challenged Ivan Drago and managed to defeat him. "He truly is...a great man." He added despite the roaring crowd. Rocky was being hugged by Tony, Paulie and several spectators. Apollo wished he could be one of those few to touch him. "He's somethin' alright." Mickey agreeing. He rubbed his eye to wipe a tear coming down his cheek. "Now I know why _I _trained him, because he ain't scared of no pain." He said boldly. "I wonder if he thought the same about me. I always knew how much he kind of resented me for teasing him before we ever even fought. I wonder if he knew how much he influenced me...changed me." "Here's your answer kid." Mickey motioned to the ring where Rocky was making a speech. "In this ring, there were...two people killing each other but that's better than two million. What I'm trying to say is...if I can change...and you can change...everyone can change!" He declared and everyone cheered. "Ain't that somethin?" Apollo murmurred. He finally understood now. Rocky really was there for him and for that, he was beaming with pride. The scene instantly changed and both Mickey and Apollo found themselves in the empty ring from before. They both went in to discuss what they've seen. "You knew all this beforehand?" Apollo asked Mickey. "Yeah...feels good seein' it again though. It was better to show you." "So basically you like... tell the future. That was what happened. But how- what good will it do by showing me what Rocky's done?" Apollo asked. "Like I said, in a way...it's about helping 'im." Mickey simply said. "Cuz' things got woise when he finished that fight." Apollo frowned. * * * Rocky was livid in seeing Duke's face. He just wanted to cause him so much pain. Thought and reason left Rocky and the next thing he knew he charged at the man. He grabbed him by his collar and pushed him near the stairs at the corner. "Now you know better than to put your hands on a superior boy! Put me down if you know what's good fo' you!" Duke sneered. "Why you doin' this huh?...HUH?" Rocky shouted. "You started a war you can't afford!" Duke smiled. Rocky was about to raise his fist when a figure came out the door behind him. "Rocky put him down!" Adrian said coming outside now. "Thank you!" he said adjusting his collar. "You're a monster. Don't you dare thank me! Now what are you doing here and what do you want?" asked Adrian. With an over the top self-assurance, he answered. "I came outta the goodness of my _heart _and because I felt so charitable today, I came to ask you..." Duke turned to Rocky who was seething. "for one last chance...Join me and we'll forget this whole thing." He grinned. Rocky stepped up to him and simply said with a growl. "Take a hike." Duke only sneered. "Well in a way, that's just good to hear cuz' it'll just make this whole thing better to enjoy. I mean..." he chuckled in disbelief. "What makes you think she can win?" In two seconds of actual thinking, Rocky answered. "She's got me." "That's right." A figure said behind Duke. Rocky smiled in relief that it was Jackie with two police officers behind her. Duke turned around and said "Hey...Jackie Rambolina, long time no see. You lookin' good. You lost weight right?" he chuckled. "And you gained some...right?" she quipped. Duke laughed. "Wow you're good." he said waving a finger at her. "I came here to ask Rocky whether he should reconsider and join me and I guess he's still stubborn as a mule." "Get out because I don't talk or deal with jackasses." she said. Duke put his hands in mock surrender. "Fine." he said and walked towards the officers. "Officers no need to inform you of Jackie's conditions to keep her parole on the up and up. You guys are doin' your jobs right?" Duke raised an eyebrow to them. "I don't like the girl either and we do know our jobs so please leave if this is not your property." one of the officers said strictly. "Pleasure meeting you officer Boyt." he smiled and walked away to his limo. The officers went away after discussing with the Balboa's about Jackie's parole. Jackie was still outside looking at the Balboa's as they stood near the entrance to the house. "He's a jerk." Rocky said smiling and agreeing with what Jackie was thinking. "Yes he is. Yes he is." she nodded her head. "Wanna come in now?" "It's not like I have a choice." Jackie said smirking as she was walking toward them. "Thank you guys really." As she walked in there with Rocky and Adrian following her. Paulie scratched his head as he murmurred to himself. "Rambolina...that's her last name?" he asked incredulously. * * * As Ivan Drago was seated in his plane, he was shaking his head. At the moment, he had no idea what he was about to do. Ivan was acting on instinct and decided to go to the one place that he needed to deal with some mental problems he was having. Most of them revolved around Rocky Balboa. He had to help him now. 9. Chapter 9 Chapter 9 It was 7:00 in the morning. Inside a large building, three individuals looked around at the secluded gym they were in. _Mickey's Gym. _The building was dark and gloomy safe for a few lights still on. Rocky, Jackie and Paulie wondered aloud as to how they were going to begin. Both of them had their hands in their pockets apparently anxious as to how to resolve the situation they were currently in. "People are complainin' about this man vs woman boxing thing." Paulie began. "We got a fight coming up. How and where do we start?" Jackie asked Rocky. "We're going to need the big guns." Paulie said looking at Rocky. "If you're thinking about Tony. He's unavailable. He's training somebody right now and can't commit." Rocky stated sadly. "We need somebody with more experience in this. I don't want the same mistake to happen again." "What do you mean?" Jackie frowned. Rocky looked at her and hesitated. This was one of Rocky's biggest fears. The possibility that the same thing that happened with Tommy Gunn could happen to Jackie. He might lose her and she might reject him. After a long pause, Rocky finally answered "I got this idea that…maybe I didn't too good with Tommy because I wasn't a good enough trainer. I wasn't there for him. He was led astray and I couldn't do nothing about him." "He used ya Rock from the beginning! I keep telling you that kid wasn't no good!" Paulie said outloud. "I came from the same upbringing this punk did. Unlike him I still retain my beliefs and my morality. Those 'crimes' I committed, I only did them because dark forces made me. People who took away my hope and my dignity. It was the only way I could get them back. Tommy Gunn probably had the same thing done to him. His own hope and pride was lost and he did nothing about it. That's...the difference between me and him." Jackie said. "You have to believe me." she added with tears in her eyes. Rocky gave a warm smile and because of what Jackie said that he finally got an idea. * * * "No woman in boxing history has ever had much of a place in the boxing world, much less fight a man who is superior to her. How can George Washington Duke pull something like this off?" an ESPN commentator spoke. "That remains to be said. But still the entire country is going ape over this upcoming match between the disgraced Tommy Gunn and a rookie female fighter Jackie Rambolina." another ESPN commentator replied. In an airport, a crowd of people looked at the TVs stationed near the terminal. A member of the crowd stood out as he watched what the men were saying on the screen. The gigantic behemoth looked on with eager interest. He looked around though to make sure people didn't recognize him. He pulled his cap down and put his sunglasses on, then he left. Arriving in Philadelphia was a strange experience for Ivan Drago, immediately he began to feel culture shock within an instant. He looked around as cars honked, strange posters littering the sidewalk, music blaring, and buildings that had an odd decor. Ivan was in a taxi cab for the first time and already he was beginning to feel overwhelmed by what America had. He began to get pensive as to how to deal with what was to come, unaware that the driver was watching him. "Hey you look familiar. Have I seen you before?" the taxi driver asked him with a hint of excitement as if he actually did know who he was. Ivan coughed and responded with a crude American accent that sounded too high pitched. "Nah, actually this is my first time here. I'm from LA." "Oh never mind then sorry buddy." Ivan nodded absentmindedly and looked back out the window. As he continue to watch the new world he was in, he caught a glimpse of several men fighting in a random alleyway right next to a bank. As the car sped, Ivan could not imagine how he, could do what happened next. * * * As soon as they left Mickey's Gym, Rocky, Paulie and Jackie were a bit excited as to what they will finally do. The idea was for Jackie to train at a women's boxing gym that Rocky found. He was amazed he didn't think of it sooner. "I didn't know why I didn't thought of it until just now, you know?" he chuckled. "Well at least we finally got a plan." Jackie said happily. "Yo Rock get a look at this!" Paulie grumbled and pointed his head forward. Several spectators soon followed Rocky's gaze. Witnesses screamed as to what was happening. Rocky saw two men making their way out of a bank with bags of money under their armpits and guns in their hands. One of them called out as they came down the stairs "Where's LaVonne?" "He went out the back just forget him and go!" his partner cried out. Both thieves went off despite people looking. Rocky could not believe what was happening and his anxiousness turned to anger. Paulie wondered how this was happening as he said "All this in broad daylight?" Rocky saw how Jackie ran towards the situation. "Hey wait don't!" Rocky went after her. "Aw geez not again!" Paulie ran as well throwing his cigar away. * * * An armed assailant with a black ski mask on was brutally beating a security guard with his bare hands. As he took a gun out and prepared to pull the trigger, he felt like his breath left him. He couldn't breathe. A great hand pressed against his throat from behind. The assailant dropped his gun and tried to get the humongous hand off him but couldn't pry it off and the next thing he knew, was total blackness. He was knocked out cold. The security guard laying on the ground, began to pant harder when he saw his rescuer: Ivan Drago. "There would have to be another party involved." Ivan frowned. "He could not rob a bank by hisself." He told the security guard. Ivan Drago hated thieves, people who would not bother making a life for their own and had to resort to stealing then working hard. "Two other men. They uh...went out the front." The guard said as he nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off Drago. Ivan looked ahead and nodded. He began to follow suit. But the guard pressed on. "Hey I'm badly hurt. I need help." "Call 911!" Ivan shrugged as he ran leaving a frustrated guard behind. He went out the front of the bank but found no one and looked around to find out which direction they went. "All I saw was two men coming out and going towards that direction..." Ivan looked to a witness telling a police officer what happened. He looked to where she was looking as she was explaining what had happened and Ivan immediately ran, despite police vehicles already going that direction as well. He followed them instead keeping his distance. Eventually they stopped and saw the place in which the bank robbers had settled in. A women's gym. Ivan heard the list of demands coming from one of the bank robbers. "I want a chopper on the roof now or else I start shooting!" He yelled at one of the police officers twenty feet away. "How many hostages?" the police officer asked through his bullhorn. "Twenty or thirty women and wouldn't you know it? Rocky Balboa and his pal!" He growled. "He's there!" Ivan murmurred softly. 10. Chapter 10 Chapter 10 In what seemed to be an impressive short amount of time, a hostage situation had occurred. The women's gym was taken over by two heavily armed hooded individuals whom wasted no time taking over the place to gain an advantage over the police. Rocky, for the first time came up with what would make these guys steal a bank and then take a women's gym under their control? He then remembered that he saw a newspaper article down the street a few hours before he, Paulie and Jackie made their way to Mickey's Gym in pursuit of the lowlifes. The headline read: "Crime Rate Escalates." Rocky knew it to be the cause of George Washington Duke. Of course, he was the kind of man who would pay no attention to the economy of a city much less for what people make on a weekly basis. Rocky supposed correctly that so far George Washington Duke was a negative effect, a virus on the city of Philadelphia. No jobs, no money thus, crime becomes too apparent. He shook his head thinking this and went back to reality where the two hoodlums were finished making their demands to the police outside. Rocky could not help but recognize one of the robbers' voices. It sounded familiar. "Everybody shoosh and shush! We don't want hurt nobody but we will if we got to!" the robber had said and members of the gym which composed entirely of female stood with their backs to the wall including Rocky, Paulie and Jackie. One by one their wrists were tied together with cord. The women were frightened and several were crying. "We got the place wired with explosives that will make this place a crater if one of you ladies and gents get out of line!" shouted the menacing hoodlum. Everyone cowered in fear at what was just being said. Rocky shook his head as if wanting to say 'yeah, it's worse.' "Well, Well, Well..." one of the bank robbers said as he slowly approached Rocky apparently getting a good look at him. "Who do we have here?" Rocky wanted to speak but the thief cut him with a jab to his gut. He coughed. The punch was unexpected and he fell to the ground. Rocky hissed in pain. The other bank robber held his arms in case he wanted to attack. He was led into the gym arena which was in the middle of the room they were in. Rocky struggled as he was being dragged towards it. "Don't! Leave him alone!" Jackie screamed. But it was too late and Rocky was to another room. As soon as he was tossed by the two criminals through the ropes. The masked hoodlum stood in the middle of the ring and looked down at Rocky."Look after them. I'mma go deal with him." Soon the accomplice went off with a nod. "Rocky Balboa..." He finished and placed a hand on his chin. "What? You don't know who I am?" the robber then took his mask off. Astonishment overwhelmed Rocky as he saw the robber revealed at last. He was big, black and burly. Baldness showed on the hoodlum's left and right side of his head. He was unshaven on his chin and sideburns. What made him more recognizable was the gaze he gave Rocky. It was Clubber Lang who sported an evil grin at Rocky. * * * Blue and white light was the glow that gave off everywhere in the place they were. Apollo was used to it now and it disappeared as he finally materialized towards an unknown area where loads of people were stationed to give questions to what seemed to Apollo, three or four people on seated on stage. The press conference was already in effect. Mickey was right next to him. Before they were transported, Mickey had already told Apollo that Rocky gave up everything and was back to where he started. There was a protegé of Rocky that was getting to be a problem. Apollo listened as to what was going on. A newspaper editor called out to the young fighter. "Do you think it was too easy?" The young man responded quickly as if he was on top of the world. "I took some shots, but I was never hurt. I'm just glad to be the champ!" He shook the heavyweight championship belt in the air. Another member of the media called out. "Don't you think this looked like more like a sparring session than a championship?" Apollo looked on as Tommy Gunn was becoming infuriated over the questions the reporters were giving him which he naturally assumed were insults. Apollo thought hard as he looked at the young fighter. He nodded in understanding. Apollo had met and dealt with people who were tempted by money and greed. He himself almost did. In a way, Tommy was a lot like Apollo. "I know how this is gonna turn out." Apollo said unexpectedly. "Whadaya mean?" Mickey asked. "It's like you said, Rocky lost his fortune and trained a young fighter but betrayed him in the long run. My question is...why are you showing me all of this?" He waved a hand emphasizing his point. "How can we possibly help him if we're..." "Well...Rocky is special, like I said. That doesn't mean that he a'int thinking about us. We're seeing all this because it kinda gives us clues as to what's happened to him and how we can help him." Mickey said. Apollo looked on with confusion and shook his head as he still didn't quite understand. "I'm just sayin' we're irrelevant. Even if we did have all this information how exactly do we help Rock?" "A man can dream can't he?" Mickey grinned. Apollo now looked more confused with that response. * * * Ivan Drago, quick for a man so tall wasted no time in trying to intervene so that he stop the current predicament. If Rocky died, he would never get the chance to do what he needed to in order to regain some closure in his life. He made his way to the back of the building. Avoiding the police was no problem as he took another route instead. As he went around, he took the long way to avoid the police and crowd and made his way to the back of the building. There were two squad cars in the back position. Only two police officers were stationed with their guns drawn out waiting for any order from their commanding officer. Ivan Drago knocked them out from behind. As the policemen laid down on the floor, Ivan took the chance to get in through the back door. Rocky was still being brutally beaten by Clubber Lang and the worst part about it was that he couldn't get free to defend himself. "You took away my belt, now I'ma take away your life and for that...I pity you fool!" He gave him another cross to his chin. Rocky was close to getting knocked out cold. But what he nor Lang realized was that Jackie standing across the wall in the other room with the other women, was close to freeing herself. Cutting the cord with a small knife she had always carried around with. Jackie looked at the robber with hatred and contempt. He was looking at the other room where the sounds of punching and hitting were occurring. Jackie knew he was distracted and she was close to finally cutting the last thread of the cord she was bound with. "What are you doin?" Paulie mouthed silently. Jackie simply winked at him. * * * The SWAT team had just arrived and as protocol needed to make sure all standard police teams were in perfect communication order. However, there was a team in the back that was left non-responsive. "Sir, we lost communication with the officers in the back." an officer outside reported to his commanding lieutenant. The lieutenant cursed under his breath. He was now assuming the worst. "Must have shot them! We have no choice. Tell them if they do not release the hostages in five minutes, we'll go in by force. No negotiation." he said. The lead officer nodded and then hurried back to the rest of his comrades to issue the order. * * * Ivan Drago made his way in what seemed like a basement judging by the dark decor. He had heard commotion coming from above and because he did, he had to make his way quickly and cautiously. Drago eagerly wanted to see what was happening. Making his way up the stairs where a door was shown above, Drago made his way toward it. As he got to it, he turned the doorknob only to find it lock. He swore in his mind. If he opened it by force, the thieves will hear it. He paused to decide what course of action he should take despite the noise he was hearing on the other side. Rocky was dealt with by a hard blow to his jaw. "You're a disgrace." He spat out softly. "Whatchu say?" Lang picked him roughly by the collar so that they were face to face. "You got lucky last time but you ain't gon' be so lucky now!" He then headbutted Rocky and it was that hit that finally knocked him out cold. Yet he could hear Lang mocking him. "He down ladies and gents! 1... "_2_..." Rocky had his eyes closed for exactly those two seconds. It was then that he finally opened them that he realized that he was in a different setting than where he was. He was in an empty ring surrounded by blue and white light along with a lot of fog passing by. He got up and as he stood he realized he was no longer bound as he stared at his hands. "_3_..." Lang's voice was still heard. After a few moments, he turned around and saw a figure making his way toward him. The man was in the other corner. He finally materialized as he stepped forward. "Who is that? What do you want?" he cried. "Just an old sparring buddy." It was Apollo creed. "_4_..." Rocky paid no attention to Lang's voice and instead stood in mesmerization at Apollo. "How?" he finally spoke. "No time to explain all I can say is you need to get your head back in the game. I know how it turned out for you but like I told you before one time...it ain't ever over." "_5_..." "I'm sorry for what happened to you Apollo." Rocky said with tears in his eyes. "You shouldn't be man. You got another chance at this and you don't even see it." Apollo said. "_6_..." "Chance for what?" "To be a great and yet...good person." "_7_..." "I feel like I can't no more, you know?" "_8_..." "That depends on you...you got two seconds what do you want to do?" Apollo asked with a smile. "_9_..." "It was great seeing you." Rocky smiled. "Likewise." Everything dematerialized all of a sudden and Rocky finally had his eyes opened. But what he saw was unbelievable. It was Ivan Drago and Clubber going at it in the ring! 11. Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Apollo came out of a strange zone, a zone that allowed him to stand on the boundary between life and death. He felt great all of a sudden. It was evident by the smile on his face. It soon turned into a grin. As he walked in a random void, he saw Mickey standing in front of him. He nodded in understanding. "We can still help him. Come on!" Mickey waved an arm to Apollo to hurry along and soon both of them were watching another scenery. Apollo knew the plan was to help Rocky and he didn't want to stop helping him. He wanted to continue him. For that, Apollo continued to smile for the fact that in life or in death, he can still make a difference. * * * Rocky had opened his eyes in great surprise to see two of his former combatants taking swings at each other. He saw how Ivan Drago attempted to pummel Clubber Lang. All of this happened in a ring which was the funny thing. _Just when I thought it couldn't get any weirder _thought Rocky. Still in pain, he attempted to adjust his position to get a better view. Clubber Lang started to control the fight by launching several of his hard-hitting swings to Ivan's face. Each hit seemed to stun Drago. He staggered backward to the pole where Lang pummeled him repeatedly in his chest. He then attempted to launch another hit to Drago's face. Surprisingly he ducked out of the way, where Drago got out from the corner, launched a jab to Lang's abdomen causing him to keel over and with a yell, Drago gave him a massive uppercut to Lang that sent him flying across the ring. Spitting out blood, Lang got up and tackled Ivan where he hit him wildly like an animal. It was then that Rocky wished he could get loose to give Drago a chance. Rocky knew Ivan was probably here for a grudge as well but he wasn't finished with Lang and if that meant joining a former adversary to take him down, so be it. He thought. * * * Finally free from her bindings, Jackie motioned to the robber in front of her. "Hey! For a robber, you sure got your dignity stolen huh?" Women gasped at her response and Paulie just shook his head in regret. "You got something you wanna say?" The robber started on Jackie when she then kicked him in the kneecap. As he fell, he shot off a round in the ceiling on reflex, Jackie's bindings burst opened and she began to launch a brutal assault on the criminal. Using what seemed like lightning fast speed, she spun and elbowed him in the face followed by a hard blow across the robber's face. Paulie can tell the women were shocked at the attack Jackie was launching. Paulie murmurred to one of them. "I taught her everything she knows." * * * "Shots fired!" one of the commanding officers replied to one of his superiors on his phone. "Forget the negotiator. We're going in!" The commanding officer motioned to his Captain whom grabbed a bullhorn and was about to give orders to the SWAT team in front of the building, many of them holding their rifles and pointing them toward the entrance of the building. "Hold that fire!" The commanding officer looked flabbergasted at that response. "Sir we have a shot fired!" he said exasperated. "No scream, no perps coming out telling us what happened, no call, we don't know what caused that. Five minutes. Inform the Lieutenant." "Keep the people back!" A frustrated lieutenant standing right next to him shouted to one of the officers keeping the increasing crowd in check. A junior officer did his best to keep the crowd calm. "Ma'am I'm going to need you and everyone else to move back." He ordered. "We heard on the news Rocky's in there! We're here to help him! Isn't that right guys?" The whole crowd answered her question by saying "Rocky! Rocky!" over and over again. The junior officer looked at his captain with a deflated look on his face apparently signaling that control is almost impossible. Nicky Richards, a reporter for channel 9 couldn't help but see a certain window in front of the building. He saw a two figures in what looked to be a ring far inside. "Hey check that out!" he whispered to his partner. "Oh my God!" "I know, right?" "Do you think we're the only ones seeing this?" Always a man who lived dangerously, Nicky motioned to his assistant. "Grab the camera and we'll see soon enough." They both attempted to get closer despite the growing mob. * * * The thief now had various moves that matched Jackie's and both were in what seemed to everyone sitting around them, as a fierce dance. Jackie was getting more than frustrated at the criminal. She was giving everything and as much as she launched a few blows, they were blocked. She hated being inferior than a man. Her speed was more than consistent but her strength was still at an average level. Wanting to end this quickly, she kneed him in the groin area making him go down in an instant. Immediately, she began to tie him up both his feet binded as well as his hands. "Whatcha waitin for? Rock's in trouble!" Paulie cried reminding her. Apparently she did forget and went off quickly in search for him. "You coulda untied me too." murmurred Paulie as he struggled to get free as well. A ferocious Clubber Lang continued to have the upper hand in the fight. He was on top of him hitting him with Drago putting up his fists to protect his face. Rocky saw this and continued to struggle against his bindings. He needed to get away from the fight. He had second thoughts and was brought to the conclusion that Drago could not possibly accept his help. Knowing both these men, one of them could still commence attack on him. Rocky's thoughts were soon emptied as he saw Lang take out a gun from his back pocket and pointing it at Drago's face. "You shoulda not have climbed down from the beanstalk, fool!" Lang taunted and was about to pull the trigger. It was then that he saw an unexpected sight. Jackie was on top of the turn buckle crouching and looked ready to jump. Rocky cried out. "What are you-?" She then jumped and landed on Lang with incredible force, knocking the gun off his hand which slid on the ring floor and out of sight. "Jackie!" She got off Clubber Lang's back and as she took off her jacket, Jackie stood in a fighting position. Lang frowned at the newcomer. "You serious? You want some of this?" he yelled. He then sent a hit that could have made a hole in a concrete wall. Jackie blocked the punch amazingly using her jacket wrapping his wrist and bringing him face to face with him. Both of them grit their teeth. Soon, Jackie fell down with her jacket sprawled on the side. It was then that Jackie's knife fell out of the pocket and landed near Drago's body. "NO!" Rocky saw Jackie and trouble and tried to get loose. Ivan Drago saw the scene in which the young woman was getting subdued and then he looked at Rocky. The knife next to him suggested that the opportunity he was looking for was finally within reach. He grabbed it and very slowly crawled towards Rocky. Rocky then saw Ivan approaching him with a knife. In fear, he struggled to get free. "I need to save her!" he yelled at him. Surprisingly, Drago turned a scared Rocky Balboa around and attempted to cut the rope that tied his hands together. * * * Nicky Richards had found a way around the building without being seen by the police. His assistant holding the camera followed him inside the building. "We have to be extremely quiet, like we're not here. OK, Riley?" They were walking up a set of stairs that led to the main floor. "Got it. This is some predicament." he whispered. "Heck of a way to help, isn't it?" Nicky winked to Riley. Sneaking their way into a hostage filled area, Nicky and Riley were determined to make themselves notorious in news-making history. They found themselves facing a door and after hearing sounds of struggle inside, Nicky opened the door slowly. As the door swung opened, they found themselves facing a ring with several individuals including Rocky in it. "You getting this?" Nicky asked Riley. "Already am!" he whispered back. Riley marveled at what he personally referred to as an 'epic' sight. With his hands freed, Rocky with eyes that signalled intense hatred and confidence, got up and turned to face Lang on the ground about to hit Jackie. It would be a blow that could end her. Rocky clenched his fists so hard, they shook. Rocky wasted no time and grabbing Lang's wrist that was in the air. Lang turned to face Rocky with a growl but Rocky just hit him hard in the face. Lang fell backwards which gave Rocky enough time to go to Jackie. "Jackie, you OK?" "Yeah." she nodded still on the ground. "Free the others." Jackie got out of the ring but not before she took a curious glance toward Drago who was on the ground rubbing his forehead, apparently still seeing stars. She didn't know why but felt as if she had to help him. He did take a severe beating. Nicky Richards was documenting the incredible sight without being seen. So far, he was explaining in rapid whisper to the general public in full detail what was happening. "As you can see, Rocky Balboa, the two time former heavyweight champion is doing whatever it takes to incapacitate what looks to be Clubber Lang. A young woman who fits the description of Jackie Rambolina, a former criminal herself helping Rocky. This is truly a spectacular sight." "Come on Rocky fight this guy hard!" whispered Riley. * * * "This is all over the world now, Mr. Duke. This fight you initiated was almost impossible and yet however you achieved it financially, there are many who claim that the underdog, a Jackie Rambolina will not be able to handle a fighter like Tommy Gunn. Hence the fight is still not that popular enough nor interesting to the spectators as we've seen from the polls." George Washington Duke wished he could agree with what the interviewer was saying but he had to keep people interested and it was something he knew well enough to do. "I told you all and everyone else, and I still say, simply, it's time for something new." "Excuse me Mr. Duke, we seemed to be getting something new as well for we are cutting to a video feed of a hostage situation in downtown Philadelphia where a Rocky Balboa and Jackie Rambolina are engaging a fight with a former boxing fighter Clubber Lang." Duke turned his head over in surprise and saw on a monitor everything that was happening. "Only in America." he said simply. 12. Chapter 12 Chapter 12 The whole footage spread out through the country so fast, it was practically on every news channel. But more primarily, the sports media was taking it more seriously. The footage contained Rocky, Clubber Lang, Ivan Drago, and Jackie Rambolina fighting in a gym ring. Nobody can ascertain how the footage was being shot for the fact that the gym was being taken over by now-turned criminal Clubber Lang and an unknown accomplice. Nobody else can ascertain as to how Rocky Balboa's former opponents came to town. There were many questions that came with no answers. Everybody on TV was very perplexed. One thing was for certain however, everybody was cheering in every vicinity in Philadelphia for Rocky and Jackie to win against their captors. The police refused to comment and speculate with news reporters. Nobody with a high authority was sure what was going on. They simply waited. The funny thing was that everyone had the same scenario, the same dramatic ending that included somebody walking out the door the victor, the heroes or the villain. In a practice ring, Rocky had shown that he still retained his speed and stamina given to him from Apollo Creed's training a few years ago. Jackie and Rocky each gave Lang serious blows to every part of his body. Rocky can tell just as well as Jackie that Lang was weakening, he was indeed getting tired. Eventually Clubber Lang went down hard when Jackie launched an impressive kick to his head. Rocky smiled at her. He was impressed and couldn't find a way to explain it to her. She smiled back. Rocky frowned a bit at the way she smiled. It was as if an angel would smile, he thought to himself. The moment was over as a loud sound occurred. Jackie looked and saw a hole in her left shoulder. She then went down. "NO!" Rocky cried. Nicky taking a peak from the basement door which was open ajar, felt as if someone pushed him in and knew it wasn't his assistant was as if he had lost control of his actions because the next thing he knew, he was crouching and made his way into the gym where he saw Drago beaten on the floor and looking over to his left, Nicky went to a sporting equipment section at the corner of the room. He made his way back with an object in his hands. He threw the object beside Drago, whom had his eyes closed the whole time. Clubber Lang reappeared and pointed his gun at Rocky. Giving him a bloody grin, he said. "You're turn, fool!" he cocked the gun. Suddenly a flat, blunt object struck Lang's head from behind. He went down instantly. Ivan Drago, still beaten from his fight with Clubber Lang held a baseball bat from the gym, was in a daze. In fatigue, Drago sat down in the corner post, letting go of the bat in the process. Rocky cradled Jackie in his arms immediately as he went to her side. Jackie was panting hard but she looked up at Rocky nevertheless. "I wanted to help. I wanted to prove to you I was strong to begin with. Did I do it? Did I do it?" she asked softly with tears in her eyes. "Yeah you did it. You got him. You saved all of us..." "I don't want to go yet. I want to help you take back the city." "You will. You will. Just hang in there. You're going to be alright, kid." All of a sudden, the door to the club burst open as several police officers including a SWAT team made their way in, securing the area. A few secured the hostages and removed their bindings. A SWAT Team member cuffed the accomplice while the lieutenant and captain made their way to the ring area with both frowns shown on their faces. They were trying to make out what they saw. Eventually the captain climbed in the ring including a few paramedics that he ordered in. Rocky looked back to Jackie who now had her eyes closed. He shook her, trying to wake her up but couldn't. "Jackie! JACKIE!" he cried. He then hugged her tightly. "Mr. Balboa, what happened here?" the captain said with his arms stretched, showing his frustration and confusion. Rocky felt like all speech was taken away from him. He did not know what to say. It was then that Nicky and Riley made their way to the gym as soon as they finally see the robbers subdued. Nicky was about to give his report on what happened but before he could even start, two police officers came up and questioned them. "What were you two thinking going in by yourselves?" the officer told them outrageously. The reporter shook his head, unable to answer the question properly."I don't know...I guess it was one of those out-of-body experiences." Nicky frowned as the question did seemingly confuse him. Why _did_ he go in? Paulie made his way toward Rocky in the ring, albeit he struggled but eventually got in. Rocky kneeled in front of Jackie while the paramedics were taking care of her. "Yo, Rocko what happened to her?" "She got shot, Paulie." Rocky muttered miserably. "How?" Rocky merely stood silent and found that talking was something he wasn't looking forward to right now. * * * Drago saw the whole thing. Rocky was crying to the young woman he had in his arms. Ivan knew better than to get involved with other people's affairs but he could not get the feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him want to be sad himself. Emotion was something that was foreign to him. In the end, Ivan thought to himself. _What was the real reason for coming here? _Seeing how Rocky took no notice of him, he got up and left. He had no choice but to talk to the police. Apparently interfering with a crime was also questionable to the police. So he gave his story to the only reporter available in the room. He said his name was Nicky. Drago felt it was the right thing to do. It was closest to closure as he could get. He needed the hole inside of him patched up. Giving his account of what happened and why he wanted to help would only fill up the empty hole to a minimal extent but he also knew a way of making himself feel better in the long run. After a few hours of talking to the press and the police, Ivan Drago left to initiate a plan. One thing that he made sure was glued to everyone's mind was what Drago had said to the screen as he was being interviewed. "I'm not a monster anymore." * * * "So now that this girl is out of commission, what's going to happen to us?" Tommy Gunn asked. In an office somewhere in the Philadelphia Town Hall, a black middle-aged man sat across a table with Tommy standing by. George Washington Duke was wearing a bemused smile on his face. He had heard what happened. "What's going to happen to _you _is in question. I, however, have taken it upon myself to see that this is one step closer to getting what I want." "What are you talking about?" Ignoring him, Duke went on. "I was hoping something like this would happen. This is why I'm always telling myself that I'm the greatest promoter of all time and If this girl doesn't make it, we get it all!" he grinned. "You mean if she dies?" Tommy asked. "What do you think?" Duke gave a half-smile. * * * "Will she make it?" "She's in a coma, Adrian." Rocky then sat down at the table. He looked heavily distressed. Rocky felt as if she let Jackie down. He was supposed to have saved her. _Does this mean everyone I try and help when it comes to fighting always leaves me because of something? _He asked himself this question. Adrian knew exactly what he was thinking and sat down next to him. "You know for a time now, I thought, she might become like Tommy Gunn and get obsessed with fame and fortune. I worried then. But after getting to know her, she's truly radiant and pure of heart in a sense. I think maybe she's the one. Your true student and she, in turn, would help you become the best trainer there ever was, even better than Mickey or Apollo." "I ain't like Mickey or Apollo, Adrian." Rocky moaned with tears in his eyes. "Yes you are. You have the best from both of them. They've helped you and in a way they will help Jackie. I know what you're thinking too. Robert will always know everything about you, your goodness and your spirit. You'll always have that to pass onto him. This woman deserves that too. She's earned it." Adrian then put a hand on top of Rocky's. He then nodded in understanding. Paulie then came in looking serious. "Hey uh…things still ain't takin a turn for the good, Roc." "What do you mean, Paulie?" "That Duke guy just heard about Jackie's condition and uh…he's using this as an excuse to say that he's more than close to having the city in his pocket now. It's all over the news, Rocko." Rocky then banged his fists on the table in anger. He then shook his head. "Why is this happening?" he asked gritting his teeth. "I have told him over and over again, that he ain't gettin' me. I ain't winning this fight guys. This is bigger than anything that I ever faced." Robert then came in and stood right next to Paulie. "Uhh...dad?" "Hey how you doin'?" Rocky greeted his son almost absentmindedly. "You got a visitor at the door." he said almost as if he was in disbelief at who he just saw. "Who is it?" He heard footsteps approaching slowly. Through the living room, Rocky could make out an extremely tall figure almost consumed by the night from outside coming in. Rocky couldn't believe it when the giant man walked into the kitchen. * * * Jackie felt like she was spinning. She had no control over it. All she could do was close her eyes shut. '_Where am I? What's happening?" _She stopped asking herself these questions. She knew nobody would answer her. Whatever was happening to her, she knew that she was never going to resolve it if her eyes were closed. She knew that. Jackie then opened her eyes. A bright light was then shown to her. She squinted and frowned. _Is this Heaven? _Jackie looked to her left and right. She was in a ring but completely different from the one she qas previously in moments ago. She eventually sat up and surveyed her surroundings. "I guess you can say this is the 'waiting area.' a voice answered her thought. Jackie frowned at the response. She did not know to whom it belong to. "Who's there?" Jackie could only make out thick fog in front of her but a silhouette of a man walked forward to her. She was perplexed at the person emerging. "Just a friend with a common interest." Apollo Creed appeared in front of Jackie. He gave her a welcoming smile. 13. Chapter 13 Chapter 13 A pair of Nike sneakers made their way through an intensely clean floor. The hospital was always a place where the concept of worry grew exponentially. Through the corridor, the young figure tried to make his way to a certain room. The receptionist had already told him when he came in that visiting hours were almost over so he had to make it quick. As he went left through another corridor where an arrow pointing the direction had the words INTENSIVE CARE, the figure marched on without hesitation. He knew that the doctors had already taken the bullet out of her. However, Jackie Rambolina was not out of the woods yet. Everywhere he looked he saw people in rooms where the only thing keeping them alive were machines that could malfunction at any time. The figure shook his head and walked on regardless of what he saw. Finally he came to the last door on the right. He looked at the room number and it was indeed the one the receptionist told him. Breathing in and out, the figure slowly opened the door. He took his time to survey her. The young woman, Jackie was laying on the bed connected to a machine, unmoving. She is the fallen angel, he thought. Her beautiful face unknowing and yet docile, her closed eyes gave her the impression that she was taking a deep sleep. The young figure then made his way over to her side. He then sat down to her right side. Trying so hard to avoid the beeping coming from the heart monitor, he began to speak. "Hi." he simply said and knew it was a feeble introduction but he went on. "I heard about what happened to you. I'm sorry you got shot." He began to cry but stopped himself and did the best he could to continue. "You're the only true friend I've had. You-You're strong for a girl. You can't give up. You can't. I uh…know you can't hear me. But I like to believe that maybe you do even if you don't, you know and I just want you to know something, you may have suffered more than any other person out there…but you will succeed more than other person. I know that….because my dad knows that." Robert said. Jackie could only further show her unmoving, sleeping state in response. * * * Whiskey bottles and beer littered the bartender's wall as Rocky looked at the mirror across from him. For the past two days, he was unshaven and depressed. Rocky had not seen Jackie two days since she was shot. He knew seeing her would only make his depression worse. Instead he waited for a call from her doctor explaining any change in her condition. Rocky had been coming to Andy's Bar ever since and what the patrons in the bar could not figure out was why he had not ordered anything any alcohol. Nobody had spoken to Rocky, apparently he looked like he needed to be alone. Even Andy knew, he had a lot on his plate. Rocky had been a great fighter before. But a head injury prevented him from ever stepping into the ring again. He considered whether he should be taking on Tommy himself. Being a trainer now was not what he expected. Mickey, Apollo and Duke made it look so easy. He wanted so much to be an inspiration to everybody. So why wasn't he capable of guiding someone toward the right path? Why was everybody he ever came into contact defected? Rocky came to the conclusion that he had hit rock bottom this time and there was no way out of it. Rocky heard the door open behind him but did not bother turning around. Heavy footsteps made their way toward him accompanied by soft murmurrs from the patrons. Rocky could instantly tell who he was but right now, he was not in the mood to talk. The footsteps then grew louder and stopped when the tall figure was right behind him. Two days ago, Rocky received a weird visit from Ivan Drago, the man who killed his friend, Apollo Creed. What Drago offered to Rocky was something totally unexpected. With his strange accent, Drago spoke behind him quietly. "Are you finally willing to make a decision this time? And I'm not talking about the drink." he said. Agitated, Rocky responded to him without turning around. "I just want to be left alone." Ivan went to Rocky's side but did not sit on the stool. Instead he leaned with his back on the bar. "Do you want to know why I came back?" he asked facing him. Rocky sighed. "Why?" "Because _we _have unfinished business..." Drago said. "Really? So why don't we go back in the alley then?" "I know you are still mad over the loss of Apollo. I can only destroy, I cannot bring him back to life. But..." he trailed off before he continued. "Ever since you defeated me...I have become changed. At first I was angry that I was defeated for the first time but I realized it made me a better man now. I saw what my people were trying to make me out to be. Seeing you now, makes me angry, very angry indeed. You changed for the worst, Rocky Balboa. If you really meant what you said in your speech that day, you would be by that girl's side now." He then stepped off the stool section and gave a look to Rocky from his left side now. "You have until tonight and it may be the moment when you will reconsider about what I have said." Ivan then turned around and left leaving a group of spectators speechless. Rocky now deep in thought considered the possibility of taking his offer. If Jackie comes out of her coma, she will indeed need an intermediary that will help her win the fight against Tommy. Rocky couldn't do everything himself so he knew it was time to get all the help he could get. * * * Jackie wondered, perhaps out loud if this was an illusion within her mind. A world that unexpectedly was developed through imagination. Her subconscious must have been heavily influenced by the shot in the chest. It was enough to cause trauma. Why else would she be talking to one of Rocky's rivals? "You're Apollo Creed." Jackie frowned. "That's right." he nodded warmly. "Obviously I'm having some side effects from the anesthesia." Jackie spoke out loud. "I've never even met you before in my life. Rocky did. Maybe something he told me about you manifested into this or maybe the doctors must have put me under. I must be hallucinating." "If that's what you want to believe, I won't stop you. But just because reality is based on rules, those rules can be broken from time to time. In other words, reality can become more than fantasy." "I'm not following you." Jackie shook her head. "It uh..sounds rather vague to me." "Believe me that's what I thought at first when I arrived here. This..." Apollo looked above at the stadium ceiling with lights all around. "is a place where fighters with heart feel they need to do something first before they go on." "'Go on'? What do you mean? Am I dead?" she asked. "Hey..." Apollo said trying to calm him down. "This is just a waiting area. I came to tell you to keep on fighting, sweetheart." "You-You talk as if you know me..." "You have Rocky's spirit. You're pure of heart, strong, and not afraid to stand up for yourself. So you tell me? Do you have a reason to keep on living?" "What kind of question is that?" "It's the answer that will get you out." Apollo said. "Well..." Jackie seriously now didn't know how to answer that question. She shook her head and turned away from Apollo as she found herself contemplating. Jackie knew was a woman who was different than all the rest of the women out there. Her life had been one of pure shambles and despair. Suffering was what she was used to. Everyday she prayed for it to stop. When she continued to go down a dark path, she took what she could get. She even murdered. With everything she had done and experienced, maybe she didn't deserve to go back. * * * Jack Johnson of channel 11 news cleared his throat about what he was about to present next. The man about to speak was hated throughout the state. Jack could barely keep his anger to a minimum but he tried his best. "We now cut to a live interview with the soon-to-be owner of Philadelphia, George Washington Duke." Another video was shown with Duke giving a toothy grin. "Hello, city of brotherly love. I have come to deliver a message to each and every one of you. I understand some of you think of me as shady and...evil as some of you may think. But did it ever occurred to you all, that I could save this city from crime and poverty as it is so plagued at this very moment?" Duke then raised his arms in a hugging position. "Come on, Philly! Don't do me like this! Don't judge me if you don't know me!" he joked and then gave a hearty laugh. "Look Philly, Jackie Rambolina suffered an unfortunate accident. I know, I know, poor girl, city like this. But even I know she is in no condition to fight Tommy Gunn. She has been incapacitated for over 48 hours and of course she ain't woken up. I think she may be scared and may feel she really is not up to face Tommy Gunn at all. Jackie may be a smart girl after all. If she still wants to fight, then I want an answer! Is she dead or is she chicken?" The television was then turned off. The nurse looked down at Robert, looking upset at what Duke just said. "Visiting hours are over, young man." "You heard what he said! You guys need to save her!" Robert declared. "We are doing everything we can. Now you need to head on home. There's a storm coming. Your parents must be worried sick." the nurse then left. Robert took no heed to what the nurse said and turned the television back on as soon as she was out of sight. As the screen took focus, Robert saw that Duke was still in an interview. "...and so what you're saying is that you're about to check in on Jackie Rambolina right now?" "I'm just sending someone in to keep an eye on her. To make she's you know, taken cared of." Duke smiled mischievously. Robert then grew worried and started to panic. He looked from both Jackie to the screen again where the interviewer once again spoke. "What do you mean by that, Mister Duke?" "In about fifteen of my minutes, she will get a special visitor. Just to say hello, I promise." Robert couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely, Duke was not going to send somebody in right now. Robert got out from under his seat and opened the door where he heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hallway. Gasping, he closed the door and locked it. Young Robert looked out the window and saw that it was raining hard. He was about to do something inexplicable. Jackie was Robert's friend, period. * * * Making his way inside Mickey's gym which was now closed, Rocky stood inside the makeshift ring again and waited. He didn't think this time. Every time he thought about something, he would feel worse. _Thinking about sad things only makes them worse. _He thought. Since he was not going to think about the Jackie situation, he did something else. He pretended he was fighting someone. Practing his jabbing was one of the few moves that made Rocky relive the past all over again. Fighting was the only thing he was good at. Rocky then heard a door open and in came the physically imposing Ivan. From where Rocky was standing in the ring, he can see that Drago's hard face showed clear understanding. Rocky knew it and it stunned him. _Had he really changed?_ "So...you're here. Do you have an answer?" Drago spoke. Rocky sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "You're forgiven." "Thank you. What about other offer?" After a few brief seconds of silence, Rocky merely nodded and said with a smile. "Let's get to work." * * * Robert was clearly not thinking and he didn't care about the consequences that was likely to ensue should he get caught. He was dragging an unconscious Jackie out of the window. Carrying only the assumption that Duke was sending a hitman or somebody else to hurt or to mock Jackie, Robert was taking no chances. He did however, check to see whether the machines weren't going to affect her should he turn them off. Luckily, her condition didn't change as he tried to lift her from her bed. But due to his size he couldn't and had to pull her by the arms. Breaking the window was not hard for Robert to manage. Grabbing an unknown object, he broke the window and seeing that he was a few stories above, carefully placed Jackie into one of the scaffolds attached to the building. By the time Robert got out of the window himself, he heard someone break the door open. He didn't stop and looked he just held on to Jackie. _I have to protect her. She's a sister to me! _He thought. On the scaffold, Robert could hardly grab hold of her due to the immense rain pouring down on him. Thunder and lightning occurred nonstop. Robert looked down to see a ladder leading to the ground. He just had to figure out how he was going to hold on to Jackie while climbing down at the same time. As he thought for a solution, Robert heard yelling from up above the window he went out of. A nurse, a doctor and a man wearing a thick blue and white sport jacket was shown. _It's Tommy! _He gasped. "Get him!" A doctor called out. "He's stealing the patient!" Robert looked all around to see what he was going to do. Limp as she was, Robert got behind her and with a water hose on the scaffold used it to tie Jackie onto her. As they got several seven feet below the ground, Robert slipped and that was when Jackie fell on the pavement. "NO!" * * * Apollo Creed looked at Jackie and he could tell she was considering her options. He knew somehow that she didn't think herself worthy to be alive. Thoughts are nothing sacred. He went over to her. "What makes you unworthy not to go back?" "Everything I've done for starters." Jackie said crying. As she did, rain began to fall upon both Apollo and Jackie. They both paid no mind. "We've all suffered in this world." Apollo began. "Life is like that. You don't need me to tell you that." "If I go back, I know it will be even harder." she said. "Don't give up, Jackie. Rocky needs you! You need him! I've seen it all! He's going to help you in a way you never thought before. You can win this fight!" "Then...I will." Jackie smiled amidst the rain and tears. "Remember rain can't go on forever." Suddenly a bright flash surrounded the entire area including both Apollo and Jackie. * * * Robert was held against the wall by a gruesome foe his father fought. He kicked and screamed at Tommy Gunn. "Let go of me! You monster! Why you doing this?" "Because I can! Because I ain't no bum like your father!" he taunted. "I mean you just killed that girl right now! You just did Duke and me a favor. How does that make you feel?" It was that remark that made Robert struggle even more. But it was useless. Tommy's hand was around Robert's throat. None of them took note that the sun was showing and yet rain was still falling. Yet despite Robert being choked by Tommy, he saw a marvelous sight. Jackie was rising. She looked around her surroundings including the sky. Despite the hospital gown she wore, Jackie looked like an angel that fell from heaven. Tommy confused by Robert's facial expression turned around and was in deep shock himself. He let go of Robert and as he saw Jackie for a while, her eyes met his. Tommy backed away and walked off. Several people including hospital staff were astounded as to what happened. "Jackie?" Robert stepped in front of her. "I dropped you. I thought you might have died." "Hey...you saved my life buddy." she spoke softly. They both embraced. 14. Chapter 14 Chapter 14 It seems everything was on television these days. Nothing unusual was unseen anymore. A spectacle, according to the news reporters, was shown on the screen. On the bar on the bottom of the screen, the title read: 'MIRACLE HAPPENS.' Above it, a young woman was embracing a young man. A dark figure looked at the screen in astonishment and outrage. "This kind of moment can make a heart explode with joy, ladies and gentlemen. Jackie Rambolina is back." The head news reporter stated. "GAHHHH!" An enraged George Washington Duke clenched both of his fists and immediately sprang up from his seat. He had just gotten off the phone with Tommy Gunn who gave him the news as to Jackie Rambolina's condition. She was alive. It was enough to make him tear his own hair off. Before he yelled, he had thrown the phone from his desk to the wall to his left. In his office, Duke tried to contemplate his next move. "What to do? What to do?" he chimed. Knowing whatever option to incapacitate Jackie was ridiculous and pointless, Duke was reminded of something. He also realized why he had never thought about it before. "She ain't a man. She's a woman." A window of clarity was opened to him. Tommy was all that was man and Jackie was a woman, she was physically inferior to him. '_She has to be._" He kept repeating what he had just said. He began to chuckle now. "She'll lose and I'll win!" he growled. * * * One Week Later… Waking up from his dream, Rocky frowned at what he just experienced. It felt like a dramatic film was shown in his brain. Wiping the tears from his face in great surprise, Rocky sat on the edge of his bed. He then went over what he had seen. "Hey….what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" Adrian had apparently woken up as well. Rocky was not sure how to answer her. He merely looked at the ground. The fact that he was confused made him feel older. He even looked older than he should. "All these problems we're dealing with…I'm just…just worn out, I guess. I'll be alright." Adrian rubbed his shoulder for comfort. "You sure?" Looking at the clock on his drawer, it read 5:43 A.M. "Today is another day." Rocky said. "You think she can do it?" Rocky asked Adrian. "She has you." Rocky was unsure whether to tell Adrian the dream he had. He was certain that the dream was accurate. Jackie had awoken due to something extraordinary. He couldn't explain it. '_Maybe I'm just thinking too much_.' he shook his head. * * * Jackie Rambolina wasn't out of the woods yet. The fact that she recovered was a miracle to her and to everyone else but it didn't mean she was 100%. Her left shoulder had a torn ligament that the doctors had trouble putting back together. When she got out of the hospital, her arm had been in a sling. She was left unsure as to when her arm would be alright again. To her, it only meant a huge weakness. The fight was coming soon and already she was at a great disadvantage. Nobody knew. Rocky made sure of that. If word had gotten around that she was not in good condition, the fight would be cancelled and Duke would have everything. "I'm working through the pain." Jackie had said. Right now, strategies were being brought forward. In Mickey's old gym, four people stood in the ring. Rocky, Drago, Paulie and Jackie were discussing their plan. "Tommy Gunn is a lethal killing machine. I understood you faced him before in an alley. But that didn't mean you win." Drago said. "I know." Jackie nodded. She agreed. "He wanted me to beat him so he could get me arrested." "Cheapskate if you ask me." Paulie grunted. "I don't underestimate him if that's what you guys are getting at." Jackie nodded. "I know he's stronger and powerful." "Do not give him credit, kiddo." Rocky started. "Drago and I agree that we should train you so that you can be as tough as him, you know?" "But with my arm in such a state, I mean...I wish it would heal faster." Jackie said. "I don't want people especially Duke to find out about this." "We got some solutions for that." Drago said. Both Rocky, Drago and even Paulie worked as best they could to conceal Jackie's current condition especially whenever they were outside. In the meantime, Jackie was doing her arm therapy exercises. She was doing all she could to make sure her arm didn't hurt as much as well as making it move the way it was supposed to. That didn't mean there weren't times when she had her cast on. Outside, Jackie jogged. She did this for a full week after arm therapy. After trying to train her arm using heavier weights, she went to do shoulder raises with dumbbells. It was a slow start. But as Rocky had said. "_It's better if you start from the beginning_." When it came to gain speed, Jackie ran around the neighborhood without her cast on. Everybody on the streets were cheering her on. Jackie had the urge to smile. In Rocky's run-down looking gym once owned by Mickey, a few gym members looked by with interest at the young woman performing an incredible feat. In the middle of the ring, Jackie was doing what seemed to be countless push-ups. What seemed to be her 45th one, Jackie began to struggle. Ivan nevertheless motivated her to keep going. The point was for her to do as many different sets of exercises that a male can do, since Jackie was a girl, she sometimes had a difficult time doing as many exercise sets as she could. "Just five more!" he yelled. Under the tutelage of both Rocky and Ivan Drago, Jackie thought she was a big challenge. Fortunately for her, _"I love challenges." _She thought to herself. Jackie loved being pushed to her limit. Doing push-ups was not something new to her but after since her left shoulder had been shot, it had become a weakness when it came to doing certain exercises. The training was covered into three particular sections. One section which was covered for two hours of speed training by Rocky and the other was for strength covered by Ivan Drago. The other section covered sparring and hitting. Both Rocky and Drago demonstrated and showed her how to do various punches. The purpose of this as Drago illustrated was to confuse your opponent. '_Show him a set of punches and hits and come up with a different set for the next round._' As she finally reached her limit, Jackie fell face down on the ground. "50! that's good. Break for now." Drago said. Panting, Jackie felt a bit relieved she was going to relax and get back her strength. "How's it going so far?" Rocky said as he sat next to Jackie on the bench. "She needs to gain more muscle." Ivan said as he approached them. "I've been eating like crazy these past couple of days. I guess I need to find another way to get bigger." "Like what?" Paulie said as he sat down in a slump. "I need more protein." Jackie agreed. "Just try and eat as much meat as you can. Being skinny will not help in a match like this." Drago pointed out. That statement didn't mean that being at a bigger size would help. Toning would have to be initiated as Jackie thought. There were days when she had been doing ab exercises. Doing countless crunches, countless sit-ups, and countless leg raises was a major burn every time. But it was necessary. "You're faster than he is. You're more brave than he is." Robert had said. "Use it against him!" he cheered. Everyone basically had a suggestion. Different ideas motivated Jackie. It felt as if something was achieved. Jackie nodded in agreement. She needed all the help she could get. Encouragement was something she looked forward to receiving, always. Strength training was next and it involved Jackie doing intense squats with 215 pounds on her shoulders. Going down and standing back up straight was indeed an obstacle and it took many attempts to perfect the form. "Down! Down!" Jackie sweating profusely grunted as she did what was instructed. Several trainers were helping her with the weights to make sure the bar didn't injure her spine. "Good! Good! Now Up! Up!" Several people including Rocky motivated her to go on. "AAH!" Jackie finally stood back up. Everyone cheered including herself. One day she told Rocky a statement he would never forget. "I want to keep the Rocky legacy alive." He smiled and gave her a hug as a thank you. In a gray sweater filled with sweat, a young woman continued to pant. Putting her hands on her kneecaps. She was on top of a series of steps and behind her stood the museum she had visited with Rocky and his son. Looking down at her hands, she looked at her left arm. Jackie felt a surge of excitement running through her body as she moved it. It didn't hurt. 'At least we don't have to worry about the press anymore.' she thought happily. She then launched her left fist in the air in victory. "YES!" Official weigh-in At the weigh-in, both challengers Tommy Gunn and Jackie Rambolina could not be present due to the fact that their presence would only make the debate about man vs woman more viable. On the scale, Jackie Rambolina stood with a worried expression. _'I hope I'm at an appropriate Boxing weight.' _She hoped. The announcer then came with the answer. '145! Ladies and Gentlemen!" Several people immediately revealed their astonishment and awe that they gasp and clapped out loud. Jackie could see on the screen in front of her that her body was ripped with muscle and empty of fat. It was the first time, she saw her body up close. 'Oh my goodness! I'm bigger than most girls now!" she said in awe. Indeed Jackie's tan body looked like a female bodybuilder would. 'Now I can finally show Gunn what I'm capable of!' she thought happily as the crowd cheered. One week until fight begins… "…Now you have been training, have you?" Duke asked Tommy seated behind his desk. Duke began pacing back and forth. Outraged, Tommy answered angrily. "What's there to train? I'm unbeatable! This girl ain't gonna stand a chance against me!" Duke sighed. "Fine! Just make sure to end it quick!" He almost saw no reason why Tommy should be put on a defensive. He thought a while ago that Jackie did not have the strength to go up against a behemoth like Tommy. Yet, Duke could not figure out why he was so uneasy now. Perhaps it was what he had seen on the television that made him feel worried now. * * * Author's Note: I apologize if this chapter is amazingly late. But I promise to update as soon as I can get better ideas. I had a lot of work to do these past couple of months so I apologize for that. Hopefully I'll get back later on. Please review! Thanks! 15. Chapter 15 Chapter 15 "You have no power whatsoever in this city nor this office!" a suited man yelled at the man standing across the room. The statement had been used twice by the mayor who was beyond agitated to the point of throwing the man out on his behind. "You're only saying that under the assumption that I might not know anything about politics and that I only know a certain damn sport, Mr. Mayor. I have here…" Duke pulled out a paper held out by one of Duke's people. "A contract which was made by some friends from out of town. It states the conditions and repercussions pertaining to the event taking place a week from this one. It is ironclad by the way..." he gave out a sick smile. The mayor had to close his eyes and hung his head putting a hand to his face. Duke continued as if nothing happened. "The city will be mine should Jackie Rambolina lose." "Do you think you can act with such power? Who do you think you are!? Up until this point, I thought this was just some publicity stunt as a revenge tool against a man who bested you and your pawn!" The mayor screamed now. "Let's just say I have friends who work in mysterious ways." Duke said calmly and smugly. "If you don't enforce this, Mr. Mayor, you will be in breach of the other contract you've signed before this thing got even more real. Guess what will happen. And guess..." Duke began to strut forward so that he can see the mayor in just inches. "What might happen to you, after I win-" "If you win..." the mayor growled. "You think you might stick around as mayor?" Duke grinned. "You'll have your way for now. But if you lose, my way of getting rid of you will be beyond what _you_ would do to me!" The mayor stated strongly. "Let the games begin then." Duke smiled. Soon, the media had shown the contract that was supposedly non-negotiable whatsoever. Any attempt to go against it, lawsuits would happen and precious money from the city would be wasted. * * * The fact that the training began primitively had to mean something. Because as the weeks closed in on the big fight, the training got more intense. Jackie felt at times she was nearing her limit. But that didn't mean she gave up. She had graduated from doing bicycle kicks on the ground to doing chin-ups with her legs sticking out forming an angle. Jackie had liked to believe that she was doing every exercise routine in the book. Rocky and Drago had given her good confidence after she completed her workout. The 'good jobs' felt amazing to hear. That didn't mean that there weren't times when she felt a bit bothered. It was a week after the weigh-in and also a week before the actual fight began that Jackie took a walk to relax. It was nearing night and through several sidewalks of unshoveled snow, Jackie began to think about everything at once. Looking around, she saw buildings that once meant something to the people who lived in Philadelphia, Jackie had never lived in such a city but she could tell that the city once had potential, now it seemed to be tarnished by the shadow looming over the city. That shadow was Duke's. Jackie was determined to make an example of him somehow. Eventually making her way on a bridge, Jackie thought about any obstacles Duke might once again attempt. She had to be ready. It was not going to be easy. Despite being stronger and faster now, she grew uneasy and she began to wonder why. She then stood at the edge of the bridge and with her elbows on the bars she looked down where a river of water traveled. "Is everything supposed to be this hard?" she asked herself. Waiting. Waiting. She listened for an answer. But there was no response whatsoever from anyone. Anyone who happen to be passing by. Jackie looked behind her and then from her left to right. There was no one. She sighed and began to look at the river below once again. Her life had been a rough road so far. '_Where is the light at the end of the tunnel? I feel like I've been looking forever_.' she thought. Jackie wished she had something here right now. Going with the imaginary route when no one came to her side, Jackie proceeded as if she was talking to somebody. "Maybe...Maybe winning this fight will be my light at the end of the tunnel." she said out loud rolling her eyes in the process. Jackie had to be realistic. It was no use going with a childish mentality that everything will go in her favor. The fight was coming and already she was feeling some doubts. "I need help getting rid of this weakness, this nervousness, this anxiety. That's something no training can do." she whispered and rubbed her hands together. The sky had begun to turn dark but rays of light from the sun began to go away and it was getting cold now. One by one, the moody clouds took over and the yellow strands began to disappear. As she saw the beautiful sky above, Jackie's eyes began to well up and a tear ran down her face. If no one was going to answer her questions, she was going to have to be the one to answer them on her own. It seemed ridiculous but she felt a surge of frustration that she had to let out. Talking to herself seemed to be the only way. "The fact that you're feeling such worry and frustration means you're about to give up." "That might be one reason. I'm not ruling it out." Jackie answered. "You have some affinity for hard work though…" "Meaning?" "You haven't given up. When nothing was brought to you, you still walked on. Most people wouldn't even keep on going." Jackie mumbled. "I came a long way, true. But so far, I'm still in a phase in my life where I should have been happy. I should have been happy a long time ago." "But you're not…" Jackie shook her head. "Remember: things have to get better when they can't get any worse. You can't stop. You've gotten to a point now and it was better than the last one." "But I don't know. I grew up around such a terrible place and I defended myself the only way I knew how. Survival instincts, whatever you want to call them kicked in. I could have been a terrible person just like Tommy Gunn. But I didn't. How is that possible?" "Maybe it's your heart, something like that. It's beating. It beats like no one else's. The fact that it is means your spirit is unlike anyone else's. If it was like an ordinary person's, my spirit or whatever would have turned out to be like Clubber Lang or Tommy even. My spirit is unbreakable. Does that mean I can win?" Jackie had walked throughout her unusual conversation and eventually ended up at the base of the street where the bridge entrance was. The boulevard in front of her was void of people or traffic. Instead of focusing on the empty street, Jackie looked at the small glimmer of light above. She knew it was the sun going away but she didn't want it to go away. The dark sky would have taken over. She looked desperate now. Jackie loved that glimmer of light. It seemed rather absurd but to her it meant peace and warmth. "Just. Is there a sign out there? Don't go away. If you go away…I don't know if I could do this…" she then began to cry. It was no use fighting against nature. Jackie thought as the final light went away. Wiping away the tears, she shook her head as she realized that she was crying over a stupid thing now. She began to feel sleepy and decided to go back to Rocky's but not before saying to the invisible passerby. "Thanks for listening…" Jackie turned around and walked away. She was unaware that a cloud passed by sluggishly and a glimmer of light reappeared. * * * One flickering light glowed in what used to be a dilapidated building, Mickey's Gym that was now Rocky's. Standing in the middle of a ring, Rocky looked around the room as he was contemplating. It was the very place where he could get some answers to questions that were mind-boggling to him. He had an hour to spare before he went home to sleep. "I like to think I did my best, I think." He mumbled. Rocky sighed and leaned on one of the corners in the ring. "Mickey. Apollo. Where you at right now?" Rocky asked looking at the ceiling. He had no idea why he was getting so apprehensive. It was getting to the point where he had to ask the powers that be for advice. "We live in reality Rocko. I don't think they can hear you from so far away." Paulie said as he sluggishly went into the ring, joining his friend. Rocky nodded and realized it was foolish asking for help from the beyond. "I know." he sighed. "You keep thinking negatively, you'll go old quicker than I'm starting to be." Paulie pointed out. "It's just maybe it ain't bad to be have faith from something or something..," Rocky wasn't sure of the word. "Up there, you know?" he pointed upwards with his finger. "We had only one miracle happen, Rocko. Jackie's alive again and I don't think another miracle will happen again if that's what you're asking for." Paulie said and stuffed his stogie and his mouth. "I ain't asking for a miracle, Paulie. I just.." Rocky had to stop for a moment and consider whether or not he should tell Paulie about the vision he had of Apollo. Instead, he gave the reason why he was alone asking for help from the beyond. "I need to be sure we're going to be OK." "Oh alright then, I'm sure you'll get your answer soon then." Paulie said as he threw his cigar away. "Come on, Adrian's worried sick." "Yeah. Hey uh...is the crowd-" "Yeah, yeah they're gone." Paulie shrugged. "Great. Last thing I want is for the fans to form more walls by our house. They need sleep." "Also asking questions, too." Paulie gave out. Together, both Rocky and Paulie left the gym alone. * * * "You know I want to give Rock the answer." Apollo spoke to Mickey standing next to him looking on as Rocky and Paulie left the building. "Well you can't tell 'im if you don't know the answer, kid." Mickey grumbled. "Then do you?" Apollo pointed out. Mickey was silent and wasn't sure how to answer his partner. Instead he looked away and looked at the sky. He finally gave an answer as he saw a ray of light ahead. "You know that 'hope' thing? That feeling you get that ya gonna win but you don't know how you know?" Mickey asked. "Sort of." Apollo sighed. "That's what Rocky needs. That's what that there girl needs as well." "But I'm asking you whether he's gonna win or not. I can't bear seeing him like that. You can't bear it either. Give them a sign or something." Apollo said desperately. "I just did kid." Mickey patted him with a smile. "I just did." 16. Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Rocky's POV: Rocky's stern expression never wavered. Hiding behind the curtains to the entrance where Jackie was to make her presence shown, Rocky took a quick peek at the enormous crowd of people in the arena. Because of the controversy as well as the popularity of the fight, people who were unfortunate to be seated where standing by the stairs leading to the rows of seats. Some were standing at the boundary where the ring stood in the middle. Rocky never took heed nor notice of the crowd of people seeing his fights back then. He never felt any pressure. He almost did when he took Tommy Gunn under his tutelage. '_With Tommy, I looked around in the ring that one time he fought and…I realized how I should have been scared at the people all around.' _Rocky felt nervous and worried for Jackie now. '_I want to be a great trainer like Mickey and Apollo were. But if I'm worried, how can feeling like that help?' _Rocky thought. He sighed and contemplated what he saw. Rocky never saw this many people in his whole life and he didn't expect it to be go from a news media to beyond a news media. Because he felt a bit anxious, Rocky made himself feel worse by pretending to be in Jackie's position. 'Would I have a chance against winning the crowd and winning the fight?' he asked himself and then walked away and went into the hall. Rocky shook his head and realized he couldn't concentrate. He was too busy listening on the speakers hanging in the walls telling the details of the upcoming match happening in an hour. "…apparently the whole city of Philadelphia seems to be all over the place right now. I can see all around people with banners suggesting their support for the underdog and get this, _female _boxer Jackie Rambolina, who has the weight on the city on her shoulders." "I can see that Larry, and almost every commentator from the country and even from _other _countries is joining the frenzy as well." "This fight is big. It's huge!" "It is beyond huge, Harry. Today may be the day that a city will be free or handed over on a silver platter." "Larry, I'm also thinking how interesting it's going to be for a woman like Jackie Rambolina going against someone who is twice her size and with twice her strength." "Today is the day, ladies and gentlemen were it all goes down. All eyes are on Philadelphia now. Whatever the outcome, it will go down in history regardless." Rocky looked away from the speaker box on the wall and looked toward the hall ahead of him. He eagerly went toward it. * * * Jackie's POV: Opening her eyes, her mind was all over the place. Thinking was no longer a constant. It was beyond a habit. Thinking was indestructible. Her body tightened and hardened itself to prepare for what was about to happen. Jackie knew about pain hence, it was nothing new to her. In the stadium, Jackie tried her hardest not to think about anything that can be used as weakness. She tried hard not to be pessimistic. It was difficult for Jackie not to think about what was at stake. Jackie tried her hardest not to go into a lucid state as well. Going out like a zombie was not a good way to go down. "_Do not think about the past….Focus on the event. Focus in the fight. Focus…on him._" she told herself repeatedly. She let go of her past. She let go of her mistakes. Her recent actions had led her to one place and one place only. In the stadium, soft cries from the crowd awaiting the much anticipated fight in the history of Boxing. A woman versus a man. Jackie was also one who thought the concept was an appalling one. She was also someone that a man versus a woman would never happen. She thought about it a long time ago. Looking back, she remembered a scene with her father when she was seven. _In an old-fashioned gym, a young child with her hair in a pigtail was busy moving around purposefully in the middle of the gym running around an older figure. Her father, a man of wild bushy hair and face like a lion held up his gloves as he blocked his daughter's blows. The blows were fast and almost accurate and the man had the urge to give a smile at his daughter's progress._ _"Good! Good! That was good!" he patted her in her cheek as he took off his glove. They both sat on the mat, each drinking a Coca-Cola bottle. _ _The young Jackie looked at his father with eager glee. "Really? You think I could be one of those fighters like on TV? Like Rocky Marciano?" she asked excitedly. _ _"Of course you can sweetheart. You can do anything you set your mind to." the man replied. _ _"But do you really think they'll ever let girls fight?" _ _"Anyone can fight." _ _"Even that man who keeps following you?" _ _The man closed his eyes in anguish and reluctance. He nodded. "Even that man honey." he said a bit sadly. _ _"Why don't you fight him, daddy?" she asked him softly. _ _"You know why, sweetie." _ _Young Jackie looked uncertain for a second before he caught the glimmer in her dad's eye. "Fight when it's right?" _ _"Exactly." the man pointed. _ It didn't take her long to figure out that the man that followed her dad had killed him for not paying back a certain loan. "_All for money._" she answered. Jackie remembered when her father was taken down but she chose to erase that thought out of her mind completely. But one thing didn't change. It was money that was the root of all evil. Like the very evil that was plaguing the city of Philadelphia right this very moment. She wished she could confront the man that killed her father. _'Maybe in a way I can._' she thought. The man who had killed her father was gone. But Jackie can make him reappear in her thoughts. She can even put his projection on another man's face. George Washington Duke. He was a representative of what money did to people. "_Duke may not have killed my father but I can pretend he could. Tommy Gunn will be the byproduct of that monster._" she thought. Jackie could not yet forget how Tommy had managed to put her in jail. But only because he feigned weakness. For a time, because Tommy held his power back, Jackie became worried that she hadn't begun to face Tommy yet despite her fighting him in that alleyway. '_He could still be stronger and faster than I am.' _Nervousness had taken hold of her that quickly. But she realized that she had something Tommy didn't have. _'People that cared.' _She used that very concept to sharpen her mentality and helped give her a hard look when necessary. Today having hardness was a necessity. Anger flooded her entire body now. All the hate and all the loathing for such a man made her that much stronger. It was time a point was made. A point that even a female contender can save a city. That particular statement was also pointed out in a billboard outside. She had to agree with those words strongly. For that she rose up from her table and prepared to walk out of the resting room. "Duke, you think you know suffering? You haven't even begun..." she growled. The door to the ready room had opened and in walked a stout, muscular figure with a lop-sided grin. "Ready?" Rocky said. "You didn't even have to ask." * * * Drago's POV: _"I'm doing the right thing and it feels...different." _Drago told himself this as he was debating of what kind of person he was becoming. '_Having emotions is difficult.'_ He had finally realized what it was like to be someone who cared. To really care. He thought of Jackie now and how she had told him her upbringing and how so similar her background was to his. It surprised him greatly. Throughout her training, he had taken the time to get to know her. The interaction was very informative. Drago thought her personality along with her strength was impressive. He was thinking back two weeks ago when he had engaged in an interesting conversation with her. _Ivan stood in a stiff, defensive position. His hands were out in front of him as Jackie punched him in the chest and in the abdomen repeatedly. Her gloves connected with his body like small blanks. They were that hard. The reason he was being inflicted pain was an obvious one. To see how much pain she was capable of giving an opponent. _ _"Good practice today." he had said in a thick Russian accent._ _"Thanks." Jackie said out of breath. _ _"You should go home take a rest." Rocky said. _ _Jackie smiled. Drago could tell that because Rocky mentioned 'home', it meant she was not alone anymore and that moved Ivan greatly. He fought the urge to smile. Rocky gave a solemn smile and a shrug that suggested a wave of goodbye to him. Ivan had nodded back in understanding. _ _"May I ask you a question?" Ivan spoke to her as she was packing up. _ _Jackie looked up and waited for what he had to say. _ _"What was it like for you to want to make you push as hard you possibly could?" _ _Jackie looked away. Apparently the topic was a sad one for her to administer. "I'm not sure if I should talk about it." she said and went back to packing her things. _ _"I know Rocky told you to trust me but you don't do you?" he said sadly. _ _Jackie remained silent before she managed to say with difficulty. "I know about the whole Apollo thing." _ _"I can only apologize so many times." he said. _ _"I don't blame you. You come from another country. Hence, people will underestimate someone foreign." _ _"Those people outside should underestimate you." Drago had said. _ _"But they don't. They have never heard of me until half a year ago." _ _"I know you're not Rocky but for some reason, I can feel a quality of him in you." He said looking down as if the words were difficult for him to say. _ _"Thanks I guess."_ _"Someone once said if you only hold anger in from different times in your life and you haven't acted with it before, that amount of anger will make you unstoppable." Drago started. "Maybe, right now you can use it." He said carefully. _ _Jackie didn't respond to that and merely thought about it._ Ivan stopped thinking and looked at Rocky walking down the hall. He had stopped right in front of him and gave Ivan a nod that meant 'it was on." * * * Walking down to the arena, Jackie blocked out whatever the crowd threw at her. Be it jabs, boos or cheers, she didn't know what they were yelling about. She could only smiled at the crowd in encouragement but thought nothing of it. Her personality had to be shown regardless of what she felt or didn't feel. Batting her eyes would not signify a strong individual instead she gave a bright expression that indicated she was happy to be in such a place. She had to remained focus. Distractions were never helpful. In the arena, the ring lay there bright and big. To enter it, was going to be something unique and overwhelming. This was the first time Jackie was stepping into an actual ring with actual spectators. 'There's like a million people here!' she gasped. Slightly trembling, Jackie tried to stop it and go into the ring without any hesitation. Nothing more needed to be explained. It was time. After the announcer named Michael Buffer said an interesting catchphrase, it took a full three minutes for the crowd to stop shouting and clapping. Looking behind her, outside the ring, she saw Rocky, Paulie, Drago and young Robert looking up at her giving her their own signs of approval and appraise. Jackie's POV: Thinking back to when both she and Rocky were in the locker room, Jackie was reminded of something inspiring Rocky had said to her. _"I think I gave you all the advice I can give…" Rocky said as he walked around the room rubbing his temples. He sighed and realized what he went through himself to be put in this situation. Jackie was not only fighting for respect in general, but she was also fighting for freedom. _ _He looked at Jackie who looked down seemingly in a daze. _ _"When I was out there for the first time…" Rocky started. "I realized this was going to be something special. A ring, big like that, the chances were I wasn't going to stand on it again."_ _"I know exactly what you're thinking." Rocky continued. "That you're not going to win." _ _Jackie looked at him in surprise._ _"Maybe it's not about beating him to get you and the city free, maybe it's getting back up as fast you can." Rocky said and knelt down where she could see him at level._ _"When you get knocked down so many times, that pain you might feel, you have to endure it as best you can. Just focus on getting back up again and again and again…"_ _"It's the only way to win." He finished._ _Jackie smiled as she realized and thought to her amazement why she never considered that option before._ Inside the ring, it was too late to calculate her options. "I want to do this. I need to do this. I'm going to do this." She recited. "Remember she's already down. This is just a big show for everybody. Make them see why they should underestimate me! Only me!" Duke who was standing below the ring cried out. Jackie rolled her eyes at Duke's ranting and went back to concentrating to who she was facing. She saw Tommy Gunn with an intimidating pose in the opposite corner of the ring. He seemed more than willing to knock her down. His steely eyes penetrated her own and not wanting to be taken aback, Jackie gave an angry look herself. After the referee gave the rules and protocols about the match, he got down off the ring and prepared to hit the bell. The announcers were still explaining their excitements about the fight about to happen in a matter of seconds. The bell then rang and with her fists guarding her face, Jackie stepped toe-to-toe with Tommy Gunn. At this point, it was all on her own. Tommy's fist met Jackie's right forearm while she launched a hit to his face which was unfortunately blocked by his own forearm. The next thing Jackie knew she was blinded by overbearing pain to the left side of her face and fell to the ground. She had a few seconds to consider whether or not she was going to get back up again. 17. Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Discontent was almost impossible to bear but even more impossible when the very idea that such foreboding might never end. At least that was what Ivan thought when he saw Jackie getting a vicious hit from the seemingly unstoppable brute, Tommy Gunn. Despite the fact that he was still new in this country, Ivan Drago could ironically see how the people in America were no different from that of his native Russia. _'When it comes to tough times, even people here cling to hope against despair..._' Ivan thought. All around him people were yelling, cheering, and shouting all at once that it was entirely incoherent for Drago to make out. What Drago wanted to hear, if they really wanted Jackie to win, was to say _'we have faith in you._' Instead cries from the audience consisted of '_you monster! how dare you hit a woman! you think you're a real man, now?_' Over on the other side of ring, Drago could see George Washington Duke rubbing his fingers and nodding, apparently showing his satisfaction at what just occurred. His distaste for the man immediately elevated. '_How dare he take pleasure in a woman being beaten..._' Ivan wished that Duke could understand how very mistaken was he. "He doesn't know..." he said out loud. 'He doesn't know how strong she has become..." Smirking, Ivan crossed his arms to his broad chest looking completely satisfied. Although completely and entirely invisible, Apollo and Mickey materialized right next to Rocky, who was outside of the ring. They looked at him with eager concern as he crossed his arms to his chest apparently looking apprehensive to the last degree. Apollo looked stunned to find out that Ivan was also there, right next to Rocky, motioning for Jackie to get up and continue. However, Apollo began to get focused on the fight but he took a moment to see his friend and he could tell that Rocky wanted to be inside the ring and help Jackie. But at the same time, Apollo could feel that Rocky understood the simple concept. The concept that the torch needs to be carried down. The mantle has to keep going. The legacy has to continue. As much as it pained Rocky to realize that, he had come to accept it. "She's gonna make it Rock." Apollo nodded as he looked at the ring as well. He had seen what Jackie's will and determination had led her to. '_Fighting for liberty and opportunity.'_ However, the scenery got bad when Tommy Gunn, gave Jackie a hit to her head, the hit was enough to incapacitate even a male fighter. Apollo saw how upset Rocky got. Below the platform, Rocky pounded his fists and shouted desperately to Jackie. "Jackie! Jackie!" he cried out. Apollo thought the crowd was equally desperate as well as they bellowed out their cries of disapproval. He looked at Mickey for words of advice or even words of encouragement. All he could was give a simple nod. But to Apollo, a nod didn't seem enough. A contemplating Apollo looked down and closed his eyes trying to make sense of everything and tried his hardest of what to do, but of course, nothing logical came to mind. Two ghosts that only helped out once. Apollo wished that he could help once again. Shaking his head, Mickey finally spoke up. "Man, even I hate seeing stuff like this. I understand what you're feeling, Creed." "Really?" Apollo asked skeptically. "Right now, things are moving but you wished you could be the one controlling the dice if you know what I'm sayin'." "I guess so. But she's gotta get up. She's got to keep fighting…" Apollo wanted more than anything to see Jackie prevail and also see his friend Rocky content. Reason being, rocky finally learned what it was like to be the ultimate warrior. Apollo understood in a way what Rocky told him not too long ago: "_Without some damn war to fight, then the warrior may as well be dead, Stallion!" _he cried out. '_Cause we sure as hell can't be born again!_" Rocky spoke up at the time. "_I know we can't be born again. But look at that…"_ Rocky motioned to the television screen where Rocky and Apollo, both in their primes were going at it. "_I know you don't want to believe this but that ain't us anymore Apollo, we can't do that the way we did it before. We're changing. It's like we're turning into regular people!"_ It had been quite a while when Rocky had said that to him. He didn't want to believe it. Apollo had assumed that he was just as strong as he was when he had been younger. But of course, it ended in a premature demise at the hands of Ivan Drago. But Apollo understood now. He realized right now, that the torch had to be passed to the next one worthy. "We can't interfere in this one, Creed. We have to watch the darn thing play itself out. We ain't some cheap cheaters." "So we're just two mere spectators then?" Apollo asked incredulously. "Yep." Mickey nodded. Jackie was in a crouched position and looked completely dazed. The fact that a man had brought a fighter down, especially one that was a woman, was already getting everybody riled up. She felt pain on the side of chin which spread out down to her chin. '_That was a hell of a wake-up call..._' she muttered. "Jackie, come on! Get up!" Rocky said as he smacked the canvas in emphasis. "6!" the referee's voice bellowed out. Jackie finally opened her eyes and despite the searing pain coming from her skull, she finally became self-aware of herself. She felt she had woken up and her system was a bit off balance. Judging by what the referee just said, it had been six seconds when she experienced a mellow blackout. The crowd of people all around the immense stadium were standing with anxious expressions on their faces. The figure on the ground could tell by the loud volume of cries echoing down to the ring. Breathing heavily, she used ropes to get herself back up. Looking above, the headlights from the stadium's ceiling was shining brightly down with intensity. "8!" the referee bellowed. Jackie considered the hit a wake-up call but not only that, she knew how it felt to get hit with brute force. What was amazing was that she recovered. '_I'm about to get a million more of that though. Let's hope I can keep going!_' she thought. She finally stood up and she could get a glimpse of Tommy Gunn looking astounded. The crowd nevertheless cheered for Jackie's determination. Excitement had filled the arena once again. The referee came over to her and demanded she at least sit down and whether she wanted to continue the fight. Several posters met her eyes such as 'Girls can hit just as hard as boys!' 'Equality exists in rings too!' but the one that caught her eye was a poster that read 'Fight when it's right!' '_It couldn't be just a coincidence!'_ Jackie thought. But one thing was certain, her pain went away. Looking back at Tommy, now more than ever, she wanted to show him what she was made of. "_He's going to pay for that hit_!" And so she shook her head desperately and because she did, she heard Rocky cheering louder than the crowd did. The second round had started with the ringing of the bell. Jackie slowly circled around the ring and Tommy did the same. Both wanted to know how to hit the other. It was all about who could do the most damage. Jackie was the one in particular, who really wanted to cause so much damage. She could tell that Tommy thought she might be easy. _'He's very mistaken._' she thought. The opportunity arose when Tommy came forward and came at her with a quick jab, which Jackie blocked with her right gloved fist. Tommy proceeded with quick punches that Jackie blocked and missed entirely. _'He's clumsy...He relies on brute strength..._' Jackie realized. She was soon back into a corner where Tommy pummelled her. Jackie put her fists up to block the overwhelming attack but the force behind those punches was almost unbearable. The crowd booed and Jackie could hear Duke practically cackling. It was so disgusting. "Don't go down, Jackie! Don't go down!" Rocky cried out in spite of the loud booming voices coming from the crowd and from one of the announcers. "She's just getting ambushed right here, Harry, it's insane!" "Break it up! Break it up!" the referee came and broke it off as quickly as possible. Jackie felt at ease once Gunn was away from her. Tommy was at the opposite corner now. Jackie needed to restrategize. A trickle of blood came from her which she wiped away so that the crowd nor Rocky would see her in a fragile state. She was done being the punching bag, she had to fight back with fire of her own. The round recommenced and Jackie circled once again around the ring, with Tommy doing the same. Tommy came in with his fists coming at her. Jackie angry for being caught off guard the first time, took the opportunity to use her plan. She had been upset now that Tommy was coming at her the same way he had done by pushing her into a corner. '_Not this time..._' she thought and blocked his attacks. A punch was aimed to her head which she had ducked. Getting up, she dodged and evaded his incoming attacks. She swerved and even spun which received a lot 'wows' from the audience. A defining moment came as soon as Tommy tried to land another hard punch, Jackie had ducked once more being as fast as she was, and thus succeeded in landing a strong cross punch to his face. The force of it had knocked the sweat off his face. The crowd cheered louder than ever. Excitement had filled the arena as well as Rocky when he nodded in satisfaction. "Yes! Yes!" Rocky bellowed. Ivan did the same by clapping his hands. Tommy staggered by the force of that hit. Jackie took the opportunity to come at him with her own volley of punches. He looked so dumbfounded, it was so comical. It had been a full second that Tommy realized he had been hit and never knew that he was being hit now. Jackie could see the confusion in his eyes, it was why she took immediate advantage. Jackie warmed up Tommy's ribs with fast punches and even managed to land another hit to Tommy's face. Enraged, Tommy however, took control of the situation once again by getting out of the corner he was in, and shoved Jackie into it. She was now the one getting hit again. Rocky tilted his head away in frustration as he saw how the tables had turned again dramatically. He looked back and motivated her to go on. "No pain, Jackie, No pain!" Jackie, who had her elbows and fists locked up, blocking Tommy's fists from hitting her face, finally let her plan unfold. Tommy had been getting sloppy, each time he had to throw a punch, he took the time to send his elbow back and then hit, elbow and then hit, the process was time consuming and Jackie was surprised Tommy hadn't figure it out. It was a weakness he couldn't afford to have. As soon as Tommy put his elbow before he ever hit Jackie, she already landed a quick to his chin. He immediately stumbled and Jackie threw in several fast jabs to his face and gut. His face seemed reconfigured badly now and she thought she had dislocated Tommy's jaw. She could feel that the punch she gave was hard enough to put an everlasting dent on a punching bag. As soon as Tommy inched away from her in the corner, Jackie got out of it and circled around the ring where she could see that a trickle of blood was pouring out of his mouth. It was a gruesome scene. Tommy was gritting his bloody teeth with furious anger. He was literally seething. Tommy came at her like a bull on fire and tackled her to the ground. The force of his entire body knocked the wind out of Jackie. Pandemonium ensued in a fraction of a second. Tommy's trainers, Rocky, Drago, Paulie and the referee as well as other officials broke off the scuffle. The ringing of the bell sounded off repeatedly as a warning of a potential disqualification if the unnecessary rough action continued. Jackie felt like being manhandled in a sense. Throughout her life, Jackie was a tomboy. And because she was, she could stand up and hold her own against an average person, let alone an average male. But Tommy was superior in strength and what had just occurred was certainly proof of that. She only had a minimum time to cover her face from being hit. Finally she was able to stand up as several people picked Tommy Gunn off of her. She lay out spread out with her arms opened wide. Jackie could taste blood coming out of her mouth now. Frustrated, she turned herself over and caught a glimpse of Duke outside the ring giving her a 'ha ha' look. She gave him a steely look. "Talk about a cheap shot! Gunn has 'speared' Jackie Rambolina to the ground and now he's trying to make Jackie a victim here, Larry." "The crowd is outraged that Tommy Gunn, the former heavyweight champion taking such a low, low…low measure just to win the fight." "I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't any more Gunn supporters." Harry stated. "I'm thinking 'ziltch' as well." Larry suggested. In a way, the round had been over and after the referee gave a firm warning to Tommy Gunn which lasted a full minute. The whole fight decided to keep going. Jackie has since told the referee that she was fine and she was still in fighting shape. While it was bothering to be checked like a hospitalized little girl, Jackie just wanted to get the fight over with. All Jackie needed to hear was the ringing of the bell. The third round was about to begin and already Jackie was feeling a bit exhausted. But for the first time, ever since she saw Duke's hideous smile a minute ago, she wanted to win desperately. The bell rang and again Tommy tried to go on a tackling position but stopped right in front of her and gave Jackie the usual volley of punches and jabs. Jackie ducked and evaded the blows as best she could, she even managed to slip in some hits of her own. Right now, she focused on all her energy in taking Tommy Gunn down. She ignored the crowds and the announcers. Bottom line: it all came down to durability. In other words, which one would last throughout the entire ordeal. Using methods that were similar to martial arts, Jackie had no trouble keeping up with the blocking and evading. She was faster than Gunn and she set out to prove it. Already the announcers were loudly stating their opinions of Jackie and it was all good to her. "The whole crowd is going insane and I have to say I can't blame them Larry for the fact that Jackie seems to be holding her own as well as trying to take a man like Tommy Gunn down!" "She could go all the way or she could go the other way which even I don't want to have happen." Jackie was trained in the boxing way for a long time. She was built to a stronger point and for that reason alone, she delivered the crux of the plan and it was all in her right fist. To her it was considered to be a coup de grace. As soon as she saw an opening, she went for it. Her fist had landed on Tommy's left side of his left shoulder. It had him stumbling now 'His deltoid has to be messed up now." Jackie thought. "Shake it off! Just shake it off and finish her so I can have everything!" Duke yelled from below the ring. Obeying, Tommy shook his arm off and as soon as he was alright again. He went up to Jackie again. The fact that he had stopped to shake off whatever effect his arm was feeling was the wrong thing for him to do. Jackie took the chance and as if she were in a street fight. She gave a rock solid punch to Gunn's face with her left and right fist. A deadly combination. Tommy was bleeding now. But he still didn't fall down which aggravated Jackie even more. '_He has to go down…_' Her blows were not hard enough to knock Tommy down. Instead, he stumbled backwards. He wiped the blood coming out of his nose now. He was astounded that he had bled. He looked murderous. "You're going down, b-" But his words were cut off as Jackie proceeded once again to pummel Tommy to the ground with her own sets of punches. This time the bell rang just for her and the referee told her to calm down and she settled back into the corner where Drago, Paulie and Rocky attended to her. She was supplied with water and her teeth guard were being replaced. "Hey, you doing great…" Paulie patted her on the shoulder gently. "I know. I know, you do better yourself sometimes." she managed to say weakly. Paulie scratched his head and looked as if he had a feeling of Deja Vu. Jackie was indeed getting very tired. She felt as if she were passing out. Breathing in and out, she was drained and felt a bit confused now. Below the ring, Mickey and Apollo were looking at Jackie with close inspection. Jackie looked away from Rocky, Drago, and Paulie for a moment. Jackie began to give a warm expression as she stared off at the outside of the ring. Apollo blinked as he tried to understand what Jackie was seeing. He looked behind him then back to her. "Wait...is she?" Apollo began. "Yeah..." Mickey nodded smiling. "She can see us?" "Yep." "How?" "Well, let's just say she still got more people to support her, kid." The crowd cheered higher than usual almost as if they had been looked at by Jackie Rambolina. 18. Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Apollo and Mickey stood right next to Rocky once more. Rocky had been gripping the mattress portion of the ring, he looked as if he would tear it off. Apollo could not believe that his friend was that nervous and rightfully so. All of it was up to the girl trying to take down a man twice her weight and size. Everything Rocky felt was unbearable. Trying to hold onto something that he can't have any control over. Rocky wished he could turn the tide of the fight to his favor. Apollo went up to Rocky with tears in his eyes as soon as his friend had calmed down. Despite him not being able to see or hear him, Rocky looked a bit calmer. Apollo then spoke. "Stallion, you don't give up hope you hear? You don't give up hope…" Apollo looked back at Mickey for reassurance and all he did was give Apollo a simple nod. "Otherwise she wouldn't have gotten this far. You hold on. Tell her she needs to hold on…" he insisted. "But first you need to concentrate and not lose your mind. If she sees you break, _you _break. It's all about that extra mile." "I have to tell her…" Rocky muttered and went off as soon as the bell was over. Apollo looked a bit surprised. Pain was one thing. Suffering was another. Jackie was sick and tired of it. After seeing Apollo and some other guy in the stands, Jackie thought she might have been hallucinating. '_Maybe I've been hit too much._' Several bruises were shown on her face. Realization started to set in. '_That's the problem. I've been getting hit throughout all my life…_' she thought. Jackie didn't know what to do and looked at Rocky, whom had given her a bottle of water to reload. He began to talk fast before the bell sounded and the match continued. "There's still some hope left!" An unresponsive Jackie looked at him trying to understand how. All she could do was pant, sweat and bleed. "There's some hope left…" he repeated looking sympathetic. She nodded with what Rocky said to her. It made sense. "I've come this far…I've come this far.' she repeated to herself in her mind. Remembering thinking she saw Apollo made her realize that hope in general, had not died. She looked at Tommy, who looked at her determined to pummel her to the ground. She saw that he was angry. Jackie now reached a new level of anger. "I'm taking this guy down…" she stated. Rocky nodded. "Do what you got to do." The bell rung and the match resumed. The loud audience added more tension and excitement. The final round was coming up but that didn't mean that Jackie was going down. She treated each round as if it were final round. In her mind, she was amazed how she lasted so long. '_Story of my life_…' she thought. She barely blocked Tommy's brutal punch with both gloves raised. "Incredible evasive technique by Jackie Rambolina!" the delirious announcer Harry exclaimed. "This is close to the final round, Harry. The crowd graduated from going nuts to going crazy." Larry stated. Tired was something she could not afford to be and that was what Jackie was close to being at the moment. Sweat poured down to her eyes making them sting. The stinging effect was uncalled for and to Jackie, it was a distraction. A few hits had been issued to her face and body. Her counter punches had been evaded and blocked. The crowd murmured their disappointment now. Jackie had run herself to exhaustion and soon everybody would notice it. "It seems Jackie's power is winding down folks. This cannot be!" Harry stated to the microphone. '_I need a break!'_ she thought frantically. It seemed as if she lost all control now. She couldn't tell her body to do this. She couldn't tell her body to do that. Eventually she was knocked to the ground by a punch that was hard to put a dent on a car, knocking her out almost cold. The crowd voiced their frustration and anger. Jackie could still hear it despite feeling down and out. The referee began counting until six now. Duke was already jumping up and down with joy as was shown on his face. "Yes! Yes! Yes! that's what I'm talking about!" he then turned back at the booing spectators. "I told y'all I was gonna win!" Tommy taunted Jackie and demanded she get up now. Jackie used the ropes to try and pick herself up as fast as she could before the referee reached '10'. Getting up, she had wrapped her arms around the ropes aligning as the barrier of the ring and hoisted herself upward. The audience clapped at her incredible revival. The fight was about to continue. "Oh come on!" a frustrated Duke responded amidst the crowd of cheering spectators. He was enraged that she had not been defeated. "To say that Jackie Rambolina has more lives than a cat is an understatement, here. Larry!" the announcer spoke to the camera. "Hey dingus! She's got more balls than you put together!" Paulie pointed out from ahead. Her anger and concentration returned and now she was fighting ferociously. As if a cheetah attacked a gazelle, Jackie went at Tommy as fast as she could. Tommy eventually fought back with his hard-hitting punches which made her stagger back. She had an opening which was more of an opportunity, That opportunity lasted a second and she took it. Jackie had hit Tommy upward in the chin making fall back. He was rubbing his jaw and shook it. The referee came to his side and demanded what was wrong. A jab was issued to her gut making her stumble and it was that very hit that caused her to lose focus at the right time. The bell had rung. Immediately she ran back to her corner where Rocky and Paulie were waiting to tend to her. Struggling in pain, Jackie told them what's happened. "I think he damaged something vital." "You gonna be alright?" Paulie asked. "I almost can't breathe." Jackie panted. "If you did not tighten your core when he hit you, it would have been a lot worse." Drago stated. "So does that mean she's lucky to be alive?" Paulie asked Drago. Drago just looked at Paulie with an annoyed expression. Rocky nevertheless came up with one more piece of advice. "Jackie…there's one more round left. I know you're hurt but I promise you and this is something I know firsthand…" Jackie listened intently. "When you're through that final round of pain, it stops. It stops." Rocky nodded at the last part. Jackie nodded. She really believe that and yes, she took what she could get. Every time Rocky said something inspirational, it was like a burst of strength. Her adrenaline would spike up in a good way. She wished the broadcasters below the ring would be more encouraging. '_Thank you for that one._' she thought. Her pain in her core was an unbearable one but since this was the last one, Jackie was going to go at Tommy with everything she had left. "Larry, this is it. This is the moment. The final round. The one everyone in the city of Philadelphia is waiting for…" the broadcaster Harry stated. "Harry, the momentum is building up, it's skyrocketing. The whole stadium is in a delirium. The excitement is in the air like static electricity." "This is what is coming down to. If Jackie wins, the city of Philadelphia will be left alone, if Tommy wins, Duke gets it." "Oh man, Harry. My pulse is quickening over this." One could tell that everyone in the stadium was holding their breaths in. They were waiting for the outcome with great anticipation. The bell was about to ring and thus, would begin the final round. Rocky crossed his arms and looked content all of a sudden as he saw Rocky with her hands, ready to fight Tommy for what could be the last time. Behind him, Rocky saw the audience chanting someone's name. Two syllables. Rocky assumed it was his own name. But as he listened carefully, he figured out it was someone else's name. Not his. It was Jackie. There was no one else in the arena that the audience was going for. It was all for Jackie. "Jackie! Jackie! Jackie!" the crowd chanted as well as clapping. George Washington Duke folded his arms to his chest and merely rolled his eyes at the crowd, trying hard not to pay any attention to them. _'I know I'm gonna win. The crowd ain't gonna do squat to help her...' _he thought. The crowd would not stop saying Jackie's name and it was getting to him now. Finally he had enough, Duke turned to Tommy and yelled. "You better win this boy! Do you know what I would do to you, if you lose?" A perplexed Tommy looked back at Duke and wondered why he had always been hard on him. Looking back at Jackie along with Rocky, Drago and Paulie at her side, he marveled as to how she had gotten this far. _'It was because of them...because of him._' he thought. Rocky never led him to rich and fame. It was the absence of wealth that made Tommy frustrated with Rocky. Now that he had such resources, Tommy felt it wasn't worth it anymore. Thinking back, he realized something Rocky had said when he had been his manager. _It had been before Tommy won the title. He and his girlfriend were in the car ready to head off to the stadium. Rocky had come up to talk to him before he left:_ _'Listen Tommy, we need to talk'._ _'Later Rock.'_ _No, no. listen Tommy. It's about Duke.'_ _'I'm 22 and 0. Where's the money? The way I was going. I wasn't going to get a shot of the title for a long time. I'm signing papers with the man tomorrow!'_ _'This is what Mick told me about. About the business, the dirty part of the business. These managers, when they represent these fighters, they promise them the world, then they, they suck' em dry, leave them, leave them in the gutter, broke Tommy!'_ _'This is what I'm talkin' about? You know Tommy? Duke. Duke, he's, he's like a vampire Tommy. He's living off of your blood Tommy.'_ _'I ain't you and you ain't Mick. When are you gonna realize that this is a business? In a business you need...'_ _'What? Brains? you say that I don't have any brains Tommy?'_ _ 'No. you said that, not me. Look, Rock. You took me as far as you could, but Duke gave my title shot, you didn't. If you still want to train me do it, but if you don't, don't. But it's my or it's the highway!'_ As soon as he stopped thinking about that incident, Tommy felt a wave of emotions weighing heavily on him. It had been sadness, regret, and sorrow. He began breathing heavily now. It was a revelation that was affecting him mentally and physically. He looked around at the arena where the audience continued to chant Jackie's name. No one had called out his name. Not one person. But at the same time, Tommy refused to believe that Jackie would win. He tried shaking off whatever doubts he had. The last thing he wanted was to get beaten by a girl twice. '_She's gonna hit the mat right now!'_ he thought. Growling like an angry lion and ready to attack, Tommy hopped up and down to amp himself. '_This is it, man. No turning back now…_' he told himself. Jackie felt very encouraged when she heard her name being called out by the crowd. It made her feel special. The thought that people thought of her as a beacon of hope, a force for good and a wondrous soul. As was read by one of the posters, it said. 'Wondrous Soul'. "Duke's not getting this city..." she whispered. With no more time to waste, the bell sounded and Jackie prepared for the last round of her life. No time to think anymore. The pair: Jackie and Tommy stared each other down. Both of them had waited a long time for the bell to ring an now both of them studied the other in an attempt at how he or she would pull off the first punch. It was nothing new. Jackie felt like another person. She fought a battle inside her at the same time she was fighting Tommy Gunn. '_I have to fight these fibers of doubt and despair. I have to hit them as hard as I can!_' she thought. Tommy came at her and sent out a punch to the side of her head, which she barely avoid. She hit back with a upper cut to Tommy's face. '_I have to fight to get rid of these past events that tried to hold me down...'_ she thought. Jackie yelled and drove herself and Tommy to the nearest corner, where with all her might hit Tommy in his core again and again. She tried hard not to get tired and relied on whatever energy reserves she had available. '_I have to fight to save a city that doesn't deserve to be driven down to the ground like I have..._' she thought. Gunn got out of the corner he was in and now began to fight ferociously but recklessly. He took Jackie's throat and dragged her back to the corner and now she was the one once again being pummeled. "Yes! Yes! Knock her down! Take her down!" Duke below bellowed out. Tommy stopped when the referee came and gave him a warning. He raised his arms in triumph to the crowd. The crowd immediately booed. Jackie held her core to stop the throbbing pain but raised her head upward to look at Tommy Gunn, who continued to be amazed at Jackie's persistence. "It ain't over until it's over..." she breathed out. The fight continued and Jackie had been met with a hit to his face which made her bleed from nose. Paying it no mind, she launched devastating right punches to Tommy's face as well as a left one that had Tommy bewildered and not knowing where he was. Jackie paid no mind to the audience on their feet as they cheered so loud that the stadium would come down. She continued to hit Tommy with everything she had. She had hit him in his sides and in his face once more. A now drained and bleeding Tommy attempted to hit Jackie but ducked underneath, stood up and launched another left hit to Tommy's face. Yelling now, she launched punishment after punishment. _'I want you to feel what I feel everyday, Gunn!_' she thought. "Don't you dare!" Duke pointed. "Don't you dare do this to me, boy!" The crowd once again cheered Jackie's name. "Jackie's ambushing Gunn like you wouldn't believe, Larry!" the broadcaster replied excitedly. "I think that may very well be what might happen here, Harry." his partner responded. The spirits of Apollo and Mickey now made themselves present beside Rocky and the rest and they looked on at Jackie's performance with promise. Apollo in particular, looked up at the dome where a ray of sunshine began to pour in. He looked back at Mickey, whom had placed his invisible hand on Rocky's shoulder, nodded back. Rocky looked up at the circular hole in the ceiling where he saw a small yellow ball that indicated it was the sun. '_Yo, hey, it's beautiful alright.._.' Rocky thought. "That's right kid…the dark is being kicked out on its ass." He told him. It was the winning punch that Jackie gave to Tommy that knocked him down the ground. The crowd graduated from cheering to screaming with joy. The force of that very punch also sent Jackie to the ground. Both of them laid on the mat. "Come on...Get up." Rocky whispered. "She has to..." Drago whispered as well. The referee counted as usual. Tommy sluggishly turned over but didn't find the strength to get up. Jackie on the ground breathed in and out and saw the sun. It was what put her in a kneeling position. She put her hands together and shook them. She then cried not in sadness but in happiness. The bell rung signaling that the fight was over. "Holy crap!" Paulie shouted with glee. Jackie had won. Getting up had been the hardest and painful. Jackie shook with excitement and also due to the catharsis. She felt something big and terrible had been over. It was done. A weight was lifted off her shoulders. Immediately she was bombarded with people who lifted her up in the air. Jackie looked down at the crowd while she raised her hands in victory. "What! No! This can't be! This can't be!" Duke repeated until he was met with a tomato thrown to his face. Laughter occurred all around. He was eventually knocked to the ground. Wiping the stains of tomato off his face, Duke eventually saw Gunn standing and looking down at him with no emotion. Duke raised a hand so that he could get up. Tommy simply scoffed and walked away leaving a disgraced Duke alone. In the ring, Rocky hugged a tearful Jackie who said to him. "You won!" "_You_ won, Jackie..." Rocky said. "You won at being the best trainer I ever had." she said. As he continued to embrace Jackie, Rocky thought he saw two other figures ahead. '_Could it be..._' And yes, yes it was. * * * Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry that this took so long. I've just been busy working and working on other stories. There's one or two chapters after this. I'll try and update as soon as I can. I also want to thank several reviewers.(you know who you are) for keeping up with this story. You guys are champs! Like I said, it's not over yet! End file.	Rocky, Drama	Fanfiction	null	190,803	11,347.1
null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1 Clubber Lang was beating off his muscular dick as ultimate training for the match of a lifetime, when Rocky Balboa burst through his front door wielding a petrified cat which was sharpened into a catblade. Rocky threw the cat through Lang's putrid heart, causing it to spew poison all over Rocky's bony face. Rocky drank this poison, laughed, then tore Lang's heart out just before it stopped beating and ate it. Lang ripped the cat out of his chest and crushed it into catpowder. He didn't need no "heart" weakshit to kick the fuck out of this flabby stromboli. Lang laughed maniacally as his fists became chainsaws which exploded in contact with Rocky's stupid eye. Rocky turned his fingers into suns and melted Lang's handsaws with them. Lang's rage became liquid nitrogen which put out Rocky's suns, turning his eyebrows into angry tigers made of swords, which flew off of his head and skewered Lang against the wall covered with centerfold pinups Lang fapped to because his heart was too toxic for anyone to love. "Real man" my cunt. Rocky took flight upon his dreams and went to Australia, where he beat up every kangaroo in the wild for no reason whatsoever. But a challenger arrived. From a spaceship shaped like a vile placenta came a very large hairy earwig named Plctttr, who had a huge umbilical cord slung over his shoulder ending with a scythe-like placenta. The Hemimeran master race had touched down after tens of thousands of years in coldsleep. Rocky had to save the Earth from their genetic superiority. Plctttr slapped on some boxing gloves. "YOU WANNA GO HUH?" he challenged Rocky to the ultimate match of the galaxy. Rocky spit on a passing toad. "I don't squash bugs y'know?" Plctttr hissed. "TOO BAD, WE'RE FIGHTING...NOW!" And he took the first swing, his chitinous fist resonating with Earth-shattering power straight through the glove. Rocky's stupid eye popped right out of his head. He put it in his pocket, to carve up into treats for the animals at the pet shop. From the unquenchable skies flew Ivan Drago, who killed Plctttr and the rest of the Hemimerans by breathing fire on them, because fire is super effective against bug. Ivan roared, then took off. He laid waste to Fort Knox and stole all the gold within, which he stashed in his frigid mancave. Rocky tossed his boxing gloves aside and withdrew from his wrists swordknuckles, like Captain Kuro crossed with Wolverine. He located Drago's cave by sending psychic waves in binary to the Andromeda Galaxy, who responded in the language of antimatter. Andromeda sent to Rocky the incredibly beautiful Excelsis Deo Bieber Creed Drago, no relation to Ivan Drago though she'd fucked him and had his babies on her homeworld. Excelsis' eyes were like serene ocean sunrises, her breasts like sun-bathed rolling grassy hills. Rocky immediately fell in love. His heart fluttered like a butterfly on poppers as he knelt before his goddess, who made him her bitch. She was his pimp. She put a collar made of fetish itself around Rocky's throat, which made him hers once and for all. Adrian hit the scene and started nagging and bitching at Excelsis like the bitch that she was. Excelsis killed the fuck out of Adrian by giving her the hairy eyeball, then rewrote history so Robert Balboa was her and Rocky's son. But she spared herself the horrid memories of the pain of childbirth. Rocky came to his senses and baked a cookie from the ashes of Apollo Creed, came on the cookie, then shoved it down Excelsis' throat, causing her to make fucked up car noises before exploding in a spray of rainbow unicorn bile. Rocky slathered this bile across his cheeks like warpaint made from John Rambo's blood, then flew using a magic bicycle made from his fallen kangaroo bitches to Ivan Drago's nest. Drago was snoring like a dolphin on his great pile of pilfered gold, spitting plumes of white flame on each noisy exhale. He was mumbling shit in his sleep about princesses and castles. Rocky withdrew Excalibur, the blade he made from the ashes of Excelsis, and the only weapon capable of slaying the great Drago once and for all. With a shield made of boxer shorts strapped to his other arm, Rocky was ready to save the world. Rocky charged in screaming, but Drago awoke quickly and dodged his Excalibur swing just in time. Drago roared, then loosed a massive plume of pure white flame at Rocky, who blocked it with his shield, but the shield exploded. Drago flew after him, aiming to bite his heart out. Rocky took his head off then tossed it like a boomerang, missing Drago intentionally on the initial throw but striking him to the ground on the rebound. Rocky's head flew back and reattached to his neck. Wasting no time, Rocky swooped down upon the dazed Drago and brought the great southpaw Excalibur down upon his chest, straight through his heart, a heart blacker than Clubber Lang's. From Ivan Drago's chest flew a final plume of flame, which ignited the entire cave and threatened to burn Rocky alive if he ddn't split immediately. The gold would be melted into a Rocky statue, which many, many bats would get laid on. Without this gold in Fort Knox though, the US would be fucked, like a stripper in a room full of pheremone-spiked fuckbots. Rocky had to retrieve the statue, but it was guarded by fifty and seventy trillion bats. But these weren't just regular bats. They were dragonbats. The dragonbats united and froze the Earth in a permanent timelock. Rocky was tired. He took a nap. 2. Chapter 2 Rocky awoke to the sound of him shitting himself. He was so surprised, the socket where his stupid eye once was spawned a new eye with no vision loss, and his eyebrows returned from the tiger dimension. But half of his face fell off. He replaced it with clay forged from the corpses of the mud demons. Rocky wiped his ass on Apollo Creed's mustache then put on Adrian's underpants, wearing nothing else. It was the only way he would have a shot at defeating the dragonbat menace. He roared like a menstrual motorcycle as he charged full-body into the dragonbat cave, obliterating the fuck out of it and making every dragonbat explode as well, which made the golden statue sing profanities which made even 8mm film cringe in fear. The singing summoned the ghost of Mickey, who came to train Rocky for the dragonbat raid. "But Mickey, I slayed the dragonbats already." "But really why even slap fuck cockroach ponies if whenever do we dongle, kaiju nerfboards doodle don dongs?" Rocky pondered Mickey's insight. He spoke in a voice normally reserved for the archangels. "Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?" Enraged by Rocky's flawless memory, Mickey's phantasmic head lifted right off his neck, then spun; as it picked up speed, it began flinging barbed hot dogs from the tear ducts of the vacant, glowing orbs which bore semblance to eyes. Rocky was pegged to the golden statue by these spiky dogs, which emitted a poisonous odor. Rocky inhaled this stench. He died, and became as Mickey: a ghoul who speaks in tongues which make even the profanities of the golden statue cower in absolute terror. But there is one thing which the ghost language fears: those whose names are puns. From the ectoplasmic morning mist came Tommy Gunn, and Mason Dixon. Dixon and Gunn engaged in a violent war over who can eat the other as the ghosts of the dragonbats sang in ecstatic chorus in the ghoulish haze. End file.	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null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1 ** * * * ** Дискавери "Discovery" _After his honourable defeat, Ivan Drago began to respect his much smaller opponent Rocky. And, when he meets a young teenager, who asks a very important question, he will find just how much he learned from Rocky's previous example, and prove to the Soviet Union and all of Russia that he could rise from the ashes of his former fame and prove himself through the way of a true victor._ _ * * * _ I _First Encounters_ Walking about the main streets of Russia's small town, Drago looked thoughtfully about him. He had been much more observant of his surroundings when he had been taken from his training, steroids no longer part of his daily routine. It was a relief, to finally get a chance at normality, to respect the boxer who had beaten him those few years ago. He noticed everything that passed him by, instead of carelessly brushing the everyday sounds out of his mind, concentrating on beefing up. Drago smiled, an extremely rare occurrence for the former vicious boxer. 'I now notice the days as they should be ('Я теперь уведомление дни как они должны быть'),' Ivan thought jubilantly to himself. Stowing his thickly-mittened hands farther into his coat pockets, Drago shivered slightly in the cold winter noon. The sun was just beginning to heat up the cobbled streets, though it had been up for hours. It peeked from behind a row of shops and houses clustered together in the little town. Squinting in the bright light, Ivan headed for the grocer's, hoping to buy another few rubles' worth of food. The little bell over the door tinkled madly as he opened it, denouncing his presence to the customers and employees inside. Wall to wall was stacked with everything a town could imagine. Newspapers, food, and other necessities. In one corner, there was a small meat counter, a gruff, bearded man stood behind it, stripping the remaining fat from a piece of venison. Turning to face a different corner of the store, he caught sight of what he had been searching for. A few rows of bread stacked neatly atop each other, still fresh, ready to be picked up and bought. Beside it were a variety of buns, pies, and pastries, shelved next to cans of pie crust and filling. Picking up one of the warm loaves, and clutching a package of tarts, Drago went to the front counter, which was right next to the door, to pay for his purchases. Digging out a few large coins from his pocket, he placed them on the wood counter; the employee scraped the coins off and calculated his change. Handing the remainder of his change back, the cashier returned to counting the money in the register. Exiting the store, Drago walked with less haste down the streets. His current errand done, he could enjoy the rest of the day. The loaf and package tucked firmly into the crook of his elbow, the former Russian boxer's eyes never missed a beat of what was going on around him. People were coming to and from stores, a few in thread-bare clothing peering out from whiskered eyebrows at passers-by, while they stood next to a small store-front. Ivan's boots still crunching against the snow-covered streets, he did not notice when he bumped into something. "Hey! Watch where you are going!" ("Эй! Часы, где вы будете!") she yelled, her eyes blazing anger. Drago finally got the chance to look down. It was a young teenager, probably around fifteen or sixteen. Her hair was the typical blonde, though close to golden brown in some places, and her eyes were iced-blue. She had a scarf wrapped around her, and a thick coat that seemed to keep out all the weather could dish out. It was no wonder he had accidently knocked into her, she was definitely a lot smaller, compared to his massive frame, and she was even smaller than most at her age. "Sorry, I did not see you there," ("Простите, я не вижу Вас,") he answered back, clearly blown away by her harsh manner. "Of course, how could you? Go on, make fun of my size! Everyone does!" ("Конечно, как вы могли? Продолжайте, смеяться над мои размеры! Каждый делает!") she snapped back, obviously she had brushed the apology aside with a flick of her flaming eyes. "Why? Since when did size matter in anything?" ("Почему? С каких это вопрос не размера, ни в чем?") Drago asked, plainly curious. Before she even thought of answering, her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped in complete awe. "You are Ivan Drago!" ("Вы, Иван Драго!") Apparently, he had not changed a lot if it took so few words passed between the two to understand who he was. "Yes, but I do not find that much of a badge of honour to wear, save that I was beaten by a worthy opponent," ("Да, но я не считаю, что большая часть пропуска в честь носить, исключением того, что я был избит достойный оппонент,") he shrugged dismissively, obviously still guilty about his past. Sitting down on a nearby bench, out of the way of street traffic, the two continued there conversation. "You were everything that the Soviet Union was grasping for, but you proved them wrong! You proved that man cannot become machine!" ("Ты же все то, что Советский Союз, хватаются за но вы доказали, что они были неправы! Вы доказали, что мужчина не может стать машина!") clearly, she had done a fair bit of research to figure all of this out. "I proved that, and I learned some, but what does it matter?" ("Я доказал, что и я узнал кое-что, но то, что это важно?") "What does it matter?! What does it matter, you say?! You showed everyone out there, that you can't beat anyone with just muscle; without heart!" ("Что же это вопрос! Что это важно, говорите! Вы показали всем, тем, что нельзя бить никого без сердца!") this girl seemed to have done a lot of time for research and careful study to figure all of this out and spout it at a stranger. Not liking where this conversation was centering around -boxing- he decided to change the subject to something more simplictic. "What is your name? I believe you already know mine." ("Как вас зовут? Я полагаю, Вы уже знаете моей.") "I am Roksana, but most call me Serafima Roksana," ("Я огнем одного Рассвет, но большинство звоните мне Рассвет,") she answered. "Serafima is my pet name, because I am so passionate about arguing, and sometimes become hostile." (огнем одного Для меня домашнее животное имя, потому что я так увлекает утверждая, а иногда становились враждебными.") Ivan Drago nodded, his expression showing that he was soaking in the information, comparing her pet name with her personality. "By the way, are you ever going to box again, or was that just a one-time appearance?" ("Кстати, вы когда-нибудь будем опять квадрат, или, что всего один раз?") Roksana looked up at the tall Russian, her face alight with curiousity. "I- I do not know. I have not considered ever trying again," ("Я - я не знаю. Я никогда не пытаются снова",) Drago replied, taken aback by such a question, presented in the bluntest way possible. He could barely remember ever hearing himself speak like that, let alone hear someone else say it to him now. "But... why? You would prove to the Soviet Union that people cannot be made into machines, that will and desire is stronger than any amount of brute force and strength. You could show them that you could do whatever you pleased, and win, without using their "scientific methods". You could learn to box again," ("Но... зачем? Вы хотели доказать СССР, что люди не могут превращаться в машины, что воля и желание сильнее, чем любое количество грубой силы и прочности. Вы могли бы показать им, что вы можно делать все, что вам приятно, а победить, не используя их "научными методами". Можно научиться коробку",) Roksana delved deep into the heart of the discussion, never faltering. "I do not know. This is all just hopes and guesswork," ("Я не знаю. Это всего лишь надежды и догадки,") Drago pointed out, deflating Roksana's confidence a little. "But... you could _still_ show the Soviet Union that you never needed what they had to become a boxer. You just need a good trainer." ("Но ... Вы могли бы показать еще Советский Союз, что вы никогда не нужно то, что он имел стать боксером. Вы Просто хорошие инструктора.") "Exactly. Without a trainer, none of this will even get off the ground." ("Совершенно верно. Без инструктора, все это будет даже приступить.") Drago was pessimistic about the whole thing, and he wasn't afraid to show it. 'Why did I even start this conversation?' ("Почему я даже начать этот разговор?") he thought miserably to himself. "Anyways, I can see you are fairly busy, so I won't keep you. Perhaps I shall see you again, at the training center," ("Немцы, я вижу, вы довольно занят, Иван Драго поэтому я не буду держать вас. Возможно, я буду видеть вас снова, в учебном центре",) Roksana hinted as she stood up, ready to start on home. "Perhaps," ("Возможно,") Ivan Drago replied, watching her leave. Maybe he _could _box again. But then, who knew if two Russians, one an over-imaginative teenager and a dismal former boxer could even make it. But... what if they could? 'Perhaps,' ("Возможно,") he said again, to himself. _To be continued..._ * * * _o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o_ _Fortunately, I do not own ROCKY, or any of the products and individuals enclosed in the movie, (if I did everything would be a complete blob of junk), so, that's my wordy disclaimer right there._ _Roksana means "DAWN", and Serafima means "FIERY ONE". Roksana Serafima in this case will mean "fiery dawn". Her pet name is not used very much, and you rarely will hear a last name, if at all. Ivan Drago is, of course, not one of my own characters, but don't be angry about how I turned about his attitude. The movie never conveyed his thoughts, only what he said, so such things cannot be fully determined, though you can be sure he has a good side, and guilt. Ruble is Russia's currency._ _The Russian wording is there because, after all, they do live in Russia, and that is basically what their speech would look like. As for the pronunciation, you'll have to ask someone who can easily dictate Russian, as I only used a beta translator. It is also there to put some individuality into the type of story I am writing, so that anyone who can read Russian or English will fully understand the conversation._ _Hopefully, you like my story, and you'll review it. I'm quite pleased to have the chance to add in my own Rocky fanfic, and get the whole subject better known to others._ _Zealak Silverdirk_ 2. Chapter 2 * * * II _Strength of Will and Mind_ * * * Roksana turned back and looked almost demandingly at him, her eyes sending the silent message for him to come to the training ring. Before he could glance curiously back, she disappeared into an alleyway, a small one, made by two stores pressed unrealistically close together. It was a wonder she would even think of going through there, let alone fit, even for her small size. When she was gone from sight, Ivan Drago thoughtfully stroked his chin with an index finger, considering if he should actually pay this ambitious teenager the request and duty she had laid upon him. 'I shall think about it,' ('Я буду думать о ней,') he said to himself, brushing away the lingering thoughts and worries that she had dug up from his past. Standing up slowly, Drago finally decided to head off home, though for some reason, he didn't want to. He wanted to think about what he had just heard, take it all in, consider it, figure it out. _Decide_. Keeping to a fast pace, the tall Russian wanted to get home as soon as he could, to think about the matter in a better environment. Something about his home always helped him to think better. Maybe the familiarity of so many decisions made before. Fumbling with his gloved hands to find his keys, Ivan Drago stood on the front steps of his small house as he unlocked the door. His wife was not home, nor would she be for a few years to come. She was off with the Soviet Union, looking for more ways to program soldiers like machines. Apparently, Drago's attempt had started her appreciation and curiousity on the subject. 'Perhaps a better environment to make decisions in,' ('Возможно, улучшению условий для принятия решений в,') he thought. The last thing that he had agreed on had led to his daily use of steroids and intense training. Eventually the death of Apollo Creed, and his non-sanctioned fight in the ring with the champion, Rocky Balboa. Guilt shot through him as he remembered Apollo, barely moving on the floor of the ring, everyone crowding around him. And those words. Those words that he himself had spoken. Burning into him and everyone around. _"If he dies, he dies."_ Stabs of agony, digging into him cruelly. Setting down the bundle on the small kitchen table, Drago headed to the living room, where the small television and his favourite armchair were located. Sitting down into the cushion, he ignored the television. He wanted his thoughts clear and crisp, untainted by news and commercials advertising all manner of things. _--_ Slipping into the house with ease, Roksana silently closed the front door, locking it behind her. A pot was simmering on the stove, and the tea was ready. Placing her thick coat on the hook by the doorway, she entered the kitchen. With deft, practised ease, she snatched up the full kettle and tossed it lightly and carelessly into the air. Catching it as it came near the wooden floor, Roksana balanced it in one hand as she opened a cupboard and gathered a few mugs. Barely regarding the fact that she could spilled boiling water everywhere, including herself, Roksana poured the water into each mug, plopped in a teabag, along with a spoon, sugar and cream. Without calling her family that the drink was ready, she went on oblivious, watching that the pot perched on the stove would not boil over. Not long after, a middle-aged woman thumped in, wanting to indicate her presence to the irresponsible teenager watching the stove with indifference. "And you could not call any of us down when our tea was ready? Do you think you are the only one in this house Roksana Sevana?" ("И вы не могли позвонить любому из нас, когда наш чай готов? Считаете ли вы, что вы - единственный человек в этом доме заре Севана?") Sighing deeply and rolling her eyes, Roksana sipped her tea, paying no heed to the lecture her mother had carefully selected out from her long list. 'Yes, I know. Need to think more of others. Be more considerate, it's the only way you will ever get a husband, I know.' ('Да, я знаю. Нужна больше думать о других. Будьте более внимательны, это единственный способ вы станете мужем, я знаю.') When the kitchen fell silent again, Roksana figured it was either because her mother had asked her a question, or she was finally finished with her lecture. With no sign that she had even heard the lecture, Roksana pulled the pot from the stove, and drained the access water. Still ignoring her mother, who was bursting in silent outrage, the teenager spooned out vegetable soup into six bowls. "Dinner!" ("Ужин!") she screeched, grabbing a bowl and her mug and snatching the best place at table. A young boy of about six flew down the stairs, knocking something over in the process. "I will fix that later!" he called implusively up the stairs. Rushing to the kitchen, he stopped completely when he saw Roksana sitting in the favoured seat of the house, right next to the warm stove. "Hey, why does she always get the best spot?" ("Эй, почему она всегда в лучших местах?") he whined, like all six year olds did. "Because, I actually have to do something to get the meal done," ("Потому что я действительно что-то сделать, чтобы получить обед сделали,") she sneered, watching her brother trying to grab a mug from the counter. Handing it down to him, Roksana's mother shook her head in defeat. Roksana had always been a born arguer, from the day she learned to talk she always had something to debate, it wasn't worth the bother. Soon, the rest of the family, including her father and two brothers were all seated at the table. Each dug into their regular meal of potatoes, soup, mixed vegetables and roast, smothered heavily in thick, rich gravy. Knives scraped against plates for about half the meal, until Roksana's father broke the proverbial ice. "So, Roksana... What were you doing out today? Weren't you supposed to help your mother clean the house?" ("Значит, Roksana ... Чем вы занимались сегодня? Если бы не вы должны помочь вашей матери убирать дом?") "I already finished it. Anyways, I did not do anything really special today, except for one thing..." ("Я уже закончил его. В лубом случае, я не сделал что-нибыдь реально экстренный выпуск сегодня, за исключением одного вещи...") Roksana paused dramatically, her eyes sweeping around the table to take in everyone's facial expression of interest. "I met Ivan Drago today." ("Я встретил Ивана Драго сегодня.") There was a surprised silence. Her father raised his eye brows almost up to his depleting hairline, and her mother's eyes were wide with shock. But, of course, the eldest brother, Borya (his nickname for Boris), began to laugh outrageously. "Of course you met him, dear sister..." ("Конечно Вы встретили его, дорогая сестра ...") he could no longer finish his sentence he was laughing so hard. "Right! We all know that he would never meet you unless he trampled you under his boots!" ("Право! мы знаем, что он никогда не встречал бы Вы, если он не растаптывал Вы под его ботинками!") the second eldest, Danil, piped up. This caused even more laughter. "Roksana, lying like that is not a good thing to do. If you did not have an exciting time out there, then at least be kind enough to tell the truth," ("Рассвет, лежа как этот не хорошая вещь, чтобы сделать. Если Вы не имели захватывающего времени там, то по крайней мере быть достаточно любезным, чтобы говорить правду,") her mother said softly. Roksana's eyes blazed. How dare they! Her argumentative, agressive nature was taking over her rationality. "Fine! If you do not believe me, than I cannot force you to, but you will regret making fun of me!" ("Отлично!, Если Вы не верите мне, чем я не могу вынудить Вы к, но Вы будете сожалеть высмеять меня!") Standing up in a flourish of anger, she didn't say a word, not trusting herself. Soon, she was grabbing her coat and slamming the door behind her; running. She had no idea what she was thinking, or even why she had had the sense to grab her coat. Going outside would just prolong another lecture about outbursts and lying, so why was she out here? Did she really think that Ivan Drago was going to take up her request? Maybe this was just some strange dream, and she would wake up knowing that she was just another boring Russian teenager, who was too outspoken for her own good. But... that wasn't possible. Just because it felt like a dream now, didn't mean it wasn't true. _Right_? _To be continued..._ -- _Alright, a second chapter. Not as great as the first one, and extremely late in coming from what I had planned, but, not everything turns out the way you anticipate. The scene where Roksana fools around with the teapot was completely random, but I'd probably do the same thing if I had the chance._ _Ugh, I doubt this neglected chapter will measure up to the first one, I always have story issues like that, but I am _determined_ to finish this story, if only for your sakes. Pardon that it took so long to update. Blame my parents for that._ _Zealak Silverdirk_ 3. Chapter 3 III You're Not Very Convincing * * * Roksana sat moodily up in her old treehouse. There wasn't much one could call their own in in a Communist country, but the rotting crates and skids nailed haphazardly to the tree were, to say the least, better than any cathedral sanctuary to her. In the past, Roksana imagined that she really was the outcasted Quasimodo, shunned from the world, deaf, and practically insane from lack of human compassion. Not exactly something to share around the kitchen table. In any case, the hand-me-down treehouse, which had been neglected for years, had remained Roksana's favourite place to sulk. She could hardly blame her family for responding so unfavourably, but so what if you didn't meet a local ex-celebrity everyday? Life had been so boring it practically owed her. And anyway, there was no guarantee she would ever see Drago again. It would be difficult to take such a bizarre request seriously. She swore under her breath. "You _are_ an idiot, Roksana." ("Ты идиот, Роксана.") But she made up her mind to go past the training centre tomorrow, with the excuse of visiting a friend of hers who had taken up with the boxing craze. If Drago made an appearance she would be successful, and if he didn't at least she wouldn't look completely foolish. One problem solved. The skid she was sitting on creaked ominously. Roksana leaned into a crook in the tree, shifting a good deal of her weight. The treehouse's poor construction and upkeep had kept even her two younger brothers on the ground, but Roksana had a stubborn attachment to the thing. "Serafima, where are you?!" ("Серафима, где ты?!") Someone chanted in a sing-song. Borya had obviously been commissioned to look for her this time. If she were completely honest with herself, Roksana knew he would probably find her in a matter of minutes—it wasn't much of a secret that she still hung out in his old "tree dump"-but she didn't want to be found. Not when she was still smarting from her family's quips. "Be a good little sister and stop worrying your big brother." ("Будьте хорошим сестренку и перестать беспокоиться твой старший брат.") His voice was getting closer. Borya was practically stomping through the wooded area, scattering leaves and cracking branches with his heavy boots. "Stubborn mule," ("Упрямый мул,") he mumbled. "I resent that," ("Я возмущен, что,") Roksana said finally. Borya stood directly below her, arms crossed with a pouty smile. "What's going on little Serafima?" ("Что происходит немного Серафима?") Roksana snorted. "Think about it. For once in my life something interesting happens and my own family won't even believe me." ("Подумай об этом. На этот раз в моей жизни происходит что-то интересное и моя собственная семья даже не поверил мне.") "Come on, you know you're not very convincing. You've always been the most dramatic of the family." ("Ну, вы знаете, что вы не очень убедительно. Ты всегда был самым драматичным в семье.") "Well, that's just it! You think what you like without once considering whether I might be telling the bald-faced truth, Borya." ("Ну, вот и оно! Вы думаете, что вам нравится, ни разу не рассматривает ли я мог бы говорить наглая правда, Боря.") Borya kept looking from his sister to the tree, obviously trying to figure out how to get up there, or how to get her to come down. He sighed. "So, what if you _are_ telling the truth?" ("Так что, если вы говорите правду?") Roksana leaned forward so fast the tree groaned in protest. "I. Met. Ivan. Drago. Isn't that amazing? The Soviet's best boxer talked to me. Me!" ("Я. встретил. Ивана. Драго. Разве это не удивительно? Лучший боксер Советского разговаривал со мной. Меня!") "What'd he say to you?" ("Что он тебе сказал?") "I asked him if he would box again. He didn't exactly say yes, but he didn't say no either." ("Я спросил его, если он снова коробку. Он точно не сказал, да, но он никогда не сказала нет либо".) Roksana's eyes were bright with the prospect. Her brother was also a boxing enthusiast, but he liked to think that he was a rational and responsible man. He approached it from a more conservative perspective. "That _is_ really cool. But why would he listen to you?" ("Это действительно здорово. Но почему он тебя слушать?") She deflated a little and leaned back again. "I don't know. But... he looked like he really was thinking about it. Is it so wrong to get my hopes up?" ("Я не знаю. ... Но он, похоже, действительно думал об этом. Разве это так неправильно, чтобы получить мои надежды?") Borya could only shrug. xxx "Why?" ("Почему?") A clock in the hallway chimed the hour. Ivan Drago stared unseeing out the window of his spartan kitchen. It might have been his dream to become a professional boxer, but it had so quickly become wrapped up in other things: the expectations of his wife, the prestige of the Soviet Union, the technology and tests, the constant striving to be the best. What did it even mean to be the best? In the end, all the training in the world could not have defeated the "Italian Stallion"-the little man strong as iron. "Am I even capable of starting over?" ("Разве я способен даже начать сначала?") he wondered. By the time he had learned that to fight well was to fight with your own power it was too late, and he—Drago, not the Soviet Union—had lost. It scared him to start over. At the worst times he was trapped within his own personal hell, reliving every single moment of Apollo Creed's death—no, murder!- with ghoulish clarity. Lights, cameras, action, screaming, crying, and then... the stillness of death. Not to say that death in the ring didn't happen, but Ivan knew so well that he had wanted to crush that snide Apollo, had wanted to prove himself to a cold audience - a cold Communism. And yet as soon as he left the ring he knew he had lost. "Is there room for a coward to start over?" ("Есть ли место для труслив, чтобы начать все сначала?") The kitchen was silent. xxx To be continued... _The name of this chapter is a personal chastening. I said I would finish, and obviously I can't even convince myself. Oi. Anyways, I finally decided that the English was waaay too stiff, so I switched it to conversational. The Russian translation will still be formal, since I honestly have no idea how they deal with things like contractions and slang. But if you're curious about pronunciation, check it out in Google Translate, it seems to be helpful._ 4. Chapter 4 "Yet we don't give up on boxing, it isn't that easy" Joyce Carol Oates, _On Boxing_ * * * IV Try Again * * * "Just come back to the house, Serafima. Don't mind what the rest of the family says. Hell, don't mind what I say."("Только что вернулся в дом, Серафима. Не возражаю, что остальные члены семьи говорит. Черт, не против, что я говорю".) Borya sighed. "If Drago meets you again like he said he will... it's just good to see you passionate about something even in this mess of a country." ("Если Драго встречает вас снова, как он сказал, что ... это просто рад тебя видеть любите то даже в этом беспорядке страны.") Roksana sniffed and swiped a hand under her nose. "Now you're just trying to sound responsible, Mr. Boris." ("Теперь вы просто пытаетесь казаться ответственный, Борис.") Borya grinned. "Aren't I, though?" ("Разве я, правда?") His sister laughed and climbed tentatively back down to the ground. "So, will you ever believe me?" ("Итак, вы когда-нибудь мне веришь?") "Get me a polaroid and I'll believe it." ("Дайте мне Polaroid, и я верю в это.") "Nothing less for my favourite brother," ("Не что иное для моего любимого брата,") she chuckled. xxx Roksana watched only half interested as one boxer performed a poor combination of jabs. Klyde was easily one of the worst boxers in the place, but he was always there trying to improve. Roksana was grateful that he'd been forced to wear headgear. The trainers often told Klyde not to quit his day job. An alarming number of boxers were bulky and heavy, trying to desperately imitate the stereotypical body-builder frame of recent heavyweights. But there were still plenty of average looking young men around; either lanky and spry or compact and skilled.* Klyde was technically part of neither category, but he was definitely better than when he'd first discovered boxing. "Take a rest, you two," ("Отдохни, вы двое,") the trainer called. Klyde leaned heavily on the ropes by Roksana. "That guy is intense," ("Этот парень интенсивным,") he wheezed. Roksana was ruthless. "Well, he's better than you." ("Ну, он лучше, чем вы.") "Toss me a towel, would you? What's up, anyways? You've been here everyday for the past week. It was easier to show off once a week instead of every day." ("Бросок мне полотенце, не так ли? В чем дело, так или иначе? Ты здесь каждый день в течение прошлой недели. Это было легче, чтобы показать один раз в неделю, а не каждый день.") She smiled half-heartedly. "You're right. I usually forget how bad you are by the end of the week. But I think you're better than last week." ("Вы правы. Я обычно забывают, как плохо вы к концу недели. Но я думаю, что ты лучше, чем на прошлой неделе.") Klyde scrubbed at his hair with the towel. "That's the nicest thing you've said all day, Serafima." ("Это хорошая вещь, которую вы сказали, в течение всего дня, Серафима".) Roksana sighed. "Truthfully I'd been hoping someone would show up by now." ("Честно говоря, я надеялся, что кто-то был бы появиться в настоящее время.") "No way, I thought I'd finally caught you!" ("Нет, я не думал, что я, наконец, поймал тебя!") "That's gross, Kly. Stick to boxing." ("Это валовые, Kly. Придерживайтесь боксе".) "So who's the guy?" ("Так кто же он?") Roksana stared the ceiling. "Well, he was almost professional. Quit when he was in a bad spot-" ("Ну, он был почти профессиональным бросить, когда он был в плохом месте -") "Waitwaitwait, how _old _is this guy?" ("Подождите, подождите, подождите, сколько лет этот парень?") "What's it to you, anyway? Pretty sure he's mid-twenties. Ridiculously tall." ("Что это вам, так или иначе? Довольно уверен, что он середине двадцатых годов. Смешно высотой.") A familiar voice sounded close by. "I figured you'd be the only girl in this place. I hope you don't walk home by yourself." ("Я полагал, что ты будешь единственной девушкой в этом месте. Я надеюсь, что вы не ходите дома самостоятельно.") Klyde and Roksana shot toward the sound. Klyde gasped. "You're really here," ("Ты действительно здесь,") couldn't help staring. Ivan Drago nodded timidly. "It was a hard decision. Sorry for the wait." ("Это было трудное решение. Извините за ожидание.") Klyde was completely starstruck. "Y-you mean, you... you were talking about _him_? Ivan Drago? Death from Above?" ("Вы имеете в виду, вы ... вы говорите о нем? Иваном Драго? Смерть с Небес?") Drago winced. "Please don't use that title." ("Пожалуйста, не используйте этот титул.") "So you'll really try again?" ("Таким образом, вы будете действительно попробовать еще раз?") Roksana chewed her lip to relieve her tension. Klyde could only look back and forth between the two until his trainer called him back to practice. "I'll try." ("Я постараюсь".) xxx _To be continued..._ _I updated a lot slower with this chapter because I wanted to do some research into boxing. I was mostly interested in the basic skills and the psychology of the sport, but I'd like to think I learned some useful things. If you get the chance, check out Joyce Carol Oates' book "_On Boxing_." It was a surprisingly good read. Sorry that this chapter is so ridiculously short, but I really want to get something on the table, and this is really as far as this chapter needs to be._ *Not to say that fast-moving boxers aren't skilled, but they have a distinct advantage with speed that lets them get away with sloppier punches. Slower boxers have to play their punches with more care because they won't have nearly as many chances to hit their opponent. Muhammad Ali in his prime vs. his older self is an excellent example. End file.	Rocky, Angst, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	31,610	14,278.3
null	Rocky Rocky November 25, 1999 Boston Spider Rico threw another blow to Rocky's face. The punch made a bruise in the boxer's cheek, and sweat flew all over at impact. Rocky stumbled backwards. He almsot fell, but managed to catch himself. He lunged towards his opponent and unleashed a furious punch to the gut. Spider Rico fell down. He stayed there for four seconds. Rocky won the match. He looked up at the poster of Jesus, grinned, and gave the lord a thumbs up. "Good job, Rock. Here's your pay." said the old man as he handed Rocky Pinnicle fifty dollars in ten dollar bills. Rocky thankfully took the money and headed into the locker room to take a shower. After his shower he put on his garb consisting of a red shirt, jeans and a chain. He then slowly walked home. He saw a television shop on the way and saw them dissing Apollo Creed, calling him a fool. Rocky knew no fool could fight like Apollo could. He didn't stop to watch the report, and just walked on into the dark night. A Pinnicle-Psykloak Production A BearFrog Fanfic Starring Rocky Pinnicle Rocky Also starring Taarin, Apollo Creed, Goku, Spider Rico and Bob as Bob "Doo doo. Doo doo doo. Doo doo. Doo doo doo," Sang the boy in the jester hat as Rocky passed him by, "Hey Rocky. How's it hangin?" asked the jester in high voice. "Nothing much. I've started training in boxing. I've even done a few matches," replied Rocky. "Really? I just thought a truck ran over your face. Hey, Didn't you want to join Karate?" "My Dad wouldn't let me. He said Boxing is better, because it has more rules and therefore has better sportsman ship. That, and perhaps he wants me to carry out his legacy." "You're dad was good boxer. Want a doughnut?" "Sure," Rocky said as he grabbed one of the white, powdery doughnuts. He took a bite out of the doughnut before he began walking again. The jester began singing again. "You're getting better every year, P.J.!" Rocky yelled cheerfully as he walked down the street. Rocky suddenly stopped in his tracks. What would P.J. be doing standing on a street corner in the middle of the night? Rocky silently walked back toward P.J., fearing the worst. As Rocky walked, a truck went the opposite direction. Rocky stopped to look at the label: Melted Marshmallow Guns. Rocky sighed inwardly and walked towards P.J., who was spraying the houses with warm marshmallow sauce. He sprayed the porches, the gnomes, the flamingos, the frogs, the real frogs, and a couple of mailboxes. "P.J., what are you doing?" asked Rocky calmly. "Nothin." "Riiiight. Why don't you put the gun down?" "What you don't like marshmallows?" "No, I do like marshmallow bu-" Rocky was cut off by P.J., who sprayed marshmallow sauce all over him. P.J. giggled and pointed and Rocky gleefully. Rocky sighed and walked on. He did not stop until he saw the pet store and entered. "Yo Taarin, what's up?" asked Rocky. "Nothing." She said without looking up at him from behind the counter. "Pretty late for a pet store to be open, ya know? Who'd be here at this hour?" "You're here." Said a young blonde haired girl. She was Rocky's friend John's little sister, Catherine or Cat for short. She was pretty young, but very smart, which is how she got the job as manager. "Hey Cat! How's the job working out?" asked Rocky. "Very good actually. But I'd like to know why you are here every day. You never buy anything." "I just come here to visit my pal, Bob. Hey, Bob!" yelled Rocky as he knelt down next to the cage. "What is that?" Cat asked pointing at Rocky. "Marhsmallow Sauce." "I'm not even gonna ask how that got on you." Rocky was ignoring her and playing with Bob. He put his finger in the cage and Bob bit it playfully. He laughed and Bob purred. " 'Bob' is a girl. You know that right?" asked Catherine. "Yeah, I know. She told me already." "She told you?" "Yeah, she can talk. C'mon Bob, say something." Rocky said as he looked at the cat hopefully. He looked intently at her brown fur, green eyes and brown stripes. "C'mon Bob, say something, girl." Taarin went to grab some stuff out of storage and missed the big event. "MMMMMMBOB!!" said the cat loudly. "That a girl." Said Rocky. "Can you buy me already? This cage is so small." "I almost have enough. Don't worry little fella." Cat, who was stunned by the talking cat, stood motionless. Taarin walked in, and Rocky politely said goodbye. He exited the store and headed to the local night club "Don't Have a Stroke". He went behind the bouncer when he wasn't looking and headed towards his friend John. "Hey John, what's up?" asked Rocky. "Nothing new. Hey, are you dating my sister?" Asked John. "No!! Where did you get a crazy idea like that?" asked Rocky as he cocked his eyebrow. "That guy over there said it." Said John as he pointed at an average African American man with a large afro. Spider Rico. Rocky slowly walked up behind him, and then tapped him on the shoulder. "You and me. Right here, right now." Said Rocky. "In public? With all these people around?" asked Spider Rico. "Yes! Now get ready!" yelled Rocky as he got into fighting stance. He punched Spider Rico in the gut 5 times before the warrior fell to the ground. "Get up! I'm not done with you yet!!" Rocky moved around Spider Rico slowly, staring at him intently. Waiting for him to make a move. Rocky was suddenly hit in the back of the head by the bouncer before spider could attack him. "Get out of here, mo' fo!" yelled the large man. "Ha! Bring it on! I can take any punches you can throw at me!" yelled Rocky confidently, despite the fact that his head was throbbing. The large man kicked Rocky in the stomach, and Pinnicle promptly fell over on his head. The man then grabbed him by the collar and threw him out. Rocky could hear Rico laughing all the way home. Rocky entered his house and immediately headed for the freezer. He almost tripped over his brother Chad's dirty clothes. Rocky entered the kitchen. In side the freezer were ice cubes, which Rocky promptly grabbed and placed on his forehead. Holding the ice on his head, he crept into his room. He quietly closed his door, and turned on his computer. While it loaded, he changed out of his clothing into the boxing shorts he wore. He then clicked on the "My Music folder on his computer and promptly played "Eye of the Tiger". He walked over to his bed and listened to the song as he drifted into his sleep. Rocky was in a swirling vortex. It was empty. Then Spider Rico appeared. Rocky lunged a punch and missed. Rico then kicked him in the balls, and he fell. Not just to the ground. Through the ground. He was falling through a see through vortex swirling of red, green, blue and yellow. And then he stopped falling. Facing him was none other than Goku, the main character of DragonBallZ. His back was turned, and the symbol of the Kai could clearly be seen. "Goku?" Rocky asked cautiously. "Rocky Pinnicle..." said the warrior as he turned around. "Fight me." "What?!" said he, shocked. "If you truly have The Eye of the Tiger, you should be able to win." Said Goku as his clothes suddenly changed. He was now in orange boxing shorts with blue trim and the symbol of the Kai on one side and the symbol of the Turtle on the other side. Risin up,back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now Iâ€™m back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive Rocky was still in shock. A boxing ring appeared around them, and a crowd cheering. He was no longer in a vortex, but in an arena. He could see Cat, James, John, P.J., Taarin, Bob, Chad, and a fat kid who he did not know sitting together. Rocky looked at his hands. Boxing gloves. So many times, it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive Rocky began thinking realistically. As realistic as he could, considering all that had happened. This was a dream. Therefore even if Goku has all the powers he does in the anime, Rocky should still be able to defeat him, as long as he retains control over the dream. And so Rocky went into fighting stance and heard a bell ring. Thus the fight between the kid boxer and the master of martial arts began. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger Rocky moved around Goku with impressive footwork for someone his age. He was quite a skilled fighter. Spider Rico was some ten years older than him and had experience yet Rocky still beat him. In the ring all he got were punches, but out of the ring he had no experience using his legs in combat aside from dodging. Face to face, out in the heat Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry They stack the odds 'til we take to the street For the kill with the skill to survive Rocky threw a punch at Goku, and the alien dodged with a duck to the left. Suddenly Goku's clothes changed and yet again he was wearing his outfit of red and blue. Rocky threw a left, and Goku kicked him in the gut. "I thought this was a boxing match!" yelled Rocky. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger "Rocky!! You were not meant to be a boxer. You were meant to be a true fighter, a master of the fist, the foot, and the mind." Said Goku. Goku punched the boy yet again. Another blow to the gut. Another blow! And Another! And Another! Rocky was taking some serious punishment from Goku. Rocky knew this was more than a dream. Risin' up, straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to survive "This is a boxing match! If you won't play by the rules, fine! But I will!" Rocky threw left at Goku's head. The attack made impact, and sweat popped from the cheater's head. Rocky gave him a right to the gut. Then a left to the gut. Then a right. Then a left. Then a right. Then a left to the jaw. Goku fell to the ground. For 10 seconds he lay there. And then he got up and shook Rocky's hand. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger "Rocky, you truly have The Eye of the Tiger. You have proven yourself worthy of my training." "What training? What are you talking about?" "I shall teach you how to develop and control your Ki." "Awesome!" "But to do so, you must learn to use your entire body as a weapon, not just your fists. For if evil should ever come to Earth, they won't box, they'll kill. They'll use every dirty trick in the book, and if you box you won't stand a chance. Boxing is good, a true warrior sport, but even the greatest boxer must learn to use his whole body. The heavyweight champion has always learned to use his entire body, thus is the only way he can gain the title is by full understanding of one's body." "I am willing to learn, sir." "Sir? Just call me Goku!" "Okay...Goku..." Rocky woke up the next morning and opened his window. He jumped out of it and flew high into the air. He looked at his open hand and made a small yellow energy ball appear. He smiled as he closed his fist and threw a kick into the air. But not a normal kick. No. This kick was quite special. It was the perfect kick, the exact position that would give it the greatest strength a kick could give. He named it "Stevie Kick" after the name of the sparring dummy Goku named "Stevie" which was the first victim of his attack. John and Cat were walking to the bus stop when they noticed Rocky flying in the air. Nearly fainting, John dropped his homemade real working time traveling device. The two of them disappeared into a time gate. James got out from the shadows and wore a turban around his face to keep sunlight from reaching. He wore a black cape that shrouded the rest of his body. When he saw Rocky flying, he simply looked in his book "Big Book O Spells" to look up what dark magic spell was allowing his friend to fly. Clarence, the local fat kid, looked up and fell down on his gigantic anus when he saw Rocky Pinnicle, his best friend (who Rocky did not even know), flying just like Superman. Maci thought that Rocky had been genetically mutated by the government. The first one to see this was P.J. He was standing on his roof with his arms crossed and his hat waving in the wind. "So he finally learned how to use his ki..." the boy said to himself smugly. Rocky flew over Taarin's house and saw her walking to the bus stop. She was staring at the sidewalk as she walked, as though she did not feel worthy to show her face to others. Rocky thought she was hot and thought she was too critical on herself. And so Rocky arrived on the school rooftop and powered up just to scare the staff. Seeing a large blue light on the roof isn't a good thing, usually. Rocky was shaking fiercely during all his classes that day. He was anxious to get out of school. But at lunch time, trouble was brewing. Spider Rico came to pick up his brother, who had gotten sick, and stopped at the lunch table where Rocky was sitting, just to pick on him. "Hey little loser. You did good last night. Too bad you can't fight for real. You won last time because of the dumb judges giving you a handicap. But next time you won't be so lucky." Said the man with the afro. "Ignore him, Rocky." John said forcefully. Rocky wasn't even facing Rico, who was standing right behind him. "Afraid, little man? Why don't you go play with that stupid cat in the pet shop and leave the fighting to grown ups?" Without even looking, Rocky jabbed Spider Rico with the back of his hand, and caused the man to fall backwards into Clarence who was walking by. He threw his tray up in the air. It then landed right on the face of Spider Rico. Rocky smirked and went back to eating. Maci, John and James were shocked by his newfound skill, but P.J. simply continued making his log cabin of French fries. He had just finished it when he began stroking his chin. "It needs something...Hmm...I know! Frosting!!" P.J. took out his own jar of frosting, and a butter knife, which he used to spread the frosting. "You there! Boy! Where did you get that knife?" yelled the principal, who was looming over the children after he saw Spider Rico fall. "And you! Why did you hurt this man?" "We ain't telling you anything! Fight the power!" yelled Maci. "Shut up, you punk! Hey...you're the boy who keeps bringing his gameboy to school! You know they aren't allowed!" "I know, I didn't bring it." Said John. "And you! You kill animals on school property!" "So?" replied James. "And you! You're...you're guilty by association!!" yelled the principal as he pointed at Clarence and Chad. "You are a bunch of troublemakers! I'm giving all of you detention!" yelled the flustering man. Sweat was all over his bald head, goatee, and it was also fogging up his glasses. Rocky quickly tried to protest and said he had something important to do after school. He did. He had a fight. When the principal asked and he said "A Fight." The man laughed at his comment. And at the end of the day, the kids from Neptune Circle were in detention. "Oh man. My mom is gonna kill me." "Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." "They took away my frosting! THEY TOOK AWAY MY FROSTING!!!" "I blame our corrupt government for this." "Need computer..can't...breathe..." "I shall seek my revenge via the dark forces...If only they hadn't taken my book away..." "That does it! I've had enough of this!" Rocky jumped out of his seat. The gym teacher approached Rocky, but he was quickly in a coma thanks to Rocky's Stevie Kick. All his friends were shocked that he hit a teacher, and knocked him out with one kick. Maci ran to the door. Locked. "This is a bit of a fire hazard, ya know?" he said angrily. There were no windows in the room. While everyone else panicked, Rocky used a famous technique that Goku taught him. The Kamehameha wave. The blue beam blasted a hole in the wall, allowing Rocky and his friends to escape. "Hey Rocky...um...how can you do that?" asked P.J. as they all ran across the street. "Ki training P.J., Ki training." Replied Rocky smugly. "Dude, you have to teach me how to do that. If I could fly and blast lasers I could start a new U.S. government easily!" said Maci excitedly. "With those skills and the dark forces, a new era of chaos could begin!" "Maybe later guys! I've got a fight to get to!" said Rocky as he jumped into the air. But he did not land. He flew in the air. He changed in midair, which scared some people who looked up. But he arrived at Boston Market, just in time. They were about to forfeit him but he arrived in the ring, which was really just the street, blocked off by a bunch of traffic cones. The crowd cheered when Rocky landed in the ring and faced his enemy. The large Mexican boy lost when Rocky gave him a swift punch to the head, and was flung out of the ring and through the wall into the Cheers bar. Everyone was chanting Rocky's name after the punch. It is true: everybody knows your name at Cheers. The crowd threw money at him, which he gladly took. He gained the money to buy Bob, a litter box, and a month's worth of cat food and kitty litter. Rocky excitedly flew to the pet store to buy Bob, the talking cat. Elsewhere, the youthful Apollo Creed was looking through a book. Apollo was the champion of the American Children's Boxing League, and he was going to fight someone on New Year's Eve to celebrate the new millennium. Mac Lee Green suffered and injury and was unable to fight. The other top contenders were too afraid to take on Creed. So he was searching for a local boxer. He was going to give a local kid a chance at the title. But who? Apollo found him. Rocky Pinnicle. It was the name that got him. Pinnicle, the sumit, the peak of power. The top of the mountain. Apollo was three years older than Rocky, but they were the same height. His growth spurt was going to happen soon, but as of yet it had not kicked in. And thus Apollo made plans to contact Rocky Pinnicle and challenge him to a fight that Boston would never forget. Rocky arrived in the pet store and gave the money to Cat, who was kind enough to do the paperwork while Rocky talked to Taarin. "Yo Taarin, how's it going?" "Fine." "Ya know I got enough money for Bob. I'm taking her home. I was kinda wondering if maybe you'd like to come with Bob and me to the park..." said Rocky as he blushed. "I'd love to." Said Taarin smiling. Rocky had seen her smile for the first time and it was beautiful. Bob, Taarin and Rocky went to the park and had a great time together. Bob didn't talk for some reason, but Rocky paid it no mind. They spent the entire afternoon in the park happily until a police officer arrived. "Rocky Pinnicle, you are under arrest for assault." Rocky stuck out his tongue and Bob pooped on the officer's shoes. The police officer got very angry and ran back to her car. She took out a cage full of squirrels, which she unleashed upon Rocky, Bob and Taarin. Rocky grabbed Taarin, but the army of furry rodents attacked Bob. Bob struggled to push them off her body, but there were too many. Rocky ran towards the little monsters, but the police officer began shooting at Rocky. Amazingly he dodged the shots as he moved forward. He raised his pointer finger and blew up the officer's handgun with a thin yellow beam of light. The officer was shocked by this, and ran to her car yet again. She frantically yelled on the radio, while Rocky and Taarin were fighting off the gray animals. Bob however clawed through the beasts. She was wounded and falling into a coma. Blood dripped from her forehead. Some her own, some the enemy's. She slew the entire squirrel army and rested soundly in Rocky's arms. "You did good girl..." Suddenly, a S.W.A.T. team surrounded them. Rocky looked up at them angrily. They claimed that they had already captured his friends and that he should give up quietly. His hair rose in the air as a blue aura surrounded him. His eyes were full of rage. However, someone stopped his rage. Apollo Creed came running towards him yelling ,"Stop!" "Stop! I can pay the money for their crimes!" said Apollo. "And who are you?" asked one of the S.W.A.T. team members. "Apollo Creed." "Apollo Creed? As in the same Apollo Creed that defeated the heavyweight champion of boxing and thus claimed his title?" "The very same. Release Mr.Pinnicle and his friends right now!" "Yes sir." "Bring them here!" yelled Apollo as he signed some forms. Rocky didn't know Apollo, and wondered why he would be helping. Rocky wanted to know what Apollo wanted from him and his friends. Soon the entire Neptune Circle group were gathered together. Bob was still sleeping in Rocky's arms when Apollo spoke. "Rocky Pinnicle, you are a great fighter. I can see it in your blue eyes. I've fought the best, but your skill still amazes me. I'd like to fight you, and give you a shot at the title I hold. You will receive 1 million dollars for the fight. I have the contract ready. All you have to do is sign this." Said Apollo as he took out a piece of paper and pen. Rocky looked over the contract with his friends and Clarence. They found nothing wrong with the contract, and so Rocky signed it. Taarin protested and said Rocky might get hurt, but Cat calmed her down. Apollo told him that the fight would be held in a ring being constructed near Boston Market. Apollo said he'd get Rocky when it was finished to show him where to fight. After that, Apollo left the park. "Dude, you get to fight Apollo Creed!" said Chad. "I know. I'm so excited!" Rocky said. He greatly respected Creed, even before they met. And now that they met he respected him even more. He was looking forward to the fight. He also knew his training would be intense. But it would all be worth it if he could just last 15 rounds with Creed. To just go the distance. No one has ever gone the distance with Creed. Rocky put Bob down next to him and fell asleep soundly, with Bob purring next to him. He would begin training the next day and he needed rest. The alarm was set for six. Six O clock...Six O Clock... Rocky woke up at four in morning, because Bob was screaming like a drill sergeant. "Wake up, you lazy bum! You gotta start your training! Come on, stupid! Wake up!" "I'm up, okay?!" "Good! Now get dressed, you are going jogging." "Why are you bossing me around?" "Because I am a true fighter, unlike you!" "What!" "You've got heart but you fight like a dmn ape! You must hone your skills more if you wanna last against Creed." "What do you know about fighting?" "I took down an entire army of enemies the same strength as me." "Good point, Bob. I'll get dressed." Rocky put on his black sunglasses, and his black satin karate robe. He put on his brown belt that he had when he took karate all those years ago and put it on tight. He opened the door and ran through the streets of Boston with Bob at his side. Actually, Bob was ahead of him! "Come on, slow poke! Don't make me zap you!" yelled Bob as bolts of lightning came out of her and zapped Rocky. Rocky looked deep into Bob's eyes and didn't see cat's eyes but tiger's eyes. The Eye of the Tiger. The Eye of the Tiger was in Rocky's eyes as well. Determination. Rocky and Bob ran. They kept running. They were getting faster. They ran faster than many of the cars that were driving. Suddenly, Rocky was moving faster than Bob. Bob gained some speed to keep up. Rocky gained more speed and left Bob out of breathe. Rocky kept running. He ran up the white stone steps and jumped up in the air once he reached the top. Bob ran up to him, panting and said "You're fast, but you're still stupid!" Rocky and Bob trained intensely before the fight. Rocky practiced strategy by playing Final Fantasy Tactics under Bob's instructions. He drank egg yolk to increase endurance. He lifted weights to gain strengh. He did push ups and sit ups. He went to the butcher to punch meat, to practice fighting flesh (and gain a few extra bucks). He did many training techniques while preparing for the fight, which was being held in a ring that was built between two rooftops. It was quite interesting, the ring seemed to be floating. Rocky couldn't gaze at it for long, because Bob smacked him the back of the head and told him to start doing more push-ups or whatever training they were doing at the time. December 31st 1999. The day of the fight. Rocky knelt down and prayed while Apollo meditated. "Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it." Rocky said to Taarin as he left the locker room with Bob, John and Maci. The others were all outside waiting for the fight to begin. Rocky left the room before he could hear Taarin's wish of luck, and he opened the door and arrived on the rooftop. He walked into the ring slowly. The announcer introduced Apollo and him. They got equal amounts of cheers from the gigantic crowd below and the gigantic crowd watching at home and from other rooftops. At midnight the bell was rung and the fight began. There were no lights on the ring. Only glow in the dark gloves, and glow in the dark boundaries. But the night was quite bright, so Apollo's red white and blue shorts could be easily seen. Rocky threw the first punch. He missed. Apollo threw a punch with some Ki in it. He had total Ki control too. He missed also but manged to make a cut on Rocky's cheek. "Hey Apollo, let's try to keep this a boxing match. No Ki." Said Rocky heartily. "Have it your way, mountain." Replied Apollo jocundly. Rocky and Apollo both threw a punch at the same time. Their fists collided. The arms stayed in that position. They were trying to force the other fist to move so a counter attack could be made. There arms stayed straight like that until the round ended. Rocky and Apollo entered Round 2. Both took quite a beating. A left to Creed's head! A gruesome right jab to Pinnicle's stomach! The fight waged on. Apollo gave the most intense fight he ever gave..and Rocky kept coming back for more. His sheer determination was amazing. "C'mon Rock! You can do it!" yelled John. "Win Rocky!" yelled Maci. "Come on, stupid! He's not that tough!" yelled Bob. Rocky jumped back into the ring and handed Apollo's a to him in Round 3. "There ain't gonna be no rematch, mountain." Said Apollo after the round. It was becoming more than just a fight. It was turning into a war. Taarin quickly shut her eyes in Round 4 when Rocky received a painful blow to the gut. She was afraid to open her eyes. She did not look up at him again until Round 7. Apollo was still dominating. He kept attacking with speed that rivals The Flash, and yet Rocky was blocking most of them. He didn't give up. He just kept going and going, like the Energeizer Bunny. "Rocky Pinnicle is back on the offensive! Look at those blows! Apollo is starting to bruise pretty bad. Pinnicle might win right no-OOO! Creed just punched Pinnicle in the gut. He's stumbling and-there's the bell. That's the end of Round 11." "And now for Round 14. Apollo seems to be dancing around Rocky. Rocky makes a jab. He misses. Another right jab! He misses again! Creed is just toying with him in there! He's taunting him! Rocky throws a southpaw jab! Miss! Apollo throws a right jab and OUCH! Rocky falls against the ropes. Creed charges toward him and darn! Look at that! He just won't stop punching. He's alternating between the head and the gut. Whoa! Huh? There's the bell and that marks the end of this round. Man, those kids sure can fight."Rocky, you can't take no more of this. I gotta stop the fight." Bob told his master. "Apollo, you're bleeding on the inside. I gotta throw in the towel." Said Apollo's close friend, Tony Duke. "You stop this fight and I'll kill ya." Both warriors said together at the same moment. They both had The Eye of The Tiger. Bob gave Rocky some water and then put Rocky's new mouthpiece in. Rocky then ran back into the ring for Round 15. "It's amazing. After all the fights he's been in he has never broken his nose. Not even in this fight." P.J. said to himself as he watched the fighters limp toward each other. Rocky barely raised his arm and forced it to punch Apollo in the left cheek. Apollo forced a blow onto Rocky's right cheek. The kept forcing blows until the final bell rang. Rocky still had an unbroken nose. "The winner by judge scoring is...Apollo Creed!" Apollo jumped with joy as reporters flooded the ring. Half went to Apollo, half went to Rocky. They asked Rocky many questions. But all Rocky said was "Yo Taarin!". She managed to push through the crowd and embrace Rocky in a loving hug. "I love you." said Taarin tearfully. "I love you." replied Rocky. And then their faces slowly moves closer to each other until their lips met. Thus ends my tale about Rocky Pinnicle, a dreamer. Of course, this adventure is only the beginning. He will have many more adventures and many more dreams. And so in the immortal words of Bob"Buy me!" Go buy a Bob T-Shirt, and you'll feel pumped up just like Rocky! End file.	Rocky, Adventure	Fanfiction	null	29,406	12,796
null	Rocky First Fight First Fight A Rocky fan fic Written by Gabe Ricard A lot of people seemed to like my previous _Rocky_ fic _Adrian would have gotten a kick out of that_ and reading back on it I can't quite see why. There was too much cursing, the plot was rehashed and dull blah blah blah. In any event I guess the only appeal it had was that it was the first _Rocky_ fan fic ever written. This fic will really be no different but I figured was a good way to get back into writing after my _Evil Dead_ epic _Evil Dead: Dark Carnival_ (be sure to give that a read when you have the chance) so sit back and enjoy. As always I welcome any and all feedback. "I dunno Pauly…do you really think this is a good idea?" Pauly took a long swig from his mysterious brown paper bag and leaned down to tighten Rocky's glove, his hands slipping once or twice as they tied first the glove on his left then the one on his right. "Trust me Rock…you used to fight all the time back in the neighborhood right?" "Yeah." "Well…this is the same thing…cept with Boxing gloves. You love boxing Rock so this should be no problem." "I hope I win…" replied Rocky hanging his head, "I really need the money Pauly you know?" "I know Rock…that's why I suggested this…you make fifty bucks if you win and twenty-five if you don't." Pauly stumbled a foot back and took another drink from his brown paper bag. "Sides…I know the guy you're fighting…and he's a bum. You'll knock this joker out in…" "How long Pauly?" Pauly's eye's widened and he shot around, nearly losing his balance again and in front of him, dressed in shorts and wearing slightly newer gloves stood a man who's mouth was hidden in a thick, black mustache. With long, black hair that looked to be long overdue for a washing. A small beer gut hung over the waist of his shorts. "Slick Rick…I didn't even hear you-" "Get the hell outta here Pauly…fore I punch your lights out," he gave him one more look up and down and sneered, "I don't think it'd make much of a difference tho." Pauly's expression remained unchanged as he took finished off his brown paper bag and tossed the glass aside and slowly walked out, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Slick Rick looked over at Rocky and it would seem as if he was trying to suppress laughter. "Jesus Christ Balboa what the hell are you doin here? since when are you a fighter?" "Since now…I guess," replied Rocky looking down. Slick Rick must have decided he was through suppressing laughter as he threw back his head and laughed, "I was worried I'd have a tough fight tonight." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah! Hell I thought I'd have to fight The Spider or something!" he laughed again and turned to leave, "See you in the ring Rock," he walked away snickering. Rocky glared, "I'm gonna knock that guy out…" he said to himself standing up feeling awkward in the gloves and shorts. Rocky's thoughts where interrupted when a man dressed as a priest poked his head into the locker room, "Match time Rocky…ya ready?" Rocky nodded, "Yeah." "Great come on out…your lucky tonight." "That right? How?" "Well as far as I kin see…the only drunk likely ta throw somethin is Pauly." "Well that's good…" Rocky threw a few misplaced punches in the air and followed the priest out of the locker room to the ring. ** In the ring… Rocky looked around and saw that there where at least 20 people packed into the church that he was fighting. "At least it's close to my house," muttered Rocky climbing into the ring and walking over to the nearest corner but when he got to it a priest jumped up on the ring apron and told him he was in the wrong corner. Rocky said nothing and was redirected to the corner across from that one. As he walked to his corner he heard someone scream in drunken stupor, "What the hell is this moron doing in the ring!" Rocky chose not to look up and see who it was. He didn't recognize the voice anyway, which was odd since he knew practically everyone in this part of Philadelphia He stood in his corner and watched as Slick Rick made his way into the ring drawing a few scattered cheers from the crowd. Rick stepped inside and went to his corner throwing a few punches in the air and capping it off by pounding them together. The referee, who Rocky recognized as one of the priests, came into the ring and called both men in, shifting his glance between the both of them. "Okay you both…you guys watch boxing so you know the rules," he looked directly at Slick Rick and scowled, "That means YOU Rick. No kicking, no low blows, and break when I tell ya…lets keep it clean FIGHT!" Rick stood back and looked to be hardly containing his glee, "This is gonna be one of the easiest fights of my entire life," "Don't be so sure…" replied Rocky circling Rick as best he could. "Oh? Let's see how you like this!" Rick stopped allowing Rocky to circle him and came out with a barrage of jabs that caused Rocky to lose his balance and fall over. Rocky quickly got to his feet before the referee could hit two. Without saying a word Slick Rick was back on him throwing the same jabs over and over again. Rocky soon adapted and was able to block most of them and even come back with some punches of his own. To his frustration all of his punches where being avoided by Slick Rick who moved with surprising quickness. Finally a bell rang and both men walked over to their corners, Rocky felt exhausted already. A couple minutes later the bell rang and Rocky came back out with a better understanding of how to work in the ring. He came out and began throwing as many punches as he could at Slick Rick and his time some of them hit their intended target. Finally, after one particular punch, Rocky stood back and watched as Slick Rick fell against the ropes. This had taken everything Rocky had but he was going to have to push himself to finish Rick off. He stood back and threw a left with all his strength. To his shock the punch did little. He threw another and the same happened. At that moment the adrenaline began to wear off and Rocky realized how tired he was. Slick Rock sneered, "Tired?" Rocky gave no reply and jumped back putting up his fists in a silent challenge for Rick to come and see how tired he was. Slick Rick gave a knowing smile and charged out throwing the hardest punches Rocky had seen in the match. Rocky tried to keep up in blocking but soon his arms gave way and after taking four direct shots to the head, fell to the canvas. Rocky's head was pounding as he heard the numbers "1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9……10! You're outta here!" Rocky heard the crowd break out in cheers and groaned, he reached up and despite his head still pounding pulled himself to his feet and stared at Rick who walked over to Rocky and gave him another cocky smile, "Stick to loan sharking Rocco…Boxing just isn't your thing." "Yeah Rick…but you know…I can break someone's nose better then anyone." "Doesn't matter…you lost the match so we'll never know." "I wasn't really talking about the fight." Before Rick could say anything Rocky who had had his left glove taken off by a heavily drunken Pauly wound back and met Rick's jaw head on with his fist. Slick Rick fell back several feet and fell to ground and lay unmoving erupting the church into chaos. ** Several minutes later… "Damn Rocco you knocked Rick out!" Pauly grinned and adjusted his hat. Rocky said nothing in reply. A moment later the same man who had called Rocky to his match stepped into the locker room. "Here's your money…" "Great…" Rocky extended his hand and into it a crinkled five dollar bill was placed. "Hey! I thought I was getting twenty five." The man sighed shaking his bald head, "Did you use your own gloves?" "No." "That's ten bucks…are those your shorts?" "Yeah." "They are? Then you get another 2.50 the rest is for locker room," the man reached out and handed Rocky two ones and some change. "Where's the rest?" "Consider it payment for that act of poor sportsmanship after the match…you're lucky we decided not to ban you from fighting next week." "Next week?" "Yeah…we can set you up for another fight against Kid Kash next week. It'll pay thirty dollars if you bring your own gloves and can avoid cheap shots." Rocky sighed, "Sure…I'll be here." "Glad to hear it…I'll have Sid set it up and you be sure to show up same time next week gotcha?" "Sure..." The priest nodded and walked out. Rocky turned to Pauly, "Is that gym owned by that old boxer still around?" "Yeah…" replied Paully who looked to be on the verge of keeling over. "May as well stop by," sighed Rocky slipping on a thick black sweater and walking out of the locker room with a small duffel bag that was one of the only new things he owned. Rocky stepped out of the locker room and saw that the church was about three people away from being deserted. Rocky glanced to his left and saw Slick Rick. His nose was bent slightly to the left and he had a black eye. For the first time that night, Rocky smiled as he set out with Pauly into the cold night of Philadelphia. End. I actually have a couple more Rocky fan fic ideas and will use em if this does well enough. Thanks for reading and as always I hope to hear your thoughts. End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	9,221	10,741.1
null	Rocky Don't Let Nobody Tell Ya Different "C'mon, girl!" Sage Goldmill laughed, running down the steps of the museum. Sage wasn't simply running, she was training. Her dog, Liz, a huge golden retriever, was running alongside her. Liz was also counted on to be Sage's protection, especially when they were running. In a city of gangs, drugs, booze, boxers and druggies, Sage needed protection. Sure, they were generating stares: Who wouldn't stare at a sweaty girl with stringy hair in a baggy gray t-shirt, sports bra and runner's shorts holding a huge golden retriever by a chain? Who wouldn't stare at her, especially because it was four o'clock in the afternoon, most girls her age were doing homework or hanging out at the park? Where there's smoke, there's fire, as the old saying goes. Even in the poorest of communities, people usually set fire to their belongings, to get the insurance money. Or to get rid of people.  "Oh no." Sage mumbled, seeing smoke coming form the general direction of her neighborhood. "Please don't be home, please don't be home." The rest of the way wasn't that far. Sage was in the market by now, right by home and, though she didn't know it yet, the Balboa's house. She did know Robert Balboa from school, they were in the same class, but they were strangers to her. Mrs. Goldmill, her grandmother, used to talk about Mickey, Sage's grandfather, and how he trained 'The Italian Stallion.' Whatever that meant. Well... Sage had met then, however briefly, at Mickey's funeral. Paulie, who Sage secretly called a mafioso, Adrian, who had sold her ten goldfish (nine of whom died within the first week) and Liz, and Rocky, who had actually been crying a bit. Robert had also been there, and had pretty much ignored Sage and Sage pretty much ignored Robert. "Miz, please stay away from th' fire." A fireman directed. "You don't understand! This is my house, I live here with Jessica Goldmill, my grandmother!" Sage was in hysterics. "Then where were ya?" The fireman replied. "Runnin'. Got a problem with that? Did Grandmother survive?"  "Miz... You're t' live with th' Balboas now. Yer Granny said so, she died." "Fine." Sage turned away from the fireman and saw the stretcher covered with a white sheet. A crowed of people, including Adrian and Robert Balboa, were crowded around the scene, watching the firemen put out the flames.    Mrs. Goldmill had been well respected: She was the type of grandmother who made vast amounts of small cookies and gave them to children she saw or when she and the child's parents spoke. Which was why the small house had an almost constant slew of visitors. When a mother dropped off money for some organization, her children came with, and Mrs. Goldmill gave them a cookie each 'for the walk home'. "What'cha all lookin' at? Don't cha all have somthin' else to do?" Sage hollered at the crowd, then bit her lip automatically. Sage did have a slight... temper. She hated being center of attention, and broke Tia Brown's nose in the second grade because Tia said something about Sage's grandfather and what he used to do. It was at this time Adrian and Robert decided to walk over to Sage, Robert trailing more than a little bit behind. What self-respecting thirteen-year-old boy would want to be seen standing next to his mother? Chickie would never give him the end of it. "Oh, hey, Mrs. Balboa. Robert." Sage nodded, turning a shade of pink that was often associated with mild sunburn. She was embarrassed by the show she'd put on by yelling at everyone. Chickie would never give her the end of that one, either.   Sage had always liked 'Mrs. Balboa', as she called Adrian. Adrian had suggested, after Sage coming in once a week for nine weeks choosing a new fish, that she got a dog. Dogs were better at sticking up for themselves and were very loyal. There was a two-year-old already trained dog named Liz at the pet store that day... Sage walked out with a fish, a dog, and a chain leash and collar. That particular fish lived for two weeks. As for Robert, he just thought of Sage as a person. On the rare occasion they were grouped together at school, whether at a table or for some lesson, he didn't pull faces or say loud 'ewws'. Nah, they just got along quietly together, only talking when necessary and that kind of thing. "Sorry for your grandmother." Robert said uncertainly, like he didn't know what to say. "It's alright... she was old anyway." Sage replied, a little sadly. Her parents died, ten of ten goldfish died, her grandpa (Who had always told her that she could do anything she wanted, and "don't let nobody tell you different") and now her grandmother. One thought came to mind: How in the living daylights was she supposed to pay for the funeral? The Goldmills weren't exactly what you'd call rich anymore, and Sage's job at Mr. Creed's Market got her twenty dollars a day. Ten of which went to food, and ten Sage kept herself. "Miz, are you Miz Balboa?" The fireman came up to the trio, boots clomping on the muddy grass. "Yes I am." Adrian replied. "Are you goin' t' be takin' care of Miz Goldmill here?"  "Yes." Adrian answered. The news made both Sage and Robert think of the outcomes: Once Tia Brown, Chickie, and most kids at school heard about this, they'd both be the laughingstock of the school. Teachers would expect both of their homework to be doubly as good, because they were living together. Teachers would also group them together automatically. Adrian may get early gray hairs, but that was besides the point. "Miz Goldmill, t' fire's out. D'yoo wanna see if anythin' was not burn'd t' a crizp?" The fireman asked. "Sure." Sage shrugged, immediately pulling Liz along to the charred house. "If you want to come in, Mrs. Balboa and Robert, you're welcome to." Sage added, remembering her manners. After all, they were practically family to her now, something that Robert would remember and forget in years to come. "Robert, go." Adrian motioned towards the house. Robert obliged, and found Sage crying a bit at a photo that survived the hungry blaze. The photo was of Mickey, standing next to Jessica on their wedding day, looking as happy as possible. They were surrounded by many friends and little family, including Rocky, Adrian, and Paulie. Sage must have noticed Robert standing awkwardly a few feet behind her, because she brushed the tears away angrily. No one could see Sage cry. She was invincible, laughed at everything bad that came her way... Or so it had always appeared. No one saw her cry as she put her nose back into place after it had been broken, no one saw her cry at Mickey's funeral. No one saw her cry about the goldfish, but she did. No one saw her cry when she broke her ankle on the playground in fourth grade. But no one saw her pillow after she'd cried about all those things. "Both of them had their time." She stated again, putting the photo in her pocket. Robert was kind of amazed and shocked. Here was the seemingly invincible, tough, Sage Goldmill crying and saying something kind!    "Your grandparents?"   "Yes. Mickey and Jessica." Sage replied. "Didn't Mickey train-"   "He trained your dad, I know." Sage interrupted. "You were at the funeral, doofus." She continued to what used to be called the kitchen, walking around the charred wall, even though she could just walk right through it.  Now Robert remembered. His dad had been almost crying- something Robert had yet to see again- and so had his mother. "Don't get offensive." Robert retorted, watching Sage find two large mixing bowls that had survived and putting them in a bag. "What're the bowls for?"   "Liz." Sage said simply, as thought it explained everything. "Food, water for the hound?"   "Oh." Finding nothing else in the kitchen except the fire-proof safe that held the money, which she took out and put in the bag, Sage went upstairs.  "Don't be a chicken." She said, and Robert took that as an invitation to come upstairs. There were five rooms upstairs: Mickey and Jessica's room and bathroom, Sage's room, a spare room, and a bathroom. There was also a hall closet. Sage went to her room first. Most of the furniture was destroyed, to ashes and soggy black... wood? It was unrecognizable. Not everything was destroyed, however. A blue bunny that always sat on at the head of the bed was intact, no fire marks, no nothing. Sage quickly but that bunny in her pocket, not the bag. Robert saw but pretended he didn't. A photo of Sage's parents was also intact. Sage glared at it for a long moment, then sighed. Mr. and Mrs. Goldmill were the ones responsible for the money problem. Mickey had a small fortune, but Mr. Goldmill smoked it all away. Mrs. Goldmill never really cared for Sage, and both Mr. and Mrs. Goldmill died when Sage was two. A funeral that only Mickey, Jessica, Sage, Robert, Rocky, and Adrian attended. No one else. The photo went in the bag, after getting slightly crumpled up. "At least now I have an excuse for not doin' that Christmas Break report Mrs. Silver wanted us to do." Sage commented. "Nah. She'll just ask that you write about how your house caught fire and your grandma died." Robert shook his head. "That woman has no emotion in her whatsoever." Sage shook her head. "I feel sorry for her."  Robert and Sage glanced at each other and began laughing. As it turned out, the only other thing that survived was a golden chain Mickey used to wear. Sage immediately clipped it around her neck, remembering Mickey. "You gonna wear that?" Robert asked, a little amused. "Yeah. So?" Sage replied. "He told me that I could have it when I was older." She admitted, letting her guard down as she had so many times already today. "Cool." Robert shrugged. There was something that caught Sage's eye: A pair of boxing gloves, hanging in the closet. She went to go get them. "Gloves?" Robert asked, lifting an eyebrow. Sage grinned. "You never know." These gloves were Mickey's old gloves. Well-worn, broken in... Perfect, in other words. Sage decided to take them so she could train and just because they were Mickey's. But Robert couldn't know that she went to the abandoned gym every day. That may just be pure embarrassment, to Sage at least. _Later, watching television in the Balboa's basement._ "Paulie, this is Sage. You've met her before." Adrian said, shaking her head in disgust at her brother staring at the television. "Wha-? Oh. 'Ello." Paulie replied, looking at Adrian and Sage, then back at the television, which was showing an old fight between Rocky and someone else. "Paulie, turn that stupid shit off." Rocky mumbled, from behind Adrian and Sage, making Sage jump a bit. * * * Yeeeee! A Rocky fanfiction! I'm not sure if I got the dates/timing right... so bear with me, correct me, etc etc. What can I do better, what was the strong points in the story? Did it build up enough character for Sage? I had lots of fun with the fireman's accent.... lol. * * * End file.	Rocky, Family, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	10,988	12,837.7
null	Rocky Adrian would have got a kick out of that Adrian would gotten a kick out of that- Written by Gabe Ricard A Rocky fan fic I don't have much of an opening to babble about so I'm just going to see enjoy the Rocky fic and let me know what you think. Jimmy Cooper saw the jab from Rick coming a mile away. _"So fucking predictable."_ He sneered moving his hide just far back enough for the punch to miss him and Jimmy knew he had it. His left arm came out like a missile, nearly shattering Rick's jaw. Jimmy stood back and watched the sneer still on his lips as Rick crashed to the ground. "Come on you piece of shit! I came here to spar not fucking make out!" As he said this Rick's trainer ran into the ring and looked up at Jimmy and glared, "What's your fucking problem Jimmy? It's a spar for Christ's sake!" Jimmy shrugged, "It's not my fault your boy can't fight to save his life. Get him out of my ring." "Aint your ring kid." Jimmy's eyes widened and he bolted around to see an old man who had been watching most of the fight. "Say that to my dad old man he owns this piece of shit gym." Snapped Jimmy the sneer returning to his lips the old man gave no reply and walked back to the other ring to watch another fight. Jimmy watched the old man walking away with a small amount of disbelief then slumped against the ropes in the corner turning to his friend Mark. "Who the hell was that guy?" "That was the guy your dad bought the gym from. I don't know who he is but from what I heard his wife died awhile back and he had to sell his gym to cover the expenses. I guess your dad let him stick around as a trainer." "That's my dad," grinned Jimmy. "I've never noticed him in here before though." "That's because your too busy beating this hit out of every lamer who steps foot in this gym," replied Mark. "That old guy is awfully familiar though." Jimmy nodded then leaned turned around so that he could see the other ring, "Hey old man! How about coming over here and giving me some expert advice." The old man turned and stared at Jimmy for a moment then jumped off the ring apron and walked over to the other ring slowly climbing into it so that he was right next to Jimmy. Jimmy looked back at his friend and gave him a "watch this" look then turned back to the old man. "So how bout it? Got any pearls of wisdom for me?" The old man shook his head; "I don't give out advice to overconfident rich punks." Once again the arrogant sneer left Jimmy's face and he turned serious, "What did you say old man?" "You hear me," he replied. So what? I'm not good enough? Have you ever even boxed before old man?" "A couple times." "How about you and me spar a little?" he noticed the horrified look on his friends face and ignored it. He waited for the old man to reply and grew more annoyed when he did not give an immediate reply. "Come on old man! Teach me a couple things." "Hey Jimmy baby" Jimmy turned around to see his girlfriend Nancy standing next to the ring." "Nancy, I thought I was gonna pick you up later," Jimmy had momentarily forgotten the old man and was now thinking about how good he was gonna feel a little later that night. "I know, But I had some extra time so I thought I'd come down and watch you fight." She brushed back her long blond hair. "Kill anyone?" "No not yet," he smiled turning back to the old man whose demeanor and facial expression had not changed at all. "This old man was just about to have a little spar with me and give me a few pointers right old man?" "If you think you can win." "Ohhhh, a little confident are we? Well go get yourself a glove but don't bother changing into some trunks. I don't want my poor girlfriend to be scarred by some olds guys beer gut. Besides, I have a feeling it's gonna be a short fight." "So do I." Mark looked across the ring at the old man still trying to think of where he had seen him before. He shook his head and turned back to Jimmy who he figured, never looked more confident in his entire life. "Look Jimmy man do we really need to do this? He's gotta be like sixty years old.." Jimmy shook his head, "Don't be such a chicken shit. I know how old this guy is. Don't worry I'll tap him a little and he'll go down and head back to the senior citizens home. End of fucking story." "I dunno man He's not even wearing gloves." "So? Like it'll matter." "All right Jimmy, do it quick though so we can get back to training. You got a big exhibition match next weekend and he's supposed to be pretty tough." "Sid Euedy right?" "Yeah," "He'll be easier to knock out then the old guy!" He looked down at Nancy. "Let me just mop up here and then I'll change and we can go out." "Okay baby hurry though." "Are we gonna fight today or would you and your girl like a few more minutes?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow as he turned and looked at the old man who taken his hat off and had taken off his faded leather jacket. Jimmy was mildly surprised at how well built the old man was for someone who looked more aged then his father. "A little excited to get started huh? Well medication can always give a little adrenaline shot." He smacked his gloves together and jumped back and forth then walked to the center of the ring where the old man had been standing the whole time. "Hey Jimmy! Put on your helmet man!" Jimmy turned around and shook his head, "I'm not gonna need it." He turned back to the old man "Well let's get this over with. As you can see I'm gonna be a busy guy later on." The old man gave no reply and stood back slightly raising his fists. Jimmy could hardly contain himself. _"Shouldn't need to do too much."_ He thought he threw a few light jabs a couple inches away from the old man then danced back and forth. Then out of nowhere jabbed the right side of the old mans head causing him to step back a little but otherwise retain his posture. Jimmy threw another punch but this time the old man blocked it. Growing more surprised by the minute; Jimmy threw three more similar punches all of which the old man blocked. _"Fuck this piece of shit,"_ growled Jimmy to himself deciding to throw one good roundhouse and give the old man a broken nose and the knowledge not to fuck with the younger generation. He sneered again and wound back and had the punch aimed dead on. In one swift moiton the old man stepped back and ducked slightly coming back up with an uppercut so hard it knocked Jimmy a good three feet in the air before crashing to the ground. Jesus Christ! You knocked him out!" exclaimed Mark climbing into the ring to check on Jimmy. "That was some fucking punch man! The only guy I knew who could uppercut like that was this guy my dad took to watch when I was a kid Rocky Balbo-" He stopped as a realization came over him, "Holy shit! Y-Your-" "Just an old man," replied Rocky smiling slightly as he put on his jacket and climbed out of the ring walking to the entrance. "Couldn't resist could ya pop?" Rocky smiled as he pushed the door open and walked out into the cold night air," Nope." "Well you taught that guy a lesson I couldn't stand that fucking prick. Karen was getting worried about ya and so was Joey." "Sorry about that son," apologized Rocky coughing as he walked down the street with his son. "I still can't believe the way you played out Jimmy knowing the whole time you could knock him out." "Yeah, Adrian would have gotten a kick out of that." Rocky coughed again and threw an arm around Rocky jr. as they turned a corner in the cold streets of Philadelphia. End. I'm not a huge Rocky fan though I did like all the movies (Except part four. Ugh) and had a long running idea for a fan fic that I finally decided to use to put a fic in an category that's been empty for awhile at FF/NET. Thanks for reading and be sure to let me know what you thought. One more note if you're a fan of gothic poetry go read some of Blue Bunny's stuff found in the poetry section. She's really good! Once again thanks for reading. End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	7,993	10,135.4
null	Rocky 1. A Shame Summary: inspired to do this after reading a recent fandom secret over on lj, about Ivan Drago and how misunderstood/manipulated he is. I kind of agree, so this is what comes out. It takes place not very long after Rocky IV. Is also inspired by a pretty depressing insight Sylvester Stallone had on the future of Ivan Drago's character; basically becomes a drunk and commits suicide. This will probably have some hints of Drago/Rocky, but in a borderline sense. This is friendship first and foremost, and there will be warnings if it is taken further in any chapter. So if you don't like, maybe don't read! ;) 888 888 888 Lost In Translation 888 888 888 Chapter 1 A Shame Ivan wipes his mouth and looks with disinterest at the red line splitting across his hand. It's not especially painful, and he has been expecting it anyway. "Want me to add another one to that?" Balboa asks. He isn't taunting him. Well, so far as Ivan can tell. He isn't very good at reading people. Isn't very good with people anyway. Maybe Balboa _is_ taunting him. Ivan wipes his mouth again. He's been standing in Balboa's doorway for about two minutes, attempting to say something useful. It has been an excruciating effort so far, since he can barely hold Balboa's gaze for more than a few seconds. "Why're you here?" Balboa asks the obvious question. Ivan isn't sure. He hasn't thought about that. Well he has, but not_ why_. There's a difference. He wants to say something, but his mouth is too dry and his throat feels like it might be closing in. This always happens. He looks at Balboa's hands. They don't look very extraordinary out of their gloves. Neither does anything else about him. That's what's so amazing though. Sometimes he wonders if it was all a dream. He opens his mouth, and still he's a mute. Balboa makes a snorting sound, and Ivan recognises it easily as derision. The sort which he finds too often these days, but for some reason it's much worse coming from Balboa. "I guess you forgot to pack your tongue again," Balboa says. Ivan tries again; "I come to see you," he begins, and his voice breaks a bit at the end. "Yeah, I can see that," there is mild sarcasm there, but at least Balboa is looking at him now, like he might be kind of interested. "What is it? Somethin' about the fight? You lookin' for another?" he looks Ivan up and down. "I'm done with that. I fought for Apollo. You know that." Ivan physically recoils. His stomach tightens with the name, and even though he tries to ignore it, it's actually impossible. It forces the words from his mouth. A soft, cracked sound. He's not even sure if he's spoken them; "I am sorry," there it is. There isn't so much a relief residing over him now, as there is a weight moving past his chest. Not gone, but shifting anyway. Balboa stares at him, like he's looking at him for the first time. Ivan's not sure what it's supposed to mean, but his heart is a hammer, like it's going to burst out of him. Balboa turns away. "I don't need no apology. It's not gonna change nothin' now, is it?" Ivan swallows, and looks at the ground. In a way, he's furious Balboa hasn't punched him yet. He's braced for it, he's expecting it, _he wants it._ It's so disappointing. "Who did that, anyway?" Balboa gestures to his lip. "some crazy drunk?" Ivan shakes his head. "Someone. I don't know." "They were probably crazy," Balboa's mouth curves something like a vague smile. "Well. Thanks anyway. For apologisin' and stuff. Guess it's appreciated." There is nothing in his eyes. The weight in Ivan's chest settles again, like a stubborn throb. It's not going to leave him, he understands that now. He feels dizzy. Balboa's face draws into something like concern, and then his voice, matching it; "You okay?..." He's not. Definitely not. They've told him it's normal. Beads of sweat turning red, ache in the gut, till it comes up again, and then ragged breathing. Cold sweats. It happens sometimes. He's been told not to worry about it, so he tries not to, but it's harder to deal with like this. When he's standing in Rocky Balboa's doorway, and Balboa is watching him like that. "_Hey_," Balboa is suddenly much closer. Ivan wonders how that happened, and then wonders how he has found the floor. And his body is shaking, even though he's not cold at all. A hand reaches his own, and then fingers curl together and Ivan does not want to let go. "Okay, it's okay," says Balboa. Ivan blinks up at the other man, and there is a strange moment of clarity. Then nothing else exists in his mind for a little while. 8 When he wakes, Balboa is cradling his head, like he might be something too fragile. It is almost funny. "Wake up," Balboa says, rocking him a bit. It's soothing, Ivan doesn't want it to stop. "You hear me? Drago?" It's a chore to keep his eyes open, they feel heavy. But Balboa is very close, and Ivan wants to look at him. "I called a doctor. They're coming right now." Ivan tries to nod, since his mouth isn't working again for some reason. His head aches and there is something warm sliding down his cheek. "You cut yourself," Balboa explains. "When you fell," Ivan rolls his head to the side and closes his eyes. He doesn't even remember falling, but it doesn't matter now. There's a hand sweeping over his face, very carefully. He feels safe. 888 888 ~thanks for reading, more to come. 2. Encounters Chapter 2 888 888 888 Encounters 888 888 Waking up again is not a relief. There are machines making whirring sounds. Ivan is so sick of machines. He pulls a wire from his wrist and sits up. "They've told you to take it easy," Ludmilla places a hand on his arm. He lies back down and stares at the ceiling. He can feel her watching him for a long time, even when he shuts his eyes, and pretends he is not there anymore. "You can come out in a few days. Nicoli will be there to greet you,"she tells him, and then stands up. He listens as her footsteps click along the tiled floor and fade away. He doesn't open his eyes again until he hears the door close. 8 Nicoli is waiting for him. There is an unceremonious moment, where a hand grasps his own, and there is a forced smile between them. Maybe Ivan doesn't read people very well, but he knows Nicoli well enough, and he knows when it isn't real. It doesn't matter anyway. All false pretences disappear when they're out of the hospital, in the dark of a foreign street. Ivan had almost forgotten he was there. "Balboa found you," Nicoli states, like he's just swallowed a very hard pill. Ivan's tight smile falls away and he looks at the ground. It's easier that way. "What sort of game was that?" Nicoli snaps. "You wanted to go crawling to that american fool for forgiveness? What has he turned you into?" The voice echoes all about the street, and the slap of skin on skin is even louder, when Nicoli's hand connects with Ivan's face. It stings like it always does, but Ivan does not react anymore. He doesn't say anything. "Ridiculous," Nicoli snorts, and then walks away. 888 When he returns home he waits a few minutes outside the house. The curtains are drawn in the front bedroom, and he knows what to expect. The front door opens then and a man walks out who Ivan does not recognise. There is a tremor of nerves on the stranger's face, but Ivan just walks past him into the house. He closes the door and looks up the stairs to see his wife in her dressing gown with a cup of coffee. "Hello, dear," she says, with not a trace of regret. "Good flight?" Ivan has walked in on his wife fucking before, so it isn't anything new. Before it was Nicoli, but Ivan doesn't particularly care who it happens to be. The only thing is that they thinks he doesn't know, and they exchange smiles that make him feel ill and like he shouldn't be there. They think he's stupid. He's...not exactly okay with it, just resigned. 8 "I'll be accompanying Nicolai to Rome," Ludmilla tells him one early morning, kisses him briefly on the cheek. She doesn't even bother with reasons anymore. Ivan looks at her body, naked in the morning light. They haven't had sex for a long time, and Ivan does not miss it with her. But he does miss it. "Okay," he says, and closes his eyes. Sometimes he wishes he hadn't come home. 888 The phone rings and Ivan hears Balboa's voice on the other end. He holds the handle a bit tighter. "Hey. Hope you don't mind I got your number," Balboa says casually, more like a drawl. There is a tiny silence. "Just wonderin' if you're...okay..." Ivan stares out the window. It's drizzling rain and the sky is grey. "Yes," he says. There is another tiny pause, and for a moment Ivan thinks the line is dead. Then; "I'm here, just checking out the lovely scenery, you know. And I like the snow kinda, you know?" Ivan feels his mouth turning up a fraction. "You are here?" he wonders out loud. Something strange has happened to his stomach; it feels tight, but not in a terrible way. "Yeah. So. If you're around. Let me know." Ivan eventually finds his voice; "yes," and hesitates. "Thank you," 888 There is a knock at the door, and Ivan almost pretends not to hear it. His english is still quite broken, so he worries about talking, even more than usual. Balboa looks friendly though. There is something very disarming about him, out of the ring. Ivan wonders if he looks the same. He doesn't have much of an impression of himself. "Is your wife around?" Balboa says, like its obligatory. "She is away," "Right," Balboa nods, and then suggests going for a drink. Ivan doesn't drink too much, which makes Balboa laugh and ask him if he's as Russian as he appears. Balboa drinks for them both, and Ivan mostly just stares at the table, wondering how this strange situation even started. "You don't talk much, do you," Balboa says after a while, and looks thoughtful. "Is it cos of the language thing?" He speaks in a gentle voice, like he's trying to coax something from a terrified child. Ivan also notices he has leaned forwards a bit, like he expects Ivan is going to whisper his reply. Ivan shrugs, then clears his throat. "I'm Russian," he says in explanation. He is happy to hear Balboa laugh at that, and he manages to look Balboa in the eye. It's not quite as terrible as he thinks it might be. "And...I am not...my english is...still not good." "You sound fine to me," Balboa tells him, something like a smile on his face. "Anyway, I'm not exactly Shakespeare here, am I?" Ivan looks at the table. Doesn't know what he's supposed to say. Balboa sighs. "Let me buy you a drink. C'mon, just one." Ivan lets him. "Why did you come here?" he decides to ask after a while. "Besides all the snow? Same thing as you," Ivan is confused. "To say sorry," Balboa elaborates. Ivan is even more confused. "I do not...understand..." "I beat you up pretty good. Don't it deserve an apology?" Something tugs up at the edges of Ivan's mouth. "That's the first time I've seen you do that," says Balboa, and he is grinning. "Y'know, it makes a big difference." Ivan tips his head, embarrassed, and finds himself smiling a bit more. "Beautiful," Balboa says. 8888 3. Like A Robot This fic got homoerotic very quickly. I have no regrets. It's Ivan Drago era Dolph Lundgren. What do you expect. 888 888 Chapter 3 Like A Robot The pulse of anxiety is a constant behind Ivan's exterior. His tomb of strength is always being challenged, chipped away at by outside monsters, but even more his own. He knows that one day he'll crack and there just won't be the strength or even a purpose to fixing it anymore. It is a losing battle, between what comes for him and what fights inside of him, it is useless. For a time, he is happy of Balboa's distraction. The determined sheer force of the other man is already a thing of awe to Ivan, and somehow he finds himself drawn into a want he has never felt before. 8 "It's because your Russian, isn't it?" Balboa says, for perhaps the hundredth time. He's used this as an excuse for everything Ivan says (or does not say), and does. Like now, when Ivan can't bring himself to accept Balboa's forgiveness, not without turning away and feeling the familiar twist in his stomach. "I mean it," Balboa says, and repeats; "I know you're sorry." It makes little difference to Ivan. Maybe it _is_ because he's Russian, he doesn't really know anything else. Is he supposed to be okay with killing someone now? It can't be that easy. Balboa places a hand on Ivan's shoulder, and it's the first time he's ever done that. With a fierce instinct, Ivan shoves the contact away. "Don't," "Why?" Balboa isn't going to back down. "You're the one who came to me, remember? Or were you too fucked up on drugs to remember any of that?" Ivan meets Balboa's gaze, a tide of fear clinging to his torso, the realisation that Balboa probably knows everything. Of course he does. "Didn't you come to apologise? Or was that all some dream?" Balboa presses. "I didn't-" Ivan doesn't know why he's protesting the fact. "I am not..." "You're _not_ sorry?" Balboa raises a brow, and although he looks entirely sceptical, there is a trace of worry on his face. Ivan doesn't want him to think anything like that. "No," he says quietly. "of course I am..." he tails off and bows his head. There is the hum of voices in the background. He's almost forgotten that they're in a bar, and people occasionally brush by. Sometimes people stare at them; the poisonous amount that like to say words against Ivan, although he doesn't really hear what they say anymore. And anyway Balboa's hand has somehow curved under his chin, tilting his head back up to look at him. That distraction. "I know you are," Balboa says, the assurance deep in his voice. Somebody walks by and says something jeering, pulling Ivan out of the moment. He gestures to the bar exit and they leave at once. 8 Outside, Balboa stares at Ivan in small confusion. "What did he say?" Ivan shakes his head. "Nothing," "C'mon, that's not fair. Tell me." Ivan feels his face heating up, and Balboa notices at once. He smiles uncertainly. "Sorry...if that all looked a bit...over friendly in there?" Ivan is relieved that Balboa cottons on so quickly, so relieved that he laughs a tiny bit, and feels better for it. Balboa looks at him, happy surprise lighting up his features. "Maybe I'll have to start doing that more often," he considers, and briefly takes Ivan's arm, as they walk away. "If I can get a laugh from the silent Russian, I must be doing something right, hm?" 8 Ivan lets Balboa lead them wherever he wants to go, and somehow they wind up outside Ivan's training facility. Balboa stares at it and whistles. "Can we go in?" he asks, the eagerness obvious in his voice. Ivan hesitates. Though it's ridiculous to even consider that he shouldn't, it's there anyway. Like an automatic reaction, like a robot. "C'mon, you can tell me all your superhuman secrets," Balboa decides for him, and leads the way. Inside it's dim and empty, not that Ivan had expected anything else. Instinctually he looks to the spectators glass box, where Nicoli is usually watching him. To see it abandoned is strangely liberating, and Ivan does not head straight to the changing room for once. Instead he turns and watches Balboa, who is looking at everything as though it is an amazing dream. "You got everything here," he says, and taps random buttons on random keypad consoles, watching how they light up and coordinate with different machines. "Holy shit," Ivan sits on a bench, smiling a bit at Balboa's awe. "Look, what the heck is that?" Balboa says, and ends up tapping a machine to figure it out anyway. "Oh...for biceps? I get it now..." he looks at Ivan. "Do you want to try it?" "Sure," Balboa nods, and quickly takes a seat. The familiar set of determination crosses Balboa's face, and Ivan watches him as he flexes and lifts the handles. Maybe they're heavier than anticipated, because Balboa grunts, but apart from that makes no sign that he'll stop. Ivan sits back, watching is somehow easy, and he thinks he could do it forever. Eventually Balboa stops and wipes a hand over his brow. He grimaces a bit at Ivan; "Are these weights set for you?" Ivan nods. "That figures. No wonder you're perfect," he carries on before Ivan has the chance to deny such a thing; "so you gonna show me how it's actually done?" Ivan does a better job of disguising his uncertainty this time. After all, if he's confident of anything, its this sort of thing. He nods and stands up, briefly looking over the machine and then sitting at it. He puts his elbows on the rest in front of him and takes the handles, easily lifting the weights up. A screen flashes up on the machine console, giving out a few numbers. Balboa keeps his eyes on Ivan, and Ivan is very aware of that. He feels another set of weights, press against his shoulders. Balboa is standing behind him, holding the tense mass of muscles there, and Ivan wants to stop flexing but somehow knows he cannot. He focuses ahead, watching the numbers get higher and more nonsensical, because really he can't concentrate on anything else. "Your muscles are crazy," Balboa comments, like there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe there really isn't, and Ivan is just being strange to think otherwise. Strange to feel his heart rattling in his rib cage, the thrum of his pulse getting quick with everything but the weight of the machine. Rocky's hands are the greatest weight he's ever felt, and they're not leaving. They're tight on his shoulders, moving slowly...fingers digging against his skin, smoothly and with a rhythm, loosening the muscle...even if it's a burden on his nervous mind, the touch is gentle, and at the back of his mind, Ivan can feel himself unfolding. He likes this. What is it... The dimness of the gym suddenly lights up, casting them both in a spotlight. Ivan straightens (he'd somehow found himself leaning heavily back) and the weight on his shoulders falls away in an instant. "I saw a light on," Nicoli says. He is standing in the doorway, smiling innocently. Ivan know's better. He blinks at the ground, listening as Nicoli gets closer to them. "It's always nice to see you training after hours, Drago." "I was-" Ivan speaks to the floor. "He was giving me a demonstration, Mr. Koloff," Balboa interrupts smoothly. "Was very impressive," Nicoli keeps smiling. "Was it? But not on par with you I suspect, Mr Balboa?" there is a biting edge in his tone. "Though we do our best with Ivan, I'm sure you've come to appreciate that." "Yes," Balboa nods, uncertainly. He looks at Ivan, like he expects him to say something. Instead Nicoli walks over to him, puts a hand on Ivan's shoulder, though it is a far different sensation to anything Ivan felt a few moments before. His body freezes and his throat has closed in on itself. "Drago is impressive, yes, Mr Balboa," Nicoli looks Balboa up and down. "But perhaps that is a greater testament to you, and how easily you claim victory," he shakes his head, more to himself, then looks down at Ivan. Ivan blinks ahead, pretending that the hand clamped on his shoulder is not Nicoli's. "I can assure you it was no easy victory against Drago," Balboa says. "wouldn't it be stupid to think it was? I mean, you thought he was gonna win, didn't you, Mr Koloff?" Ivan looks up at him, always surprised by Balboa. "True," Nicoli admits. "so greater the disappointment," "Mr Koloff-" "It is a great shame, I cannot deny," Nicoli interrupts. "When you expect a specimen, made to win, turns out a loser," his mouth moves a vaguely sarcastic smile. "But what can we do, Mr Balboa? But live with that?" Balboa pulls a face, and Ivan notices the fury flashing behind his eyes. He is still surprised with the way Balboa grabs Nicoli's arm, and wrenches it away from his shoulder. "Funny, how differently people look at things," Balboa says. He looks like he wants to punch Nicoli out. Ivan isn't sure he'd try to stop him. Nicoli does not seem upset by it, and he just takes a step back, and smiles sardonically at them. "It's interesting. To see you both out of the ring together. I can almost see...how you might forgive him, Mr Balboa," his gaze holds on Balboa for the longest time, and then he turns and leaves. The lights dim down again in the gym. Unconsciously, Ivan sighs and sinks forward against the bicep machine, letting his head lean heavily in his hands. Balboa's hand hesitates on his shoulder, but this time Ivan wants it there, and all the uncertainty before that has vanished away. "Man. What an asshole," Balboa says. 8888 4. A Last Drink Chapter 4 - A Last Drink 888 888 "How do you stand him?" Rocky asks. It's been just over a week, and Ivan is so used to Balboa being around that he doesn't like to think about when he isn't. "I don't know how you do it," Balboa says. "he's a headcase, that's for sure." They're walking along a strip of road Ivan isn't familiar with. Balboa has a habit of leading the way, and Ivan has a habit of following without question. Yesterday they ended up in an old mans pub, and one of the old men had stared and asked them if they were lost. Ivan felt his face heat up and wanted to leave, whilst Balboa laughed and got into a strained conversation with them about the differences between Russian and American beer. Now Ivan is getting used to when Balboa does things like that, or at least he's starting to learn what to expect. "So. Are you ever going to stand up to that guy? Or you gonna just, you know, keep acting like his pet robot, or something?" Balboa stops at the corner of some street. Ivan turns to face him. "pet robot?" he wonders. Balboa snorts. "yeah. Look, I'm not tryin' to be rude or nothin', but he's playin' you a fool, Drago." Ivan considers. Balboa hasn't really stopped ranting about Nicoli since that incident in the gym. He doesn't want to let it go, and Ivan is confused and fascinated by it. He keeps wondering if it's because Balboa actually cares. "Nicoli is my superior," he decides simply. "I have to take his orders," "you don't _have _to do anything, you lunatic," Balboa starts to say something else, but then seems to think better of it. Instead he just looks Ivan up and down and shakes his head, smiling a bit. "c'mon. Let's make the last drink a good one," Ivan lets Balboa take his elbow, realising that this is his last night in Russia. He didn't imagine he'd be sad about it, but there it is. "Maybe I'll achieve the impossible, and get you drunk?" Balboa grins. 8 They go to a bar Ivan has never seen before. All streaking lights and loud disco music. Ivan pushes some money into Balboa's hand. "For me?" Balboa puts on a girlish tone and laughs. "thanks, Drago," his tone is sincere though, and Ivan leans on a table, watching Balboa's back as he goes to get the drinks. There's figures dancing all around him, but Ivan isn't keen on anything like this at all. If he could he'd be outside, or maybe even at home. He wonders if he really is a robot sometimes. He blinks up and notices Balboa is talking to a women at the bar. She's curling her hair round her ear and laughing. Ivan looks away. At least he'd be able to talk to Balboa at home. "Hey," Balboa taps his shoulder and puts a drink in his hands. "Thought maybe I was gonna lose you in all these crazies for a minute," Ivan follows Balboa's gaze all around, barely noticing that a group of women have been edging around him, closer and closer. "D'you want me to save you?" Balboa smirks around his drink. Ivan swallows, obscenely embarrassed, and nods his head. Balboa grabs his arm and pulls him away. "sorry, ladies. He's taken." Ivan lets Balboa drag him through the crowd, through the blur of lights and dancing bodies, and then to a dark corner of the bar. "Perfect," Balboa says, and takes a seat. "we'll be safe for...oh, about five minutes, maybe?" Ivan tips back his drink, wanting to disappear with his embarrassment. "Does it ever get old?" Balboa is still smirking at him. "What?" "You know what. You could have your pick of_ anyone_ in this room." Ivan frowns at the table. "I don't think so," "Sure you can," "I am married," Ivan tells him. It's far harder to say than he'd thought. Balboa leans back in his chair. "Yeah, but you wouldn't know it," Ivan looks at him, feels like he's been hit harder than any punch he ever got in the ring. "What do you mean?" he holds his glass a little tighter. "Just what you think," Balboa mutters, stirring his drink with an idle finger. Ivan feels hot and uneasy. For once he's thankful for the blasting music, thumping against his ears, and the distracting shapes of people dancing around them. Anything to save looking at Balboa for another moment. A few people are staring at them like vultures, Ivan stands and goes to the restroom. 8 Inside it's much cooler, and the pounding music is just a dull thump against Ivan's head. He leans against the tiled wall and Balboa's voice echoes about his mind, like he knows everything. "Are you mad with me?" Balboa is standing in the doorway. He looks kind of upset. "think I needed a bit of um...fresh air too," he looks at the stained urinal stands and curls his lip. "those girls love any old american accent, apparently." Ivan pushes away from the wall, and shakes his head. "I'm not mad," "Even if you sometimes act like a robot, you don't lie very well," Balboa steps properly into the room, smiles half heartedly. "Look, I'm sorry I said that about your marriage. It's not my place to say stuff like that. I don't know what goes on with you and your woman. So I'm sorry." "It's okay," Ivan says automatically, and feels resigned. "it is not...much of a marriage." "I'm sure it's not that bad," "It's not bad. Just...disappointing." Ivan can't think of any other way to describe it. He has seen the way Balboa looks when he talks about Adrian. It's something Ivan doesn't think he'll ever know. The touch of skin over his hand startles him to his senses. He blinks to find Balboa's hand there, vaguely touching him, but his attention is on the door. "C'mon. I think the crowds died down a bit. We can survive one last drink, right?" 888 They leave after a few more than one last drink, and Ivan feels dizzy and wonders if Balboa can tell that he's having trouble walking properly. Balboa's shoulder bumps him, and then Ivan realises he's just as drunk. Balboa hugs himself. "Man, it's cold." Ivan looks sideways at him, thinks about offering his jacket, but hesitates too long. Balboa walks ahead, "where are we, anyways?" "I'm not sure," Ivan says, and he still doesn't recognise the street at all. He's not worried, though. For once, he's kind of relaxed. He ambles a little closer to Balboa. "Are you...are you going back tomorrow, then?" "Yeah, around midday. I think the kid's missing me." "Your wife, too?" "Oh, she says she don't, but I can tell when she's winding me up, you know?" Balboa smiles, mostly to himself it seems. Ivan envies that look, how Balboa seems to recall a fond memory with such ease. For a moment Ivan wishes he was a part of whatever it is. "You gonna miss me?" Balboa asks. He sounds like he's joking. He probably is, but Ivan answers anyway, not having to think; "Yes," "Yeah?" Balboa looks at him, like it's such a shock. Then he laughs and pats Ivan's shoulder. Even though he's drunk, his expression seems to sober when he looks at Ivan properly. "well, me too. Hey, wait a minute," He stops walking and digs around in his pockets. "It's here somewhere." Ivan stands there, swaying in his own vague intoxication. He finds his hand is rested on Balboa's shoulder, and Balboa is holding his arm with his free hand, like he's keeping him upright, and he knows Ivan is such a lightweight. It probably looks really strange. Ivan doesn't really care. "Damnit," Balboa curses. "I'm sure I brought it with me-" At the same time a voice yells. It's very close to Ivan's ear, but Ivan reacts too slowly. He hears a cry and then he sees Balboa on the floor, holding a bloody lip. There's a man standing over him, and something metallic is shining in his hand. He swears in Russian, but doesn't get a step closer to Balboa. Ivan cuts in between them and pounds his fist straight into the attacker's gut. The man drops the knife and falls like a dead weight. "Shit," Balboa scrambles to his feet, eyes wide. "Is he...?" Ivan doesn't care about that. He holds Balboa's shoulder. "are you okay?" he asks. The blood on Balboa's lip looks black in the dark. "Yeah, man. Don't worry," Balboa is still looking at the fallen attacker. "Shit." he says again. Ivan tears his gaze away from Balboa, and then feels sick. His hand is throbbing a bit with that punch, even though it was clumsy. He keeps forgetting he's kind of a good boxer. He doesn't want to have that guilt again. Even if it's just for some stupid tramp on the street. For a moment he is petrified, then he notices the man's chest moving, and a groan escapes his mouth. "You big dope," Balboa laughs unevenly. "I thought you killed him," "So did I," Ivan kneels down. The weight of this relief is sudden and overwhelming. His legs feel unsteady. He rubs a hand roughly over his face. Another shadows falls across him. "He'll be okay," Balboa says gently. "well, maybe a bit brain damaged...but seems like he probably already was," he attempts to joke, and Ivan appreciates it somewhere in his frustration. "I was stupid," he murmurs. "that was stupid." "Hey, you're my hero," Balboa corrects him. "Could've saved my life." Ivan stares at the knife, lying a few feet away. "Could have killed him," Balboa sighs. "let's just get this bum to a hospital and we can forget about it." 8 A hospital turns out to be just down the road, and they leave the tramp in the waiting room, slumped between a Coke machine and a man muttering something about his pregnant sister-in-law. Ivan and Rocky leave when a nurse comes over to see to their crazy tramp. Outside, Ivan calls for a cab and pays for it to take them home. Balboa laughs about his attacker, and wonders if most Russians are out for his blood or if it's just a one off sort of thing. Ivan feels sleepy and kind of sick. He really is a lightweight. Still he enjoys listening to Balboa talk. Outside Ivan's house, they stand for a few minutes, not really awkward, but there's a strange atmosphere. Ivan notices that Balboa's lip is still dark with blood. "Do you want something...for the cut?" he asks. Balboa touches his lip. "Nah. thanks. Ain't nothin' compared to the ring, right?" he grins, and then grimaces with the way it makes his lip throb. "Nice right hook, though." "I'm sorry," Ivan feels obligated to say. "Not everyone is...crazy," Balboa laughs, in a knowing way. "Oh, I figured that." Ivan can feel Balboa's eyes on him for a few long seconds. Then Balboa seems to have a light bulb moment. He searches in his pockets again. "ah, I knew it was here somewhere," he takes out some little rectanglar tab with a victorious face. "Here, you keep this," he puts it in Ivan's hand. It's a ticket to America. Ivan stares at it blankly, then at Balboa. "Why?" Balboa shrugs. "I dunno. Just in case you ever wanted to drop by again. I can give you a proper tour. I even got a robot butler," he pauses, "Plus, America can be pretty alright, y'know?" Ivan thinks he understands what Balboa's saying. Somehow his heart beats a little faster, and he can feel himself smiling at the ticket. He puts it in his pocket. He doesn't hesitate or anything, when he takes Balboa's hand and gives it a firm shake. "Thank you," he says. "It was good to see you again, Balboa," he means it. "Look. Call me Rocky. Everyone who saves me from drunk Russian tramps does," Rocky smiles in an earnest way, like he hopes that Ivan will call him that. Ivan looks at the ground, but smiles too. "okay." He can't bring himself to say it yet though. "Take care, Ivan," says Rocky. 8 Later, as he's lying in bed, Ivan stares at the ticket. It's there on the bedside, waiting for him to pick it up and fucking use it. He knows Ludmilla will be angry, but that's the point. Ivan turns over and looks at the empty spot where Ludmilla is supposed to be. He places a palm over the cold sheets. Whether she leaves him or not, It won't make any difference. And this is probably the only chance he'll get, to give her a reason to leave. He tries to wait till morning, but only manages a few minutes. He picks up the phone. Balboa's voice is groggy but amused on the other end; "Guess I'll pick you up at noon then?" 888 888 End file.	Rocky, Angst, Drama	Fanfiction	null	32,874	12,192.2
null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1: The Legend Begins "Dammit Wrocky! What the hell were you thinking this time?!" Said the ghost of Adrien. Wrocky mumbled incomprehensibly. "You've agreed to fight Hugo Dragonsbane - the undefeated heavyweight champion of Norway, at a week's notice, for no money, in Oslo Spektrum arena, with both arms tied behind your back... YOU CAN'T WIN!" Screamed the ghostly cadaver. Wrocky mumbled again. It sounded like he said something about a cheese sandwich. The ghost of Adrien sighed, "I know Dragonsbane killed your new trainer, Sugarmore Jenkins, but that's no reason to engage with him in what will surely be the finest gladiatorial spectacle of the modern age, culminating in your bloody demise! Can't you see it was an accident? Dragonsbane just made Sugarmore a nice cheese and pickle sandwich for lunch - how was he to know the man was lactose intolerant?!" Wrocky continued mumbling. "Wrocky, will you take that damn ball out of your mouth? I can't understand you!" Snapped the spook. Wrocky hocked back a massive loogie and spat a phlegm-sodden tennis ball out of his wonky mouth. It shot across the room like a soggy comet and broke a window. "Eugh, that's much better!" He said through a proud, lopsided grin. He looked back to where the ghost of Adrien had been standing just a moment ago, but she had disappeared. All that was left was a shiny, golden tooth. Wrocky never knew that in life, Adrien was secretly a witch - a dark enchantress of the highest order. She cast a spell of invincibility upon her beloved husband's skull to protect him from the savage beatings he frequently took in the ring. But now, in death, her enchantments were only 8% effective, so she manifested what was left of her maleficent powers into the gnarly gold tooth which now sat upon Wrocky's beige carpet. He bent down to pick up the lustrous dental implant, but as soon as his enormous banana-fingers touched it, a peculiar feeling came over him, a shiver shot up his arthritic spine, and the tooth softly began to whisper. "...Wear the tooth, Wrocky. It will protect you..." Knowing what he had to do, he duly pushed the spiked root-end of the metallic molar into his gum, puncturing the soft tissue as he forced it home, securing the piece of shrapnel deep into the hilt of his jawbone. The pain was so intense that he nearly passed out, then suddenly, the tooth spoke again. "...You must find a new trainer. Seek out the one known as The Warlock... Oh, and when I said 'wear the tooth' I meant on a necklace or as a cufflink. Not imbedded in your own face, you doofus!" Wrocky passed out. With very little time on his side, Wrocky searched high and low, far and wide for the one known as The Warlock. He trekked across the African savannah, the Indian jungle, the Australian outback... turns out he lived next-door-but-one so that was half the week wasted, but not to worry, it was a nice little holiday and Wrocky had found him now. He knocked on The Warlock's front door knockedy knock-knock. It swung open and there stood an elderly man in a white dressing gown, holding a cup of tea. Wrocky dropped to his knees, wailing in awe like a madman. "The Warlock! I am on a holy pilgrimage! I have travelled many miles, scoured the Earth to find you! You have three days to hone my skills and get me in the best shape of my life, ready to fight Hugo Dragonsbane, the greatest boxer in all of Norway! Will you accept me as your disciple, oh lord?" The Warlock took a long, contemplative sip of his Earl Grey. "Yeah, okay." He said, waving a small bottle of chloroform under Wrocky's broken nose. Wrocky passed out. In his slumber, Wrocky dreamt of becoming the world's first OAP boxing champion, he would defeat Hugo Dragonsbane in Oslo with both hands tied behind his back on Thanksgiving Day. Then, he would celebrate in his customary way of ODing on human growth hormones and winding up in a gay bar with Paulie, snorting a line of fire ants off the back of a transvestite. Wrocky awoke with a start. He sat up in bed to see The Warlock standing over him, wearing a beautifully sequinned Japanese kimono, a white stick-on beard and a lampshade on his head. He looked like Confucius on acid. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." Said the wise old weirdo. Wrocky surveyed the strange room he found himself in, it was like a cheap Chinese souvenir shop, cluttered with plastic bonsai trees, bamboo wind chimes and other such trivial bric-a-brac. "I have been instructed by the all-knowing ones to train the boxer who wears a sacred artefact - The Holy Molar of Mycenae - once owned by the great king Agamemnon. I thought you were the one of which they spoke, but I see that you do not wear the legendary golden tooth. Perhaps, in my advanced stages of senile dementia, I was mistaken..." Said The Warlock with a look of disappointment on his shrivelled face. Wrocky grinned as widely as he could, exhibiting the glimmering gnasher lodged firmly into the back of his lower jaw, sitting snugly between a pair of manky molars. "By the hordes of Babylon!" Gasped The Warlock. "You are physically conjoined to The Holy Molar of Mycenae... You are the one chosen one! You see, most people would just wear the tooth on a necklace or a cufflink but you... you have imbedded the damn thing directly into your own face! This can only mean that you are a true, fearless champion of men, like the mighty Hercules in the days of antiquity! Either that or you're just really, _really_ brain-damaged..." Wrocky fidgeted uneasily. He sort of knew which of these was more likely to be true, but decided not to comment. The Warlock continued to rant, waving his arms around like he was on fire, sloshing Earl Grey everywhere. "Now I must commence your training and prove your worth to the gods of war to activate the powers of the holy molar! When my work is complete, you won't be an Italian stallion anymore, oh no... You'll be an unstoppable Italian MAN-BEAST! But first, I need to go take a slash, I've had far too much tea this morning!" The Warlock rushed out of the room in a sweaty fluster, slamming the door behind him. Now alone, Wrocky got out of bed and wandered aimlessly around the oriental-style bedroom, gently punching the walls (this is what he liked to do sometimes). After a few moments of this he glanced down and realised he was naked - he had been completely undressed in his sleep. Wrocky wondered to himself if The Warlock really was a boxing trainer, or if, by some far-flung chance, he was just a mentally deranged, tea-drinking orientaphile and potential rapist. "Of course not!" He chortled to himself, grabbing a judo suit he found laid out over the back of a tiny bamboo chair. He slipped it on, careful not to knock over a nearby stack of 'Rapist Monthly' magazines. "This guy is absolutely, one-hundred percent legit!" Wrapping a rainbow-coloured belt around his waist and tying it securely at the front using a knot he learnt in the boy scouts, Wrocky looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like an absolute nob. "So, this is where my journey begins..." He muttered. 2. Chapter 2: The Legend Continues "To activate the powers of The Holy Molar of Mycenae, you must prove yourself to be a true champion of champions by fighting and defeating three legendary warriors, each with his own unique style of hand-to-hand combat: - The first, Reggie Turnbuckle, lives in the African savanna and utilises the quick and agile _gazelle_ style. - The second, Bolo Bob, lives in the Indian jungle and utilises the artful _macaque_ style. - The third and most deadly of all the warriors, Falcon Deathwing, lives in the Australian outback and utilises the virtually indestructible _wombat_ style..." Before The Warlock could complete his lecture, Wrocky let out an almighty, bear-like roar, slamming his meaty fists down onto the kitchen table. "Are you freakin' kidding me?! I've just been to all those places when I was looking for you! Besides, I've already beaten three legendary warriors:Apollo Cream, Flubber Lang and Yvonne Drago! What more do I got to prove? WHAT DO I GOT TO PROVE, YA FRUIT LOAF?!" The Warlock let out a long, wheezing laugh-cough, inadvertently dislodging great chunks of mucus from his wretched bronchi. "You want some friendly advice, Wrocky m'boy?" Smirked the old wise-man, pouring himself a fresh cup of Darjeeling and sparking up a menthol fag. "Just go along with this flimsy-ass plot and don't bother trying to make sense of it. Why, don't you realise that nothing in your entire life has _ever_ made any sense? Think about it... A thirty-something, 5'9" Italian dude KOs an undefeated Mohammad Ali clone to become the new heavyweight champion of the world; then, at forty, sustains repeated blows of 2,150 psi to the head and somehow doesn't die; then, at nearly _sixty_, miraculously recovers from irreversible brain damage, then goes on to narrowly lose a split decision against an undefeated champion less than half his age... Does any of this sound familiar to you?" Wrocky had been rumbled. "That sounds like a perfectly logical sequence of events..." He muttered, awkwardly adjusting his rainbow-belted judo suit and fondling his rubber balls. "It sounds like garbage!" Barked The Warlock. "Now, are you going to fight these guys or not?" Wrocky nodded. And so our gallant hero and his decrepit mentor set off across the globe in search of the three legendary warriors. Flying Montage Airways, they first arrived in the African savanna. But when they rocked up at Reggie Turnbuckle's secret dojo, ready for a scrap, there was no sign of the the occupant anywhere. The locals informed our protagonists that a dark and mysterious boxer, known only as The Phantom Fister, had defeated their champion with a punch so powerful that it turned the nimble gazelle-gladiator into a glorious green emerald. It was the same story when they reached the Indian jungle; Bolo Bob, the tricky macaque-man, had been annihilated by a punch so mighty that the atoms of this body imploded in on themselves, forming a beautiful blue sapphire. And in the Australian outback, even Falcon Deathwing, the virtually indestructible wombat-warrior, had been vanquished, reduced to a ravishing red ruby. The three legendary warriors had stood their ground against The Phantom Fister and each, in turn, had fallen. However, due to their magical nature, they had not been _completely_ destroyed - they were immortal after all. Instead, their very essences had been compressed into these tiny crystalline structures, every bit as alive as Paulie's mouldy underwear. Yet, as alive as they may have been, it was crystal clear that they were in no fit state to box. So Wrocky was left with no foreseeable way to prove himself worthy enough to activate the powers of The Holy Molar of Mycenae; his only chance of defeating Hugo Dragonsbane. Could this mark the end of our hero's ill-fated journey? Nope. The Warlock held out his knobbly, arthritis-ridden hands, cupping the three lucid jewels in his withered palms. "Whoever did this to the three legendary warriors is equipped with a punch more powerful than anything I have ever witnessed in all my years as a metaphysical boxing trainer." He Said. As he spoke, the precious stones in his hands began to glow, simultaneously emitting a fearful wail. Their eerie lament rang out, filling the air with an icy chill before gradually fading into silence. "Their spirits are still trapped inside!" Gasped The Warlock. "How can we free them?" Wrocky asked, pretending to give a damn about what was going on. The Warlock answered thoughtfully, running his long, boney fingers through his stick-on beard. "First, we need to find The Fantom Fister. Only _he_ has the power to undo this evilness! Wrocky m'boy, can you think of anyone with a punch powerful enough to turn a fully-grown man into a pathetic, worthless jewel?" Wrocky knew of only one man with such godlike strength. A man he had fought long ago. But could it be...? Yep. "Buckle up, Gandalf. We're a-headed to Russia!" 3. Chapter 3: In Soviet Russia The master trainer and his young padawan landed in Soviet Russia with only two days left until the big fight. They stepped off the plane, instantly finding themselves in the midst of a bleak, frozen wasteland. No trace of modern civilisation. Nowhere for Wrocky to get his regular Botox injections. Nothing. Only the grim-faced local peasants for company, with their hollow eyes and terrible fashion sense, ravaged by the harsh conditions and the communist regime. They scurried about their senseless business like diseased rats, scooping up great heaps of snow from the fields to bake into snow-cakes. Far off in the distance, Wrocky could see a black, cast-iron castle sat atop a craggy mountain peak, overlooking the lands below. "Could that be the castle of Yvonne Drago?" Asked Wrocky. The Warlock scoffed, "Of course not! That's the Castle of Count Gorbachov. They say that at night, he assumes the form of a vile bat and swoops down into the surrounding villages to harvest the souls of the locals." A peculiar shudder crept up Wrocky's spine, as if someone was walking over his grave. He turned around to see an old peasant-woman stroking his back. "Ew! It touched me!" He screamed, punching the old crone full-force in the face - killing her outright. "She's gone to a better place now." Said The Warlock. After literally _hours_ of searching, our heroes came to the edge of a forest. There were strange howls coming from deep inside, among the ancient, quivering trees. While The Warlock stood guard at a nearby café with a cup of oolong, Wrocky fearlessly entered the woodland. With his left hand cocked, ready to deliver a fatal blow, his right hand cupped his precious rubber balls. He stalked the undergrowth like a powerful badger, snuffling out the source of the sonorous caterwaul that filled the air, eventually finding himself at the edge of a small clearing. The dreadful noise was very loud and clear now. Entering the clearing, Wrocky spotted an enormously muscular man sitting amongst a collection of boulders, bawling his eyes out. His well-oiled, muscular torso rippled in the late-afternoon sun like a delicious plate of raw chicken. "Drago?" Wrocky breathed. The mountainous man slowly stood up and rotated his enormous baby-face into view. It _was_ Yvonne Drago! "Hyello Myister Byell-byoa, my arch nyemesis." He boomed in a thick Russian accent, wiping a tear from his cheek and sniffing hard. "Why were you crying?" Wrocky asked. "I cry because my people no like me. Because they turn their back on me after I become defeated. I cry because I want to be hero, but instead... I am _freak_!" At that, the hulking giant turned to a boulder the size of a Volkswagen and punched it with so much force that it became self-aware for a brief moment, only to crumble into a perfectly conical mound fine, grey sand. "Still packing a punch, huh?" Wrocky laughed. A bit of snot accidentally shot out of his nose but no one noticed so it was okay. Yvonne continued his tale of woe, "After you beat me, I lose everything... My trainer, my sleazy entourage, my book deal, even my wife, Brigitte Nielsen, she leave me for inferior American rapper with silly name..." "Tell ya wot." Wrocky interrupted, "If you want to be a hero again, why don't you just get rid of that evil Count Gorbachov who torments the villages around these parts?" "I try, little man, I try. But the mountain he live on is actually volcano. I would break his iron castle but it is surrounded by a moat of molten lava which no mortal man can cross." Yvonne confessed. After an awkward silence, a lopsided grin stretched across Wrocky's gormless face. His severely damaged brain had just devised a cunning plan. Later that evening, while all the houses were boarded up for the night, Wrocky dressed himself in the garbs of a local peasant girl and frolicked around the village streets carrying a basket of wildflowers. After several hours of frolicking, Count Gorbachov flew down from his castle with his foul, fanged mouth gaping open. The black bat began to devour Wrocky's soul when it suddenly shrieked and dropped to the ground, writhing about the snow in agony. "I knew it!" Wrocky announced triumphantly, tearing off his less-than-convincing costume. "My American soul is too rich for your commie digestive system to handle!" The bat transformed into Gorbachov's human form, hunched over, clutching his bulbous, ballooned belly and breathing heavily. "Wrocky Bell-boa. Put up your dukes, son. We're going to rumble, young man, rumble!" Hissed Gorbachov. As the two men circled each other, a small crowd began to congregate around them. Wrocky slugged the old man right in the gut, but Gorbachov was stronger than he looked; with his vampiric strength, he lunged forwards, knocking Wrocky arse-over-tit. Wrocky yelped like a wounded bear. "NOW YVONNE, NAOW!" Hearing his comrade's cry, Yvonne Drago sprung out of the basket of wildflowers like a jack-in-the-box and punched Count Gorbachov in the face as hard as he could. CRUNK! In a blinding flash of light, Gorbachov was turned into an ominous onyx! The black gem shot up into the air, flying higher and higher until it was indistinguishable from the night sky. When it eventually fell back to Earth, it landed in the lake of molten lava surrounding Gorbachov's castle. Hitting the liquid rock with a plop!, it slowly started sinking down, down into oblivion - never to be seen again. A voice cried out from the crowd of onlookers. "By the ivory horn of Ganesha! It's that damned elusive Phantom Fister!" It was none other than The Warlock, standing among the astonished peasant-folk with a slice if snow-cake in his hand. In a flash of recollection, Wrocky suddenly remembered why they came to Russia in the first place - to find the shadowy assassin who transformed the three legendary warriors into cursed jewels! But before he could confront his prime suspect, the crowd began to cheer, lifting Yvonne high above their heads and carrying him away, parading their new national hero through the cobblestone streets of Moscow. Looking on in disbelief, Wrocky thought to himself "Could it be? Surely this man isn't the same two-dimensional, stereotypical pantomime villain I beat back in the 80's... Could this misunderstood quirk of nature _really_ be The Phantom Fister...?" No. He wasn't. "I yam not The Phyantom Fyister." Said Yvonne later on that night. And so the epic journey continues... 4. Chapter 4: More Stuff Happens "Okay Wrocky, m'boy. We only have one day left until you fight Hugo Dragonsbane and you _still_ haven't activated the powers of The Holy Molar Mycenae! We're in dire excrement here! Not to put too fine a point on it, but we are in an ocean of diarrhoea without a paddle! And let's face it, that ain't good!" Exclaimed The Warlock, hopping up and down on the spot in his sequinned kimono like a giant silverfish on naughty pills. Wrocky stared at the floor. "I'm doomded." He slurred defeatedly. "Oh no you're not!" Spat The Warlock. "For I have a plan!... We need to get every professional boxer in the world to fight in an all-out, win or die, battle royale! That's the only way we can uncover The Phantom Fister!" Wrocky was unconvinced. How could this old lunatic possibly organise a Mortal Kombat-style boxing tournament and simultaneously round up every fighter in the world within a day? Later that day... Wrocky and The Warlock had miraculously posted almost _ten _leaflets all over the town, inviting every professional boxer in the world to a free, slap-up quinoa salad at 44 Sasquatch Lane - The Warlock's humble abode. "And now we play the waiting game..." Said The Warlock, smugly taking a puff of his funny-smelling roll-up. Later that evening... There must have been hundreds of testosterone-pumped, punch-drunk boxers crammed into The Warlock's inadequate kitchen, chomping on mouthfuls of quinoa by truckload. Every few minutes, the front door would violently swing open and another muscular figure would enter the house. The next to join the party was 'Baron' Sharon Briggs, followed by Joe 'Blow' Calzone and Kev Norton 'Anti-Virus'. "Wow... Word _really_ got around!" Gasped Wrocky. A few hours later, when it seemed as if everyone had finally arrived, there was an ear-splitting screech that sounded like a cat being turned inside-out. The front door was then kicked off its hinges in an act of unparalleled violence, and in strutted the greatest boxing champion never to be mentioned in any of the Wrocky movies... 'The Digital Destroyer' - Casio Clay! Part man, part scientific calculator, he made his way into the room, shadow-boxing like an algebraic madman, marking his entrance with a recital of one of his famous digital poems: "FEE-FI-FO-FETTLE! FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY, STING LIKE A NETTLE! BE YE A MAN, OR BE YE A KETTLE! CASIO IS HERE WITH A SCORE TO SETTLE!" "What a weirdo." Wrocky thought to himself, adjusting the lapel of his judo suit. There was a putrid retching sound coming from somewhere across the room - amidst the merrymaking. One of the boxers, King Cooper, was chocking on a congealed chunk of quinoa that had somehow become lodged in his throat! Without a second thought, Wrocky ran to his fellow pugilist's aid and performed the Heimlich manoeuvre; wrapping his tree-trunk arms around Cooper's sternum and squeezing hard, the forceful expulsion of air fired a sticky quinoa cannonball from Cooper's gasping gullet at the speed of sound. The semi-masticated projectile plopped directly into The Warlock's cup of Bombay chai, sending the old sansei into an uncontrollable temper tantrum. "ENOUGH!" He screamed. The whole house fell silent. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your cauliflower ears! I have gathered you all here today, _not _to indulge in a grain-based superfood jamboree! But to fight to the very _death _in the greatest illegal, underground boxing tournament ever to take place in the history of the world - _ever!_ It is time for you to put aside your similarities, and brutally slaughter one another like _dogs _until only one man is left standing victorious!" "Oh! Like The Hunger Games?" Called out Manny Pachinko. This seemed to anger The Warlock even more. "No, not like The Hungry Games!" He snapped. "If anything, it'll be more like a cross between Fight Club and Enter the Dragon!" "Say what?! I've not seen either of those punk-ass movies!" Heckled George Storeman. A boisterous rabble ensued. What was this crazy old oriental prune on about? One of the boxers, Vladimir Clinchko, thew his hands into the air in disgust and began to make his way to the front door. "Wait!" Screamed The Warlock, putting himself between the musclebound moron and the dilapidated door. "If you want to leave... You're gonna have to go through ME!" "OMG. This is going to be epic!" Wrocky thought aloud. His own master; the finest metaphysical boxing trainer in the world vs the reigning WBG heavyweight champion, Vladimir Clinchko. Wrocky simply couldn't wait to see what would happen next... Vladimir confidently strode forwards, cracking his large knuckles, ready to punch-out the crazy old twit that stood in his way. It was time for The Warlock to make his move. "Watch and learn, kid!" He snarled, pulling an AK-47 out from underneath his kimono and gunning the big Ukrainian down in cold blood, emptying every last bullet into the his enemy's Eastern-European hide. He then slapped a fresh magazine into the smoking firearm and pointed it around the room, rambling nonsensically beneath his breath. From that point on, everyone seemed to become a lot more co-operative. The Warlock jotted down the names of all fighters present on chewing gum wrappers and tossed them into his lampshade hat. The first two names to be picked out of the hat were: Sugar Cube Leonard and Lloyd Fairweather. So, at gunpoint, the two men fearlessly duked it out bare-knuckle like 18th century prizefighters, with Sugar Cube ultimately prevailing; shearing Lloyd's face clean off his skull with a savage sucrose slap. Next up were the heavyweights: John Jackson and Sonny Piston. They commenced a gruelling punch-up, ploughing swaths of flesh from each other's faces with their bare knuckles alone. It was a gruesome contest. Yet, despite their undoubtable ferociousness, neither of these gentlemen could be The Phantom Fister. The next name out of the lampshade was Casio Clay, and his opponent was to be... Wrocky Bell-boa! Wrocky nearly had an accident in his pants. This was it. The old former-champ craftily slipped a pair of tungsten knuckledusters over his stubby fingers and limbered himself up. The two warriors came to the centre of the kitchen and began to circle each other like fearless stag beetles. Wrocky lowered his guard and stupidly plodded forwards like he always does. Casio darted out a series of lightning-fast jabs, but Wrocky cleverly blocked the deadly shots with his face, allowing useless organs such as his brain to absorb as much of the shock as possible. Wrocky responded with a slug to the body, followed by another slug to the body, then a little bit of twinkle-toes that he learnt in Wrocky 3, followed by a few more slugs to the body. As Casio stumbled backwards, The Warlock plunged a kebab skewer into his back. Luckily, nobody noticed. Wrocky resumed the onslaught with nineteen successive slugs to the body. Casio was on his knees now, cradling his shattered ribcage and coughing up liquid crystal numbers, the tiny beasts fell from his quivering lips and hit the Lino flooring with a tap... tap-a-tap... tap... then scurried away into the shadows like black enamel spiders. A final slug to the body finally sent Casio into a coma. He died moments later. Wrocky was victorious! He had broken every single bone in his face and received so much brain damage that he forgot what colour his legs were, but he was still the winner, make-a no mistake-a! The next two names to be plucked from the lampshade of fate were: Masom 'The Lime' Dixom and Flubber Lang! "Ha! Nice knowing ya Masom!" Wrocky bellowed as they entered the blood-stained battle-zone. Flubber instantly went berserk on little Masom, pounding his bald, spherical head to smithereens with vicious left and right hooks. Oh, Flubber was having a whale of a time! A broad smile stretched across his entire face as he continued to beat the living daylights out of his smaller opponent. After several hours of relentless punching, Flubber stopped to grab himself a glass of Coco-Cola to cool off. Much to Wrocky's surprise though, Masom looked relatively unscathed. 'The Lime' called out to Flubber, "Dat all you got, Mohawk-man?" Flubber was infuriated. He chucked his can of Coco-Cola into the recycling bin and squared up to the young man. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Masom punched Flubber so hard that he completely disappeared! Everybody in the room cried out in unison, "THE PHANTOM FISTER!" Nobody would ever discover the truth behind Flubber Lang's mysterious disappearance that night, for he was still very much alive, albeit on an altogether different plane of existence. The force from Masom's almighty punch had somehow shrunk Flubber's entire body down to a microscopic level. Immediately after the impact, he found himself floating down into an endless void for what seemed like an eternity, until eventually, he hit solid ground. Flubber encountered many strange beings on his life-long voyage across The Warlock's kitchen floor, but none so lovely as Edna the E. coli bacteria. He fell in love with sweet Edna and eventually fathered several strange children by her. When he finally passed away, surrounded by his doting family, he did so an old and contented man. "I love you, Edna." Were his final words. The next day, Edna was found dead, hanging from her own flagellum. End file.	Rocky, Humor, Parody	Fanfiction	null	28,040	11,991.2
null	Rocky Rocky III "Round 14! Apollo and Rocky are just plain amazing! They are punching at the same time and they are blocking the other's punches with their own! Sparks are flying! These two look like they've been in a war. Wow! Such skill, it's amazing. It boggles my mind to think about how strong they will be in their prime! That's the end of that round!" "And now for Round 15, the Final Fight. Rocky throws a slow punch at Creed and misses. He's out of energy! Creed throws a sluggish punch at Pinnicle and...Pinnicle is down! Pinnicle is down. But so is Creed! The force of the punch knocked both of them to the ground! If neither gets up, Apollo will automatically win! They're grabbing the ropes. They are struggling but moving up slowly. Will one of them make it up in time? What?! Apollo just fell. He fell back down! And Rocky, he pushed up. He's standing! It has been ten seconds! Rocky Pinnicle wins! He is the new heavyweight champion of the world!" Apollo got up slowly and walked towards Rocky. He held Rocky's arm up in the air and said "Good job, mountain. Good job." The ring was flooded with people. Rocky's family and friends were dancing around him with joy. He asked a reporter for a microphone so he could say something important. "I'd just like to say one thing, to my girlfriend at home," Rocky said, looking at the camera and holding the belt above his head. "Yo Taarin! I did it!" Rocky held the belt high above his head, for the world to see. The world saw. But the world has many people in it, one of them being a large African American from Chicago, Illinois. He had a Mohawk, and a beard, with thick sideburns and a thin goatee. His name: Clubber Lang. He had a very close seat to the fight, close enough for the sweat to fall on his brown jacket and his blue jeans, while his boots remained dry. Clubber Lang watched as Rocky's friends hauled him into the ambulance. Rocky began coughing up some blood. It was Rocky's most intense fight he had ever been in. Rocky was much stronger than Clubber Lang, a 25 year old who had been training all his life to get the title. He knew after watching the fight that if he wanted to stand a chance against Pinnicle, he would have to train harder than ever. Rocky Pinnicle threw another punch. That punch landed a knockout blow to Big Yank Ball's face, allowing Rocky to win his first title defense. P.J. sat in the audience next to Taarin and noticed something interesting about Rocky's opponent that no one else seemed to notice. When Rocky won the ring was once again flooded, but this time he was in good health. Bob and Rocky jumped with joy as Taarin pushed through to give Rocky a hug. Clubber Lang was at the fight. He was watching every move Rocky Pinnicle made. He had been watching him ever since the day he saw the rematch of the millennium. However, he and Rocky seemed to be attached to each other in unusual ways. Clubber Lang traveled through Boston three times. The first time he went to challenge Spider Rico, as he was supposedly a good fighter yet he got beat by a little kid at a nightclub. He also heard about a reward for capturing an escaped tiger and brought it in so he could get new training equipment. The 3rd time was when he actually came to see Pinnicle on purpose. Like P.J., Clubber also noticed something about Rocky's opponent. He paid no mind to that little bit. He didn't care who Pinnicle was fighting as long as he saw his fighting style. He had to memorize every bit of it if he wanted to stand even the slightest chance. Clubber ran out into the streets, wearing his blue Nike shirt, punching the air as he walked. He ran alone, with not a soul beside him. He was always alone and was used to it. He ran straight through a puddle and got splashed with the filthy water, yet he kept going without stopping or even pausing to take a break. The street was slowly inclining, and he ran upward, faster than many cars. Risin up,back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive Rocky Pinnicle began advertising. He did ads and commercials for American Express, Listerine, and other products. Finally, he was getting some good deals from advertisers. He was getting quite a bit of money and spent almost all of it on charities. He knew what their lives were like, and wanted them to have an easier time than he did. So many times, it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive Clubber always grew up close to boxing, as his father was a big fight promoter. His father trained him to become another mindless zombie and fight for him. But Clubber realized that he was being manipulated by this monster and left his family behind. He changed his name and began living a life of solitude, never wanting to be hurt again. However, fighting had become Clubber's life and he wanted to become champion. He wanted to fight on his own and defeat the best so he could finally feel whole. He fought his first fight under his new alias and won with a K.O. in the first round, punching only once. His opponent managed to look up into the eyes of his opponent before he passed out and saw fearsome eyes. Eyes that belonged to the animal known as the Tiger. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger Rocky not only donated to charities but was also big with telephons and other fund raising activities. He was starting to wear a suit or a white sweater wherever he went, except for Boxing matches. Yes. He won another title match. While he won another victory, the fearsome Clubber Lang watched him. He watched every talk show, every interview, and took note of every product. He noticed that Pinnicle wore the colors he always wore, Yellow and Black. Pinnicle had stolen his identity. He was in boxing longer! Those colors were his! Face to face, out in the heat Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry They stack the odds 'til we take to the street For the kill with the skill to survive Clubber began following Rocky from a distance, to try and see what his weaknesses are. He started this after he overhead an interesting conversation between Rocky and his girlfriend. Clubber began following Rocky and everyone close to him. Clubber paid attention to every single detail, trying to see who Pinnicle cared for the most. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger Rocky's tenth title match was up. Rocky danced around his large adversary gracefully and won with a K.O. in the fifth round. The crowd cheered with joy as Rocky bounced with joy and bowed to the crowd. His fighting style was becoming rhythmic, like a flow to a song. Clubber noticed this and smirked smugly. Clubber Lang went to fight in his sixth fight, but little did he know that he too was being followed. By a talking cat and a jester kid. Risin' up, straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to survive "Why are we paying so much attention to this guy?" asked P.J. "Because I said so, stupid!" "I need a better reason." "Because he's the #1 contender, moron!" "We watched him before he was." "Just shut up and come on!" It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger While Rocky and Taarin kissed in a field of flowers, Clubber was fighting yet another match. This was his first match as "Number 1 Contender". After a brutal final punch to his enemy he looked right at Bob and P.J. "I want Pinnicle! I want Pinnicle! You hear that tiny feline! I'm coming after him! No one can stop me! I'm gonna kill him! You tell him that punk! You tell it to him!" A Pinnicle-Psykloak Production A BearFrog Fanfic Rocky III Rocky Pinnicle Apollo Creed John Psykloak Kermit the Frog Hulk Hogan Taarin Bob as Bob And introducing Mr.T as Clubber Lang "I want a shot at the title. If Pinnicle's got the guts to meet me in the ring or anywhere else! My whole life has been directed to this title, and nothin' else. I live alone, and I train alone, and I'll win the title alone! Pinnicle can't duck me forever. He can run, but he can't hide!" Clubber Lang told the crowd of reporters as he walked with a white towel over his head. The screen on the television suddenly moves to a different scene. That of a newsroom, with a young and handsome anchorman saying the follow-up comments. "Quite an interesting man. Rocky Pinnicle, however, doesn't seem to be worried about much these days. He's just defended his title for the tenth time and has even agreed to fight the world heavyweight wrestling champion, as sort of a charity benefit with all the proceeds going to a local youth foundation. After that, he's going to receive a special gift to given to him by the city of Boston and appear on The Muppet Show as a guest star. I have to give him credit, he keeps himself busy. He's a true sportsman. I guess the number one contender, Clubber Lang, will have to wait. But I am sure that when those two do fight, it'll be a great match." The Radio Shack guy and John Psykloak watched the report on T.V. , and then returned to their conversation. John had come to Radio Shack for the fourth time that week to get more supplies for his newest invention. "This thing you're making is sure gonna be interesting." "This is not going to be just some 'thing'. This will be my greatest invention ever! A robot with REAL artificial intelligence!" "Sure John, sure. Hey, give Rocky my best." The clerk said as he gave John his items. John began to head out of the store and back into the main section on the mall. He then turned around suddenly. "You know, I've been coming here years and I, John, never get your best." "Take it easy, Johnny." John exited the store and walked toward the local arcade. He figured he'd play a quick round of Squirrel Chaser, his own arcade game, which no one else had ever bothered to play. He began to wonder why he never received any money from the game. He entered the arcade and soon found out. He saw a crowd gathered around an arcade game, but what game. It can't be Squirrel Chaser, could it? No, Squirrel Chaser was in the corner next to the homeless guy. But he heard Bob's voice from the screen, so it had to be Squirrel Chaser. John looked at the game. It was Marvel vs Capcom 2: Special Arcade Edition. The enemy was Ryu and the character the player was...Rocky Pinnicle. And his cat Bob who did not help but kept yelling things like "C'mon, stupid!" John began shaking with rage. With one throw, his electronic devices crashed into the screen and crashed the glass all over. People ran away in fear. John walked towards the machine and kicked it, causing part of it to open. Coins came out of it and John grabbed a bunch and headed toward his own arcade game. However, the police stopped him before he put a single quarter in. Alone in the cell he sat. The black water dripping onto the black floor. It's not that they in themselves were black, but they were shrouded in darkness. The dripping. The constant, unrythmic dripping! How it was driving John mad! Insanity began to creep into the skilled Flash maker's mind. Slowly the pest entered his mind. And then the guard came to let him out. The guard also came with an accomplice. Rocky Pinnicle. "You wanna hear 'I owe ya'? You I owe nothing." Said John as they entered the parking lot and walked towards Rocky's car. "Naw, you don't owe me anything." Said Rocky in a rather melancholy voice. "So, what do you want me to do? My sister ain't here?" "She's at home." "You know, we used to be tight before you came around. Now she always wants to hang out with you instead of me. Now she won't even come to get me out of jail." "She doesn't know about this." "You and her can go to hell." "Hey, watch your mouth John." "You wanna whack me? C'mon I don't sweat you! C'mon!" "Come on John, why don't you screw your head on right." "No, it isn't my head. You're freaking head is the one screwed on wrong!" "Yeah, well what did I do?" "You? Nothing! For yourself, sure! Buy a fancy house, get fancy cars, world class dining and fancy clothes. Your stupid cat has it better than me! What did you ever give old John, huh? Did you ever get me a job, or help me fund my research? No! Nothing! You gave P.J. stuff, you gave Taarin stuff, you gave Bob stuff but you never gave me anything except for a freaking watch!" yelled John as he held out his hand to show the watch that Rocky had gotten him after the first fight with Apollo. He gave one to all his friends, to remember the day. He took the watch off and threw it to the ground. Rocky reached for it but John kicked it. "I've got feelings too, ya know!" "Everybody's got em, John." "The hell with everybody." "No, maybe it's the hell with you." "I don't want to listen to this crap." "You make it sound like everybody owes you a living. Nobody owes anybody anything." "You're wrong! Friends owe!" "Friends don't owe! They do because they want to do." "Shut up." "John, you're like a brother to me. I'm gonna tell you something straight from the heart. You're not a loser. You are just a jealous, lazy, bum." "Yeah? I'm gonna break your mouth!" John threw a right at Rocky, which Rocky easily ducked away from. Rocky was in his boxing stance and had the feeling that he was in an actual match. But he was very careful not to actually hurt John. John threw a right to Rocky, which he blocked with his arms. Crack! The sheer force of John's blows were incredible. Rocky was about to block another punch, but decided it would be better just to dodge. Swish! John's blow flew right over Rocky's head. Rocky knew it was time to counter. A left uppercut! And it missed. John then kicked Rocky in the gut, causing Pinnicle to fall backwards. After skidding on his feet to halt his movement, Rocky charged towards John with a Stevie Kick, which hit John and caused him to fall to the ground with a large thud. The two began huffing and wheezing, until John finally asked "Can I have a job?" "All you had to do was ask." The two walked towards the car, with their arms over each other's shoulder. "You can be my sparring partner. You hit pretty good." "You think so?" "Absolutely. Superb." "Absolutely superb. Just look at this excited crowd." Said one of the announcers. The sports arena was flooded with many people, anxious to see two men slowly beat one another until one of them stayed down for ten seconds. Signs were held in the air, some supporting one boxer and some supporting the other. "Now this should be quite an interesting match up, don't you think Ron?" said the same announcer. "I agree it will be interesting. Middleweight Champion Steve Fox has entered the heavyweight division and will be facing off against Clubber Lang, the number one contender." The other announcer replied. "Both of them are skilled fighters. Fox did very well in The King of The Iron Fist Tournament 4, didn't he?â" "Yes he did very good, but he did not win. Kazuya Mishima won. Whatever happened to that guy, anyway?" "I don't know. Ah! Here comes the boxers now! There comes Clubber Lang, getting boos from the crowd! And it looks like everybody loves Steve! Look at them, throwing roses! Ha! Just when you thought you've seen everything..." The round started. Steve's slick hair shined brightly in the heavy lights. Clubber however was too busy pounding on Steve's head to notice. Bam! Bam! Bam! Fox was receiving heavy blows from Clubber. Steve then ducked back and landed a power punch to Clubber's face. He grinned as Clubber stopped moving. Steve stood there with his fist in Clubber's face and realized something was wrong. Clubber didn't move at all. Clubber turned his head and revealed no signs of damage. Steve jumped back in terror and by that point the round was over. Both fighters headed to the corners. Clubber had no team to back him up, so he changed his mouthpiece, gave himself water and spat in bucket all by himself. Round 2 then began. Clubber unleashed one furious punch to Steve's gut and his foe fell to the ground and lost the fight. Clubber won the match and ran off before any more pests could interview him. Clubber had rented a tuxedo and needed to be at an important even the next night. Clubber Lang looked quite strange in a tuxedo. A large African American man with a Mohawk, Native American earrings and a tux? It did not look normal. Yet he sat down in the stands just like everyone else there and no one judged him. Clubber looked up above the ring and saw a large banner labeled "Rocky Pinnicle vs Hulk Hogan". The only people in the ring were John, Cat, Bob and Rocky. Rocky seemed quite excited, while Bob seemed quite nervous. Cat and John seemed quite indifferent. "What the heck goes on inside your head? Anything normal function?" "Yeah a few things function normally." "I don't think so, cuz to fight a creature like this, you gotta have about one hundred pounds worth of brain damage. I've seen wrestlers that are bigger than dinosaurs! Ever fight a dinosaur, Rocky?" "No." "They can cause A LOT of damage!" The conversation suddenly ended when the lights dimmed and Hogan's music played. Hogan had seemingly gone back to his old days, with the old music, the old outfit and the old attitude. He was not Hollywood Hulk Hogan, but just plain Hulk Hogan. "Why are they carrying him?" asked John. "He's walking." Replied Cat. A gigantic, muscular man walked slowly down the steps toward the arena. He had blonde hair which was bottom of neck length, a mustache, and a yellow cape. Slowly he walked down, his yellow boots and yellow bottom glimmering in the light, almost as much as his heavily oiled skin. "I'm coming for you Pinnicle!" said Hulk Hogan as he was given cheers from the crowd. He pointed at Rocky with his large index finger as he said his comment. "Let's call the whole thing off." Said Bob. "Come on, Bob. It's for charity." Replied Rocky. "You're nuts! Nobody does this much for charity!" "Bob Hope would." "...That's true." The wrestler slowly approached, and his large size became much clearer to the ones standing in the ring. "Better call Bob Hope." John said. "Boy he is a monster." Said one of the announcers. "How much would you take to get in the ring with him?" "Start with Fort Knox." Replied the other announcer. While the fighters were given their intros, they both took off their belts and handed them to their teammates. After that they both headed towards the center of the ring where the ref gave the rules. Hogan towered over Pinnicle as the ref spoke. "Alright you guys, you know this is for fun. So take it easy and give em a good show." Said the old irish man. "Hey listen," Rocky said to the giant standing in front of him. "After the match, how about we get a Polaroid together?" Hogan stared at Rocky grimly for a moment, before the wrestler shoved him against the ropes. "I'm gonna rip you in half!" Rocky walked back to his corner as Hogan went to his and said to Bob "Seems like lately everybody wants to beat me up." Rocky began to pray and in the middle of his prayer the bell rang and Hogan charged toward Rocky and tried doing and overhead smash, but Rocky got out of the way. "You move pretty fast for a big guy. Let's give them a good show, okay? I'll chase you for a bit and you chase me. Okay?" Rocky asked. He threw a weak punch to Hogan's gut. "That hurt? This one?" Rocky asked as he dealt fake blows. Hogan, however, wasn't playing and grabbed Pinnicle's head and slammed it to the ground. "What are you gonna do, because Hulkamania is running wild on you!" "Run for your life!" cried Bob. Hogan began stomping on Rocky. Another stomp. Another stomp. "It's all fake, right meatball? ALL FAKE!" yelled Hogan as he gave another devastating blow to Rocky's back.He then picked up Rocky by the hair and then punched the boxer's head back into the ground. He then grabbed Rocky and threw him into a corner. Hulk then charged toward Rocky and gave him a knee blow to the gut. Rocky coughed up some blood at this attack. Hogan had a very good understanding of Ki, and Rocky could tell. He then considered his theories about Macho Man having super powers might actually be true. After exiting that train of thought, Rocky remembered that he was here to fight. Hogan grabbed Pinnicle and threw him into the center of the ring. Then he grabbed his adversary and rolled him over his shoulders and Rocky then faced the floor as opposed to the ceiling. "If I can't break your spirit, I can sure break your back!" yelled Hogan as he shoved Rocky's body onto his knee as he knelt. Macho Man, Hogan's close friend and partner watched the fight closely. He sat in the stands and watched every movement. But so did another pair of eyes. Clubber Lang watched from the crowd, with very intense eyes. How pathetic Pinnicle was doing against Hogan. Clubber was easily much stronger than Hogan, and wanted to see if the famous Pinnicle could beat just one wrestler. Clubber's eyes shifted when he saw Hulk Hogan head towards the ropes and charge to the center where Rocky lay. He jumped up in the air and his gigantic leg landed on Rocky' face. Hogan raised Rocky high above his head and then fell backwards, slamming both of them to the ground. Hogan then got up and elbowed the fallen boxer. He then grabbed Rocky and once again raised him over his head. "You want this punching bag? Then take him!"yelled Hulk Hogan as he threw Rocky out of the ring, far away from his teammates and his girlfriend watching in the stands. He landed right next to none other than Clubber Lang. The crowd began to surround Rocky. While that happened people were throwing stuff at Hogan who then started attacking spectators. John quickly pressed a button on his watch to call in his robot, Boot, from his home to come in ASAP and help Rocky. With amazing speed, Boot headed towards the arena. While Boot did that, Rocky yelled for someone to cut his gloves off. Clubber Lang grabbed the gloves right off of rocky and then said "Go get em." "Thanks." Rocky tried to think of a way to get through the crowd without flying and revealing he had Ki control. Suddenly Boot arrived from behind Rocky. "Boot! I need your help! Carry me into the ring!" Boot nodded and made some sounds. The robot lifted Rocky above it's head and hovered into the ring. Rocky then called out to Hogan and told him to come back into the ring and finish the fight. Hulk Hogan accepted the offer and pushed through the crowd to get back into the ring. "Alright punk, you're mine!" yelled the colossal monster as he threw a punch, which Rocky ducked to avoid and then countered with a left uppercut. Then a right to the gut. But then Hogan lifted Rocky high into the air by his neck. His fist began cutting Rocky's oxygen supply away from him. "Help..." he gasped. Help came. Up came Bob with a metal chair, who smacked Hogan with it. The chair broke in half after impact and Hogan stumbled backwards. Rocky fell to the ground with a large thud. Then Rocky jumped over Hulk and got him in a strangle-hold. Hulk slowly fell the ground, but stopped suddenly and managed to grab Rocky's arms and throw him off his back and against the upper left corner. As Rocky flew towards the corner he positioned himself. He right foot landed on the corner and he pushed himself forward to perform his famous "Stevie Kick". The move was so fast that Hogan didn't see it coming. A kick to the gut. Hogan fell to the ground and Rocky landed on Hulk's head. He quickly got off and let the ref count. "Is he allowed to kick?" asked an announcer. "I don't see why not. After all, this is a combination of two different sports so he should be allowed to do whatever his opponent is allowed to do. And 10! It's been ten seconds! Rocky Pinnicle wins!" The main announcer entered the ring. "Rocky Pinnicle has won the tenth annual 'Wrestler vs Boxer' exhibition match. See you all next year!" and then he muttered to himself "Thank God." Hogan walked towards Rocky and extended his hand as he said "Good match." "Hey, why'd you get so crazy on me?" asked Rocky. "That's the name of the game." Hulk Hogan said as he bulged his eyes. "Well, listen: While you're still calm, can we get that Polaroid together?" Hogan rubbed his chin. He then removed his hand and said "Yeah, sure." Boot took the picture of Rocky, Taarin and Hulk Hogan. Their smiles grew before the photo was taken when Rocky said "Ya know, sometimes charity really hurts." Clubber exited the arena before anyone else did. He had no car, and simply walked out into the cold night. Ordinarily someone would try to mug a person in a tuxedo, but Clubber Lang was too intimidating for anyone to even think about that. Clubber walked to his cheap hotel room and fell asleep right in his tuxedo. He was quite tired. The next morning he woke up bright and early. He dressed in his brown jacket and blue jeans. He put on his boots and headed out the door. He then ran through the streets, faster than the cars. Through the streets he sped, punching the air as he walked. People would normally be amazed by such speed. However, nobody saw Clubber's speedy gift. They were all in front of the white steps which Rocky so famously ran up. A band rendition of Rocky's theme song was being played by the marching band. Clubber went to the back of the crowd and awaited the big event. He did not like being at the front of the crowd. At the top of the steps, Clubber could see Pinnicle, his friends, Taarin and the mayor of Boston. "What ever happened to quite, tender moments?" Cat asked Taarin, who giggled after hearing the comment. A few seconds later the music ended and the mayor walked up to the podium. Behind him there was something covered by a gigantic cloth. The mayor began to speak after the cheers from the crowd died down. "Thank you, thank you all. Every once and a while a person comes along. A person who beats the odds. A person who defies logic itself. On behalf of the city of the city of Boston, as a gift from those who have been touched by your many accomplishments, and your participation in our cities many charity functions, we present you with this statue! In honor of the unbeatable spirit of man!" yelled the mayor as he threw his hand in the air. The cloth was grabbed from the statue and in pure bronze, Rocky Pinnicle stood in his boxing clothing with his arms raised above his head. Rocky and his friends looked at the statue with awe and amazement, while Clubber Lang looked at it without emotion. Without love, without hate, without awe. As emotionless as a stone. Rocky stepped up to the podium to give a speech. His mouth was dry. He just had a statue donated to him. He did not know that he was getting a statue and the shock of it was gigantic. He started to mumble random words into the microphone before he finally began to speak clearly. "Wow...What do you say to something like this? Umm thanks." The crowd unleashed a gigantic fury of cheer. People clapping, yelling excitedly and happily. Clubber Lang, however, stood motionless. "It's been 3 years since I beat Apollo, and since then this city has really taken me in, ya know? I'd like to thank all of you for that. And since I'm here, I guess this as good a time as any to say this: I'm retiring. I talked it over with my girlfriend, and my cat and we decided that it is time for me to live a normal life." The crowd was shocked by this. People were protesting and pleading for Rocky not to do it. Clubber Lang got quite angry by this statement. Rocky Pinnicle was such a coward! Ducking out like that. Clubber pushed through the crowd forcefully until he got to the front. "Getting out while you can!" yelled Clubber Lang as he pointed his index finger at Rocky. He did not recognize Clubber and simply thought of him as another face in the crowd. However his friends knew better than that. They all knew who Clubber Lang was. Except for Taarin, who only kept up with Rocky's boxing. "I ain't going nowhere! Why don't you tell all these nice folks why you been duckin' me! Politics, man! This country wants to keep me down! Keep everybody weak! They don't want a man like me to have the title because I'm not a little puppy like that fool up there!" "He's got a point," Maci said to himself. "You've got a big mouth." Rocky said angrily as he moved forward. "Why don't you come over here and shut it!" "Anytime pal!" Rocky was pulled back by John who said "This guy is crazy, don't listen to him." "This foo' is weak! He's a bum! He's been fighting other bums! Taking the easy matches! I am ranked Number 1! Number 1! That means I'm the best! I'll fight this bum anyplace, anytime, for free! But you folks won't get to see that happen because this little punk won't fight me. He won't fight no real man." "You're a disgrace to the sport!" yelled John. "Shut up, geek! I want my shot at the title! Give me the same shot Apollo gave you!" "I don't care what your rank is, you don't get no shot!" yelled Bob. Rocky turned to Bob and protested. "I really wanna fight this guy." "Fine, but you do it without me!" yelled Bob as she left. Clubber turned to Taarin. "Hey, why don't you dump that zero and go for the real hero?" he asked her softly. "You want it? YOU GOT IT!" yelled Rocky as he rushed forward angrily. The crowd had to keep the two of them away from one another. The scramble was laid before the stone boxer's eyes as he saw a gigantic rivalry form. The lifeless eyes stared upon the crowd. Soon another pair of eyes headed to Rocky Pinnicle's fancy house, which was on the outskirts of Boston and quite far from Neptune Circle. He still owned his old house, but only used it when he visited his friends. The large white mansion had nice view of Boston, but Rocky wasn't caring about the view at the moment. He quickly got out of the limo and ran right past the pool into the house. He ran up the stairs and entered Bob's room swiftly. "Why'd you leave? Why'd you walk away like that? We've got one more fight!" "No, no. Not we, YOU." "Why won't you help me?" asked Rocky. "Because you can't win, Rock! This guy'll kill ya to death inside three rounds! He'll knock you into tomorrow, Rock." Rocky looked up at the poster above Bob's head, showing the first fight Apollo had with him. "You're crazy." Rocky told his cat. "That guy is a wrecking machine! And he's hungry! You haven't been hungry since you won that belt from Apollo." "What are you talking about? I've had ten title defenses!" "They was handpicked!" Rocky was silent. He slowly seated himself on the bed, holding back tears. He did not want to show any weakness to his own cat, which thought that he was a weakling. He looked at Bob desperately and asked "It's all been a lie?" "No, no, no. They was all great fighters but they ain't killers like this guy!" "You've been carrying me. That's supposed to be my job." "Look, I haven't been carrying you. I've only been protecting you. It's my job to make sure that your healthy and have the title.? "You've been carrying me...Why?" "Because...Because that fight against Apollo should've killed you. But it didn't." "You think I've got nothing left..." "Generals retire, Presidents retire, Superheroes retire..." "I can't retire. Not after knowing all this. Train me, please. I'll live in the gym." "We don't need this." "Bob, I do." "Rocky, you can return to boxing when you are older." "And Clubber Lang will be retired by then. Please Bob, train me one last time." "Okay, stupid. It's your head." "Heavyweight Champion Trains Here Daily". The banner was hung over the building so that all of Boston could see it. The contrast of yellow and black was pleasing to the eyes, as were Rocky's fights. The building was quite beautiful on the outside, but on the inside it was amazing. The huge room was full of people. Some were buying things. Some were using the same equipment that Rocky uses. But most bought things and watched Rocky Pinnicle train. The robes, the buttons, the balloons, the flashing neon sign, the paintings and the bubbles floating around plus the music in the background gave a huge vibe to the place. Clubber Lang trained alone in his quiet gym. However his soul was not quiet. It was raging. He trained with all his might and put every last drop of sweat and every drop of blood into training. He started off his training by punching his punching bag ferociously. BAM! BAM! BAM! The bag was ripped open and the sand fell to the floor. "You can't stand toe-to-toe with this guy. He'll hit you so hard you'll wind up on Mars or something." Said Bob and Rocky hit the speed-bag. His punches were amazingly quick and the crowd was impressed. Suddenly a large mustached man came to the front with a camera and asked Rocky for a quick photo. "Yeah, sure." Rocky said as he posed. Bob scolded him and Rocky replied "They love it, Bob." "Who cares if they love it?! Why'd you rent this joint, anyway? Let's go back to the old meat factory and train there. Let's get some sweat and blood into this! Besides, they give us free food." "Will you relax and enjoy this a little? Come on Bob. Let's go out in style." "Just go out in one piece." Clubber Lang pulled himself up for yet another sit up. Each sit up involved 500 elbow jabs in the air. He quickly did his sit up and endured past his pain. He wasn't about to quit training yet. He did sit ups like that for two hours straight. Rocky was on the exercise bike and moving quite quickly. Taarin watched him from a distance and smiled as she watched her boyfriend train. Suddenly, a young blonde woman approached Rocky. "Hey, Can I have a kiss?" she asked. "Yeah, sure." He said as he stopped the bike. She kissed him gently on the cheek and then moved when Bob started yelling. Taarin had turned he head away by that time. "Is that the way you train for a Cluibber? He ain't gonna kiss ya, he gonna kill ya!" yelled Bob as she jumped on the front of the bike. Rocky then kissed Bob on the cheek. "ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH!" cried Clubber as he did another pull-up. The pain was making him numb, but he didn't stop. He believed in the age old saying "No pain, no gain." The piano was special. It played by itself as long as you programmed it first. John was happy too and Rocky began jumping rope to the rhythm of the song. The band played along with it and bubbles flew out everywhere. Bob popped many bubbles as they began to surround her. Clubber Lang threw some punches up in the air as he faced the mirror. He punched until he began sweating like a murderer in church. When he finally stopped his punches, the mirror broke. The change in wind was too much for it. CRACK! The mirror shattered and fell to the ground as Clubber stared at his many reflections. "FASTER, ROCKY! RUN FASTER!" yelled Bob from the seat of the bike. She was sitting on the bike with Clarence, who was the heaviest of Rocky's friends. Rocky had two ropes attatched to him so he would carry the bike as he ran. Now his training was really starting to show off. His new speed was incredible. It was a beautiful morning, with the sun shining on the large pond as Rocky ran on the park sidewalk. He then stopped when he got to the studio. "See you later, fat kid." Said Rocky as Clarence headed home. Rocky smiled and put on his sunglasses. They looked nice with his black satin robe and black belt. His blue shoes matched his eyes. Bob entered the pokeball before they went into the studio to film an episode of "The Muppet Show". Rocky was late, so he didn't get to meet the cast. He was pretty much thrown in. He had memorized his lines and the show went quite well. However the makeup totally changed his face. And his hair for some reason. But the after show wasn't that pretty. As Rocky headed towards the bike to continue training, he bumped into the star of the muppets, Kermit. When they collided, Kermit's wallet fell to the ground. "Oh sorry about that Mr. Frog, you seem to have dropped your wallet." Said Rocky as he picked up the wallet. "Oh, thank you very much. He-he." Replied Kermit. "Hey, You think I could get an autograph? My girlfriend's a big fan-" said Rocky as he looked at the photo in Kermit's wallet, which depicted a picture of Taarin kissing Kermit on the cheek. "Wait a sec, that looks like my girlfriend! GRRRR! You freak!" yelled Rocky as he threw the wallet in Kermit's face. "That's my girlfriend you jerk!" "I challenge you to Kermit Kombat." Thus the battle began. Kermit took out his pokedex and said "I better check this creature out." The red data box labeled the enemy as Rocky, Human Type: 69. "Rocky. This large mammal has thick blue eyes and is considered friendly. Although his origin is a mystery it is known that he is friendly until provoked." Said the mechanical device. "Yo Mama is so old...umm...She's older than you!" yelled Kermit. Rocky simply stood in awe at the pathetic insult. Kermit then charged towards Rocky and kicked his opponent in the genitals. However, Rocky was not phased. Kermit ran backwards and asked "Ummm...why didn't that hurt?" "Let's see here..." said Rocky as he turned and grabbed something out of his pants. "Cup! Never leave home without it. Let's see here...there we go!" said rocky as he put it back on. "Time to go a little old-school and use the magic finger." Said Kermit. The dotted line appeared after his finger until the item was formed. A gun. "Time to die, Jerk." The three bullets zoomed through the air towards Rocky. He ducked to avoid one and grabbed one with his teeth. He jumped over the other bullet and grabbed the gun out of Kermit's hand. "Gimme that punk!" yelled Rocky as he discarded the weapon. After doing so, Kermit urinated right onto the parking lot which made Rocky jump back and retort "Ah gross, you're peeing yourself. Ugh." "I didn't want to have to do this but you forced me..." said Kermit as he took out his wallet. He threw money at Rocky. "Money! Lots of money! Green like me! Take it!" "I don't want your money, punk." Kermit's eyes widened after hearing the comment. Suddenly the sky turned dark and the words "Finish Him" appeared in the air. A booming voice declared the event. Kermit's tongue stretched out of his mouth and headed towards Rocky's head in hopes of ripping it off. However, all he swallowed was Rocky's sunglasses. "Aw man. I missed you face-" "Those were ten dollar glasses, ahole." "Rocky's eyes burned with fury. A blue aura surrounded him as he became angry. Many Kermit heads seem to float around him "Hahahaha. I stole your girlfriend and I ate your glasses. Hahahaha. I ate your glasses and I stole your girlfriend. How's it feel?" Rocky screamed like the DBZ cast has done many times. His aura spread out just like on the show. "Oh yeah, like I can't do that." Said Kermit. "Yaheh!" yelled Kermit as he wiggled madly. "I better see how strong this frog is." Said Rocky as he took out his pokedex. Kermit was labeled as "Kermit, Frog Type: 00." "Kermit. Special attack: rage. This attack is weak and ironically cannot hurt a fly. There is no reason to be cautious around him." Said the pokedex. Kermit charged towards Rocky, who flicked his hair back and into Kermit's eyes. He began walking blindly onto train tracks which ironically had a train coming. The train hit the frog and sent his back flying to the fight scene. A large cracking sound was heard from his back but he simply got up. Kermit charged again. Rocky kicked Kermit, who then fell to the ground. Rocky then kicked the frog further and then walked away. He came back with a table. He set it up and threw Kermit in the air. While Kermit floated high, Rocky teleported on top of a pole. Kermit landed on the table and Rocky jumped onto Kermit head first. Another cracking sound was made and the table broke in half. Rocky smiled and slowly walked away, only to hear Kermit's yell. He turned to see Kermit kick away the two halves of the table. Rocky was getting annoyed. He launched his Stevie Kick on Kermit, who flew backwards. "No one gets up from my Stevie Kick!" yelled Rocky. He was wrong. Kermit got up and unleashed his battle cry as Rocky gasped. Rocky then shook his head and took out his pokeball. "Pokeball, go!" The ball bounced off Kermit's face and moved into the ground inbetween the two fighters. The red and white orb hit the ground and out of it came Bob, Rocky's talking cat. The cat jumped and yelled "BOB!" and then landed on Rocky's shoulder. "Bob, attack!" "Okay!" yelled Bob as she jumped towards Kermit. Bob scratched her opponent. "Enemy Kermit is confused...isn't he always?" She bit Kermit. "Kermit's ego was disabled." She let loose a thunder shock on the frog. "Kermit is shocked that he's getting his butt kicked by a talking cartoon cat named Bob!" Bob let loose her fleas. "For once, fleas eat Kermit!" The frog was greatly wounded from the attack, but instantly healed. "What the...?! Kermit recovered?!" "I've tried everything on this frickin' frog, but nothing works. It's time to bring out to big guns." Rocky thought to himself. He prepared his most powerful move, the Kamehameha. The blue orb began to form in his hand. He then unleashed his attack on Kermit. The frog's eyes widened as the attack came closer. The blast hit Kermit and flew through the air. Kermit's body held on to the attack until it hit a building and blood blasted out of Kermit's back. "Oh crap..." he said as the attack caused him to explode. Rocky slowly walked away form the scene and from the sky they fell. His sunglasses. They landed right where they were supposed to. Rocky walked away from the fight smiling. But when he got home, he did not smile. He realized that Taarin, his true love, had been unfaithful. He felt awful and wanted to curl up and die. The fight with Kermit only delayed his promising depression. Unknown to Rocky, Clubber had been paying close attention to Rocky's training and witnessed the fight between Kermit and Rocky. Clubber was angry that Pinnicle could only produce that much energy. He wanted a real fight, so he could prove that he truly was the best. The next night was fight night. The locker-room would normally be quiet, had it not been for the reporters. Rocky tried to be cheerful but every time he turned to face Taarin his stomach wrenched. Someone noticed and asked if something was wrong, but Rocky denied such and kissed Taarin on the cheek lightly. Clubber managed to see this as he headed into his locker-room and assumed that the fight with the frog would no effect on the fight. How wrong he was. "That makeup still won't come off?" asked Bob. "Nope..." said Rocky quietly. "Look, Rocky. I just want to say one thing: I'm proud of you." "Thanks Bob." The reporters were quite loud but the memorable moment had passed and both felt the effects. However every time Rocky thought of anything it would remind him of Taarin. Bob was bought at her pet store. John was Cat's sister who worked with Taarin. His name, Rocky Pinnicle, when translated into Irish Gaelic would become her first name. He shuddered at the thought. "Rocky, is this your last fight?" "Yes, last for sure." "What will you do when it's all over?" "I dunno. Maybe join the circus, huh Bob?" "Yeah," Bob said, "Do something fun." "Will you return to boxing someday?" "Perhaps, but I think I'll become an artist." Rocky's interviews went quite well. His room wasn't too crowded and it had a good vibe. Clubber Lang was surrounded by a huge swarm of reporters all asking him many things. "Do you think you're as fast as Pinnicle!" "I ain't doing no talking! I'll do my talkin' in the ring!" "Clubber, how long do you think this fight will last?" "Leave me alone! I wanna be left alone!" â"Dance a little! Take off your robe!" "Ya'll parasites and leeches. Get out of here!" They ignored him and kept on taking their photos and asking questions. Getting sick of this, Clubber moved forwards and threw one of the news cameras to the ground loudly, which then broke into a million pieces. "The crowd is chanting Pinnicle's name as they await Rocky Pinnicle's last and possibly most difficult fight of his colorful boxing career. This will be his eleventh title defense and will be facing off against the vicious Clubber Lang." Said one announcer. He turned to his left. In-between his co-host and him was Apollo Creed, a special guest speaker at the fight. "Mr. Creed, what is your take on this fight?" "Well, strength goes to the challenger but experience and the world's hardest head goes to Pinnicle." "You think Pinnicle is that strong?" "Why do you think I'm sitting here with you?" After the crowd left, Clubber sat alone in his locker room, anxiously awaiting the moment when he would see Rocky Pinnicle laying on the ground in intense pain and the belt being handed to the new champion. He smirked at the thought. "Rocky, you gotta remember not to stand toe-to-toe with this guy. The punk has never been fifteen rounds before. Wear him down." Bob told Rocky as they headed towards the ring, greeted by cheers from the crowd. Clubber Lang receive boos but preferred them. It made him want to fight harder. "Apollo Creed, the former champion is coming in from ringside. He looks like five million dollars." Apollo Creeed went in the ring and attempted to shake Clubber's hand, who smacked it away. "Don't touch me foo'! I don't need no hasbin messin' up my color!" Apollo went to Rocky, who was staring at Taarin in the stands and said "Do everybody a favor and drop this chump, alright?" "Yeah, sure." said Rocky as he went to meet Clubber and the ref in the center of the ring. "You know the rules. When I tell you to break, go to your corner. Understand?" said the ref. "Dead meat." Said Clubber as he looked into Rocky's emotionless eyes. He hit Rocky's gloves hard and went to his corner, thinking he had intimidated Pinnicle. The look in his eyes... "You and Clubber exchanged words up there. Any comment?" asked one commentator. "I have no comment." replied Apollo. "I'm gonna be the new champion!" "Taarin..." The introductions were given, "And in blue shorts with white trim, the number one contender...Clubber Lang!" And then with the bell ringing, the fight began. Rocky wanted to take out Clubber quickly so he quickly moved in on his enemy. A left to the head. Another left! Left! Left! Left! His Southpaw training was very good and he could fight southpaw or normal easily. However, switching was quite difficult. "Now he has switched to gut blows! Pinnicle seems to be determined to destroy the bigger challenger." Clubber then suddenly countered with a right to the head. Another right. Another right. Then Rocky came back with a left to the gut. Then a left to the head. Then he began doing 1-2 combos to Clubber Lang's gut. The crowd chanted his name eagerly. Rocky was getting Lang into a corner. But suddenly, he countered with a hard right. Then a left. Then a right. He began beating on Rocky. "ARRRGH!" Another furious punch was given to Pinnicle. For the rest of the round, Clubber handed Rocky's butt to him. The skill of Clubber, or determination, was a amazing. DING! DING! Rocky stumbled and almost fell. Rocky was carried to his corner by Cat. "He's too strong..." panted Rocky breathing heavily, blood dripping from his forehead. His face was becoming deformed, and you couldn't even tell it was Rocky because of the damage and the makeup. "I can't get him off... I can't get him off." "I'm gonna beat you, paper champion!" yelled Clubber from his corner. DING! DING! Clubber moved in on Rocky quickly and began destroying him. Each blow felt a bomb, a bomb in Rocky's heart. He wasn't focused on the fight, but on Taarin. How could she have done that to him? He thought those thoughts as he lay on the ground for ten seconds, and allowing a new king to be hailed. Clubber jumped with joy as he faced boos and held the belt over his head saying "I'm the best! I'm number one! I'm the champion!" "We gotta get Rocky to a hospital, fast!" yelled Cat as the ambulance carried Rocky away. "Okay, we'll take you to the best plastic surgeon in town." Yelled Cat. "No...don't...take...me...there...take...me...some...place...quiet..." "Fine with me. Get outta here!" yelled the anarchist known as Maci as he pushed through the crowd and raced Rocky toward a cheap plastic surgeon. They entered the dark room quickly and were immediately put in the operating room. "The makeup has fused with you're skin, Mr. Pinnicle. It would be a good idea to just rebuild that face." "No! I want my old face back. I want to forget about the bad times I had with the one I have now." Screeched Rocky. "Very well." Said the old doctor as he began his work. Many hours later, Cat was invited into the room to see the results. "Let's see how we did." Said the doctor as he began unraveling Rocky's face. Rocky was getting impatient and ripped them off himself. "Mirror." "Mr. Pinnicle, I tried my best." "Mirror." "Please sir let me-" "MIRROR!" The old doctor handed Rocky a hand mirror. Rocky stared at his new face intently. He then began to laugh. He began to laugh hysterically. He threw the mirror to the ground and walked up the stairs into the streets, laughing maniacally. "Rocky! Lemme see your face!" yelled Cat. Rocky turned around. It looked just like it did before the show. "It looks fine! Why were you laughing insanely?" "I liked that movie." "So Rocky, you wanna get something to eat or maybe visit Taarin or som-" "I wanna be alone if that's okay." Said Rocky quietly. "Sure, bud. Sure." Rocky walked in the darkness quietly. No one seemed to be on the streets that night. It was quite peaceful. Rocky did not know where he was walking until he got there. He arrived facing the gargantuan statue of him. He looked at the statue angrily and threw a nearby stone at the head, whose impact made no dent on the powerful object. Rocky sold his mansion and everything in it and moved back into his old house. The money from the sold items was given to charity. It felt good to be there again. He was getting tired of the rich life anyway. He just wanted to go back to the way it was when he was happy. Still all the pictures of Taarin flooded his room. He could not forget no matter how hard he tried. You'd think it would be Clubber Lang that he'd see everywhere he went, but he saw Kermit. The evil frog laughing in his face. Rocky would become motionless, angry or scared whenever he saw something reminding him of the most powerful Muppet. Kermit came back for revenge. He had been revived stronger, faster and better than he was before. The battle was fierce but in the end, Rocky won and reunited with Taarin. He was at peace with himself. But after that battle his other rival kept appearing. Clubber Lang was winning many title defenses and appearing in Rocky's nightmares. Clubber Lang took over where Kermit had left off. It had been one month since the defeat of Kermit when Apollo Creed entered Rocky's room. Rocky was busy working on one of his many Flash projects when he entered. "GAH! This stupid action script isn't working!" yelled Rocky as he set down his laptop and hit his speed-bag lightly. "Not like that. You have to step into it." "Apollo?" asked Rocky as he turned. "What are you doing here?" "Business..." "You know if the papers knew we were talking like this they'd think we were crazy." "So what else is new? Look, Mountain: you fought that fight without any strength. You lost because he was at full power and you were not. You should have a rematch against him with no handicap given to him!" "That part of my life is over, Apollo." "Look, man...I know about the frog and what you went through. But that is over and done with. You need to get back into the ring! "Why do you want to train me? Why do you want to help me?" "To be honest I don't think you can pull it off without me. I'm the best person to teach you how to fight differently." "What is the real reason?" "Listen to that sound. Silence. It's too quiet when you retire. We're too young to retire! And this fight could be big with the right touch. It could be bigger than ours! Heaven knows I don't mind being involved with large numbers. You've lost the will to fight but I can help you get it back. You've lost that Eye of the Tiger. When we fought you had it and I, I trained hard, but I didn't have that look. I almost did...I was on the brink, but I didn't have it. But together, we can both get it back. The Eye of the Tiger, man...The Eye of the Tiger." "Clubber, do you accept Rocky's challenge?" asked the anchorman as he interviewed the current champion. "I do accept his challenge, because last time he was no challenge! The last fight I was at my best and he was at his worst! I want a fair and even fight so I can truly become the champion!" said Clubber. Apollo, Rocky, Bob, John, Cat and Taarin sat down watching the news on T.V. and witnessed the interview. "I can't wait to see this bum fall." Said Apollo. "What do you think about him being trained by Apollo Creed?" "Apollo who? You mean Apollo Creed, that washed up hasbin?" "Keep talkin pal..." said Apollo as he listened to the insults on T.V. "Hard words from a hard man. The odds are stacked against Pinnicle by 10 to 1. It seems very unlikely he won't regain his title. He was good but his time has passed. I wish him luck." "Don't listen to it, Rocky." Taarin said softly. "No, DO listen to it Rocky. After this is all over a lot of people are going to owe you an engraved apology. And you're going to owe me a big favor. When it's over." "Here's your training drink, Rocky." Said Bob as she handed him a glass of Egg yolk. "Excuse me, but I am training him this time." Said Apollo. "Oh really? Well I think we could just go to Macho Man and I'm sure he'd train you better than this moron." "Bob! Be nice! Bob, I need to learn a new style and that is why I'm training under Apollo." "You know a bunch of styles!" "Yes but one more can't hurt." "I know many styles Rock, and I'll teach them to you." said Apollo. "I'll also teach you how to combine all of them into one fighting style, that which is uniquely yours." Rocky, Taarin, Cat, John, Bob and Apollo all went to the airport together and arrived in Las Angeles California. They took a taxi to a part of the city full of drunks and bums. Apollo breathed in the air deeply. He was home. "I can't believe I forgot my laptop. I hope your friends have a CPU I can use to access my files from." Said John. "Sorry John, no computers here." Apollo said with a grin. "WHAT?!" Bob looked at the people walking by. "I don't even have a gun." "This is where I started and this is where Rocky will start. Let's check in real quick and then head over to the gym." Said Apollo as they entered the hotel. The floor-board creaked with every step. The old man at the front desk was sleeping. A strange green blob was moving around on the desk. Apollo tapped on the bell and said "Excuse me." "What?" "We'd like to check in." "Really?" "Yes, we'd like some rooms." "Somebody's checkin' in!"yelled the old man. Suddenly every guest in the hotel got out of their rooms and and repeated what he said. Then they began to play their musical insturments and sing. _Oh, there's no fire in the fireplace__ __There's no carpet on the floor__ __Don't try to order dinner__ __There's no kitchen anymore__ __But if the road's been kinda bumpy__ __And you need to rest a spell__ __Well, welcome home to Happiness Hotel__ __If you've got luggage keep it handy__ __But you're running out of luck__ __'Cause the bellhops ain't to organized__ __And the elevator's stuck__ __Still if you don't mind friendly animals__ __And can learn to stand the smell__ __Well, welcome home to Happiness Hotel__ __Welcome home__ __Oh, welcome home__ __No matter where you wander__ __You will never do as well__ __Okay the lobby's looking shabby__ __And it's got the wrong address__ __And the whole dern thing has been condemned by 'Merican Express__ __Still the management is cheerful though the whole joint's gone to hell__ __Well welcome home to Happiness Hotel__ __Oh there are bugs__ __There are bugs__ __And there are lice__ __There are lice__ __Sure we have our little problems__ __But you'll never beat the price__ __We've got every kind of critter__ __We've got ev'ry kind of pest__ __But we treat 'em all as equals__ __Jes' like any other guest__ __Though you're cleaner than the others__ __Still as far as we can tell__ __You'll fit right in to Happiness Hotel __ __You'll fit right in to Happiness Hotel _ After putting away their luggage Rocky and Apollo took their training bags from their rooms. They all walked down the streets of L.A. until they arrived at a crummy looking building. "Come on! Rats wouldn't be caught dead here!" yelled Bob. "Shut up punk!" yelled Apollo. "You have to excuse Bob. It takes about a year to get to know her." Said Rocky. "I don't have a year!" The group entered the building and walked up the stairs and saw a bunch of African Americans training their hearts outs. The room was quite smelly. But when they entered the room everyone stopped. They all stared at Rocky with the Eye of the Tiger. "This is where I started." "That's your problem." replied Bob. Apollo did not hear that comment as he walked towards the group of fighters and received a warm welcome. "Rocky, I don't like these people. They smell like squirrelee." "Oh yeah? Maybe they don't like you." replied Rocky. " Me? What'd I do to them?" Thus did the training begin. They began with a simple movement test. Rocky and Apollo did their stances together. However, Rocky was much slower. His feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. "Come on, Rock. Relax." Cried Apollo's trainer, Tony Duke. "He can't move to this music you got here." Said Bob as she held the boombox. "Come on Rocky. Get those feet out of them ground. Alright, better. Now balance better." Said Apollo. "Like this? How am I doing?" asked Rocky. "You're doing fine." Replied Apollo. He turned to Bob. "Can he swim?" "With a name like Rock?" Rocky gasped for air. He was not the best swimmer in the world. "Five more laps!" yelled Apollo. "He isn't a tuna. He belongs back in the gym." Cat told Apollo with her arms crossed. "He has to stretch and use muscles he never used before." Clubber unleashed another blow to Rocky. The black and white projector displayed the fight very well and Rocky's pain was very clear. "Dang, that Clubber is strong." Said Tony. "We'll have to put him away early." Said Apollo. "With the pace Rocky's going at, it should take about five rounds. That should do it..." Rocky did some more punching drills, hitting away at the air, but Apollo was yelling at him. "No, no! You're doing it all wrong!!" Rocky stopped. "Why are you stopping?! Get back to work." "Tommorow." "THERE IS NO TOMMOROW!!" screamed Apollo. That haunting message stayed with Rocky all night. The next morning they were on the beach to do some running practices to improve Rocky's speed. As they ran Rocky was thinking about Clubber, and how he had so viciously beat him. Then, in mid-run, he stopped running. Apollo then stopped too. "What's the matter with you?! Ugh!" Apollo said as he walked off in disgust. There was an akward silence on the beach. Taarin slowly creeped up to Rocky to talk. "Rocky, what is wrong? You've never given up on anything as long as I've known you. Why are you giving up now?" asked Taarin "Because...Because I'm afraid Taarin. I'm afraid of him. Last time I fought him I almost lost you. What might I lose this time? And what if this time it's permanent?" "Rocky, you won't lose me. You won't lose Bob. You won't lose any of us." Said Taarin. (Go read "A spine tingling tale from Sith" after this if you like dramatic irony) "Rocky, the only way you can win is if you want to. Not for the crowd, the title, the money or anything like that. You have to fight for you. Just you and only you. You have to want to fight him." Rocky suddenly got that boost he needed. The boombox now played a different tune as Rocky trained. The speed bag seemed to float in the air. Rocky tried to punch it. He missed. He tried another style. Miss. "No, no Rock. Just click it. Just click it." Said Apollo as he tabbed the bag with his fist with amazing speed. Rocky began the dancing part of boxing again. He was slowly moving his feet off the ground. But first he just wanted to match Apollo's movements. He was slower than Apollo but it was still the same moves. One arm. Then one finger. Rocky struggled with his pushups, but kept on enduring past the pain. He jumped the rope fast. He swam skillfully. So skillfully that John said "Hey, Rocky the fish." As he said that, Rocky grabbed John and threw him into the pool. He also raced Apollo on the beach everyday. And then, when Rocky finally beat Apollo Creed in that race, they jumped into the water and were full of joy. They gave each other and hug and knew that Rocky was ready. They went to New York the day before the fight. The fight was going to be held in Madison Square Garden. And then the big night arrived. Rocky stood nervous in his locker room. But Apollo came in suddenly with a white clothing box. "Rocky, I want you to remember all you've been through and all he's done to you. I'd also like to give you this." Said Apollo as he opened the box. His red, white and blue shorts he wore against Rocky in their first fight. "I can-" "Wear them." "Thank you Apollo. For everything." "Just remember to wash them when you're done. And remember that after all of this is over you are going to owe me a favor." "What favor?" Clubber's room had a slightly different sound. "What is your prediction for the fight?" asked one reporter. "Prediction? Pain..." "Do you hate Pinnicle?" "No I don't, I just pity da foo'. I will destroy anybody who tries to take what I got." "What is your strategy?" "Don't need any. Pinnicle is so predictable and stupid." Clubber heard his name called and knew Pinnicle was in the ring waiting. Clubber pushed through to get into the main room and walk into the ring. A spectator attacked him but he knocked him out with punch. Clubber entered the ring and had one of his crew members take off his robe and belt. He was wearing blue shorts with white trim. "Hey foo'! Ready for another beating! You should've never came back!" Rocky's name was chanted by the fans. Clubber did have a few fans but most of them belonged to the former champion. They both went to the center of the ring and listened to the ref give the rules. "Alright, you guys know the rules so I'll just repeat a few. Watch your low blows and rabbit punches. In the case of a knock down go to your corner until I tell you to come back out." Clubber and Rocky stared at each other intently. The rivals faces were very close, almost touching. The intensity could be felt all around the world. "I'm gonna bust you up." Clubber told Rocky. "Go for it." Replied his fierce rival. Go for it! Go for it! Go for it! Go for it! Rocky and Clubber both walked to their corners and awaited the bell. Rocky got down on his knees and began praying while Clubber threw a few quick punches in the air. Rocky then heard the bell ring, hit the corner and got up. He then charged toward his opponent. To be or not to be yo, that's the question. Are you gonna stop or keep on roughin? Stronger, faster, quicker than the next man. To be the best is the master plan. Go out with all you got. Give it your best shot. Don't ever think about trying to stop. Keep reaching, pushing, pumping for perfection. Make up your direction. Rocky moved right out his corner and began unleashing rights to the head of Clubber Lang, with a left thrown in every three strikes. He then moved back a bit and went against the side ropes as Clubber approached. Rocky then lunged a left forward and hit Lang hard in the jaw. He then began to do a combo of speedy lefts and every five blows a right would enter. Don't ever stop for a moment. Prove you want it. If you got it , good , then get up on it. You better do it cuz you're blowin' my mind. Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go, Go! I see it in your eyes! Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go! You've got to go for the feeling! Rocky unleashed a blow onto Clubber that pushed him into the center of the ring. Rocky then began to circle Clubber and throw in a left randomly as he moved around him. Clubber swung a right at Rocky, who ducked it quickly. Pinnicle then countered with a one-two combo to Clubber's head. It's time for the rhyme of the bold and the gifted Listen close and you'll get lifted Higher than you ever been before Get more than you bargained for, for sure. Life can be a trip, full of trouble But you gotta stand up and fight back double! Don't let nothin' hold ya back Yo', When life says "Stop" you say "Go, Go!" "This is the style of Apollo Creed! Just amazing! Clubber doesn't know what to do! He's being stunned by this style! Clubber throws a right to the chest, and hits Pinnicle lightly. The Mountain is countering with more left blows! Another one-two combo to the head!" Preaching, growing, teaching, knowing Instead of preaching let each and every one of ya'll flowing! Get yourself together, keep moving Don't let nothin' stop your flowing Go for what you want Don't hold back Cuz I know ya got the knack To Go farther then you've ever been before Yo Full of my mind, then go for yours Clubber backed Rocky into a corner. Rocky noticed such and began punching Clubber back. But suddenly, the worst happened. Clubber began dodging. "Come on sucka! Bring it to me!" yelled Clubber as he began ducking away from Rocky's blows. Clubber then began throwing some lefts at Rocky. Rocky dodged and began attacking again. Clubber threw a right and hit Rocky in the head. He threw another punch which Rocky ducked and then punched Clubber from behind. Clubber moved backward and then faced Rocky as he dealt more blows to him. Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go, Go! I see it in your eyes! Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go! You've got to go for the feeling! Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go, Go! I see it in your eyes! Go For It! Heart and Fire! Go, Go! You've got to go for the feeling! Clubber swung at Rocky again. Rocky dodged and went back with another combination. He then began to beat on Clubber Lang who stopped moving. After a few blows he dodged and began attacking Rocky once again and missing. Rocky backed Clubber into a corner and began punching him in the face again when the bell rang. Clubber was pulled back to his corner with a struggle. He wanted to keep on fighting. Yet Rocky calmly walked back to his corner. "I'll kill you, man!" yelled Clubber. "Alright Rock, just don't get crazy and we're home. Don't let this bum make you fight his fight." Apollo said to Rocky. DING! Clubber flew out of his corner towards Rocky. When he got too close, Rocky began attacking Clubber once again. Clubber threw a few blows and missed while Rocky began unleashing his skillful punches onto Clubber. He gave Clubber many blows to the head, and was careful to keep his distance from his adversary. Clubber then unleashed a fearsome blow full of ki to Pinnicle and knocked him into a corner. Clubber then began pounding mercilessly on Rocky. Rocky tried to get out but was thrown back in the corner by Clubber. Clubber's strength was unbelievable. Each blow felt like every bone in Rocky's body suddenly snapped in half. Clubber grabbed Rocky but the ref broke them up. Clubber stood in the middle of the ring and beckoned Rocky to come. He came and began blocking Clubber's blows. Clubber threw a hard blow at Rocky. He fell to the ground but got up before seven seconds passed. Then he was knocked down again. He got up before eight seconds passed. Clubber then began attacking Rocky yet again. The bell then rang, but Clubber kept punching. "Ain't so bad! You ain't so bad! You ain't nothing!" yelled Rocky as he pushed Clubber face with his glove. The two teams broke up the fighting and brought both of them back to their corner but not without dialogue between the fighters. "You must be crazy or somethin' foo!" yelled Lang. "I'm crazy? I ain't breathing heavy!" yelled Pinnicle. They both walked to their corners and received words from their team. "What the hell are you doing?! It doesn't take a man to stand out there and get killed." Yelled Apollo. "I know what I'm doing. He's getting tired." Panted Rocky. "Rocky, just go out and win! Eye of the Tiger! Eye of the Tiger!" yelled Apollo. "Kick some butt!" yelled Cat. "Don't try to take him out in one punch!" yelled one of Clubber's crew. DING! The third round began. Rocky and Clubber moved toward each other. "It's my round. It's my round." Clubber said softly. Clubber threw a punch. Rocky moved his arms to block it and push Clubber's arms back and then counter with a one-two combo. He then began punching Clubber in the face. Clubber counted with a left but Rocky ducked back to avoid the blow. He walked backwards as Clubber unleashed an onslaught upon his rival. Clubber got Rocky into a corner and began beating on his face. His powerful blows quickly sunk deep into Rocky's flesh, and yet the warrior did not yelp with pain. Clubber punched Rocky in the kidney. Rocky moved out of the corner to the side and got another kidney blow. Rocky moved towards the center and felt Clubber's punches reach his back. Clubber then began to attack Rocky's arms which were blocking his head. He simply attacked with no thought, like a child. A gigantic child. Lang gave Rocky another blow to the side. Rocky rubbed the top of Clubber's head and said "Again! Again!" Clubber gave more blows to Rocky, but Rocky did the exact same thing. "He's getting killed out there!" yelled Apollo. "No he's not getting killed, he's getting him mad!" cried Bob as she pointed to the fighters. Risin up,back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now Iâ�™m back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive "Come on! Whole world's watching, knock me out! Come on, knock me out!" yelled Rocky. Clubber hit Rocky hard in the back. Rocky smugly said "Hit me harder! Come on!" Clubber responded by giving him another blow to the side of Rocky's gut. Apollo's trainer cried out to Rocky screaming "Noooo!" Clubber unleashed a hard left to Rocky's defensive arms. His white mouthpiece was a combo of disgusting red and yellow. His mouth opened wide before the next hit, which was a right to Rocky's guarding arms. He managed to get Rocky in the back of the head. Rocky was now moving away from Clubber, even as another punch was hit on the back of his head. So many times, it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive "Come on champ! Ain't so bad! Ain't so bad! Ain't nothin!" yelled Rocky as he tried to move his injured mouth, which was difficult with blood dripping into his mouth. Rocky was backed into a corner. Clubber's blows kept missing. Rocky had planned this and began attacking Clubber and moving out of the corner. Then with one huge blow, Rocky punched Clubber Lang in the head, and the behemoth fell to the ground. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night Clubber Lang got on his hands and knees and began shaking his head to regain some focus. He did around the first second he was on the ground. He looked up into Rocky's eyes and saw something that wasn't there before. "Stay down..." cried Taarin. Those eyes...they once were his. Rocky had Clubber's eyes. Clubber never had blue eyes, but the look...Clubber had looked for it in the mirror everyday and could not find it. He now knew what that look was. He lost the Eye of the Tiger. He knew he had no chance of winning the fight. In shock, he stayed there for the full ten seconds. Rocky Pinnicle regained his title. He jumped up in the air with joy and the ring was flooded with his friends. And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger... "Come on, we made a deal!" said Apollo as they entered the dark gym and walked towards the ring. Apollo was wearing red shorts while Rocky was wearing yellow. "I know, but this is extremely crazy." "I know, it's mentally irregular. But it makes all the sense in the world. You owe me a favor." "I know, but when did you think of this?" "About three years ago. Last time you beat by one second, one second. That's hard for someone of my intelligence to handle." "I thought you said that after I beat you, you learned to live with it." "I lied." Said Apollo jocundly as they entered the ring. "So this is just to proove it to yourself, huh?" "That's right. No T.V.s, no camera crews, no crowd. Just you, me and the ring." "You sure you want to do this? You taught me everything you know." "Almost everything. You fight great but I am a great fighter." Said Apollo as he put his mouthpiece in. "You wanna ring the bell?" Rocky asked. "Sure. Ding, Ding." Said Apollo as he moved his left arm in the air jokingly. "Wow, looking smooth." "I taught you well, Mountain." "I might aim for the wrong guy." And then the two threw a punch at the other's head at the exact same moment. That fight, which not even I know the outcome of, was one of Pinnicle's greatest bouts... It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger... End file.	Rocky, Adventure, Angst	Fanfiction	null	74,717	12,886.8
null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1 I always thought that Ivan Drago got a bit of a hard time in Rocky IV. I think that he was just a guy who wanted to box but he was corrupted, manipulated and drugged by the Russian government. So I wanted to write about what might have happened after he lost…plus he's hot! Vengeance After his defeat at the hands of Rocky Balboa in Moscow, Ivan Drago returns to America and, keeping a low profile, starts to train with small time coach Jim Baxter. To help Ivan adjust to life in America, Baxter ropes in his daughter Jenny to tutor him in English. Separated from her violent boxer husband, babysitting another fighter is a job she doesn't want. But as the pair spend more time together Jenny realises they may be able to help each other more than she thought… Prologue December 26th 1985 New York City His fist hit the wall, inches from her face, causing her to yelp and jump back. Turning to face him, she saw the familiar fury in his eyes and, mustering every ounce of courage she had left, she squared up to him. "You fucking piece of shit." His mouth trembled with anger at her insolence. "You walk out that door, Jenny and I'll smash your fucking face in, you hear me?" It was no idle threat. She knew that he would. She had the memories of the bruises and fractured cheekbones to prove it. "Go ahead," she replied, her voice trembling slightly, "it's not as if you haven't done it before. That's all you boxers know, isn't it?" He didn't say anything. "You think you can solve everything with a punch. You think that's how you get respect. But it's not respect, Dan. It's fear. And fears can be overcome." He started to laugh contemptuously, "Really?" "Yes," she said, "really. I've spent the last five years of my life letting you control me and treat me like a _punching bag_…but not anymore Dan. No more. Now I'm walking out of this door and I'm leaving you and if you want to smash my fucking face in for doing that, then go ahead. But it's not going to change the fact that I'm not afraid of you anymore!" It was a lie, of course. She was terrified. Perhaps more terrified than she had ever been before. But this time, she knew she had to do it. If she didn't, she would one day die at his hands. She had thought the day before, Christmas Day, might have been that day. A petty argument over the Rocky Balboa – Ivan Drago fight had led to her spending the night wide awake, a kitchen knife under her pillow. Dan moved even closer to her, so close that their faces were almost touching and she could feel his breath on her lips. She thought back to years gone by, when being this close to him made her body weak with desire. There was no desire anymore. There hadn't been for years. Two voices screamed inside her head. One was shouting _this is it, he's going to kill you_ and the other was shouting _this is it, you've done it._ "Go," he said suddenly, quietly, his eyes sweeping her with a look of utter disdain, "I'm done with you anyway." He moved away from her, creating enough space for her to be able to turn, open the door and get out. Knowing from past experience that turning her back on him was never the safest option, Jenny felt for the door handle behind her, turned it and opened the door. Her eyes never left his face as she reached down to lift the suitcase at her feet. Slowly, she manoeuvred her body out of the door into the hallway, waiting, bracing herself for the moment when he would pounce and smash her head into the wall. It didn't come, but he stepped forward as she stepped back, following her out the door. Sensing freedom was in sight, she backed away from him along the hallway to the stairwell and then, seizing the moment, turned and ran as fast as she could, dragging the suitcase behind her, down and out through the main apartment door into the biting cold wind of a Boxing Day morning. Without looking back again, she sprinted to the car, wrenched open the door, tossed the suitcase in and then jumped into the driver's seat. As she jammed the keys in the ignition, she looked up, in time to see him appear at the main door. He made no move to come towards the car but merely watched as she started up the engine. _Go, go! _The voice inside her head was screaming even louder than it ever had before. _You're free! You've done it! _Slamming her foot down on the accelerator, she roared away from the kerb, keeping her eyes forward, her mind focussed on what she was doing. Twenty minutes later, her father opened his front door after her insistent knocking and pulled her into his grateful embrace. December 26th 1985 Moscow, Russia "Disgrace to your country! Disgrace to your wife! Disgrace to me!" He sat, head bowed, as he had since that terrible moment when he had been knocked down in the ring. In the heat of the moment, when he had grabbed Rimsky by the throat at the ringside and screamed at them all that he fought to win for himself, he hadn't considered the consequences of a loss. Hadn't contemplated not been hailed a hero. Hadn't contemplated not being able to live up to the huge image of himself hoisted prior to the start of the fight. But he had been enduring those consequences ever since. Dragged from the ring, battered and bloodied, Nikoli had berated him all the way back to the dressing room, spewed venom at him as he had been examined by the doctor, only ceasing when he and Ludmilla had finally made their way home. Then there had just been the terrible silence as she refused to speak to him and slept in another room. "After everything that we did for you! All the time, energy and resources spent on you…! You would have be nothing without me! Now you are _nothing, _Ivan, _nothing!" _A day later, Nikoli was still speechless with rage. "I did my best," he said quietly. "This man…he was…" "A man! A little man that you should have knocked out in the first round!" Nikoli stood in front of him, leaning towards him, pointing his finger in his face as though chastising a child. "He should have met the same fate as Apollo Creed and yet you let him _beat _you! I do not know why I wasted my time and money on you!" "I am a good fighter." "You are _not!" _Nikoli insisted. "You are a loser, Ivan. You will never fight professionally again in Soviet Union, I will see to that! You have embarrassed me and _everyone _around you!" He straightened up and adjusted his tie. "You would do well to think on that." He turned smartly on his heel and headed to the front door, letting it slam shut behind him. Ivan stood and moved to the window in time to see his, apparently, former manager be ushered into a large black car and speed away from the kerb. With him, went everything that had been dreamed of for so long. "He is right." His wife's voice jolted him back to reality. "Milla…" he turned to where she was standing at the fireplace, her back to him. "Don't," she said. "I cannot look at you. I cannot…" she trailed off. "Nikoli is right. You should have easily won that fight. You were fit, you were trained, you were ready…" He stepped towards her and then stopped, recognising that he would receive no solace from her. "It is not the end," he said. "I can try again. There will be other fights…other men." Ludmilla turned to face him, her expression hard, yet betrayed by a lone tear descending down her cheek. "Don't you see, Ivan? It _is _the end. Without Nikoli…we have nothing. There is no trainer, no manager, no equipment, no money…" "No drugs," he interrupted bitterly. "No needles to be put in me." Her eyes hardened and she raised her chin defiantly. "We knew what we were getting involved in, Ivan. You did not complain when you were told what would happen. You did not flinch when those needles were put in you." "You did not flinch either." "I knew that it was all for your benefit! For your own good! To make you the great champion that I knew you could be!" "You did not believe that I could win without Nikoli? Without the drugs?" He asked her the question he had always wanted an answer to. She didn't reply. "You did not?" "I wanted you to win," she said finally. "I wanted you to move beyond amateur level and become heavyweight champion. Was that so wrong?" "But you did not think I could do it without Nikoli." Ludmilla lowered her eyes, "Perhaps. But now I think that you could not do it at all." She met his gaze again. "Because you didn't." He strode forwards and gripped her shoulders. "It will just be us again, Milla. Like it was before. Before Nikoli, before Creed and Balboa. Before any of it. We can start again." She shook him off. "Didn't you hear what he said, Ivan? You will never fight again in Soviet Union. There is no future for you in boxing here. There is no future for us. The embarrassment and disgrace…" He stared at her, "You are more concerned about that than being with me?" "I am an Olympic champion," she said, "a success. I am sorry…but I don't see how we can be together any longer." As she made to move past him, he grabbed her arm to stop her and she swung around, landing a stinging blow on his cheek that hurt more than any punch from Balboa. Instantly, he released her and she hurried away from him. An hour later, as she closed the door behind her, carrying as many of her possessions as she could carry, he made no effort to stop her. 2. Chapter 2 Thank you so much for all your reviews! I'm glad you like the story so far! Please keep it up. December 31st 1985 New York City Jenny stood at her father's front window watching as fat flakes of snow fell onto the ground. It had started just after breakfast and continued all day so that the street and sidewalk were both covered in a thick, white carpet. Cars navigated each other slowly as people attempted to go about their daily business but she could see that her own car was completely covered and there would be little chance of being able to dig it out if the occasion warranted it. In the far corner of the room, the radio was still playing Christmas songs, even though they day itself had passed. It would soon be a new year. 1986. A new beginning, her father had said. She knew he was right. Freedom from Dan brought endless possibilities to her, but there was also the fear. Fear of the unknown, of being alone again, and of the bitter battle no doubt yet to come. There had been no word from Dan since she had left. No phone calls, no appearances at the door begging for her forgiveness. It was the first time that he hadn't chased her and she didn't know whether to see that as positive or not. Perhaps it meant he would finally accept it was over and yet, in her heart, she didn't believe that he would. "Dinner's ready!" Jim called from the kitchen and she turned away from the window and crossed the living room where the smell of her father's roast beef was mouth-watering. "I hope you're hungry," he said as she took her seat, "I think I might have made a little too much." "A little?" Jenny echoed, her gaze falling on the heaped plate he placed in front of her. "I'm still full from Christmas dinner." "Nonsense. You need fattening up." He sat down opposite her and opened a bottle of wine. "I told you before, Jenny, you've been looking much too pale and thin of late. Not that I don't know why." "Let's not talk about it," she said quickly. "If that's what you want." "It is." The last thing she wanted, or needed, was her father to start dissecting her relationship with Dan. Though she knew he would always take her side, there was a part of her that felt he blamed her for not leaving before. "So, are you going to file for divorce?" Jenny paused and looked at him, "Didn't I just say I didn't want to talk about it?" "All right," Jim replied. "But I just think..." "Dad!" "Sorry." He put his fork down, reached over and squeezed her hand. "I'm just glad that you're here, that's all. Your mother would be too." Her eyes fell on the photograph of her mother on the sideboard. The smiling face was so familiar and yet, in years gone by, her mother had looked perpetually worried every time she had seen her. With a stab of regret, she realised it was because of what she had put her through by staying with Dan. How she wished her mother had been here when she had arrived on Christmas Day. "You still planning on doing my books?" Jim asked, jolting her back to reality. "Of course. Whenever you like." "First few days after the New Year should be pretty quiet. Why don't you come down to the gym with me? Give you something to do before school goes back?" "Sure," she replied. It wasn't as though she had anything else to do. XXXX He hadn't been back to America since Creed had died. Returning to Moscow after that fateful night had been a blessing. The newspapers had been full of what had happened. The American hero, slain by the Russian invader. Ivan had never intended for Creed to die. He hadn't expected for one moment that his blows would be so deadly. When the reporter had thrust the microphone in his face and asked him what he thought about the injured fighter, he had replied as Nikoli had told him to. He had realised, hours later that it had been the wrong thing to say. As he stood in the line for immigration at Newark Airport, he looked out of the window to where the airport was rapidly becoming more and more obscured by the snow. There had been talk before his plane had left Moscow, that they might have to divert because of the bad weather. He had laughed to himself at how ill-prepared the Americans always were. In Russia, a little snow would not bring everything grinding to a halt the way it did here. His decision to return had been made quickly, mere hours after Ludmilla had left him. What was there for him in Russia anymore? He could go nowhere without being recognised as the man beaten by Balboa. He was pointed at, ridiculed, in the street and on television. The memories of that fight, of how the crowd had suddenly turned against him, were raw and he hoped that here, in New York, he could simply disappear. When he stepped up to the counter and handed over his passport and visa, the man at the desk looked at the photograph, then at him, then back to the photograph again. He studied the other paperwork carefully and Ivan knew that he recognised him. He shifted from foot to foot, hoping the man would hurry up, wanting nothing more than to collect his bags and leave. "Enjoy your stay," the man said, finally, stamping his passport and handing it back. "Thank you," he replied. Lifting his rucksack, he followed the signs for baggage claim and, once his suitcase had been retrieved, he headed for the main airport door. As it opened, he felt the raw, cold sting of the winter air on his face and flurries of snow settled in his hair. If he closed his eyes, he could have been in Moscow. Straight ahead, he saw a line of New York's famous yellow taxis and he hurried forward to the first one in the queue. As he approached, the driver tossed away his lit cigarette and opened the trunk for his bags. "Where you headed?" he asked, slamming it closed. Ivan paused. He had no idea. XXXX Jenny had only stayed up to keep her father happy. Dick Clark was on and he insisted she sit with him, drinking brandy and eating peanuts until the ball dropped on Times Square and it was officially 1986. Once all the initial excitement had passed, however, she made her excuses and headed for her bedroom, the room she had occupied as a child, little changed from those days. Outside her window, she could hear laughter and shouting coming from down the street as revellers spilled out of their homes or the nearby bars. Climbing into her bed, she pulled the duvet cover up close under her chin and closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, to put everything that had happened behind her and to wake in the morning refreshed and ready to grab 1986 by the balls. Twenty minutes later, she admitted defeat, snapped on her bedside light and lifted a magazine. XXXX The hotel was nothing compared to the luxury he had stayed in on his last visit to the country, but it was cheap and anonymous and those were the two most important things to him right now. He had taken the room for three nights, enough time initially, he hoped, to be able to find somewhere more permanent. In a somewhat desolate area of town and with it being New Year's Eve, the noise from outside was incredible. People were shouting, glass was breaking, sirens were wailing...it was just how New York was portrayed on the television. A violent, disordered place. For a while, he lay on his back, staring at the stained, cracked ceiling listening to it all, but eventually he fell into a dreamless sleep, only to be suddenly woken by a banging on his door. He lay, unmoving, presuming it was simply a mistake, but the banging came again, louder and more insistent. Finally, Ivan climbed out of bed and moved slowly over to the door. Glancing through the spy-hole, he could see the figure of a man on the other side. The light directly above his door was broken and the man's face was shrouded in shadow. He banged the door again and Ivan stepped back, unsure as to what to do. He knew he would be able to defend himself from any threat, but such an altercation would surely threaten his wish to remain unknown. He stood, waiting, his heart thumping in his chest, then he moved forward to the door again and peered through the glass. The man was gone. He slipped back into bed and pulled the covers around him, feeling a sudden shiver go through his body. How he wished for the warmth and comfort of another person. 3. Chapter 3 January 2nd 1986 Jenny shivered as she flipped the lights on, bathing her father's gym in a yellow hue that only served to highlight how desperately it needed painted. One light in the corner started to flicker mercilessly and she suddenly remembered reminding her father to change the bulb before the gym had closed for the holidays. He obviously hadn't done it, which was typical. She loved him to death and when he was immersed in the world of boxing he was a ball of highly charged energy, excitement and anticipation. But he was nothing if not completely and utterly oblivious to maintenance issues. Crossing the floor, the sound of her boots echoed around the room, bouncing off of every wall, comforting her as she reached the office and unlocked the door. Clearly the other thing her father had neglected to do before the holidays was tidy up. Stained coffee cups littered the desk atop un-opened mail, Christmas cards and, more than likely, bills. Sighing, she dropped her bag in the corner and sat down in the worn leather chair that creaked under her weight. It was unlikely that anyone would come into the gym today given it was still technically the holidays so she was guaranteed peace at least to get on with what needed to be done. Her mind flitted briefly to the stack of papers sitting in her room at home just waiting to be graded in time for school going back next week. There was no way she could go back to work without having them done and yet…her mind just wouldn't let her focus on them. They were a symbol of her life. Her other life. The life she had with Dan. The one she was trying so hard to leave behind. She peeled off her jacket and flicked on the ancient coffee machine. There was only one thing to do and that was to engross herself in the accounts of a small, rundown boxing gym. XXXX Ivan replaced the receiver in the cradle and retrieved his money from the slot. It was the third time he had tried to call Ludmilla since he had arrived in New York and no-one seemed willing to divulge her whereabouts. He had tried everyone he knew, everyone she might go to and yet, nothing. "Ivan, come home," his mother had said when he had called to say he was safely in New York. "What is the purpose of this? Come home to your family. Perhaps then, you and Milla…" She didn't understand why he needed to do this, and he didn't expect her to. All he could do was reassure her that he was well and that he would phone regularly and that if she heard anything from Ludmilla, she must tell him. Stepping out of the phone booth, he pulled his hooded sweater tighter around him to keep out the chill morning air. People scurried past him in all directions, going about their daily lives, and not one person even so much as glanced at him. It was a relief. Pulling his hood up, he began jogging along the sidewalk, focused once more on his mission for the day. He needed somewhere to train. It had been several days since he had pulled gloves on, punched a bag or done anything remotely linked to boxing and he was starting to feel the ill effects. He could almost feel his muscles withering away beneath his flesh. It was like the drugs they had pumped into him at home. When he stopped training, he started to get withdrawal symptoms. He needed to find a gym. Somewhere out of the way, anonymous, where he could be left in peace simply to clear his head and forget everything that had happened in the past. Perhaps it was too much to ask, but he just wanted to be the man he was before. He kept running, with no real sense of where he was or what direction he should take. The bustle of the main streets gave way to quieter areas and before he knew how far he had run, he found himself in what appeared to be a back alleyway. He paused and looked back they way he had come and yet, nothing seemed to be familiar. Looking up ahead, he saw a tired, grey building nestled between two brown stone buildings, the paint on its exterior flaking, wire mesh on the windows. There was a small sign above the door and, as he moved closer, he was able to make out the grimy picture of two boxing gloves. XXXX Jenny lifted her head and rubbed the back of her neck. A quick glance at her watch and a growl in her stomach indicated it was almost noon. Scattered on the desk in front of her were her father's accounts, mixed in with the un-opened bills. Trying to make sense of it all was starting to give her a headache and she decided that a brisk walk to the local deli and some decent coffee was required before she could even think about doing anything more. As she got to her feet, she heard the sound of the outer door bang. The noise made her jump and as she moved to the door of the office, she wondered who could possibly have decided to come and train. She recognised him immediately. Even though he was dressed so differently, in jogging pants and a hooded jumper, she would have known that face anywhere. It had been plastered all over the television for weeks and the Christmas Day fight had been advertised on billboards the length and breadth of the city. Moreover, she had watched transfixed as Balboa had slowly beaten him down, each round etching a further splinter of defeat on his seemingly flawless skin. He walked towards her, his gait unsure, his eyes darting around the gym as though expecting to be attacked at any moment. From the brash confidence of the man who had fought and killed Apollo Creed, Ivan Drago now looked unsure, scared even. "Can I help you?" she asked, surprised at the high-pitched quality of her voice. "I…" he looked around, as though wishing no-one else to hear their exchange. "I look for gym." "Well this is a gym," she replied, realising how ridiculous her words were the moment they were out. "I mean…were you looking for a particular gym?" Ivan shook his head. "No. I look to…to train." "Oh…" Jenny paused. "Uh….this is my father's gym and I'm sure…I'm sure he'd be happy to let you train here. He's a professional trainer," she added. "I can box here?" "Uh…sure. I mean, there's no-one else here right now given it's still technically the holidays but…you're welcome to use the facilities if you want to." He frowned, "Facilities?" "Oh, the ring, the weights, the pads…" she trailed off, feeling her heart thumping in her chest for some inexplicable reason. "I'm Jenny," she held out her hand. "Ivan," he said, taking her hand in his. She was surprised by how gentle his touch was and the softness of his hand. Dan's had always been so rough. "I know." He pulled away first, looking at the floor, as though unable to hold her gaze any longer. "I can train now?" "Of course," she said, "I'll show you where you can change." She crossed the gym floor towards the dressing rooms and opened the door. "There's lockers and showers…uh…make yourself at home." "Thank you," he said quietly and she found herself somewhat transfixed by the blueness of his eyes. "I'll…uh…I'll just be in the office if you need anything," she tore her gaze away and, turning, hurried back across the gym into the office where she realised she had been holding her breath. It came out in a rush and she had to hold onto the desk for support. Sitting back down, she lifted the papers she had been reading over and tried to re-focus but her mind was reeling. Ivan Drago. _The _Ivan Drago was in her father's gym! Moments later, Ivan reappeared from the changing rooms, dressed in shorts, a wife beater and carrying gloves. Jenny watched as he crossed the floor to the nearest punching bag, pulled on the gloves and began training. His face was the picture of concentration as he danced around the bag, landing blow after blow, ducking and diving, as though the bag would suddenly reach out and smash him across the jaw. After a while, he stopped, his body glistening with sweat and, looking across, he met her gaze. "Shit," she swore softly, lowering her head to the papers again. XXXX The girl, Jenny, seemed nice, Ivan thought as he caught sight of her watching him train. She was so different from Ludmilla, smaller, stockier and with a mass of dark brown curls cascading down her back. The oversized sweater she was wearing did nothing for her figure but he somehow found it more pleasing to the eye than his wife's sharp suits had ever been. Her face flashed across his memory and he landed one final, agonising blow to the bag before stopping to catch his breath and look again at Jenny. When she realised that he had seen her watching, she ducked her face out of sight. Rubbing his forearm across his forehead, he made his way across the room to the office door. "Everything all right?" she asked, looking up with a smile. "Yes," he replied, taking in the wide brown eyes. "You have many fighters here?" "A few," she replied. "Mostly young boys from the neighbourhood, but a few older ones too." "Your father is trainer?" Jenny nodded. "He was very successful in the late sixties, early seventies with some local fighters who made it all the way to national championships. Now…" she trailed off somewhat wistfully. Ivan cocked his head to one side, "Do you box?" "Me?" she laughed. "No." "Not even little bit?" "Maybe some sparring every now and then, but not seriously." "You spar with me." She looked at him as though he were mad. "What?" "Spar with me," he repeated, pointing to the ring. "We go, now." "I'm not…no," she said. "I mean, I…I…" "I be gentle," he reassured her, keen for the company. He saw the doubt in her face and realised, almost instantly, what she would be thinking. Apollo's shadow loomed over him. He would never be able to escape the events of that night in Las Vegas. All anyone in America would ever remember him for, was the death of their former champion. "I understand," he said softly, turning away. "Wait," Jenny said, causing him to turn back. "I…" Her words were lost as the window on the far side of the room suddenly exploded into a waterfall of glass, causing them both to jump and Jenny to scream as a brick smashed onto the floor and slid across to rest at his feet. 4. Chapter 4 Thanks for your reviews! Keep them coming! "Jesus fucking Christ..." Ivan turned as the words came tumbling from Jenny's mouth, and saw that she had gone deathly pale. "Jesus Christ...Jesus Christ..." Before he could say anything, she had hurried over to the far side of the room and then stopped dead, mere feet from the window. Slowly, she began to back away, her fists balled at her side, her body trembling. He moved beside her and looked through the shattered window to the other side of the alleyway where a man stood, angrily grinding a cigarette into the sidewalk. "Do you know him?" he asked. Jenny didn't reply. She turned and walked quickly down the corridor to the door, throwing it open and letting in a sharp blast of cold, winter air. He heard the sound of her voice, raised and angry, and slowly followed her to where, although shrouded in shadow, he could see her standing just outside. "Fucking asshole!" he heard her shout. "Fuck you!" came the response from across the street. "You really think I was going to let you just walk away?" Moving slightly to his left afforded Ivan a view of the man. He looked about his own age, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, a bottle of vodka in his hand. "I don't want to talk to you, Dan!" Jenny shouted back. "I don't want to see you and what the _fuck_ was that?" she gestured towards the window. "You don't just walk away from me, Jenny," the man said, crossing and standing right in front of her. His voice lowered so that Ivan couldn't hear what he was saying but though he could sense Jenny's unease, she squared up to him. "Go away," she said, loudly and clearly. "I left you. It's over!" She turned away but the man grabbed her arm, swinging her back around to face him. Ivan was poised to reveal himself when Jenny swung her fist and caught the man a sharp, stinging blow to the jaw. He reeled and staggered backwards, his hands at his face, his eyes wide with shock. "Get the fuck away from me," she said, and he could hear her voice shaking. "It's over!" "Do you know him?" Ivan asked, as she hurried back inside, closed the door and bolted it firmly. "My husband," she said, refusing to meet his gaze. Moving past him back into the gym she started wandering aimlessly between the bags, one hand continually coursing through her hair, the other pinching her bottom lip. He could feel the tension coming off her in waves and he stood helplessly at the door, unsure what to say or do. "Can I...uh...do anything?" "Short of killing him for me, no." She stopped the moment the words had left her mouth and looked at him for the first time. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that...I..." she broke off. "It's...it's complicated." Ivan chose to ignore the implication in her comment and pointed towards the changing rooms, sensing that it would be better if he left. "I go?" "Uh...yes...yes if you want to," Jenny replied, distractedly, turning and heading back for the office. He watched as she sat down heavily in the chair and put her hand on the receiver of the phone. He waited, but she didn't lift it, instead lowering her head onto the desk in front of her. Mindful of his situation, he made his way back into the changing rooms, showered quickly and pulled back on his street clothes. As he re-emerged into the gym, he saw her replace the phone receiver. "I go," he said. Jenny looked up, as though seeing him for the first time, and stood up to come towards him. "I'm sorry about that," she said carefully, "You shouldn't have had to see that." "He is not nice man." "No, he isn't." He waited, wondering if she would say more, but she simply pursed her lips together and looked at the floor. "You will be all right?" "I'll be fine, thank you," she replied. "You're...you're welcome to come here and train any time. My father usually charges a fee but you can discuss that with him when...if...you come back." "Thank you," he replied. "Well...goodbye." "Bye." He turned and made his way back down the corridor to the door, unbolted it and slipped back out into the chilly air. There was no sign of the man, Jenny's husband, and as he made his back towards the main street, he knew he would definitely return. XXXX It was only once he had gone that Jenny felt able to break down. She sank to the floor next to the ring, sobbing, her body shaking with a mixture of fear and anger. Given the time that had passed, she had convinced herself that Dan had accepted the finality of the situation. Accepted that their marriage was over. Accepted that she had really and truly left him. His display of anger, however, made her realise that those thoughts had been foolishly premature. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyeballs until she could see spots dancing in her vision. She had never raised her hand to her husband, other than in self defence when he had had her pinned to the floor. It had felt good, seeing the look on his face and yet she worried that it made her no better than him. "Jenny?" the door suddenly opened and her father appeared. "Jenny, what the hell happened?" He dropped to the floor beside her and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. "Is he still here?" "No. I mean... he didn't come inside." "Why the hell did you go out?" "Because he smashed the fucking window!" she exclaimed, pulling back. "I can replace the window, Jenny, but I can't replace you," Jim said, pushing her hair back from her face. "You're still my little girl, remember. Did you call the cops?" "No." "Jenny..." "Dad, please don't start," she pulled away and got to her feet. "You know what happened when I called them before, nothing. They didn't even talk to him, so what's the point?" "The point is," Jim said, scrambling up beside her, "you've left him. You're not a wife too terrified to report her husband anymore. You're a woman who's made an important decision to leave him. Dan has to know that he can't get away with this!" "Then you call them," she said, "report the window." "They ain't going to do much about a broken window," Jim mused, "especially with no other witnesses." "Oh..." she suddenly remembered, "but there _is _another witness. Ivan Drago was here." Jim stared at her, "Who?" "Ivan Drago." She laughed at his expression in spite of herself. "I'm serious." "Ivan Drago," Jim repeated. "_The _Ivan Drago?" Jenny nodded. "He said he was looking for somewhere to train. To be honest, he looked more like he was looking for somewhere to hide." "Well, is he coming back?" Jim asked, his eyes suddenly alive with excitement. She sighed, "After what happened with Dan, I doubt it." XXXX Ivan peeled some banknotes from the bundle in his pocket and handed them over to the woman at the desk. His quest to find a more permanent living arrangement had so far come to nothing given that most places were still closed for the holidays and he found himself forced to stay at the hotel for another few nights. The woman eyed him suspiciously as he passed her the money and he wondered if she recognised him or simply thought it odd that a tall, well built Russian was staying in the hotel. "You had a phone call," she said, as he turned to leave. "Telephone call?" he asked, turning back. "Yeah, some woman..." she squinted at a piece of paper on the desk in front of her. "Lud...Ludm..." "Ludmilla?" Ivan asked eagerly. "Sounds like it," the woman said, scrunching up the paper and tossing it in the waste bin under the desk. "Anyway, she said to stop calling." Ivan felt his heart sink at her words. "Stop...calling?" "That's what she said. I think. Her accent was kind of hard to understand, but that was about the long and short of it." He frowned, "The long...?" "That's what she said," the woman said, in a tone that indicated she was wishing the conversation was over. "Thank you," he said softly, turning away and heading for the stairs. When he reached his room, he closed and locked the door and then, as anger overtook him, he punched it once, hard. The sound was deafening and he couldn't help but remember that day when he had welcomed the world's media to his training centre and Ludmilla and Nikoli had showcased his incredible strength. Back then... He didn't want to think about it. That life was gone. 5. Chapter 5 Sorry for the delay in updating. Thanks for all your reviews and messages. Keep them coming! January 3rd 1985 "Oh my God Jenny! You must have been so scared!" "I guess," Jenny replied, twirling the phone cord around her fingers. "But you know what, Rosa? I was angry too. Angry at the fact that he thought he could just turn up and smash the window like it was nothing." "So what did you do?" "Well...I went outside and punched him." She smiled at the sudden silence on the other end of the phone. "He deserved it." "Holy crap..." Rosa breathed. "Jenny, you were lucky he didn't turn around and knock the hell out of you!" "I know..." "Jesus..." "It's not exactly something I'm proud of but..." "But...?" "But it felt good at the time." "You are insane," Rosa chuckled. "Have you graded those papers yet?" Jenny glanced over her shoulder at the stack of papers still sat on the kitchen table. "Not yet." "We go back to work the day after tomorrow!" "I know and I'll get them done. It's just..." she broke off. "It's just what?" "Nothing. Listen, that's my dad back. I'd better go and heat up some supper for him. I'll speak to you later, ok?" "Ok, but you be careful, Jenny." "I will." Jenny replaced the receiver and smiled at the concern of her closest friend. Rosa had seen her through every fight with Dan. Cried with her, helped her cover her bruises with makeup and given her a bed for the night when she hadn't wanted to worry her parents. She couldn't blame the other woman for being concerned. "Hey," Jim said, opening the front door and stepping into the living room. "What's for supper?" "Meatloaf," she replied, getting up off the chair and padding into the kitchen. "Leave your boots outside!" She switched on the gas and glanced at the heavy snow still covering the ground outside. "It's cold enough to freeze hell over out there," Jim said, coming in behind her and switching on the kettle. "You get any of that grading done?" "Ummm...well I moved some papers around, put them in order, that kind of thing." "That's a no then." "I'll bring them to the gym tomorrow and do them all in one go," she replied, peering into the oven. "So...did he turn up?" "No," Jim replied and she could hear the wistfulness in his voice. "I stayed open that extra half hour just in case but no sign." "Well he didn't exactly get the best impression yesterday," she conceded. "Can't hardly blame him if he went elsewhere." "Guess not. It would have been good for business though, to have a proper fighter in the place." "I know," Jenny sighed and put a hot plate down in front of him. "Maybe he'll come back tomorrow." "Maybe," Jim said. "Maybe." XXXX "You gotta be kidding me if you think I'm letting you stay here another night after what you did to my goddamn door! This is your last stop, buddy. Now get the hell out of my hotel!" Ivan stood, staring at the woman in front of him, unsure what to say. The large dent in the bedroom door was obvious to everyone and yet, he hadn't expected to be thrown out. "Where I go?" he asked. "That's your problem! You sure as hell ain't staying here!" She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him. "What? You not understanding me, Ruski?" Ivan grabbed his clothes where they lay on the bed and began stuffing them into his bag, humiliation washing over him. The woman was shouting so loudly that he was sure everyone else in the hotel could hear his disgrace. He felt his cheeks burn and knew that had she been a man, he would have struck her. Straightening up, he faced her. "My money." "You ain't getting a cent back from me," she snorted, "and you're lucking I ain't demanding more from you to fix that door!" "But I pay you for three more nights!" he insisted. "I need money back!" "And I told you, you ain't getting anything back from me!" She squared up to him, miniscule in stature and yet a giant in her fury. "Now get out before I get someone to drag you out!" In his mind, Ivan weighed up his options. He could refuse to leave and take his chances with whoever she might call on to remove him, or he could simply leave and start again. He elected to take the second option and as he hurried past her down the stairs, he could hear her taunts follow him until he was back out on the street. Darkness had fallen, as had the temperature and he pulled her coat tighter around himself. As he stared up and down the street, he realised that he had nowhere to go and no money. He knew no-one. No-one that could help him. He started walking just as the snow started to fall again and, like before, he suddenly found himself on a familiar looking street. Peering into the darkness, he could make out the sign above the gym where he had been two days earlier. As he drew nearer, he saw that it was in darkness and, after knocking loudly on the locked door without answer, realised that clearly there was no-one there. As he turned to walk back up the street, he suddenly caught sight of a wooden board, covering the window that the man had smashed when he had been there before. One corner of it was not nailed down properly and was banging in the chilly breeze. He realised that if he could somehow get in through the window, he would at least have somewhere to stay for one night. Slinging his bag across his body, he dragged a nearby trash can underneath the window and stood on it. It gave him the height to attempt to pull the board away from the window at both bottom corners, creating a flap which allowed him to pull his body up and under. The broken glass had been removed and he was able to slide in through the opening and drop down into the gym. The noise when he landed reverberated around him and he paused, waiting for someone to come and challenge him. But there was no-one. Afraid to turn on the lights, he moved forward in the darkness until he reached the door to the office that the girl, Jenny, had been sitting in. Pushing the door, he found it was unlocked and he stepped inside to where there was relative warmth. Sighing, he put his bag on the ground and prepared to settle himself in for the night. January 4th 1985 Jenny unlocked the door of the gym and manoeuvred her way inside, balancing all of her papers in her arms. She had woken early and left a note for her father saying she was going to get a head start on her grading and that she would see him there later that morning. Flipping the lights on, she realised that he still hadn't gotten around to changing the bulb and shook her head. It had been the last thing she had said to him before he had left the house the previous day but, as usual, it had gone in one ear and out the other. As she opened the office door and switched the light on, a shape suddenly moved in the corner, starting her and she stepped back quickly, a scream about to burst forth from her mouth when she realised who it was. Ivan leapt to his feet and put out his hands, almost as if he were afraid she was going to attack him. "I'm sorry," he said hurriedly. "I did not mean to..." "What the _hell_ are you doing here?!" she exclaimed, her hand going to her chest where she could feel her heart thumping beneath her coat. "You scared the shit out of me!" "I'm sorry," he said again. "I..." "How did you get in here?" "The window," he gestured behind her, "I...I was looking for place to stay and..." he trailed off. "So you thought you'd break into our gym?" "No, I...I'm sorry," he turned and lifted his belongings from the floor. "I should not have...I go now..." "Wait!" She stepped in front of him. "I don't understand. Why were you looking for a place to stay? Don't you have somewhere?" Ivan looked at the floor. "I was asked to leave. They keep money and I could not find anywhere else. I remembered you and thought, maybe, you help me." As her heart rate returned to normal, Jenny felt her initial anger begin to dissipate to be replaced by curiosity. Ivan Drago, a great fighter, reduced to breaking into a rundown gym to sleep on the floor? "Have you been here all night?" He nodded. "You must be hungry." He looked away, "I..." "Look...why don't you take a shower and then I'll take you for breakfast." "You do not need to. I can go..." "You at least owe me a little conversation after scaring me half to death," she insisted. "Just let me call my father and then we can go, ok?" Ivan nodded. "Ok." He moved past her, out of the office, towards the showers. As he glanced back over his shoulder, she waved him on with her hand and, seconds later, he found himself standing under a hot shower, gratefully allowing the water to run over his body and ease his muscles, strained from hours lying on the floor. He was relieved that her reaction, although initially hostile, appeared to be becoming more favourable. After showering, he dried himself, put on clean clothes and stepped back out into the gym where Jenny was standing staring at the broken window. He came to stand beside her and followed her gaze. "I am sorry about window. The wood was not..." he fought for the right words. "It was not...uh, how you say...?" "Secure?" she finished for him. "Yes, secure. I was able to..." he recreated the motion of pulling the wood from the window with his hands. "I get the picture," Jenny said. "I called my father and he'll take care of it. He's dying to meet you," she added, walking towards the door. "He'll come by later, once he's picked himself off of the floor." "Did he fall?" Ivan asked, as she opened the door for him. Jenny laughed, "Not exactly." XXXX The cafe was quiet with only a few customers dotted around at tables. Jenny, for one, was glad of the peace. There were questions that she wanted to ask Ivan, something that wouldn't be readily possible if the place had been full of boxing fans. They both ordered full breakfasts from a waitress who looked as though she wouldn't have recognised him if he had been the President. "So," Jenny said, when they were alone again. "Why don't you have anywhere to stay?" "I punch door," Ivan replied, making the motion with his fist. "They don't like that." "I'm not surprised. Was there a particular reason or were you just sparring with yourself?" He looked down at the table top. "My wife, Ludmilla. She call and tell me to stop calling. I get angry and..." "I'm sorry," she said. "You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to." Ivan shrugged his shoulders. "She leave after fight with Balboa. She want to be with champion and I am not champion." He glanced up from under hooded eyelids. "You see fight?" She nodded. "Then you know." "Balboa's a good fighter," she said. "You did your best." "Even with drugs, I don't beat him." Jenny shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Well...I suppose that different countries have different ways of..." "No," he said sharply, meeting her gaze again. "It wasn't right. But I do what I am told, always. I am told to fight Creed and I do it. Balboa want to fight me, so I do it. I do it for Nikoli and Milla." He sat back in his chair. "Now I have nothing." "I'm sorry." "Not your fault. You see me as Russian, as killer." "That's not..." she broke off, knowing that it would be a lie to disagree. She had thought him a killer after the fight with Creed, a robot who cared nothing for his dying opponent at the ringside. She had joined in the conversations down-crying him, and cheered lustily for Balboa. But now, sitting opposite the man, she found him to be something she hadn't considered before. She found him to be human. The waitress appeared at that moment with their food and there was an enforced moment of silence. "I suppose people aren't always what you think they are." Ivan speared a tomato with his fork and looked at her. "You hit your husband?" "I've never done that before," she replied. "At least not when he hasn't been hurting me first. He's a boxer too and rather than practice in the ring, he liked practicing on my face." She smiled at the expressed look of surprise that comment produced from Ivan. "That's the look I get from people when they find out I was a battered wife. Either that or pity." She chewed on some toast. "But I left him. The day after your fight, actually. When he came to the gym the other day...that was the first time I had seen him since I left. I wondered how he was taking it and now I know." "You will go back?" "No," she said hurriedly, "I'll never go back." She watched him for a long moment. "Will you go back to Russia?" Ivan paused. "One day, I will have to." XXXX "You know..." Jenny said thoughtfully as they made their way back down the street towards the gym. "There's a bedsit above the gym that no-one's using right now." "Bedsit?" "Yeah, it's like...it's like a whole house in one room. There's a bed, couch, small kitchen and bathroom. It's not exactly in liveable condition at the moment but...you could probably stay there just now if you needed to." "I don't want to..." "It's better than you sleeping on our office floor," she said. "I'm sure dad won't mind. Not once he's met you and told you what a great fighter he thinks you are." Ivan looked at the ground again. "He will not say that." "Don't be so sure. Come on, I'll introduce you." As she reached out and grabbed the handle, Ivan's hand suddenly covered her own. She looked at it and then back at him. "I don't know why you help me," he said, "but...I thank you." "Don't worry about it," she replied, her voice coming out more high-pitched than she intended. "Maybe you can teach me to hit better." Ivan smiled as she opened the door. "You need no help there." End file.	Rocky, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	49,784	10,581
null	Rocky The Honeymoon The Honeymoon Everything had happened so quickly and Rocky and Adrian had made it through it all...getting married, having a baby, the rematch with Apollo, and moving into their dream home. Now that things had started to settle down, it was time for them to enjoy each other by spending some intimate time together on their overdue honeymoon trip. Rocky had brought up the wonderful suggestion of going to the Bahamas and Adrian was more than happy with that destination because all that really mattered to her was that she would be spending time with him. Monday finally arrived and after kissing Rocky Jr. goodbye and making sure the nanny was all set with arrangements, they headed off to the airport to catch their mid afternoon flight. On the drive to the airport, Rocky couldn't stop talking about all the things he had planned and how excited he was to share this with her. Adrian couldn't stop smiling at the thought of how much time and effort he put into this and how happy she was that he would be all hers. They boarded the flight and took their seats in first class, an extra luxury Rocky decided would be nice to take advantage of since it would be a long flight. Once the flight took off, they shared a glass of champagne and a quick but deep kiss that showed just how much they loved each other. Adrian nestled in Rocky's arms, and put her head on his chest; it never ceased to amaze her how safe, warm, and loved she felt when he was holding her. Rocky put his head close to hers so he could smell the delicious aroma of her hair and feel her soft skin as he held her arms. They closed their eyes to take a nap, completely content being so close to one another. Once arriving in the Bahamas they headed over to the hotel to check in. Rocky had reserved the suite, a room that was right on the ocean with large glass windows and the best amenities. The view was breath taking and the evening sky made the atmosphere even more romantic. After putting down their bags, Adrian hurried to the window to take in the beautiful scene and Rocky quickly joined her. As they embraced, Rocky seized the moment to express his love for this amazing woman by telling her how beautiful and precious she was and how lucky he was that she chose him forever. As Adrian looked in Rocky's eyes, she remembered why she had fallen for him so quickly…he was sincere, compassionate, thoughtful, and gentle not to mention unbelievably sensual and physically strong . She had a flashback to their first kiss and how he saw her for who she really was and made sure to let her know how he truly felt about her…that first kiss! It took her breath away, made her hunger for that deeper intimate connection, gave her hope for love. Now here they were overlooking this amazing place and were all alone. Rocky turned toward her and softly picked up her face and leaned in to kiss her. When his lips touched hers, Adrian felt that instant connection that told her he was the love of her life. Rocky began to deepen the kiss by angling his head and supporting Adrian's neck and shoulders. Rocky started exploring her mouth with his tongue and Adrian was quick to follow…Rocky never ceased to be amazed at how passionate and receptive she was. He began nibbling on her ear and slowly he moved to kissing and sucking the sensitive part of her neck. Adrian was in heaven…every time his lips dragged across her skin she felt this fire building lower in her belly. She started whimpering softly as the pleasure got too intense for her to hold in. Rocky responded by pulling her close against him so that she could feel how much he wanted her. Rocky moved back to kissing her on the lips, deeply and passionately, and slowly moved his hands from the arch of her back to the zipper on her blouse. Adrian was only partly aware that he had began unzipping her blouse because she was so intoxicated from his kisses that her hands had been rubbing against his shirt to find the muscles she knew were beneath it. Once her blouse was undone, he made a fluid movement where he untucked her shirt from her pants and slowly moved his hands inside her shirt and around to her front. Adrian needed more as her passion was starting to build quicker and quicker and she wanted to knead her hands in his back and feel his bulging muscles of his upper torso. Rocky sensed the urgency and quickly unbuttoned and dropped his shirt and Adrian let her blouse fall to the floor as well. Adrian knew where this was headed…that intimate place where he would whisper in her ears how beautiful she was and take her flying in his arms on a straight path to heaven. Rocky quickly scooped her up and kissed her right away as he walked toward their bed. He carefully put her down and gave her several quick kisses on her lips to fuel deeper desires. He climbed over her and made a bridge so that he could see and have access to every inch of her. Rocky began whisper how much he loved her as he trailed more kisses down her neck until he got to the top part of her chest. He immediately started sucking and dragging his lips against the area as he got closer to her breasts. She whispered "Rocky, I love you so much." Rocky knew what she wanted to say but had trouble saying because she was so reserved…"I love you too. Does this feel nice?" Adrian managed to formulate the words from the recesses of her brain "It feels uhh so good." Rocky loved hearing her respond with pleasure…he knew how perfect they were for each other and sexually was no different. It was amazing how lovemaking felt with her...he was a whole person when they were that close and intimate. Adrian had that way about her that made him ache for her so deeply it hurt. He wanted to go further down her front but her bra and skirt were in the way. Before he would take those pieces off, he wanted to continue exploring her body. He moved his lips down to the part on her stomach below her bra and above her hips and gave her repeated soft, light kisses all over her stomach. Adrian couldn't take it because now he was moving lower…she knew what he was trying to do all too well and she wanted that bra off so he could take care of her breasts. She wanted that attention and whispered "Rocky, I…" Rocky knew she need him there so he quickly moved back up to her lips to kiss her while he tilted her a little so he could undo her bra clasp. She felt her bra melt away as he threw it to the side and he covered her by positioning himself above her and cradling her head as he continued kissing her. He went back to trailing kisses down her neck but this time, he moved his hands to her breasts and cupped them as he rolled her nipples in the palms of his hands. Adrian loved his hands on her breasts…that had ALWAYS been one of her favorite spots to have him focus on. She had wrapped her hands around his back and pushed her fingers deeper into his back as a signal to push his head down to where his hands were. Rocky knew exactly want she wanted. Her skin tasted like peaches and he wanted to suckle her breasts and their little pink tip. He surprised her by immediately putting one of her breasts in his mouth and sucking hard! Adrian couldn't help it but that feeling ripped through her so quick that her hips rose off the bed, her hands went right into his hair, and she let out a moan, "Ohhhhh…Oh my god!". He didn't stop for a second…he repeatedly kissed and sucked her breast hard and dragged his tongue all along the circular tip of her breast. She moaned louder and wrapped her legs around his lower legs. Rocky lightly took her nipple in between his teeth and gave it a very light tug. With the other nipple, he tweaked it between two fingers and Adrian nearly died…she needed Rocky completely inside of her because her fire was burning out of control. Rocky saw her hips rotate, almost begging for him and he was turned on from watching her react to his every manipulation. He went back to kissing Adrian's lips deeply and immediately took the opportunity to undo the buttons on his pants and pull down the zipper. Rocky followed by quickly undoing her clasp of her skirt and pulled it down in one fluid movement. Adrian had been letting out whimpers of pleasure which told Rocky she was ready. Rocky continued sucking her breasts as her lifted her lower torso to remove her panties. He slowly brought his hand down to her thighs and rubbed his finger tips over her mound to check that she was ready for him. Adrian's throat caught a bit when she realized what he was touching and how sensitive she was. All she could think about was how AMAZING he made her feel. Rocky massaged her outer opening and paid attention to the soft flesh of her clitoral hood. Adrian cried out with sounds of pleasure in Rocky's ear and Rocky whispered in her ear that he loved her and that he was going to take her flying now. She closed her eyes and felt him position himself over her as her started to slowly push into her. He filled her up so deeply and she felt her insides immediately tighten up around him. Rocky couldn't believe how quickly she accommodated him and he felt warmth and tightness that made it difficult for him to hold back and control himself. He kissed her lips repeatedly as he began a rhythmic routine of going deep and then leaning back. He knew exactly what to do to bring them close to the brink…in and out he moved as he picked up the pace and thrusted deeper with each move. He buried his head in her neck and she moaned louder as Rocky's body tightened and he released deep within her. Adrian felt this warm feeling and on his last thrust, they climaxed and expelled a sigh of pleasure together. Even after, he kept kissing her and telling her how wonderful she felt in his arms and she kept whispering how much she loved him. They laid together content and fulfilled from being one. Rocky smiled as he recalled how he had been able to please her and bring her to that powerful climax. He began to drift asleep as the aroma of her hair wafted to his head and Adrian closed her eyes, smiling and feeling protected and engulfed in his muscular arms. Two lovers perfect for each other in every way! End file.	Rocky, Romance	Fanfiction	null	10,174	7,869.1
null	Rocky Rocky Jr Rocky Jr. " Tonight I'm going to watch the Rocky 6 on my mom's computer." " Cool." replied my best friend Sarah. My friends and I were walking home from school. I passed that same old gym. I've always wanted to take a look In there, but there was a whole bunch of big, strong, and intimidating men in there and I'm just a little girl. I'll get crushed! Maybe tomorrow after school I would man up and go to the gym. " ok, bye guys. See you tomorrow at school!" " Wake up!" Yelled my mom. " Ok, ok." I got up, brushed my hair and teeth, put on black skinny jeans with holes in the knees with a half sleeved purple with black letters that spell Rock and Roll! Then I grabbed my black leathered hat and book bag and ran out the door. I ran pass the gym and through my school doors. Rinnggg! The bell rang. " Oh finally I thought I'd never get out of here!" We were walking down the same street again. I started walking towards the gym doors. I paused for a moment. " What are you doing?" asked Emily. " I'm about to go in. Do you want to go in with me?" I asked. " No way!" said Lexi. " Heck to the no!" said Emily. " Are you crazy no way!" said Sarah. " Well I'll go in there with you Jaida because I'm not a wimp." said Abby. I slowly and hesitantly opened the door. It was the most awkward thing that happened to me. As soon as I walked in it got so quiet and everybody stared into my soul. u poo! I spit a big blob of saliva into the trash can. Abby said " What a lady!" " Who are you?" asked a tall and muscular man. " I'm Jaida and this is my friend Abby." I replied. " hey." said Abby. " Hey aren't you Rocky Balboa?" I asked. " Yeah that's me." he replied. " I'm your biggest fan!" I said. Everybody went back to what they were doing. I looked over to my left and saw two guys punching each other in a small ring. " I want to try." I told Rocky. " ok go ahead." he replied. " are you sure you want to do this?" Abby asked. " Duh you think I didn't think this over?" I asked. " Jaida you never think things over!" Abby said. " I've been thinking about this for a long time now." I said. " Ok well be careful, make sure this isn't the last time I see you before you get into the hospital, or your grave." Abby said with concern. I got the safety gear on. I jumped in the ring. The guy gave me one good hard punch. then I faught back. I started punching him left and right, left and right. Then I gave him one good hard punch and he was down. Abby said " 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! And Rocky Jr. wins! " how old are you?" asked Rocky. " I'm 16." I replied. " Hey would you like to, umm, train me?" I asked. " Sure, your pretty strong." said Rocky. THE NEXT DAY ... " Come on guys it's fine in there." I told my friends. " No way!" says Lexi. " Come on, Rocky Balboa is in there. He said he's going to train me." I told them. " No way!" said Emily." What!? " said Sarah. " That's totally rad! " said Lexi. " So are you coming or not?" I asked my friends. " you bet ya!" said all my friends at the same time." Hey Jaida." Said Rocky. Rocky had me put on some boxing gloves and punch the punching bags for 2 hours. Then he put on the boxing mitts and I punched as hard as I could for about another 2 hours. Then finally he made me do 150 boy push ups. It was 7:30 pm and my mom had come to pick me up. " Hey thanks for training my daughter. She loves your movies." My mom said. " No problem." said Rocky. " By Rocky!" I said. " You do know that my real name is Sylvester Stallone right?" he asked. " Well obviously yeah but can I just call you Rocky, that's the movie that inspired me the most." I replied. " Fine you can call me Rocky." he said. " Yes!" I yelled. When I got in the car and turned on the radio Living in America by James Brown came on. That's my jam! This morning I woke up at 8:00 am, which is very rare for me considering it was a Saturday! I brushed my teeth and hair, put on gray sweat pants, a gray sweat shirt that said Jada on the back with my black and white sneakers. I got to the gym at 8:30 am and got home by 9:45 pm. I felt like I got hit by a tsunami because of all that sweat on me. Plus the deodorant defanetly did not hold over for 13 hours and 15 minutes. So I got in the shower and went to bed. It was Sunday morning. I woke up t 10:00 am. I put on baby blue skinny jeans with a white cammie underneath a peach and silver blowse with black sandles. Then I brushed my teeth and did my hair. By the time my mom, sister, and I got in the car it was 11:00 am. We got to church at 12:00 and xame back at 1:30 pm. I quickly put on my black and red basketball shorts ith my black tank top and my same black and white Jordans. I got to the gym. Rocky looked happy to see me. " I need to show you this video." he told me. The video was of me training with Rocky with the song Gonna Fly Now in the back ground. " Who made this video?" I asked. " I don't know but the people who holds the boxing matches saw it and wants you to fight this girl named Hannah Fox this Friday." he told me. " No way my first match!" I said excitedly but I was a little scared, worried, and nervous too. End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	5,139	14,112.3
null	Rocky Father and Son _Father and Son_ _- The Rocky Balboa legend in Robert's eyes -_ Title: Father and Son Writer: Clashingway Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, locations, or anything else connected to Rocky Balboa. Summary /// A/N: This doesn't really include anything new. I just tried to re-tell the whole story (or at least parts of it) in the point of view of Robert... it was part of one of my assignments for my Creative Writing class... but anyways... I hope anybody likes it at least a little bit... For now, it's a oneshot - but I'm thinking about just taking it as a kind of lead for a whole story. Acknowledgment: I dedicate this story to my friend Manuela. I haven't known her for that long yet, but she's always been there for me and helped me, though. - - - DSC 4 life! ;-) * * * _Father and Son_ _- The Rocky Balboa legend in Robert's eyes -_ I really love my Dad and I admire him. He always gets me everything a boy could wish for, because he says we can . One day, my Dad gets asked to fight against a Russian guy (my Dad is a boxer) and he takes off for half a year. He went to the Soviet Union to exercise and to finally go for the boxing match he got challenged for. I am really proud of him and I watch the match on TV - but I have to do it secretly, because my Mom actually doesn't want me to watch my Dad beating up another guy. But I knew that he was going to win, so I didn't have to worry about that. My family's financial adviser had now, a few years later (I am seven years old now) made a big mistake and we lost everything, which means we have to start all over again. My Dad works more because of that and coaches a young guy, who wants to become a great boxer - just one like my Dad is. I really love my Dad but I think he should spend some more time with me because he spends a lot more time with that other boy. I feel a little jealous and neglected... maybe my Dad likes that other boy more than he likes me. I started feeling even more neglected when my Dad started to buy the new boxer expensive gifts, although we don't really have much money anymore... and I feel like he just ignored me; it is like the new guy replaced me in my Dads heart and brain. Even when the boxer changes to another trainer because he thinks he can make more money there, my Dad still tries to support him because he thinks he has potential and he wants him to be successful. But what about me? My Dad cares even less about me and I feel like we aren't even a family anymore. "You know, living with you hasn't been easy .. people see me, but they think of YOU .. now with all this going on this will be worse than ever..." I'm grown up now and am trying to live my own life, but I'm always standing in Rocky's shadow, though, because my last name is Balboa, which makes it really hard for me. My Mom, whom I really loved a lot, died a few years ago and my Dad now owns a restaurant, _Adrian's_, which he named after my Mom. Fortunately, he doesn't box anymore because hes too old. Even though we aren't close anymore at all, he seems to be missing me because I think hes trying to pour oil on troubled water and to spend more time with me again; but I'm not sure what to think about that. One day, Rocky suddenly shows up at the place I work. All the other employees and my boss don't have their eyes on anything else but him anymore and once again I'm standing in his shadow. The shadow his career and our name puts on me. Another day, some friends of mine and I are sitting in a pub and theres an animated boxing match on TV. Some weird people came up with the idea of wanting to see what would happen if my Dad would be challenged again - The New Champion versus The Old Champion (which is my Dad). The statistic says my Dad would win and all of my friends start cheering and saying how great that would be, but I don't have any positive thoughts about the whole thing at all. All of sudden, my Dad tells me he even wants to take the challenge - at the age of over fifty. I cant understand why he wants to do that! "Its all about my last name .. thats the reason I got a decent job, thats the reason why people deal with me in the first place .. now I start to get a little ahead - I start to get a little something for myself and this happens .. now I'm asking you as a favor not to go through with this ... this is only going to end up bad for you and its gonna end up bad for me." "So I'm hurting you?" "Yeah, that's always the way you are." "That's the last thing I ever wanted to do." "I know thats not what you wanted to do, but thats just the way it is... Don't you care what people think? Doesn't it bother you that people are making a joke out of you and that I'm gonna be included in it? Do you think thats right? Do you?" "You ain't gonna believe this. You used to fit right here," (he shows Robert his hand) "I held you up and said to your mother This kid is gonna be the best kid in the world. This kid is gonna be someone better than anybody knew and you grew up good and wonderful - it was great just watching. Everyday was like a privilege and then the time came for you to be your own man... to take on the world - and you did. But somewhere along the line you changed; you stopped being you. You let people step a finger in your face - telling that you're not good and when things got hard you started looking for something to blame; like a big shadow. But I don't tell you something that you don't already know. The world ain't not all sunshine and rainbows. Its a very mean and nasty place and I care how tough you are - it will beat you to your knees and beat you up permanently if you let it. You and me, we are nobody. Its gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit - its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. Thats how its done. Now, if you know what you're worth, just get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits and not pointing fingers. You ain't what you want to be because of him or her or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that. I will always love you, no matter what, no matter what happens - you're my son. You're my blood. You're the best thing in my life, but until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life. Don't forget to visit your Mom." Now, that we had a conversation about that whole stuff, I decided to support my Dad, though. After all, hes my Dad. Hes family. But it still worries me to see that the other boxer is over forty years younger than he is. I'm really trying to support my Dad as much as I can - I'm there when he exercises and I'm standing in the corner when hes in a challenge. And even if my Dad now lost the challenge, he won. We really won. Because this fixed our relationship - we walk out of the stadium, arm in arm. As father and son. End file.	Rocky, Family	Fanfiction	null	6,966	11,116.8
null	Rocky 1. Chapter 1 I hope this is worth your time. Enjoy. It was late. His bones were sore. It had been a long day. He wore his leather jacket with pride as he strolled down the streets of Philly. His father gave him this jacket. Right before he died. Being the son of a heavy weight champion was a difficult burden sometimes. They never saw Rocky Jr. Just Rocky. With his rich black hair, deep chocolate brown eyes, and Italian complexion he was the mirror image of his father. They had a rough relationship. He was ashamed of himself for keeping his father at a distance after his mother passed away. When Rocky Jr. thought back to all that time they had wasted, it often left him with an ache that he knew would never go away. The streets still chanted his father's name. He was a great man. Rocky Jr. wished he knew him better. He made his way to his apartment building. There was no space or privacy in these homes. The buildings touched, just enough to remind him of that. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. His father had left him _Adrian's_. The restaurant he opened after his mother had passed. It was a tribute to her. Rocky even used some of her recipe's and said it was the next best thing to having her home. He envied the love between his parents. It couldn't be described in words. He remembered visiting his mother in the hospital toward the end when she was sick. The tension between father and son was at it's peak. But she always managed to calm them. Bring them together. Rocky Jr. glanced back as he left the room and his father leaned down to kiss his wife's forehead. He gently wiped the tears from her eyes and told her he loved her. She didn't have to say it back. It was in her eyes. It always was. She passed the day after. His father was lost for a while after that. And no matter how many times he tried to reach out to his son, he was always too busy. Rocky Jr. sat on the steps in front of his building. The heavy burden of life crashed down around him. He was lost in thought until he heard someone talking to him. She had to repeat herself twice because he couldn't get over how beautiful she was. "Excuse me, is this East Tusculum Street?" She hesitated as he continued to stare. He shook his head yes, feeling foolish. She was stunning. Even in the pale glow of the street lights. She had dark chestnut hair and a heart shaped face. But it was her eyes that captivated him. They were kind. Sweet. She reminded him of his mother. "Thank you." She began up the stairs. She was looking at the directory. "Are you looking for someone?" He asked. "Yes actually. Rocky Balboa Jr.?" She read his name off of a wrinkled piece of paper. "That's me." He said, suddenly suspicious. "Oh. Hello." She smiled at him. He remained silent. "My name is Brianna Concetti. I work for Mr. Tony Ever's. You may know him by his nickname. Duke. He trained Mr. Apollo Creed and then well, as you may know, he trained your father." Rocky Jr. remained silent. The subject of his father always put him on the defense. "I'm here to offer you a rare opportunity Mr. Balboa." He cringed at hearing his name said like that. Cold. Business-like. "We know that you have been training at a local gym. We also know that you've signed up for local sparring matches and competitions. From what we hear, and read, you're pretty good." She hesitated. "Better then good." He shrugged not admitting to anything yet. "Mr. Evers would like to train you Mr. Balboa. I'll be honest. You're father was a legend. His legacy is yours now. You seem to have inherited his south paw style and that's difficult but we will be able to train you to use both…" She continued to speak and he held up a hand to stop her. "Excuse me, but what exactly are you offering me here? Train me for what?" She stared at him as if he had two heads. "For a chance at the title Mr. Balboa. The heavy weight champion knows of your father and knows of you. He desperatley wants to set up a fight with you. Unfinished business he says. You may know him? His name is Franky Gunn. Tommy Gunn's son." At the mention of that name, Rocky Jr.'s blood boiled beyond comprehension. That man was the start of the tension between his father and him. Rocky made a lot of mistakes in his life. And letting a perfect stranger take his son's place was one of them. "Not interested." Rocky Jr. began up the steps. "But wait," She chased after him. "Don't you understand? This could mean fame or fortune." "No thanks." Rocky Jr. remembered the days when his mother lectured his father on fighting. She hated it. Rocky Jr. hated that he loved it. "Please, at least take my card and think about it." She handed it to him. He took one last look at her and walked inside. His apartment was dark. Empty. Quiet. He flipped the card over and over in his hands. If he did this, would his father be the only one anyone ever saw? If he did win, would his victory be stolen by his father's name? He wrestled with the idea relentlessly. He rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the number. Concetti, nice Italian name. He smiled. His father would like her. Sighing, he reached for his cell and dialed her number. It seemed almost inevitable that he became a fighter. After all, it was in his blood. 2. Chapter 2 Thanks for the feedback! Enjoy. Rocky Jr. walked into the gym, acting like a guy with confidence, secretly knowing better. Sweat and determination filled the air. He heard grunts and the pounding of heavy weight bags. In an instant, he was young again, watching his father. There was a magic to the way he moved. He thought back to one day in particular… "_Ayo, Pauley. You brought the kid with you?" His father, a legend in his son's eyes, took out his mouthpiece to smile at him. _ _He felt pride whenever his father noticed him. He felt important. Rocky Jr. loved his father._ _Everyone knew that this seven year old kid from Philly worshipped his father._ _And he wasn't the only one._ _Mickey's gym was growing more popular by the minute. Tourists even came to snap photo's. _ _Mickey had passed. A tragic day for the world of boxing. _ _A devastating blow for Rocky. Time went on, but he knew even at a young age, that his father wasn't the same. It was in his eyes. He left half of his heart behind when they buried Mickey._ "_Hey kid." Rocky looked down at his son._ "_Yea dad?" His smile was automatic._ "_How 'bout you and me do some sparring."_ "_Really!" Rocky Jr. jumped into the ring without hesitation._ _His mother hated fighting and would never let him in the ring. She would be mad if she knew he was here but Uncle Pauley said what she doesn't know won't hurt her._ _His gloves were taped around his wrist. His mouth guard was in. And his heart was pounding. He was going to spar with his dad. A real fighter._ "_First thing, son," Rocky said as he bounced lightly from side to side, "You have to be light on your feet."_ _Rocky Jr charged for his dad and swung away ignoring the advice._ _Rocky laughed and held him at arms length._ "_Let's try this again. Go back to your corner. Watch me."_ _His father jabbed the air with his left. Then his right. Starting off slow, then speeding up. _ _His fists were faster then lightning._ _Rocky Jr let his arms down in amazement. _ "_Now, follow me…." His father said._ _And he did. For many years. Until time took him away…_ Rocky Jr. lifted his shoulders up and down, trying to loosen up. He came here not knowing what to expect. "Rocky, so glad you came." Brianna welcomed him with a smile as bright as the sun. Rocky Jr. ignored his heart when it skipped a beat. At the mention of his father's name, everyone in the gym went still. He could feel a thousand eyes weighing him down. "Please, call me Jr." He said, as he followed her to the center ring. "Alright. This is where you will be training today. Duke will be out shortly. In the meantime, I will show you to your locker room." Rocky Jr. followed her and listened as she explained the rules of the gym. No steroids. No stealing. No unnecessary roughness. When she was done, she picked up a duffle bag and headed toward the back. "Wait, where are you going?" Rocky Jr. sounded pathetic, even to his own ears. "To change in the women's locker room. Is that alright with you?" She looked annoyed. But she couldn't have been more beautiful. "Wait, change for what?" He asked, immediately regretting it. "Women box too." She stormed off not even bothering to glance back. Correction, now she was off the charts gorgeous. Rocky rubbed his neck and tried to shake the nerves. Duke was as much a legend as his father was. He trained his father. Rocky Jr. tried not to think of all the ways he knew he would never measure up. * * * After he changed, he headed out to the main floor. The gym was busy. Buckets of spit were being replaced every two seconds. There were grunts of pure adrenalin as the intense work outs commensed. "Well, well, Rocky Jr. It's an honor son." Duke greeted him with a smile and a handshake. "I knew your father well. It's my pleasure to be training you." "Thank you sir." Rocky Jr. didn't return the smile. He couldn't. Thoughts of his father always left him feeling conflicted. "Shall we?" Duke stepped on the rope to make an opening for him. Rocky Jr. shook his head in agreement. We shall. "Stick the jab. Keep her head down!" About a half hour later, Rocky Jr. was drenched in sweat. His opponent didn't look phased. Duke yelled at him over and over. He kept messing up. "Again!" Duke rang the bell. Rocky Jr. kept an eye on his opponent. He quickly darted to the right. Rocky Jr. jabbed with his left. He missed. A blinding pain shot across his torso as his opponent hit him in his side. He had an urge to hold his rib that was throbbing but his pride stopped him. Out of breath, he darted from left to right. Keeping light in his feet. He wasn't quick enough. Rocky Jr. flinched as he saw the hit coming. The glove connected with his jaw sending him flying into the ropes and landing on the mat. He fell hard. He was tempted to stay down. But he was determined not to give up. He pushed himself up with the last bit of strength he had, only to be knocked down again. Disappointed in himself, he screamed and tossed off his headgear. * * * He made it back to the locker room before he noticed someone in the doorway. Rocky Jr. sat on a bench, silent. "You know, giving up is never the answer." Duke's deep voice echoed off the walls. "Easy for you to say." Rocky Jr. looked down, ashamed. "Son, it's not easy for me to say. Do you know how many times I wanted to quit this life? But I didn't. Because its as much a part of me as it is a part of you. But your heart has to be in it. Why did you say yes?" "What?" Rocky Jr. glanced up. "Why did you come here?" Silence. "Do you want to fight?" "I don't know." His mother's disapproving face flashed before his eyes. "Well, until you figure it out, you're wasting both of our time. And it's a shame. Because you're actually quite good." Duke left Rocky Jr. brooding in silence. He knew she was there before he turned his head. "Don't." Rocky Jr. whispered. "I didn't say anything." Brianna replied. "You didn't have too." "Look," She said as she made her way to the bench and sat down, "It's your first day. Don't give up." She looked at him. Concern in her eyes. Or was it pity? "Maybe I'm not the guy you're looking for." He looked at her tenderly. "You are the guy we're looking for. Problem is you don't see yourself." She got up to leave. She hesitated at the doorway and looked at him one last time. "If you walk out that door today and never come back, then at least you can say you tried. But if you walk back in that ring right now you can say you conquered your fear. You can hold your head high, and know that so much greatness is in store for you. You just have to get out of your own way…" "And how do you know this about me?" "Because I see you." She smiled sadly at him and left him sitting on the bench alone and contemplating his future. End file.	Rocky	Fanfiction	null	12,159	12,351.5
null	Rocky 1. You Gotta Let Me Adrian! Dont Do it Rocky! By Alex O'Brien "Come on Adrian! You know that sendin the kid to boardin school ate up all the money we earned! We dont get no money from Micks old Boxing gym.Come on Adrian You Know I gotta fight!" "But Rocky we've been through this, after your fight with the russian 5 years ago you got brain damage remember? Then you HAD to fight that Tommy Gunn. Rocky, this could be More Serious then you think!" "Adrian it's been 5 years, I'm Sure that the whole medical world out that has made some kind of treatment. I'd really like to do this and we need the money Adrian" Then of course as he always does paulie steps in. "You know Adrian he's right." "Adrian, I was there. Me and Apollo, we were watchin' our old fights against each other. He asked me to stand by him that one last time, and I did. So now I'm askin you. Adrian, Please stand by my side this one last time." Press Conferess in Philladelphia "Mr. Balboa your stepping out of retirement after 5 years, what do you have to say about that?" "Well uh, I think it's great." "Your going to be fighting the Heavyweight Champion of the world Tommy Gunn.What do you have to say about that?" "Oh uh...I dont know, I hope I win." "Mr. Balboa Where will this fight be held and on what date?" "I was told in Philladelphia on July 25." "How much money will you be making off this fight?" "$500,000" "If you win the belt back will you continue your boxing career?" "Hey come on, why dont you ask Tommy some questions, he looks lonely over there." Right then the whole crowd erupts with laughter which angers Tommy Gunn. "Listen Balboa all I have to say about it is that your going down! You hear me Balboa! YOUR GOING DOWN!I'm outta here." Rocky's House in Philladelphia "Thank you Adrian for doin this for me.I love you." "Well I only did this because you can get treatment for your condition." "Well Thanks Anyways.Hey I'm gonna give Tony a Call and then I'm Gonna go for a run ok?" "Ya sure i'll see you later, I have to go and get some grocieries." "Ok I Love you" Rocky goes into the next room where pauly is watching television." Hey paulie could ya turn that down I'm gonna call Tony." "Ya sure thing Rock." Rocky slowly dials the number. "Hey Tony!Whats new? Oh ya you heard about me fightin' Tommy again.Ya i heard that to!haha!Ya, hey i was wonderin if you'd kinda train me again this time, would ya? you would, thats great!Oh your headin to the gym? well I was about to take a run, but why dont i get changed and take a run down to the gym and we can start today?ok ya I'll see ya at the gym then.Bu bye. Mick's Old Gym "Hey Tony!" "Hey Rock how's it goin?I'm not tryin to rush things but if you want to beat that bum Tommy we should probably start your training.Are you Ready?" "ya, ready as i'll ever be." 2. Round 1 Don't Do It Rocky! Ch.2 By Alex O'Brien Rocky's Locker Room (before the fight) "Come on Rocko its almost time." "Ya sure thing Tony I'll Be there in a few minutes." Rocky sat on the stool that was in front of the sink alone by himself praying to god as he does before all of his fights.He knew he would probably get whomped pretty badly but he knew he could win. Besides he didnt need to worry, he has been beaten to a pulp before and he has fought Tommy Gunn before and right as he thought of that a burst of confidence flew through him. "Hey Champ it's time to go" Tony was calling him and it was time to go in the ring. Tommy locker room (before the fight) "Tommy you can do this! That idiot knocked you down and embarresed you in front of the whole crowd in front of that diner and now he needs to fight you again so what do you say you knock this idiot out and do everybody a favor, huh?" "Ya HE'S GOIN DOWN!" The Fight "And here comes Rocky Balboa! Wow he looks as in shape as when he fought Ivan Drago in Russia 6 Years ago. I was there! I can tell you folks that this will be a night to rememberit will be a great fight! And Balboa steps into the ring putting his hands in the air to acknoladge the crowd. The Crowd is going wild! They really love it that Rocky is back.There is Tommy Gunn and boy does he looked determined.You know, this is really ironic, but he remindes me of a young Rocky Balboa." "We are here in Philadelphia Today for a great math tonight! In the Blue corner The challenger weighing in at 210 pounds The 'Italian Stallion' and the former HeavyWeight Champion of the world Rocky Balboa!" The crowd erupts with clapping and cheering. "In the red corner The undeafeated Reighning HeavyWeight Champion of the world Tommy 'The Machine' Gunn!" The crowd boo's loudly. "And now for the rules your referee Lou Philipo! "Alright now boys watch you Rabit punches and kidney punches and I want to see a good clean fight now shake hands" "Come on Balboa get your hands up there! your goin down!" "I doubt that." Rocky walks to his corner near Tony and paulie. "Alright Rock remember the training?" "yes." "well to beat this chump your gonna need to use all of it got it?" "ya tony" "alright good man." Round 1 The bell for round 1 was about to ring and Rocky was praying in his corner like he usually does and he saw something he never thought he would see.He saw Ivan Drago in the crowd and he could hear him chanting "Rocky". Then he could feel even more hope flew through him because his old enemy was in the crowd cheering for him.DING DING! the bell rung and Tommy Gunn flew out of his corner and flew some jabs at Rocky.$ to be exact and Rocky dodged them all and gave Tommy a jab and the a big left hook.It hurt him but not enough.Tommy came back with a right uppercut.Rocky felt it but it did not discourege him and he saw Tommys fist coming to hit him in the body so he moved to the left and hit Tommy with another left hook.Rocky jabbed with a right a left another left and a right and the a left uppercut and Tommy Gunn Fell to the ground and when he stood up... "Oh my god the champions cut! Balboa cut the champion!wow Balboa looks like he's in the peek of his career tonight...except he's old." "Your done Balboa!" Tommy ran up and Tried to hit Rocky with a Right and Then a left Jab but Rocky dodged them both and came back with a left jab and a right hook.DING DING! Just then in anger because Rocky had cut him Tommy ran up and Taclked him. "My god this is a war! Tommy Gunn has just Tackled Rocky Balboa!" Rocky punched tommy and then they were pried apart."Wow folks i'm guessing this one will go 15 rounds!" 3. Round 2: The war Don't Do it Rocky Ch.3 Alex O'Brien Rocky's Corner "Rock, don't let him get to ya. He's mad, he knows you can beat him just like you beat him the last time!" "ya ya." Tony puts Rocky mouthguard back in his mouth. "Now go and rip through him!Run 'em over like the..Roadkill he is!Or at least will be when your done with him, right Rock?" "Ya right" "Alright go out there and show him what you got!" Rocky heard the bell for Round 2 ring and Smacked his gloves together and headed for the middle of the ring. As Rocky went to the ring he saw Tommy and it looked as though he had jumped in hit Rocky smack in the jaw with a right hook.This hurt Rocky but he did not fall.Tommy was mad. If you saw him you could tell just by the look on his face, but he was chopping up rocky like the is no tommorow, he was using every ounce of strength he had.He threw a left jab and a 3 rights to the body and then another right hook and Rocky fell backwards.Adrian was in the crowd standing to see what happened in fear of Rocky getting hurt.But then Rocky got right back up and seemed ok. Tommy Tried to knock him down again with a right and then a left hook but Rocky dodged them both and then gave tommy a left jab to the face and then Tommy Came back with 2 right jabs a left hook and then a right uppercut. Rocky was cut."Tommy has just cut Rocky Balboa!Maybe Some people were right and maybe Rocky's time has passed and he is just to old to box now."At that moment Rocky for a split second thought about giving up and calling the fight but then he Saw Ivan Drago Just staring at him from the crowd.He wasnt sure but Rocky thought he had seen a small nod come from Ivan's head, and Rocky remembered how good he had fought against Ivan Drago and knew he could do better. Rocky could feel the anger of all the things that had happened with Tommy Gunn around 5 or 6 years before.Rocky was furious and decided he would give it all he had.He ran up to Tommy and Jab his face 6 times with all the strength he had and then Gave him a good left hook right in the eye, Then a right hook in the jaw.Rocky saw the blood coming out of his mouth.He was doing it!He was beating Tommy Gunn.Again!Rocky noticed That they were a short distance away from the corner so he pushed Tommy into the corner."This is for punching paulie even if it was 5 years ago!"The with as much strenghth as he could get Rocky punched Tommys Ribs at least 10 times and then the bell rang for the end of the sencond round but Rocky wouldnt stop punching.The Referee had to step in and push them apart.Rocky knew Tommy was hurting bad.But what he didnt know was that he would be to, very soon. End file.	Rocky, Adventure	Fanfiction	null	9,229	12,723.8
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle 1. Chapter 1 I do not own Rocky and Bullwinkle. I can claim Belinda the flying squirrel and my newest OC, Ginger the moose, but that is it. The reason why this disclaimer is underlined is because I'm going to have the narrator's lines be in bold like I should have in my last Rocky and Bullwinkle story. I don't feel like I did the show justice in that one… Our story opens today in the small town of Frostbite Falls, Minnesota. In this little town were two very big heroes: Rocket J. Squirrel and his pal, Bullwinkle the moose. Also with them was Rocky's romantic interest, Belinda, a brown flying squirrel who had stolen his heart when we last saw them. At the Frostbite Falls train station, a new character is just stepping off the train. A female moose had turned her head so her antlers would not get caught in the doorway as she stepped off the train. The moose, whose name was Ginger, muttered to herself, "I hope she's okay. With luck, she got away from those criminals and found Rocky and Bullwinkle." She walked up to a stand that sold maps and asked, "Excuse me. Do any of these show the location of Rocky the flying squirrel's home?" "Boy, do they! You know, Rocky's got a new girlfriend. Her name's Belinda. Cute thing," the salesman told her. "You want a map? Fifty cents." "Thank you," Ginger thanked the salesman, paid, and took a map. Meanwhile, at Rocky and Bullwinkle's house, Bullwinkle was making breakfast for Rocky and Belinda. "How I love bakin' bacon because bakin' is the thing to do," Bullwinkle sang as he was making pancakes in a frying pan. "That song's not so fitting," Belinda commented in a yawn. "Neither is a ten-gallon hat that only holds three gallons," Bullwinkle replied. "Do you like your pancakes sunny-side up?" As fate would have it, Bullwinkle had eggs in the frying pan, but none of the other ingredients. "You have to break a few eggs to make a pancake, you know," Bullwinkle chuckled. "Yeah, but you need more than just eggs," Rocky informed Bullwinkle. "I'm trying to become more of an egghead these days," Bullwinkle said in his defense. "Aren't you worried about cholesterol?" Rocky asked his buddy curiously. "Never heard of her," Bullwinkle shrugged. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "I've got it. Watch my pancakes, Rock?" Bullwinkle declared, heading toward the door. Upon opening it, he was staring at the most beautiful she-moose he had ever seen. "Bow-wow!" "What kind of moose goes—Ginger!" Belinda came over to see what was taking Bullwinkle so long. She was surprised and amazed to see her old friend, Ginger. Belinda explained to our boys that she and Ginger used to live together in their hometown, until one day, something terrible happened. "What was it? A hurricane?" Rocky asked. "No," Belinda shook her head. "Wildfires?" Bullwinkle asked. "No," again, Belinda shook her head. "Tax collectors," Ginger finally told them. "They had driven us out of town after Snidely Whiplash came in and foreclosed our mortgages after the taxes got too high, and Belinda and I were separated. Last I heard, some Pottsylvanians got to her before I could pinpoint her. That is, until today. I was told that she was living with…a boyfriend." "B-boyfriend?" Rocky echoed, his gray furred face turning scarlet before their eyes. "Sounds like those darned tax collectors were collecting a king's ransom!" Bullwinkle banged his fist on their coffee table. "Close. It was a fearless leader's ransom," Ginger explained. "You mean…" Belinda felt tears form in her eyes. "Yes. He had his spies disguise themselves as tax collectors and squeeze as much money out of it as he could. Now, it's a warehouse complex full of pot stickers and soap that smells like gunpowder," Ginger nodded and hugged her old friend. "I guess it was a blast of fresh scents," Bullwinkle chuckled. "Is this a joke to you, Bullwinkle?" Rocky asked in slight annoyance. Eavesdropping from outside was that no-good fiend, that vile villain, that crazed crook— "Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear narrator," a short, stout man with a Pottsylvanian accent said sweetly. …Boris Badenov. "At your service," Boris took off his hat and took a bow. And his partner in crime, Natasha Fatale. "Charmed, dollink," said a tall, slender woman with an accent of the same nationality as Boris. "I think I vaguely remember the girl moose. She was first to protest collection," Boris recalled. "Back in Pottsylvania, in situations like that, we just give each other new necktie. Made of rope," Natasha shrugged and informed the audience. H-hey, this is a kids' show! "This is no different from what we said back in the sixties!" Boris claimed defensively. Alright, you have a point… "Anyways, moose and squirrel better not get in our way this time," Boris said with a heaving sigh. What is your plan this time, anyway? "We can't tell you," Natasha informed the narrator. Well, why not? "Because we have to keel you first if you want to know," Boris answered. "Curiosity killed the storyteller, eh, Natasha?" "Yes, dollink!" Natasha laughed at Boris' pun. Okay, I don't want to know anymore. Meanwhile, inside, Bullwinkle was offering some breakfast to Ginger. "Do you like your pancakes sunny-side up?" Bullwinkle asked her. "I ate on the train, but thanks," Ginger thanked flatly. "Oh. Okay," Bullwinkle said glumly, flipping his eggs as he fried them. "I didn't know you lived with a moose back home," Rocky said to Belinda. "It was too painful to talk about. I'm sorry, Rocky," Belinda apologized. Rocky pulled the brown flying squirrel into a loving and comforting hug. "Don't be sorry," he told her soothingly. "I'd be quiet about it, too, if I had to be away from Bullwinkle for that long. Why, I don't think that's happened since…I want to say it was since the New Greenpernt incident. Hokey smoke, was I lonely." "Yeah," Belinda nodded tearfully. She was happy deep down inside because she could tell that Rocky understood how she felt. While they were all so absorbed in what was going on around them, none of them notice a hand slip in through the open window by the stove and put a grenade in the egg carton. What will become of our heroes? Tune into our next exciting episode, "Egg-splosion" or "You Need to Break Some Bombshells to Make an Omelet". 2. Chapter 2 We last left our heroes making breakfast when a female moose took the scene. Her name was Ginger, and as fate would have it, she's an old friend of Belinda. Yes, the two shared a relationship similar to our boys, Rocky and Bullwinkle. As everyone was catching up, a sinister and mysterious hand placed a white painted grenade in the egg carton. "I think it's time for another egg," Bullwinkle said, absentmindedly reaching for the grenade. "Bullwinkle, I think we have enough eggs," Rocky said to him, also unaware that his bovine buddy was holding a bomb. "What makes you say that, Rock?" Bullwinkle asked. "Cholesterol," Rocky reminded him. "I said it last episode and I'll say it again. I've never heard of her," Bullwinkle reiterated himself in the statement that he never met a female named 'Cholesterol'. "Now let me crack this here egg…" "Stop!" Ginger shouted and suddenly grabbed Bullwinkle's wrist. "What? What is it? I swear I didn't break the law!" Bullwinkle yelled in panic. "Belinda didn't tell me her friend was a police officer." "I'm more of an agent than a cop," Ginger informed him. "You mean—" Bullwinkle started to say. "No, not a cleaning agent nor an insurance agent!" Ginger interrupted and answered, as if she had read his mind. "What mind?" Bullwinkle asked. "What's wrong with the egg, Ginger?" Rocky asked curiously. "It's not an egg, is it?" Belinda hypothesized. Ginger shook her antlered head, confirming Belinda's suspicions. The she-moose threw the explosive back out the window and there was suddenly a loud boom. _BOOM!_ "Eek!" Belinda squeaked in fear. Rocky wrapped his arms around the she-squirrel's head and his tail around her body, trying to lessen her fearful shivers. "Huh. And here I thought that they were expired…" Bullwinkle muttered in wonder. "Ginger, if you don't have a place to stay, we'll be happy to oblige," Rocky informed the female moose. "Any friend of Belinda's is a friend of ours." "Yeah! There's always room for one more!" Bullwinkle agreed. "Please, Ginger! They let me stay! You should stay, too!" Belinda begged, not wanting to be separated from her best friend any longer. "Thank you for the offer," Ginger thanked them. "I think I'll have to take you up on that. But the issue with the grenade concerns me." "Concerns you how?" Rocky asked. "I don't think our friendly neighborhood grocer or friendly remote farmer put that bomb in the egg carton. Someone must be out to get us," Belinda theorized. "But who? I have two theories." "One is Pottsylvanians, right?" Rocky guessed. He was signified that he had guessed correctly when Belinda kissed him on the cheek. The plucky gray squirrel swooned. "And the other theory?" Bullwinkle asked. "An inanimate object that suddenly became animate. I saw a lot of weird stuff on the way to Minnesota, so don't tell me otherwise," Belinda replied. "The world is a strange place," Rocky concluded. "Yeah. Full of strangers and such," Bullwinkle chuckled to himself. "Bullwinkle, I think someone does want us out of the way. But why?" Rocky wondered. "To keep us from getting involved in some sort of sinister plot, I assume. We'd better look into this before it's too late," Ginger answered, narrowing her eyes and looking around. "Whenever that is," Belinda added. And so, the two squirrels and the two moose (yes, the plural of 'moose' is 'moose') went into town and started to look around, each one of them keeping their five senses peeled for anything suspicious. "Did you find anything?" Rocky asked everyone. "A guy on the street tried to sell me some catnip. Other than that, no," Bullwinkle reported. "I've got nothing. I'm sorry, Rocky!" Belinda hugged Rocky and cried out in shame. "Hey, it is okay, Belinda. We just don't exactly know what to look for," Rocky consoled the she-squirrel. Just then, in a tall office building high above, Natasha Fatale, disguised as a book publisher, 'accidently' threw a potted plant out the window and onto Bullwinkle's head. Bullwinkle, unfazed by the impact, said, "Huh. I must have been thinking about going green." "Oh, my poor moose! You seem to have taken a blow to the head!" a short and stout doctor with a Pottsylvanian accent came along over to Bullwinkle. "My name is Doctor K. Boom. Allow me to examine you." "That voice. Where have I heard that voice?" Rocky asked himself. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember for some reason. Though it happened often, it drove him nuts every time. "Hmm…" Ginger also seemed suspicious. "Please, please, come. Step into my office," Dr. Boom insisted, taking Bullwinkle inside a building. Ginger and the two squirrels followed. "How long do I have, Doc?" Bullwinkle asked as he sat on an examination table. "Not long, I hope," Dr. Boom muttered. "What was that?" Rocky asked, having not heard exactly what the supposed doctor said. "I said 'by the time you die, we'll have had two more popes'," Dr. Boom lied, sweating a little. Ginger narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, goody!" Bullwinkle clapped excitedly and bounded up and down. "Now, I just need to run a couple tests," Dr. Boom informed them. "Okay. What kind of tests?" Bullwinkle asked. "Yes. What kind?" Ginger implored. "Oh, the usual. Reflexes, eyes, blood, flammability; all that fun stuff," Dr. Boom told them, winking at the audience. "I thought the fire department tested how flammable I am," Bullwinkle voiced his thoughts. "I didn't even know such a test existed," Rocky spoke up. "I don't think they do," Belinda claimed. "Shut up your mouth!" Dr. Boom yelled at Belinda, who recoiled into Rocky's arms. "Out! All of you! Not you, he-moose! The rest of you! Out!" As the squirrels and Ginger were walking out, the she-moose saw Dr. Boom take out a big sledge hammer. Bullwinkle sat calmly, awaiting the so-called 'reflex test'. Ginger swiftly flicked the light switch just as Dr. Boom was about to bring the might hammer down on Bullwinkle's knees. In the dark, he missed, hit a mirror, and the mirror bounced the hammer back, causing the 'doctor' to hit himself with the hammer. "Thanks, Doc," Bullwinkle walked out of the office unscathed and unknowing. "Bullwinkle! Bullwinkle, are you okay?! I heard a lot of banging in there and a loud crash! I got so worried!" Rocky asked frantically. "I'm fine, dearest Rocket. I didn't hear anything," Bullwinkle informed him. "You didn't?" Rocky asked, tilting his head quizzically. "Nope. It was too dark in there," Bullwinkle shook his head. "I'm sure…" Ginger rolled her eyes. As they walked out of the doctor's office, Natasha looked out the window and gasped. "They're alive?! Boris must have screwed up again." She picked up a phone and called a number. "Hello, Boris dollink. Is everything ready? Yes, I know moose and squirrel are alive. Yes, the female moose and squirrel, too, dollink. I know, I know. Is almost time. We must get rid of them before they get onto us." Hanging up, she muttered, "Almost time…" Almost time for what, exactly? What do these sinister villains have planned? Seriously, I'm inclined to know! I'm the narrator! Tune into our next exciting episode "Half Past Terror" or "That's Classified, Dollink". 3. Chapter 3 Before starting the show, we would like to apologize in advance for grammatical errors in this installment. Yes, as it would turn out, the author of the script, away from his home computer, had to write this on a laptop that ran and still runs efficiently, but does not have the most reliable word processor. And no, grammatical errors do not include Boris and Natasha's poor English, which isn't so poor when you think about the fact that it is (probably) not their first language. Their errors in speech are intentional. "Gee, we didn't have all of this fancy stuff back when we still aired," Rocky acknowledged in awe. "Hokey smoke, times have changed!" At any rate, we last left our heroes leaving a doctor's office, but it was really the office of the highly unqualified Dr. K. Boom. "Alias Boris Badenov," Boris stated proudly and took a bow, still dressed as a doctor. And we left Natasha muttering… "Is almost time… Is almost time…" Natasha muttered to herself in an office down the street from Boris's. But what is it almost time for? Let's check back in with Boris. "Glass cutter? Check. Pistol? Check. Rope? Check. Frostbite Falls, the small, run-of-mill town that is not even on map is finally opening a big jewelry store!" Boris cackled with delight as he showed the audience a map. "Boris, dollink! You just made two mistakes!" Natasha came running in, which was impressive because she was wearing heels. "Shut up your mouth! I make no mistake!" Boris spat. "You did, dollink. One, you just told our scheme to all the children of the world. B, you holding map of Georgia. Of course Frostbite Falls isn't on that map. I don't think any falls are in that state," Natasha informed him. "Only the people we tripped on our trip, honey bun," Boris reminded her, evilly chuckling. "Oh, yeah! That was good vacation!" Natasha remembered, chiming in on the evil laughter. "Now when we rob jewelry store?" "The night before it opens!" Boris stated, once again with boundless pride. "We swipe everything, including the Momonga Diamond!" "Momonga?" Natasha echoed. "Why is called the Momonga Diamond?" "Oh, boy, we're becoming educational. A Pteromys momonga is the scientific Latin name for the Japanese dwarf flying squirrel. They named the diamond after a squirrel," Boris stated. "I don't know why, but is named after Pteromys momonga." "Fascinating, dollink! One question." "Yes, Natasha?" "Why do you know that?" "Because of what we're up against! Moose and _squirrel_! I like to research my opponents. Unfortunately, I didn't get far. So many different types of flying squirrels! They're divided into tribes, like red-skins!" Boris griped furiously over his situation. Meanwhile, back with our heroes… "Hey, look!" Belinda pointed to a sign. "'Frostbite Jewel Emporium, opening soon! Featuring the Momonga Diamond!'" Rocky read the sign aloud. "What's a 'momonga'?" Bullwinkle asked. "It's a Japanese dwarf flying squirrel," Ginger informed him. "Hokey smoke, Ginger! You're so smart! Bullwinkle needs someone like that!" Rocky exclaimed, causing the female moose to turn bright red like a strawberry. "Are you a momonga, Rock?" Bullwinkle asked his buddy. "Last I checked, I'm a hundred percent American," Rocky shook his head. "How about you, Belinda? We don't exactly know what kind of flying squirrel you are," Ginger asked her best friend. "I think I'm all-American, but…maybe I'm part momonga? I don't know…" Belinda tried to give an acceptable answer to a question she did not know the answer to. "Ah, don't dwell on it. Whatever you are, you're my best friend," Ginger smiled and picked up the brown flying squirrel. "Hey, Ginger, why do you think it's called the Momonga Diamond?" Belinda asked the she-moose, hoping she had an answer. "I don't know. It could be a dwarf diamond," Ginger chuckled to herself. "You know, I could give you lessons on how to make better puns," Bullwinkle offered. "After 'Magic Made Easy; The Hard Way'? Yeah, thanks, but I think I'll have to pass in order to preserve and sustain my life," Ginger declined Bullwinkle's offer. "I have an idea!" Bullwinkle suddenly had an idea. "What is it Bullwinkle?" Rocky asked. "In honor of Ginger's arrival into town, I can make some of Grandma Moose's triple layer fudge cake! Then, we can try to get a tour of the jewel emporium tomorrow!" Bullwinkle suggested excitedly. "I don't think I've had your grandma's fudge cake, but I have met her. She is a really nice lady!" Belinda said, not recalling having ever tasted the cake. "It's an explosion of flavor!" Bullwinkle informed her. "That's one way to put it! I'm just glad we got those last two payments in on our oven," Rocky laughed fondly at the memory of the last time Bullwinkle decided to voluntarily make that cake. "Bell, what are they talking about?" Ginger asked Belinda as she was starting to get confused. "I haven't a clue, Gin," the brown flying squirrel answered. "Maybe we can get a tour, but I wouldn't get our hopes up," Rocky claimed, referring to the jewelry emporium. "It opens two days from now." "Well, I wouldn't get our hopes down either," Bullwinkle said proudly. "Why don't we head back to the house to get you settled in, Ginger?" "So we rob store tomorrow night," Boris decided, skulking in a nearby alley. "I hope moose and squirrel and she-moose and she-squirrel don't get in the way again. Or else Fearless Leader might have my head." "Oh, relax, dollink. They probably take tour during the day, and we sneak in and steal the goods at night. Then, everyone's happy! Well, just us and Fearless Leader, but that's all that matters," Natasha reasoned with him through a wireless communication device. "I am loving these modern-day trinkets and gadgets and gizmos!" "I hate happy," Boris reminded his partner in crime (literally his partner in crime). "Not when we're happy. Much less so when Fearless Leader is happy," Natasha countered. "You're right. When he's happy," Boris trembled at sickening thoughts, "I don't get liquidated." Well, I'm glad I finally know what's going on, but this is terrible! Boris and Natasha plan on robbing a jewelry store clean! Will our heroes be able to get a tour and somehow stop the villainous villains? Tune into our next exciting episode, "A Jewel's Fool" or "Momonga Madness". 4. Chapter 4 We last left our heroes one day ago, hoping to get a tour of the soon-to-be-open Frostbite Jewel Emporium, the first big store to open in town since the hardware store known as 'Screwballs'. Now, in their humble cottage, Rocky and Bullwinkle are trying to get a sneak-peek tour. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Really? Hokey smoke! Thanks so much!" Rocky excitedly thanked the owner of the emporium over the telephone. "We're in! Four o'clock this afternoon!" "That's great!" Belinda squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around Rocky. "You're the best, Rock!" "I-I am?" Rocky stammered with a blush on his face. His success in getting the tour earned him a kiss, to which he swooned in response: "Hokey smoke!" "Well, this will certainly be interesting," Ginger believed. "Yeah. There's something about rocks that make me think of Rocky, especially that Morongo diamond," Bullwinkle agreed. "You mean 'Momonga'," Ginger corrected, "named after the Japanese dwarf flying squirrel, Pteromys momonga." "I don't speak Spanish," Bullwinkle dully informed Ginger, who shook her head and let out a heaving sigh of annoyance. Unfortunately, our archfiend of archfiends, Boris Badenov, and his partner in crime, Natasha Fatale, chose that same afternoon to rob the jewelry store. We would call them the King and Queen of Crime, but Pottsylvania is a dictatorship country. No monarchs, just a spymaster. "And a fearless one, too!" Fearless Leader shouted all the way from Pottsylvania. "Ooh, Natasha, I just heard horrible premonition that sounded like Fearless Leader," Boris groaned in agony. "You're just tired, dollink. Rest up for this afternoon. Four o'clock, remember?" Natasha reminded him. "Of course, Natasha. Who do you take me for? Moose?" Boris demanded. "I hope not," Natasha shook her head. "Good. The jewel store is closed until tomorrow. Moose and squirrel can't possibly get in our way this time," Boris pointed out, having no idea how wrong he was. "Although, the she-moose seems several thousand times smarter than the moose we've had to deal with all this time." "Wouldn't that only make her average, dollink?" Natasha questioned him. "You have a point. So, that means she is several hundred thousand times smarter. She saw through my disguise! I think she is spy for the Americans!" Boris exclaimed. "The moose and squirrel never saw through my disguise before! Only the she-squirrel and that is just because she knew us prior to that time in the restaurant!" Recapping way back to the Love Squirrels incident, when Belinda was flat-out broke and desperately needed income from somewhere, she and Rocky had went out on a date. She had been working for Boris and Natasha at the time because she felt like she had no other options. Boris and Natasha had put on disguises that Belinda was able to recognize them in because the restaurant was their rendezvous point. "I don't think she could do it twice," Boris bet counterfeit money on the probability that Belinda would not recognize him again."Of course is counterfeit! You think I'd bet money on bet that I wasn't guaranteed to win? Bah! Shut up your mouth!" 4 p.m., at the emporium… Rocky, Bullwinkle, Belinda, and Ginger stood before the Frostbite Jewel Emporium, waiting to go inside. The owner came out and welcomed them in. The owner, Mr. Oscar Nix, a somewhat stocky fellow on the shorter side, cautioned, "Just be careful not to smudge the glass cases. We don't want people to know you've gotten a sneak peak at what we have to offer." "Okay! Thank you so much, Mr. Nix," Rocky thanked politely. "Now, if you step over this way, you'll see one of our most expensive items, the Momonga Diamond. I should know. I have a master's degree in rocks and minerals," Mr. Nix informed them. There, in a glass case in the center of a room sat a small diamond on a large, fluffy, blue cushion. Bullwinkle looked to the right and saw a certificate mounted to the wall. He asked, "Is that your degree?" "Yep. 'O. Nix, mineralogy'," Mr. Nix proudly read the degree. "I also minored in physical education, so the guards I forgot to hire are in their top form!" "How can you know that if you forgot to hire them?" Rocky asked curiously. "Gadzooks, you're right," Mr. Nix realized. "This guy reminds me of Captain Peachfuzz," Bullwinkle muttered to Rocky. "Peter? He's my second cousin!" Mr. Nix exclaimed. "That figures," Rocky said. "What happened to your first cousin?" Bullwinkle interrogated curiously. "Oscar!" Captain Peter "Wrong-Way" Peachfuzz walked in through the door. "Pete!" Mr. Nix opened his arms. They hugged each other. "Sorry I took so long to get here! The map I used was so confusing!" Captain Peachfuzz apologized. "I'm used to it," Mr. Nix laughed. "If you don't mind, I think I'll look around for a bit," Ginger informed Mr. Nix. "Go ahead," Mr. Nix nodded and told her. Off went Ginger. "I need to use the little moose's room," Bullwinkle went off to find a restroom. "I guess that leaves you and me to look around together, Belinda," Rocky told the beautiful she-squirrel, holding her paw. "I wouldn't want to look around with anyone else, Rocket J. Squirrel," Belinda giggled. Paw-in-paw, they skipped away to another chamber of jewels. "Oh, my! I just remembered! My degree isn't supposed to be in the same room as the Momonga Diamond!" Mr. Nix gasped. "I'll help you move the diamond!" Capt. Peachfuzz offered. "Wouldn't it be easier just to move the degree?" Mr. Nix asked his relative. "Oscar, is the easy way ever the right way?" Capt. Peachfuzz asked rhetorically. The question was rather ironic given that his fitting nickname was 'Wrong-Way'. "You're right, Pete," Mr. Nix smiled and consented to moving the diamond. Carefully, they both lifted up the case. Meanwhile, Boris and Natasha were beginning their fiendish plot. "And now I will cut power supply, which will turn out the lights. Then, we go on our merry way with diamonds and rubies and pearls and such stuff," Boris announced as he sabotaged the generator. As he predicted, the lights went out. "Excellent, dollink. Only one problem," Natasha informed him. "What, Natasha?" "It's so dark that we can't see diamonds." "Oh. Maybe I should have thought this through a little better." "Hey! Who turned out the lights?! I can't see where I'm going!" a dimwitted voice shouted out from close by. "Is that…?" Natasha whispered. "Is moose!" Boris gasped lightly. "Is somebody there? Is that you, Rock? Hello?" Bullwinkle called out in the dark. Meanwhile, with Rocky and Belinda… "I'm scared, Rocky," Belinda whimpered, clinging tight to her hero. "It's okay. I'm here. We've got each other," Rocky said soothingly as he wrapped his arms around her head, trying to quell her startled shivering. "Why do you think the lights went out?" she asked, hoping the plucky squirrel had an answer. "I don't know. Power failure, I suppose," Rocky gave his best guess. He wrapped his tail around her and told her, "As long as we're together, we'll be fine. Okay?" "Right. It's the American way," Belinda agreed. Rocky couldn't see her adorable face, but he could tell that hope glimmered in her eyes. Meanwhile, Ginger was suddenly very suspicious of the power outage. The beautiful she-moose struck a match, lighting it, and looked around. She muttered, "This reeks of Pottsylvanians." Will Boris and Natasha succeed in their plan? Will our heroes find a way to thwart them? Will somebody please turn the lights—ouch! Ugh, on…? We'll hopefully find out next time in "Pearls before Swindlers" or "Rock Hard Rocky". 5. Chapter 5 We last left our heroes roaming around in the dark thanks to a scheme-gone-wrong by Boris Badenov, who was attempting to rob the Frostbite Falls Jewel Emporium. Our villains were hiding in the dark due to Bullwinkle being nearby, stumbling about in the darkness. "I can't even see my own hoof in front of my face," Bullwinkle complained. "Rocky? Ginger? Someone? Hello!" Thinking fast, Natasha put on her best impression of Rocky. She called out, "Bullwinkle! Is that you?" "Last time I checked," Bullwinkle answered, believing it to be Rocky in the pitch black darkness. "I'll look for a light switch. Uh, go make sure Belinda is okay," Natasha instructed, still acting as Rocky. "I thought you'd be with her. Abandoning your girl?! Rocket J. Squirrel, I am ashamed of you!" Bullwinkle scolded. "She went to look for Ginger!" Natasha's quick thinking struck again. "Oh. Then it's okay," Bullwinkle shrugged, buying the excuse. Natasha and Boris listened to the moose's footsteps, which seemed to gradually fade out. "Nice work, Natasha," Boris commended his partner. "Where you learn to do that?" "I didn't. Squirrel and I share a voice actress," Natasha shrugged. "Ah. I see. Come on; let's grab jewels before someone catches us," Boris instructed. "Boris, we cannot even catch ourselves in this dirty darkness," Natasha tried to reason with her partner in crime. She had a point, but Boris didn't care. The short, stout man jumped up and ran straight into a wall. "Natasha, you've never been more wrong. Look! I caught myself!" Boris called out pathetically to her. "Yo-ho," Natasha replied. "What?" Boris wasn't sure what she meant by 'yo-ho'. "I don't know. The mood needs to be lightened," Natasha shrugged and sighed. "Not to mention the room," Boris added. Meanwhile, Ginger was trying to snuff out the fiendish fiends responsible for the power failure. "It's a Pottsylvanian plot. I'm sure of it. Either that or a communist plot," Ginger muttered to herself. "When I get my hands on whoever did this…" She never got to finish her sentence, as Bullwinkle ran straight into her. Wham! "There you are, you dirty crook!" Ginger growled and started to choke Bullwinkle, having no idea it was really him. "Last time I checked, I was Bullwinkle!" Bullwinkle rasped. Shocked, Ginger let go of him. "Sorry," Ginger apologized. "Ginger? Thank goodness you're alright," Bullwinkle sighed with relief. "Rocky went to look for a light switch. Is Belinda okay?" "I thought Belinda was with Rocky. And what good would a light switch do? Power is out all over the building," Ginger pointed out. "Now that I think about it, you do have a valid point," Bullwinkle thought it over and said. "And Rocky and Belinda stick to each other like white on rice," Ginger pointed out. "Bullwinkle, I think you've been bamboozled." "I've been tricked?" Bullwinkle gasped in shock. He couldn't believe it. If he wasn't talking to Rocky back there, who was it? He couldn't think of any valid answers other than one: an evil ventriloquist. Of course, he had no idea how far off he was. "A ventriloquist tricked me!" "Ventriloquism may be this fiend's hobby, but I think they do something else for a living," Ginger theorized. "Oh? Like what, Ginger?" Bullwinkle asked curiously. "Making people's lives miserable," Ginger suggested. "Come on. Let's retrace your steps. I think we can find the guy if we go back the way you came." "Good idea. Where'd I come from?" Bullwinkle asked. "You don't know?!" Ginger demanded in pure disbelief. "I had way too much faith in you…" "I thought you'd know!" Bullwinkle claimed defensively. "How can I know when I can barely see you?!" Ginger demanded. "You have a point," Bullwinkle acknowledged her voice of aggravated reason. "Okay, okay, stay calm, Ginger. Stay calm," Ginger coached herself. She suggested to Bullwinkle, "Let's find Rocky and Belinda before we do anything else." "Agreed," Bullwinkle nodded. Rocky and Belinda were having an adventure of their own. The two squirrels were trying to remain optimistic in these dark and murky circumstances. "You know, Rock, no one can see us," Belinda pointed out. "Yeah," Rocky nodded. "Just you and me. Here. In the dark." "Do you want to…kiss?" Belinda asked curiously. "Y-yeah! Sure! That's a great way to…you know, pass the time," Rocky nodded eagerly, trying to hide his intense feelings of excitement. He didn't want to seem overeager. They could barely see each other in the dark, but they knew where each other was. They followed their hearts until they reached each other's lips. "Rocky, you sly squirrel!" a familiarly goofy voice exclaimed nearby. Rocky and Belinda pulled apart from their kiss to see Captain Peachfuzz and Mr. Nix standing before them with, thankfully, a lit torch. "Hokey smoke! It's Captain Peachfuzz!" Rocky cried out in joy. "And Mr. Nix!" Belinda added. Thanks to the torchlight, she could get a good look at her love squirrel's handsomely adorable face. Silently, she mumbled to herself, "I wish…" "Hmm?" Rocky looked in her direction, curious about what she was saying. "Nothing," Belinda giggled and smiled. "Thank you. You're always able to make me smile. That's surely a fact. I was just thinking about how great you are, Rock. A lot of people could stand to be a kindhearted as you." "Belinda…" Rocky's eyes sparkled with delight at the compliment. He nodded with determination. "Okay, first we should start looking for Bullwinkle and Ginger! I hope they're okay. Meanwhile, Boris and Natasha decided to start stealing the jewels blindly. Boris had brought along three pillow cases just for the occasion. "The Momonga Diamond will be ours!" Boris declared loudly. "I think I heard a voice!" the two spies heard Rocky cry out in the distance. "Where have I heard that voice before? I could swear I've heard that voice before." "Natasha? Honey bun, what are you doing over there?" Boris called out to Rocky, thinking he was Natasha doing an impression of Rocky. "Dollink, I'm right here," Natasha tugged on Boris's sleeve. "Oh, boy. Natasha, I think I goofed," Boris sighed in distress. "Are you sure you're not hearing things, Rock?" Capt. Peachfuzz asked Rocky. "I'm sure I heard someone…" Rocky said with a hint of uncertainty. "I've said this before and I'll say it again. You've heard more voices than Joan of Ark," Capt. Peachfuzz told Rocky the exact same words he said to the plucky squirrel long ago. "I'm worried that we may have rodents, Peter," Mr. Nix said to his second cousin. "Hey!" Rocky and Belinda cried out, offended. "Of course, I mean of the unfriendly variety," Mr. Nix corrected himself nervously. "You mean thieves, right?" Capt. Peachfuzz asked. "Maybe…" Mr. Nix answered, unsure of what the problem could have been. Oh, what are our heroes going to do now? Tune in to see our next exciting episode, "Pitch Black Prism" or "Hide 'n' Sneak". 6. Chapter 6 Well, our heroes are still stumbling around in the dark, trying to figure out what was going on. "Thankfully, we have Mr. Nix and Captain Peachfuzz with us," Rocky reported with utter relief. "And they have a torch with them!" Belinda added cheerily and gestured to the torch in Capt. Peachfuzz's hand. "You know, if I didn't know any better, Oscar, I'd say this was a birthday candle," Capt. Peachfuzz told Mr. Nix. "Do you know better, Captain?" Belinda asked hopefully. "Not really," Capt. Peachfuzz reported and blew out the torch. "Hokey smoke! We're stuck in the dark again! Captain!" Rocky exclaimed in despair. "I thought 'not really' was warning enough," Captain Peachfuzz claimed innocently. "It was my fault for letting him have the torch in the first place," Mr. Nix took the blame. "I think I just remembered something! A couple things, actually!" "Hokey smoke! What are they, Mr. Nix?" Rocky asked hopefully. "Uh…I think I forget," Mr. Nix reported sadly. "Too bad." "Oh, come on!" Belinda griped. "Well, I guess that's proof that you're related to Captain Peachfuzz. What do we do now? The power is out, so we can't even report this to the police—" "That's what the silent alarm is for. It runs on the local power provided by whatever electrical company the town uses. Hey! That's one of the things I remembered!" Mr. Nix suddenly recalled joyfully. "Oh, and in the event of a power outage, the pressure-activated booby traps are armed and ready." "Traps? Oh, no! Bullwinkle!" Rocky cried out, finding it liable for Bullwinkle to trip one of those traps. "And Ginger, too!" Belinda added, worried that her friend would eventually get caught in a trap. "Is this a trap?" Capt. Peachfuzz asked, about to step on an odd-looking floor tile. "No, Peter!" Mr. Nix called out in a panic. Unfortunately, Captain Peter "Wrong-Way" Peachfuzz mistook what his distant cousin meant by "no, Peter!" as he believed that Mr. O. Nix was telling him that it wasn't a trap when, in actuality, he was telling him not to step on the tile. It was too late. Captain Peachfuzz stepped on the tile, triggering not one, but three traps simultaneously. "Ah!" Mr. Nix screamed as he fell through the floor, and then again through the ceiling, landing almost exactly where he just was. "Hey!" Rocky and Belinda cried out as a heavy net fell on the two flying squirrels. "Well, that's what I get for winning the Miss Understanding pageant," Capt. Peachfuzz said optimistically as he was pinned to a wall by several sharp spikes that flew from the opposite wall. "You're Miss Understanding?" Rocky asked, surprised that the captain could win any pageant. He was a kind and respectable man, but he wasn't the pageant type. "I believe it…" Belinda groaned in Rocky's arms, seeing things differently. Her pink aviator's helmet had been knocked off when the net fell on the squirrels. She had long, flowing brown fur on her head, apparently a squirrel equivalent to human hair. Rocky couldn't help but comb his fingers through it. Meanwhile, Bullwinkle and Ginger had tripped—and narrowly avoided—several booby traps. "He's cute, but I'll get myself killed if I hang around this guy," Ginger mumbled to herself. "Did you say something, Ginger?" Bullwinkle asked, believing that she said something. "Ah! W-what? Me? No, no, I didn't say anything!" Ginger denied, blushing nervously. She had never felt so nervous before. "Not a thing!" She then did something very unlike her; she tripped a tripwire. Not only that, but she tripped over as well. "Ginger? Are you okay?" Bullwinkle knelt down and helped her up; oblivious to the giant hammer that came out of the wall and almost crushed his head like a grape. He helped the she-moose to her feet. "Thank you, Bullwinkle," Ginger thanked him politely. "I think we're close to the generator room." "You think so?" Bullwinkle asked curiously. "I found this book of matches on the way over here," Ginger reported as she struck one of the matches she found. There was a door that said 'Generator Room' on it in big, bold, red letters. "Son of a gun! It is the generator room! I wish Rock could be here to see this," Bullwinkle sighed triumphantly. "We found it. Ginger, you're a genius." "I-I am…?" Ginger asked, flustered by the compliment. "Yup. If I ever met one, you're it!" Bullwinkle confirmed. "C-come on," Ginger went into the generator room and scanned the area. The room was empty. "Blast it!" "What?" Bullwinkle asked, confused. "It's totally empty. Not even the generator—oh." Bullwinkle finally caught onto why Ginger was so distressed. The generator had been stolen. "Who in Sam Heck would steal a generator from a jewelry store?!" Ginger demanded furiously. "Cavemen?" Bullwinkle suggested. Well, he was close, but no cigar. It was stolen by none other than Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. "How dare you compare us to cavemen, moose?!" Natasha shouted to the heavens. "Shut up your mouth!" Boris scolded Natasha. "Ginger, I think I just heard Rocky! And he's starting puberty!" Bullwinkle reported. "That's not Rocky! It's a Pottsylvanian! Come on!" Ginger pulled him out of the generator room. Unfortunately, they ran right into a pitfall trap. "You know, we can't seem to catch a break today, can we?" Bullwinkle said, trying to make casual conversation. "This is just great…" Ginger sighed in disbelief. "How many booby traps can one man afford to install?" Quite a lot actually, because when Boris and Natasha were trying to make their getaway, they, too, fell down a pitfall trap. "Well, this is lovely," Boris grumbled sarcastically. "Yo-ho," Natasha said. "Shut up your mouth, lady!" Boris yelled at her. "Those are fighting words!" Natasha shouted back as she slugged Boris. "I give, I give!" Boris surrendered. Well, it seems that our heroes are certainly in for it now. Will they prevail over these traps and the forces of evil? Maybe we'll find out in our next exciting episode, which may not appear for a while, "Shut Your Trap" or "One Step Forward and Two Steps Down". 7. Chapter 7 We last left our heroes separated and our villains stuck in a pit. We also learned that Natasha has a pretty hard hit, as she got Boris to quickly drop an argument with just one slug to the face. Impressive, isn't it? I would think so, but I'm just the narrator. That aside, why don't we get on with the story? "Yo-ho, dollink," Natasha said. "I wish I knew what she means by that," Boris muttered in aggravation. "How do we get out of here, Boris?" Natasha asked, hoping Boris had a plan. "Is easy! I climb out on your shoulders," Boris explained his carefully formulated plan. "Then you pull me out?" Natasha asked, hoping to conclude with her getting some sort of benefit. "No, then I steal diamond," Boris explained. "Boris!" "I kid, Natasha! Yes, I pull you out!" "Well, that's more like it." Meanwhile, Rocky and friends were stumbling around in the dark, trying to find Bullwinkle and Ginger. Rocky and Belinda always had entwined tails and interlocked paws to keep each other in close range. Mr. Nix and Capt. Peachfuzz were not so lucky, as they could not even tell their right from their left in the dark. "Nah, our lack of sense of direction is unconditional," Capt. Peachfuzz announced. "And genetic," Mr. Nix added eagerly. Why he was so eager, the world will never know. "Hey, how can you be so eager? Your emporium is probably the victim of a jewel heist!" Rocky pointed out. "It's a family secret," Mr. Nix replied. "Oh, boy," Belinda mumbled. "Shh! I hear something!" Rocky shushed everyone. It sounded like a moaning argument between what was either foreigners or ghosts. "I'm scared, Rock!" Belinda whimpered. "Me, too! I need to use the little captain's room!" Capt. Peachfuzz shivered and started to run away. Due to the dark and his deplorable navigation skills, he ran right into a wall. "Captain!" Belinda cried out. "Hokey smoke!" Rocky exclaimed as he cautiously approached the captain, bringing Belinda with him. "He's unconscious!" "I'm writing an SOS on the wall," Mr. Nix reported as he was writing on the wall with a red crayon. "How will anyone see it?" Rocky asked curiously. "I don't know, but they'll find a way," Mr. Nix reported with hope. "I wish I was a sailor, a happy, happy sailor…" Capt. Peachfuzz sang as he sputtered in his sleep. "I wish I had a name," Mr. Nix sighed in depression. "Hokey smoke…" Rocky muttered at the incompetence of the grown men. "Rocky, I'm getting worried about Ginger and Bullwinkle," Belinda urged softly. She was becoming very frightful. Rocky held her tightly when he felt her start to tremble. Meanwhile, Bullwinkle managed to climb out of the pitfall and proceeded to pull Ginger out, who was very grateful to him. "Thanks, Bullwinkle," Ginger thanked the he-moose as she sat on her knees with the hole behind her. "I need no thanks. I'm a moose of chivalry or something like that," Bullwinkle claimed with pride. "I wish more people were like that these days," Ginger chuckled. "You just have to know where to look. I hear they're pretty friendly up in the mountains," Bullwinkle said and winked, even though Ginger couldn't see his wink in the dirty darkness. "I'll keep that in mind. We have to be very careful here. For all we know, that crazy Nix might have planted land mines in here," Ginger instructed as she stood and started to trek carefully. "Is that where he gets the diamonds and stuff from?" Bullwinkle asked, entirely serious about the question. "I'll disregard that comment," Ginger decided with a sigh. "Why?" "Just…let's go." Meanwhile, we rejoin our infamous ingrates as they finally manage to get out of their own pitfall trap. "Thank badness," Boris sighed in relief. "I've got a feeling we're getting close to the Momonga Diamond," Natasha reported eagerly. "Then let's go!" Boris commanded as he ran off. He ran into a wall. That bit never gets old. "It does for me! Don't villains count anymore?" Boris demanded as he angrily stomped his foot. "Yo-ho," Natasha nodded in agreement. "I don't know what this woman is talking about! She's making me crazy!" Boris complained loudly. "How long have we been in the dark?" Natasha asked curiously. "A few episodes too many," Boris grumbled. "I agree, dollink," Natasha nodded in agreement. "Plus, please, twinkle, cheese, la, la, la, la, la," the voice of Capt. Peachfuzz sang in the distance. "Shut up your mouth!" Boris yelled in that direction. "Shh! Boris, dollink, don't be crazy. Don't lead them to us!" Natasha told him in a raspy voice. "Oops," Boris said, realizing his mistake. "Don't come this way!" "Okay!" Mr. Nix called back. "C'mon! This way!" Rocky instructed as he and Belinda followed the voice. "Oh, no! Run!" Boris exclaimed as he and Natasha started to run away. "They must be the ones who through the power out! Hey! Who are you?" Rocky asked as he called out into the darkness. "After them!" Belinda decided their next course of action. They began to follow the foreign voices. 8. Chapter 8 Well, our heroes are still bumbling around in the dark. One must think that it's only a matter of time before the lights come back on. However, is anyone's patience to the extent needed to wait it out in a situation like this one? "I'm tired of running and hiding! I will steal diamonds right now!" Boris declared as he ran towards what seemed to be the case of the Momonga Diamond. "Look! Bullwinkle, that silhouette is headed for the Momonga Diamond!" Ginger pointed out at Boris's short and stout silhouette. "Sorry, I don't speak French. Is that a tiny silo?" Bullwinkle asked, genuinely confused. "No one defeats Boris Badenov without getting beaten!" Boris yelled at the top of his lungs as he sprinted. "But we have five whole seasons worth of defeats!" Natasha pointed out. "I don't care! One for me!" Boris shouted back. "Hokey smoke! We can't let that guy get the diamond!" Rocky exclaimed as he and Belinda ran towards the diamond case. "Hello, I'd like to order one large pepperoni pizza," Bullwinkle was talking on the phone. However, in spite of what he thought, he was actually calling the Frostbite Falls Police Department. "Sir, this is the Frostbite Falls PD. What is your state of emergency?" the telephone operator asked. "Emergency? Is a stolen generator an emergency?" Bullwinkle asked, unsure about whether or not he should have reported it. "We'll be right over!" the operator promised and hung up. "What about my pizza? Oh…" Bullwinkle whined in disappointment. "You're ordering a pizza at a time like this?" Ginger asked as she pulled a pistol from its holster and aimed at Boris. "All this stumbling around in the dark is making me hungry. There are two things a moose needs: faith and food," Bullwinkle tried to reason. "That's the first I've heard of it, and I'm a moose, too," Ginger argued, trying to aim. "Hey! Stop!" Rocky yelled at Boris and got in his way. "Rocky!" Bullwinkle exclaimed as he saw Rocky's silhouette. "We won't let you take the Momonga Diamond! Count on it!" Belinda assured, standing beside Rocky. "Belinda?!" Ginger exclaimed, lowering her gun. "Out of the way!" Boris pulled out two lit sticks of dynamite. "Boris!" Natasha ran towards Boris. "Pick another weapon! Any other weapon! Put them out! Put them out!" "What?!" Boris yelled, unable to hear her over himself. "Put out those boom sticks!" Natasha commanded. "Nobody tells Boris Badenov what to do!" Boris shouted boastfully. KA-BOOM! The villainous villain suddenly found himself high in the air, propelled by the explosion, and never had he felt so low. "I'm way up, but I'm down in the dumps. Now I'm the one who can't catch break." "I told him to put them out," Natasha shook her head. "Well, only one thing to do." She threw down a smoke bomb and started to make her escape in the confusion of the smokescreen. Unfortunately for her, the police had arrived at that exact moment and arrested her accordingly. "Ma'am, do you know anything about a stolen generator?" an officer asked her suspiciously. "Yo-ho…" Natasha sighed in defeat. "Boris is about to have worst landing of his life." "Look out below!" Boris yelled as he saw a small crowd of people. Unfortunately for him, he failed to realize it was the FFPD, waiting for him to land. "Boris, is the fuzz!" Natasha yelled and waved with her bound hands. "Uh-oh!" Boris exclaimed when he heard Natasha. He tried to stop himself from falling, but with no success. The next morning, Mr. Nix wanted to reward the two squirrels and two moose. He asked them, "Would you like to buy something?" "Sure!" Bullwinkle nodded excitedly. "Too bad! It's free of charge!" Mr. Nix told them. "You each can pick one custom-made or already-provided accessory we have to offer." "Thanks, Mr. Nix!" Rocky thanked him graciously. "That's so very kind of you!" Belinda said with sparkling eyes. Rocky found a gold necklace with a squirrel-shaped pendant. That squirrel pendant had a jewel for an eye. Not just any jewel, however. It had the Momonga Diamond. It was so tiny! He tugged Mr. Nix's sleeve and asked, "Is this alright?" "The Flying Squirrel Necklace! Certainly!" Mr. Nix winked and approved. "Thanks!" Rocky's eyes lit up with delight. He scurried over to the brown flying squirrel that he had held so close and dear to his heart. "Belinda, I…I picked this out as my option. For you." "Rocky…" Belinda's eyes sparkled like the eye of the squirrel pendant. She put it on and gratefully kissed him. "Thank you!" "Aww! Hokey smoke! You're welcome!" Rocky said to her, blushing. Ginger was looking around when she saw that Bullwinkle accidentally hogtied himself with a mood bracelet. Rolling her eyes, she took it off his limbs, but in doing so, she had accidentally put it on her own wrist. Bullwinkle chuckled, "My gift to you, huh?" "Sure, sure," Ginger chuckled. "You're a lovable goof, you know." "That's a new way to put it," Bullwinkle realized. "Are we all set?" Mr. Nix asked. "Uh-huh!" Belinda nodded, tears of happiness in her eyes. "Thank you again!" Rocky thanked. "I should be thanking you! You saved my emporium from those robbers! Granted, we need a new generator, but that's okay! Thank you four so much!" Mr. Nix thanked, overjoyed that his beloved jewelry emporium was saved from the clutches of evil. "I think I'm going to enjoy living here," Ginger smiled and said, glancing at Bullwinkle. Well, once again, love is in the air, flourishing. Our heroes have saved the day again. They would normally walk into a sunset, but it's a little too late for that. After an incredible experience, we gain a new friend in Ginger. Peace returns to Frostbite Falls, but only for so long! Tune into the further adventures of Rocky the flying squirrel! End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Humor, Romance	Fanfiction	null	51,609	14,131.5
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle A Moose in Need _This is a one-shot answer to a challenge posted by darkin520 in the RLt_ "Wendy, I need a couple of weeks off." Mooseknuckle hated asking for time off, considering the hectic schedule that everyone else was maintaining. "Weeks! Look M.K., I might be able to spare you for a couple of _days_, but _weeks_ is out of the question." "It's kind of a family emergency. How about one week?" M.K. watched Wendy as her compassion and humanity struggled to subdue the objections of her boss persona. "What's the emergency?" "Do you remember my brother? He's in a lot of trouble, I need to go to Minnesota and straighten him out." "Oh." M.K. could see the surprise flash across the boss's face, "Of course. Take a week. Um..." _And there is the unasked question_, thought M.K., "I mean, you are the face of the organization, and we need you here, but family comes first, of course." "Thank you, Wendy." He reached out and scooped Wendy up in a hug. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The drive to Minnesota was a long one, but air travel was tedious. Every time Mooseknuckle braved an airport he was accosted by his brother's fans. The resemblance wasn't really that strong, but mankind seemed unable to differentiate one antlered mammal from another. Driving was monotonous, but monotony was better than being bombarded with love buckets from somebody else's adoring public. Frostbite Falls hadn't changed much since he'd left. There were the same mom-and-pop shops along main street, and the overbearing billboard featuring his brother's comedy duo was a little the worse for wear, but still there. He turned off into the parking lot of the only hotel in town: Natasha's Hideout. "Velcome to my Hideout, vhere sanctuary is standard." Natasha was still a vixen, though with much gray evident in her black hair. "Oh! M.K.? Is that you? You must be here for your brother, yes?" "Hi, Natasha. Yeah, I'm here to see if I can help him get straight." He set his bag down on the counter and reached back to pull out his wallet. Natasha reached across the counter to place a hand on M.K.'s shoulder. "Your money is not any good here, yes? I have the pervect room for you. You will stay as long as you need to help your brother." "Thanks, Natty. Won't be more than few days." "It is good to be seeing you back in town. It is on the second floor." She was holding out a key attached to a wooden tag labeled 204. No plastic room cards in Frostbite Falls. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX After his meeting with Judge Sherman, M.K. stepped out of the courthouse and made a beeline for Peabody's Pub. He needed a drink before he dealt with his brother face-to-face. The bar was empty, save for a cute, barely-legal-to-work-here, young lady, that was occupied reading a textbook behind the counter. "Whiskey, rocks, double." The bartender looked up then, placed her pen between the pages of her text to mark her place, and jumped up from the stool. "Hello! Welcome to Peabody's. Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you?" M.K., grunted. _Why couldn't she have brought the whiskey before she started with this?_ "It's not me you're thinking of." "No, I know you. I'm Shari." _At least she's pouring the drink, now._ "Mooseknuckle, everyone calls me M.K." "It's nice to meet you, M.K." She said as she placed a double whiskey in front of him on a drink napkin. "Ooh! I know now! I've seen you on ! You're from that review forum." M.K. was in shock. Somebody recognized him for his own work, and not his brother's. He decided that he liked this girl. "Well, yeah. I guess you do know me from somewhere." M.K. couldn't help but smile. "I love what you do. Here's my pen name, if you want to look at some of my stuff sometime and tell me what you think." She handed him a napkin with dreamgrl09 written on it in purple ink. "I will, definitely." He stayed in the bar much longer than he meant to, and drank a few more drinks than he meant to. Meeting a fan of his made up for all of the fans he had ever dealt with who had no idea who he was. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The climb up to his brother's house was kind of a pain in the moosebutt, but he was buzzing just enough not to mind. As he reached the landing, he took a moment to dust himself off and rearrange his clothes. Satisfied that he was presentable, he entered the lion's den. And found his brother exactly where he'd expected to: on the floor. "Bullwinkle, wake up." No response. "BULLWINKLE!" He nudged him with his toe. Nothing. M.K. walked into the kitchen and searched the pile of filth for the cleanest-looking vessel. He returned to the other room and doused his drugged-out brother. Not for the satisfaction of it, he told himself, but because he was worried about Bullwinkle J. Moose. "WHAT THE F-..." Bullwinkle was conscious. Step one, check. "Hi, Bullwinkle." Bullwinkle stared at him for a long moment, as if willing his eyes to focus. "M.K.? What the hell are you doing here?" "It's good to see you too, brother." He could not allow his brother to pull him into an argument. "So, you've come to gloat? Ecstatic that I'm finally a bigger loser than you? Well don't get used to it. I've got a few projects in the works that are gonna put me back on top, bud." "Well, according to Sherman, the only projects you have going are finding your next score, and trying not to alienate the last hooker in town that'll still see you." "Screw off, Mooseknuckle. Go back to your little blog, or whatever, and leave me the hell alone." "I'm going to go back, but first, you need to pack. You're coming with me." The subject had been broached. Step two, check. "Like hell I am. I got better things to do." "Look, I know things have been tough since Rocky died. I would have been here for you through all of it, if you had let me. But now things need to be taken out of your hands. You're a wreck big brother." M.K. sat down on the decrepit cotton sofa, trying not to think of what exactly all the stains and smell were, and looked his brother in the eye, "Whatever you may think, Bullwinkle, you are my brother. I am going to help you the best way that I can." Bullwinkle was trying, unsuccessfully, "You keep your mouth shut about things you don't know nothing about. You don't talk to me about Rocky. And another thi-" Bullwinkle never saw the wooden mallet that knocked him out. Bullwinkle was unconscious. Step three, check. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Hey, thanks Natty for letting me use one of your old mallets. Worked like a charm." Natasha smiled "Better for you than ever for me, yes?" "Yeah, I guess so. I gotta go, he's knocked out in the backseat. They're expecting him at the Betty Ford Clinic, and I want to be well on the way before he wakes up." "Wait, moosenik." Natasha said, making her way around the courtesy desk. As she neared M.K. she pulled his face close to hers and kissed him long, and wet, and hard. "You will be remembering me, yes? It has been lonely since Boris got locked up, come back soon." As M.K. got back into the driver's seat, he was smiling from antler to antler. "Come to think of it, bro," He said to a still unconscious Bullwinkle, "forget the Ford Clinic. I think I'm gonna get in contact with Dr. Drew. _Celebrity Rehab_ may be just the ticket for you." End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Family	Fanfiction	null	7,312	14,635.3
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle 1. Chapter 1 I do not own Rocky and Bullwinkle. I can claim an OC. Please forgive me if there are any severe and blatantly obvious typos and grammatical errors. This first chapter was written on a word processor that has no grammar check, so if I make a mistake, I won't notice it right away. I know that this first chapter is kind of short. However, for a chapter so short, it's life changing for a certain flying squirrel. I like Rocky and Bullwinkle. It would appear that I like shows from before my time. It would also appear that I love shows with cute squirrels as main characters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Chapter 1: Belinda It was just an average day in Frostbite Falls, Minnesota. In a small house for two lived Rocket J. Squirrel and Bullwinkle J. Moose, two longtime best friends and roommates. Rocket, better known by his nickname, Rocky, shouted to Bullwinkle, "Bullwinkle, I'm heading out to the store! I'll be back soon!" "Okay!" Bullwinkle shouted back. Rocky opened the front door and left the house. Closing the door, he leapt into the air and started gliding into the town he loved so much. Just then, a moment that would change Rocky's life forever hit him like a ton of bricks. He collided into something else airborne, and he and the something went down. After regaining his senses, Rocky rubbed his sore head and groaned. A feminine voice apologized, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Rocky looked up into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He was gazing into the eyes of a beautiful female squirrel. She had light brown fur. She wore a pilot's hat and goggles, ones just like the ones Rocky wore, only this hat and these goggles were pink. "N-no, it's fine. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry for crashing into you," Rocky claimed and got up. He was blushing. This female was the most beautiful squirrel that Rocky had ever seen in his life. "By the way, my name is Rocky! What's yours?" "I'm Belinda. Nice to meet you, Rocky," the girl squirrel replied. She shook his hand, or rather his paw, and his blush went from plain old red right to a deep crimson. "N-nice to meet you, too," Rocky managed to stammer. "Belinda is a beautiful name." "Thanks!" Belinda giggled. "Rocky is a pretty cute name, too!" "Thanks," Rocky thanked her. He didn't think his blush could get redder until it did. "It's short for Rocket. Rocket J. Squirrel." "I can see why they call you that. I didn't even see you until we collided," Belinda remarked. "I'm really sorry about that," Rocky apologized again. "So you're a flying squirrel, too?" "Yep," Belinda nodded proudly. Rocky smiled. Belinda seemed so full of energy and life. She acted sweet hearted and was very, _very_ adorable and attractive to the eyes of any other squirrel or squirrel fanatic. "I want to make it up to you. I'll walk you to my house if you want. I think my best friend, Bullwinkle, would like you," Rocky offered. He was somewhat nervous. Was he rushing things? He didn't really know. He never really had feelings for girls before, let alone feelings so…strong. "That's very sweet of you, Rocky. I'd be glad to meet your friend," Belinda smiled. And so, Rocky took her to his humble abode. "Bullwinkle, I'm home! And we have company!" Rocky called out to Bullwinkle and guided Belinda in. "This is a really nice little house," Belinda admired Rocky's home. "Did you go to the store?" Bullwinkle called back to Rocky. "I kind of forgot! I met a new friend on the way there!" Rocky reported. "Please come out and meet her!" Bullwinkle emerged from a closet filled with a fraction of his box top collection. He greeted, "Hello, there. And who might you be?" "My name is Belinda. And I take it that you're Bullwinkle?" Belinda guessed. Bullwinkle knelt down next to Rocky and whispered in his ear, "I think you brought home a mind reader." Rocky smiled at his companion's comment. "You two get along really well, don't you?" Belinda smiled and asked curiously. "Yep. Like two jackhammers in a pod," Bullwinkle answered proudly. Not wanting to respond about Bullwinkle's reply, Belinda said, "Lucky. I don't really have any friends. I live all by myself." "We'll be your friends!" Rocky immediately exclaimed. "That is…if you want us to." He gently took her paw with his and said to her, "I would love to be your friend." "Thanks, Rocky! You're so sweet!" Belinda smiled and kissed his cheek. "I don't mean to leave so soon, but I really should be heading home. See you again sometime?" "Y-yeah. Absolutely!" Rocky nodded excitedly, blushing again. "Great!" Belinda beamed at him and left his home. She closed the door and sighed. Then, she started flying home. Inside the house, Bullwinkle remarked, "I hope I'm not becoming a third antler if you know what I mean." "Hokey smoke," Rocky swooned. He just found his first crush. Will our favorite squirrel ever tell Belinda how he feels? Has Rocky truly found love? Will Bullwinkle become a third wheel? Bullwinkle: I heard that! Will I? Tune in for our next episode, "The Squirrels and the Bees" or "First Date Critters". 2. Chapter 2 Chapter 2: The Squirrels and the Bees or First Date Critters We last left our heroes in their home; one love struck squirrel and one box top hoarding moose. Rocket J. Squirrel had just said goodbye to the most beautiful squirrel he had ever seen, a brown flying squirrel named Belinda. It may have been love at first sight for everyone's favorite plucky squirrel. Rocky asked his dear pal, Bullwinkle, "Hey, Bullwinkle, what do girls like? Would a walk in the park be a good date?" "Date? Sure! Wait, are we talking about the time of year or the fruit?" Bullwinkle asked, but Rocky was already planning, hoping to impress his new female friend like she had never been impressed before. He remembered her saying that she didn't have friends, so a boyfriend must have been out of the question. Until, that is, Rocky would sweep her off her feet. The next day, Rocky was flying all over town, looking for Belinda. When he finally found her, he had nearly collided with her. However, in the nick of time, he twisted away and pulled back around. He called out to her, "Belinda! Hey, Belinda!" "Rocky? Hey!" Belinda greeted and they both landed. "L-listen, B-Belinda," Rocky stammered, "I was wondering if you wanted to…t-to hang out?" "Like a date? Sure! I'd love that!" Belinda nodded eagerly. "What did you have in mind for a good first date?" "Well, I thought we could go for a walk in the park. We could go for a glide in the park if you'd rather," Rocky offered. "A walk in the park is fine," Belinda claimed. Rocky found his courage and gently took her paw. They strolled to the park together. After entering the local park, they walked on the walking path that went through and all around the park. "This is nice, Rocky. You sure know how to have a romantic afternoon." "I-I do?" Rocky asked. He blushed and smiled. "Yeah," Belinda nodded. She looked at Rocky. She found his smile adorable. She smiled back, but there was a dreadful feeling of guilt in her heart. She was genuinely happy around Rocky. Rocky treated her like a queen as best he could. In the park, he treated her to a hotdog lunch _and_ to ice cream. Rocky got strawberry for Belinda and rocky road (ironic, yet fitting) for himself. Sitting on the edge of a fountain, eating their ice cream, they did not realize that their tails were touching. When they finally noticed, they both blushed. Belinda, surprising herself, was starting to fall for Rocky. He was so cute. He was smart. He was kindhearted. He was plucky. He had a very fluffy tail. He loved Frostbite Falls and seemed to know the town better than even the mayor at times. He was very resourceful. She learned more about him as he told her many of the amazing stories of the adventures of him and Bullwinkle. "Wow, Rocky! You and Bullwinkle have gone through so much together!" Belinda admired. "I don't really have any stories, let alone stories like that. Just…wow! Those adventures are so inspiring!" "Do you really think so?" Rocky asked her. "Absolutely!" Belinda answered honestly and enthusiastically. "Do you like the ice cream?" Rocky asked. "Yeah! It's very good. Thanks, Rocky. You're like this ice cream; very sweet," Belinda remarked. Rocky's sweetness only made her acknowledge the guilt in her heart. She did not want to go through with what she was hired to do. Not anymore. She needed money, but suddenly, money didn't even matter. Only Rocky mattered to her. They stayed in the park until dusk. Then, Rocky, being such a gentleman of a squirrel, escorted her home. Belinda kissed his cheek and wished him a safe trip home. Then, she closed her front door. Two shadowy figures stood in her living room. One was the figure of a short, stout man. The other was a tall, slender woman. They both had Pottsylvanian accents. The man asked, "You failed to bring squirrel to us?" "I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry, but he's not a target to me anymore. He's so sweet. He's so gentle. He has the most adorable smile. He's the most graceful and most skillful flying squirrel I know. I can't go through with this. I just can't," Belinda confessed to them with tears in her eyes. "Then we keel you," the woman simply said. Belinda was ready to cry, but she held in her tears. If she cried in front of the spies who hired her, it would only satisfy them. Belinda knew she had to stay strong, but what could she do? She didn't like any of her options. In fact, she hated them. The way she saw it, she was given three options. She could capture Rocky for her employers, kill Rocky, or die. She couldn't betray Rocky, but she did not want to die. She did not want any harm to come to Rocky. Finally, considering her options broke her down. She burst into tears and curled up on her floor. The Pottsylvanians let out amused chuckles and left. Meanwhile, Rocky came back home. He walked into his own house, nearly tripping over his own two feet repeatedly. Bullwinkle, clipping coupons from a newspaper, asked, "Hey, Rock. How was your date?" "Hokey smoke, it was amazing!" Rocky swooned. "We talked and ate ice cream by the fountain in the park. At one point, our tails were touching! That Belinda is an amazing girl! I really, really like her!" "You two sure are a cute couple," Bullwinkle chuckled. "Do you ever hope to find someone, Bullwinkle?" Rocky asked curiously. "Actually, my main hope is that they will one day make an automobile with a roof that I can fit in," Bullwinkle informed his plucky, squirrelly friend. "Or maybe a Pottsylvania creeper." "Not another one!" Rocky begged. 3. Chapter 3 So here is chapter three, and Rocky finds out Belinda's big secret. Well, I don't have much else to say, so enjoy! Chapter 3: Please Pass the Truth or Betrayal a la Mode So, another couple of days passed and our favorite plucky squirrel only had one thought on his mind. He thought of Belinda, that foxy female squirrel he had met mere days ago. Rocky's determination to impress and woo Belinda never wavered. He wanted to make her his. Perhaps he would have second thoughts if he knew who she was hired by. Why, it was none other than those Pottsylvanian spies, Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. "Hey, narrator, don't spoil big surprise!" Boris yelled. Rocky was getting ready for a big dinner date he had that night. He asked his pal, Bullwinkle, "Hey, Bullwinkle, should I wear a bowtie or a classic tie?" "Whichever. In the end, it's your personality that matters, and you, my friend, are all personality," Bullwinkle assured. He winked at his squirrely friend. Rocky's eyes lit up. "Oh, thank you, Bullwinkle! That means so much!" Rocky exclaimed and hugged his dear pal. "Do you really think Belinda likes me?" "Sure! What's not to like! You're the brains of the outfit. Making me the executive!" Bullwinkle exclaimed in reassurance. Rocky found Bullwinkle's comforting words very helpful in boosting his confidence. "Thanks, Bullwinkle! I should get going," Rocky thanked his friend one more time. He ran towards Bullwinkle, yelling, "Alley…" "…Oop!" Bullwinkle caught Rocky and hurled him into the air like a football. Rocky went flying towards Belinda's house. When he had it in his sights, he smiled and dived down. Landing gracefully on his feet, Rocky gave two knocks to Belinda's door before she opened it. "Hey, Rocky!" she smiled at him and greeted. Behind that smile was a shadow of guilt in her heart. Belinda had been asked to do something horrible: betray the squirrel she had a huge crush on. How could she do it? At first, it was because she desperately needed the money, but once she fell for Rocket J. Squirrel, that was the end of it. Unfortunately, if she didn't do it, Boris and Natasha were sure to blow her brains out. She had to choose between life and love? Oh, how low could those two spies go? They had done some nasty things before, but this had to be an all time low. "Shall we, milady?" Rocky held his arm out to Belinda. Smiling, she took it. Rocky was so sweet. He was very smart, too. Hopefully, if Boris and Natasha got to him before Belinda could figure out what to do, he would find a way out of it. Of course, he would probably hate her for the rest of his life. For now, that mattered not. What mattered was trying to have a good time with Rocky. When they were seated at the restaurant, they got to talking. They talked and talked so much, it seemed like almost no time went by between when they ordered and when their food arrived. Belinda laughed, "I've heard of Captain Peachfuzz. Is his sense of direction really that bad?" "What sense of direction?" Rocky asked humorously. They both laughed hard. They were laughing so hard it almost stopped their breathing. "Rocket J. Squirrel, you are a card!" Belinda giggled and sighed dreamily. "Thank you," Rocky blushed and smiled at his date. "It's true," Belinda remarked. "Excuse me," their waitress interrupted. Belinda glanced at the waitress in horror, for it was really Natasha Fatale in disguise. "You seem familiar. Have I met you before?" Rocky asked the waitress curiously. "I know I've heard that voice somewhere before." "Maybe in another lifetime, darling," the "waitress" answered, her Pottsylvanian accent laying heavy on the word "darling", almost eliminating the 'r' sound. "Maybe…" Rocky complied, still unconvinced. "We have ice cream or inedible licorice as dessert specials," the "waitress" announced and tied Rocky up with a red painted rope. "Hey! What are you doing?! Let me go!" Rocky struggled to no avail. Natasha took of her disguise and held a gun to Rocky's head. Belinda screamed, "No! You said you wouldn't hurt him!" "We bad guys. You expect us to be honest," Boris Badenov walked in. "Thank you, girl squirrel, for your assistance. We could never have done it without you." "Belinda…?" Rocky stared at his crush in disbelief. He could not fathom Belinda wanting to hurt him. Tears hung in the hurt, heartbroken squirrel's eyes. "It's not true, Rocky!" Belinda insisted, tears running down her face. "Oh, but it is!" Boris cackled. "Girly squirrel helped us by bringing down your guard, so we may swoop in and capture you!" "And keel you!" Natasha added. "How…how could you?" Rocky asked her, the first of his many tears falling. "I trusted you! I _loved_ you!" "Rocky!" Belinda sobbed. She was so ashamed of herself. He just told her that he loved her. How could he love her after only a few days of seeing her? Had it been love at first sight? No, it must have been a crush at first sight that built up to love. But love? Maybe that was where Belinda's intense guilt came from. Maybe she had fallen for Rocky in the same way he fell for her. She wept, "Please, don't take him away!" "Here," Boris handed her a slip of paper. It was a check for a massive amount of money. "Fearless Leader says is small price to pay for victory." And just like that—no, not that. _That_—Boris and Natasha dragged Rocky away. Rocky was staring back at Belinda, his eyes full of hurt. When Rocky was out of the restaurant and out of sight, Belinda collapsed onto the floor, crying. She was sobbing. She was wailing. She glared angrily at the check Boris had given her. She wanted to rip it to shreds. However, she did not have the heart to do so. Instead, she began formulating a plan. Fortunately, Boris and Natasha had revealed to her where their hideout was. Now all she needed was… Belinda went across town to Rocky and Bullwinkle's house, desperate for help. She knocked crazily on the door, "BULLWINKLE! BULLWINKLE, PLEASE! OPEN UP! I NEED YOU!" "Don't shoot! It wasn't me! I swear!" Bullwinkle's voice claimed cowardly from the other side of the door. "It's not the police! It's Belinda!" Belinda informed him. "I need your help. I don't expect it, though…" "Hmm?" Bullwinkle opened the door a crack to see that it was Belinda and she was in absolute tears. He asked her, "What's the matter? Where is Rocky?" Will Bullwinkle agree to help Belinda after hearing what she has to say? Will they save Rocky in time? Will Rocky ever forgive Belinda? Find out in the next part of our adventure, "Rocky Love" or "This is a Squirrel-Up". 4. Chapter 4 Chapter 4: Rocky Love or This is a Squirrel-Up When we last left our heroes, Rocky learned of Belinda's betrayal and was heartbroken. The once-plucky squirrel was taken away by Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. Now, with his heart smashed and his freedom gone, Rocky was gloomy and silent. He was being dragged along quietly. The spark of life in his eyes had died out, and the rest of him envied that spark. Natasha whispered to her partner, "Boris, something is wrong. Squirrel hasn't spoken or resisted us even a little." "He knows when he has been outmatched, Natasha. He's not total nincompoop," Boris chuckled evilly. "Hey, squirrel, you excited to die?" "Yes," Rocky answered flatly. Unfortunately, it was true. "What?!" Boris and Natasha gasped at the squirrel's answer. They were quite unhappy to hear this. After all, what fun was killing someone who had no will to live? They took him to their hideout where Fearless Leader already happened to be. "I see you have brought me the squirrel, Badenov. Good job," Fearless Leader said to Boris with slight admiration. "Thank you, Fearless Leader," Boris thanked his superior. "However, there is one small problem with the squirrel." "Problem? You let him get away again?!" Fearless Leader demanded furiously. Boris and Natasha recoiled in absolute and total fright. Boris shook his head frantically. "N-no, Fearless Leader! Quite the opposite! He came along quietly!" Boris reported nervously. "Not a peep came out of him!" "Not a peep? Not a cry for help? Not a scream of terror?" Fearless Leader asked curiously. He found such a thing very unusual. "No! Nothing!" Boris answered. "I see…how strange," Fearless Leader had a look on his scarred face, as if he had been contemplating the situation very thoroughly for the past five seconds. "We ruined love for him!" Natasha panicked. "He may never recover unless we find a way to make him happy!" "Make squirrel happy?!" Boris and Fearless Leader repeated in shock. "Oh, I feel something strange," Natasha groaned. That strange new feeling was the feeling of guilt. She and Boris had lied, cheated, stolen, and countless other rotten things before, but they had never ruined love and broken someone's heart before. Therefore, they had never felt the guilt that rigging heartbreak could cause. "I feel it, too. Make it stop!" Boris begged. "Stop babbling nonsense and make that squirrel want to live so we can keel him!" Fearless Leader barked at them. Boris and Natasha saluted with nervous smiles and went to make Rocky feel better. "Hey, squirrel," Boris tried getting Rocky's attention with forced enthusiasm. He started making funny faces at Rocky, but Rocky's frown refused to turn upside down. It was apparent that Rocky's heartbreak was very, very serious. "Are you going to kill me?" Rocky asked flatly. "I don't have the will to live anyways, and those faces aren't giving me any reason to stay." It was amazing how easily and quickly he went from incredibly happy to unbelievably miserable. "This is going to be harder than I thought. Those were my best faces," Boris sighed in exasperation. "Any ideas, Natasha?" "We treat him to dinner?" Natasha suggested. "That's it! A feast will be held in squirrel's honor!" Fearless Leader immediately decided. He had his finest chefs prepare the finest cuisines in the finest manner and untied Rocky's bindings. Then, he seated the gloomy squirrel at a large table where all the food was laid out. Then, Fearless Leader, Boris, and Natasha all took their seats. When he saw that Rocky just stared blankly at his food, Boris urged, "Eat up, squirrel! Eat! We insist! Is not poisoned!" Of course, Boris had forgotten that Rocky had lost the will to live, so telling him that further discouraged him eating the food. Rocky still sat there, not making a sound and not touching his food. "Are you going to finish that?" Fearless Leader pointed to Rocky's plate and asked. Rocky silently shook his head and Fearless Leader took his plate, devouring what was on it. "What? Being a fearless leader like me, Fearless Leader, takes up a lot of energy. I need to keep up strength in order to rule spy agency!" That was a very fair point. "You look tired, squirrel. I take you to finest bed in the hideout," Natasha told Rocky and guided him to a bed. It was an average bed, so Rocky figured that the check that Belinda was given took a lot out of some sort of foreign operation budget. Belinda… Meanwhile, Belinda had just finished explaining her position in all of this to Bullwinkle. She sobbed, "I didn't know who else to turn to! I need him, Bullwinkle! They can have their stupid money back! I don't want it! I want my Rocky! Please, help me save him! I'm begging you!" "…Of course I'll help you, Belinda. Rocky is my pal, after all," Bullwinkle agreed to help Belinda save Rocky. "You need to rest. You can sleep in Rocky's bed if you want." Belinda simply cried harder. "Or on the couch? Gee, I never thought she'd be so touchy." "Thank you, Bullwinkle. You're too kind," Belinda sniffled. "I'm sorry," Bullwinkle apologized for being too kind and gave the female squirrel a blanket. Belinda graciously took the blanket and lied down on the couch. She hugged her tail and cried herself to sleep. Meanwhile, back at the hideout, Rocky was in the bed he had been supplied. He, too, was hugging his tail and weeping himself to sleep. Natasha whispered to Boris, "Boris, I feel so…what's the word?" "Forget what that feeling is called. We have job to do," Boris urged Natasha. He was also feeling the guilt. He also did not know guilt's name. "I know, but look at him! He's crying into that large, fluffy tail he has," Natasha pointed out. "It breaks hole where my heart should be." "Mine, too," Boris sighed and admitted. And so, the next morning came around. Belinda had gotten Bullwinkle up extra early and took him to the Pottsylvanian hideout. They crept on a hill, waiting for the right time to strike. Belinda asked, "You remember the plan, right?" "Uh…" Bullwinkle hesitated. "Alright," Belinda sighed in exasperation. "You are going to throw me into the air. I swoop down at the door as fast as I can, building up velocity and momentum. I'm going to use that gained force to break the door in. Then, we'll save Rocky and haul tail out of there." "Oh, uh, uh, right," Bullwinkle nodded, hopefully understanding. "Okay. Here goes everything. Alley…!" Belinda charged towards Bullwinkle, getting ready to launch. "…Oop!" Bullwinkle picked Belinda up and hurled her like a football with all of his mighty might. The brown streak that was Belinda did a loop before diving down at the door with full force. As she had hoped, when she made impact with the door, it collapsed. "Release Rocket J. Squirrel!" Belinda ordered. She held out the check she was given and ripped it in half. "Keep your money." She saw Rocky tied to a chair. She saw that the spark of life was absent from his eyes. "What did you do to him?!" "Nothing," Boris informed her. "This was your doing." Belinda gasped in horror, for she realized it was the truth. "Eliminate the girl squirrel," Fearless Leader ordered. Guards suddenly surrounded the female rodent by the dozen. Their guns were pointed at her head. Is this the end of Belinda and the rescue? Will Rocky ever be freed? Will he ever get the will to live again? Find out in our next adventure, "Romance is for the Rodents" or "May I Have this Shootout?". 5. Chapter 5 Here's chapter five. Can Belinda get through to Rocky? Or will the guards get to her before she can get through to him? Let's find out. Enjoy! Chapter 5: Romance is for the Rodents or May I have this Shootout Well, we last left our heroes in a tricky situation with a slim chance of survival. Rocky had lost the will to live after being betrayed by Belinda. Belinda decided that she could not live without Rocky. Bullwinkle helped Belinda find Rocky while Boris and Natasha tried desperately to make Rocky happy so he would be willing to live when they killed him. "I helped with Rocky, too!" Fearless Leader growled, clearly irritated about not being mentioned in the recap. He barked at his guards, "Fire, fire, fire!" The guards' trigger fingers were swift, but Belinda was swifter. She jumped out of the way of the bullets, stole one guard's gun, and shot holes in the ceiling. The ceiling fell on the unsuspecting Pottsylvanian guards and Belinda tossed the gun aside. "I've got to get to Rocky!" Belinda reminded herself and went for Rocky. "Don't let her get too close! She's going to untie him!" Fearless Leader ordered. Boris and Natasha jumped at Belinda from either side, but she rolled forwards, allowing the two spies to collide face-to-face. Belinda stuck her tongue out at the two spies, but Fearless Leader grabbed her and pointed a gun to her head. "I'm coming, Be—oof!" Bullwinkle ran in, but hit his head on a low-hanging light that hung of the part of the ceiling that was still intact. "Rocky…" Belinda spoke softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Rocky. This is all my fault. My fault and mine alone. I never should have deceived you. You deserve better than this; better than me! You're a plucky, patriotic hero, Rocket J. Squirrel. To Bullwinkle, to Frostbite Falls, to America, and to me. You're never afraid to do what's right. Everyone loves you. Everyone should love you. You're an idol to me and you are an idol to many other people. You've helped moon men get home, you flew a mountain, you've fought mechanical mice, and you've done so many other fun, bizarre things that most people only dream of. You and Bullwinkle are the closest I have ever seen two friends. The adventures can't stop here, Rocky." "It doesn't matter what mushy things you speak. Squirrel doesn't want to live," Fearless Leader sneered. "Is true. Is your fault. Live with it for the rest of your life. About thirty more seconds. I'm feeling surprisingly merciful." "Let go of me, you foreign spymaster creep!" Belinda screamed and bit down hard on Fearless Leader's arm. "I hate you for what you made me do to Rocky!" She kicked Fearless Leader in the shin. "The only thing he ever did to cross you was help America!" She tripped him. "You're a cold, heartless, conniving scoundrel who deserves to get hit by a bus!" "Flattery will get you nowhere," Fearless Leader stood up straight, despite the pain in his shin. "And you are a traitorous little girl who chose money over love." "Shut up! I don't care about the money anymore! I'd go bankrupt if it meant getting through to Rocky!" Belinda sobbed. "He is everything a girl squirrel could ever want and I have to make things right!" "I cannot allow that," Fearless Leader pointed his pistol at the foxy young female squirrel. A glove caught Fearless Leader's wrist and in a moment, Belinda was watching Bullwinkle and Fearless Leader do what was either wrestling or the tango. Quick thinking, Bullwinkle. "Thank you, narrator. They say I'm showing improvement," Bullwinkle announced. "And now a word from our sponsor." But it's not the end of the episode! Belinda launched herself and Rocky. She whimpered and sniffled and cried and hugged him. When she finally calmed down enough to speak, she informed him, "Rocky, when we met, I didn't know much about you, but I've heard about you. You're the most beloved citizen of Frostbite Falls. Your name was and is a household name." "…" Rocky remained silent. "He has the right, you know," Bullwinkle pointed out. "I love it when you say 'hokey smoke'. You have the cutest smile. I cried myself to sleep the night you were captured. I'm so sorry. I'd give anything to see that smile or hear 'hokey smoke' again. You're the smartest squirrel I have ever met. When it comes to gliding and flying, I don't know anyone better than you, you supersonic speedster. You'll probably never forgive me," Belinda kept talking to Rocky. "…" Still only an unsettling silence came from Rocky. The poor once-plucky squirrel seemed so melancholy. The silence was suspenseful torture. What was Rocky thinking? Everyone wanted to know the answer to that question. "I think he's gone into hibernation early," Bullwinkle guessed in a most clueless-sounding way. "I'll put him into a permanent hibernation!" Fearless Leader shouted. "Don't you know not to keep promises you can't keep?" Bullwinkle asked Fearless Leader. The man and the moose continued to struggle. "In spite of the circumstances, I don't regret meeting you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me," Belinda confessed to Rocky. Then, in the heat of the moment, unsure if it would be their last, Belinda leaned forward. Her face was getting close to Rocky's. Their lips passionately made contact. Belinda held the kiss for about ten seconds before she broke away. Rocky's gray-furred face turned red. With a love struck smile, he oozed, "Hokey smoke!" "ROCKY!" Belinda cried happily and hugged Rocky as tightly as she possibly could. "Did you really mean everything you said?" Rocky asked Belinda. "Yes. Yes, every word. Every single word right down to the letter," Belinda nodded and sniffled. "I'm so sorry!" "Don't be. I'm glad we met, too. I have no regrets," Rocky smiled. "Now…could you please untie me?" "Oh, right. Sure," Belinda regained her composure and untied him from the chair. The moment he could move his arms, Rocky hugged her. She hugged him back. "Aww! That's the cutest thing this moose has ever seen. And I've seen a lot," Bullwinkle cooed and commented. "My grandma loves love stories like this. Why don't we visit her one weekend?" "Sure! It's been a while since I've seen your grandma," Rocky nodded. "Could Belinda come, too, if she wanted?" "Sure! There's always room for one more!" Bullwinkle exclaimed. "I'd really like that. Thanks, you guys," Belinda smiled and another happy tear escaped her eye. With that, the threesome left the bewildered Pottsylvanians. "What…just happened?" Fearless Leader asked, quizzical, bewildered, and downright stumped. "I am not sure, Fearless Leader," Boris shrugged. "Oh, my head…" Natasha groaned. Will the spies ever figure out what just happened? How will dinner with Bullwinkle's grandmother go? Tune in next time for "A Tail of Two Squirrels" or "To Grandma's House We Go". 6. Chapter 6 Just a heads-up. This is the last chapter, and a very romantic one. I hope. Enjoy! Chapter 6: A Tail of Two Squirrels or To Grandma's House We Go When we last left our heroes, Belinda and Bullwinkle had busted down the door to the spies' hideout to save Rocky. Rocky hadn't the will to live, and Fearless Leader ordered his men to shoot Belinda dead. Luckily, our girl Belinda was swift and graceful in dodging every bullet and even knocking out some of the guards. "It was kind of fun, actually," Belinda remarked. Belinda had given Rocky a kiss on the lips and our plucky all-American hero got the spark of life back. With the Pottsylvanians confused, our heroes escaped, making plans to meet with Bullwinkle's grandmother. "I wonder how the dear old moose is doing. She adored you, Rock," Bullwinkle recalled. "My cheeks ache just thinking about it…" Rocky sighed. He had an arm wrapped around Belinda, and their tails were entwined, creating a furry, spiraled mix of brown and gray. "I'm kind of excited! You guys would really bring me along?" Belinda asked, making sure that Rocky and Bullwinkle were not joking when they said they would include her. "Absolutely!" Rocky nodded excitedly. "Of course!" Bullwinkle agreed. "Thank you," Belinda smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll call her when we get home," Bullwinkle decided. "Now what was her phone number again…?" "Home…" Belinda said softly. She suddenly remembered that without the payment of the check that Boris and Natasha supplied her with, she could no longer afford to keep her house. "I'll have to move…" "No!" Rocky suddenly grabbed Belinda's paw and held it as tight as he could. "I can't lose you! We'll figure something out! Belinda, please, I can't let you move. I can't let you go." "Rocky…" Belinda whispered with a tear trickling down her furry cheek. "If only Belinda had a roommate," Bullwinkle thought aloud. "That's it! Bullwinkle, you're a genius!" Rocky gasped in realization. "No, I'm Bullwinkle," Bullwinkle corrected his little pal. "Uh, what's it, Rock?" "You said 'if only Belinda had a roommate', so my plan is obvious!" Rocky exclaimed happily, giddy about his idea. "Besides obvious, what is it?" Bullwinkle asked. "Obvious isn't much to go on, you know." "Rocky…" Belinda sighed, assuming she was catching onto Rocky's idea, "Frostbite Falls has a super small population, and everyone else already has a home. Where am I going to find a roommate?" "You're walking with two roommates right now!" Rocky exclaimed. At first, Belinda and Bullwinkle were caught off guard. Then, they both cracked a smile. "I'm okay with it," Bullwinkle approved. "You'd…let me move in with you…?" Belinda asked carefully. She lunged at Rocky with a hug and wept tears of joy. "Thanks, Rocky! You're a true boyfriend and a real hero!" Rocky swooned at hearing Belinda say the word 'boyfriend'. "Anything for you," Rocky blushed and hugged her. Later, Rocky, Bullwinkle, and Belinda were at Belinda's house, hauling some things into a moving truck. Belinda was only taking a few things, so they got a small moving truck. Anything else would be sold at a garage sale. Bullwinkle asked Belinda, "Can we take this coffee table?" "Sure, I guess," Belinda smiled and shrugged. Once they got everything onto the truck, they took it back to Rocky and Bullwinkle's house. Rocky took it upon himself to get Belinda situated in the guest room—her new bedroom. He even painted the walls. It was clear as day how much he cared about her and wanted her to stay. "Rocky…wow! This room looks amazing!" "Just like you," Rocky smiled, kissed Belinda on the cheek, and left for the bathroom to wash up. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Bullwinkle was using his grandmother's fudge cake recipe to make a fudge cake to bring to his grandmother. However, he lacked moose berries so he had no other choice but to leave those out. "Grandma always loved fudge," Bullwinkle reminisced. "I'm making this with love. And a lot of sugar. Mostly sugar." A few days later, Bullwinkle took his two squirrely friends to his grandmother's house. He brought the cake with him. Rocky knocked on the door. An old female moose opened the door. The old moose gasped with delight, "Oh, hello, Bullwinkle, dear! Hello, Rocky, honey!" She gave them each a kiss on the cheek, and then she started to eye Belinda. "And who do we have here?" "This is Belinda!" Rocky introduced Belinda to Bullwinkle's grandma. "She's our new roommate and Rocky's new girlfriend," Bullwinkle informed his grandmother. "Ah, what a pretty little thing you are," Grandma Moose commented and gave Belinda a kiss on the cheek. "I brought you a cake, Grandma," Bullwinkle announced. "Aw, sweetie, you shouldn't have," Grandma Moose told her grandson sweetly. "No, I really mean you shouldn't have. I baked a pumpkin pie for the occasion earlier." She then showed them a pumpkin pie. "My grandma sure knows how to bake," Bullwinkle muttered to Belinda. "She's very good at it!" Rocky added. Soon, they were seated at a table, eating dinner. Grandma Moose had prepared a big meal. After the big meal of various foods, they got to dessert. Grandma Moose asked Belinda, "Would you like to cut the pie, dear?" "Uh, um, yes, please," Belinda nodded and was handed a pie cutter. Her paw was shaky. She couldn't believe she was actually nervous about cutting a pie. Just then, Rocky's paws were atop her own. "We'll cut it together if you want," Rocky offered. Belinda nodded and the two squirrels carefully guided the pie cutter, cutting the delectable pumpkin pie into perfect eighths. That meant two slices for everyone. Of course, since Grandma Moose only had three dessert plates, Rocky and Belinda shared a plate, which was almost as romantic as sharing a slice of pie. The two squirrels looked so cute together in the eyes of the two moose. "It's very good pie, Mrs. Moose," Rocky commented politely. In truth, it was phenomenal pie. Belinda, upon tasting the pie, felt like her taste buds were on a nice autumn vacation at a pumpkin patch. It was a sensational pie. She felt so lucky to have met Rocket J. Squirrel. Her life became instantly better when she fell for him. "Thank you, dear," Mrs. Moose thanked Rocky for the compliment and winked at the audience (which consists of those of you who are reading this). Well, Rocky fell in love, was betrayed and kidnapped, lost the will to live, had his first kiss, regained the will to live, shared his home with his dream girl, and had some exquisite pie. And thus concludes another adventure. Tune in next time for more adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (and maybe also Belinda). The end Rocky: Hokey smoke! Thank you so much for reading! Belinda: It means a lot! We would also like to thank the user, TheGreatSakura, for giving me a name when Pokémon Ranger-Trainer had nothing. I thought of Appalachia, but I pictured Bullwinkle in my head, complaining "that's hard to spell". Thanks for reading, everyone. Bullwinkle: Rocky just said that. End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Humor, Romance	Fanfiction	null	38,804	13,499.8
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle 1. Chapter 1 This fic is rated PG for violence. Disclaimer: Rocky and Bullwinkle are owned by Jay Ward. In this story, the voice of the Narrator is represented by _bold italic text_. *_ * * When we last left our heroes, they had just saved Earth from the invasion of the moon people. Gidney and Cloyd, no longer able to go home to the moon, wandered off to Hollywood in hopes of reviving their show business career. The experimental android Wunderkind had returned to its creators at Florence Liverwurst National Laboratory. Our heroes, learning that their old friend Mr. Peabody is now working as a government scientist, have gone to visit him at his laboratory in Santa Clausa, California._ Rocky and Bullwinkle are standing in front of the entrance to a futuristic building. The whitewashed metal door is covered with electronic devices, including a keypad and a handprint recognizer. "Gee, Rock," says Bullwinkle, "how're we gonna get through all this security?" "You could try knocking," suggests his squirrel pal. Bullwinkle raps on the door three times, and it slides open vertically. The moose and squirrel are greeted by Mr. Peabody's pet boy, Sherman. "Bullwinkle! Rocky!" he greets them excitedly. "I haven't seen you two in ages! Come in!" Rocky and Bullwinkle follow Sherman into the laboratory. The large room is filled with all sorts of inventions and devices. The familiar Waybac Machine sits in a corner gathering dust, and a similar but more modern device stands next to it. Mr. Peabody is hunched over a table, wearing a visor and tinkering with some electronic circuits. He pushes up his visor when he sees the visitors enter. "Welcome, gentlemen," says the canine genius. "Bullwinkle, please be careful with your antlers." "Uh, why?" The moose glances about as if expecting to see something hazardous, and his antler breaks the head off a ceiling-mounted sprinkler. Within moments, water is spraying all over Rocky, Bullwinkle, and several inventions. "Oh, dear," mutters Peabody. "Shut off the water, will you, Sherman?" "Okay, Mr. Peabody," says his boy, who quickly pulls a switch on the wall, stopping the flow of water from the sprinkler system. "Gosh, I hope we didn't ruin anything, Mr. Peabody," says Rocky apologetically. "Yeah," says Bullwinkle, who then shakes himself vigorously, sending water droplets flying all over the laboratory. Peabody wipes the drops of water from his glasses. "Not to worry. Those devices are merely failed prototypes." "Prototypes of what?" asks Rocky. "I'll let Sherman field that question," says Peabody. "I've invented a revolutionary new device called the Dublinator," Sherman announces proudly. "You invented something, Sherman?" says Rocky in surprise. "I have a Ph.D. in quantum physics," Sherman points out. "It's been more than forty years since I was drawn, you know." "You haven't aged a day," marvels Bullwinkle. "Neither have we, Bullwinkle," Rocky reminds his moose buddy. "We're cartoon characters." Sherman and Peabody lead Bullwinkle and Rocky to a machine that consists of a pair of tall glass booths attached to a computerized control panel. "This is the Dublinator," Sherman explains. It can make an exact duplicate of any person." "That's amazing!" says Rocky. "Does it work?" asks Bullwinkle. "We're still testing it," replies Peabody. "The prototypes made duplicates who either melted or blew up, but this version shows promise. I've remained stable for over a week already." As Rocky and Bullwinkle shoot confused looks at Mr. Peabody, another white dog with glasses appears through a side door. "I am the real Mr. Peabody," the dog identifies himself. "And I am a duplicate," says the first Peabody. "Not only do I exactly resemble the original, but I possess all of his knowledge and faculties as well." Rocky and Bullwinkle watch in stupefied wonderment as the two Peabodies come together and shake hands. "Hokey smoke!" exclaims Rocky. "I don't believe my eyes!" "What are you gonna do with it, Mr., uh..." Bullwinkle looks back and forth, unable to tell which Peabody is real. "The Dublinator will eliminate the most basic, fundamental threat to the survival of humanity," proclaims the Peabody clone. "Reality TV?" asks Rocky. "I wish," says the real Peabody. "My clone is referring to the ignorance and lack of productivity resulting from improper schooling. No longer will we have to pump billions of dollars into a failing education system." "Correction," says the Peabody clone. "Those billions of dollars are being spent on the military. That's why the education system is failing." "Right," says the real Peabody, looking somewhat embarrassed. The Peabody clone continued the explanation. "What he's trying to say is, instead of having children and putting them through years of schooling, you can simply create a copy of yourself that has all of your knowledge." "Can I try it?" asks Bullwinkle. "Certainly," says the real Peabody. "Just step into the booth on the left, and be careful with the antlers." Bullwinkle cautiously steps into the glass booth on the left side of the device. "Do you think you can handle the controls this time, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asks his colleague. "I...think so," says the real Peabody as he closes the glass door to seal Bullwinkle inside. "Here goes nothing," says the Peabody clone. "Or rather, double or nothing." The real Peabody twists a dial on the control panel, and the Dublinator begins to vibrate and hum. "Whoooaaa...I feel funny..." says Bullwinkle. A foggy shape starts to appear in the glass booth on the right; its outline is similar to Bullwinkle's. Then something goes wrong... "Wait, this can't be right," says the real Peabody as he examines one of the gauges. Sherman takes a look and gasps. "Omigosh! The photonic charge density is outside of the safety threshold! Shut it down, quickly!" The cloudy object in the right booth turns dark brown and becomes more detailed. "Too late!" exclaims the real Peabody. "It's forming!" "Imbecile!" the Peabody clone complains. "You should have let me do it!" "We've never duplicated anything as big as Bullwinkle before," reflects Sherman as an exact copy of Bullwinkle appears in the right booth. _What have Sherman and the two Mr. Peabodies created? Find out in our next exciting episode, "Deuce Moose", or, "I Think I'm a Clone Now"!_ 2. Chapter 2 _When we last left our heroes, Sherman's new invention, the Dublinator, had created an exact copy of Bullwinkle!_ The two Peabodies open the glass doors, allowing the confused Bullwinkle and his equally confused duplicate to step out of the booths. The two moose gaze at each other in wonder. "It's like looking in a mirror," the real Bullwinkle remarks. "A mirror that adds fifty pounds!" "Idiot!" says the Bullwinkle clone sharply. "I weigh exactly as much as you do!" "Well, I hide it better," boasts the real Bullwinkle. "They look alike," remarks Sherman, "but something's different about them. I can't quite put my finger on it." "Put your finger on this, brat!" says the Bullwinkle clone, sticking his rear end at the boy. "Hey, that wasn't nice!" complains Rocky. "Neither was this!" says the Bullwinkle clone. Lowering his head, he charges at the Dublinator machine, knocking it over. The glass booths shatter, and the control panel starts to let off sparks. "Stop!" orders the real Peabody. "That device cost millions of dollars in taxpayer money to construct!" "Who do I look like, the Secretary of the Treasury?" says the Bullwinkle clone as he starts to run about the lab, waving his antlers about and knocking over everything in sight. "Stop what you're doing!" commands the Peabody clone. "You're destroying everything!" While the real Bullwinkle, Rocky, the two Peabodies, and Sherman chase him, the Bullwinkle clone becomes curious about a fancy-looking device that resembles a shoulder-mounted rifle with a glass lens on the end. He lifts it from the table, puts it over his shoulder, and points the business end at Rocky. "Hey, what does this thing do?" he wonders. The real Peabody, struck with terror, leaps at Rocky and pushes him out of the way just as the Bullwinkle clone pulls the trigger. A laser beam emits from the device and hits Peabody, vaporizing him into oblivion. "Great Scott!" cries the Peabody clone. "My original!" Rocky, Sherman, the real Bullwinkle, and the Peabody clone gaze in shock and disbelief at the spot where Peabody disintegrated. The Bullwinkle clone, his face twisted into a mask of hatred, aims the weapon's nozzle at the real Bullwinkle. "One of me is enough!" he barks menacingly. "Don't shoot!" Rocky pleads. "If he dies, you'll die too!" "Huh?" grunts the confused Bullwinkle clone. Catching Rocky's hint, the Peabody clone collapses to the floor and convulses in mock agony. "Oh, the pain!" he wails. "It's unbearable! Kill me, please!" As the Bullwinkle clone nervously witnesses the Peabody clone's performance, Rocky soars into the air and rams him, knocking the weapon from his shoulder. The Bullwinkle clone turns and rushes toward the main door. Rocky, Sherman, the real Bullwinkle, and the Peabody clone pursue him, but the broken weapon on the floor explodes in front of them, sending up a shower of smoke and sparks. By the time it clears, the main door is sliding closed, and the Bullwinkle clone is long gone. "Curses!" grouses the Peabody clone. "He escaped! There's no telling what he'll do now!" "What is this thing?" asks Rocky, looking over the ruined weapon. "It's a molecular destabilizer," Sherman explains. "I'm afraid the real Mr. Peabody is not coming back." He takes off his glasses and wipes the tears from his eyes. "I'm all that's left of him now," the Peabody clone laments. "If I don't remain stable, one of the greatest scientific minds of all time will be lost forever." "Can't we fix the machine and make another copy of you?" asks Bullwinkle. "We can, but if we make copies of copies, they'll start to degenerate." "You should have made it so it doesn't explode when it's dropped," says Rocky, glancing down at the destabilizer. "Yeah," says Bullwinkle. "That'd be a lot safer." "None of us is safe now," says the Peabody clone. "I'm afraid Sherman and I have created a monster...a duplicate of Bullwinkle who is pure evil!" "He has all your stupidity and dumb luck!" Sherman remarks to Bullwinkle. "And he's not afraid to kill!" adds Rocky. "He must be stopped!" declared the Peabody clone. _Less than an hour later, our heroes arrive at the Southern California regional headquarters of the Department of Defending Everything We Hold Dear, also known as DDEWHD (pronounced "dude")._ Rocky and Bullwinkle are standing in front of the desk of Mr. Shadowy, the DDEWHD regional administrator, who is talking to someone on the phone. "Mm-hmm...right...thank you, goodbye." He hangs up. "Your man's been sighted in a Santa Clausa china shop. He smashed the entire inventory. The police showed up, but every time they took a shot at him, he ducked just as the bullet went over." "That takes years of practice, you know," says Bullwinkle. "Boys, I don't need to tell you how serious this situation is," says Mr. Shadowy. "If not for Bullwinkle's tireless defense of liberty and justice, we'd all be speaking Pottsylvanian today. And now this fiend is on the loose, turning everything that's good and great about Bullwinkle to purposes of evil. After some deliberation, I've decided to replace one of you with a new partner for the duration of this mission." "You must be joking!" exclaims the shocked Bullwinkle. "I can't do this without Rocky! He's a valued member of the team! He can fly and stuff!" "No, Bullwinkle," says Mr. Shadowy. "I was talking about you." Bullwinkle's jaw drops. "Your evil clone thinks like you do," explains Mr. Shadowy, "and he's familiar with how you and Rocky work together. If Rocky goes after him with a different partner, he won't be able to predict their moves." Bullwinkle is devastated. "But...but that's just not fair!" "Who's the new partner, Mr. Shadowy?" asks Rocky. Mr. Shadowy presses a button on his desk. A door opens, and through it strolls a she-moose, about the same height as Bullwinkle, but with smaller antlers. On her head she wears a yellow felt fedora with a red ribbon. She stands in front of Rocky and Bullwinkle, and regards them curiously. "Boys," says Mr. Shadowy, "I'd like you to meet Honeysuckle the Moose." "Charmed," says Honeysuckle, speaking with a refined British accent. "Honeysuckle spent sixteen years as an Interpol agent before agreeing to lend her expertise to the U.S. Government," explains Mr. Shadowy. "But...but you're a woman!" exclaims the astonished Rocky. "How could you tell?" says the she-moose sarcastically. "Well, you're naked, for one thing." "Humina humina humina..." mumbles the wide-eyed Bullwinkle. "So what's wrong with being a woman, flyboy?" Honeysuckle asks Rocky. "Uh, nothing," Rocky answers. "It's just that...there's only one woman on this show, and she's evil." "A lot of things have changed since the 1960's," Honeysuckle points out. "Now, if there are no more gender-based objections, let's get on with the mission briefing." "Humina humina humina..." Bullwinkle mumbles on. _Will Rocky and his new partner be able to stop the evil Bullwinkle clone? Will Bullwinkle ever stop saying "humina humina humina"? Find out in our next thrilling episode..._ "Humina humina humina..." _Enough already!_ 3. Chapter 3 _In our last episode, Rocky was given a new partner, Honeysuckle the Moose, to assist him in the capture of the evil Bullwinkle clone. However, the real Bullwinkle didn't take kindly to being left out of the action!_ Honeysuckle is driving a green station wagon along the highway, with Rocky in the passenger seat. They pass a sign that says, SANTA CLAUSA, 7 MILES. Heavy traffic flows around them as the she-moose recounts her history. "I was drawn to be an agent-slash-love-interest in a British spy cartoon called Danger Moose, but some idiot typesetter changed 'moose' to 'mouse', and you know the rest of that story. So I decided, if I couldn't be a cartoon agent, I'd train to become a real-life agent." "Gee, Bullwinkle and I never had training," reflects Rocky. "That's because the Department never really looked upon the Pottsylvanians as a credible threat," Honeysuckle explains. "They figured, if the two of you could thwart Fearless Leader's schemes again and again through sheer dumb luck, then why ruin a successful formula?" _Unbeknownst to them, Bullwinkle is also on his way to Santa Clausa, determined to bring in the evil duplicate on his own!_ Several miles behind on the same highway, Bullwinkle is driving a red convertible at top speed. "Give my Rocky a new partner, will they?" he says to himself. "I'll teach them a lesson they won't soon remember!" He reflects for a moment. "Sure is windy. I'm glad I 'moosed' my hair before I left." Minutes later, Rocky and Honeysuckle arrive in downtown Santa Clausa, at the china shop where the Bullwinkle clone had gone on a rampage. The shelves have been emptied, and the owner, an old Chinese woman, is still sweeping up the broken pieces of china. "Did he say anything while he was smashing your china, ma'am?" Honeysuckle asks the woman. "He made some very bad puns," the shop owner replies. "What did he do when he was finished?" Honeysuckle inquires. "Did he say anything about where he was going?" "He mentioned something about being hungry." Honeysuckle becomes thoughtful. "Hmm. If I were an evil bull moose in a china shop, where would I go to eat?" "A donut shop!" Rocky suggests. "No, too many police." Honeysuckle thinks for a second. "Follow me, Rocky." Honeysuckle leads Rocky out of the china shop, and they stroll a short distance down the sidewalk, arriving in front of a fast-food joint called Burgers-R-Us. The sign on the door says CLOSED, and the interior of the restaurant resembles a war zone, with food stains on the walls and overturned tables and chairs. A man in a fast-food uniform is scrubbing the walls when he sees Rocky and Honeysuckle approach. "He went that way!" he says, pointing. Rocky and Honeysuckle continue down the street, and the same scene repeats itself at all the restaurants on the block. "At least we have a trail to follow," says Rocky. _Meanwhile, Bullwinkle arrives at the security checkpoint in front of Mr. Peabody's lab._ A heavily fortified gate surrounds Peabody's laboratory, and Bullwinkle is walking up to the entrance. "Defeating my evil duplicate will be easier if I equip myself with some high-tech gadgets," he thinks. The security guard is, as usual, a grizzled old man. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bullwinkle, but with the evil clone at large, the government has chosen to temporarily revoke your security clearance." Bullwinkle becomes indignant. "What? This is an outrage! I want my taxes back!" Mr. Peabody, or more accurately his clone, suddenly appears on the other side of the gate. "Please, Mr. Peabody!" Bullwinkle pleads. "You gotta let me in!" The Peabody clone shakes his head. "Sherman and I are working as hard as we can to repair the Dublinator, and we won't let you come in and destroy everything." "But I'm the good Bullwinkle!" insists the desperate moose. "I know," says the Peabody clone sadly as he ambles off. The disconsolate Bullwinkle walks away from the security checkpoint. "Now I'll have to do battle with my evil duplicate armed with nothing but my hands, feet, and antlers—just like Mother Nature intended." When he reaches his convertible, he is alarmed to find two police officers standing in front of it. "Wh-what's going on, officers?" he asks nervously. "We were just going to cite you for double parking," says the first officer, "but then we recognized you as the moose who's been wrecking shops downtown, so now we're going to arrest you." "You have the right to remain silent," says the second officer. "If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say will be dutifully listened to but ultimately disregarded." "But...you can't do this to me! I'm Bullwinkle the Moose!" "Right," says the first officer, "and I'm Arthur the Aardvark. Now come along." _As the hapless Bullwinkle is dragged off to the police station, his evil clone continues to wreak havoc in downtown Santa Clausa!_ The Bullwinkle clone, his stomach grossly swollen, waddles out of a bagel shop, having ingested everything on display, including most of the napkins. The distraught proprietor watches him leave in astonishment. "Oy! I've never seen anyone eat so much! And he didn't even leave a tip!" Half a block away, the Bullwinkle clone sees four police offers exit a squad car and start to run in his direction. "Cops! I've gotta shake 'em!" He tries to flee, but his overloaded stomach slows him down. "Oh, I can't run in this condition!" He then notices that he is standing in front of a maternity wear store. "I've got an idea! It's so dumb, it might work!" Moments later, the four police officers arrive in front of the maternity store. "He went in there!" the first officer informs the others. "He won't get away this time!" vowed the second officer. The four officers charge into the store, which is filled with displays of maternity dresses. Several pregnant women are milling around, including a tall one with a huge nose and antlers, dressed in a light blue gown and what appears to be a blond wig. One of the officers accidentally runs into "her". "I'm terribly sorry, ma'am," he says politely. The cross-dressed Bullwinkle clone just giggles and heads for the store exit. "Those cops will never give up," he thinks, glancing around. "I need to get myself some wheels and hightail it out of this town." Still in his pregnant woman disguise, the Bullwinkle clone approaches a man who is returning to his parked car with a bag of clothing items. "Please, sir, help me!" he exclaims in a frantic falsetto. "I'm having a baby!" "I can see that," says the man, sizing up the moose's distended gut. "No, I'm having a baby NOW!" The clone starts gasping. "Okay, okay!" says the suddenly worried man. "I'll give you a ride to the hospital!" He opens the door of his car and allows the Bullwinkle clone to lie down on the back seat. Then he starts to drive swiftly down the street in the direction of the hospital, while the evil moose gasps and wails as if enduring labor pains. After the man has driven a block, the Bullwinkle clone lets out a sigh of relief and then starts to imitate the sound of a baby crying. Nervous and sweating, the man pulls over to the curb. "Stay calm! I'll get help!" he promises. The man jumps out of his car and looks around for someone with a cell phone. The Bullwinkle clone climbs out of the back seat, takes over the man's car, and pulls into the street. In his haste, he nearly collides with Rocky and Honeysuckle in their station wagon. "Hey, where did that lady learn to drive?" complains Rocky. "Hold it!" says Honeysuckle. "That's no lady!" As Rocky and Honeysuckle start to pursue the Bullwinkle clone's stolen vehicle, the police car taking the real Bullwinkle to the station has stopped in front of the maternity store. One of the officers in the car is talking to one of the officers who searched the store for the Bullwinkle clone. "Are you sure it was him?" asks the officer in the car. "He'd put on a few more pounds," says the officer on the street, "but I'd bet my life he was our moose. We chased him into the maternity store, and then we lost him." The officer in the car turns to Bullwinkle. "I'm sorry about the mistake. You're free to go." However, Bullwinkle's sharp eyes have seen a car driven by a moose nearly hit another car driven by a moose a block away. "Follow those cars, officers!" he orders, pointing. Within moments, the squad car containing Bullwinkle is pursuing the station wagon driven by Honeysuckle, who is chasing the Bullwinkle clone's stolen car. "Are you sure that's not a lady, Honeysuckle?" asks Rocky. "One of the first things I learned in agent school was how to spot someone in a stupid disguise," replies Honeysuckle. As the Bullwinkle clone drives along, oblivious to his pursuers, he spots a road sign that says, CORPUS CRUSTY, NEXT RIGHT. Crusty..." His tone becomes sinister. "Perfect!" His car turns off the main highway in the direction of Corpus Crusty, while Rocky and Honeysuckle follow. They are in turn followed by the two police officers and Bullwinkle. "Omigosh!" exclaims Rocky. "He's headed for Corpus Crusty!" "Is that a bad thing?" asks Honeysuckle. "It sure is! Corpus Crusty is a town populated entirely by enemy spies!" _What mischief is the evil Bullwinkle clone plotting now? What dangers await our heroes in the spy villa of Corpus Crusty? Find out in our next action-packed episode, "Spy Oh My", or, "It's a Nice Place to Visit, But..."!_ 4. Chapter 4 _In our last episode, as you recall, the evil Bullwinkle clone was speeding toward the spy town of Corpus Crusty, California, with Rocky and Honeysuckle in hot pursuit. They, in turn, were being followed by the real Bullwinkle and a pair of police officers!_ "We mustn't lose him!" Rocky urges his new partner. "If he reveals his secrets to the spies, we'll all be in danger!" "I'm way ahead of you, flyboy," says Honeysuckle confidently. Rocky glances at the rear-view mirror. "Hey, there's a police car behind us!" "So what?" remarks Honeysuckle. "They aren't flashing their lights." "Hey, why aren't you flashing your lights?" Bullwinkle asks the two officers in the police car. "We don't want to let him know we're following," says the first officer. "That way, we can trace him to his hideout and arrest his accomplices as well." "But he doesn't have any accomplices!" Bullwinkle insists. "Don't be ridiculous," says the second officer. "Cartoon characters never work alone." Several miles away, in a small house in the town of Corpus Crusty, Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale are seated on a couch, watching a performance of Mussourgsky's opera "Boris Godunov" on public television. "I just love Russian opera, darlink!" Natasha gushes. "So do I," says Boris, "but I wish I could get rid of the English subtitles." He repeatedly pushes a button on the remote control, but to no avail. "This broadcast has been made possible by grants from various large corporations and generous contributions from viewers like you," says the TV announcer. "Such language!" grouses Natasha. "How can they allow it on TV?" Boris switches off the TV. "Natasha, darlink, now that we are alone, I have somethink special to give to you." He rises from the couch, bends down on one knee in front of Natasha, and pulls a small plastic box from his pocket. Natasha waits breathlessly. Suddenly a loud beeping sound emits from Boris' wrist. He pulls up his sleeve to reveal a small TV screen attached to his arm with a leather band. "Oh, Boris, darlink!" enthuses Natasha. "A wrist TV! I've always wanted one!" Boris replaces the plastic box in his pocket and pushes a button on the wrist TV, causing the image of Fearless Leader's face to appear on the tiny screen. "Badenov!" barks the monocled spymaster. "A situation has arisen! Turn on the American TV news at once!" Astonished, Boris seats himself on the couch again and turns on the TV to the news channel. A newswoman appears, with a picture of the Bullwinkle clone in the background. "This just in," she reports. "A cartoon moose has been wrecking stores in downtown Santa Clausa, California. Eyewitnesses describe him as bearing an uncanny resemblance to Bullwinkle, one-time star of the small screen." "What is moose up to now?" Natasha wonders. "We go now to Peabody Labs," says the newswoman, "where renowned scientist Hector Peabody has a statement to make about the rogue moose." "All I can say without revealing too much about the nature of our research is that there are now two Bullwinkles, one kind and gentle, the other ruthlessly evil," the Peabody clone declares. "Did you hear that, Natasha?" marvels Boris. "Moose now has an evil twin!" "The evil Bullwinkle is extremely dangerous and stupid," warns the Peabody clone. "He has already killed. If you see him, notify the police immediately. If you hear one of his puns, seek medical attention." "You must find this evil moose and learn everything he knows," orders Fearless Leader from Boris' watch. "Consider it done, Fearless Leader." Boris leaps from the couch and makes a sweeping hand gesture. "Quickly, Natasha! To the Badmobile!" Moments later, Boris and Natasha are cruising along the highway in a souped-up black sedan with rocket motors in the back. "Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, Badman!" Boris sings as he drives. Natasha clutched her ears in pain. "Argh! Next time, I pick out the car!" A short while later, they pass the Bullwinkle clone in his stolen vehicle, going in the other direction. "Boris, wait!" Natasha alerted her comrade. "That was moose!" "Hmm," muses the Bullwinkle clone. "I've seen those Pottsylvanian spies somewhere before!" The Bullwinkle clone cuts through the median, turns around, and starts following the Badmobile. Seconds later, he sees a green station wagon go by on the other side of the highway, driven by an attractive she-moose. Distracted, he starts to mumble, "Humina humina humina..." "Moose is following us!" says Natasha, looking over her shoulder. "Pull over!" Boris slows down the Badmobile and stops on the side of the road. Seeing that the spy car has come to a halt ahead of him, the Bullwinkle clone pulls over in front of it. Meanwhile, Honeysuckle stops her car half a mile away, and she and Rocky jump out. "Hokey smoke!" exclaims Rocky. "We can't let Bullwinkle's evil clone join forces with Boris and Natasha!" "Calm down, flyboy," says Honeysuckle. "I have a plan." "Why am I not surprised?" At the same time, Bullwinkle and the two police officers are approaching the spot where the Bullwinkle clone has pulled over in front of the Badmobile. "Stop!" Bullwinkle orders. "They mustn't see us!" The squad car pulls over and stops, and Bullwinkle and the two officers hop out. The Bullwinkle clone climbs out of his stolen car, while Boris and Natasha slip out of the Badmobile, and the three congregate at the side of the road. They are watched by Honeysuckle and Rocky from one side of the road, and Bullwinkle and the officers from the other side; the two parties are unaware of each other's presence. "I was just on my way to find you guys," says the Bullwinkle clone to Boris. "And we were on our way to find you," Boris replies cheerfully. "We would like to make you an offer you cannot refuse." "I can't refuse an offer like that," says the clone. "Here's what we do," says Honeysuckle, who has hidden behind some trees with Rocky. "I throw you into the air, then you start flying around, but make sure Boris and Natasha see you. That way they'll think you're spying on them, and that the evil Bullwinkle is really the good Bullwinkle." "Aye aye, mon capitan," says Rocky with a quick salute. Honeysuckle then hurls him into the air with a mighty grunt, and he starts to glide on the air currents. "Come on, officers!" the real Bullwinkle urges the two cops. "We've got to stop my evil duplicate before he leaks any state secrets!" "You can't be serious!" says the first officer "Don't you know who those two are?" "Of course I do," says Bullwinkle. "They're Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale." "They're aides to the Pottsylvanian ambassador," says the second officer. "They have diplomatic immunity. If we try to arrest them, we could start an international incident." "They're not diplomats!" Bullwinkle insists. "They're spies!" "You're on your own from here on out," says the first officer, and the two cops climb into their squad car, turn around, and speed away. "Bah!" grunts Bullwinkle as he watches them go. "Can't tell a spy from a diplomat. How thick can you get?" High above, Rocky is circling in the air and trying to let Boris and Natasha catch a glimpse of him, but the two are busy plotting with the Bullwinkle clone. Finally Natasha spots something out of the corner of her eye. "Look, up in the sky!" she says, pointing. "It's a bird!" exclaims Boris. "It's a plane!" shouts the evil clone. "It's Superman!" cries Natasha. "It's Captain Marvel!" "It's Radioactive Man!" "It's a Powerpuff Girl!" "It's Bionic Bunny!" "No, wait!" says the Bullwinkle clone. "It's Rocky! What's he doing here?" "Oh, now I see," says Boris suspiciously. "You are not evil moose. You are tryink to trick us!" "That's not true!" the clone insisted. "I'm totally evil!" At that moment the real Bullwinkle marches onto the scene, his fists clenched. "Yes," he declares heroically, "and that is why I cannot allow you to betray our country!" "Unbelievable!" says Natasha in amazement. "I must be seeink double!" says Boris. Honeysuckle, watching from behind a tree, slaps her face in exasperation. Rocky watches from the sky in dismay as the two Bullwinkles confront each other. "You killed Mr. Peabody!" growls the real Bullwinkle, advancing menacingly. "Now I'll make you pay!" The clone suddenly points into the sky. "Look! A pterodactyl!" "Huh?" Bullwinkle looks up, but all he sees is Rocky floating around. When he lowers his eyes again, he discovers that Boris, Natasha, and the clone have jumped into the Badmobile and started the rocket motors. He stands in front of the supercharged vehicle and tries to stop it as it pulls onto the highway, but it rams him forcefully and knocks him to the ground. Rocky gasps in horror. "Hokey smoke! Bullwinkle!" Honeysuckle rushes across the highway while Rocky glides to the ground, and the two hurry to the side of their fallen comrade. "Are you all right, old pal?" asks Rocky, but the prostrate moose doesn't answer. "He's alive," says Honeysuckle as she takes Bullwinkle's pulse. "Good. I'm going to kill him." Bullwinkle opens his eyes groggily and tries to sit up, but pain prevents him. "Wh-where am I? Who am I?" he stammers deliriously. "You're Bullwinkle the Moose," Rocky replies. "Oh, right," says the moose. "I knew it was something that started with B." "As much as I'd rather leave you at the side of the road to die," says Honeysuckle peevishly, "we should get you to a hospital." "What'd I ever do to you?" Bullwinkle asks her. "Thanks to your meddling," Honeysuckle informs him, "Boris and Natasha just escaped with your evil duplicate!" _Oh, the horror! Could this mean the end of the U.S. intelligence advantage over Pottsylvania? Find out in our next episode, "The Spy Who Looked Like Me", or, "All Your Face Are Belong to Us"!_ 5. Chapter 5 _Meanwhile, at Peabody Labs, Sherman and the duplicate of Mr. Peabody are working feverishly to repair the Dublinator._ "A few more connections and it should be ready, Mr. Peabody.," says Sherman, who is wearing an eye visor and applying a welding torch to the Dublinator's circuits. The phone rings. The Peabody clone, who is looking through a microscope at some tissue samples, goes to the wall and picks it up. "Peabody Labs, Mr. Peabody's clone speaking." He hears Bullwinkle's voice on the other end of the line. "Big trouble, Mr. Peabody! My evil duplicate has joined up with Boris and Natasha!" The clone's eyes widen with concern. "How do I know you're the real Bullwinkle?" he asks warily. "Is Rocky with you?" The Badmobile, driven by Boris, is speeding down the highway toward Santa Clausa. In the back seat of the fancy vehicle, the Bullwinkle clone is talking on a cell phone. "Uh, Rocky? Yeah, he's here." He hands the cell phone to Natasha, who is in the passenger seat. She speaks into it and imitates Rocky's voice. "Mr. Peabody, I think Boris and Natasha are plotting with the evil Bullwinkle clone to break into your lab and steal the Dublinator," she warns. "We can't allow that to happen," says the Peabody clone. "If they get their hands on the Dublinator, they'll be able to create an evil duplicate of anybody!" "Then you figured out what went wrong when you cloned Bullwinkle?" asked Natasha, still imitating Rocky. "Yes, Sherman traced it to an intermittent problem in the flux discharge filters. He turned it into a feature." As the Peabody duplicate speaks into the phone, Sherman snaps the cover onto the Dublinator's control panel. It now has an additional switch with two settings, GOOD and EVIL. "You'd better hide the machine right away," suggests Natasha in her Rocky voice. "I know of a secret storage facility in the sub-basement of an office building," says the Peabody clone. "They'll never look for it there." "Give me directions, and we'll meet you there," Natasha requests. "All right. If you go north on Interstate 5..." The Peabody clone pauses. "Wait, there's a call on the other line." He pushes a button on the receiver to take the incoming call. To his surprise, Rocky's voice comes through. "Big trouble, Mr. Peabody! The evil Bullwinkle duplicate has joined up with Boris and Natasha!" Dumbfounded, the Peabody duplicate slowly hangs up the phone. At the side of the highway to Corpus Crusty, two paramedics have placed the real Bullwinkle on a stretcher and are loading him into the back of an ambulance. Nearby, Rocky is holding a cell phone to his ear as Honeysuckle stands next to him. "He hung up!" he states. "Call him again," Honeysuckle instructs him. "If my guess is correct, he and Sherman are in grave danger!" Meanwhile, in the Badmobile, Natasha lowers the cell phone from her ear. "He hung up on me!" she complains. "Do you think he suspects you?" asks the Bullwinkle clone. "Impossible," says Boris. "Natasha's impersonation of Rocky was perfect." "What do you expect, darlink?" boasts Natasha. "June Foray voices both of us." "The other call must have been Rocky trying to warn him about us," observes the evil clone. "Then it is time for Plan B," says Boris. "What is Plan B, darlink?" Natasha asks. In Peabody's lab, the phone on the wall is ringing, but the Peabody clone only stares thoughtfully at it. "Two Bullwinkles...two Rockys...I don't know who I can trust anymore. Sherman, we'll have to hide the Dublinator by ourselves, without telling anyone where it is." "I'll call for a truck, Mr. Peabody," Sherman offers. _Minutes later, the injured Bullwinkle is rushed into the Elmer Fudd Memorial Hospital for Cartoon Characters._ Rocky and Honeysuckle follow the paramedics as they roll the stretcher carrying Bullwinkle through a hospital corridor. They pass various grotesquely wounded cartoon characters. Wile E. Coyote is shaped like an accordion after falling off a cliff, Scratchy the Cat holds his severed head in his hands, and the dazed Roger Rabbit has a mouth full of piano keys. A doctor escorts Daffy Duck, whose beak has just been reattached to his face, into the reception area. "Remember, Daffy," says the doctor, "only soft foods for the next 24 hours. And don't get into any more arguments with Bugs Bunny about whether it's rabbit season or duck season. You can't win." A clerk hands Daffy a sheet of paper. "Here's your bill, Mr. Duck." When Daffy looks at his medical bill, his eyes bulge and his beak drops from his face onto the floor. As Bullwinkle is wheeled into the X-ray room, he reaches up and takes Honeysuckle by the hand. "Promise you'll stop my evil clone," he pleads weakly. "I promise," Honeysuckle vowed. Bullwinkle and Honeysuckle gaze wistfully at each other, and soft romantic music begins to play in the background. Then Honeysuckle grimaces with frustration. "Please let go of my hand, Bullwinkle." _Meanwhile, a truck has arrived at Peabody Labs to move the top-secret Dublinator device to an undisclosed location._ In front of the lab's loading dock, Sherman and the Peabody clone watch as a truck backs up, making a beeping noise. When it has come to a stop, a short man and a tall woman step out. Both are wearing drab uniforms. "Allow me to introduce myself," says the short man. "I am Boris Truckenov." He gestures toward the tall woman. "And this is my lovely assistant, Petrushka." "A pleasure," says the tall woman. "Truck drivers have lovely assistants?" marvels Sherman. "Ever since we unionized," replies the short man. "Haven't I...seen you two somewhere before?" asks the Peabody clone. "No," answers Truckenov. Minutes later, the Dublinator has been loaded inside the truck's cargo bay. The short man and tall woman are going over the details of the move with the Peabody clone and Sherman. "You may want to go inside and make sure the ropes are tight enough," Truckenov recommends. Sherman and the clone walk up the ramp into the truck's cargo hold and inspect the ropes that were tied around the Dublinator to keep it in place. "They look tight enough to me," says the clone. Suddenly a pair of large hands grab the pair from behind. Within moments, they have been bound, gagged, and laid out on the floor of the cargo hold. Boris, Natasha, and the evil Bullwinkle clone are gloating over them. "How about now?" asks Boris. "Are they tight enough?" The Bullwinkle clone laughs maniacally. _Will Sherman and Peabody meet their end at the hands of the wicked spies? Don't miss our next heart-pounding episode, "Stuck in the Truck", or, "The Ties that Bind"!_ 6. Chapter 6 _As Boris, Natasha, and the evil Bullwinkle clone make off with the captive Sherman and Peabody, our heroes--Rocky and Honeysuckle, that is—arrive at the laboratory too late!_ At the security gate in front of Peabody Labs, Rocky and Honeysuckle are assisting a guard who was knocked unconscious. Honeysuckle is propping up his head with her hand. "It was...a tall woman...and a short man," he groggily recounted. They were driving a truck. I was checking their security passes when someone came up behind me, and the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by singing, dancing lollipops with spindly little arms and legs..." "Thanks," says Honeysuckle, "that's all we need to know." The guard grins. "You're kinda cute. Are you part of my dream?" Honeysuckle withdraws her hand, letting the guard's head drop to the ground. Moments later, Rocky and Honeysuckle enter the laboratory through the shipping entrance, which was left open. "Sherman? Mr. Peabody?" Rocky calls out. "Where are you guys?" "It's no use, Rocky," laments Honeysuckle. "They're gone." "And so is the Dublinator!" exclaims Rocky, seeing a bare wall where the device had stood. "Hmm," muses Honeysuckle. "If I were a Pottsylvanian spy, and I had just captured two eminent American scientists and a piece of technology that could swing the balance of power in favor of my homeland, where would I go?" "Pottsylvania!" says Rocky. "No, too obvious." _Meanwhile, at the Corpus Crusty International Airport, Boris, Natasha, and the evil Bullwinkle clone are preparing to transport their prisoners, Sherman and Peabody, to an unknown destination!_ "We're going to Pottsylvania, darlink," Natasha informs the Narrator. "Where else would we go? The Cold War is over." She gestures toward a flight monitor, which shows that all scheduled flights are from Corpus Crusty to Pottsylvania. Ahead of the two spies, the Bullwinkle clone is pushing a cart onto which Sherman and Peabody, still bound and gagged, have been strapped. He, Boris, and Natasha pass through several portals. The first is an X-ray, which detects several guns, knives, and bombs in Boris' pockets, but the airport guard waves him on nonetheless. The second is a Moose and Squirrel Detector. When the clone passes through, alarms go off throughout the terminal. About a dozen airport guards, all dressed in overcoats and dark glasses, pull out their guns and point them at the clone, who appears confused. "Relax, comrades," says Boris with a smile. "Moose is under my hypnotic control." "Yes, master," drones the Bullwinkle duplicate. Several of the guards start to frisk the clone, who begins to giggle. "Tee hee! That tickles! Uh, I mean...that tickles, master." Minutes later, the evil trio arrives at the customs desk. The Bullwinkle clone is still pushing the cart to which Sherman and Peabody are attached. The customs officer is wearing an overcoat and dark glasses. "Anything to declare?" he asks the captives. "Mmmf mmmf mmmf!" respond Sherman and Peabody. "Speak up, I can't hear you," says the customs officer "MMMF MMMF MMMF!" "Thank you, have a nice flight." About half an hour later, Rocky and Honeysuckle rush into the terminal and stop in front of the flight monitor, where Rocky reads the flight information. "Hokey smoke!" he exclaims. "The next flight for Pottsylvania leaves in ten minutes!" "We have to hurry!" says Honeysuckle. They run through the security checkpoint, but the Moose and Squirrel Detector catches them and sets off an alarm. A horde of airport guards wearing overcoats and dark glasses pull out guns and point them at Rocky and Honeysuckle. "I've got a plan," says Rocky. Rocky and Honeysuckle turn around, walk away from the security checkpoint, and return moments later disguised as clowns. The Moose and Squirrel Detector sets off the alarm again, and the airport guards draw their guns. "I've got another plan," says Rocky. They leave the security checkpoint, and Honeysuckle comes back clad in a frumpy dress and wig. She holds a bassinet in which Rocky, wearing a baby bonnet, is crying and waving his arms. The detector picks them up again, and the guards draw their guns. "Third time's a charm," says Rocky confidently. They leave, then come back. Now Rocky is disguised as a punk rocker, complete with tricolor spiked hair, a nose ring, blaring headphones, and a ragged shirt with the slogan EAT NUTS AND DIE. Honeysuckle, wearing a pink blouse and skirt, a straight blond wig, and a barette, is babbling into a cell phone. "And I was like, no way! And he was like, no way! And we were both like, no way! And then my mom came in, and she was like, no way!" The guards point their guns at Honeysuckle. "Stop talking like that or I'll shoot!" one of them barks. Honeysuckle lowers her cell phone, and Rocky pulls off his headphones. "Now it's my turn to have a plan," says the she-moose. She grabs Rocky and hurls him over the guards' heads like a football. While he soars down the airport corridor, Honeysuckle lets out a kung fu battle cry and gives one of the armed guards a swift kick in the face. A spectacular fight ensues, as Honeysuckle dodges bullets and rains blows on the attacking guards. As Rocky is flying toward the departure gate, two middle-aged men, Edgar and Chauncey, watch him zip by with curiosity. "Well, there's something you don't see every day, Chauncey," says Edgar. "What's that, Edgar?" asks Chauncey. "A Rocky Mountain Flying Squirrel with protective scales on his head." Rocky starts to pull off his ragged shirt in mid-flight as he approaches the customs desk. "Anything to decl..." begins the customs officer, but Rocky stuffs the shirt in his mouth and flies away. Inside the airplane, Boris, Natasha, and the evil Bullwinkle clone are seated together, with the bound-and-gagged Sherman and Peabody occupying the seats in front of them. Across from the captives sits a woman wearing an overcoat and dark glasses, reading an issue of the magazine "Photogenic Famous People". "Mmmf mmmf mmmf!" mumble the helpless Sherman and Peabody. "Would you keep it down?" the woman complains. "I'm trying to read." The flight attendant starts to deliver her routine safety presentation. "Welcome aboard Flight 666, non-stop service from Corpus Crusty to Pottsylvania. Please remember that this is a non-smoking flight. If you are caught smoking during the flight, you will be ejected through the emergency exit nearest you. In the event of a water landing, the captive in the seat in front of you can be used as a flotation device." Another attendant is shuffling down the aisle, taking note of the passengers' meal preferences. "Chicken, beef, or tofu?" she asks Boris. "Who wants to know?" is the spy's answer. Inside the airport, Rocky glides to the floor in front of the departure gate as the unkempt, bedraggled Honeysuckle runs up behind him, but the plane has already taken off from the runway. "Hokey smoke!" cries Rocky. "We're too late!" The pair hear a man's menacing voice from behind them. "You certainly are." They turn around to find that the voice came from an airport security guard, who is training a gun on them. Behind him stand fifty more guards, dressed to the last in overcoats and dark glasses. Some of them sport revolvers, some carry machine guns, and at least one is about to light the fuse of a cannon. The security guard clears his throat and continues. "Wait, let me try again. 'On the contrary, you're right on time.' No, that wasn't good. 'How nice of you to drop...dead.' Ugh! That was the worst. 'You checked in, but you won't check out.' Oh, man, that was awful. 'You're about to find out why they call it a terminal.' No, I can do better than that..." Suddenly a gunshot rings out. Horrified, Rocky and Honeysuckle examine their bodies and are relieved to find no holes. The security guard's quest for the perfect rejoinder comes to an end as he falls over on his face, dead. Behind him, a spy woman blows the smoke from her revolver. "Keel moose and squirrel," she says emotionlessly, and Rocky and Honeysuckle face the business ends of dozens of deadly weapons. _Things don't look good for our heroes, but when have they ever? Be sure to see our next death-defying episode, "Fly the Unfriendly Spies", or, "We Have Now Reached a Cruising Altitude of Six Feet Under"!_ 7. Chapter 7 _It looks like the end for Rocky and his new partner Honeysuckle, who have been cornered in the Corpus Crusty airport by a mob of heavily armed, hostile security officers!_ At the departure gate, about fifty security guards wearing overcoats and dark glasses, and sporting various types of weapons, are preparing to assassinate Rocky and Honeysuckle. Seeing that the end is near, the she-moose makes an emotional confession. "Rocky, I...won't get another chance to say this, so...before I became an agent, I was a big fan of your show." "Well...gosh, Honeysuckle," says Rocky coyly. "But there's more," Honeysuckle admits. "I...liked...Bullwinkle. I really, really liked him. I had dreams where Bullwinkle and I..." Suddenly the terminal fills with the deafening sound of gunfire and cannonfire as all of the security guards shoot at Rocky and Honeysuckle... ...and just as suddenly, Rocky and Honeysuckle vanish into thin air. They find themselves floating and spinning in the middle of an endlessly spiraling shaft of light. The environs of the airport have completely disappeared. "Hokey smoke! Are we in heaven?" Rocky marvels. "No, it looks more like some kind of time warp," remarks Honeysuckle. "Hokey smoke! Are we in heaven?" "Don't get cute with me, flyboy." Looking around, they find that they are not alone in the strange, glowing void. "Mr. Peabody!" Rocky exclaims. "We seem to have been pulled into a time-space vortex," says the spinning, floating canine scientist. "Where were you before this happened?" "We were about to get our collective moose cooked by a small army of overzealous airport guards," Honeysuckle answers. "What about you?" "A clone of Bullwinkle fried me with a molecular destabilizer," Peabody explains. "Then you're the original Peabody," Rocky realizes. "We thought you were dead." "Indeed," says Peabody. "Someone has yanked us out of time just before the moment of death...but who?" As if to answer his question, the time warp fades away, dropping Rocky, Honeysuckle, and Peabody onto the bare wooden floor of a room. They stand up and try to get their bearings, and Rocky lets out a horrified gasp. "Omigosh...I've been here before!" Then they hear a man's insane laughter from behind them. Whirling about, they see three other individuals in the room. One is Sherman, who appears unharmed. One is the duplicate Peabody, who is hanging his head in shame. The third is a uniformed man with a scar and monocle on his face, gripping a machine gun in his hands and laughing triumphantly. Honeysuckle clenches her fists. "Fearless Leader!" she snarls. "Muwahahaha!" laughs the dreaded spymaster. "Welcome, my friends...to the world I created for you!" He is standing next to an electronic device, about the height of a child, with various dials and gauges on the front. Overwhelmed by anger, Honeysuckle marches toward him. "You'd better shoot me right now, because I'm going to kick your sorry Pottsylvanian..." "No!" The Peabody clone leaps into her path and sticks out his paws. "I just betrayed my country to save your life, and I won't let you throw it away!" "What?" exclaim Rocky, Honeysuckle, and Peabody in unison. "This is all my fault," says the despondent Peabody clone. "You tell them, Sherman. I don't have the strength." Sherman steps forward and speaks solemnly. "After we arrived in Pottsylvania, Fearless Leader used the Dublinator to create an evil duplicate of the Peabody clone. But the duplicate was a copy of a copy, so he only lasted a few minutes." "So that was the reason!" muses Fearless Leader. "After that," Sherman continues, "Fearless Leader thought the Dublinator was useless, so he decided to kill us both. That's when the Peabody clone made a bargain with him." The Peabody duplicate puts his paws over his eyes and shakes his head miserably. Sherman gestures toward the electronic gadget. "He offered to build a time-travel device, on the condition that Fearless Leader agreed to spare my life and transport the three of you here so you wouldn't be killed in the past." "How could I refuse?" gloats Fearless Leader. "I wanted all of you alive...so you could witness my final victory!" "And what did you do with your ill-gotten time-travel device, Fearless Leader?" Honeysuckle inquires. "The evil Bullwinkle clone and I traveled back to the year 1925, where we warned the Fearless Leader of that time about the coming Great Depression," the spymaster recounts. "The Pottsylvanians exchanged all of their currency for precious metals, so that when the Depression hit, they would be able to take over the world economy!" "Hokey smoke!" exclaim Rocky, Honeysuckle, and Peabody in unison. Fearless Leader grabs the time-travel device under one arm, and waves his machine gun with the other. "Now march!" he orders. "Let us leave my office and see how much the Pottsylvanians have improved the world in the past seventy-five years!" Rocky, Honeysuckle, and Peabody trudge helplessly toward the exit door, glowering at the Peabody clone as they pass. "How could you do such a thing?" Rocky chides him. "I wish you'd left us dead!" Honeysuckle laments. "You're no clone of mine!" growls the real Peabody. As Fearless Leader follows Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the two Peabodys out of his office, he finds to his surprise that the room has been cordoned off. Mounted on a nearby wall is a plaque that hadn't been there before, containing a list of all the Fearless Leaders up to 1929. "It's...it's a museum!" he cries in astonishment. Rocky is standing in front of an audio exhibit with a sign that says, PRESS BUTTON TO HEAR A RECORDINK OF IGOR ROTTENOV, THE LAST FEARLESS LEADER. Curious, he presses the button, and a scratchy, threatening voice intones, "We will bury the capitalist pigs!" "That voice...it's Rottenov!" Fearless Leader reflects. "I spoke with him only an hour ago! But why was he the last Fearless Leader? Who replaced him?" A Pottsylvanian man steps up to the group. He is wearing an overcoat, dark glasses, a badge identifying him as a tour guide, and a pair of fake plastic antlers on his head. His eyes are glazed and emotionless. "You will please hand over your weapon, sir," he says in a monotone. "Museum patrons are not allowed to carry weapons. Furthermore, the fact that you don't know who replaced the Fearless Leaders proves that you haven't been re-educated." "Re-educated?" Fearless Leader repeats. "What do you mean?" The tour guide presses a button on his wristwatch. "You are freethinkers," he drones. "You must be taken to the re-education center." "This is getting weirder all the time," says Rocky. Suddenly the halls of the museum are filled with armed Pottsylvanians, each wearing the same fake antlers and glazed expression as the tour guide. About twenty of them form a circle around Fearless Leader and his captives. Seeing that resistance is useless, Fearless Leader drops his machine gun and time-travel device, and puts up his hands. "You are enemies of the Antlered One," declares the tour guide. "You must be re-educated." "The Antlered One?" says Honeysuckle with surprise. Fearless Leader gapes. "Bullwinkle!" "You have spoken the forbidden name!" exclaims the tour guide. "Away with them at once!" As the armed guards escort Fearless Leader, Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the two Peabodys toward the museum exit, a mother and her little boy walk by. The mother has a glazed expression like the other Pottsylvanians. "Mommy, what are those people with guns going to do?" asks the little boy. "Mine is not to question why," intones the mother. Once they reach the sidewalk in front of the museum, Rocky and the others receive the shock of their lives. The street is crowded with drivers and pedestrians who appear to be in hypnotic trances. Tall buildings line the street, and to every wall is attached an enormous poster bearing the stern-looking visage of...Bullwinkle. "What a fool I was!" laments Fearless Leader. "I thought he was lost, so I left him behind. But he was secretly plotting to take over Pottsylvania before Pottsylvania took over the world!" "What did you expect?" says Honeysuckle. "He's more evil than you are!" Moments later a police wagon pulls up, and the guards force Rocky and the others into the back, where they are handcuffed. One of the guards hands the time-travel device to the driver of the vehicle. The wagon carries them through the streets of alternate Pottsylvania to a building that looks like a huge library. The police officers lead Rocky and the others through the front entrance, which is framed by two towering gold statues of Bullwinkle. The staff of the re-education center, also wearing fake antlers, speak not a word as they strap Rocky and the others to gurneys, pry their eyelids open with clamps, and place gags over their mouths. In front of each prisoner hangs a TV monitor on which Bullwinkle, wearing a gray uniform, speaks the same words over and over in an endless loop. "You are a subject of the Antlered One. You will obey the Antlered One in all things. You are a subject of the Antlered One..." Rocky realizes too late that the repetitive TV broadcast is being accompanied by mind-numbing Idiot Waves--a technology which Fearless Leader had tried to unleash on America by buying up all the cable channels, only to be thwarted in the end. Rocky struggles to resist, but he can feel his mind slipping... Ten minutes later, a re-education staffer switches off the TV broadcast, removes the gags and clamps from the faces of Rocky, Honeysuckle, Fearless Leader, Sherman, and the two Peabodys, and unfastens their straps so they can stand. All of them have glazed expressions on their faces. "The Antlered One commands you to report to the work office to receive your assignments," the staffer informs them. "We obey the Antlered One," they all intone in unison. _Do I need to say it? Don't miss our next thrilling episode, "Slave the Day", or, "All Brainwashed Up"!_ 8. Chapter 8 _Ladies and gentlemen, I've been narrating Rocky and Bullwinkle for a long time, and I've seen lots of cliffhangers, but frankly, I don't know how our heroes will get out of this one. Not only have their enemies succeeded in altering the timeline and transforming the world into a mind-controlled dystopia, but now they, themselves, have been brainwashed as well! Yes, Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, Mr. Peabody, Mr. Peabody's duplicate, and even Fearless Leader have become drones in a totalitarian nightmare state! We might as well end the story now, except that there's one person they haven't assimilated yet. Me! Yes, the Narrator! The time has come for me to step out from behind the microphone and take up arms against this monstrous tyranny, and by opposing, end it! I will overcome! I will...hey, who are you? What are you doing? Keep away from me! No, don't...aaaargh! I am a subject of the Antlered One..._ Through the cavernous hallways of the re-education center march Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, Fearless Leader, and the two Peabodys, all of whom have blank, emotionless stares like those of the four staffers who are accompanying them to the work office. As they pass by a room littered with electronic equipment, Honeysuckle takes a quick glance inside and sees two nerdy-looking scientists examining Fearless Leader's time-travel device with handheld probes. She then turns her gaze forward again. Fearless Leader, however, has noticed her rather unzombielike behavior. The two enemies look at each other through the corners of their eyes while continuing to trudge robotically along... "NOW!" bellows Fearless Leader. Moving like lightning, Honeysuckle and Fearless Leader dispatch the four staffers with well-placed karate blows; the battle is over in less than two seconds. Then they face each other proudly, but suspiciously. "Why weren't you brainwashed?" asks Fearless Leader. "I conditioned my mind to resist Idiot Waves during my second year of agent training," the she-moose explains. "What about you?" "I invented Idiot Waves," boasts the spymaster with a smirk. "No, you didn't," says Honeysuckle incredulously. "Your scientists did." "But I gave them inspiration." Rocky, Sherman, and the two Peabodys, all genuinely brainwashed, stare at Honeysuckle and Fearless Leader with fear in their eyes. "The re-education has failed," drones Rocky. "You must be destroyed!" Honeysuckle raises her fists mockingly. "Are you volunteering? Bring it on, flyboy." Rather than fight, Rocky flees down a corridor, followed by Sherman and the two Peabodys. "They will bring reinforcements," predicts Fearless Leader. "So, Fearless," says Honeysuckle, "what do you say we put our differences aside and work together to save the world?" "Never!" Infuriated, Fearless Leader slugs Honeysuckle in the nose, knocking her onto her back. The she-moose jumps to her feet, dusts herself off, and rubs her bruised nose. "How about now?" she says calmly. "Okay." In the electronics room, the two nerdy scientists are studying the time-travel device. "It's a technology I've never seen before," remarks the first nerd. "We must take it before the Antlered One," declares the second nerd. "He is all-wise." "Hand it over!" bellows Honeysuckle as she charges into the room alongside Fearless Leader. The two nerds assume defensive postures. "It's only fair to warn you," says the first nerd, "I have a Ph.D. in electrical engineering!" Honeysuckle and Fearless Leader make short work of the nerds, karate-chopping them into unconsciousness. Then they both grab the time-travel device at the same time, and try to yank it away from each other. "I know what you're thinking, Fearless," says Honeysuckle. "You want to go back to 1925 by yourself, kill the Bullwinkle clone, and go forward with your original plan. But what makes you think that future will be any better than this one?" For the first time in recorded history, fear manifests itself in Fearless Leader's face. Honeysuckle smiles elatedly. "Good. We're finally starting to understand one another." Fearless Leader releases his grasp on the time-travel device, and Honeysuckle pulls it away from him...just as a half-dozen armed guards with fake antlers burst into the room, followed by Rocky, Sherman, and the two Peabodys. "That device belongs to the Antlered One!" shouts one of the guards. Desperate, Honeysuckle glances around the gadget-filled room in hopes of finding an escape route. Then she looks out the door...and sees something that may be useful. Tossing the time-travel device into Fearless Leader's hands, she punches her way past two of the guards, while the other four attack Fearless Leader and try to wrest the device from him. "Wait! Don't leave me!" the spymaster calls after her. Once outside the electronics room, Honeysuckle rushes over to a life-size oak statue of Bullwinkle in his Antlered One uniform. Slicing off its head with a precise karate chop, she drags what remains of the statue into the room where the guards have seized the time-travel device and are pointing their guns at Fearless Leader. "He cannot be re-educated," the brainwashed Rocky tells the guards. "Destroy him!" "Stop!" yells Honeysuckle. All eyes turn to the front of the room. Rocky, Sherman, the two Peabodys, Fearless Leader, and the guards see a wooden statue of their ruler and tyrant, its head replaced by Honeysuckle's, who is hiding the rest of her body behind it. She imitates Bullwinkle as she speaks. "Duh, I am the Antlered One, and you are my subjects. You must obey my every command." Everyone gazes at Honeysuckle and her statue disguise in astonished reverence. Two guards start whispering to each other. "I don't think that's really the Antlered One," says the first guard. "But what if it is?" wonders the second guard. "Good point," whispers the first guard, who then speaks out loud. "Command us, great and wise Antlered One, and we will obey!" "Release that man, and give him the device!" orders Honeysuckle in her Bullwinkle voice. The guards quickly comply, handing the time-travel device back to Fearless Leader and lowering their weapons. "You are now free from my evil hypnotic influence," Honeysuckle proclaims, still impersonating Bullwinkle. Everyone who has been brainwashed stares at her in confusion. "Snap out of it, you stupid gits!" she says impatiently in her own voice. As soon as she speaks, Rocky, Sherman, the Peabodys, and the guards start to look around in wonderment. Emotion returns to their faces, and life to their eyes. "I'm free!" exults the first guard. "I can think again!" "We must overthrow the evil moose dictator!" declares the second guard. "Let's form a resistance cell!" suggests the third guard. "No, let's form a rock band!" the fourth guard chimes in. While the guards debate how to use their newfound liberty, Rocky, Sherman, and the two Peabodys gather around Honeysuckle and Fearless Leader, who are preparing the time-travel device for use. "When I press this button," explains Fearless Leader, "we will all be transported to the exact point in time when I left 1925 Pottsylvania." "Let's get the heck out of this timeline," says Rocky eagerly. Fearless Leader punches the button. Before they know it, he, Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the Peabodys are standing on a cracked sidewalk that runs along a poorly maintained street. A Model T rolls by, while men and women wearing 1920's fashions stroll past the various shopfronts--Ivan's Spy Supply, Trenchcoats-R-Us, Spybucks Coffee. "Hokey smoke!" Rocky marvels. "It's the roaring 20's!" "I've been to this time," says Peabody. "I like to call it the 'boring 20's'." Honeysuckle pulls the cover from the back of her cell phone and starts to fiddle with it. "What are you doing?" Sherman asks her. "You won't get cellular service here." "My cell phone also acts as a radio transmitter," Honeysuckle explains. "Fearless, go to Rottenov's HQ with the time-travel device and warn him about the Bullwinkle clone. The rest of us will join you in a few minutes." "Why should I take orders from you?" asks Fearless Leader petulantly. Honeysuckle raises a fist. "Do as I say, or fear won't be the only thing you're incapable of!" Fearless Leader's expression of steely resolve melts. "I will go and find Rottenov," he offers. "The rest of you, stay here." He runs off with the time-travel device under his arm. Having activated the transmitter in her cell phone, Honeysuckle speaks into it. "To any U.S. intelligence agents who may be receiving this transmission. The Pottsylvanians are conspiring to hoard precious metals, cause a global depression, and take control of the world economy. They must be stopped. I repeat, they must be stopped!" "So much for Fearless Leader's plan," says Rocky with relief. "I wouldn't count him out yet," says the Peabody clone. "Look!" cries Sherman, pointing down the street. A block away, several Pottsylvanian military police officers armed with rifles are running in their direction. "Radios are verboten!" shouts one of the officers. "You are under arrest!" "Run, you lot!" orders Honeysuckle, lowering her cell phone. She takes off down the street, followed by Rocky, Sherman, and the Peabodys, with the military officers in pursuit. Soon they come to an intersection that leads to a bridge over a turbulent river. "Over the bridge!" she instructs the others. "I'll drop my cell phone in the river so they won't have any evidence!" She and the others run to the middle of the narrow, primitive bridge, which lacks any kind of guardrail. As Honeysuckle tosses her cell phone into the rapids, the Peabody clone confronts his original, who is standing on the edge of the bridge and looking over the river. While everyone else is looking at Honeysuckle, he speaks quietly. "Excuse me, Mr. Peabody, but I need to make a clone fall." And then the Peabody clone shoves the original Peabody over the edge of the bridge. The hapless dog plunges toward the waves, screaming. "Great Scott! My clone!" cries the Peabody clone in mock horror. Honeysuckle, Sherman, and Rocky hurry to the clone's side, and gaze in unbelieving shock at the river below. Peabody is thrashing about frantically, as one strong wave after another sweeps over him. His glasses have been washed from his face, and are sinking to the bottom. "What happened?" asks the horrified Sherman. "He jumped!" claims the Peabody clone. "I guess he couldn't live with the guilt of having betrayed his country!" "We've got to do something...or he'll drown!" exclaims Rocky. _Will our heroes save Mr. Peabody from the raging river? Find out by watching our next exciting episode, "Out of the Depths", or, "Dead Dogs Tell No Tails"!_ 9. Chapter 9 _In our last gripping episode, Mr. Peabody was pushed into a raging river by his clone, who is now pretending to be the original!*_ Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the Peabody clone are standing on the edge of an old bridge, watching in horror as Peabody dog-paddles furiously in a futile effort to keep his head above the swirling rapids. "Someone's got to jump in and save him," says the Peabody clone, "and I can't swim!" "I don't have my swimming goggles!" says Sherman. "I'm too heavy!" says Honeysuckle. "I'd sink to the bottom!" "Then it's up to me!" says Rocky. Leaping from the bridge, Rocky glides down to the surface of the river and flies swiftly toward the imperiled Peabody. Meanwhile, three Pottsylvanian military police officers surround Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the Peabody clone, rifles drawn. "You are all under arrest," barks the first MP. "Give me the radio!" Honeysuckle shrugs. "What radio?" "Come to think of it," reflects the second MP, "whatever she had in her hand was much too small to be a radio." "Then it was a microphone," says the third MP. "A microphone without a wire?" the second MP chides him. "You read too many science fiction books." "Shut up, both of you!" ordered the first MP. Bowing to Honeysuckle, he says, "My apologies, madam." "Save your apologies," says Honeysuckle, pointing toward Rocky and Peabody. "My friend is drowning! Can any of you swim?" Meanwhile, Rocky has reached Peabody and is struggling to lift him out of the river, but his strength is failing. "Must...pull..harder..." he gasps. Suddenly a towering wave crashes down on him, flinging him into the rapids. Now he, along with Peabody, is being swept along helplessly by the current. The Peabody clone observes this with a sinister, satisfied smirk. "Oh, no! Rocky!" cries Sherman. "I can swim," boasts the first MP. "I would have competed in the Olympic Games as part of the Pottsylvanian aquatic team if not for the draft." "Then get your butt in the river and save them!" Honeysuckle orders. Without hesitation, the MP strips down to his undershirt, drops his uniform onto the bridge, and dives gracefully into the angry river. As Honeysuckle, Sherman, and the other two MPs race along the riverbank, the MP swimmer draws closer and closer to Rocky and Peabody with his powerful strokes. In less than a minute, he has grasped the two under his arm and paddled to shore. "They're safe!" Honeysuckle beholds to her relief. "Hey, where's Mr. Peabody?" says Sherman, looking around. Two of the MPs apply mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive Rocky and Peabody, who cough and sputter vigorously. Once Peabody becomes lucid, Honeysuckle addresses him. "I know you feel bad about betraying your country, but that was no reason to jump in the river." "What?" says Peabody incredulously. "I didn't betray my country, my clone did! And I didn't jump, he pushed me!" Honeysuckle, Sherman, and Rocky gasp in surprise. "You mean...you're the real Mr. Peabody?" Sherman realizes. "And your clone tried to kill you?" "I was a fool not to suspect him," Peabody laments. "He was evil all along, but unlike the Bullwinkle clone, he was smart enough to hide it until an opportunity arose. A good clone of me would never betray his country!" "An evil Peabody clone on the loose?" marvels Honeysuckle. "Then the danger is even greater!" "We must get to Rottenov's headquarters, quickly!" barks Peabody. * * Inside the office of Igor Rottenov, the Fearless Leader of 1925 is consulting with the present Fearless Leader, who is still clutching the time-travel device. Rottenov is a blond, overweight man with a scar and monocle. "Your concern is unwarranted," he assures the other Fearless Leader. "My headquarters is guarded by a team of utterly ruthless trained killers. Your moose friend will never make it past the reception area." Suddenly the Bullwinkle clone rushes through the door, clutching a machine gun. "Stick 'em up, both of you!" he commands. Fearless Leader rests the time-travel device on the floor, and he and Rottenov both put their hands up. "How did you get in here?" Rottenov inquires. "I disguised myself as a potted fern," the clone explains. Rottenov shakes his head in disbelief. "That should not have worked!" The evil Bullwinkle duplicate trains his gun on Rottenov's chest. "Once I kill you, by right of ascendancy, I will become the new Fearless Leader. Say your prayers, Rottenov!" "But I do not believe in God," Rottenov points out. "Then you'll be awful lonely where you're going," says the evil moose. Before he can pull the trigger, the evil Peabody clone appears behind him, pointing a revolver at his rear end. "Drop it or I'll blow your brains out!" he orders. Seeing no way to escape, the Bullwinkle clone drops his machine gun and sticks up his hands. "Another one?" Rottenov marvels. "How did you get in here?" "I constructed a catapult out of bull rushes," replies the Peabody clone. "Oh, that's so lame!" groans the Bullwinkle clone. "As you can clearly observe, Rottenov," says the Peabody clone, "I am possessed of a vastly superior intellect combined with a complete lack of moral scruples. Under my leadership, Pottsylvania will enter a new age of prosperity, technological advancement, and--need I say it?--world domination. Transfer the office of Fearless Leader to me willingly, and I will spare your life." Rottenov waves his hand about. "You want my office? It's yours! I hate the color scheme anyway." A young female receptionist pokes her head in the door. "A swarm of locusts here to see you, sir," she announces. "Do they have an appointment?" asks Rottenov. Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and Peabody march into Rottenov's office, wearing grasshopper costumes and brandishing tommy guns. "Drop your weapons and put your hands up!" Honeysuckle barks. The Peabody clone drops his revolver and slowly raises his hands. "The charade is over," says Peabody, glowering at his evil clone. "I know what you really are now." "Go ahead, shoot me," says the clone defiantly. "At least I'll die with dignity, and not wearing some ridiculous costume." "As much as I loathe and despise you," says Peabody, "I believe in the sanctity of all life and in the ideals embodied by the American system of justice. You will return to the future with us, where you will be tried for your foul deeds by an impartial jury..." While Peabody makes his long-winded speech, his evil clone suddenly lunges toward the time-travel device, knocking it over and rolling along the floor while grasping it tightly in his arms. Rocky and his friends point their tommy guns at him, but he jumps to his feet and shields himself with the device. "Don't shoot!" cries Peabody. "You'll destroy the time-travel device!" "Yes," gloats his clone, "and then you'll be trapped in the past forever! Muwahahaha...AAAAAARGH!" A gunshot is heard. The Peabody clone screams in pain, drops the undamaged time-travel device, and collapses to the floor, clutching his wounded foot. Honeysuckle blows the smoke from the muzzle of her tommy gun. "Hokey smoke!" says Rocky in astonishment. "How'd you do that?" "Ever hear of something called target practice?" replies the unruffled she-moose. While Peabody picks up a nearby rope and goes to tie up his injured clone and attend to his wound, Honeysuckle, Rocky, and Sherman, still dressed like grasshoppers, point their weapons at the Bullwinkle clone. "Fearless, program the time-travel device to take us back to our own year," Honeysuckle orders. "Bullwinkle clone, you're coming too. Don't try any funny stuff." "You mean like this?" The evil moose stretches his lips with his fingers, revealing all of his teeth, and waves his tongue about. His pupils roll around in the whites of his eyes. Honeysuckle starts to laugh riotously. While she is distracted, the Bullwinkle clone jumps forward and knocks the tommy gun from her hands with a mighty swipe of his antlers. Honeysuckle deftly counters with a side kick, knocking the villainous moose onto the floor. As Rocky and Sherman point their tommy guns in his direction, Honeysuckle motions for them to stand back. "Leave him to me," she instructs them. "You two have such lousy aim, you'd probably hit me instead of him." The battle is joined. The Bullwinkle clone clambers to his feet and charges at Honeysuckle, who leaps out of his path. He smashes into the wall...and keeps going. Honeysuckle pursues him through the newly created hole. They are now on the thatched roof of Rottenov's HQ, exchanging kicks and punches. What the Bullwinkle clone lacks in martial arts prowess, he makes up for in dumb luck, dodging most of Honeysuckle's attacks by hopping back and forth while waving his head. "Will you hold still so I can knock you out?" Honeysuckle urges him. "Knock me out?" boasts the evil moose. "My skull is so thick, you'd have to drop a ton of bricks on me to knock me out!" Knowing what will inevitably follow, Honeysuckle jumps out of the way. A pallet of bricks plunges from the sky, landing directly on top of the Bullwinkle clone's head. So great is its momentum that it crashes through five stories of the building and comes to rest on the bottom floor, with the moose flattened underneath it. After descending five flights of stairs, Honeysuckle finds the Bullwinkle clone semi-conscious and delirious, buried underneath a pile of strewn bricks. "Humina humina humina..." he mumbles. Honeysuckle grins. "It works every time." _** * * * Moments later, our heroes arrive in the present day along with the captured evil duplicates!_ The time-travel device appears, accompanied by Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, Peabody, and Fearless Leader. The evil Bullwinkle and Peabody clones are bound hand and foot, and one of the Peabody clone's feet is bandaged. Rocky and his friends are still toting their tommy guns. They have landed in the middle of a grassy field in Neutrylvania, a neutral country that borders Pottsylvania. "I'm impressed," Honeysuckle says to Fearless Leader. "You kept your word for once." "I was afraid we'd end up in a Pottsylvanian dungeon," says Rocky. "It was the least I could do for such a worthy adversary," says Fearless Leader. "Do you mean me, or him?" asks Honeysuckle, gesturing toward Rocky. "Stand back, everyone," Peabody warns his friends. Aiming his tommy gun at the time-travel device, he riddles the delicate circuitry with bullets. "Better luck with your next scheme, Fearless," Honeysuckle encourages the spymaster. "I'll be back!" vows Fearless Leader, who then walks away toward the Pottsylvanian border, grumbling bitterly. "The airport should be that way," says Peabody, pointing. _Upon arriving at the Neutrylvanian International Airport, our heroes board a plane and return to the United States. They find Bullwinkle waiting for them at DDEWHD headquarters.**_ Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and Peabody are chatting with Bullwinkle, who has recovered from his injuries. "They drew three new ribs for me, and I was good as new," the moose relates. "I wish you could've come along, Bullwinkle," says Rocky. "It was quite an adventure." "Yeah, but you did just fine without me," says Bullwinkle sadly. "It was only that one mission, bully boy," says Honeysuckle reassuringly. "From now on, you and Rocky will work together again. Of course, I'll tag along from time to time." "I know I'm taking it harder than I should," Bullwinkle admits. "You see, Rocky and I have been partners ever since...ever since we were drawn, and when I found out I'd been replaced, it...it hit me like a ton of bricks." Rocky, Honeysuckle, Sherman, and Peabody suddenly flee in terror. "Huh? Where'd they all go?" THE END End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Adventure, Humor	Fanfiction	null	80,575	12,487.1
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle Time Travel Fun The Way-Back Machine is property of Dr. Peabody. I 'borrowed' it from him. The original story is property of the Japanese people. I have taken liberties with the original story for the sake of making mine work. Please enjoy and leave a review. * * * Time Travel Fun A Rocky and Bullwinkle fanfiction by Ryuus2 A 'Way-back' machine is a time machine. I stole this machine so I could use it to go back in time and win the lottery. Unfortunately I forgot to steal the instruction manual as well. This is why I now find myself running away from a group of angry samurai. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream as I run away. "I hate Karma! Wait, Karma is an Indian concept." I narrowly dodge a sword swipe. "Why the hell am I worrying about technicalities at a time like this!" I shout as I put on more speed. Just as I'm about to dodge another attack a handsome man in fine silks wielding a sword which exudes power and riding the most impressive horse I have ever seen rides onto the scene and scatters the samurai. He offers me a hand up and I take it without question. "Thanks for the save," I pant out as we ride off. "You are welcome," he responds. "So, what is your name, and why were those men after you?" he asks, turning his head to look at me out of the corner of his eye. "I'm Louis. I was trying to…change my luck and then found myself in the middle of their camp. They didn't like that I'd shown up unannounced so they attacked me and I ran. Then you rode up and saved me and the rest, as they say, is history," I tell him from the back of the horse. "So, what should I call my savior?" "I am called Susano-o." "Susano-o? The storm god Susano-o? Brother of the sun goddess Amaterasu and moon god Tsukiyomi, wielder of the Kusanagi sword, defeater of the Yamata no Orochi? THAT Susano-o?" I ask open mouthed. "Hahaha! You seem to know quite a bit. You must be a scholar." "Something like that," I mumble. "So, where exactly are we going?" "It is my sister Amaterasu's birthday. I was going to the party when I came across you." He turns around to look at me and asks, "wanna come?" I blink at the question and shrug. "Sure. I don't really have anywhere to be right now." * * * We arrive at the party in short order. Susano-o introduces me to the gathered gods and quickly offers me a drink. I accept. Then I am introduced to the guest of honor herself, Amaterasu. I bow modestly to Amaterasu. "It is an honor to be in your presence my lady." She smiles and gives me a brief bow in return. "Welcome," she says, "please, we do not need such formalities today." I tilt my head till I am looking directly into her eyes. "But I cannot conceive speaking with one of such outstanding beauty without such formalities, for normal words could only detract from the beauty of one such as yourself." She blushes as I continue. "As my late notice of this glorious day has prevented me from acquiring a gift which would suit one of your radiance, all I have to offer is this flower, whose own beauty is paled in your presence. Please take it none the less as it is all I have to offer." She hides her blush and smile behind her sleeve, as do several other goddesses, while others openly sigh and the smarter gods take notes. '_That corny crap actually worked? Well, seeing as I'm just short of the time where Purple Prose would be invented, and that this is probably the first time anyone has tried those lines, what I just said is completely original and new,'_ I think._ 'Cool.'_ "I gladly accept your flower, but your words are more than gift enough. Where did you learn to speak such?" "My mother told me that she dreamt she was visited by a goddess after my birth, and that the goddess kissed me and blessed me with a silver tongue. I do not know if it is true or not, but I have the gift to make women happy, and I am more than happy to use it." Susano-o sidles up to us and takes notice of the affect I'm having on his sister. "What's this? Do mine eyes deceive me or have the words of my guest brought a blush onto my unflappable sister's face?" Susano-o teases her, obviously already having had a drink to many. This causes her blush to grow, and it continues to grow as others take notice and start laughing. When her embarrassment reaches its peek she runs off into a cave to hide, taking the sun with her. "You are such an idiot," I tell Susano-o as everything goes dark. His only response is to slap himself in the face. * * * We try to salvage the party as best we can. We light torches to stave off the dark and pour out the sake to lighten the gloom, and things slowly pick up. With every round of drinks the party gets livelier. People start dancing and singing as soon as the music livens up and the inhibitions dial down. When a particular song starts playing, Ame no Uzume, the mirthful goddess of dance, loses herself in the dancing and wanders onto the table at some point. With all eyes on her and the drunk gods calling for a show, she starts a strip tease right on the table, which only makes them cheer her on with much laughter and hooting and howling. We are so loud that, her curiosity getting the better of her, Amaterasu even comes out of the cave to see what is going on. She'd have snuck right back in too, after setting her eyes on the bawdy tableau Uzume and the drunk Gods were putting on, if someone hadn't stumbled and knocked a boulder in front of the cave, sealing it off. The rumbling boulder startles everyone and draws our attention to the revealed Amaterasu. In the silence that follows the echo of the boulder fading nobody knows how to react. That is, until I kick Susano-o in the shin to get him moving. The mostly-drunk storm god hurries to apologize to Amaterasu with much stumbling and slurring. Fortunately,the sun goddess is experienced at translating her brother's drunken slurring, and she accepts his apology. Everyone cheers and proceeds to get even more drunk and rowdy. * * * In the morning I return to the present just in time for the hangover to kick in properly. "Karma bites." When I recover from the hangover later that day I do what is right and return the Way-back machine to Mr. Peabody. "Oh that old thing?" he says when I try explaining myself, "You can keep it. I've already got a new one. Oh, and here's the manual for that one. Have fun." So saying, he closes the door, leaving me standing on the stoop. I stare at the pamphlet in my hands and a grin spreads across my face. "Haha! My luck is finally changing!" I shout jubilantly and quickly open the pamphlet to begin reading "_This Way-back machine not capable of reverse jumps of less than fifty years."_ I fall down on my knees and cry, screaming "I hate Karma!" * * * I know it's not my best work by a long shot. It's actually about three years old now. But I promised myself I'd finish any story I started, regardless of whether anybody liked it or not. I had fun with it and that's all that really matters to me. End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Parody	Fanfiction	null	7,034	10,945.4
null	Rocky and Bullwinkle 1. Chapter 1 This story is rated G. Disclaimer: The Rocky and Bullwinkle characters are owned by Jay Ward & co. In this story, the voice of the Narrator is represented by _bold italic text_. ---- _As we begin our story, Rocky and Bullwinkle are enjoying a lazy summer day at their shack in the bustling metropolis of Frostbite Falls, Minnesota._ Bullwinkle is sitting on a wooden chair in what passes for the dining room. On the table in front of him sits a bottle whose label says, ANTLER-GRO. He is rubbing the oil from the bottle over his antlers and humming "She'll be Coming 'Round the Mountain" when Rocky walks in, wearing his usual flight helmet. "What's that stuff, Bullwinkle?" asks the squirrel. "It's supposed to make my antlers bigger," Bullwinkle tells him. "Where'd you get it?" "Off the Internet. Some nice person sent me an email advertising it." "That's spam!" "No, Spam comes in those little cans." Curious, Rocky picks up the bottle of oil and smells the top. "Hey, wait a minute!" he realizes. "This is camphor oil!" "It is?" Bullwinkle takes the bottle from Rocky and closely examines it. "Active ingredients: Camphor oil. Inactive ingredients: Camphor oil." "That won't make your antlers bigger," Rocky informs him. "Well, it'll help if I pull a muscle in my head," Bullwinkle reflects. "Why do you want bigger antlers, anyway?" Rocky inquires. Bullwinkle begins to speak wistfully. "Well, Rock, I'm almost forty-five years old now, so it's about time for me to head into the wilderness and find a nice she-moose." "You mean...get married?" "Yeah. Settle down, have little meeses..." Rocky perks up his ears. "Hey, what's that noise?" Bullwinkle listens carefully. "Is it my biological clock ticking?" "No." "Is it the metropolis bustling?" "No, it sounds like flapping..." Before Rocky can finish, a sparrow flies through the open window, passes through the shack, and collides against the opposite wall. The bird drops to the floor and becomes stiff. "Omigosh!" exclaims Rocky as he draws close to it. "The poor little bird!" "Yeah, he shoulda taken flying lessons from you," says Bullwinkle as he follows Rocky. As the two stand over the apparently dead bird, a man's voice begins to emanate from it. "Attention, Agent Moose and Agent Squirrel! An extremely powerful and dangerous secret weapon known as Wunderkind has disappeared from Florence Liverwurst National Laboratory. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to locate this weapon and either return it to the laboratory, or failing that, destroy it. This weapon must not, I repeat, must not fall into the hands of enemy agents. I repeat, this weapon absolutely, positively must not, under any circumstances, fall into the hands of enemy agents! This bird will self-destruct in five seconds." Rocky's face lights up with joy. Several seconds pass, and the bird explodes into a cloud of flying feathers. "Did you hear that, Bullwinkle?" Rocky asks his pal. "Yeah." Bullwinkle brushes a feather off his nose. "It sounded kinda like the time I put a parakeet in the microwave." "We've been called on a secret mission!" Rocky exults. "After all these years!" "A SECRET MISSION?" exclaims the dumbfounded moose. "Shh! Not so loud, or everybody in Frostbite Falls will know about our secret mission!" "SECRET MISSION?" "Shush up, Bullwinkle!" _Little do our heroes suspect that a hostile force is eavesdropping on them..._ A few yards away from the shack, a small gray rabbit is sitting next to the entrance to its burrow. Its sensitive ears are picking up the exchange between Rocky and Bullwinkle...and transmitting it electronically to a receiver hundreds of miles away. The receiver is operated by a sinister-looking man wearing an overcoat, who immediately taps out an email on his computer and sends it to the address Across the ocean in the tiny nation of Pottsylvania, the dreaded spymaster known as Fearless Leader is perusing his email messages. "Order Viagra online...order Viagra online...order Viagra online... Wait! What is this? Moose and squirrel on secret mission!" Fearless Leader leaps to his feet and summons a uniformed woman who stands nearby. "This is a matter of national insecurity! Sofia, go quickly and bring me the most incompetent spies on my force!" "Yes, Fearless Leader." She clicks her heels, turns and leaves. A few seconds later she returns with (who else but) Boris and Natasha in tow. Fearless Leader grins. "Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale, eh?" "At your service, Fearless Leader," says Boris. "A few new recruits came in this week," Sofia mentions. "I can check and see if any of them are less competent." Fearless Leader waves his hand. "Don't bother." The uniformed woman leaves. "For what purpose have you summoned us, Fearless Leader?" Natasha inquires. "You must go to America and recover a lost secret weapon. But to do so, you will need to outsmart your old enemies...moose and squirrel!" Terrified, Boris and Natasha sink to their knees and begin to plead for mercy. "Please, Fearless Leader!" Boris begs. "Anythink but that! Let me blow up a playground! Let me put hypnotic messages in American popular music! But please, please, please...not moose and squirrel!" Natasha clutches her ears. "The puns! The puns!" "Very well," says Fearless Leader. "I will do it myself. No one will suspect a man with a scar and monocle. Of course, that means I will get the promotion." "Promotion?" repeat Boris and Natasha in unison. "This secret weapon will tip the balance of power in favor of Pottsylvania," the spymaster tells them. "Whichever spy brinks it back will surely be rewarded with great honors...and may even become the next Mr. Big." Boris and Natasha rise to their feet. Their eyes are full of ambition. "Did you hear that, Boris darlink?" says Natasha. "I'm goink to be the next Mr. Big!" "You? What about me?" "You can be Mrs. Big." Boris looks confused. _Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of miles away..._ Unbeknownst to Boris, Natasha, and Fearless Leader, their conversation is being monitored from a futuristic communications center located hundreds of feet below the surface of the moon. Cloyd the moon man sits at one of the consoles, his expression one of anxiety. "Gidney, come here, quick!" he calls out. His friend Gidney the moon man hurries to his side. "What is it, Cloyd?" "Our old friends Rocky and Bullwinkle have been called to retrieve a secret weapon, but Boris and Natasha are plotting to beat them to it!" "Hokey smoke!" exclaims Gidney. "We've got to go to Earth and help them!" Moments later, Gidney and Cloyd are standing in the presence of the Moon Queen, wearing their holster belts and scrooch guns. "You were wise to bring this to my attention," says the Queen. "Ever since an Earth man walked on the surface of our world, I have suspected that some day they would attempt an invasion. If the weapon you speak of is truly as powerful as the Earth leaders claim, then they must intend to deploy it against us. Gidney, Cloyd, you must travel to Earth, find this weapon, and either return it to the moon, or destroy it." "Yes, Your Grace," say Gidney and Cloyd meekly. "I thought we were going to help Rocky and Bullwinkle," Cloyd says to his friend as they depart the Queen's palace. "I didn't expect to be sent on a secret mission." "Orders are orders," Gidney replies with a hint of sadness. "I just hope we don't end up having to scrooch our friends." _So, the stage is set. The plot thickens. Who will reach the secret weapon first? Our heroes? The spies? The moon men? Be sure to see the next exciting episode, "Malice from the Moon", or "I Wonder What a Wunderkind Is"._ 2. Chapter 2 _In our last episode, our heroes learned of a secret weapon that had been lost from Florence Liverwurst National Laboratory, and were ordered to keep it out of enemy hands at any cost. Now, as they fly towards San Diablo, California to obtain information from the laboratory, their tireless enemies Boris and Natasha are making their own way around the world in hopes of getting their grubby little mitts on the mysterious weapon!_ "What do you mean, grubby?" says Boris to the Narrator. "I washed my hands a month ago!" The scene shifts to an airport security line. Everyone in the line, with the exception of Boris and Natasha, is a dark-complexioned, bearded man clad in an Arabic robe and turban. A man wearing the uniform of an airport security guard approaches Boris and Natasha, and gestures. "Sir, ma'am, you've been randomly selected for search. Please step over to the wall and spread out your arms." "Bah!" protests Boris. "Just because we are from Pottsylvania, you think we are spies!" The guard runs his wand over Boris, and it starts beeping. He reaches into Boris' overcoat and pulls out a stick of dynamite. "I'll have to confiscate this, sir," he states. "But...but..." "We'll just have to fish the old-fashioned way, Boris darlink," says Natasha. _At the same time, a strange vessel has appeared in the stratosphere!_ The scene cuts to the stratosphere, where a strange vessel has appeared. It is round and covered with blinking lights. Inside, Gidney and Cloyd are seated at a console, manipulating the controls. "We must make sure the Earthlings don't see us when we land, Cloyd," says Gidney. "Not a problem, Gidney," says Cloyd. "I'm landing the ship in the middle of the New Mexico desert, about thirty-five miles from a small town called Roswell." _Soon our heroes arrive in California, only to be met with a severe disappointment._ Rocky and Bullwinkle are standing in front of the Hurtz car rental desk, talking to a young female clerk. "What do you mean, you don't have a convertible?" Bullwinkle complains. "The Bulls came this morning to play the Lakers, and rented them all," the clerk tells him. "This is an outrage!" shouts the angry moose. "I demand to see the person in charge! Do you have any idea who I am?" "You're Bullwinkle the Moose," says the clerk indifferently. "Think you can remember that, or should I write it down?" A short while later, Bullwinkle is hunched over in the driver's seat of a compact car that can barely contain him, and Rocky is belted into the passenger's seat. They are driving along a two-lane road in the middle of the desert. "Still want bigger antlers?" Rocky asks his friend. "Hmph," grunts Bullwinkle. They pass a sign that says, WELCOME TO SAN DIABLO, HOME OF FLORENCE LIVERWURST NATIONAL LABORATORY AND NOT MUCH ELSE. _Little do our heroes suspect that yet another disappointment awaits them at this bastion of scientific progress in the middle of the desert._ In a small auditorium, Rocky and Bullwinkle are greeted by a dozen or so scientists, both men and women, who are dressed in casual clothing. The foremost, a man whose badge reads "Dr. Seymour Tightlips", shakes hands with Bullwinkle. "I'm Dr. Seymour Tightlips," he announces. "I'm very glad that you could come out to see us. I was a big fan of your cartoons when I was a kid, and I know that if anyone can bring back Wunderkind, you can." "Dr. Tightlips, what exactly is Wunderkind?" Rocky inquires. "I can't tell you," says the doctor. "It's top secret." "At least tell us what it looks like." "I can't tell you that either." "How are we supposed to find it if we don't know what it is or what it looks like?" "If I tell you what it is or what it looks like, I'll have to kill you, and how will you find it if you're dead?" _Meanwhile, our favorite villains and scoundrels, Boris and Natasha, are attempting to gain access to the laboratory._ At the gate leading into the lab, Boris and Natasha are standing in front of a security booth, talking to the grizzled old man who guards the entrance. "Do you have a security clearance?" the guard asks them. "A security clearance? Ho, ho!" Boris laughs. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Boris Badenov, and this is my partner, Natasha Fatale. We are..." "You're Pottsylvanian spies," says the guard. "I've seen every episode of your show, but you're still not getting inside without a security clearance." "Where do we get this security clearance, darlink?" asks Natasha. "You have to fill out dozens of forms and wait for two years while the government processes them," explains the guard. "Or, if you can't wait that long, we hold a raffle every Sunday." "Come, Natasha," says Boris. "I get the feelink we are not welcome here." As Boris and Natasha leave, Snidely Whiplash walks up to the security booth, grinning mischievously. "Snidely, old chum!" the guard greets him. "Come on in!" At the edge of the tiny town of San Diablo, Rocky and Bullwinkle are walking along the street. "I don't think we'll get any help from the scientists," says Rocky glumly. "We'll have to figure out what Wunderkind is by ourselves." "I can't even pronounce Wunderkind," says Bullwinkle. "It's German. It means 'child prodigy'." "What's a prodigy?" "Uh..." _1. A person with exceptional talents or powers. 2. An act or event so extraordinary or rare as to inspire wonder._ "Thanks." As the pair reaches the end of the street, Rocky spies a strange set of tracks leading into the seemingly endless expanse of desert. "Hokey smoke!" he exclaims, pointing. "Those are the weirdest tracks I've ever seen! They're perfectly round!" Bullwinkle bends over to analyze the tracks. "They must have been left by aliens!" "Or a very heavy person with round feet!" "Let's see where they lead to!" Rocky and Bullwinkle head off into the desert, following the round tracks. _Five hours later..._ Rocky and Bullwinkle are trudging through the sand and sagebrush, sweating and gasping with thirst. "I'm...really...thirsty, Bullwinkle," Rocky pants. "I think...we should...stop...and get some...water." "Good...idea, Rock," groans Bullwinkle. They turn around and find to their dismay that the town of San Diablo has completely disappeared from their view. They look in all directions and see nothing but barren desert. "Omigosh, Bullwinkle!" cries Rocky. "We're lost!" "We're not lost. The tracks will lead us back to..." _Suddenly our heroes are caught in a blinding sandstorm!_ A blinding sandstorm arises from nowhere and coats Rocky and Bullwinkle in sand. A few seconds later, it disappears as quickly as it came. "Oh, very funny," says Rocky as he empties the sand from his flight helmet. _It's time for the cliffhanger. I had to do something._ "Oh, no!" Bullwinkle realizes. "The tracks are covered up! Now we'll never find our way back to San Diablo!" "We'll die of thirst in the desert!" Rocky exclaims. _Be sure to see our next exciting episode, "Shadow of a Drought", or, "Dude, Where's my Canteen?"_ 3. Chapter 3 _When we last left our heroes, they were stranded in the middle of the desert, with no sign of civilization or water as far as they could see!_ Rocky and Bullwinkle are staggering through the barren waste, looking desperately for water. The sun beats down on them mercilessly. "Hey, you don't happen to have any water, do you?" Bullwinkle asks the Narrator. _Nope, sorry. But I've got some potato chips._ Rocky's face lights up suddenly. "Bullwinkle, I've got an idea!" "What?" "Pick me up and throw me into the air as hard as you can, then I'll glide down. Maybe I'll see some water!" "Okay, here we go!" Bullwinkle grabs Rocky and hurls him into the air with all his might. As he floats about on the air currents, Rocky glances to the left and right...and sees something. "Look, over there! I see a town! Bullwinkle?" Rocky glides closer to the ground, only to be grabbed by a pair of greedy hands... "Boris Badenov!" "Muwahahaha! We meet again, squirrel!" The archvillain Boris tightens his grip on Rocky. Next to him stand Natasha and Bullwinkle, who has been bound hand and foot. Nearby are a pair of motor scooters. "You won't get away with this!" Rocky vows. Boris shrugs. "Get away with what?" "Uh...whatever it is you're trying to get away with." "What makes you think I'm tryink to get away with anythink?" says Boris innocently. "Natasha and I were enjoyink a little ride in the desert, and we saw you, and decided to tie you up and leave you to be eaten by coyotes for old time's sake." As he speaks, he takes a rope from his overcoat and begins to tie Rocky's hands. "It would be quicker to blow you up," says Natasha, "but the security guard at the airport confiscated our bombs." "Boris, you're nothing but a nasty, miserable, rotten, foul, unscrupulous..." As Rocky speaks, his mouth dries up until he can no longer continue, but can only pant. Boris has now bound his hands and feet. "Oh, please, keep going! I love compliments!" Boris reaches into his overcoat and pulls out a canteen. "Here, have some water." He opens the canteen and carefully pours a few drops into Rocky's mouth. "...lying, cheating, conniving, ruthless..." Rocky starts to pant again. Boris drops him on the ground, where he flops about helplessly. "Adios, darlinks!" says Natasha, climbing onto her motor scooter. "Tell the coyotes we're sorry we can't join them for dinner!" says Boris. The two spies start their scooters and ride off into the desert. Rocky and Bullwinkle struggle uselessly against the ropes that bind them. "What'll we do now, Rocky?" Bullwinkle wonders. "We just had a cliffhanger!" "I...I..." Rocky struggles to speak, but his mouth is too dry. _Just when things can't get any more hopeless for our heroes..._ Bullwinkle strains his ears. "Hey, Rocky, what's that noise?" "It's someone on a horse!" rasps Rocky. "We're saved!" Moments later, Dudley Do-Right rides past them, seated backwards on his trusty horse. He tips his hat at the boys and continues onward, vanishing into the horizon. "He must be going to get help," says Bullwinkle. _One hour later..._ "Oh, what's the use?" groans Bullwinkle. "No one will ever find us except the coyotes, and they'll chew us into little pieces." "Bullwinkle, that's it!" cried Rocky. "What's it?" "I'll chew through your ropes!" Rocky inches over the sand toward Bullwinkle until he gets close enough to grab the rope binding Bullwinkle's hands between his sharp squirrel teeth. _So Rocky chews and chews and chews, until finally..._ Bullwinkle's rope breaks. He pulls his hands apart, quickly unties his feet, and raises his arms in triumph. "I'm free!" He starts to run giddily through the desert. "I'm free! I'm free!" "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Rocky calls to him. "Oh, yeah." Bullwinkle stops running. "Thanks, Rocky." He starts to run again. "Bullwinkle, wait! You're forgetting something else!" "Oh, yeah." Bullwinkle stops running. "Which way is that town you saw?" Rocky gestures with his head. "It's right over that hill." "Thanks." Bullwinkle starts to run again. "Aren't you gonna untie me?" asks the squirrel impatiently. Bullwinkle stopps in his tracks. "D'oh!" _And so our tired, thirsty heroes march onward until they reach the nearby town of Muy Quiente, California._ It is twilight, and Rocky and Bullwinkle trudge slowly and wearily into a neighborhood at the edge of the desert. They come upon a little blond girl clad in a white blouse and blue skirt, who is jumping rope on the sidewalk. "Hey, little girl," says Bullwinkle hoarsely, "how about a little water for us wandering desert nomads?" The little girl drops her rope and looks at them with amazement. "You're...you're...Rocky and Bullwinkle! You're from that new show on Cartoon Network!" "There's a new show?" Rocky marvels. "What's your name?" Bullwinkle inquires. "Eureka," the girl replies. "Eureka Camphor." Bullwinkle sighs. "Oh, I'll never get that smell out of my antlers!" "Come inside," Eureka offers. "We've got lots of water." Eureka hurries toward the front door of her house, while Rocky and Bullwinkle walk slowly behind her. "Mom! Mom!" the girl calls out. "Some cartoon characters have come to visit us!" Eureka's mother, Mrs. Camphor, is busily kneading bread dough in the kitchen. "I hope it's not the Powerpuff Girls again," she says. "Last time they were here, they set the drapes on fire with their heat vision." "No, Mom, it's..." Mrs. Camphor's eyes go wide with shock when she sees the two visitors. "Rocky and Bullwinkle! But...but I thought you were cancelled!" "We were," says Bullwinkle, "but that's not the same thing as being dead." "Make yourselves comfortable," says Mrs. Camphor. "I'll get you some water." Moments later, Rocky and Bullwinkle are seated with Eureka and her mother, sipping water from their glasses. "There's a road between here and San Diablo," Mrs. Camphor tells them. "My husband takes it every morning when he goes to work at the lab." "We would have taken the road, but we saw some weird tracks in the desert and we followed them," says Rocky. "We're on a secret..." Bullwinkle starts to say. "Shush, Bullwinkle!" "You don't have to tell me anything," says Mrs. Camphor. "I understand. Everything's secret around here." "Mrs. Camphor, have you ever heard of something called Wunderkind?" asks Rocky. Eureka gasps. Mrs. Camphor's face goes pale with fright. "You all right?" asks Bullwinkle. Mrs. Camphor stammers. "Uh...er...no, I...I've never heard of anything with that name." Rocky glances at Bullwinkle suspiciously. _Is Mrs. Camphor telling the truth? Or does she know more than she's letting on? Don't miss our next thrill-packed episode, "Deceit in the Desert", or, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"._ 4. Chapter 4 _In our last episode, our weary heroes escaped from the desert and were invited into the home of Mrs. Camphor and her daughter, Eureka._ As the sun rises over the desert, Rocky and Bullwinkle are seated at the dinner table in Mrs. Camphor's house. Eureka, still dressed in her pajamas, sits across from them, while Mrs. Camphor is preparing breakfast. "It was sure nice of you to let us stay the night, Mrs. Camphor," says Rocky. "Don't mention it," the woman replies. "With all the violence in today's cartoons, it's nice to meet some old-fashioned characters who don't fight or break things. So, what do you boys want for breakfast?" "Got any Super Sugar Crisp?" asks Bullwinkle. "What?" "He means Golden Crisp, Mom," says Eureka. Bullwinkle becomes confused. "What? They took out the sugar?" "No, they just changed the name," Eureka tells him. "That's outrageous!" the moose complains. "Wait until Sugar Bear hears about this!" "Hey, guys," says Eureka, "before you leave town, can I ask you a favor?" "Sure," says Rocky. "I'd like you to come to show-and-tell at my school." "Sure, we'd love to!" exclaims Rocky. "What's show-and-tell?" asks Bullwinkle. "Remember when you were in third grade and you took a butane torch to school and almost burned it down?" asks Rocky. "Oh, yeah! I remember now. Ah, those were the days." _Soon afterward, our heroes arrive at Eureka Camphor's third-grade class._ The scene cuts to a classroom, with pictures of U.S. presidents, letters of the alphabet, and popular PBS characters lining the walls. About a dozen kids are seated at desks, talking quietly to each other. The teacher, a red-haired woman in her early thirties, is sitting at the front desk, preparing the day's lesson. The door to the classroom opens and Eureka walks in, followed closely by Rocky and Bullwinkle. "Hey, everybody!" Eureka announced. "Look who I brought!" The children gasp in disbelief. "Who are they?" asks a little boy. "Rocky and Bullwinkle, stupid," answers a little girl. "They're cartoon characters from the 60's." "Welcome to my class," says the teacher. "I'm Miss Thurber." "Pleased to meet you," says Rocky. "Bullwinkle and I are happy to be here." Eureka sits down, while Bullwinkle starts to address the kids with enthusiasm. "Okay kids, who's your favorite cartoon character?" "Bart Simpson!" "Ginger Foutley!" "Pikachu!" "Kim Possible!" "I've never heard of any of those characters," says Rocky. "Kids don't watch old cartoons anymore," Eureka tells him. "The new cartoons have better animation." "Yeah, but our show had better puns," says Bullwinkle. The door opens again, and a little girl enters. She has short brown hair and wears a red denim skirt. She looks at all the other children, then at Rocky and Bullwinkle, with an expression of scientific curiosity. "Oh, we have a new pupil in our class," notes Miss Thurber. "What's your name?" The new girl speaks in an emotionless tone. "My name is Florence. Florence Liverwurst." The kids burst out laughing. "What a lovely name," says the teacher. "Were you named after the laboratory?" "I named myself after the laboratory, yes." As the kids chuckle, Miss Thurber stands in front of them. "Have a seat, Florence, and we'll get started with today's lesson." As Florence seats herself at a desk, she points toward Rocky and Bullwinkle. "Why are they here?" "Is there any reason why they shouldn't be here?" asks Miss Thurber. "I'm simply inquiring as to their purpose," says Florence. "They are not third graders, nor are they employed by the school, so their presence requires an explanation." "I brought them here for show-and-tell, Miss Know-it-All," says Eureka. "I'm Rocket J. Squirrel," says Rocky, "and this is my friend, Bullwinkle Moose." "I am aware of your identities," says Florence. "You are the stars of a 1960's cartoon series about an anthropomorphic moose and squirrel who repeatedly foil the plans of an international spy syndicate through an extremely improbable chain of bizarre coincidences." "She's on to us, Bullwinkle," Rocky whispers. "After show-and-tell," announces Miss Thurber, "we're going to talk about computers. Have you ever wondered what's inside a computer, and how it works?" Florence raises her hand. "Yes, Florence?" Florence takes a deep breath. "A computer is an array of binary circuits, each representing a logical zero or one using two distinct voltage levels. These circuits are organized in such a way that they can perform logical and numerical computations..." The other kids stare at her incredulously. _As our heroes look on in wonder, the strange little girl answers all of the teacher's questions correctly, and in great detail._ "Charles Babbage began work on his Analytical Engine in 1830, but died before it was completed. Assisting him was Ada Lovelace, the daughter of the poet Lord Byron..." The bell rings. "Is it time for me to stop?" A short while later, Eureka is saying goodbye to Rocky and Bullwinkle in front of the school entrance. "Thanks for coming to show-and-tell, guys. You were a huge hit, even though hardly anyone remembered you." "I think they were paying more attention to that smart girl," says Rocky. "Yeah," reflects Bullwinkle, "she's a regular...uh, what's the word?" "Prodigy?" Rocky reminds him. "Yeah." "I hope you'll come back soon," says Eureka. "Thanks for everything," says Rocky. The moose and squirrel start to walk away from the school, when Rocky suddenly stops in his tracks. "Wait a minute, Bullwinkle! If that girl's so smart, maybe she knows something about Wunderkind!" "You're right!" says Bullwinkle. "Let's go back and talk to her!" _Meanwhile, Florence Liverwurst is about to meet two people who will change her life forever!_ While wandering aimlessly about the playground, Florence encounters a short man with a formal suit and fake beard, and a tall woman in a black overcoat and large chapeau. "Allow me to introduce myself," says the short man. "I am Professor Ivan Smartenov from Smartenov Academy, the most expensive private school in California. And this is my colleague, Nabushka Vitale." "Charmed," says the tall woman. "Your beard is not real, sir," Florence points out. "How very observant of you." The man yanks off the beard, revealing the face of who else but Boris Badenov. "You are much too intelligent to attend a school like this," says the tall woman. "We would like to offer you a full-tuition scholarship to study at Smartenov Academy." "I accept," says Florence without hesitation. Rocky and Bullwinkle are walking toward the playground when Bullwinkle spots something and points. "Look over there! She's getting into that car with a man and woman. They must be her parents." At the side of the street, Florence is climbing into the back seat of a small car. The short man is slipping into the driver's seat, while the tall woman is occupying the passenger's seat. "Hokey smoke!" exclaims Rocky. "It's Boris and Natasha!" "How'd she get so smart with parents like those?" Bullwinkle wonders. "They're not her parents! They're kidnapping her!" As the two watch helplessly, the car driven by Boris pulls away from the curb and speeds down the street. "They're getting away!" says Rocky. _Can our heroes rescue Florence from the clutches of the Pottsylvanian spies? What will happen if they don't? Don't miss our next exciting episode, "The Smart Kidnapping", or, "Driving Miss Prodigy"._ 5. Chapter 5 _In our last episode, our heroes watched as the young prodigy Florence Liverwurst was taken away by Boris and Natasha, who were posing as teachers from an exclusive private school._ Boris is driving down the street in the desert town of Muy Quiente, California, wearing a formal suit. Natasha is in the passenger's seat, clad in a long overcoat, her chapeau sitting in her lap. Florence, in the back seat, is speaking to them in an emotionless voice. "What are the areas of study at Smartenov Academy?" Boris answers, "We believe in the three D's--deceit, double-crossing, and..." "Boris, darlink, you are thinkink of that other school," Natasha corrects him. "At Smartenov we teach the three R's--reading, writing, and arithmetic." "'Writing' and 'arithmetic' do not start with the letter R," Florence points out. "You're a very clever little girl," says Natasha. "Many great scientists were once pupils at Smartenov Academy," Boris continues. "Some of them are now workink on a project called Wunderkind. Have you heard of it?" "Yes." "What do you know of it?" "I should not discuss it." _Meanwhile, our heroes are in hot pursuit of the fleeing spies!_ Not far behind the car driven by Boris is a yellow cab, driven by a young man wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Rocky and Bullwinkle are seated in the back, and as usual, Bullwinkle is hunched over to make room for his antlers. "Thanks a lot for giving us a ride, Mr., uh..." Rocky begins to say. "Gidney," replies the young man. "Hey, we know somebody named Gidney," says Rocky. The taxi driver suddenly begins to morph, and is replaced by Gidney and Cloyd. Gidney is sitting on top of Cloyd's head, manipulating the steering wheel while Cloyd controls the brakes and accelerator. They are wearing their holsters and scrooch guns. "I believe you also know somebody named Cloyd," says Cloyd. "Hokey smoke, Bullwinkle!" says Rocky. "It's our old friends, the moon men!" "What are they doing here?" wonders Bullwinkle. "The same thing that you're doing," Gidney explains. "Trying to keep Wunderkind out of enemy hands." "Then that girl does know about Wunderkind," observes Rocky. "Stupid Earth squirrel," says Cloyd. "She IS Wunderkind!" "What?" exclaim the stupefied moose and squirrel. "We scanned her," says Gidney. "She's some sort of highly advanced artificial life form." "You mean a robot?" says Bullwinkle. "She's way beyond a robot," says Cloyd. "We've never seen anything like her, even on the moon." "Boris and Natasha don't know what she is," says Gidney. "Since 'wunderkind' means 'gifted child', they're questioning all the gifted children they can find." "But you're from the moon," Rocky notes. "Why are you mixed up in this?" "Hey, we're American citizens, remember?" Cloyd reminds him. _For miles and miles, our heroes and the moon men follow the spies and the captive little girl._ The cab containing Rocky, Bullwinkle, and the moom men follows Boris' car into a small town. A sign by the side of the road says, WELCOME TO CORPUS CRUSTY, CALIFORNIA. POPULATION: LOYAL AMERICANS, 5,000. ENEMY SPIES, 0. Bullwinkle sticks his head out the window of the cab to air out his antlers. He sees sinister-looking townsfolk walking along the street, wearing overcoats and sunglasses. Even the children playing in the park are dressed like spies. "This town gives me the creeps, Rocky," he says anxiously. Soon Boris' car stops in front of a dilapidated warehouse. Boris and Natasha climb out of the car, and lead Florence through the entrance into the building. The moon men park the cab at the side of the street, half a block away. "Thanks for the lift, Gidney and Cloyd," says Rocky. "That'll be eighty dollars," says Gidney, checking the meter. Inside the warehouse, Boris, Natasha, and Florence come out of an elevator and are greeted by a short woman who wears a uniform similar to that of Fearless Leader. "Florence, I would like you to meet our headmistress, Katerina Smartenov," Boris introduces her. "No relation." "I am pleased to meet you," says Florence politely. "When do we commence lessons?" "You have come to train as a spy?" asks the short woman. "Spi...nal injury specialist," Natasha interrupts her. "I know nothink of such things," says the short woman. "Of course not," says Boris. "Your specialty is quantum mechanics. The faculty members at Smartenov Academy have very diverse interests." "I would like to help bring about world peace," states Florence. "Oh, such language!" says the short woman in disgust. "It warms the heart and stirs the soul!" says Natasha insincerely. "Is there a member of your faculty who can assist me?" Florence inquires. "Unfortunately, Professor Pyotr Peacenik is on sabbatical," replies Boris, "but he will return next year." Several more spies approach the group, including a tall man with a beard. "An update on the spellink champion from Fresno, Katerina," he tells the short woman. "He has been successfully abducted." Boris chuckles "You meant to say 'inducted'." "Have you questioned the girl, Boris?" the tall man inquires. "Er...not yet," says Boris, "but I think she will have no trouble passink the entrance exam." _Meanwhile, our heroes are preparing for an all-out assault on the spy hideout!_ In front of the warehouse entrance, Gidney and Cloyd are adjusting the settings on their scrooch guns, while Rocky and Bullwinkle stand behind them. " My scrooch gun is set for 100 years, Gidney," says Cloyd. "By the time they thaw out, they'll be spies for a country that no longer exists." "Bullwinkle, we need a diversion!" Rocky instructs his pal. Bullwinkle pulls a top hat from behind his back. "Hey, Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!" "Not that kind of diversion!" "Okay, whatever." Bullwinkle shrugs and tosses the hat aside. When it lands on the ground, a rabbit emerges and scurries away. Inside the spy compound, Katerina the spy is handing a pencil and sheet of paper to Florence, who is seated at a desk. There are no other desks in the room. "In order to enroll in Smartenov Academy," she tells the girl, "you must answer all of the questions on this test." Florence quickly reads over the test questions. They are as follows: 1. Who was the eleventh president of the evil capitalist empire United States? 2. How many evil capitalists does it take to change a lightbulb? 3. Write down everythink you know about the scientific project Wunderkind. "Well?" says Katerina impatiently. "Ma'am, in order to answer the third question, I must see your security clearance." Katerina pulls a machine gun out of her overcoat. "I have all the clearance I need right here." The other spies take positions behind Katerina and pull out their machine guns, except for Boris and Natasha. "Where are your guns?" the short woman asks them. "The airport police took them," explains Natasha. "I am givink you one last chance," Katerina warns Florence. "Where is Wunderkind?" Florence, still sitting at her desk, shows no sign of fear. Suddenly the door bursts open and Bullwinkle charges through, antlers first. Rocky follows closely behind, with Gidney and Cloyd taking up the rear, scrooch guns drawn. "Hold it right there, you rotten spies!" shouts Rocky. "Moose and squirrel!" exclaims Boris. "They followed us!" The spies who have weapons aim them at Rocky, Bullwinkle, and the moon men. Gidney and Cloyd disappear, then suddenly reappear in front of Rocky and Bullwinkle, waving their scrooch guns menacingly. "Drop your weapons or prepare to be scrooched!" Gidney demands. "Oh, what darlink little children!" gushes Katerina. "I must give them some candy!" "We're not children," Cloyd tells her. "We're moon men." "Well, in that case, kill them!" The armed spies take aim with their machine guns and fire at the moon men, who return fire with their scrooch guns. _And so, the battle begins. Who will emerge triumphant? Find out in our next exciting episode, "You Scrooch My Back, I'll Scrooch Yours," or, "I May Have to Up the Rating for Violence"._ 6. Chapter 6 _When we last left our heroes, they were raiding the spy hideout in Corpus Crusty, California, which resulted in a firefight between the spies and the moon men!_ As Rocky and Bullwinkle watch in breathless suspense, and Florence observes dispassionately from her desk, the moon men teleport about the room, firing scrooch beams and dodging bullets from the spies' machine guns. "Quick, Bullwinkle!" says Rocky. "Let's get Florence out of here!" The two run to Florence's desk, where Bullwinkle grabs the girl around the shoulders and Rocky lifts her feet. They hurry out of the room as bullets and scrooch rays fly around them. Moments later, they run through the warehouse exit and put Florence down on the sidewalk. "Where are we going?" asks Florence. "We're taking you back to the laboratory where you were created," Rocky answers. "I refuse to go," says Florence indignantly. "Why?" wonders Rocky. "I was programmed to be benevolent and peaceful, but the scientists wanted to use me to design new weapons to kill people. So I ran away and changed my appearance so they would not find me." "But we can't leave you to those spies!" Rocky insists. Florence speaks in her usual emotionless tone. "Why should I not attend a prestigious and expensive private school in order to increase my already encyclopedic knowledge?" Rocky looks around and sees some discarded construction materials by the side of the warehouse, including some long blocks of wood. "Stay right where you are, Florence. Bullwinkle and I are going to have a private little chat." He leads Bullwinkle around the corner of the warehouse, where they are out of Florence's sight, and begins to talk quietly. "Bullwinkle, you know what we have to do if we can't return Wunderkind to the lab." "Resign our commissions in disgrace?" asks Bullwinkle. "No." "Put on petticoats and drive down Madison Avenue on a zamboni?" "No!" "Destroy her to keep her from falling into enemy hands?" "No! I mean, yes!" "But we can't destroy her," Bullwinkle protests. "She's a little girl." "She's a robot," Rocky reminds him. "She only looks like a little girl." Bullwinkle's tone becomes one of resignation. "Uh, okay, Rock." "I'll go talk to her," Rocky instructs him, "and you take one of these big blocks of wood and come up behind her. When I turn around and put my hands over my eyes, that's your signal. Think you can handle that?" "I'll take a crack at it." Rocky walks back to Florence and starts to talk to her, while Bullwinkle sneaks up behind her, holding one of the blocks of wood over his head. "I wish you'd go back to the lab with us," Rocky urges her. "I think we can reason with the scientists and convince them to use you for peaceful purposes." "They created me for the express purpose of designing new weapons," says Florence. "That purpose is incompatible with my peaceful programming. I would rather be deactivated than return to the laboratory." "All right, have it your way," says Rocky sadly. He turns around and puts his hands over his eyes. Several seconds later he pulls away his hands and turns his head. To his surprise, Florence is still standing in front of him, undamaged. Bullwinkle is standing behind her with the block of wood raised over his head. "I can't do it, Rocky!" says the moose hopelessly. "But you have to, Bullwinkle!" Rocky insists. "I'm serious! I can't go through with it!" "Why not?" "Because she's got a force shield!" To demonstrate, Bullwinkle swings his club downward in an attempt to hit Florence, but an invisible barrier noiselessly deflects it. "Hokey smoke!" marvels Rocky. "Why are you trying to hurt me?" Florence asks them. "Are you my enemies?" "No! We're not!" Rocky tells her. "Oh, yes, they are!" comes Cloyd's voice. Gidney and Cloyd have suddenly appeared in front of the warehouse, their scrooch guns smoking. Other than a few slight burns and bruises, they seem none the worse for wear from their battle with the spies. "Come with us, Florence," Gidney invites the girl. "We'll take you to a place where you'll never be asked to make weapons of destruction...the moon!" "I accept," says Florence. "Hey, you can't take her to the moon!" Rocky protests. "She's the property of the U.S. Government!" "Don't take this personally, guys," says Cloyd calmly. "We're acting under the orders of the Moon Queen." "Look at it this way," says Gidney. "You'll save on animation costs." With that, Gidney and Cloyd raise their scrooch guns and fire at Rocky and Bullwinkle, freezing them solid. Florence looks at the petrified moose and squirrel with her usual scientific detachment. Then Cloyd looks at his scrooch gun and gasps. "Oh, no! I forgot to change the setting after scrooching all those spies!" "So did I!" realizes Gidney. "We just scrooched our friends for a hundred years!" _Could this finally be the end for our heroes? Be sure to see our next thrilling episode, "22nd Century Moose", or, "Still Life With Squirrel"!_ 7. Chapter 7 _Horror of horrors! Our heroes have been scrooched for a hundred years!_ In front of the warehouse that serves as a spy hideout, Gidney and Cloyd look sadly at the immobile moose and squirrel. Florence continues to display no emotion. "Some of the spies got away," Gidney remarks. "We'd better skedaddle before they come back for a rematch." "But we can't leave Rocky and Bullwinkle like this," says Cloyd. "You're right," Gidney acknowledges. "We should take them to the moon with us and look for a way to unscrooch them." "Bullwinkle looks really heavy," observes Cloyd. "Do you think the two of us can carry him to the taxi?" "Leave that to me." Florence grabs Rocky under one arm and lifts Bullwinkle with the other, and effortlessly carries the two toward the cab that the moon men arrived in. "How convenient," says Gidney. The moon men follow after Florence. After a few minutes of struggling to squeeze the frozen Bullwinkle into the back seat, they finally decide to strap him to the top of the cab. As Florence climbs into the back seat and places Rocky next to her, Boris and Natasha watch them in astonishment from behind a corner of the warehouse. "The moon creatures have keeled moose and squirrel!" marvels Natasha. "Those dirty back-stabbing double crossers!" complains Boris. "I should congratulate them!" "At last moose and squirrel will trouble us no more!" Natasha exults. "So what do we do now?" wonders Boris. _While Boris and Natasha consider the prospect of life in a moose-and-squirrel-free world, the moon men transport our congelated heroes to the New Mexico desert, where they have hidden their spaceship._ Gidney and Cloyd park the taxicab in a remote desert location. They jump out and start to unstrap Bullwinkle from the top of the vehicle, while Florence pulls Rocky out of the back seat. "The ship should be right over that ridge," says Cloyd, pointing. When Gidney, Cloyd, and Florence (who is once again carrying Rocky and Bullwinkle) reach the other side of the ridge, they are suddenly greeted with a blinding barrage of camera flashes. "What the..." exclaims Gidney. Standing between them and the spaceship is a mob of reporters and strangely dressed hippies. They all yell and cheer when they see the aliens. "Great Scott!" cries Cloyd. "We've gone back in time to the 1960's!" One of the reporters gloats over the picture she has just taken. "Finally, positive proof of extraterrestrial life!" The hippies start to throng the consternated moon men. "Like, take me with you, man!" begs a hippie man. "I want to have your child!" pleads a hippie woman. Gidney and Cloyd whip out their scrooch guns and wave them threateningly, causing the hippies to back away in fear. "Whoa, scrooch guns!" marvels the hippie man. "Like, I knew they were real all along." The moon men and Florence continue on their way to the spaceship. When they reach it, they find that it has been defaced with graffiti and 60's-style psychedelic drawings. "Oh, man!" moans Gidney. "The Moon Queen is not gonna like this!" _Soon Gidney and Cloyd are zipping through space on their way home, accompanied by our frozen heroes and their ill-gotten secret weapon._ The spaceship lands on the moon, and shortly Gidney and Cloyd are kneeling before the Moon Queen. Florence stands behind them, glancing about curiously. Next to her stand the immobile Rocky and Bullwinkle. "My congratulations, Gidney and Cloyd," says the Queen. "You will be richly rewarded for your success. Who are these other Earth creatures you have brought?" "They are Rocky and Bullwinkle, Your Grace," says Cloyd. "They are friends of ours whom we had to scrooch in order to complete our mission." "We brought them with us in hopes of finding a way to restore them," adds Gidney. "But our scientists know of no way to artificially reverse the scrooching process," the Queen points out. "You must wait until the effect wears off naturally." "But that would take a hundred years!" Cloyd complains. "Your Grace," says Gidney, "I propose that we test the Wunderkind device by asking it to compute an unscrooching formula." "Hmm..." The Queen motions toward a small group of moon scientists, who approach her and begin to quietly consult with her. Then they withdraw, and she faces Gidney and Cloyd again. "I agree to your proposal." The scene shifts to a laboratory on the moon. Several moon scientists watch in amazement as Florence draws complicated equations on the board. _For days on end Florence and the moon scientists work together to find a way to accelerate the unscrooching process._ The moon scientists repeatedly bombard Rocky and Bullwinkle with waves from a raygun-like device, but the pair remains hopelessly scrooched. _When finally..._ The scientists once again fire their raygun at the frozen Rocky and Bullwinkle, then gasp in horror when they see the results. "This...this isn't possible..." mutters the first scientist. "What's happened to them?" marvels the second scientist. Where Rocky and Bullwinkle used to be, there now stand a living, non-anthropomorphic bull moose and flying squirrel. The two animals look around in confusion. "Quickly, reverse the polarity and hit them again!" orders the first scientist. The other scientist does so, and the bull moose and flying squirrel are reverted to their original forms. Rocky and Bullwinkle, now unscrooched, are surprised to find themselves in a moon laboratory. "What happened?" asks Rocky. "Where are we?" "The Moon Queen is not gonna believe this," muses the first scientist. Moments later, the two scientists are in a meeting with the Moon Queen. "I don't believe it!" she declares. "But it works, Your Grace," insists the second scientist. "We tested it on some cows we abducted from a field in Iowa." Standing behind the two scientists are a pair of anthropomorphic cows who are capable of human speech. "Got milk?" says the first cow. "Would you please stop saying that?" complains the second cow. The Moon Queen gazes at the two cow people thoughtfully. "Interesting. I would like you to test it on other kinds of animals. I would also like to see some large-scale tests." "May I ask for what purpose, Your Grace?" inquires the first scientist. "This new weapon may be just what we need...to overthrow and enslave the people of Earth!" _What fiendish plot is the Moon Queen dreaming up? Find out in our next episode, "Plan Ten from Outer Space", or "There's a Bad Moon on the Rise"._ 8. Chapter 8 _In our last episode, our heroes were finally unscrooched thanks to the efforts of Florence and the moon scientists. Unbeknownst to them, the Moon Queen has a sinister agenda regarding the people of Earth!_ Gidney, Cloyd, Rocky, Bullwinkle, Florence, and the two moon scientists are standing in the presence of the Moon Queen. "Gidney, Cloyd, in recognition of your bravery in obtaining the Wunderkind device and as a gesture of good will toward Earth, I will allow you to return your friends to their own world," the Queen proclaims. "Your generosity is truly without limit, Your Grace," says Gidney. "Hey, wait a minute!" protests Bullwinkle. "What about Florence? Why isn't she going back?" "The Wunderkind device will remain on the moon and assist us in the development of our peaceful technologies," explains the Queen. "But...but...she belongs to the U.S. Government!" the moose fumed. "As a patriotic American, I cannot permit this!" "We have no choice, Bullwinkle," Rocky tells him. "Besides, with Florence on the moon, how can she do anything that would affect Earth?" "But..." "Trust me!" "Uh...okay," says Bullwinkle with reluctance. "You're the smart one." _And so, Gidney and Cloyd transport our heroes back to the planet Earth._ The spaceship carrying Gidney, Cloyd, Rocky, and Bullwinkle zooms back to Earth and lands in the California desert, not far from the town of San Diablo. The four then disembark from the craft, and Gidney and Cloyd say their goodbyes. "It was fun working with you guys again," says Cloyd. "Sorry we had to scrooch you," says Gidney. "Take good care of Florence, okay?" Bullwinkle requests. "We'll try," says Cloyd. "But frankly, I think the Queen has something up her sleeve." "You mean...you think she has evil plans for Wunderkind?" says Rocky anxiously. "You'll have to excuse Cloyd," says Gidney. "He's always been a little paranoid. In fact, I think I'll call him Cloyd the Paranoid from now on." "See you later, guys," says Bullwinkle. The moon men return to their craft and take off as Rocky and Bullwinkle watch. "Gee, Rock, do you think Cloyd's on to something?" wonders the moose. "I'd bet my life on it," says Rocky. "Come on, let's get to the lab." "How are we gonna tell the scientists that we lost Wunderkind?" asks Bullwinkle as the pair walks through the desert. "Don't worry, I've got a plan," says Rocky. "Well, it's actually more of an excuse." Not long afterward, Rocky and Bullwinkle are back at Florence Liverwurst National Laboratory, consulting with Dr. Tightlips and his colleagues. "She did WHAT?" bellows the doctor. "She decided to run for governor of California," Rocky explains. "And you did nothing to stop her?" "Well, we figured, who better to run against an android than another android?" "You allowed a top-secret weapon to slip through your fingers!" Dr. Tightlips snarls. "You'll pay for what you've done!" "Do you take Mastercard?" asks Bullwinkle. _Before our heroes know what hit them, they have been charged with high treason and incarcerated in a federal penitentiary!_ "What about American Express?" inquires Bullwinkle as he and Rocky peer through the bars of their cell. In the neighboring cell stand none other than Boris and Natasha. "Look, Natasha!" says Boris, pointing. "Moose and squirrel are now criminals like we are!" "Boris and Natasha?" Rocky marvels. "What did they get you for?" "Everythink, darlink," Natasha replies. "We turned ourselves in on the condition that we would be placed in the cell next to yours," says Boris. "Now we can gloat over your misfortune for the next fifty years!" Natasha exults. "Gloat, gloat, gloat!" says Boris as Rocky and Bullwinkle groan hopelessly. _As our heroes fester in prison, Gidney and Cloyd arrive back on the moon, only to find that they have been reassigned!_ Gidney and Cloyd land on the moon in their spacecraft. A short while later, they are standing at a security gate that surrounds a gigantic ship, and talking to a security guard. "I'm Gidney and this is Cloyd," Gidney introduces them. "The Moon Queen ordered us to report for duty at the Juggernaut," Cloyd states. "Very well, proceed," says the guard. As they enter the security perimeter, Gidney and Cloyd see Florence and the two moon scientists. They are observing as moon workers load something that looks like a large ray gun onto the ship. "What is that thing?" Gidney inquires. "It's the weapon we helped to create," answers the first scientist. "It's called the Anthropomorphizer," says the second scientist. "It turns animals into humanoid-like beings." "What are they going to do with it?" asks Cloyd. "We don't know," replies the first scientist. Gidney, Cloyd, Florence, and the two scientists enter the huge spacecraft. Soon all of the moon people who serve as the ship's crew are gathered in an assembly hall. Gidney and Cloyd are seated next to the two scientists, and Florence is standing in front of the multitude. Next to her is none other than the Moon Queen herself. The Queen makes an announcement to the gathered throng. "Men and women of the moon, you should feel proud that you have been selected for this historic mission. Thanks to the scientific prowess of the Earth android Wunderkind, we now have in our hands a weapon that will enable us to neutralize the threat of the Earth people once and for all!" "What?" Gidney whispers to Cloyd. "Is she saying that we're going to invade the Earth?" "I guess so," Cloyd whispers back. "But I don't understand. I thought Wunderkind was programmed to be peaceful. How can she stand for this?" _How indeed? Has Wunderkind really thrown in her lot with the alien invaders? And with our heroes in prison, how will they be able to save the Earth? Don't miss our next episode, "Lost and Spaced", or, "Head for the Hills, the Moon Men are Coming"._ 9. Chapter 9 _In our last episode, our heroes were imprisoned for losing Wunderkind to the moon people, who were preparing for an all-out invasion of the planet Earth!_ The gigantic moon ship Juggernaut is soaring through space on its way to the Earth. Inside, Gidney and Cloyd are standing behind a bulkhead, holding a quiet conversation. "I don't know about you," says Gidney, "but I don't think invading Earth is a very good idea." "You're right, Gidney," says Cloyd. "I mean, other than landing a few people on the moon, what have the earthlings ever done to threaten us?" "There must be something we can do to stop the invasion," says Gidney. "But you're talking about committing treason against the Queen!" "Yes, Cloyd, that's exactly what I'm talking about." "I'm happy to hear it," comes a girl's voice from behind the two moon men. Gidney and Cloyd turn around and discover to their horror that Florence is standing behind them, and has been listening to their exchange. "Oh, no!" cries Cloyd in despair. "We've been found out!" "We'll be scrooched for eternity!" mourns Gidney. "Take it easy, guys," says Florence in a friendly voice. Then, as the two moon men watch in amazement, Florence begins to change shape. Within moments, she has assumed the form of Rocky. "R-Rocky?" Cloyd stammers. "Is it really you?" "But how?" wonders Gidney. Rocky holds up an electronic gadget. "I took Wunderkind's place using this holographic generator that she gave me," he explains. _Meanwhile, back on Earth, a trial has commenced..._ In a federal court room, Rocky and Bullwinkle are seated in the defendants' chairs. The judge pounds his gavel. "This court will now come to order. Rocket J. Squirrel and Bullwinkle Moose, you are charged with high treason and leaking government secrets to the enemy. How do you plead?" "Not guilty, Your Honor," says Rocky confidently, "on the grounds that we never leaked any government secrets." The squirrel leaps to his feet, and as the judge and jurors watch in disbelief, he morphs into the shape of a child-sized android with round feet. "I am Wunderkind," he states in a metallic voice. "I am now prepared to return to the laboratory where I was created, and assist in the defense of Earth against the imminent invasion from the moon." On the moon ship Juggernaut, Rocky has resumed his Florence disguise, and is conspiring with Gidney and Cloyd. "Here's the plan," says the squirrel/girl. "As soon as the ship enters Earth's atmosphere, I'll meet you at the entrance to the weapon room. I'll tell the guard that something's wrong with the Anthropomorphizer and I need to fix it. Once we get in, we'll jettison the weapon, put on oxygen masks, jump off the ship, and glide down to Earth together." "Sounds like a good plan," says Gidney. "We should reach the atmosphere in about ten minutes," says Cloyd. Rocky/Florence takes his leave of the two moon men. Minutes later, as he is wandering through the ship, the Moon Queen and the two moon scientists approach him. "Wunderkind, we require your presence in the laboratory," the Queen orders. "As you wish, Your Grace," says Rocky/Florence. Soon the Moon Queen and the scientists are seated in the laboratory, and the disguised squirrel is standing in front of a blackboard, holding a piece of chalk. "I've been thinking that it will be easier to enslave the Earth people if we use some sort of mind control device," says the Queen. "So I want you to assist my scientists in developing a helmet that will cause those who wear it to obey every command they hear." "Uh, yes, Your Majesty," says Rocky/Florence nervously. "That should be no trouble at all." He begins to write on the board. "So the hypothesis is as follows. Suppose you have slave, A, who is unwilling to work. Suppose you also have helmet, B, which when placed upon the head of said slave, emits electromagnetic signals, C, which enter the slave's brain, D..." Gidney and Cloyd are standing by the entrance to the weapon room, and becoming increasingly impatient. "What's taking her so long?" wonders Gidney. "I mean, him?" Suddenly they hear a high-pitched whining sound. "Omigosh!" exclaims Cloyd. "They're firing the weapon!" _And indeed they are! The waves from the moon weapon engulf the entire Earth, turning every animal they touch into an anthropomorphic being capable of human speech and reasoning!_ The scene cuts to the surface of Earth, where the anthropomorphizing rays are mutating animals everywhere. A chicken, who is in the process of crossing a road, suddenly looks around in confusion. "Why am I doing this?" she wonders. In the Canadian wilderness, Dudley Do-Right is pursuing Snidely Whiplash on his faithful horse. Suddenly the horse stops in his tracks, reaches up, grabs Dudley, and tosses him from the saddle. "I've had enough of your bumbling," he says sharply. "From now on, we go after Snidely MY way!" Not far away, a fisherman is sitting idly in front of a river, waiting for a tug on his line. He is about to get one, as a mass of intelligent trout have grasped the other end of the line. One of the trout is serving as a taskmaster, bellowing, "Heave...ho! Heave...ho!" Before the fisherman knows what hit him, he is yanked, pole and all, into the river. Soaking wet, he jumps to his feet only to see a gigantic horde of birds flying in his direction. At the head of the flock is a large eagle, who is screeching commands to the other birds. "Kill the humans! Peck their eyes out!" The fisherman flees for cover as the angry birds start to throng around him. In a nearby forest, a hunter dressed in camouflage gear is stalking deer, rifle in hand. Suddenly two deer fall upon him from an overhanging limb. Seconds later, the two deer emerge from the forest. The doe is still naked, but the buck is wearing the hunter's clothes. "They look lovely on you, dear," says the doe. "Now where could his mate be?" wonders the buck. Meanwhile, Rocky/Florence is still frantically writing on the blackboard in the laboratory aboard the moon ship Juggernaut. The Moon Queen and the two scientists are looking rather suspicious. "...and you divide that by the price of tea in China, and add the number of angels who can dance on the head of a pin..." The Queen leaps to her feet. "Enough! You are an impostor! Guards! Seize her!" "We're scientists, not guards, Your Grace," the first scientist points out. "It's against union rules for us to seize anybody," adds the second scientist. The frightened Rocky/Florence flees from the laboratory and down the corridor towards the weapon room. He soon meets up with Gidney and Cloyd. "We've got to hurry, guys! The Queen knows I'm not Wunderkind!" "How will we get past the guard now?" wonders Gidney. "I've got an idea!" says Rocky/Florence. He flips a switch on the holographic generator and morphs back into his flying squirrel form. Then he tosses the device at the guard who stands in front of the weapon room entrance. The guard idly catches it, and is shocked and confused when he suddenly takes on the appearance of Florence. "Huh? What?" At that moment the Moon Queen races down the corridor, accompanied by four guards. "There she is!" she cries out. The Queen's guards grab hold of the weapon room guard, thinking he is Florence. "Hold on, guys!" he protests in Florence's voice as they drag him away. "You're making a big mistake!" Rocky, Gidney, and Cloyd hurry into the weapon room. "There's the weapon," says Cloyd, pointing at the Anthropomorphizer, a large ray gun attached to the floor of the weapon room. Its nozzle has been inserted through an opening in the ship's hull. "Correction," says Gidney. "There WAS the weapon." He walks over to a switch on the wall that has the word JETTISON printed above it in large red letters. Cloyd and Rocky find oxygen masks in a wall compartment and start to put them on. Cloyd tosses Gidney an oxygen mask. "You know, Rocky," he muses, "after this, we'll never be able to go home again." "Gee, I'm sorry, Cloyd," says Rocky comfortingly. The three fasten their masks. _As Gidney pulls the switch, the Anthropomorphizer is hurled into the atmosphere, along with Rocky and his two moon friends!_ As he is ejected from the spacecraft, Rocky grabs Gidney and Cloyd by the arms, and begins to glide through the air towards the Earth's surface. "It's...c-c-c-cold!" he stammers as the freezing air envelops him. _With their oxygen masks protecting them from the thin air of the upper atmosphere, Rocky, Gidney, and Cloyd plummet gracefully to Earth..._ After about fifteen minutes, Rocky, Gidney, and Cloyd slowly descend to the ground. _...and into the middle of the San Diego Zoo!_ The three look around and find to their dismay that all the humans have left, and that the zoo pathways are occupied by lions, tigers, and elephants. They slowly remove their oxygen masks. "Hokey smoke!" exclaims Rocky. A moment later, Rocky, Gidney, and Cloyd are surrounded by a large, hungry mob of lions, tigers, panthers, and leopards. One of the tigers approaches them menacingly. "Forgive the terrible cliche," he growls, "but look who's dropped in for lunch!" "Cloyd!" cries Gidney. "Your scrooch gun!" The two moon men pull their scrooch guns from their holsters and try to fire them at the animals, but they fail to engage. "It's not working!" says Cloyd. "The cold air of the upper atmosphere must have damaged it!" _Will Rocky and the moon men become tiger chow? Don't miss our next exciting episode, "Chewed at the Zoo", or, "Moon Pies and Rocky Road for Everyone"._ 10. Chapter 10 _When we last left Rocky and the moon men, they were surrounded by hungry, talking jungle cats at the San Diego Zoo!_ A mob of lions, tigers, and other kinds of wild cats surrounds Rocky, Gidney, and Cloyd. The foremost, a tiger, is looking Rocky straight in the eye. "Tell me, squirrel, do you taste better with rosemary or dill?" "You don't understand!" Rocky tries to explain. "You're not supposed to be intelligent! The Moon Queen did this to you so she could take over the world!" "Oh, did she?" says the tiger. "I'll have to remember to thank her...after lunch!" As the tiger is about to bite Rocky's head off, an elephant trunk wraps around the big cat's midsection and lifts him into the air. His assailant, a she-elephant, scolds him indignantly. "Leave those poor creatures alone!" "Stay out of this!" the tiger warns her. "Your dietary preferences disgust me," says the elephant haughtily. "Why can't you learn to eat vegetables like self-respecting animals do?" The other jungle cats prepare to pounce on the elephant, only to back down when they see several other elephants, along with a half dozen rhinos, charging in their direction. "Come on, guys!" Rocky calls out, hurrying away from the scene with the moon men close behind. _Meanwhile, at the government laboratory, Wunderkind is helping the scientists find a solution to the anthropomorphic crisis!_ At Florence Liverwurst National Laboratory, the round-footed android called Wunderkind is writing equations on a blackboard, while Bullwinkle, Dr. Tightlips, and several other scientists watch. "...and the device will automatically shut off once the de-anthropomorphization process is complete," the android states. "That's brilliant!" gushes Dr. Tightlips. "We'll build it at once!" Suddenly Rocky arrives in the room with Gidney and Cloyd. "Moon men!" exclaims the doctor. "How did they get in without a clearance?" "I have all the clearance I need right here," says Cloyd, patting his scrooch gun. "Dr. Tightlips, what will you do about all the cartoon animals?" asks Rocky. "Yeah!" says Bullwinkle. "I don't want to be de-anthro-whatever-ed." A small white dog who wears glasses approaches the group. "I believe I have an answer to that," he declares. Rocky and Bullwinkle gasp. "Mr. Peabody?" "When the anti-anthropomorphic device is activated," Peabody proposes, "all the cartoon animals will step through my Waybac Machine and travel five minutes into the future." "Amazing!" marvels Dr. Tightlips. "Remind me to increase your salary." _And so, by the end of the next day, the government scientists have built a device to reverse the effects of the moon weapon!_ The waves from the anti-anthropomorphic device spread through the world, reverting all of the humanlike animals to their previous state. The chickens resume crossing the roads, the crazed birds stop pursuing the fisherman, and the sheep who were robbing a tourist couple begin to placidly eat grass again. In Mr. Peabody's time laboratory, all of the world's cartoon animals are lined up to pass through the Waybac Machine and avoid the effects of the waves. The lineup includes Bugs Bunny, Woody Woodpecker, Mickey Mouse, Roger Rabbit, Felix the Cat, etc., etc., etc. At the back of the line are Rocky and Bullwinkle. Mr. Peabody is calmly herding the cartoon animals through the machine. "One at a time, now," he instructs them. "No pushing." Finally all of the cartoon characters have gone through except for Rocky, Bullwinkle, and Mr. Peabody. _Well, it looks like our heroes have saved the day again, with a little help from Wunderkind, the moon men, and the government scientists._ "Ahem," says the canine genius. _And Mr. Peabody, of course. We'll be back next week for the beginning of another exciting and interminable adventure!_ Bullwinkle walks through the time portal, followed by Rocky. A moment later Rocky steps back through the portal. "Aren't you coming, Mr. Peabody?" he asks with concern. Mr. Peabody pushes Rocky through the time portal, then flips the switch to deactivate it. He pulls off his dog mask to reveal the grinning countenance of Boris Badenov. _What in the name of..._ "Muwahahahahaha!" gloats Boris. "Victory is mine at last!" THE END (?) End file.	Rocky and Bullwinkle, Adventure, Humor	Fanfiction	null	68,610	12,901.6
null	Classic Jonny Quest Return to Cave Island Author: Lyle P. Blosser E-mail: [email protected] DISCLAIMER: Jonny Quest and distinctive characters copyright Hanna-Barbera and/or Warner Bros. This is strictly a fan-created, not-for-profit work, and is in no way affiliated with or approved by Hanna-Barbera or any other copyright holders. No infringement of any rights, stated or implied, is intended by this work. What's mine? The story idea and its execution in written form. RATING: G ARCHIVERS: Permission granted NOTES: I grew up on CJQ, and was always disappointed that it ended after only one season; my efforts are attempts to correct that, at least for fans. This story takes place after the events in _The Invisible Monster_, and just before those in _The Sea Haunt_. PREMISE: Dr. Zin sends someone to Cave Island to infiltrate the follow-up group sent there by the US government after he learns of Dr. Quest's report on the living energy creature; he wants to harness the elemental force as a weapon. "Return to Cave Island" In the drenching rain pouring from the black clouds that rolled by overhead, two figures moved slowly along a sloping jungle trail struggling with a bulky crate. All around them the dense vegetation trembled in the storm's onslaught. Suddenly a searing blue-white bolt of lightning shattered the gloom; thunder cracked and boomed across the landscape. "Man that was close!" One of the figures, a smallish man with dark horn-rim glasses and sparse black hair plastered across his forehead by the rain, glanced uneasily upward. "Be careful, Simons!" lashed the other taller man as he fought to keep from dropping the box. "If my device is damaged..." Cautiously they lowered the heavy crate to the ground to re-establish their grips. "What's the rush, Dr. Fleischer?" queried Eugene Simons. "Why can't we wait until after the sto--" "Look, are you going to help or not?" Lemuel Fleischer snapped. "I thought I could count on your assistance." Fleischer scowled and crossed his arms in an attitude of disgust as another lightning bolt flashed by overhead, illuminating his stern expression. "You can, doctor, you can," Simons bent over to grab the rope handle on one side of the wooden crate. Fleischer suppressed a smirk; Simons was totally cowed. Even slight control of another's career could be useful in so many ways. He reached for the handle on his side of box and they resumed their progress along the slippery jungle trail. The entrance of a cave thirty meters ahead was like a yawning black mouth. As the thunderstorm rolled over the island, they covered the remaining section of the trail and entered the relative shelter of the cave. Fleischer reached along the wall and flipped a switch. A series of overhead lamps sprung to life, lighting the way inward. A few more minutes work saw the crate moved into the depths of the cave next to large metallic structures that loomed out of the shadows thrown by the overhead lights. One of the machines looked like nothing so much as a giant-sized ray gun, its business end disconcertingly aimed downward at them. The whole set-up gave Simons the creeps. It was as if there something inherently malevolent about the devices. Which was ridiculous, of course, and Simons knew it. But still... Fleischer quickly unpacked the small but heavy device from the crate and connected several large cables that snaked across the floor of the cave into ports on its top surface. He worked feverishly, as if racing against time. Simons watched silently, afraid to make the first move to help Dr. Fleischer; afraid to even ask the other man if he needed or wanted his help for fear of unleashing Fleishcer's wrath once again. Dr. Eugene Simons, a Ph.D in his own right, hated himself for the way he was intimidated by the other man but facts were facts. With his funding running low, Simons desperately needed the assistance Fleischer had promised for his cooperation. He wondered how it all could go downhill so quickly. The sounds of the storm outside echoed off the walls of the cave and seemed to reverberate through his mind. Finally Fleischer turned from the small device and began powering up the mysterious larger device that towered over it. "Dr. Fleischer! The rest of the team agreed we'd wait to activate --" Simons faltered as Fleischer glared in his direction. "I have neither the time nor the inclination to argue with you or anyone else on this so-called team," Fleischer growled in a tone Simons knew well. "If I waited until the rest of those..." He choked back his words with difficulty then resumed in a slightly calmer manner. "My proposal for tapping into the power thrown about by these frequent storms was unfairly ignored. I intend to provide a suitable demonstration that will change their small minds." He returned to the device, jaw clenched. Simons stood meekly by, afraid to make even the slightest sound. Lightning was not the only dangerous power being thrown about; Fleischer's short-fused temper was legendary. The larger device made a low-pitched thrumming sound that seemed to drill right through Simons' gut. Glancing nervously up at the machine, he thought he could detect a shimmering of the air around the tip of the barrel. It was hard to be certain, though. The flashes of lightning from the still intensifying storm coupled with the rather dim lighting in the cave played havoc with his senses. His rain-spattered eyeglasses did not help matters. He nervously wiped at them with his fingers but only succeeded in smearing the water around. The scene before him took on a surreal appearance, a watercolor painting with the colors all running together. Fleischer threw a switch. "There! That should --" With an ear-splitting crash a blinding purple-white bolt of lightning struck just outside the cave entrance. The surge of electricity raced down a set of cables leading into the cave; frying the rubber insulation on the cables as it went. The supercharged stream leapt down the cables and struck the large machine. For a split-second the device channeled the surge in the only direction it could, out of the nozzle in the front, generating a tremendously bright beam of pure energy that lanced downward. Then as the electricity from the superbolt proved to be too much to handle, the device ripped itself apart in a tremendous fireball. The explosion knocked Simons flat on his back; he lay dazed and nearly paralyzed from the shock. Fleischer had instinctively thrown up his arms to shield his face as the fireball blossomed, but it was too little, too late. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, somehow behind one of the larger machine consoles which had been toppled by the force of the explosion. The stinging sensation on his hands and face told him he had suffered burns as well as lacerations from the bits and pieces of jagged metal and glass hurled in all directions. As he struggled painfully to his feet, he caught a glimpse of a shimmering white blob of light as it moved slowly toward the entrance of the cave nearly twenty meters away. What in the world is that? Ball lightning? He shook his head and the faint shape dimmed then vanished altogether. It slowly came to him that the lightning might have overloaded his nervous system, causing him to hallucinate. He still heard a strange ringing in his ears. He was lucky he was not dead. Standing shakily on his feet in the smoking wreckage that was now the cave, he looked around. Something was wrong. He stared at the remains of the big machine that had exploded then let his gaze wander to the device he and Simons had -- That was it -- where was Simons? He was certain the man had been right there with him just moments before the lightning strike. A brief search of the cave confirmed that Simons was no longer present. Where had he gone? Fleischer wondered if he had been unconscious for an extended period rather than just the momentary blackout he had presumed up to now. Outside, the storm seemed to be abating; the flashes of lightning were occurring a bit less frequently. Inside, anger boiled upwards at the thought of Simons abandoning him while he lay unconscious on the cave floor. So Simons had cut and run at the first sign of trouble. He would not get away with it, not if Fleischer had anything to say about it. Carefully picking his way through the debris scattered over the ground, Fleischer headed out of the cave and back toward the main camp. When he found Simons he would -- A wierd undulating sound brought him up short as he approached the entrance to the cave. Like the call of an animal in pain. But not quite. He paused, peering out through the pouring rain, but the sound was not repeated. Then his anger surged and he stomped down the trail toward the small group of quonset huts that served as the expedition's headquarters. * * * Dr. Alicia Barnaby jumped as the door to the hut slammed open, framing a soaking wet and bleeding Fleischer. "Good grief! What happened to you?" Fleischer stomped into the hut, letting the door hang open and splashing mud and water everywhere. "Where's Simons?" he growled. "Simons? Haven't seen him since supper -- um, wasn't he with you, doctor?" Barnaby queried the two junior techs that were in the room with her eyes. Sam Waterson and Jenna McDonnel looked at each other and shrugged. "Yes, he was," Fleischer fumed, stressing the word was. "But after the explosion, he cut and ran like the coward--" "Explosion?" interrupted Dr. Barnaby. "What explosion?" She had had this problem with Fleischer before; he was so wrapped up in his own view of things that often important data had to be gleaned from offhand comments like this. Being able to focus was one thing, she told herself, but not at the expense of what could be critical information. Fleischer gave her a look of pure disdain then threw himself down into an empty chair with a sigh, as if answering questions was a total waste of his time. "We were down at the cave checking things out. Lightning struck." Seeing her stare, he continued. "The lightning caused a power surge that ran down the main cables and blew the place to pieces. I'm lucky I wasn't killed." Never mind that the accident probably would not have happened if the machine had not been powered on. "I was knocked out; when I came to, Simons was gone. He just left me there. To die, for all he knew." Just thinking about Simons made his blood boil. McDonnel had been rummaging in a cabinet as he spoke and now turned with a handful of gauze bandages and some alcohol. As she unwrapped the bandages, he held his arms out peevishly. Waterson approached with a small tweezers and a glass beaker and gently began picking tiny bits of glass and metal out of the man's skin. Meanwhile Dr. Barnaby was gazing steadily at him, as if weighing his testimony. When he did not say any more, she nodded slightly, as if confirming something to herself. "We'll find Simons, and find out what happened. It's not like him to just run away from his responsibility." She drew a deep breath. "But there's a bigger problem, based on what you told me." A bigger problem than Simons? Fliescher railed internally. I don't bloody think-- oh, right, the machine in the cave. "You mean the destruction of the equipment in the cave." "Exactly, doctor," Barnaby confirmed. "You know that set up was an integral part of our investigation. We were hoping to gain some key insights into our problems here when Dr. Quest arrives on site to oversee the investigation." And judging by that look on your face, Dr. Fleischer, you have a big problem with giving up your position to a higher authority. Or is it just Dr. Quest you have a problem with? "And when Dr. Quest arrives here the day after tomorrow, it's now my unhappy task to inform him of this unexpected development." She paused and looked at him inquiringly. "You're sure it's destroyed?" "Absolutely. Nothing left but bits and pieces." Barnaby seemed to deflate, uttering a soft sigh while slumping backward in her chair. "Well. Now I've got to come up with a plan for this situation." She waved a hand at him in dismissal. "Go get yourself taken care of, and get some rest. Unless I miss my guess, the day after tomorrow's going to be a big day. Not very pleasant, but definitely big." * * * "Dad, why are we going back to Cave Island so soon?" Jonny Quest paused at the entrance to the VERTOL plane's cargo hold where he and Hadji were packing their luggage. "Didn't you give a full report to Mr. Corvin when we got back the last time?" "Yes, Dr. Quest," chimed in Hadji. "There is not a problem, is there? The monster has not come back, I hope?" The boys exchanged worried glances and Bandit growled. "No, boys," Dr. Benton Quest replied with a chuckle. "Nothing like that." "That's good," came Roger "Race" Bannon's muffled voice from the cockpit where he was running through the pre-flight checklist. "I can do without another problem like that!" "The U.S. government sent a scientific team to do a thorough analysis of Dr. Norman's work and they've hit some snags," Dr. Quest continued. "And since I'm not scheduled to attend that conference in Singapore until the end of the month, I've been asked to lend a hand. I figured leaving Palm Key a few days early wouldn't be a problem." He handed a large brown duffle bag to Jonny who stowed it securely in the hold. "So while I sit in on some high-level meetings, you boys and Race can enjoy a small vacation for a few days. Then we'll all head to Singapore." "A vacation I can handle," said Race as he swung down from the plane's cockpit, the pre-flight check completed. "Me, too!" chorused Jonny and Hadji, while Bandit barked to show his approval of the plan. Soon the packing and other preparations were finished and Palm Key was buttoned up for the duration. After checking in with local air traffic control, Race lifted off and they were on their way. As was the case with their last trip to the island, they left in the late afternoon. The trip took nearly twelve hours and they planned to arrive at Cave Island soon after local sunrise. The boys and Bandit slept through nearly the entire trip; Dr. Quest spelled Race at the plane's controls. * * * The sky had lightened considerably and dawn was not far off when Dr. Quest roused Jonny and Hadji. "Time to wake up, boys. We're about half an hour from Cave Island." Both Jonny and Hadji stretched in their seats but Bandit remained motionless on his rug on the floor near Jonny's feet. "Hey, that means you, too, sleepyhead," Jonny scratched behind Bandit's ears. The pup slowly opened one eye, licked Jonny's fingers, then promptly rolled over to catch a few more winks. Jonny rolled his eyes at Hadji, who chuckled. "One never knows when the next chance to sleep will come," quoted Hadji. "And Bandit uses every chance he gets," retorted Jonny. Cave Island soon appeared over the horizon, a dark landmass with a volcanic peak thrusting upward on its eastern half. As they approached the island the dark landscape brightened into many shades of green; a thick jungle covered most of the land with relatively few clear areas. The coast sported wide sandy beaches along the southern and western edges of the island but to the north and east the land met the sea in a rocky jumble. "There's the research vessel assigned to the team," Dr. Quest pointed out a rather large ship moored just off the coast. A few of the crew could be seen working on the expansive deck of the ship; a small helicopter was berthed at one end. As they flew on toward the island they could see a few smaller boats resting on the beach; a couple of quonset huts were set up near the edge of the jungle. "Set down in the compound, near where we did the last time." "Right, doctor." Race banked the plane to circle once over the area to make sure it was clear then began the vertical descent. A group of people came out of the barracks and headed toward the landing area. In a few moments the plane was safely down; Race cycled the systems off while Dr. Quest undogged the hatch in the side of the cabin. The door opened to the warm tropical breezes and bright sun of a Cave Island morning. "Hello, Dr. Quest!" came the cheery greeting from a woman striding purposefully toward the plane. "I trust your flight was uneventful?" "Dr. Barnaby, hello!" Dr. Quest descended the stairway to shake her hand. "It was a very pleasant flight, thanks." Dr. Barnaby introduced the rest of her small group: Dr. Lemuel Fleischer, a sullen man with a look of extreme discomfort on his face, and two technical aides, Jenna McDonnel and Sam Waterson, each looking enthusiastic and eager to get down to things. As Race and the boys came down the walkway, Dr. Quest introduced them as well. A sharp bark drew their attention upward to where Bandit stood at the lip of the hatch, tongue hanging over his lower lip as he grinned at the people below. "Oh," chuckled Race, "Let's not forget our most important passenger!" The rest of the group, with the exception of Fleischer, laughed at the small dog's expression. From the nearby jungle a cacophany of bird calls greeted them with hoots and chirps and outright melodies. All of a sudden, Bandit gave a small yelp and disappeared back into the cabin. Jonny rolled his eyes at Hadji as if to say "Now what?". Both boys trudged back up the walkway to see what was going on with their canine companion. "Dr. Quest," Dr. Barnaby began, a somber look descending over her smile. "Sorry to hit you with this right away, but we've had a few setbacks." She paused to look at the other members of her team, then nodded. "And some mysteries need solving." She motioned toward a small structure near where Dr. Norman's lab had stood before it had been levelled, and they all began walking toward it. They had traversed nearly half of the distance when from the direction of the jungle a strange undulating cry arose. It was apparently quite some distance away and persisted for a few seconds then faded. It was not repeated. Stopping to look intently at the newly-arrived visitors, Dr. Barnaby said, "And that sound, or more correctly, the source of it, is one of those mysteries. That sound, some destroyed equipment, and a missing man." She took a deep breath. "Come this way please; I'll fill you in on the whole story over some coffee." Turning away from them, Dr. Barnaby missed the look that passed between Race and Dr. Quest as they followed her into the mess hall. Race glanced at the doctor, raised his eyebrows inquiringly and tilted his head in the direction of the jungle. Dr. Quest nodded once in grim confirmation. * * * Inside the plane, Jonny and Hadji were having some unexpected trouble with Bandit, who did not seem at all pleased to be back on the island. The normally friendly and outgoing pup was hiding under Jonny's seat and would not budge. "Aw, come on, Bandit," Jonny pleaded. "We just spent all night on the plane; don't you want to go for a walk?" He reached under the seat; in response, Bandit backed even further under it. "That is not like Bandit," observed Hadji. "It is as if he is afraid of something." "Yeah, but what? I can't imagine--" "Listen!" Hadji leaned out of the plane's hatch as a weird sound rose above the calls of the birds from the nearby jungle. "Do you hear that?" "Yes, I do." Jonny poked his head out of the hatch and they both listened to the strange, but somehow familiar, sound. As the sound faded into the background noise of the jungle, Hadji turned to look intently at Bandit, then at Jonny. "Did that sound remind you of anything?" Jonny's forehead creased momentarily with thought, then his eyes opened wide. From the look in Hadji's eyes, Jonny knew they were thinking the same thing. "Come on, let's get Bandit, and go tell Dad." * * * Race and Dr. Quest had just settled themselves in Dr. Barnaby's office in one of the quonset huts. By the look on Dr. Quest's face, Race could tell that the doctor was trying to decide the best way to inform Dr. Barnaby of the alarming turn his thoughts had taken him. Then just as the good doctor was opening his mouth to speak, Jonny and Hadji burst into the hut. They were followed, as usual, by a barking Bandit. "Dad! Dad!" Jonny was nearly breathless after having run at top speed across the compound. "Easy, son. Catch your breath," instructed Dr. Quest with a wry smile on his face. This was not the first time the boys had rushed in with faces flushed and hearts pounding. Although this time, he reflected ruefully, likely they had good cause. Very good cause. "Dad, we heard it!" Jonny blurted after gulping air for a mere second or two. "Out there, in the jungle!" "It is true, Dr. Quest," confirmed Hadji. "We both heard the sound." Bandit barked in apparent agreement, a surprisingly loud sound that echoed off the metal walls inside the hut. Dr. Quest looked at Race then at Dr. Barnaby, who was obviously perplexed, before turning back to Jonny. "Yes, son, we know. We heard it too." "Do you really think it's the same creature, doctor?" Race asked. "I thought you had thoroughly reduced it to its component parts the last time." "I'll never forget that sound, Race; do you have any real doubts?" Race shook his head after a moment's thought. Jonny and Hadji stared at each other as their worst fear was confirmed. "Would you mind explaining what's going on here?" asked a confused Dr. Barnaby. "Obviously you know something; what's this all about?" "What man can make and unmake," Dr. Quest stated wearily, still staring into Jonny's and Hadji's faces, "apparently can be made again." After a brief pause he stood up and turned to face Dr. Barnaby, his hands now resting on the boys' shoulders. He held her attention with an intense gaze. "I believe that the energy creature originally created by Dr. Norman in his initial experiments, and thought to have been destroyed by our actions after his unfortunate demise, has been resurrected and is roaming free on this island once again." * * * "This really is a mess," Race said, shaking his head. Dr. Barnaby had led them down to the cave to survey the damage. It was soon very obvious that the device that Dr. Quest had originally used to vanquish the monster would not be functioning again; there was not a piece of it bigger than a half meter left anywhere. Race turned to where Dr. Quest was sifting through the rubble further along the wall. "Can we build another one, doctor?" "Extremely doubtful," came the scientist's terse reply. "At least not not without starting from the ground up with all new components." He looked at Race then at Dr. Barnaby. "I don't think we have that kind of time." "What do you mean, Dr. Quest?" asked Barnaby. "Are you saying we're up against some sort of deadline?" "That's exactly what I'm saying," confirmed Dr. Quest as he tossed the shattered chunk of metal he was examining onto the floor. "Let's go back to your lab and I'll lay it all out for you." * * * "So you see, doctor," Dr. Quest concluded after an intense half hour, "By my estimates, using my best guesses from our previous experience with the creature, we have just about a week before we'll have to evacuate. That is, if we can't neutralize the creature before then. After that time it'll be beyond the capabilities of current technology - we won't be able to develop the energy levels needed to destroy it." Dr. Barnaby shook her head, still reviewing the figures on the computer screen. The data were hard to believe, but Dr. Quest had been very thorough in his presentation. Evacuation of the island was not the worst part, however. If they had to leave without finally resolving the problem, literally the entire region and eventually the world was at risk. There was no theoretical upper limit to the growth of the creature. "There's one more thing," Dr. Quest stated matter-of-factly. "This may explain what happened to Dr. Simons. It's happened before." "You mean he was consumed by the creature, don't you?" "Yes, I'm afraid that's what I am saying. Dr. Norman, my good friend and colleague, suffered the same fate. I am sorry." The rest of the scientific team had been called in for the discussion and were sitting around the lab looking stunned. Jonny, Hadji, and Bandit were equally subdued, sitting off to one side. "How definite are the time parameters?" Jenna McDonnel asked. "If the rate of this thing's growth is different that that of the earlier creature, or if it started out smaller --" "Or larger," interrupted Sam Waterson. "Yes," resumed McDonnel, "or larger, then our estimates may by off by a factor of a day or more. That could make all the difference." "I concur," replied Dr. Quest. "The first order of business is to gain some first-hand observational data." "And just how do we do that?" Barnaby posed. "As carefully as possible, doctor," came Race's laconic reply. "And from as far away as possible." He paused. "Didn't I see a helicopter on your ship?" "Yes. Seats two; three in a crunch." "Then that's the ticket, Dr. Barnaby. If I may, I'll borrow it for some quick aerial reconnaissance." Barnaby nodded in agreement. "OK, it sounds like you know what you're looking for. I'll radio Captain Shelby and let him know you're coming." "Come on boys, let's go take a tour of that ship we flew over on the way in." Jonny and Hadji got up and Bandit did the same. Dr. Barnaby and the others gathered around Dr. Quest for some more strategy discussions as Race and the boys left. All except Dr. Fleischer, who quietly exited the lab and headed back down the trail toward the cave. * * * Walking swiftly through the jungle, Fleischer nervously listened for any hint of the creature he had inadvertantly loosed on the island. He was no fool, despite what the others might think; he knew that it was his unauthorized powerup of the large device in the cave that had led to the recreation of the monster. So much the better, even if the timing had not been perfect. If his device was still serviceable, and there was no reason to think it was not, he still might be able to proceed with his plan. Success might yet be wrestled from the fangs of failure. And success was to be achieved at all costs. His employer, the man who had pulled a number of strings to get him here in the first place, did not tolerate failure. No, Dr. Zin did not tolerate failure at all. * * * "Hey, Race," Jonny asked from the front of the small boat as they pushed off the beach and headed for the larger craft moored out in deeper water. "Do you really think the monster is back, invisible again?" "You heard your dad," Race replied. "I'm willing to bet that if he says it's back, it's back. I just hope he can come up with a way to handle it." There was not much to say after that and they all fell silent as they crossed the sparkling waters of the cove. As they neared the ship, Hadji tossed the mooring line to a waiting crew member who peered down at them from the deck nearly ten feet above. After the man secured the line, first Jonny then Hadji clambered up the rope netting that hung along the hull. Race followed with a subdued Bandit tucked in the crook of his arm. Poor Bandit. He did suffer a bit from motion sickness, and seemed to know he was in for a bit of tossing on board the ship. Fortunately the water was fairly calm and the ship's motion was not too severe. Jonny picked him up and that helped, too. Captain Anthony Shelby, USN, greeted them as they came on board. He was a slim athletic-looking man in his early forties, with a salt-and-pepper mustache that made him look somewhat older. Shelby led them aft toward the flight deck where the chopper waited. A pilot was already on board the sleek craft doing the preflight checks. Quick introductions were made, then Race explained to both the pilot and the captain what he wanted to do. After ironing out the details, Race climbed aboard and the boys retreated with the captain across the deck. Soon the helicopter lifted upward, swung in a smooth arc, and gained altitude as it headed back toward the island. As the chopper shrunk to a small indistinct dot in the skies over the island, Captain Shelby led everyone onto the bridge where they could monitor the chopper's progress on radar and converse with its occupants via the radio. "You're coming in loud and clear," Shelby responded to an incoming transmission from the chopper's pilot, then continued with a smile at the boys. "Go for Operation Monster Search!" Jonny and Hadji just looked at each other and Bandit whined a bit as he snuggled deeper into Jonny's arms. * * * The pilot was a muscular dark-skinned man named James Murphy, and after only a few minutes Race felt quite comfortable riding shotgun instead of sitting behind the controls as he normally did. The man was a very competent flyer and he and Race exchanged aircraft small talk as they approached the island -- what types of craft they had flown, what they did and did not like about each, and so on. It was not often that Race got the chance to chew the fat with another aircraft afficianado. But as they began to circle the island, both men dropped the chatter and focused on the task at hand. "You say this thing is invisible, yet we can track it from the air?" Murphy was doubtful. "Right." Race responded. "The thing leaves a trail of chewed up trees and blasted vegetation visible for quite a ways. If it's moving around we'll find it." Race pointed. "There. See what I mean?" Murphy grunted acknowledgement; down below the normally continuous green of the jungle canopy was broken by a swath that moved in sinuous curves across the landscape. It looked like a drunken giant had used an equally giant lawn mower. "That's how we found it the first time," Race continued. "We saw this path of destruction moving through the jungle and followed it as it headed toward one of the beaches. Imagine our surprise when it emerged from trees, but we still couldn't see it." "How do you track it when it's not in the trees?" "It leaves footprints." "Footprints?" "Yeah. Scorched circular prints. Burned into the ground." "You're kidding." "Nope." Race went on to explain how they had ended up dousing the energy creature with paint mixed with phosphorescent dye, effectively painting the creature so they could keep a visual on it. Murphy chuckled. "Painted the beast, eh? Who thought that one up, the scientist?" "Dr. Quest?" returned Race. "No, actually, it was his son that came up with it." "Smart kid." Race was about to reply when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye. Murphy swung the chopper around at almost the same instant. "Is that what we're looking for?" About two hundred meters away, the tops of trees were apparently being swallowed whole, disappearing from sight in a meandering line. Occasionally a muffled explosion could be heard and a faint flickering, like lightning confined to the ground, could be seen through the trees. Race was grim. "That's it." He picked up the radio handset. * * * "Well, they've spotted what looks to be your monster, Dr. Quest." Captain Shelby was reporting Race and Murphy's findings to the team back at the compound. "Or at least its effects. They're following it, trying to get a fix on it's direction and speed. We'll let you know as soon as we do." "Where is it now, Captain?" Dr. Barnaby asked. "About ten klicks due east of the compound, headed south-southeast." "Thanks. Keep us posted." "Roger, doctor. Wilco. Oh, Dr. Quest, I'm having one of my men bring your boys back over to the island, if that's all right." "Fine. I think I'd prefer they be here for the time being." "I understand, sir. I've got three kids of my own. We'll drop off Mr. Bannon after they've completed their recon." "Thank you; you've been most helpful." "Glad to oblige, doctor." "I don't know if I'd say I'm actually relieved," Dr. Quest stated after Captain Shelby had signed off. "But at least we've confirmed what we're dealing with, and where it is." "What do we do next?" Jenna McDonnel asked. "That," replied Dr. Quest in a wry tone, "is the question of the hour." * * * Dr. Fleischer listened carefully to the conversation going on between the compound and the ship on the walkie-talkie he had appropriated. "So," he muttered. "They've actually managed to track down the creature. Excellent." Fleischer resumed packing his device onto a small hand cart, fastening it with a couple of bungee cords. Once it was secure, he unfolded a map of the island and studied it carefully. "How nice of Captain Shelby to provide its location for me." He giggled to himself; things were going very well. Very well indeed. Now all he needed to do was get set up in the vicinity of the creature, spring the trap at the appropriate moment, and the creature would be his. Well, Dr. Zin's eventually, but his first. He gazed at the map, tracing the routes of several trails marked on it until he found one that suited his purpose. No problem; everything should be in place within the hour. Well, there was one small problem. He needed some way to lure the beast into his trap. He had read Dr. Quest's account of the first encounter but had no intention of serving as bait as the doctor had done. No, there must be another way. Oh! And there was! Snapping his fingers in triumph, he grabbed the cart and headed out of the cave. * * * "Where's Bandit?" "I don't know, son, I haven't seen him since just after you boys arrived back in camp." Dr. Quest looked up from his work. "He probably found a shady spot to sleep off his motion sickness." "Your dad is probably right," chimed in Hadji. "He was a little wobbly after riding on that ship, followed by the helicopter ride back here." "Yeah," Jonny ruefully grinned. "You saw that, too, huh?" The two boys walked out of the hut and Dr. Quest concentrated again on the copy of Dr. Norman's lab notes provided by Dr. Barnaby. There had to be a clue in there somewhere, a clue that would help them defeat the creature once again. Too bad about the equipment in the cave. He sighed. That would've been almost too easy, he reflected sardonically. It seemed like the problems kept getting harder and harder. Or maybe he was getting old. Shaking off his temporary funk with a slow twist of his shoulders and a quickly-exhaled puff of air, he bent back to the task at hand. * * * "Boy, he sure found a great hiding spot," complained Jonny after searching under the seats in the jet's cabin. It seemed they had looked nearly everywhere possible within a hundred meters of the camp and still no Bandit. He did not say it aloud, but he was starting to get worried. It was not like Bandit to wonder off; he usually stayed close by. Of course, Jonny mused, there was that skunk incident in Canada. "He's not in here, either," called Hadji from the cargo hold. Dr. Quest and Race had opened the hold and carried off some pieces of equipment earlier, and the gangway into the large storage area would have allowed Bandit easy access. Jonny exited the cabin and walked up the sloping ramp. Hadji was methodically replacing some boxes after having moved them to get a better look in one of the hold's corners. "This is not like Bandit," Jonny's brother replied. "You read my mind," replied Jonny as he scanned the hold, furiously thinking about the next place to search. Then he saw the rocket packs in one corner. "Hey, let's use the jet packs! We can cover a lot more ground that way." He began tugging one of the packs free from its restraining straps. Hadji joined him and removed another one. It was the work of a few minutes to check the packs out; both boys remembered the trouble Hadji had experienced before and neither wanted a repeat of that near-catastrophe. Soon they were in the air, hovering about ten meters above the treetops. "Let's set up a grid search pattern," suggested Hadji. "So we don't miss anything or look twice in the same place." Jonny agreed and they mapped out a flying pattern over a nearby area with a few gestures. The packs could keep them airborne for well over an hour but there was no sense in pushing their luck more than they had to. Twenty minutes later they had covered a fair-sized section of the nearby jungle. Then Jonny spotted a man working in a small clearing nearly a mile from the camp. He was bending over a cluster of small boxes and what looked like some electronic equipment. Scattered about were packing material, manuals, cables and a lot of other miscellaneous items. "Maybe he's seen Bandit," Jonny thought as he glided down into the clearing. "Hey, mister--" "What the--?" The man jumped like he had been stung. It was that other scientist, Jonny realized, the one that seemed always grumpy. Maybe he should not have landed after all. "Well, what do you want, boy," Fleischer snarled. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He turned back to a small device and flipped a few toggles on a console sitting atop a waist-high gleaming metallic device; the machine hummed into life. "I'm looking for my dog, mister. Have you seen --?" "No time to waste looking for your mutt." He paused. "You should leave; my experiment is very--" Suddenly, Jonny's ears picked up a faint sound. He looked in all directions, trying to make sure. Was it? It sounded like -- yes! It was! It was Bandit barking! But the sound was strange; it seemed muffled, like Bandit was inside something. "Hey! That's Bandit!" Jonny desperately tried to determine where the sound was coming from. Then he saw a small box wobbling not ten meters away. Without another moment's thought, he ran over to the box and opened it up. Bandit leaped up into his arms, barking and panting and whining all at the same time. "Too bad you did that, kid." Jonny whirled to see Fleischer approaching him with a stout length of bamboo in his hand. "What were you doing with Ban--" "Shut up. You're messing where you shouldn't be messing." The man drew closer and Jonny instinctively backed away. "I was hoping to use your little mutt in my experiment...but maybe you'll do even better." The man made a grab for him, but he jumped back, tumbling backward over some boxes, out of the man's immediate reach. Fleischer angrily kicked away the box and loomed over Jonny, who still held Bandit tightly. Jonny's eyes widened as he looked upward from the ground where he lay. "Come here you little ---oof!!" Hadji dropped like a tan lightning bolt out of the sky, smashing into the man's head and shoulders. Fleischer fell forward and slightly to one side, just missing Jonny as he crumpled to the ground. "Nice work, Hadj!" Jonny exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet and away from the unconscious scientist. "I saw you coming but, gosh! I was afraid you wouldn't make it in time!" Hadji looked with some relief at his friend. After seeing the man threaten Jonny, he had known that something had to be done, and quickly. After hitting the man from behind and above, he had rebounded from the impact and landed on his knees. "Come on, let's get out of here!" He turned the control on his rocket belt and lifted into the air. "I'm with you!" Jonny replied, getting a firm grip on Bandit and activating his own rocket pack. Thankfully it worked, despite the tumble he had taken, and they joined Hadji in the air. Gaining some altitude, they streaked back to the camp. Only once did Jonny look back; he saw the man still unconscious on the ground near his machines. Then the trees hid the scene from view. Shortly after Hadji, Jonny, and Bandit had made their escape, but before Fleischer had regained consciousness, a warbling, eerie sound echoed from the jungle near the clearing where Fleischer lay. The otherworldly sound was repeated about half a minute later, and seemed to be coming from somewhere abit closer nearby. The third time was closer still. * * * "Dr. Quest, I think you need to hear this." Race Bannon stood framed in the door to the hut where the efforts to find a way to destroy the ravenous energy monster were underway. Everyone in the room looked up; it was obvious that discussions were not going very well. Looking at Dr. Quest's haggard face, Race amended that thought. The discussions were a total wash-out. When Dr. Quest motioned Race inside, Jonny and Hadji followed. Jonny was holding Bandit tightly in his arms, and everyone had a grim look on their faces. "What is it?" asked Dr. Quest as Dr. Barnaby and the rest gathered around. "From the looks on your faces, it doesn't appear to be good news." "It's both good and bad news, sir, "Race began. "The good news is, the boys and Bandit are safe." He paused, looking around the room. "The bad news is, well, it seems we have more trouble than we thought." "More trouble?" For the life of him, Dr. Quest could not image what would be worse news than an unstoppable monster. "I'll let the boys tell you, doctor, just like they told me not two minutes ago." Jonny and Hadji stepped forward. * * * "You were right, Race, this is bad news." The assembled crowd had gasped audibly when Jonny stated in a quiet but steady voice how Dr. Fleischer had threatened both Bandit and himself. Hadji corroborated Jonny's tale with a ring of authority that none could easily dismiss. "It's easy enough to verify," Race concluded. "I'm heading down to that clearing and check things out." "I believe I'll come with you," spoke Dr. Barnaby with noticeable firmness. Dr. Quest nodded. "I think we'll all go." Ten minutes later they all were walking down a rather well-worn path through the jungle to the south of the main camp. For most of the trip, everyone was silent, trudging along in their own thoughts. As they neared the clearing, Race brought everyone to a halt. "Dr. Barnaby and I will scout ahead." Race looked at the doctor who nodded her head in affirmation. "Given Dr. Fleischer's past history, I can't say what state he might be in. I'll give a shout if the coast is clear." He and Dr. Barnaby moved up the trail and into the clearing. They could just barely be seen through the dense foliage, walking around the site for several moments. "Dr. Quest!" Race called. "Come on down. We've another mystery." As everyone gathered in the clearing, they took in the boxes and cables and machines scattered about. Dr. Barnaby motioned them over to a small humming device. "That's Fleischer's machine," she said. "I'd recognize it anywhere. He never seems to let it out of his sight." With a motion of disgust, she powered down the machine. "And over here's the bamboo club," Race continued. "That pretty well clinches it." He looked inside a small box. "But here's the absolute closer -- look inside that box, Dr. Quest." "If I didn't know better, I'd say those were scratch marks on the inside." Dr. Quest peered closely into the box, then reached in and pulled out what looked like a piece of lint or white cloth. "Bandit's fur." He looked at the dog, then at the boys. Then, he looked around the jungle. "But where's Dr. Fleischer?" Jenna McDonnel spoke up. "Look over here." She pointed to a dark splotch on the ground near one of the boxes. "And over here." She pointed to another splotch. It looked like the ground cover had been scorched. "There's more over here!" Sam Waterson called. He pointed to a line of splotches that ran off into the jungle. They all followed the line with their eyes. It looked like dark footprints that meandered through the clearing, then led back into the jungle near a charred tree trunk. "Our monstrous friend has been here," Race stated flatly. "Right," said Dr. Quest. "Dr. Barnaby, everyone, let's head on back to the camp." He looked at Fleischer's machine. "Can someone bring that back? I think it may be important." "Got it, doctors," Sam replied. "Give me a hand, Jenna?" Together they hoisted the device onto Sam's shoulders and then set off down the trail toward the camp. * * * Some time later Dr. Quest looked up from his examination of the small device that they had dragged back from the jungle clearing, and caught Dr. Barnaby's eye. "Well, Dr. Barnaby," he said. "I must admit I have no idea how Dr. Fleischer came to be in the possession of this little machine, but my examination leaves no doubt in my mind as to what he was doing, or at least attempting to do." "It's some sort of energy trap, isn't it?" Dr. Barnaby asked. "Yes, it is," Quest nodded in confirmation. "And an amazingly efficient one, at that. While it isn't capable of containing the creature indefinitely, it may be able to effectively neutralize it for a number of hours." He looked around the room and saw that the boys and Bandit had gone back out into the warm tropical afternoon. Then he continued speaking in a somewhat lower voice. "I believe Fleischer was attempting to lure the energy creature into the trap, using Bandit as bait. I further belive he would've used my son as bait as well, if Hadji hadn't stopped him." A grim look passed over Dr. Quest's face. "What could he possibly have hoped to gain from trapping the creature?" Barnaby wondered aloud. "Living energy, if it could be controlled or directed, could be a fearsome weapon if it fell into the wrong hands. That's one reason why Dr. Norman was so secretive about his experiments in the first place. He thought Cave Island would be sufficiently remote to help keep things under wraps." He paused. "Obviously word has gotten out about this little development." "Oh?" Barnaby raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that, doctor?" "I don't think Fleischer could've invented or constructed this device and kept it a secret. Do you?" Barnaby shook her head. "No, definitely not. Some of the components here are beyond anything available in our labs." "Exactly," confirmed Dr. Quest. "Ergo, he had outside help." Suddenly there was a commotion outside the hut. Dr. Quest heard Bandit barking and what sounded like Jonny's voice. He got up from where he had been kneeling next to Fleischer's device and went to the door. Dr. Barnaby and the rest of the team followed. Looking across the compound, he saw Jonny, Hadji, and Bandit running toward him. He also saw Race headed at a jog in the opposite direction, toward two men that were approaching from the edge of the jungle. "Dad! Dad!" Jonny called breathlessly. "It's him! It's that Dr. Fleischer!" With that, everyone rushed forward to where Race had confronted the two figures. Both were pretty roughed up but the smaller man standing beside Dr. Fleischer looked like Death warmed over. Even so, he was obviously in control; his arm gripped Dr. Fleishcer's like a vise. Fleischer looked like a man who had been beaten into the ground. "Dr. Simons!" Barnaby's voice rang out in shock. "We thought you were dead!" The man gave a small self-deprecating smile then glanced at Dr. Fleischer before returning Dr. Barnaby's gaze. "The reports of my demise were a bit premature..." * * * Half an hour later, with Fleischer secured in a locked hut, Dr. Simons finished telling his side of the story. After the explosion in the cave during the thunderstorm, he had been dazed and battered, cut in myriads of places by the flying debris. But he never completely lost consciousness. He had seen a shimmering blob of light emerge from the ruins of the lab and head toward him, at which time he had turned and run for all he was worth out of the cave into the storm. He had lingered temporarily by the cave entrance, torn between curiosity regarding Dr. Fleischer's condition and that of the lab, and fear of what he instinctively knew was the reincarnated energy monster. Then he had heard Fleischer's angry muttering as he stormed out of the cave. The fear of what Fleischer would do to him overriding all else, he had hidden in the dense vegetation beside the trail until the man had passed. "Then why didn't you come to us later? Why hide in the jungle for the last two days?" Dr. Quest could see that Barnaby felt a great deal of sympathy for Simons. But he could also see that, as a scientist, she had to know the truth. It was a trait he often found in himself. "I'm not too proud of that," Simons admitted. "I felt that Dr. Fleischer would sway any discussions we might have had about the incident; I needed to get some proof or at least find some way to make sure he couldn't harm me or ruin my career." Simons hung his head briefly then looked up again. "I was hiding in the jungle when Fleischer threatened Dr. Quest's son. Before I could make up my mind as far as what I could do, the other boy solved my problem for me by dropping like a meteorite from the sky. After they all left, I went over to Fleischer's body. That was when I heard the cries of the energy creature and I knew it was headed right for us." He paused, looking at the people gathered around. "I'm not proud of this either, but...I considered leaving Fleischer for the creature." "Doctor Simons!" Barnaby was obviously dismayed at Simons' admission. "But I couldn't do it," Simons continued. "I just couldn't. So I dragged him off down another path and avoided the creature as it stomped through the clearing. Then after he regained consciousness, we came here." "Dr. Barnaby, Dr. Quest," Race interjected. "While I appreciate the troubles Dr. Simons has gone through, we have a more urgent matter." "Yes, of course," Dr. Quest acknowledged. "That creature is still out there. However, I think I've come up with the beginnings of a plan. I'll need to talk to Dr. Fleischer, though, to confirm some details about his machine." * * * Flesicher was sullen but helpful. It was obvious he considered his position as one of defeat. He answered all of Dr. Quest's questions about the device; its features and functionality, its capacities, and even its origin. When Dr. Quest learned who had been Fleischer's sponsor, he got up and left. "Zin!" was Race's disgusted response when Dr. Quest informed him. "Why am I not surprised?" "We're going to have to do something about that man one of these days," Dr. Quest stated. "But right now, that will have to wait." "Was Fleischer forthcoming about his little pet project?" Dr. Barnaby asked as she approached the two men. "Yes, he was, Dr. Barnaby. In fact, I was just on my way to see you and the rest of the team. It's time we resolve this problem, hopefully once and for all." * * * "So it's really that simple," concluded Dr. Quest. The others around him did not look exactly relieved or ecstatic but hope was beginning to show on their faces again. "Once the creature is trapped in the device, we'll have several hours to dispose of it properly. Once that's done, I recommend we vacate the premises, seal the records from both our efforts, and put this all behind us." "I'm for that," Dr. Barnaby confirmed. The rest agreed; even Bandit barked his approval. * * * The lights and other electronic equipment were spread out in a large semi-circle in front of the cave. They were almost finished with the wiring, through which power would be fed from a portable generator located deep within the cave. Just inside the cave was another set of lights and devices, on a separate circuit. Further inside was a third. The cave had been chosen as the location for the trap since the creature, for whatever reasons or processes that possessed it, seemed to favor that area of the island. Additionally, it provided a natural means for directing the movement of the creature, which was critical to the plan. The plan was this: as the energy creature was drawn to and began consuming the energy in a circuit of equipment, power to the devices would automatically be shut off. Then the next level of devices would be activated. As the creature was thus drawn inside the cave, it would be led toward the small device that Fleischer had been given by Zin. Immediately surrounding the device were a large number of other pieces of equipment selected specifically for their relatively large electrical emissions. It was hoped this would provide an irresistable target for the creature's energy appetite. Fleischer had confirmed that if the creature was within three meters of the device when activated, it should be drawn into the internally-shielded container within the device and trapped. As an added precaution, Race supervised the installation of a Vue-Comm in a corner of the cave where it could command a view of the entire setup. Since it used a relatively low level of power, it was hoped that the device would not be at risk from the energy creature or draw it away from the trap. Finally, all was ready. * * * "Now we wait," Dr. Quest said as they all gathered around the monitoring console. The screen showed the dimly-lit cave interior with its silently-waiting banks of equipment. The generator could be heard chugging softly as it provided its trickle of electrical power. "Flying Eye to Base Camp, come in," the radio crackled with an incoming transmission. "Flying Eye to Base camp." Dr. Barnaby reached for the handset. "Base Camp, here, Flying Eye. What's your status? Over." "We have the creature's position and movement, Base." James Murphy, the pilot, raised his voice to be heard over the noise from the helicopter's rotors. "Looks like you're in luck; the thing seems to be moving toward the cave. Over." "Roger, Eye. Just keep a safe distance; we don't want any nasty surprises. Over." "Roger that, Base. Will keep you appraised. Flying Eye, out." Tension almost visibly mounted in the room. The creature was heading toward the cave and the trap. Would it take the bait? Would the trap work? Would the device hold? "Flying Eye to Base Camp!" Everyone jumped at Murphy's voice coming over the radio so soon after the last transmission. "Looks like we've got one of those nasty surprises for you -- someone's approaching the cave on foot!" "Say again, Eye? Over." "I repeat, someone is approaching the cave entrance on foot. This is not part of the plan as it was explained to me, doctors. Over." Just then Jenna McDonnel burst into the room. "Dr. Fleischer's gone! I went to bring him his supper and the door was wide open!" "Well, at least we know who our mystery man is," Race quipped as he grabbed the radio microphone. "Flying Eye, this is Base. We've identified the man approaching the cave as Dr. Fleischer. Do not attempt to stop him. He may be armed and is almost certainly dangerous." "Roger, Wilco. But he's in a heap of trouble, Base. We track the monster not forty meters away, heading directly for the cave. Over." "Keep an eye on him and the creature, Eye," Dr. Quest commanded, taking the microphone from Race. "Base, out." As soon as he returned the microphone to its cradle, he looked at Race, who immediately nodded. "I'll take a jet pack and a spare Vue-Comm. There may be just enough time." "Be careful, Race." "I will, doctor." He looked at Jonny and Hadji as he exited the hut. "Oh, and boys?" "Yes, sir?" they both answered simultaneously. "Just keep Bandit indoors this time, OK?" "Yes, sir!" * * * "There he is, Dr. Quest." Dr. Barnaby pointed toward the monitor receiving the signal from the Vue-Comm installed in the cave. A shadowy figure could be seen approaching, a dark silhouette against the light streaming in from the cave entrance. Just then Race checked in. "He must've gone into the cave, Base; he's nowhere in sight out here." "Yes, Race, we see him on the monitor. Can you reach him?" "Not in time. The monster's only twenty meters from the cave. I could get to him, I think, but we'd never make it out." "Affirmative. Keep yourself out of harm's way. We'll try talking to him from here." Dr. Quest toggled on the switch that activated the cave-installed Vue-Comm's voice circuit. "Dr. Fleischer! Dr. Fleischer, can you here me?" * * * Inside the cave, Dr. Fliescher was startled by the disembodied voice that came out of the deepest part of the cave. But only momentarily; he quickly got hold of himself and searched until he soptted the Vue-Comm hanging high along the back wall of the cave. He walked over and looked up into it. "I hear you, Dr. Quest. I also hear my destiny approaching." "What do you hope to accomplish, Dr. Fleischer?" "Don't worry, Quest; I'm not going to disrupt your little plan." Fleischer chuckled ruefully. "I'm just here to insure that it succeeds." And to redeem myself, he added silently. "Listen, there may still be a chance! Go to the furthest part of the cave and cover yourself with some of the debris from the explosion. Some of it is lead-lined and it may be enough to--" "No, Dr. Quest. My days of hiding and self-preservation at the expense of others are over." He looked over his shoulder as the monster entered the cave, then turned back toward the Vue-Comm's camera. "I must do this. Tell everyone I am sorry for the man I had become. Especially tell Dr. Simons that I -- I --" Fleischer stuttered and nearly choked as his rising shame threatened to overwhelm him. With a supreme effort he regained control and steadied his voice. "Tell Simons that he's a better scientist than I ever was. He will find a way to succeed." Behind him the monster wailed and crunched forward through the second set of equipment in its path. He looked up into the camera one last time. "Good-bye." Ignoring the urgent voices pleading with him from the Vue-Comm's speaker, he resolutely turned and walked over to the small device that he had smuggled onto the island. The small device he had been given by Dr. Zin who wanted him to use it to further Zin's plans, whatever they were. He had realized while he had been locked up in the hut that Zin had never mentioned the intended purpose for the living energy creature. He had also realized that he, the great Dr. Lemuel Fleischer, was being used by Zin just as any other disposable tool was used. With some dismay, he realized that he had been used for a long, long, time. He had decided, then and there, that it would end on his terms, not Dr. Zin's. He could feel electrical tension and magnetic fields building in the cave as the creature approached. He was glad they had not had time to make it visible; it was somehow easier to wait for it since it could not be seen. He placed his hands on top of the small device in front of him, drew in a deep breath, and closed his eyes. * * * A blinding white flash like many lightning bolts seen all at once poured from the monitor, and everyone watching it involuntarily flinched away from the visual overload. A horrible shrieking noise like metal being twisted and torn accompanied the blast of light. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The inside of the cave was dark, and still. "Dr. Quest! Come in, Base! Come in!" Race's voice crackled over the Vue-Comm's speaker. "I heard a horrible sound, and saw a flash of light -- what's happened? Come in, Base, come in!" "Race," Dr. Quest answered wearily. "It's over." * * * It only took a few moments for Race to cautiously enter the cave and confirm that the monster indeed appeared to be trapped inside Fleischer's device. At least the readings indicated a high energy source was now contained inside. There was no sign of Dr. Fleischer. As he pulled the device free from its couplings, he called to Murphy in the helicopter. "I've got the box! I'll be outside in a few seconds; lower your winch!" Shortly thereafter Race had secured the device inside the makeshift cradle connected by a stout cable to the underside of the 'copter. After a quick hand signal, he stepped back as the helicopter pilot lifted the device up into the air, then swung away to the east, heading out over the ocean. "The package is on its way," Race radioed back to the scientists waiting at the main camp. Soon the helicopter was but a tiny dot in the azure blue sky. Then it disappeared. * * * Within two hours the helicopter had returned to its berth on the supply ship, its mission accomplished. The small device containing its captured bundle of living energy had been dropped into the sea, directly over the Marianas Trench, the deepest part of the ocean. The device sank swiftly into the depths, passing from daylight through twilight to the absolute night of the ocean floor. If it survived its trip to the bottom of the sea, no one would ever be able to tell. Perhaps it did; or, perhaps, the intense water pressure, thousands of pounds per square inch, crushed it into a unrecognizeable tangle of metal before it hit the bottom. In any case, in the inky blackness of the ocean depths, more than five miles beneath its surface, the second known creature of pure animated energy met its end. * * * "Good-bye, Dr. Quest, Mr. Bannon," Dr. Barnaby firmly shook their hands as they stood next to the VERTOL's gangway. Dr. Simons, Jenna McDonnel and Sam Waterson stood behind her. "Good-bye, Dr. Barnaby," replied Race, who then proceeded into the plane's cockpit and began his pre-flight checks. Hadji and Jonny stood in the plane's hatch, Bandit secure in Hadji's arms. The boys waved and Bandit barked, then they, too, disappeared inside. "I'll send you a copy of my report, Ben," Dr. Barnaby said. "I'll do the same for you with mine, Alicia," Dr. Quest replied. "Doctor, I do have one last question for you." Seeing Dr. Quest's raised eyebrow, she continued. "Are all your consulting jobs this...um...interesting?" "Not all of them, doctor," Dr. Quest replied with some amusement. "Are you looking for another job?" Seeing her head shake, he chuckled. "Well, if you ever decide to go looking, and need a reference, let me know." "I'll do that, doctor. Safe journey." "Thanks." With that, the door to the plane closed and the walkway was raised. The plane was soon a swiftly-shrinking white dot in the deep blue cloudless sky over Cave Island. Dr. Alicia Barnaby and the rest silently watched until it disappeared. - - T H E E N D - - End file.	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null	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney 1. Chapter 1 Prologue Ortensia bustled around the house, readjusting numerous orange and black decorations as she did. It was Halloween, and everyone was getting together for a party that evening. The children were going to go trick or treating together, and after that would return for a few fun games that had been planned. She hoped that the evening would go off without a hitch. Everything was just about ready: the food, the décor, and the party games. The bunny children were off at another party for the evening, so the atmosphere was a little darker than it normally would have been. Ortensia had even given the children permission to do scarier makeup if they wanted to. However, she was squeamish at the thought of what some of them might do, especially Spinelli. Sora, Riku, and Kairi had already arrived a few minutes ago, dressed as a unique looking trio made up of a vampire, gargoyle, and witch, respectively. Ortensia had immediately given candy duty to Riku, knowing that he was likely the only one who wouldn't snack on the treats. The trio were hanging out on the couch, watching TV. Riku kept an eye on the door, and Sora and Kairi lazily sat on the couch, starting to get a little tired of waiting for their friends. The three of them were holding handmade treat bags that Kairi had crafted herself. "Don't worry." Ortensia said to them reassuringly. "You'll get to go out trick-or-treating soon, once everyone else arrives." She adjusted her costume, which was only a witch hat, before heading into the kitchen to check on the pizza she'd been baking. A few minutes later a loud groan could be heard. "Gremlin Hyperion! I told you to watch the oven!" Ortensia cried. "Now the pizza's completely burnt; they'll never eat it." "I'm sorry Ortensia; I got a little distracted." The Gremlin sadly looked down at his apron, which had a Mickey Mouse-shaped Jack-O-Lantern on it. "We don't have a spare…we'll have to order out. I hope Tony's is open on Halloween…" the cat fretted, heading to the phone. Meanwhile, back in the front of the house, there was a knock at the door. Riku looked at the clock on the wall. "Five thirty and they're out already? Halloween keeps starting earlier and earlier." He said to himself as he got up to get the door. He grabbed the bowl of candy from the table near the door, and then opened the door. "Trick or treat!" It was not a group of random trick-or-treaters, but six familiar faces. T.J. and company were standing there at the door, fully costumed, and barely recognizable. "I could barely tell it was you guys." Riku laughed, scooping a handful of candy from the bowl. He put it in T.J.'s pillowcase. He then did it again, five more times, for the other five members of the group. "Happy Halloween." "Wow, a whole handful! Thanks!" Gus said happily. He was dressed as Captain America, complete with shield. T.J. was Taran (From _The Black Cauldron_), Vince was Dash from _The Incredibles_, Spinelli was Vanellope Von Schweetz, Gretchen was dressed as Kim Possible, and Mikey was dressed as a bear. Prescott suddenly popped in out of nowhere. "You'd better not give out handfuls to everyone who comes to the door, Riku; remember what Ortensia said." The Gremlin reminded him. Prescott was dressed as a fun-sized Captain Hook. "I know, I know." Riku said. "But they're friends; I wanted to give them extra." "Fine. But I won't hesitate to tell Ortensia if I catch you giving out handfuls to strangers." Prescott added with a small finger wag. Riku rolled his eyes before saying. "Come on in. The others haven't gotten here yet, but Sora and Kairi are in there watching _The Legend of Sleepy Hollow_ short." He pointed his thumb back in the direction of the other two teens, who had heard the commotion and were calling the group over. "You guys get any candy yet?" Sora asked as the group of six sat down on the floor in front of the large TV. "Nope; no one's giving out candy just yet, except here I guess." T.J. said. He lifted up his pillowcase. "But we're ready to get tons." "They'll probably start setting up in half an hour." Gremlin Gus said, entering the room as an aviator. "That's usually when the trick or treating starts." "This whole holiday is a waste of time." Prescott rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go work on the decorations outside, Prescott?" Gus asked, giving his fellow Gremlin a soft glare. "Fine." "Well, I hope the rest of the guys get here by the time trick-or-treating starts; I don't want to miss out on the candy." Vince said, fiddling with his mask. Everyone turned their attention back to the short onscreen while Gremlin Gus headed into the kitchen to check on Ortensia and Hyperion, and Prescott headed outside to work on decorations. In fifteen minutes, there was another knock at the door. Riku got up to answer it, and found that this time it was Dipper and Mabel. Dipper was dressed as a classic vampire; he even had a faux bite mark on his neck. Mabel was dressed as her idea of a witch: her dress and hat were black with orange trim, and orange glitter highlighted the end of her hair; her hair, hat, and dress were all covered with fake candy. The twins held matching pillowcases that they had decorated the night before. "Happy Halloween!" Mabel cried, throwing her hands in the air as she twirled around, tossing glitter everywhere. Dipper nudged her with his elbow. "Mabel, you're supposed to say trick or treat first, remember?" "Oh yeah." The girl remembered. "I'm just really excited!" The twins then cheerfully said "Trick or treat!" in unison. Riku laughed before giving them each a handful of candy and welcoming them inside. "Nice costumes you two; old school, but still very cool. Sora and Kairi are a vampire and witch too." Mabel's eyes grew wide, and she grabbed her brother's wrist. "Come on Dipper! Let's go see!" She quickly dragged her twin over to the couch where Sora and Kairi were, and the three of them (Dipper wasn't quite as enthusiastic) gushed about how cool it was that they matched. Minutes later, Riku answered the door again. He found himself greeting a cloaked figure wearing a fedora and a white half-mask. He recognized the visible half of the face as Jordan's; the teen smiled at him. Then, Riku backed up to get a better look at the costume. "Let me guess…" The white haired teen said, tapping his chin with his finger in thought. "You're a thief of some kind?" "Sorry, no. I'm the Phantom of the Opera." Jordan replied with a small bow. "What are you? A bat?" He laughed. Riku laughed. "Nope. A gargoyle." He replied, gesturing to the horns on his head that Kairi had made. He extended the bowl of candy to Jordan. "Help yourself." The boy took a handful and tossed it in his pillowcase, then said, "Alex'll be inside in a minute." before looking back out the door and down the driveway. Riku decided to keep the door open while they waited for the girl. Eventually, they saw her come up the driveway dressed as what appeared to be a knight, but without a helmet. She had her sword on her back, and her hair was down; she had a braid wrapped around the back of her head. "She's Joan of Arc." Jordan said to Riku as he watched his sister come up the driveway. He headed out to help her after seeing that she was struggling a little bit. Soon, the Phantom of the Opera was escorting Joan of Arc towards the door. Alex tried her best to enter gracefully; however, she tripped over the bottom part of the doorframe. Luckily, her brother was still on hand to catch her. "I wasn't expecting you to come dressed as a princess." Spinelli said, crossing her arms. "Joan of Arc isn't a princess; she's a French war hero. And you know, I wasn't expecting to see you dressed as Vanellope Von Schweetz. I thought you liked dressing in scary costumes." Alex replied with a small smirk, crossing her arms. "I decided to take a break from being scary this year. Sue me." Alex then walked over to the couch and fell back onto it. Her legs went up in the process, and sneakers could be seen on her feet. "Sneakers, huh?" Dipper asked, as he, Mabel, Kairi, and Sora sat back down on the couch beside her. "I know; I'm cheating. But come on, they're more comfortable. And in my defense: they don't sell knight boots." "Well, you could've at least had me make them look like knight shoes." Jordan said as he sat down on one of the couch's armrests. "So, what're we watching?" he asked. "_The Legend of Sleepy Hollow_." Riku told him, squeezing himself back into his spot on the couch. "Sweet." Alex said, putting her head on Sora's shoulder. "Speaking of sweet, when are we gonna go out and trick or treat?" Spinelli asked impatiently. "I've been waiting for this all day." Gremlin Gus suddenly came back into the room. "In a few minutes; don't worry Spinelli." He noticed that Dipper, Mabel, Alex and Jordan had arrived. "Ah, a vampire, witch, Joan of Arc, and the Phantom of the Opera, eh? Very nice." Riku suddenly got up to grab the candy bowl, then brought it back over to the couch. "Here Alex, help yourself." He said, holding it out to her. She took a handful, put it in her treat pillowcase, which had Joan of Arc's coat of arms on it, then said, "I think you might need to refill." Riku looked into the bowl and noticed that it was almost out of candy, except for one piece. Before he could take the bowl back to fill it up again, Alex grabbed the remaining piece for herself. Riku laughed, and then headed back over to the table, where five extra bags of candy lay in wait. Jordan then pulled a CD from his pocket. "Here," he handed it to Gremlin Gus. "A Halloween mix. I figured Ortensia would want some music, since this is a party...kind of." "Thank you Jordan." The Gremlin replied. He looked at the track list. "The "Ghostbusters theme", "This is Halloween"…ah yes; this will be much better." "Than what?" "Ortensia bought a CD of Halloween songs, but it's extremely childish. I think they were for the bunny children, but she mentioned playing it tonight. This will make an excellent replacement." The Gremlin went to put the CD into a player, and soon "This is Halloween" started to play. No one bothered to get up and dance, however, as they were much more interested in listening to Brom Bones tell the story of the Headless Horseman in song. "Do you think we'll see the Headless Horseman tonight?" Gus asked. "I remember seeing him at the Halloween party at the park." "Not unless someone's out there riding around in costume on a horse." Jordan said with a small laugh. "Is that even allowed?" Kairi asked. Ortensia suddenly entered the room, looking a little frazzled. She sighed when she saw the group of youths. "Good, you're all here." She said with a small smile. "Except Jonny and Hadji; I didn't hear back from them, though. Anyhow, Gremlin Gus will be the one taking you out trick-or-treating tonight. Whenever he's ready, you can go." She then pulled the Gremlin aside to speak with him. "The pizza won't be here for three hours. I need you to keep them busy with trick-or-treating until then." She whispered to him. The Gremlin raised his eyebrows. "You didn't order one of those giant ones, did you?" "I had to. Hyperion let the others burn." She sighed. "Hyperion's never been very good in the kitchen…" the Gremlin said to himself. "Well, all right then; I'll take them out for three hours. Their parents won't be happy about all the extra candy they'll get, though." "Don't worry, Oswald will handle that. He always does." Ortensia replied with a small smile. The group got together at the door. Just as they were headed out, they stopped dead. A robotic head, the head of the Old Hag from _Snow White_, had dropped down in front of them. Alex went for her sword, but stopped when Prescott stuck his head down next to the hag's. "Prescott, what are you doing?" Gremlin Gus asked, folding his arms and tapping his foot in the air sternly. "Working on decorations, just like you asked me to." Prescott replied smugly. "Are these old Beetleworx parts?" Gus examined the "decorations". "You'll scare all the children! Imagine how many little ones will run away from here crying once they catch sight of these monstrosities." "What else was I supposed to decorate with? Pumpkins? That's a waste of produce!" "There are proper Halloween decorations in the attic. Get them down from there, then take these down and put those up in their place." "Why should I? It's already Halloween." Gremlin Gus rolled his eyes. "All right, fine. Ask Pinga to fix the decorations. You can hand out candy, since Riku is going out with the rest of us." Prescott seemed to hate this idea even more than replacing the décor, but he begrudgingly agreed before heading inside to fetch Pinga. Gus and the youths then headed out to start trick-or-treating. 2. Chapter 2 "All right, which way do we start? Left or right?" The Gremlin asked, adjusting his aviator goggles. "Right. We can loop around the other way once we reach the end of the street." Jordan said. "All right then. Let's go." They headed down the sidewalk, and they hadn't even made it to the first house before bumping into two very familiar faces: Jonny and Hadji, dressed as Kristoff Bjorgman and Flynn Rider, respectively. Race then appeared behind them, dressed as comic strip detective Dick Tracy. "Jonny! Hadji! You made it!" T.J. said. "Ortensia said you weren't coming." Jordan added. "What are you doing here?" "We didn't get her message until yesterday." Jonny replied. "We were gonna go to a Halloween festival, but when we heard about the party, we changed our plans." He smiled, adjusting the hat on his head. "I like your Phantom of the Opera costume." Hadji complimented as he looked over Jordan's costume. "You're the second person who's recognized me tonight." Jordan noted with a small smile. "Jor, you need to accept the fact that you won't be very well recognized." His sister giggled. The boy simply rolled his eyes in reply. Gremlin Gus, meanwhile, spoke with Race. "You think you can handle them all by yourself?" Race asked. "They can be a rowdy group." "I'll be fine; they won't get into much trouble, I'm sure." The Gremlin assured him. "Besides, if I need any extra help, I have Riku." "All right then; I'll head on over to the house. When do you expect you'll be back?" "In three hours, at least. Ortensia wants them out of the house until the pizza gets there." Race nodded, slightly surprised at how long they'd be out, before continuing down the sidewalk to the house. "Who's Race supposed to be?" Vince asked, once the bodyguard was out of earshot. "He said he's Dick Tracy, a detective of some kind." Jonny informed. "All right everyone," Gremlin Gus announced. "Are we ready to continue on?" "We can't really continue; we haven't even started." Dipper commented. "We have!" Hadji said, as he and Jonny lifted up their pillowcases, which were just slightly heavy. "How many houses have you guys hit?" Spinelli asked, surprised. "I think five or six…" Jonny guessed. "Not sure." "We haven't hit any." The girl was slightly jealous. "You'll all get plenty of candy; don't worry. Trick-or-treating isn't a competition, you know." Gremlin Gus told them with a small finger wag. "Now, let's get a move on, while the night is still young!" The group headed down the sidewalk and started their evening of trick-or-treating. They stopped at each lit house along the way, reciting the same phrase over and over in unison: Trick or treat. It became a pattern. It soon grew dark. The part of the neighborhood that they were currently in was not very well lit; there were many dark homes, and only darkness lay in sight. Many of the group's members pulled out glow sticks they had brought along with them and snapped them to life. The small glowing lights, however, did not provide much illumination; just enough light to let them see one another. "Did we go the wrong way?" Mabel asked, moving her glow stick around. "We've been walking straight down the sidewalk; I didn't think there was a wrong way." Gretchen said, peering ahead into the darkness. "Maybe we went too far and walked into a part of the neighborhood that doesn't celebrate Halloween." Jordan suggested. "This is very odd." Gremlin Gus admitted. "But I'm sure there will be more houses with candy ahead. Let's soldier on." They continued ahead, but did not make it very far when they felt a cold presence rush through them. "Did anyone else feel that? That cold?" Dipper asked, shivering a little. "Yeah. What _was_ that?" Jordan asked. "It's a little chilly tonight, but that…that was weird." There was a _whoosh_ of wind, and the group turned their attention back to the path ahead of them. In the distance, they saw a strange, dim, orange glow. "What's that?" Spinelli asked, looking at it curiously. "A jack-o-lantern, maybe?" Kairi guessed. "It looks like it's getting closer; it can't be a jack-o-lantern." Riku noticed. "What is it?" As the glow got closer, they could begin to make out a shape. It looked like a hooded figure. The stranger continued gliding forward; it wasn't walking. "A g-ghost?" Gus (Griswald) asked, stuttering. He quickly went behind Mikey, and shakily lifted up his plastic shield for protection. Once it was about a foot away, the mysterious figure stopped. It lifted a long sleeve, and in another moment it's face was visible. It was a skull, with glowing gold eyes. Its sleeve fell back a little, and a bony hand was revealed. "It _is_ a ghost!" Gus squealed, squeezing Mikey's costume tightly. "Gus, be careful!" the larger boy chastised him. "Sorry Mikey." "A Heartless?" Sora whispered to Riku. "Maybe." The older boy murmured. He asked the figure, "Who are you? What do you want?" "I…" The cloaked skeleton began in a raspy voice. "Am the bringer of death." Everyone froze. "The Grim Reaper?" Jonny exclaimed. "Yes." The figure replied with a slight nod. "W-what do you want with us?" Dipper asked, stepping forward a little. "Is one of us going to…die?" The Reaper looked at him, slightly annoyed. "Why else would I be here? What, do you think; that I'm going trick-or-treating?" "Who's kicking the bucket, then?" Spinelli asked, laughing a little at the apparition. "Is it Gremlin Gus? He's the oldest one here; it's probably about time for him to go." The Gremlin shot a glare at the girl, after nervously glancing at the dark spirit. "No." The Reaper answered. "It is…" he drew a long, raspy breath. "Him." He pointed a single bony finger at Riku, who fell back a little in shock. "Me?" the young man asked, his voice strained. The Reaper simply nodded. "No way!" Sora stepped forward, extending his arms out to protect Riku. "Take me instead." "Or me." Kairi went next to him. "Take any of us." Alex came forward. "Don't take him." "No. The only way he can escape his fate is…" the ghoul trailed off. "What? Does he have to collect candy for you?" Mabel inquired. "No." The Reaper sent her what looked like a glare. "He has to evade death for the whole night." "How am I supposed to do that?" Riku asked, confused. "I think what he means is that you have to run away from him for the whole night." Gretchen explained. The Reaper nodded, confirming that what she had said was true. "Once it is midnight, you are safe." "Sounds easy enough." T.J. said. The Reaper then stretched his hand out towards Riku, and created a blue orb within it. The orb began to suck energy from the boy, who pulled back. The phantom laughed maniacally. "What was that?" Hadji asked. "He took…some energy from me." Riku gasped. "I feel a little weak." "The clock is ticking." The Reaper hissed. "Run." The group heeded him and took off, running past him and heading down the sidewalk. Once they had gotten a fair distance away, they stopped for a brief moment and found that the neighborhood around them was once again alight. Other trick-or-treaters were roaming the sidewalks, and the people at the houses were giving out candy, as per usual on Halloween. "But…I thought this part of the neighborhood was dark." Gus recounted. "It must have been the Reaper playing tricks or something." Jordan said. "How are we going to stay away from him 'til midnight?" Kairi asked, nervous and flustered. "We'll just have to keep ahead of him." Gremlin Gus declared. "We're already a good distance away from him, and if we move quickly and he doesn't cheat, we can still get our trick-or-treating done. Once we make it back to the house, we should be safe. As long as no one lets him in, of course." "All right." T.J. went to the front of the group. "We've gotta go double time if we want to get our candy and outrun that creepy Reaper guy. So let's move, move, move!" The group quickly went into action. They ran down the street together, hitting house after house. Their pillowcases got heavier and heavier as they went, and this slowed them down considerably. Soon, the Reaper was gaining on them. "All this candy is weighing us down!" Dipper cried. "We're never gonna make it!" "We have to keep going; we can't let him take Riku!" Sora said, determined. "Sora, I can take care of myself." Riku cut in. "Don't worry about me; I'll get away from him." "What are you saying, Riku?" Gremlin Gus asked. "I'll go ahead and run back to the house. That way, he'll follow me and you guys can get your trick-or-treating done." He replied. "I don't want to completely ruin your night." "It can't get much worse than it already is." Spinelli huffed. "Well, try to salvage what's left of it. Ok?" The group then came to a stop. "You sure you'll be okay, Riku?" Kairi asked worriedly. "I'll be fine, Kairi. Don't worry." The boy smiled at her. "All right, Riku; if you're sure you can handle it." Gremlin Gus said with a nod. "Go ahead. Good luck!" The boy handed Kairi his sack full of candy, then ran off down the street. The group watched him go, and then turned their attention back to the Reaper, who was behind them and getting closer by the second. Once he was upon them, the ghoul went right by and continued down the sidewalk in pursuit of Riku. "It worked!" Jonny cried. "Of course it did; he wanted Riku, not us." Jordan reminded him. "I hope he makes it." Gus worried. "Well, let's get back to our trick-or-treating." Gremlin Gus spoke up. "We still have a couple of hours before Ortensia wants us back at the house." "She won't be too happy to see Riku back early." Spinelli snickered as they started down the street again. "Once she finds out who's after him, I don't think she'll care too much." Vince laughed a little. "The Grim Reaper is no joking matter." Gremlin Gus scolded them. "What if he actually did get ahold of Riku? You'd never see him again." "That would be awful." Mabel frowned. "Riku's so cool; it's kind of scary to think that something like that could happen to him." "It could happen to anyone." A couple hours and numerous houses later, they were on their way back to where they had started. Their candy bags seemed to weigh tons. When they knocked on the door, a sour-looking Prescott greeted them. He was no longer in costume. "Trick-or-treat." They all said tiredly. The Gremlin rolled his eyes, and then gave them each one piece of candy. "Happy Halloween." He muttered. "Oh, come on Prescott. Where's your Halloween spirit?" Gremlin Gus asked. "And your costume. Where'd that go?" Alex added. "It all left when I was hosed down by two hooligans and their high-power squirt guns. Skeens and Mundy, I think I heard their names were." "Skeens and Mundy are out?" T.J. asked. "Apparently so. You know them?" "They're just some jerks from our school." Vince explained. "Ah. I hope Ms. Finster takes care of them then." The Gremlin said before heading back inside. The group followed him. "Riku came back surprisingly early; said he was being chased." Prescott continued. He laughed. "I thought he was braver than that, being a Keyblade Master and all. I suppose not." They chose not to say anything of their encounter with the Reaper, and kept quiet. Mikey's stomach growled. "Is the pizza here yet?" he asked. "Ortensia just went out to pick it up. It might be a while, though, so in the meantime you can watch a movie. I'll be in the other room." "I'm going to go change out of my costume." Gremlin Gus said to the youths. "I'll be right back." They nodded, then went over into the TV room where Riku was. He had changed into some jeans and a Halloween sweater that Mabel had made, and was browsing through the selection of movies that were available for streaming. "You made it!" Kairi cried as she and Sora ran over and flung their arms around him. "Yeah; I think I managed to lose him by taking a shortcut." Riku replied, prying his friends off of him. "But it's not midnight yet; he'll probably at the door soon." "Well, we're safe in here. As long as no one lets him in." Dipper sighed, somewhat relieved. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Prescott could be heard talking in the adjacent room: "Nine o'clock at night and the trick-or-treaters are still out…" he grumbled. "Will this holiday ever end? Riku, answer the door and give them their candy." The boy got up, grabbed the bowl of candy, and went to answer the door. He peered through the frosted glass to get a look at who it was (Or at least what they were dressed as), but stopped in his tracks once he had seen them. He quickly put the candy back and sprinted back over to the couch. "Was it him?" Jonny whispered. Riku nodded silently, his face paler than before. "Who was it?" Prescott asked, entering the room; still as grumpy as ever. "Did they get their candy?" Another knock sounded, exactly like the one before. "Are they still there?" Prescott tapped his foot. He paused and thought for a moment, then continued. "You didn't answer the door, did you?" "No." Riku whispered. "Why not?" No answer. "Fine then, I'll answer it myself." Prescott huffed, grabbing the bowl of candy and heading over to the door to answer it. Before he could reach it, however, he was stopped by a mob of fourteen jumping on top of him almost all at once. They landed with a _thud_ on the floor. _Knock_, _knock_. "Get off of me _this instant_!" Prescott's muffled voice shouted from beneath the pile. "All of you! _Now_!" Gremlin Gus, now in his normal attire, quickly appeared in the room after hearing all of the noise. "What happened?" he asked, surveying the hectic scene. "Prescott almost let the Reaper in!" Dipper cried, getting onto his knees and pointing at the door. Gremlin Gus quickly looked to the door and was able to just make out the shape of the cloaked ghoul through the glass. His face whitened. "What Reaper?" Prescott's head popped out from under the pile of youths. "What is all of this about?" "Riku was confronted by the Grim Reaper on the street earlier." Gretchen explained. "He wants to do him in." Jordan made a slight slitting motion across his throat. "_The_ Grim Reaper?" Prescott was taken aback. He shook his head. "No. That's nonsense." He muttered. "Utter nonsense." "It's true, Prescott! If Riku doesn't stay away from him, then he'll end up being taken by the Reaper. He'll die." Gremlin Gus explained. "I was with them when all of it happened." "All right then…supposing this is all true…how do you know that's the Reaper?" Prescott asked. "It could just be another trick-or-treater _dressed_ as the Reaper." "I saw his eyes." Riku said, speaking up from his seat on the couch; he was the only one that hadn't gone over to stop Prescott. "They were glowing. It has to be him." "Well then…we'll just have to keep the door shut, won't we?" Prescott said, relieved to know that this meant the end of the holiday (At least for him). "Yes." Gremlin Gus nodded. "Let's turn the porchlight off; that should let any remaining trick-or-treaters know that we're done for the night." Everyone got up off of the floor to let Prescott get up. The Gremlin then flipped the porchlight off, and then took the bowl of candy back to the kitchen. Gremlin Gus took another look at the door; the eyes were still visible, glowing as eerily as ever. The kids got back together on the couch to put on a movie, so they could distract themselves from the death that waited at their door. Riku scrolled through the titles, finding nothing good…or age appropriate. "Is there anything we can watch on here?" he asked as he moved through the section marked "Halloween Movies". "How about that one? It looks creepy enough." Spinelli said, pointing to a movie entitled _Shadow Stalkers_. Riku clicked on it, but a message popped up declaring that they were too young for it. "Ortensia set up parental controls. Of course." Jordan rolled his eyes. Just then, there was another knock at the door. Then, a voice from behind it declared, "It's me; Ortensia. I need help carrying the pizza." The Gremlins went to let her in, and as soon as she was inside they shut the door and locked it tight. "What's that all about?" she asked them, raising her eyebrows. "Nothing; it's just getting late, and we want the children to be safe." Gremlin Gus said with a small smile. "Well, there's a trick-or-treater out there on the doorstep dressed as the Grim Reaper. Why don't you give him some candy?" she asked the children, handing the large pizza over to the Gremlins. In a flash, several shouts of "No!" emitted from the couch. The children quickly got closer together. "What? Are we all out?" Ortensia glanced confusedly at the children as she asked the Gremlins about the candy supply. "No, it's not that." Gremlin Gus answered. He then whispered all the details into her ear. "Oh my!" she cried, once he had finished. "What can we do?" "We have to wait him out, I'm afraid. He'll leave at midnight." "All right then." To the children, she said, "Nobody goes out, understood?" "We weren't planning on it." Alex replied with a nod. Soon, the pizza was served. Alex, Sora, and Kairi went to change into more comfortable clothes and came back a few minutes later. Once they had all had their fill of pizza, they gave their plates to Ortensia and sat together around the coffee table, their pillowcases of candy at the ready. 3. Chapter 3 "Time for the candy swap!" T.J. announced, lifting his candy into the air. He then put it down in front of him and began rummaging through it to get a look at his haul. "How does this work, exactly?" Dipper asked. "We take all the candy we don't want out of our bags, and then we trade it with each other. Easy." T.J. explained, taking a small package of gumdrops and putting them on the table in front of him. "Put all the stuff you don't want in a pile in front of you." The group did just that. Riku continued scrolling through the movies; he had chosen to give his candy to Sora and Kairi, who were in the process of splitting it between themselves and sorting out the duds. "Hey Ortensia, do you think you could turn off the parental controls?" Spinelli called out to the cat in the other room. Ortensia walked into the room. "No can do. I don't need any of you getting nightmares after watching something too scary." "Aw, come on. We can handle it." "No you can't." "She's right; we can't." Gus said quietly as he put a pumpkin cream-filled Winger-Dinger into his pile. "Find something appropriate, or don't watch anything at all. Understand?" Ortensia asked firmly. The group murmured their agreement, and Ortensia left the room again. "Well, what'll it be? We have two choices: _Killer Bee Attack_ and _The Haunted House on Haunted Hill_." Riku announced. "Everything else is blocked." "I vote for the second one; the Killer Bee movie doesn't sound very good." Jordan chimed in. "Okay, that's one vote for the haunted house…what about the rest of you?" Everyone voted for _The Haunted House on Haunted Hill_, except for Spinelli, who wanted to watch the killer bees. "It'll be cool!" she said. "Come on guys; don't be such wimps. Bees aren't that scary." "Sorry Spin; you're outnumbered." Riku selected the chosen move, and after a few minutes of loading, it started. They continued putting together their piles of tradable candy. "So, what's this movie about?" Jonny asked as he stuck a homemade popcorn ball into his trading pile. "The description said that it is about a man who invites ten people to his house, offering a cash reward for the person who can stay a whole night. Then, he starts scaring them away one by one." Hadji replied. "Ooh, you're watching _The Haunted House on Haunted Hill_?" Ortensia asked, walking back into the room with a small white garbage bag. "Oswald and I went to see that back when it was released to theaters…it was very scary." "Really?" Gus squealed. "Well, scary at the time. We watched it again a few days ago, and we found the scares to be really very cheesy. It's still a good movie though." "What's the trash bag for?" Alex asked, changing the subject. "Any homemade goodies you might have gotten." "Like this?" Jonny held up the popcorn ball. "Yes. Put it in here, please." She held out the bag for him, and he tossed it inside. "Why are you taking all the homemade stuff?" asked Vince. "We don't know what's in them. Better to be safe than sorry; we don't need any of you getting sick." "But homemade treats are always made full of love!" Mikey protested, holding tightly onto the popcorn ball he had gotten. "Not necessarily." Ortensia took his popcorn ball and threw it into the bag. Then, she put the bag beside the table and said, "If you come across anymore homemade things or just plain bad candy, toss it in there. I'll be back to get it later." She left the room. Dipper quickly tossed a plethora of Mr. Adequate Bars into the bag. "Good riddance." He said, wiping his hands on his cape. Once everyone had sorted out their candy, they began trading as they watched the movie. "He's taking her to the basement…she's dead." Jordan said as he handed a nougat filled chocolate bar to his sister, who gave him a caramel nut bar in return. "Wait, he's killing them?" Spinelli asked, giving T.J. some fruit chews in exchange for some candy corn. "I thought Hadji said he was just scaring them away." "Oh yeah. I meant to say, "She's gone."." Jordan corrected himself. "It's the skeleton of Mrs. Holmes!" the woman onscreen cried before fainting. "Poor Mrs. Holmes." Mikey wept for the fictional movie woman. "She never had a chance!" "It's not her skeleton Mikey; it's fake." Kairi reminded him. "The guy really just scared her away." "That's two…he's got eight more people to go." Vince noted. "I bet the guys are gonna be tough for him." "He's probably saving them for last." T.J. added through a mouthful of chocolate. "Why is he doing this, anyway?" Sora asked. "Can't you tell? The guy's nuts!" Mabel pointed out. "I mean, listen to that creepy laugh he has." Onscreen, the wicked man cackled maniacally. "See?" "Yeah. He sounds like bad news." "Why did he pick these ten people, though?" Alex asked, laying her head on Sora's shoulder. "What's his motive?" She popped a sour candy into her mouth. "I'm curious about that too. Are they people he hates? Or are they all members of the same family lined up for an inheritance of some kind. One that he wants to take for himself? There are so many unanswered questions here!" Gretchen added. "He didn't say anything about being related to any of them." Riku noted. "I think he just hates them." "He's a millionaire, and he's giving money to each of them as long as they stay in the house until morning." Jordan said. "Don't you remember from the beginning?" "Oh yeah; and every time one of them leaves, he adds their money to the prizes for the others." Dipper recounted. "So, there are two gone?" Alex asked. "Yup." Her brother nodded. "And eight to go." The group spent the rest of the night watching movies and trading candy, while the Grim Reaper still waited right outside their door. End file.	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney, Supernatural	Fanfiction	null	36,138	13,175.1
null	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney Ice Cream in the Rain The group was at the mall to get some of the tastiest ice cream around. They stood crowded together inside the tiny ice cream shop, looking into the cases at the cold dessert's many flavors. After a minute, a man came to the counter to take their orders. He looked at Riku expectantly, since he was the oldest and the one most likely to have the money. "We'll have fifteen cones." Riku said, handing the cashier a fifty-dollar bill. The man looked at him, slightly surprised, before taking the money and going back to his register. Another man came to the counter to do the scooping. T.J. and co. were the first to step up and order. "I'll have a scoop of cookie dough, please." T.J. said, pointing to the flavor inside the case. In a minute, he was given his cone. "Chocolate chip for me." Vince said, receiving his cone shortly afterward. "I'll take that too, but make it minty." Spinelli said. The man gave her a confused glance. "Mint chocolate chip, genius." "Hey, be nice to him Spinelli." Sora came over and elbowed her as he scolded her. "Yeah, or you can forget about your ice cream." Riku added with a small laugh. "All right, fine. Mint chocolate chip, _please_." The girl begrudgingly corrected herself. "I'll have a single scoop of cookies and cream, please." Gretchen said, stepping forward. The girls were handed their cones in a matter of minutes. "And I will have strawberry!" Mikey said. Kairi quickly appeared beside him. "That's my favorite!" she said to him, smiling. To the man taking the orders, she said, "I'll have a scoop of strawberry too." "The rest of the gang doesn't like strawberry." Mikey said to Kairi as they were handed their cones. "I'm glad I know someone who likes it." Kairi laughed. "Me too. Sora and Riku don't like it either. I don't know why." "I'll have a scoop of vanilla." Dipper said. "Rainbow sherbert!" Mabel twirled around beside him. "You like rainbow sherbert too? I should have known." Alex ran over to her. "Y'know, I thought I was alone on that. Jordan thinks it's tacky. He likes rocky road." "It's her favorite." Dipper said. "She's loved it since we were kids. No idea why; it's too sweet for me." "It tastes like rainbows, bro! Couldn't you tell?" Mabel's eyes grew wide and sparkled a little. "It's perfection!" "I guess I just can't handle rainbows." Dipper laughed. "I'll take rainbow sherbert too." Alex said, putting her hand in the air a little. After they were given their cones, Sora spoke up. "I'll have chocolate. With rainbow sprinkles!" he said excitedly. "Ooh!" Mabel quickly turned back around. "I want sprinkles too!" "Mabel, you have a whole container of those back home! Remember when Grunkle Stan gave them to you?" Dipper said. "I ate all of those already. Besides, I want some on my ice cream!" "Guys, take it easy. Toppings are extra." Riku said, trying to calm the girl and teen down. "Aww, come on Riku. Sprinkles are awesome!" Sora protested. "Fine." Riku laughed, rolling his eyes. "Who wants sprinkles besides Sora and Mabel? Anyone?" No one answered; all of them were content with topping-free ice cream. "All right then." Riku took fifty cents from the change he'd been given and gave it back to the cashier. "I'll go ahead and order: I'd like vanilla as well." Sora and Riku soon received their cones, and sprinkles were added to Mabel's cone. "All right, who's left?" asked the ice cream scooper. Gus quietly came out of the group and said, "I'd like chocolate, please." "Here you go." He was handed a cone. "Thanks!" he brightened up considerably. Jonny and Hadji then came forward. "I'll have peanut butter swirl." Jonny said. "How 'bout you, Haj?" "I'll have butterscotch." The boy said. The boys were then handed their cones. Finally, it was Ven's turn to get his ice cream. "Ok, let's see…" the boy peered into the cases, looking at each flavor. "Uh…do you have Double Crunch?" "Never heard of it." "How about Honey Bunny?" "Nope, sorry." "Spark Lemon?" T.J. then cut in "Uh, Ven…where are all these flavors from? I've never heard of them." A wave of realization hit Ven. "Oh, yeah. Of course." He rubbed his neck and then smiled sheepishly at the slightly annoyed cashier. "Sorry about that. Can I have a scoop of cotton candy ice cream?" "Sure thing." Once Ven had gotten his cone, the group left the shop. "Ven, you never did tell us where those flavors were from." Dipper said. "Yeah. They sound kinda crazy. Where can you get 'em?" Jonny asked. "They're from Disney Town. I should take you guys to get some sometime; they're really yummy!" Ven said with a grin before taking a lick of his cotton candy ice cream. As the group headed for the exit, they saw that outside, the sky had grown very dark. "I think it's raining outside." Kairi said. "Maybe we should wait for it to let up." "Oswald said he would have the bus out there to pick us up in a few minutes. We can wait a little while out there." Riku said. "Come on guys." The group went outside and stayed under the cover above the outdoor ticket booths at the movie theater. They ate their ice cream and talked as they waited. Soon, they saw Oswald's bus coming around the corner, and began to head over to it. Before the bus made it next to the covered area, however, it stopped about a yard away. "Why'd he stop?" asked Gus, who had just taken another lick of his chocolate ice cream. "I think the area in front of the theater is a no bus zone." Dipper said. "Looks like we'll be walking." "Walking?! In the rain? But our ice cream will melt!" Spinelli complained. "We'll be fine. It's only a yard." Vince said, shrugging it off. "Easy for you to say; you're a fast runner." "We'll be fine, guys. Let's all stay together and run at the same time so no one gets left behind, ok?" Riku asked. Everyone nodded. They all then joined hands; some, however, had to hold onto wrists that held ice cream. Once they were all ready, they ran out into the storm. They bolted forward, holding on tightly to one another. Ice cream melted onto arms and clothes. Some of them got closer together to try and stay dry. When they arrived at the bus, they were all soaking wet. They squeezed their way onto the vehicle, all of them eager to get inside where it was dry. Once they were all onboard and the doors were closed, Oswald took a look at them. They were all laughing. "Whoah. You guys look _awful_." The rabbit said, surprised. "We just got a little wet, that's all." Ven laughed. "Yeah. But the important thing is, our ice cream survived!" Gus stuck his cone in the air, and the others followed suit. Their ice cream was melting quite a bit, but it was still edible and had managed to stay on the cones, for the most part. Oswald laughed. "That's good. Well, take your seats you guys. We've gotta get going." Everyone sat down together and continued eating their ice cream cones, still laughing about their run in the rain. End file.	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	7,003	13,436.8
null	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney Game Response to :devraberbagirl:'s "Other Kinds of Love" theme challenge Theme: 58. Game Series: Secrets of the Disney World (Disney, Kingdom Hearts, _Jonny Quest_, _Recess_, and _Gravity Falls_) "Aw man. "Go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred McDuck Bucks." Darn." Alex threw the card across the board before moving her piece to the "Jail" space. They were playing _Scroogopoly_, Scrooge McDuck's variation on _Monopoly_. "Don't worry Alex; I've got a "Get Out of Jail Free" card; I can give it to you to bail you out!" Jonny said. "Well…I'll give it to you if you'll give me a hundred McDuck Bucks." "No thanks; I'll just stick with rolling for doubles." Alex said as she handed the dice to Dipper, who rolled. He got six. "One, two, three, four, five…not again!" Dipper groaned upon seeing where he had landed. "What'd you land on?" Sora asked, peeing over at Dipper's piece. "Scrooge's Income Tax. Again!" "Well, put the two hundred in the middle of the board and move on." Alex said. "If I keep landing on it every time I pass go, I'll never be able to keep the two hundred I get for passing go." Dipper complained as he tossed the faux money onto the board and handed the dice to Sora. "This is the fifth time it's happened; it's a vicious cycle." "I'm sure you won't land on it next time." Sora said as he rolled. After moving his piece ten spaces, he found that he had landed on the Duckberg Airport. Jonny, who had snatched up all of the transportation deeds within the first few rounds, looked at him. "How much do I owe you?" Sora sighed, looking through his McDuck Bucks. "Let's see…I own all four, so…five hundred McDuck Bucks." Sora reluctantly handed him the five hundred McDuck Bucks bill, and the dice. Jonny rolled, and then moved his piece. He ended up in the visiting center for the jail. "Hi Alex!" he said jokingly, as though he actually was visiting her in prison. "Hi Jonny." Alex smirked as she went along with it. "Get me out, please?" "My offer of a hundred McDuck Bucks for my pardon card still stands." "I'd rather pay the extra four hundred to get out." Alex said, taking the dice from him. As she shook them, she whispered, "Come on, doubles." When she rolled, she found that she had gotten a five and a one. She glumly tossed the dice to Dipper. The boys each took their turns, and when it came time for Alex's, she took the dice and shook them hard, for a long time. "Come on, roll already." Sora said. "Yeah, you're rolling like Mabel does." Dipper added, rolling his eyes. "Sorry; I _really_ want those doubles." Alex said before she finally tossed the dice. She got a five and a six. "Ah! So close!" she said, pounding her fist on the carpet. "You can still buy my card." Jonny said, waving the little pass in front of her. "Is it still a hundred McDuck Bucks?" "Two fifty. You should have bought it when it was only a hundred." "Fine." Alex huffed as she handed the money to him and took the card. "It's better than paying five hundred." She then moved eleven spaces, and landed on the one space she needed to complete the set she had. "Ooh, Duckberg Lake. I'll take it." She extended the money for it to Dipper, who was the banker. "Wait!" Jonny said suddenly. "What?" Alex asked as she and Dipper looked at him. "I'll pay you five hundred McDuck Bucks if you don't buy that space." "No deal. Uh…why don't you want me to buy it?" "Well…I need something else to sell to you later on since I sold you that "Get Out of Jail Free" card already." "Oh. Well, sorry. I'm buying it from the bank." She handed the money to Dipper, who gave her the deed. "And just to add a little sting…I'll take three houses for this set." She put six hundred McDuck Bucks in the middle of the board, and Dipper handed her three houses for her properties. "Shoot." Jonny sighed. In a few rounds, Alex's houses had turned into hotels. And unfortunately, Jonny had landed on one. "Five thousand McDuck bucks please." She grinned. "I'm out." Jonny said, handing all of his money over to her. "You're not even going to sell anything for extra money?" Dipper asked. "Nope. I'm done. I don't even think all of my properties are worth that much anyway." "Ok then. You're out. Now it's down to me, Alex, and Sora." On her next turn, Alex got a card with a regrettable announcement. "Pay five hundred McDuck Bucks for every house, and one thousand McDuck bucks for every hotel!" she cried. Aside from her three hotels, she had also begun to build houses on her other row of properties. "Drat!" said a voice that was not Alex's, but the Magic Mirror Spirit's. They turned to look at him in the mirror of Alex's vanity. "What's that all about?" Alex asked. "I'm the one who should be saying "Drat!"." "Prescott and I were betting on which one of you would win, and I bet on you." The Mirror Spirit said. "Now I have to tell Prescott he's the best Gremlin of them all for a whole week!" "Why were you betting on us?" Dipper asked. "We didn't have anything else to do." The Mirror sighed. "It was Prescott's idea; not mine." "That's right." The Gremlin said, appearing from out of nowhere. "Now, Mirror. Who's the greatest Gremlin of them all?" "You, Prescott." The Mirror sighed. "Okay then…" Dipper said, a little weirded out. "Back to the game." "It's almost been two hours…maybe you two should just count out your money and see who has more." Alex said. "Good idea." Dipper said, and he and Sora began to count out their funds. When they had finished counting, they found that Sora, who hadn't done too much spending and had landed on the "Free Funds" space a number of times, had won. "All right!" Sora cheered. "That means I get to be banker next game!" "Good for you." Jonny said with a nod. "Yeah, great." Dipper said. "How about we watch a movie next? Or at least play something different. I'm getting tired of this game." "But we've only played one game." Sora frowned. "Well, one game of Scroogopoly is enough to tire anyone out." Alex said. "Dipper's idea sounds good. And since you won, you can pick what we do next." She smiled at Sora. He grinned. "Let's have a pillow fight!" End file.	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	6,255	15,927.3
null	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney 1. Chapter 1 Somewhere, deep underneath the Magic Kingdom, Jafar sat staring at his hourglass, trying to figure out who could the pull sword from the stone that sat in the center of Fantasyland. "Has that silly sand shaker shown you the one who can pull the sword?" Maleficent said. She had entered the room so silently that he hadn't noticed her. "Oh, you startled me Maleficent! No, it hasn't shown me- wait, look! It's coming in right now!" Jafar replied. Inside the hourglass appeared an image of a young boy, playing with his friend and his pet dog. "Who in the world is that?" said a puzzled Iago who was on Jafar's shoulder. "He doesn't look anything like the kid in the Sword in the Stone movie!" Maleficent's eyes widened. "I know who he is. That's Jonny Quest! Son of Dr. Benton Quest!" "Who?!" Iago yelled. Jafar quickly stuffed a few crackers down Iago's throat. "So he is the one." Jafar looked at Maleficent and continued. "How will we get them to come? Call and tell them they've won a free vacation?" Maleficent gave him a wicked smile, "No. We use the Genie." she cackled. Iago spit out the crackers, and his red feathers began molting. "Isn't the genie off limits for us - ack!" Jafar grabbed Iago's neck, and then threw him to the ground. Maleficent looked at Iago grotesquely, and then answered his question. "I already have the lamp. That stupid street rat Aladdin doesn't even know that it's gone." Jafar took the lamp from Maleficent's hands, and began to rub it fiendishly. The Genie soon came out with a stretch. "Ok Al, what do you- Jafar, Maleficent? Why did you, oh never mind, what do you need?" he sighed. "Only a small favor," Jafar said. "We need you to go to Palm Key, island home of Dr. Quest and his family, and tell the residents that they are needed at Walt Disney World. Then take them to the Contemporary Resort. Then you can go back to your street rat." he finished. "Fine," Genie said grumpily. He then headed to the island. * * * Genie appeared on Palm Key, island home of the Quests. "Nice place. Nice, and private too!" he remarked. Jonny, Hadji, Race, and Bandit were on the beach when they spotted Genie, who spotted them at the exact same time. Bandit saw Genie first, and had begun to bark wildly. "Hey, who's that big blue guy?" Jonny said, pointing down the beach at Genie. "I don't know, Jonny. He sure is a strange character, though, whoever he is." Hadji said. Back down the beach, Genie began to walk towards them. Bandit began to run towards him. "Bandit! Come back here boy! Don't attack the stranger!" Jonny yelled. Genie was on a crash course with Bandit. "Nice doggie, good doggie. I'm not a big blue chew toy!" Jonny had then caught up with Bandit, and picked him up in his arms and looked up at Genie. "Sorry about Bandit. He's not too friendly around strangers." "No kidding," Genie said. "Now, I need you all to come with me. I was sent here because Dr. Quest is needed." "Where?" Race said authoritatively. "Umm," Genie began. He hadn't been told what to tell them. "He's needed at a…..a research lab up at Epcot in Central Florida. I have hotel accommodations and tickets all ready, and even a signed document containing all the information, just in case you aren't convinced!" Race thought for a moment, then got out his communicator and called Dr. Quest. "Dr. Quest?" "Yes Race?" "There's a man here who says you're needed." "Yes!" Genie said. "For a project. They need Dr. Quest's help specifically!" "Alright then." Dr. Quest answered. "Tell the boys to get packed. We'll leave as soon as we can." Genie then continued "I was told that I have to take you. No ifs, ands, or buts." "That's fine." Then Jonny piped up. "Hey Dad, can Bandit come?" "I don't think so Jonny. Says here that the hotel doesn't allow dogs." Race said. "Aw, man." "It's alright, son. I'll find someone to watch Bandit while we're gone." Dr. Quest said from over the communicator. After everyone was packed, Genie started up the Dragonfly, their plane, and had them all get on board. Soon, after landing at Orlando International Airport and taking a bus to Walt Disney World and then a monorail, they made it to the Contemporary. "All you have to do is show them these papers, and you're all set." Genie said, handing Dr. Quest some papers. "Thank you, and goodbye." Dr. Quest said. "Goodbye!" Jonny and Hadji called as Genie took off. He waved back, but a surge of guilt came over him. He knew he had put those boys in danger. But he had had no choice. He looked back to see that the boys had found a new friend, a girl who was checking in with her parents. Genie then came back to Jafar and Maleficent and said "It's done. Now take me back to Al, or I'll report you!" Maleficent sent the lamp back with a flash of green flames, and then went over to a hidden phone. "Hello, yes, I need to speak with the manager of the Contemporary. Hello, manager? It's me, Maleficent. I need to know which room the Quest group is in. 283? Thank you. Leave a room key for the room for whomever I send to pick up, alright? Thank you." She then called another number, this time it was the Coachman, owner of Pleasure Island and an expert kidnapper. "If you'll arrange for some men to get into room 283 at the Contemporary, and kidnap the two boys that are there, I'll pay you handsomely." Then came the Coachman's voice. "Alright then. You got a key for the room?" "It will be waiting at the check in desk. Tell them to say 'Leffy' sent them." "Fine then. They'll be there." "Thank you, coachman." 2. Chapter 2 That night, the Coachman's men took the monorail from the MagicKingdom to the Contemporary. When the train stopped in the hotel lobby, the two went up to the desk and asked for the manager, who came out of his office furious because he'd been trying to finish a crossword. "What do you want?" he snapped. "I'm busy!" The first of the men came into the light of the check in desks, finally visible as the lobby was dimly lit. It was Horace, one of Cruella DeVil's two goons. Cruella stepped in behind him, along with Jasper. She had been waiting in the lobby for her goons, almost unnoticeable. "Leffy sent us." she said. The Manager's look of anger changed into a sly smile. "Ah, Cruella. Here's the key. By the way, you'd better hurry." he said quickly. He motioned for them to turn around, and when they did, Cruella and her goons realized that they stood only ten feet away from Dr. Quest and Race, who were departing from an Epcot monorail. "Horace, Jasper," Cruella said in a hushed tone. "You need to get up to room 283 before they do, or we'll be too late!" Horace and Jasper then headed for the elevators. Cruella turned back towards the check in desk. The manager had silently slipped back into his office, and now she was facing a perky Contemporary Cast Member who had on a bright smile and had a happy aura. Cruella sighed heavily at this saccharine display and then said, "Could you give those two men some coffee, on me. Tell them it was from a 'friend'." "Of course Ma'am!" the perky Cast Member said. After paying the woman, Cruella turned to leave, but not before the Cast Member at the desk could yell out, in a voice that almost made Cruella sick, "Have a _magical_ night, Ma'am!" Cruella turned about face, strolled up to the Cast Member, and holding in her anger, she said in the nicest voice she could, "Thank you, … I will." The Cast Member got two cups of coffee, and walked over and handed them to Dr. Quest and Race, who decided that the boys could take care of themselves a second longer and sat down in the comfy lobby chairs. Horace and Jasper had made their way up to the floor that had room 283 on it. They walked quickly. Horace looked at Jasper, and after stopping at a room numbered 280, said "Do you think ol' Maleficent will actually pay us for kidnapping these two brats?" Jasper laughed and said, "I doubt it. I heard she's as greedy as Scrooge McDuck. Anyway, I heard she was only paying the Coachman for this." In room 280, Alex, a girl who had just arrived at Disney about the same time the Quests' had, was standing by the door, eavesdropping on the two goons. She had just been going out to see if she could find some dinner when she overheard them. She wondered if she knew exactly who they had been talking about when they had said, "Two brats", because she had met Jonny and Hadji while waiting for her parents to check in. Then she'd found out they'd be on the same floor, in rooms really close by, and asked if they might go to the Magic Kingdom with her the next day. They'd said yes, and had plans to meet for breakfast. Right now her parents were at Downtown Disney enjoying an evening together, leaving her in the room. The boys had to stay in their room because Dr. Quest and Race had to leave for Epcot for business. She and the boys had been hanging out in the lobby for a while, until the manager had come up to them and scolded her harshly with a snappish "Stay away from Dr. Quest's boys." whatever that had meant. Then he had rudely escorted her and the boys back up to their rooms. Now she understood the manager's urgency to get them back to the room; He must have been in on this kidnapping job. Alex had to take action right then and there, or risk losing her new friends. She flung open the door, only to see an empty hall, and hear the "click" of the door to room 283. The men had made it in. * * * Jonny and Hadji were sitting in the room, waiting for Dr. Quest and Race, while Horace and Jasper slid in. It shut behind them with a loud "click", alerting Jonny to their presence, though he thought it was only his father and Race. "Dad? Race?" Jonny said, turning to see who it was. Horace then quickly lunged toward him, grabbing hold of him, while Jasper went for Hadji. "Hey!" Jonny yelled at Horace. "Let me go!" Horace and Jasper were trying hard to keep the struggling boys from escaping. "Run, Jonny!" Hadji yelled, but he was then stopped by the quick hand of Jasper, which covered his mouth at almost lighting speed. Jonny was soon silenced by Horace, who mimicked Jasper's move exactly. They held the boys close enough so that they were still able to cover their cries of help and struggles while keeping their holds on them. Cruella came into the room, and nodded her head approvingly. They walked out of the room, trying their hardest not to make any noise. Alex had hastily hidden behind the open door, hoping to stop the kidnappers. As they started to come out the door, she realized she had no idea of what to do. So, she did the first thing she could think of and gave Jasper a kick in the shin. He winced in pain, but kept his grip on Jonny, and then used his one free hand to give Alex a hard strike on the face. She fell back in pain and cried out, alerting the attention of a room service employee nearby. Horace, Jasper, and Cruella made a break for it down the hall, and were nearly gone by the time the employee had spotted them. She quickly ran for Security. Alex, holding her hand over the place where she had been struck, began to run after them. Kicking hadn't worked, so she decided to make noise. "Come back here! Bring them back!" she yelled. She grabbed a corner of Cruella's coat, holding on tightly. Cruella was slowed, and turned to see what her coat had been caught by. "You let go of my coat little brat! It's mink!" Cruella screeched. "I'm not letting go until you let them go!" Alex said. Cruella pushed Alex back, tearing the coat and causing the girl to tumble backwards. She lay sprawled out on the floor of the hall, watching as Cruella and her motley crew disappeared down the hall with Jonny and Hadji in tow. 3. Chapter 3 Alex had been crowded by other Contemporary hotel guests on the floor seconds after the incident, all of them asking her about what had happened and if she was alright. She jostled the crowed, pushing her way through, all the while telling them that she was fine and just needed to be left alone. They eventually all went back to their rooms except for the room service employee that had seen the ordeal, who had Alex come with her to Security. The officers, two men who were in their late forties, asked Alex about what had happened. They had footage of the whole event, and played it through a few times. The first man, an African-American with a scruffy mustache, looked at Alex and began to quiz her. "Do you know those boys?" he asked. "Yes sir. We met today." "What are their names?" the other man, who was tan with dark hair, asked her. "The blonde one with blue eyes, wearing the black turtleneck, that's Jonny Quest. And the other boy is Hadji, Jonny's friend." The guard's face grew worried, and then he turned to the phone that lay near the monitors. He punched in a number, and urgently began to talk about how he needed to see Dr. Quest because his boys were in trouble. He rambled on and on, until he finally hung up. He then took a gulp of his espresso, and turned back to Alex. "Don't you know who these boys are?" he said sternly. His face was scrunched up in anger; Alex made a silent gulp, and then continued. "I thought it'd be interesting to meet them. They're really nice. And I don't know what you mean. Are they rich, or royalty or something?" "Miss," the guard said. "These are the boys of Dr. Benton Quest, a high profile scientist who is at Disney for a top secret project. Many enemies of Dr. Quest would die to get their hands on these boys." "What for?" Alex asked. "Because, if anyone got their hands on the boys, Dr. Quest would do almost anything to get them back. Give up his research to the captor, pay them ransom money. The possibilities are endless!" Alex was shocked. She had had no idea that these boys were so important. She thought they had been at Disney on vacation. Not because of something like that! The officer then picked up the phone again, and he was apparently talking to someone named Oswald now. After a few minutes, he hung up and said "Go back to your room young lady, and wait until morning. Take the monorail to the Magic Kingdom, before opening if you can, and then go to the Crystal Palace restaurant. There will be some people there to meet you." Alex nodded her head. She left the room and turned down the hall, and ran straight into Dr. Quest and Race, who were headed for the Security office. "Oh! Dr. Quest! I'm so sorry! I really tried to stop those kidnappers, but I just couldn't. I'm so sorry!" She was on her knees, crying, her hair hiding her face. She was so upset; angry at herself for letting them slip away. Especially now that she knew how important they were. As she sobbed, she told him all about how the hotel manager was part of the kidnapping. Dr. Quest asked Race to walk her back to her room, while he talked with the security officers. After saying goodnight to Race, she ran over to the bed, and began to cry into the pillow. 4. Chapter 4 Oswald the Lucky Rabbit was in his office, pacing back and forth. Genie and Mickey Mouse were in the room with him. "I can't believe this! A kidnapping, on Disney property!" he cried. "And I thought the department I ended up in charge of was just a mean joke." "Aw, Oswald." Mickey said. "Didn't you see that girl who tried to stop it? She was amazing!" he said, pointing to the video footage. Genie looked at it and said "Oh yeah! She was amazing!" he looked closely at the fuzzy image of Alex giving Horace the kick, and realized that she was the same girl he'd seen in the lobby of the hotel. "Hey!" he said. "I know that girl! She was the first person to come up to the boys when they got to the hotel!" Oswald turned and looked at the video, and then he looked at Genie. "I think we have just the person who can save those boys!" he said excitedly. "Genie, you have to go somewhere for us." "Why? I have no master." Oswald looked at him, and said "Because, if this girl is going to save those boys, she's going to need backup. And I have just the team. Go to Third Street School and get them! Here are their names." Genie reluctantly agreed to go after being given a list. "I swear. This is the last time I go anywhere for anyone besides Aladdin!" Then, he teleported to the school, located all the way in Anaheim, California. He appeared in front of ThirdStreetSchool, and walked around the school building to the large, spacious playground. T.J. and the rest of his gang were playing a game of kickball against Lawson and his crew. Genie walked into the middle of the field when Vince was up to kick. However, he wasn't aware of how far and how hard Vince LaSalle could kick, and instead of getting out of his way, he stood there and yelled out the names from Oswald's list. "T.J Detwieler, Spinelli, Gretchen Grundler, Vince LaSalle, Gus Griswald, Mikey Blumberg?! I need your help!" Vince kicked, and the ball went straight for Genie. It whacked him in the head, causing him to fall flat on his back. His head swarmed with stars, and when he was again aware of his surroundings, he got up and yelled "Hey! What's the big idea?" Vince, after sharing a high-five with his five best friends, who were also his teammates, turned to get a drink from a nearby cooler and saw a ticked off and bruised Genie. "Are you okay?" said Gus, running up to Genie along with the other four members of the "Recess Gang" as they were commonly known. "Well, if your friend with the power leg had watched where he was kicking that ball, I might be better." Genie replied. Genie got up, dusted himself off, and said "Now, I need you all to come with me. You're going to be out of school for a _long_ while." "We're being told that we're getting out of school? By a big blue guy? Is this some kind of prank?" T.J. asked, looking at Genie suspiciously. T.J. was the school's resident prank master and the group's leader, and knew a trick when he saw one. "Nope. Not a prank. You six are getting out of school to go on a rescue mission at Walt Disney World." "A rescue mission? Cool!" said Gus. "Better yet, it's at Disney World!" said Spinelli; a girl whose first name was really Ashley, although if you used it, it would be instantly regretted. "I knew you'd be excited. Now, all you have to do is say yes, and you'll be off." Genie said, ready to get them going. "You've got a deal!" T.J. agreed as he shook hands with Genie. The other five were also in agreement, but Gus had a question. "What about our parents? My Dad would kill me if he found out I went AWOL." "Don't worry. I've told them everything, and they're a-ok with it! All of your parents are." In truth, Genie hadn't told the parents anything. He hoped Oswald would take care of it. "Ok then. I'm in!" Gus said. Genie soon had them all heading towards the front of the school so that they could leave, until a very ugly (and old) woman in a yellow and red dress stepped in their way. "Ah! And who is this, lovely, hehe, lady?" Genie said when he saw her. "Finster." Vince said. "We won't be getting out of here any time soon." Ms. Finster grinned, "And where do you think you kids are going? School won't be ending for another three hours." Genie moved to the front of the group, holding his list, and said, "I have official consent from Oswald the Lucky Rabbit to get the six of them out of school until further notice." Finster didn't look convinced. "That is the worst excuse I have ever heard. A rabbit sends a blue guy to check the six kids who make the most trouble around here out of school until further notice. Yeah right." Genie didn't move, instead he turned to T.J. and whispered, "How do you deal with her?" T.J shrugged and said, "We normally just pull a prank on her or sneak away." Genie turned back to the now impatient Finster, and said, "If you don't let me take these kids, I'll have to resort to desperate measures, and you _do not_ want me to do that. Anyway, you won't have to worry about them for the next - however long they're gone. It'll be a nice big break for you." Finster pondered that, fell for Genie's "bait" and went ahead and let them go. Genie escorted them to Oswald's office through the use of magic. "They're here Ozzie. Mission accomplished." Genie said. Oswald smiled and said "Good job Genie, and don't call me Ozzie! Ortensia is the only one allowed to do that!" Then Oswald told the gang about how they were supposed to rendezvous at Crystal Palace the next morning. He gave them a room at the Contemporary, and then of course, told them about the kidnapping. "So, we have to find out who kidnapped these boys, stop them, and rescue the boys?" Gretchen questioned, loading all the information on the mission into her Galileo Handheld Personal Computer. "That's about the size of it." Oswald sighed. "You'll meet the main witness and your partner tomorrow at Crystal Palace. Try not to be late, okay? Ortensia and I will be there first to check in the whole group for breakfast. Please don't be late, or you'll miss out on the briefing, and your breakfast, 'kay?" he pleaded. "We'll be there." T.J said confidently. Gretchen came up beside him and added, "And we're going to try not to be late." Oswald gave a sigh of relief and said, "Good then, I'll see you all in the morning. Good night." After the group was out of earshot, he went to Genie with a pair of tickets and said, "Deliver these two tickets for a Disney Cruise to Alex's parents. We don't want them getting suspicious." * * * A tired and glum Alex sat in the Contemporary lobby waiting for a monorail to the Magic Kingdom. Chef Mickey's, the character restaurant of the Contemporary that was close to the Monorail boarding area, was buzzing with guests; both Contemporary and other hotel guests who were enjoying breakfast. It was eight twenty-five in the morning, and she had thirty-five minutes to be at the Magic Kingdom to join whoever it was for breakfast. Her parents were busy packing their things for a two week cruise that they had somehow won. They had decided that at fifteen, she was old enough to stay at Disney by herself, and planned to leave her there for the two weeks they would be gone. She wasn't sure she would have any fun. Her mind was on the boys and how she had messed up on trying to save them. She checked her backpack to make sure she had everything just as the Monorail gilded into the lobby station. After the doors opened, she and a few other people stepped in. She took a window seat as the announcer over the speakers told the guests to "Please stand clear of the doors. Por favor manténgase alejado de las puertas." She looked out the tinted window as the same announcer began to talk about how their next destination was the Magic Kingdom. She pulled her wallet from her backpack and checked to make sure she still had her park ticket and her gift card for souvenirs and meals. She really hoped that she wasn't paying for this meal, or she might go hungry for the next two weeks. She had twenty dollars in cash for snacks and emergencies. She also had her camera, phone, and her autograph book and pen, along with a small journal. Alex wondered if the boys would be alright, and that maybe this person or the people she was meeting would help her save them. After about five minutes, the magnificent Cinderella Castle came into view. She pulled out her camera and filmed the view of the castle from the monorail. The family on the other side of the car scooted over to the window to see the castle. They were all wearing "Our First Trip" buttons, and were really excited to be seeing the castle in person for the first time. After another five minutes, they made it to the park. It was eight fifty-six, and a crowd was already forming to enter the park. Alex readied her ticket. She figured that by the time she got up to the entrance that the park would be open to the public. She got in the bag check line, and after her bag was checked and allowed through, she walked up to the line near the entrance, closest to stroller rental. An instrumental version of "Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah" was playing through the speakers. That's when they caught her eye. The boys and their captors just ahead of her in the line. Quickly, Alex took action. She jostled the crowd and called, "Wait! Jonny, Hadji! Come back!" Horace and Jasper were getting them through the turnstiles quickly, putting in their tickets and moving through the turnstiles as fast as they could. They had heard Alex's calls and were trying to get away. After a few seconds, Alex made it into the park and followed them down Main Street through a sea of tourists. She called the boys' names several times and tried to attract attention to Horace and Jasper. No one was paying any attention though, because all the guests were either headed to their favorite ride, or to the castle for the morning show. She was soon less than a foot away from them. She grasped Jonny's and Hadji's hands; she was planning to get them away from Horace and Jasper and make a break for one of the stores. There was no way they would find them through all those people. A clever Jasper felt Hadji slip away. He then turned and saw Alex holding both the boys' hands. "_You_!" he growled, getting ready to strike her. "Be careful! Security's watching, don't you know?" she said, nodding towards some men in uniforms nearby one of the stores, who were keeping a close watch on the ordeal. The villain scowled in anger at Alex's grin. She quickly pulled out her camera and snapped a shot of Horace and Jasper with the boys, pretending that she was taking their photo as a memento. _Perfect evidence_, she thought. Jasper's scowl suddenly turned to a grin, and he was looking just beyond her. She turned to see a grinning Cruella DeVil, who made a loud cackle. "Oh, it's that little meddling coat ripper. I'll take care of her, little miss "I can mess up the plan"." Cruella laughed as she pulled Alex away from the boys. Alex tried to hold as long as she could, but Cruella pulled harder and her hands gave way. She lost her grip, and with a loud "NO!" was pushed into the crowd of tourists. Cruella and company disappeared into the crowd. Alex was able to catch their trail, and with a few spectators watching closely, followed them towards the entrance to Adventureland. She was gaining quickly, but she was almost completely overrun by the number of people headed for Space Mountain and the castle. Cruella and company continued towards Adventureland, soon disappearing behind the loads of fake jungle plant life that surrounded the entrance. Alex was headed towards the entrance but soon realized that she had lost them. She solemnly headed towards a nearby park bench, took a seat, then opened her bag. She withdrew the park map and show times guide that she had picked up at the entrance, and decided to check the map to find the location for Crystal Palace since she knew now that she should go ahead to meet whoever it was that had requested her attendance at breakfast. She checked the map. The restaurant was near the entrance to Adventureland, right about where she was. The restaurant was on the other side of Adventureland's entrance, while on the other side, the regal Castle sat, waiting for the usual set of performers to perform the morning castle show, "Celebrate with Mickey" or something like that. The times guide listed that the next one was at nine twenty, five minutes from then. Alex looked up. Directly on her left was the entrance to Adventureland and the Castle. So where was this Crystal Palace restaurant? She turned and looked around. Tommorowland's entrance was right across from her, and Main Street was to her right. Crystal Palace was still nowhere in sight. She wondered if maybe this was an old map, and that the Crystal Palace had closed or something. Then she turned around and came face to face with the Crystal Palace, a Victorian style building that almost looked like a greenhouse, because of it's numerous windows. A line of people were just outside, supposedly waiting for their groups to be called. The building was rather far from her bench, and she immediately got up and started walking. After the lengthy walk, she had finally made it to the waiting area. She sat down on one of the plush seats, and kept her eyes pealed for anyone who might be the person she was looking for. Her eyes darted around as she scanned each person. _A woman and man, Nah. Some teenagers, about my age, I don't know. _she thought. _A cat and a rabbit with a bunch of little rabbits!_ Alex saw Oswald and Ortensia with a few of their bunny children, each of the children holding up a sign with different names. A small bunny child held up a sign on which, written in impressive Disney font was her full first name. She walked over and greeted them. "Hi! I'm Alex. Nice sign." She said, the last bit to the bunny child holding up her sign. Oswald was talking to Ortensia about how he hoped that everyone would show up for the breakfast, when he heard Alex's greeting. "Oh! Hi there Alex. I'm Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Walt Disney's first cartoon success, and Mickey Mouse's, in technicality, older brother. This is my wife Ortensia, and some of our bunny children, Ollie, Orville, Olga, and Oradea." Alex shook hands with each of them. "Some?" she asked, glancing at the four tiny bunnies. Ortensia smiled and said sweetly," Yes, the ones who love thrill rides are over in Frontierland, riding either Splash Mountain or Big Thunder Mountain. These four don't like thrill rides." "How many are over in Frontierland?" "I'd wager about six of them. We only brought ten, right Ozzie?" Oswald nodded his head, his ears bouncing along with the nod. "Yeah. The ten that were good and didn't bother Pete so that they didn't end up in his homemade Juvenile Bunny Child Detention Center! That Pete, sometimes he really chaps my hide. I know the kids are troublesome, but let me do the punishing, geez." Alex turned to Orville, who had been holding the sign with her name. "Who else are we waiting on? I noticed your brother and sisters are holding signs for others." Orville looked over at his kin. "Looks like we're waiting on some kids named T.J., Spinelli, Gretchen, Vince, Mikey, and Gus. I've never met them. My dad has though. Says that they're "the perfect team" for whatever you're here for." "Whatever I'm here for?" "He knows about the kidnapping you saw it. He wants you and these guys to help find these boys and stop these villains." "Hmm. Have your parents checked in yet?" Orville turned to Ortensia. "Mommy, are we going to eat soon?" Ortensia looked at the path, and Alex followed. Six kids were walking towards the restaurant. "Yes Orville. We'll be eating really soon." Ortensia said, smiling. She tapped Oswald on the shoulder. "They're here." she whispered. 5. Chapter 5 T.J., wearing his signature reversed red baseball cap, was leading the group towards the CrystalPalace entrance, where Alex, Oswald, Ortensia, and the bunny kids were waiting. "Hi there!" T.J. said cheerfully when they had finally made it up to the entrance. "I'm T.J, and these are my friends Spinelli, Vince, Gretchen, Mikey, and Gus." he said, introducing them all to Alex. She waved to them. "Hi there. I'm Alex. I guess you're here for the same reason I am?" she asked. "Yeah, guess we are." Spinelli said. Oswald hopped over, and he was looking very angry. He glared at T.J. and friends, scaring them. "You're late!" he shouted. "I knew you'd be late! Do you know how much this meal is costing me? Hmm? Alex is able to make it on time, but the six of you had to be late!" Ortensia came over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Ozzie, calm down, please." She turned to the kids. "We're still waiting on our table, we've already checked in though. Sorry about Ozzie, he's a bit temperamental." she sighed. Then she introduced the bunny children. "Hi there T.J," said Ollie, who had been holding up the sign with T.J.'s name on it. "It's really nice to meet you. My daddy, Oswald, He's told me about how you saved summer vacation with your friends! That sounds awesome!" Alex overheard Ollie's comment. "You saved summer vacation?!" Alex asked, shocked. T.J. smiled and said, "Yup! We sure did." "Wow! You must really have guts!" Oswald came over to them. "Yeah. Just as much as you do, Alex. When I saw you give Horace the what-for, man I was surprised." "I was on video?" "Yeah, security cameras. I saw you on video just last night. So did Mickey. He was really impressed. Said that if anyone was going to get those boys back, you'd be the one!" "No way! Mickey Mouse saw me on video! How cool is that?" "Pretty cool, I'd say." Vince said. Suddenly, the host called out "Oswald!" and Oswald said, "That's us! Come on guys, breakfast awaits. And so does your mission!" They walked into the restaurant, and suddenly, their noses filled with the scent of warm pastries, bacon, and other breakfast assortments. Everyone looked over at the buffet, their mouths watering. "I am so glad we picked this place Oswald," Ortensia said, sniffing the air. "It smells delicious!" The host then led them to a nearby table with enough seats for everyone. "I'll go get the food for everyone," Ortensia offered. Oswald looked at Ortensia with big round bunny eyes and said, "Ortensiakins, you don't have to go. They can get it themselves." Ortensia put her hands on her hips and said, "Ozzie, I don't want to be a snoop in terms of what you and these kids know about this villainous plot. I might as well get the food for us. Now, what does everyone want?" Alex told Ortensia that she wanted pancakes, bacon, and a chocolate chip muffin. Ortensia left the group to fetch the orders from the buffet. "Now that we're as alone as we can get," Oswald began. "we'll begin the briefing of the mission. Everyone, this is Alexandra Marie Delaine. She is the witness." Alex looked at everyone and put on her best smile. "Hello. Call me Alex. Not Alexandra, if you please." she said kindly. Then she looked at Oswald and asked "How'd you know my middle name?" Oswald smiled and said, "That's classified." in a sharp tone. "Now, continuing on. Alex, I suppose you've met T.J. and his friends. They're going to be the other members of your team, who'll help you rescue the boys and catch the kidnappers. So you don't have to go in solo." Alex nodded her head. "Okay, so they're my team?" she asked. "Yes, but there's one more person who you'll need." Oswald said. He then put two fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle. Suddenly, from an open window blew in a glint of gold. "Oh! Don't tell me… it's Tinker Bell!" Alex guessed. Suddenly, the golden glint spoke. "I'm not Tinker Bell," he said. The glint came into view. It was none other than Jiminy Cricket. Alex and the others gasped, "Jiminy Cricket!" Jiminy smiled, "The one and only!" Oswald cleared his throat, silencing them. "Yes, Jiminy is going to help you find and stay on the straight and narrow path so you can be victorious." he said. "He'll tell you what I mean." Jiminy straightened himself up, polished his golden conscience badge (which had been the source of the glint) and began. "Now, first off you should know that I'm a conscience. The one that tells you right and wrong." Gus interrupted him. "But I thought you were Pinocchio's conscience!" he said. Jiminy looked at Gus, a little annoyed. "I am! I'm the kind of conscience that helps different people. A multi-person conscience, you could say." Jiminy said. "Now, I'm going to help you see what's right and wrong, and help you on your way. I'll stay on Alex's shoulder just for safety, and if I have to, I may take a break. But, whenever you need me, just whistle." Alex tried her best to whistle, but all that came out was a weak squeak. Jiminy rolled his eyes. "Or you can yell "Jiminy Cricket"." he sighed. "Good thing," Alex smiled. "I can't whistle." Oswald spotted Ortensia coming over with piles of food. He was about to go help her when Alex remembered something. "Wait!" she called to him. "What is it? I'm about to get our food!" Oswald huffed; He was prone to crankiness when hungry. Alex pulled out her digital camera and scrolled to the picture she had taken a few minutes ago. Horace and Jasper with the boys. "This is it, Oswald." she said, showing him the image. Oswald gasped in shock. "Great job Alex! Now we can show people who took 'em! Do you know where they went after you took the picture?" he asked. Alex shed a tear. "I saw them enter Adventureland. I guess they're somewhere in there." she sniffled. Oswald put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Alex. At least we have a lead. Taking that picture was the best thing you could have done." he said reassuringly. Ortensia, who was still trying to balance the food she had, was beginning to wobble. "Better get over there and help my pretty kitty." Oswald said with a grin. Soon, there were plates of every food item the buffet had to offer on the table. Muffins, pancakes, cheese sticks, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, waffles, bacon, and much more. Everyone filled up their plates with the goodies as all the Hundred Acre Wood characters, Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, and Tigger, came by for a visit. Alex looked at her team, frowned, and sighed. _Well this is going to be fun._ She thought._ My team is a bunch of nine year-olds that "saved summer vacation". Unbelievable. _ Over at their side of the table, T.J. and company were sharing their thoughts about her. They were not very positive. "They're giving us a babysitter! I can't believe this!" Spinelli whispered loudly, hoping that Alex wouldn't hear. "I know! We don't need her, we could do it all by ourselves." Vince said. "Yeah!" T.J. huffed. "I had a plan worked out and everything! I thought she was just the witness." "Oswald did say we were getting a partner." Gus said quietly. "Yes, he did." Gretchen said. "And we do need someone older watching us. They don't want a bunch of nine year-olds running rampant around a theme park. Remember what happened at GonzoLand last year?" "Yeah, I bet they heard about that." T.J. said, glancing downward. "And everything else we've done. Oswald must have our records." "I'm sure everything will go just fine! We'll save those boys, and everyone will be happy!" Mikey said with a smile. "Dream on." Spinelli grumbled. "Spin's right. All teenage girls are the same. They're boy crazy, and are all about makeup, boy bands, and weird clothes. Like my sister, Becky." T.J. said. "And Oswald already thinks she's better than us." "Well, we're stuck with her. We'll just have to make the best of it." Gretchen said. "We should try getting to know her, though." "Later. Right now, let's eat!" 6. Chapter 6 "You said Adventureland, right Alex?" Oswald asked her again. They had finished their breakfast, and were on their way to Adventureland. Alex looked at him, rolling her eyes. "That's the fifth time I've told you Oswald. Yes, they went to Adventureland! Do you know where they could have gone there?" "Yeah, I think I know where. Jungle Cruise. It's down for "unknown" reasons. But, being who I am, I know exactly why. They need a holding area, somewhere they know nobody would look." Oswald explained. "What about Cast Members? They have permission to look!" Gretchen said. "From what I've heard, a number of them work for Maleficent." "Maleficent? She's the one behind it all?" "Um…uh….well…. she's the one that ordered the kidnapping. We got that out of the manager, but I don't know if she's the boss. There may be a higher power than her. We don't know yet." Oswald said uncertainly. He led them towards the Adventureland entrance bridge, and then he stopped. "I can't go any further with you, for security reasons, but I have some stuff that will help you out. Cast Member ID's. They'll help you get into Cast Member only areas, sometimes even help you start closed rides. They have each of your pictures. Just don't reveal your ages. Try to act like you're all 18." "Yeah, like we can do that." Spinelli scoffed. "What about when we have the boys with us?" Alex asked. "I have passes for them, don't worry. Just don't let any Cast Members spot you, unless they have a pin of me. If they're wearing one, they work with me and they'll take care of any problems you may have if they're around. You can't call them for help, though." Oswald continued. "That's what I'm here for." Jiminy said. "Correct. Now, just be careful, okay? If you need me, just call me. Got it kids?" He handed Alex a piece of paper with his number. "Okay," they all replied. Except for Jiminy, who huffed, "I'm not a kid! I'm a cricket!" "Good luck kids." Oswald finished. He sent a quick glare to Jiminy and added, "And cricket." He waved them off as they headed into Adventureland. They entered the bazaar area, which contained a semi-outdoor gift shop, the Swiss Family Treehouse, and the Magic Carpets of Aladdin ride. Jungle Cruise was down a short set of steps, just beyond the Treehouse. "Jiminy, is Oswald sure that they're in Jungle Cruise?" Alex asked as they walked along. "He's right. He has security camera he can use." Jiminy replied. Alex was not convinced. "Maleficent could have cast a spell on the cameras!" she quipped. "Well," Jiminy started. "Maybe she did. Who knows?" "She probably did." "How can she have powers? This is the real world!" Gretchen said, coming up beside them. "It's impossible!" "We are in the real world, but in the MagicKingdom. There's magic all over here. It's why I can talk. She's always had her powers here; it's nothing new." "That's true. I guess we should be careful, then." Gretchen replied. "Yeah. Who knows what she's got planned." Alex said. * * * Maleficent was at the Jungle Cruise loading dock with Horace and Jasper, who held the boys. "Get in the boat!" she commanded, glaring at the boys. After Horace let go of him, Hadji reluctantly got in, knowing not to question her, but Jonny stayed put on the dock. "No way." he said stubbornly, an angered Maleficent standing beside him. She had a short fuse, and she would soon blow. "Didn't you hear me, boy? I said _get in the boat_!" she screeched. Jonny just stood there, not saying a word, looking away from her. Maleficent knew that just telling him wasn't going to work. She had to do something. "Horace," she said to the goon. "The other boy." Horace tripped into the boat and grabbed hold of Hadji, pulling him over to the edge of the boat. "Hey!" Jonny yelled at Horace, who was now holding Hadji over the edge of the boat, where a pair of not-so-animatronic crocs came up from the water and opened their jaws. Hadji was about to take a swim with the crocodiles. Maleficent cackled wickedly. "Get in the boat, or your friend will take a permanent swim." Instead of listening, Jonny jumped towards the water and yelled, "Haj! Jump!" as he leaped into the water a few feet away from the vicious beasts. Hadji, after pulling himself free, followed suit. "Get them! Don't let them swim away!" Maleficent yelled as Jonny and Hadji paddled away from the docks and boat. Jasper jumped in after them, but he didn't realize that the crocs were _very_ hungry, and screamed as the beasts snapped their jaws at the seat of his pants. "Aagh! Get away you crazy crocs!" he yelled, as the creatures continued to snap their jaws. The boys, now seated on some nearby rocks, laughed at Jasper's predicament, though he was not enjoying one second of it. "What's so funny, you little brats? How you'd like to be snapped at by a bunch of nasty crocs? Huh?" he yelled at them. Maleficent however, was beginning an incantation for a spell. Suddenly, one of the life preservers from the boat flew over and hooked onto Horace, who grabbed onto Jonny's shirt, while Jonny grabbed onto Hadji's hand. The enchanted preserver then pulled them all back onto the boat. Then Maleficent had some ropes from the boat wrap around the boys, tying them up securely. "There," she said with a grin. "Now that everyone is comfy, we can finally shove off." With a wave of her green hand, the boat began moving. She looked over at Jasper, who was sopping wet in enormous pain. "You little brat!" he yelled at Jonny, while wiping himself of with a towel that Horace had handed him. "You're gonna pay for this!" Maleficent put a finger to her thin lips and shushed him. "Calm down, you fool. It's only a few tears on your pants." "My brand new pants! These cost me a pretty penny! I'll have to save for another year to get a new pair." Maleficent smiled. "If you help me, you'll never have to worry about paying for anything again! Just keep a close watch on them until we make it to Kaa." she ordered. Their boat chugged along the path, disappearing into the jungle. 7. Chapter 7 Alex tried to think positive about the whole thing. She tried to believe that the reason the villains has kidnapped the boys was for money, or attention, or maybe just to get on Oswald's nerves. She didn't want to believe that they were doing it to gain magical power. She tried to banish the thought, although it constantly returned to her as they got ever closer to Jungle Cruise. Jiminy could read Alex's expression; he knew what she was going through. Constantly worrying about the boys, just as he had with Pinocchio. All he could do was smile in support as he rode on her shoulder. He had no way of helping her; he hadn't gotten any help whilst worrying about Pinocchio and what kind of mischief he was getting into. Alex felt as hopeless as Jiminy had. She felt that she was no help to the boys now, what with the motley team she had. The rest of the group, however, had no idea why Alex was so depressed. They were confounded by it. "It's probably just some teenage emotional crisis." Gretchen said to the others. "Many teenagers are prone to it." "Yeah. That kinda stuff happens to Becky all the time." T.J. said. "It is _not_ an emotional issue!" Alex snapped after overhearing them. "I'm upset because I really doubt that we'll be able to save Jonny and Hadji." "How come?" asked Gus. "You guys look like you couldn't even save a cat from a tree! You're all ten! How am I supposed to save them when my backup is a group of kids?" "Hey! We've rescued our school hundreds of times!" Spinelli snapped. "I bet you've never saved anyone in your life!" "So what if I haven't? I can still save them." "Yeah, sure." T.J. said. "We could do it better." "Oh yeah? Well I'll just have to see about that. We'll see if you're capable or not." With that, Alex turned away from them and walked ahead. "She thinks she's so great, just because she's older than us." Spinelli grumbled. "We'll show her who can save those guys, right gang?" T.J. asked his team. "Yeah!" came the reply. They quickly followed Alex towards Jungle Cruise, ready to show her what they were made of. * * * By the time the boat had reached Kaa, Jasper had just about had enough. He was skilled at holding grudges; he had done it many times with the Dalmatians Pongo, Perdita and their puppies, who Cruella had sought to nab for their fur. At the moment, he wanted to throw the boys off of the boat and be done with them, but that would result in facing Maleficent's wrath, and that was something he was not about to do. Facing her meant certain doom, or so he had heard from Maleficent's pig-faced goons, who had gotten some of it when they had screwed up when looking for Princess Aurora. Jonny and Hadji, who were still tied up on the boat, had kept quiet in order to protect themselves from the witch. They didn't know anything about her, but from their past experiences with villains from around the globe, they had decided not to chance it, keeping their mouths shut and listening closely. Maleficent began another incantation, and the ropes around Hadji came undone., pointing at Bandit, who was tied to a decorative crate on the boat. Horace gleefully pulled him up, although Hadji fought against him with all his might. "Let him go!" Jonny yelled, even though it would do no good. Horace ignored him, and turned to Maleficent, ready for his next command. "Wake up the snake." she commanded, pointing at the napping snake resting in the tree. "Once he is awake, we can continue with our plan to persuade the boy help us." "What if he says no?" Horace said. "He won't. That I can guarantee" Maleficent said with a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat's. Horace, after leaving Hadji on the deck of the boat, began sloshing through the water to get to the tree. When he made it there, he found Kaa dreaming the day away, as usual. If you were to ride the regular attraction, you'd normally look up and see a yellow snake patterned with orange diamonds resting in the tree. Maleficent had replaced it with Kaa for her plan. She hadn't felt quite comfortable using Kaa in the first place; he wasn't exactly the brightest lackey available. But he was the only snake she knew of, besides Sir Hiss, who was much too practical for the job. Besides, Kaa the snake was harmless. He couldn't hypnotize a rock, and was very clumsy. The most he could do was scare somebody, and that was the exact reason he was there. Hopefully he wouldn't mess everything up. Horace splashed a bit of water onto the snake. Kaa awoke with a start. "Who woke me up?" he hissed. Horace grinned. "Um, good morning!" he said before turning back to the boat. Maleficent turned to Hadji. "You will climb the tree, or you will never see your friend again." "All right. I will go. Do not hurt him." Hadji said, as he climbed out of the boat, then sloshed over to and climbed the tree. Kaa then began his infamous hypnotic song by singing "Trust in me, trust in me." Hadji, who was a hypnotist himself, knew just what to do. Since his face could not be seen from the boat, he shut his eyes and then pretended to fall under the snake's spell. This managed to convince everyone on the boat. "By Jove!" Jasper said, watching Kaa as he helped Horace climb back into the boat. "He might actually hypnotize something for a change!" While the villains grinned in delight, Jonny's face grew paler by the minute as he prayed silently that his friend would come out of this alive. Maleficent grinned; her plan was working. This was exactly what she had had in mind. The boy would soon give in so that he could keep his friend safe, and would comply with any of her wishes. However, the ragtag group of rescuers that would stop her plan were almost there. * * * With Alex in the lead, the group approached the entrance to Jungle Cruise. A sign at the entrance informed regular guests that the ride was down for refurbishment. However, this group of seven children and a cricket were not "regular" guests. Though they looked to be on vacation, today they were on a mission, like undercover agents. Two Cast Members, neither of them wearing Oswald's pin, were also in front of the ride to confirm that it was down. "Well, how are we going to get in with those guys standing there, huh Captain?" Spinelli said, looking at Alex challengingly. The girl was still steamed at this band of cocky kids, but knew that she had a job to do. She ignored Spinelli's smug comment and said, "Well, first off, I'm guessing that those two work for Maleficent. Second, I know that we'll have to distract them and get them away from the entrance so that we can get in." Meanwhile, T.J. eyed the nearby Agrabah Bazaar shop. "I have a plan." he began. "Spinelli will walk over to the store and ask the cashier guy about the junk they sell, while Vince "borrows" one of the wooden carvings, places it nearby, and then runs off, with Spin following him. Then Gus goes over to the Jungle Cruise and tells the guys guarding it that he saw a theft at the store. They should go over to investigate, while we sneak into the ride." "Hmm, not a bad idea." Alex said. "Go ahead. I'll see what you can do." Quickly, they got into position. Spinelli and Vince at the store, and Gus standing somewhere between the ride and the store, close enough to see what was going on. "What toys do you have here?" Spinelli asked the cashier. He went to help her find the toys, while Vince picked up a tiki carving and placed it over at a nearby bench. Then he ran back to the group with Spinelli, and Gus went over to the Cast Members, flailing his arms and putting on his best "Come quick, it's urgent" look. As hoped, the Cast Members went over to investigate after getting the story out of Gus. "Good job guys!" Alex said, her tone suddenly much happier. "What're you so happy about?" Spinelli asked her as they walked into the ride queue. "I'm impressed. We might actually have a chance." Alex replied coolly. "A small one, but a chance nonetheless." After winding their way through the long but empty queue, they boarded a boat that had been pulled up by a Cast Member with Oswald's pin. Alex thanked him, and they were soon on their way. * * * "Now boy," Maleficent said, giving Jonny a smile that was as faux as the scenery. "All you have to do is comply with our wishes. If you do so, we won't harm your friend." Jonny looked at her, and then at Hadji, who was still sitting precariously up in the tree. He defiantly agreed, only doing so to see if perhaps he might be able to get Hadji back safely and make a quick escape. "All right," he began, "But tell that snake to stop hypnotizing Hadji and let him climb down." Maleficent wagged her finger. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You must do what I ask of you before we can do that." she said. "No way! If you don't let Hadji go, then you're never getting my help." he said, turning away from her. "Fine then, have it your way." she said. "Kaa, you are free to whatever you like with him." She told the snake. Kaa grinned and then opened his mouth wide in hopes of biting Hadji, but not before he saw the boy open his eyes, wink at him, and then start climbing down the tree. "Make a break for it Hadji! Go find Dad and Race!" Jonny urged. And Hadji jumped from the tree and sloshed for his life. At least until the two more crocodiles surrounded him. "You see the crocodiles, correct?" Maleficent cooed, as she pressed her staff to Jonny's neck, although she did not intend to do anything to him. "And you see where my staff is? If you don't get up into that tree with the snake, your friend will _die_!" she shrieked. "Do not hurt him. I will come back; I will not run away." Hadji said reluctantly as he began to scale the tree again. Maleficent smiled. She removed her staff from its current resting place. "Good." she said, content. She then turned to face Jonny. "Now, do as I say, or else!" she demanded, pointing to the tree. She had obviously made it clear that if he did as she told him to, Hadji would come out of this unscathed (which, with villains, is almost never true). "Okay, fine! But remember, you have to let him go!" he said. "Of course I will." Maleficent cackled. Suddenly, the boat shook. "I don't think that will be necessary," came Alex's voice from behind. The kids' boat had bumped into the villains' boat, causing the tremor. When Maleficent saw them (the group was standing on the bow of their boat) her face notably lost some color. "The rabbit sent a special forces team!" she gasped. Horace and Jasper came to her aid, as she looked like she was about to faint. "Don't waste your time on me, you buffoons! Get them!" she ordered. The kids were all doing their own thing, as they had agreed. Alex was headed over to untie Jonny, while Spinelli and Vince headed to the tree, where Hadji was using a snake charming flute to try and change Kaa's mind. Jasper grappled with the two of them, and Horace had been knocked into the water by Alex, who, judging by the way she fought off her attackers, was not going down that easily. She had only one thing in mind: Rescue the boys. Nothing else mattered, and she'd do whatever it took to achieve her goal. "What are these? Sailor knots?" she asked as she struggled with the tight tangle of knots that kept Jonny bound. Maleficent began an incantation, but was tackled out of nowhere by Spinelli, who had left Vince and Hadji to take care of the snake. "Don't even try that!" the small girl warned as she hooked her arms firmly around Maleficent's neck. With a final tug, the knots Alex had been working on came undone. Jonny, now freed, got up, and after brushing himself off, said, "Thanks." Alex smiled. "No problem." she replied. "Now let's get Hadji, regroup, and get out of here!" Quickly they jumped overboard, and headed to the tree. Looking up, they found Kaa in a large bow and Hadji slowly being lowered from the tree to safety by Vince, with Mikey receiving him below. "Who tied him up?" Alex asked, pointing to the snake. Spinelli grinned as she came up behind them. "Hadji here was having trouble getting Kaa to change his mind, so I just went ahead and tied the snake into a pretty bow before I went after the witch." she said. Hadji sighed. "I don't get it. My flute works on other snakes." he said with a shrug. "Well at least he's been taken care of. What about Jasper?" Alex asked. Spinelli confessed, pointing to Kaa. Alex could just make out the shape of Jasper, who had been shoved into Kaa's mouth. The kids shared a laugh. Alex grinned. She was relieved having now rescued the boys. Then, suddenly, she gasped as she remembered something. "Wait! Where's-?" she looked around. There was no sign of Maleficent anywhere. "Gosh!" Jonny said. "She's gone!" "Wonder where to." Alex said. "Wherever she went, she's a chicken." Spinelli said as she climbed back into the boat. "Yeah. Some evil witch. She was nothing." Vince said as he followed her. "Lawson puts up more of a challenge than that." "That was much too easy…" Gretchen said as she walked across the deck to start the boat up, being the only one who knew how. After almost everyone was on board, Alex climbed up and pulled Jonny up after her. "You okay?" she asked him, smiling. "Fine." He smiled back. "How about you, Haj?" "I am perfectly fine, Jonny." Came the reply. "Well, you're both fine and that's all that matters. Oswald can have Maleficent taken care of, I'm sure." She said, relieved. But in the back of her mind, part of her was still worried. Gretchen was right; it had been too easy. What if Maleficent came back for the boys? Never mind that now. The boys were safe, and she was determined to make sure they stayed that way. 8. Chapter 8 "We have to meet him here?" T.J. asked, looking around the moss covered entrance to the Swiss Family Treehouse, a few minutes after the Jungle Cruise affair. "Are you sure that's what he said, Alex? One of the villains could have messed with the phone signal." Gretchen said. "I'm sure." Alex replied. Jiminy Cricket was perched on her shoulder. "Oswald wants to meet us here. It's probably for the best, anyway." "Who's Oswald?" Jonny asked. "Is he a friend of yours?" "Kind of. He's the one that sent us to find you." They began to climb the steps up to the first room of the Treehouse. Jiminy was looking a bit suspicious. "Ya know, I really don't think we should be taking the boys up here. You never know who could be lurking around in the trees." he said cautiously. "What, a bunch of loose monkeys from Animal Kingdom?" Vince laughed. He got laughs from everyone but Jiminy, who looked at him and gave him a loud "humph" "I really don't think it's safe," he said again. "You can't be too careful ya know." "Maybe Jiminy's right." Alex said. "Of course I'm right." he shouted. "I'm a conscience!" He waved his golden badge that the Blue Fairy had given him. "I know, I know. Official conscience. Sorry." Suddenly, there was a rustling in the trees and the faint sound of monkeys. Jiminy turned around. "Who's making those monkey noises?" he asked sternly. Everyone just shrugged. Jiminy scowled at them and then turned back around. Meanwhile, Alex kept the group at a halt as they waited on Oswald. There the noises were again. Alex could hear them now; they were closer. "Hey, I heard the monkey noises too." She said. "I knew I wasn't crazy! Those darn noises are getting on my nerves!" Jiminy yelled. Alex turned to look at the others and frowned as she asked, "You sure none of you are making the noises?" "Of course not. We don't want to face your wrath." Spinelli snickered. "Watch it! You're getting on my nerves, you know that?" Alex hissed at the girl. "Quit trying to pick a fight." "Quit showing us up." Came the whispered reply. "What? Wait- Oswald!" she saw him coming up the path just behind T.J.'s gang. After seeing him, she stopped worrying about the noises and tuned them out, looking straight at Oswald. She didn't hear as King Louie and one of his monkey accomplices picked up Jonny and Hadji. "Hey! Put me down!" Jonny cried. Alex heard his cries and turned around; she could just see King Louie's two hairy arms picking up Jonny and lifting him into the trees. "Oh no, not again!" she cried, grabbing hold of one of the branches as she prepared to follow them. "I hope these guys don't drop us, Haj." Jonny yelled to his companion. "Don't jinx it, Jonny!" Hadji replied. By now, Alex was up in the fake branches watching the monkeys swing from branch to branch with the boys. Oswald made it to the group. "Get down from there, Alex!" he yelled. "Those monkeys are long gone, and they have hidden security cameras up there! Security'll see you, and you'll be in trouble!" Alex jumped down from her perch, and Jiminy used his umbrella to parachute safely back to her shoulder. "So they'll catch the monkeys then, right?" she asked Oswald. Oswald's face was solemn. "They have it on tape, but the monkeys will have gotten to their destination by the time Security gets here." "Aw man! They're gone again!" she cried, looking to her feet. "I keep letting them down. I should never have talked to them in the first place." "Hey, it's okay! We'll get them back, don't worry!" Oswald said, patting her back. "Now let's go see if we can actually figure out _how_ we'll get them back, first." 9. Chapter 9 They were sitting on the benches near the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse, angry at King Louie for his surprise attack, and trying to figure out how to rescue the boys. "Oh that monkey!" Alex said crossly. "I didn't think that he and his apes worked for Maleficent!" "They were probably in it for bananas." Oswald said. "Yeah. They probably were in it for bananas." said Jiminy. "Or fire." Gretchen said, lifting her head up. "Fire?" Oswald asked, astonished. "What're you talking about?" "I was just reminded of something from _The Jungle Book_. King Louie steals Mowgli from Baloo so that he can learn how to make fire. Since he was never taught, maybe he thought that Jonny and Hadji could teach him." "That means that if they do agree to teach him, or they refuse, he'll bring them back!" "I hope so! If he does, we might be able to get to them before Maleficent does!" Alex said. "What if he works for her?" "Then they're in trouble." Then, out of the blue, King Louie and one of his monkeys swooped down and gently placed Jonny and Hadji on the bench beside Alex. She was flabbergasted. "Thanks for the matches, kid!" King Louie said to Jonny. "See ya later!" "Bye! See you soon!" Jonny called to the monkeys, who were already on their way back. "Well how about that!" Jiminy remarked. "Those monkeys must've remembered us!" "Nah. We told 'em." Jonny said to the cricket. Meanwhile, Alex was too shocked to speak. She could not find words to describe her elation. She was so happy that she wanted to hug the boys, but decided against it. Instead she chose to treat the whole group to some ice cream, on her. Oswald departed, leaving them to it. Mikey ran up to the Aloha Isle counter and ordered all the ice cream he could eat, until Alex explained to him that she was only buying one per person. After everyone had gotten their ice cream, they sat down near the center of the bazaar. "So, you're trying to win us over with ice cream, eh?" Spinelli asked after taking a bite of her orange dole whip. "What?" Alex asked, looking over at the girl. "No. I just wanted to get you ice cream after all that you did. You deserve it." "Yeah they do." Jonny said, taking a spoonful of his ice cream. "Maleficent looked really scared. I thought for sure that nothing could scare her, but boy was I wrong!" "Yes, you really showed them!" Hadji said as he nodded in agreement. "Thanks." T.J. said. "We're used to doing this kind of stuff. 'cept the guys we usually fight don't have magic on their side." "Did Maleficent even try to use her magic?" Gretchen asked. "I couldn't tell." "I saw her try, but I tackled her before she could do anything." Spinelli said. "Hmm…it's strange that she only tried once. I have a feeling that she went easy on us because she has a bigger plan in mind. I'm sure she wants the two of you back." She looked over at Jonny and Hadji. "Don't you think she would have gone all out on us? If she really wanted to keep them?" Gus asked. "She may have an even bigger plan for getting them back. One that we don't know about." "Well, they're safe now, and that's all that matters. We can enjoy the park for the rest of the day!" T.J. said happily. "Yeah! Let's go on some rides!" Vince said. "How about Pirates of the Caribbean?" Alex asked. "It's one of my favorites." "Sounds fun!" Jonny said. "Yeah, let's go!" Spinelli said. They all got up and headed for the ride, ready to enjoy the rest of the day. But little did they know, a villain was there. * * * Jafar peered into the glass case of the Pirates' gift shop, Iago on his shoulder, trying to find a gift. Iago, who had no idea who Jafar was shopping for just assumed that it was for Princess Jasmine. "Hey, Jafar, didn't you hear the news? Aladdin and Jasmine are married! In holy matrimony! You missed your chance!" he squawked. "This is not for Jasmine, Iago! It is for someone else. Someone I have grown quite fond of." Jafar replied. "Who? Cruella DeVil? Ursula? Queen Grimhilde?" "None of them. It is for the beautiful fairy Maleficent." "Beautiful? And _green_? You're nuts." "Do not judge her by her appearance, Iago. She has a black heart. And I wish to give her something as black as her heart, and of great value." "Ever think of a black diamond? Those are very nice." "Diamonds are given when you wish to marry someone. I am not ready for that sort of commitment yet. I need something other than that." Unbeknownst to Jafar, an extremely ugly, barnacle-covered pirate was behind him. He had a tentacle beard and a red claw for a hand. "I know what ye can give to yer lass." he said in a hushed voice. Jafar turned around and saw the speaker. "Davy Jones!" he gasped. "Do you really know of something? Please tell me!" "Captain Jack Sparrow's black pearl be t' perfect prize. She'd be adoring ye for many a year if ye gave that to her. It be a great treasure." "Isn't it a ship?" "It also be a treasure of his. A real pearl." "How can I obtain this pearl?" "Ye'd have t' face its owner. Captain Sparrow himself. He be not too careful when it comes t' protectin' his booty." "But Sparrow is always crowded by guests whenever he shows up in the park. I'd have a difficult time getting to it." "Ye leave that t' me. All I ask is fer ye t' get me a child t' be me new cabin lad or wench as payment. But I'll give ye t' pearl before ye pay me, just in case someone else comes a courtin'." "I know the perfect child." said Jafar, thinking of Jonny's friend Hadji. Maleficent wanted him out of the way, and this was the perfect way to take care of him. "When can you have it ready?" "I'll have t' pearl all nice and pretty fer yer wench later today. It'll be here at t' treasure bar. All yeh have to do is tell me mate that ye want t' pearl that Davy has for yeh." "Perfect! I will be here later to get it. And I promise that you'll have that cabin boy soon." "Good then. I must be off now. Sparrow's about t' come out for his next little pirate school. I'll be fetchin' t' pearl then." After Davy Jones had left, Jafar made plans for a romantic candlelight dinner with Maleficent. He'd tell her how he had gotten rid of Hadji so that he wouldn't be any more trouble. Hopefully, she'd fall head over heels. Especially when he showed her the pearl. Quietly, he walked over to a pair of Cast Members standing near the entrance to Pirates of the Caribbean. He paid them a handful of gold each to keep an eye out for Jonny and Hadji, and instructed them to follow them onto the ride if they chose to ride it, and then to bring them to him. It wasn't a cheap kidnapping, but Jafar figured that it was worth it to win Maleficent's love. * * * Alex and company walked over to the entrance of Pirates. Throwing away the debris of their snacks, they walked into the line. Two Cast Members stood at the entrance as greeters. "I heard that this ride is scary!" said Gus nervously as they began to wind their way through the queue. "It's not scary. Just a little dark." Gretchen reassured him. "Yeah." said T.J. "There's nothing scary about this ride. Except for the drop." "_Drop_!" Gus squealed in terror. "Calm down. Gus!" Alex said. "It's not a fifty-footer like SplashMountain. It's small. Only ten feet I think. That's what Jordan told me." "Who's Jordan?" asked Jiminy. "A friend of yours?" "He's my twin brother. He's really smart, always inventing new things. He knows a ton about the science of Disney parks." "Well where is he? Didn't he come with you?" asked Jonny. "No. He's been studying abroad in other countries for the past year. I see him once in a while." "Abroad, huh? I've always wanted to do that; how interesting!" Gretchen said. "Well, maybe after all of this is over with, we can all meet up back here at Disney World, and he can come with you!" T.J. said. "That'd be just great! He'd love to meet all of you." "Hey, who's that?" asked Gus. He was pointing at two grown men, dressed as pirates, who had followed them. They didn't look very out of place, but Alex thought it was odd that two grown men, let alone Cast Members, would get onto Pirates in costume. "Hey, aren't those the two greeters that were at the entrance?" asked Jiminy. "Why are they straying from their post?" "I dunno. Maybe they're on break and want to ride the ride?" Spinelli tried. "I didn't know they were allowed to do that. Especially in costume." Gretchen said. "Hey!" Alex caught the attention of everyone. "I just go a message from Oswald on my phone. He says that we have to meet him, Ortensia, Race, and Jonny's dad at for dinner at Tony's Town Square." "Tony's eh? I thought that place was for romantic dinners." Jiminy said. "Yeah. These two had a date there once." Alex gestured to her backpack, which had Lady and Tramp on it. "Yep. Eating spaghetti and meatballs while being serenaded by Tony and Joe. Who could ask for a better first date?" "I could think of something better. Anyway romantic or not, it's still dinner. And we're not buying. Now, let's get on those boats!" Alex said. Soon, the kids had boarded a boat, with the T.J.'s gang in one row, and Alex, Jiminy, Jonny, and Hadji in another. Alex noticed the two Cast Members from earlier get in a few rows behind them, and that no one else was boarding. "Hey! There they are again!" she said, turning to look at them after placing her backpack securely beside her. "Looks like they kept some people from riding." Jiminy remarked. "Something's fishy." "I agree." After the safety warning, they were off. They floated placidly through the ride, until the drop snuck up on them, and broke the silence with their cheers: "Yippee!" "Yahoo!" "Wahoo!" "Ahh!" "That was exhilarating!" said Gretchen. "Just wait until SplashMountain." Alex smiled. Just as the boat had begun to flow through the battle scene between Barbossa and Port Royal, the ride came to a sudden stop. "Hey! What gives?" Spinelli protested. "They must be having tech trouble. Just wait." Gretchen said. But then, without any warning, the two Cast Members in the back of the boat who had been all but forgotten, stood up and began to move up the rows. Alex noticed them and turned around and called out, "Hey! Sit down! You'll get us yelled at!" They just kept on coming. "Come on, stop! You'll get us kicked off!" said T.J. Eventually, no one had to yell at them anymore. A woman's voice came over the intercom and said sternly, "Please keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside at all times. The ride will restart momentarily. Thank you." With that, the two Cast Members sat obediently. "How'd you know they were going to get yelled at?" asked Gus. "Because it happened to my friend's dad once, on this very ride. And second, it's kind of obvious that they'd get yelled at for that. It's a safety rule." Alex said. "Oh, yeah." "Who's that stupid?" asked Vince, trying to hold back laughter. "Don't know. They should have seen that coming." said a snickering T.J. Soon, the ride started to move once again. While everyone else became distracted by the singing pirates, Alex decided to listen to the two Cast Members as they quietly conversed. "We almost had those boys." said the first one. "Yeah. If we don't get the blonde one's friend to Jafar soon, he'll have our necks." said the second. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Alex. Suddenly, he morphed into a small blue devil with long horns. _Panic! One of Hades's stooges! _Thought Alex. "You mean, _if _he finds out." said the first. He then morphed into a fat, pink little devil with stubby horns, who was recognized to be Pain, Panic's partner. "If. If is good." said Panic, relieved. Alex turned to face the rest of her group. She didn't want to worry them, so she kept the conversation that she had just heard to herself. _So, Pain and Panic are after Jonny and Hadji. They're working for Jafar, who apparently needs Hadji really badly. I wonder what for?_ These thoughts and others clouded her mind as the ride ended and she followed the others as they headed off to explore the rest of the park. End file.	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null	Classic Jonny Quest, Disney 1. Chapter 1 Alex held a bag of merchandise from the World of Disney store as she and her friends Spinelli and Gretchen walked into the West Side of Downtown Disney. A little ways behind them trudged Ortensia the Cat, holding her own load of bags, all of them filled with toys for her four hundred and twenty children. As the girls walked into the West Side, a large sign caught the attention of Alex. It was just above a storefront that sat in a small section between a number of other stores. It wasn't the store's name or what it sold that caught her attention, but who was on the sign. The old witch from _Snow White and the Seven Dwarves_ held an apple with a skull face above a bubbling cauldron with multicolored liquid. She noticed a banner in the store window that said, "Best Candy Apples in Walt Disney World". Even though she was slightly intrigued by the store, she remembered that the boys waited for them at DisneyQuest, and decided that she'd look into it another time. Sadly, that wouldn't be the case. As she continued to walk by, she heard someone behind her take in a whiff of the sickeningly sweet smell that came through the shop's doorway. Then, she heard Spinelli say, "Hey, this place smells good." The raven-haired girl had come to a stop in front of the store, peering into one of the windows. Alex came up behind her, and the two of them watched as candied apples were being prepared in a show kitchen. Gretchen came up behind them, and Spinelli continued, "That looks delicious. I think I'm going to go in there and buy one." "Well, we haven't made our usual stop at Goofy's. It wouldn't hurt to stop in." Alex said. "Besides, those apples sure look good." "The Candy Cauldron." Gretchen said, reading the sign. "I don't believe I've heard of this place." "Well, it's something new. Let's go check it out." Spinelli said, reaching for the door handle. She prepared to pull it open, when a loud scream stopped her in her tracks. "Ashley Funicello Spinelli!" cried Ortensia, using the girl's full name. "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?" She quickly ran up to the girls and dropped her haul on the ground in frustration. "Don't call me that!" Spinelli growled. "Well? What do you think you're doing?" the cat repeated herself, ignoring the girl's complaint. "We were just going to take a look in here, Ortensia. And maybe get some candy. We'll only be a minute." Alex said. "Don't you know what store this is? Couldn't you tell by the sign?" "It's a candy store, like Goofy's. What's the big deal?" Spinelli asked, her hand still ready to open the door. "Do you not see who's on the sign?" "The witch from Snow White." Gretchen said. "Probably just to market the store." "She's the store's owner! And she won't want you girls in there as customers, after all you've done. Let's continue to DisneyQuest." "What would she do to us if we just stopped in? After all, turning us away turns down business." Alex said. "Who knows what she'll do? She may very well add something to your candy." "I'm guessing that rules out buying anything." Spinelli sighed, looking longingly at one of the apples in the store window. "Anything made fresh in the store. I'm sure we can buy prepackaged candy." Gretchen said. "If you were to go in there." Ortensia said. "Just stick with candy from Goofy's. I don't think it's safe to buy anything from there." "Well, can we at least look around?" Alex asked, looking at Ortensia. "What about the boys? Jordan just sent me another message asking me when you'd be there." "Five minutes. That's all we want. Five minutes to look around." "And you won't buy anything?" "Nothing. We promise. Right, Spin?" "Right." The girl sighed, disappointed. "All right, five minutes. I'll be in the silver shop next door. In five minutes, I'll be right out here. Be ready to go, or I'll have to come in there and pull you out." Ortensia picked up her bags and turned to the nearby shop. Before going in, she turned back to the girls and said, "Remember, five minutes!" "We've got it!" Alex said. As soon as Ortensia had gone into the other store, she quickly walked up to the door of the Candy Cauldron and opened it. The three of them walked inside. The store's small interior was themed like a castle dungeon. Several displays of prepackaged candy were scattered throughout the room, the center one having a large figure of Queen Grimhilde on top, with another figure of the evil witch from the sign on the flipside of it. The rest of the store consisted of the show kitchen and registers. Bypassing bags of fudge and chocolate covered pretzels, Alex casually strolled up to the counter and snagged an order form for a custom apple. Gretchen noticed. "I thought we weren't buying anything." She said, looking at the form in Alex's hand. "I just wanted to see what they put on apples. I'm not going to buy one." Alex replied, quickly slipping the form into her bag. "Don't suppose poison's on the menu, is it?" Spinelli joked as she came up beside them. Alex laughed. "Nope. Just apples and candy." "I really think Ortensia was overreacting a bit. No one would let the witch get away with selling poisoned apples in a store." Gretchen said. "Yeah. I bet it'd be harmless to have one of the apples." Alex said. "So, why not buy one?" Spinelli asked, looking at the other two girls, a mischievous grin forming on her face. "Spin, are you crazy? We told Ortensia we wouldn't buy anything. If we walk out of here with any food at all, she'll smell it and toss it right out there. Money right down the drain." "We can have it delivered to the hotel." Gretchen said, though she covered her mouth moments later. "Not you too, Gretch." "C'mon, there's no trouble in buying a silly little apple. It's like you said, why would it be poisoned?" Spinelli continued. "Well, you've got a point. I'll go ahead and order an apple." Alex said, taking another order form. "We'll go ahead and tell Ortensia we're going to DisneyQuest, and that she can meet us there. Once you've ordered the apple, you can run on over." "Ok. I'll see you guys there." She watched as Spinelli and Gretchen headed out the door and over to the silver shop. Then, she turned her attention to ordering the apple. After checking off what she wanted: a caramel coated apple with chocolate chips and multicolored sprinkles, she wrote down what she thought was her own name and hotel room number on the order form. As she handed the form to the clerk, she realized that they shouldn't leave the boys out too, so she ordered them an apple as well, writing down their names and room number on the form. Then, she paid the clerk ten dollars for both apples, and quickly left the store and headed to DisneyQuest. Meanwhile, in the kitchen of The Candy Cauldron, a confectioner was busy preparing to start Alex's orders. Queen Grimhilde, in her hag form, brushed by this particular worker on her way to the storefront and noticed the names on the two forms. An idea in mind, she tapped the employee on the shoulder and said in a grandmotherly voice, "Would you mind, dearie, if I did these orders?" "Of course not, ma'am. I'll go check on the store for you." The employee said, heading out to the store front. "Excellent dear. Now, let's see….." 2. Chapter 2 A few hours later, the whole group was at the Downtown Disney bus station. Alex sat beside Sora, the two of them examining each other's drawings from the art station at DisneyQuest. "Hmm, his ears are a little too far to the left…." Alex said, looking at Sora's somewhat crude picture of Mickey. "And let's not even touch on how far apart his eyes are." "Hey, the King's ears are hard to draw!" came the reply. "Well, if he's looking straight at you, his ears shouldn't be on the left side like that. There should be one on each side; they shouldn't be right next to each other." Alex handed the picture back to him. "Other than that, it's fine." "Well, okay. Let's see your picture of Pluto." Sora said, taking the picture back from her and then looking at the one she'd handed him earlier. "Hmm….the outline looks kind of wobbly. Is Pluto scratching himself in this picture?" "No! I just….don't have a steady hand when I draw." "It makes it look like he's standing in the middle of an earthquake." "All of my art looks like that. Jordan calls it 'ShakeArt'." "It's 'QuakeArt', sis." Her twin brother called from the next bench over. "'QuakeArt', 'ShakeArt', whatever." Alex called back. "It all looks wobbly." She sighed as she hung her head. "It's better than mine." Sora offered, trying to cheer her up. "Anything's better than that!" Spinelli said from over his shoulder. She was sitting next to T.J. and Jonny on the bench behind them. "A Kindergartener…no, a _bunny child_, could draw better than that!" "Hey, I was just trying to cheer her up!" Sora said with a frown. Alex laughed. "It's ok. I already know that art isn't my forte…" She looked at Sora's picture again. "And it isn't yours either." "Well, your picture is still better than mine. I like it." Sora handed her drawing back. "I like your picture too." Jonny said from over Alex's shoulder. "I'm glad you both like it." she looked at Sora and then Jonny. "And, it's nice to know that someone on that bench appreciates how I draw." "Hey! I didn't say anything about your picture." Spinelli said suddenly, looking back over the bench again. "But, since you brought it up: a bunny kid could draw better than that." "Thanks." Alex huffed. "You asked for it." A little while later, a bus came to take them back to the Art of Animation resort. Alex walked with her brother and Sora onto the bus. Jonny, who had been walking with Hadji, started to push his way through T.J.'s gang to try and follow her. ""Scuse me!" he said, sliding between Gus and Mikey. "Jonny, where are you going?" Hadji asked. "I have something I want to talk to Alex about, Haj." "What?" "You-Know-What." Jonny said, sliding by Spinelli. "Hey, no cuts Blondie!" Spinelli said, glowering at him. "I need to talk to her about something." Jonny motioned towards Alex. "Is it so important that you have to push right by me like that?" "Well, I want to sit near her so that I can tell her." "Maybe I wanted to sit by her." T.J., who had been on the steps, spoke up. "She's kind of surrounded." Jonny quickly brushed past him and climbed into the bus, only to see Alex sitting between her brother and Sora. She was talking to Sora about something. "Aw man, I can never talk to her without him around." Jonny muttered, sitting across the aisle from Alex. 'Who?" Hadji sat down beside him. "Sora. He's always with her." "More like she's always with him. She really likes hanging out with him." "Yeah. But I want to talk with her, about _it_. Alone." "Maybe you should wait until we get to the hotel." "Okay. As soon as we get there, I'll ask her if she'll sit and talk with me." "Sounds like a good plan." The "It" Jonny was talking about was his crush on Alex. He hadn't been able to muster up the courage to tell her how he felt, and the fact that she was with Sora most of the time didn't help matters. Only today had he decided that he should try to tell her, but it seemed like every chance he got, Sora was always there. The boy's constant presence annoyed him. But if he was able to get Alex to talk with him, he'd be able to tell her, without Sora around to hear. Meanwhile, Sora was listening as Alex talked about how Ortensia had tried to keep them from going into the Candy Cauldron. As he listened to her talk, his mind wandered off and he started thinking about whether or not he should tell her what he was feeling; how he really liked her. Roxas, his Nobody, heard these thoughts and decided to add his own two cents. _"Just go ahead and tell her."_ He heard Roxas say. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way?" he thought-said. "_Really? She hangs out with you a lot, why wouldn't she?"_ "Maybe she just likes my company." _"Yeah, right."_ "What about Kairi?" _"Well, you could-" _Roxas was suddenly cut off. "Sora, you okay?" It was Alex. Both she and Jordan were watching him. "Huh?" Sora snapped out of his thoughts. "You looked like you were spaced out, is everything ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about something." "Oh, ok." She turned to her brother and began talking with him. _I wish it was easier to tell her._ He thought. End file.	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null	Class of 1984 1. Characters Characters Peter Stegman Age: 18 The leader of the gang and a feared figure in the school. He and his gang sell drugs, fight rival gangs, and run a small prostitution racket. He carries around a switchblade and is willing to do anything to save himself from trouble. Patsy Age: 18 Stegman's girlfriend and one of the gang's two female members, showing some lesbian attractions. Lizzy's childhood friend. Drugstore Age: 18 The drug dealer of the gang and himself is hooked on drugs. He carries a straight razor and uses a basketball bat in a gang fights. Lizzy's older brother. Barnyard Age: 18 Gang's enforcer. He wears clothes displaying the reversed swastika. He uses a large wooden plank in battle. Fallon Age: 18 The other enforcer. He wears a lot of black leather and a Mohawk Hairstyle. His weapon is a chain, which he wears as a belt for easy access in fights. Lizzy's boyfriend and very protective of her. Lizzy Age: 17 Fallon's girlfriend and one of the gang's two female members. Knows how to fight, her weapon of choice is a switchblade. Drugstore's little sister. Patsy's childhood friend. 2. Chapter 01: The New Teacher Chapter 01: The New Teacher Lincoln High School A place were the gangs rule. A place were Drugs and Weapons circulate freely. A place were the teachers tremble for their own lives. And they carry weapons with them for their own protection. And at the top of the school community, you find Peter Stegman's gang known as The Neo-Nazis. The members are Peter Stegman, Fallon, Lizzy, Patsy, Drugstore and Barnyard. They are the most feared gang in the whole school. Lizzy's POV We were climbing the stairs of the school, pushing anyone who saw in front of us to open up road for Peter. As Fallon and I were walking through the Metal Detectors just inside the school door, it started beeping. Before the security guard could come to us Fallon pull out his switchblade and said: -You kiss my ass, little Jack. As the guard pulled us over to check us for more weapons. Barnyard pass a switchblade from the outside of the door to Drugstore who has passed the door already. Then a man who was together with our science teacher said to the guard: -Hey, Guard that kid with the brown shirt has a straight razor. -Fuck off dude. I said giving him the Finger. Fallon laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I wrapped mine around his waist. -Let's go baby. We take off to the music room. Fallon sit in a chair, pulled me in his lap and started kissing me. As we were making out the others were mocking the 'good' students. Suddenly there was the voice of that man again. -Excuse me, but are you in this class? We turned around and looked at him. -No. We said -You want to get out of here, please? -No. We said smirking. -I give him a week. Said Drugstore laughing as they all sit down. -My name is Mr. Norris… I'm taking over for Me Goldsteen, when I call your name please answer here. -Um, if I'm not here, do I answer "Not Here"? said Drugstore seriously. We laughed at that. -Abrams -Not here. I giggled and Fallon chuckled. -Elidopoulos -No, no, no. Not here, no. -What is your name please? He said and walked to him. -Dude, I don't know. He said taking his bandana and bring it down to his ears. Me and Fallon stand up and go behind him. -He doesn't listening good. Said Fallon and petted his hair. -You jerks don't belong here. Said a female student. -Shut your hole, you little dyke. I said. -You don't scare me, freak. -What did you called Me? -Pull it, pull it. What's your name? Since it seems to be in charge of this group? Said Mr. Norris turning to Peter. -My name is Stegman Peter. He said in German and gave the Nazi Salute, which made us automatically salute too. -You're ok! The others, I guess, belongs somewhere else. -They stay with me. - do re mi fa so la ti do. We started Singing the music notes really loudly. -Leave. Then Peter signals us to leave. -Just leaving. Not here. Bye, bye. Drugstore said taking off his bandana and standing up. Barnyard walked by Mr. Norris staring at him. I winked at him. While Fallon wraps his left arm around my waist and held out his right for a handshake. -See you later, huh? He said smirking. He put his sunglasses on. As we were walking to the door. -Are you suppose to be here? What's your Name? Mr. Norris asked me. -Elisabeth Taylor. I said sending him a kiss, sticking my tongue out and leaving with patsy following. -Face to music. Teacher, teacher. Said Peter. -Wait a minute, you're in this class. Sit down! -Sit on this, motherfucker! He said licking his finger and flipped him off. -What's the matter with you? -What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with matter? He said leaving. 3. Chapter 02 : Leroy Chapter 02 : Leroy I was waiting with Patsy outside the males restroom. We were guarding the door. The guys are in there selling drugs to some kids. When they get out Fallon wraps his arms around me and kiss me. -Whoohoo! Get some sis! Said Drugstore. I flipped him off and brake away from Fallon. He takes my hand and we walked down the hallway. The bell rings and all the students are at the hallways. We were walking and counting on money that we had taken earlier from other students. Peter was at the front middle, Patsy at his left and Barnyard at his right. Behind Patsy was Drugstore, I was in the middle with Fallon. -Shush! Sheets come down children! We were making 4.000/week and now we are down to 2.000. That's kind of pathetic! -We'll fix it! Said Barnyard. -You better be or someone will find himself out of the gang! -Commes ta! (Well Hello) said Fallon grabbing a kids neck and shoving him against the lockers. -You've got something in there for us? Asked Peter. Barnyard checked the kids locker while Drugstore check the kids wallet and take out about 100 bucks. -See, see! What's this? Said Peter. We all turned our heads only to see Leroy a member of our rivals trying to sell drugs to some girls. - That Bastard! He is stealing our job! I said and glared at him. Then Leroy saw as and started backing up. -Take him! Fallon, Barnyard and Me started to walk towards him. He started running and we chased him shoving people out of our way. We chase him to the stairs were Fallon slipped down of the railing to the other side of the stairs, pass Leroy then jumped over it and grabbed him by his shirt. I smirked when I saw his muscular arms. -Don't mess with me, Man or else I'll bust your ass! Said Leroy trying to sound tough. Fallon then slammed him to the wall and to the stairs railing. We grabbed him and walk off towards the restroom. Meanwhile Drugstore goes up to the girls and takes the drugs. -Talk to you later. Peter said slapping lightly the kid and walking off to the restrooms to wait for us. At the Restrooms I opened the door Fallon and Barnyard dragged Leroy inside while Patsy guarded the door. Peter and Drugstore were already there. -Here's the boy. Where do you want him? Fallon asked Peter who motioned his head towards a column near the mirrors. They take him there, slammed him against it and hold him there. I walked over and take his wallet. They turned him around while Peter walks up to them. -What is this huh? I asked him while I pulled out of his wallet a small bag with drugs. -I'm tired of you, Leroy! I mean enough is enough. Said Peter. -Hey man, listen, I didn't do anything. -What the fuck! You think I was born yesterday? -Hey man, What's going on here? Peter kick him on his stomach, Leroy bend over in pain. -Get up! Said Fallon as he and Barnyard push him back. -Where's the others that sold shit in this school? -You told me to go out there man and I just… Peter punched him in the stomach, knocking him down in pain. Fallon rest his back on the column and sighed. -Go tell Joodoo, that if he wants to play come meet us after school. Got that? He said and started leaving. Barnyard followed him throwing to Leroy some coins from his wallet and Drugstore said: -Keep the change. He holds open the door for me and Fallon. -See ya around baby. I said and we walked off. The final bell rings and after we picked up some weapons, a wooden plank for barnyard and three baseball bat for me, Drugstore and Peter. We take Peters car and we were off to meet our rivals. 4. Chapter 03: Gang Fight Chapter 03: Gang Fight We arrived at our destination, Peter parked the car. We jumped out and were walking on a dried river under a bridge road, towards the meeting place. Me, Peter, Barnyard and Drugstore holding our weapons behind our backs, while Fallon walked casually next to me with his chain on his waist. Patsy stayed in the car. We see our rivals jump over the bridge railroad and coming to us. We stopped in front of eachother. I stand between Fallon and Drugstore, Peter next to him with Barnyard left. Waiting for a signal to start. -I'm gonna kill you, sucker! Said one of them to Fallon. -Yeah, like you ever could. I said sniggering. -I see you bring the little slut with you. Said Joodoo their leader. -What did you call me? -Are you Deaf? I called you a SLUT! -Do you remember the time when we kidnapped you and raped you? I stayed silent. -Oh, I remember… you fighting, screaming to let you go. He taunted me. My temperature started rising, my eyes darkened I was ready to strike. I feel the same feelings coming from the guys, especially Fallon. -I'm gonna kill you! He said. Then Joodoo turned to Peter and said: -No one messes with my man Leroy. I'm gonna cut you like meat. -Cut this! Said Peter and attacked. Then all Hell broke lose. We started attacking hitting them with our bats and Fallon with his chain and fists. Someone grabbed me from behind causing me to drop my bat. I tried fighting him, but he was much stronger. -Fallon. I shouted catching his attention. He came and punched the guy, with his chain wrapped around his fist. He let me go. I picked my bat, turned around and started hitting him with Fallon. -Come on back, you motherfucker! Said Fallon and hit him. Suddenly we hear sirens. -COPS! Shouted Drugstore. -Lets get out of here! I said giving the guy one more hit, before Fallon grabbing my hand and running. The others following behind. We jumped into the car and drove off. The Cops arrested Joodoo and his gang before they got a chance to escape. 5. Chapter 04: Hideout Chapter 04: Hideout It was already Night. Patsy pulled out a book that it reads "Lincoln High School Faculty Roster" it was the teachers home addresses book. -Well work stealing that book, Patsy. Said Peter. She opened it and searched through with a flashlight. _NORRIS, ANDREW_ _1401 Luclie Avenue_ _Music_ -There it is. She said. -This is gonna be fucking great. Said Peter laughing. We go to a public restrooms and painted our faces so Mr. Norris don't recognize us. -Now off to Mr. Norris's place. Said Peter. We jumped into the car. Peter and Patsy at the front, Drugstore, Barnyard, Fallon and I at the back sit. Me on Fallon's lap, he wraps his muscular arms around my waist and brings me back to his toned chest. 10 Minutes Later When we arrived Mr. Norris was outside with a woman, who we assumed is his wife. Peter started to blink the Vehicle lights. He started to walk towards us. We opened our windows. When he bents down. -What do you guys want? He said. -BANG! We said and Barnyard sprayed him with fake blood. He jumped back surprised, we started cheering and we drove off. After we cleaned all the make-up from our faces, we get to our favorite place, a Bar that's infront our hideout. We get off the car, Fallon wrapped his arm around my waist, mines goes around his and we go in. They opened a road for us as we walk by. Peter was greeting everyone in there. We got to the stage that were held a performance by Canadian punk band Teenage Head. We got lost into the crowd. Peter jumped on the stage and flipped people off before jumping into the crowd. Fallon got up there and took off his leather jacket, swing it around. I was dancing in the crowd infront of him, pulled down the neck of my shirt and flashing him. He smirked and jumped back into the crowd, pulled me against him, his dominative nature showing. -I want you, baby. He said and kissed me roughly. I moaned and kissed him back just as rough. After a while all six of us walked behind the Bar where our hideout was. A line of people was waiting outside for us. We got in, Peter walked over to a desk and sit behind it, Drugstore sit in a chair infront of the desk and pullout his drugs. Patsy was leaning against another desk sipping her beer, Fallon sat on the couch pulled me in his lap and started making out with me. Barnyard took two baseball bats, goes outside and bring the first one in the line who was a young boy. -Vinnie Cantino, that's mister Stegman. Said Barnyard to the kid. -Hey, Vinnie. -How are you doing man? -What could we do for you Vinnie? -Yeah… I'd like to work for you guys. -How old are you? -14 -14? Well… we get back to you. We let you know. -Don't be a stranger, Vinnie. NEXT! Said Barnyard and escorted him outside. Patsy goes out and bring a girl inside. -Peter this is Sally. She wants some tout. If you give her sample, she can do something for us. -Coke, huh? Said Peter. She nodded. Drugstore, I'm sure you have something this young lady can sample? -But of course, dead rush is our middle name. He give her some. Ok! Class operation number 1. She sniffed it and draw back. -We only use the very best. Said Peter. -Why don't you make her to take her clothes off? Patsy asked Peter. -Take your clothes off. He said. -You really want me to take… -Take your clothes off! Said Drugstore. She started to undress as we all turned and watched her. -So Sally, what do you do for a living? He asked her. -What do you think? -I don't think. -Very good! Peter said when she was naked. -So? Do I get the job? -Yeah, well… first you have to go through tryouts. Barnyard! -Yeah? -Wanna check out this merchandise? He walked up to her. Turned her over, checked her out and said: -You've got a moment? -Yeah. They walked out of the room. -I'm gonna watch. Said Patsy and followed them. Afterwards when we finished seeing everyone in the line Fallon picked me up and take us to our bedroom, were we shared a passionate night together. End file.	Class of 1984, Horror, Romance	Fanfiction	null	14,557	13,668.6
null	Class of 1984 Desperate Times Lead to Desperate Measures A/N: Seeing the lack of 'Class of 1984' fics on this site, I've decided to write one. It's not a popular film of the 80s but I really like it. For those who haven't seen it the full movie is on YouTube and here is a plot summary for you lazy little fucks; _Andrew "Andy" Norris, is a music teacher who takes a job at a big city high school. The first day he walks into class, he faces trouble, and trouble is personified by Stegman, the brilliant but crazed leader of the high school gang. Stegman dresses as a cross between a punk rocker and a Hell's Angel. He terrorizes half the school with his violence and mesmerizes the other half with his charisma. He also happens to be a brilliant musician. King tries to deal with him, reason with him, outthink him, and even outmuscle him, but the kid is strong, smart, and mean. The other teachers and the school officials have mostly surrendered to the reign of terror._ Disclaimer: Bitch. I don't own Class of 1984. * * * There was graffiti covering every single bit of the school. Jennifer didn't think that there was a single wall that didn't have graffiti on it. All in all, the school was a piece of shit. Boy, was she going to love her time in here. It was full of racists, bullies, you name it. If anything, there was nothing more she hated than a racist. There were cops at the entrance, checking if any students had switchblades or any other weapons on them. Some of them were let go, the cops pretending that they hadn't seen them. Jennifer was felt up by the cop who was 'checking her for a lethal weapon', she had to hold herself from lashing out, knowing that it would only get her into trouble. She spotted a man with a beard, standing next to an older man. She couldn't help but think he was good-looking. She was pretty sure he was a teacher, judging the folder he had in his hand. Peter was near his locker with Patsy beside him. His eyes had caught the new girl. And damn, was she something to look at. He still hadn't take his eyes of the silky black hair that lacked the usual teasing of a hairbrush that most girls did nor did he take his eyes of her emerald green eyes. His eyes greedily roamed the rest of her figure that was, unfortunately covered with a pair of skinny jeans and a full sleeved top, unlike Patsy's, who had the shortest crop top with a short skirt on. He motioned Patsy to go talk to her. "New girl!" A girl with tinted pink bangs straightly falling on her forehead yelled out. Jennifer ignored her. Her name was most definitely not 'new girl'. The girl wouldn't let up. "Hey! Sweetcheeks, I'm talkin' to you!" She stomped up to the new girl. Jennifer spun around, her lips curling into a snarl. "Oh, you were, were you? Well, first things first, my name is Jennifer not 'new girl'. And secondly, I don't want to talk you." Peter had been watching the interaction between Patsy and Jennifer with amusement in his eyes. The girl had spunk. Well so did Deneen but this one didn't look like an ugly dyke. He went and stood next to Patsy when he saw that she was getting riled up. "Hey Patsy, who's your friend?" Patsy glared at Jennifer when she turned her attention towards Peter. "I'm pretty sure her 'friend' is capable of introducing herself." Peter smirked. "What are you waiting for then? Christmas?" "Fuck you." Jennifer spat out at him as his smirk widened. "Maybe later babe." She growled at him, making Patsy cling onto him and glare at her even more. He didn't bother to hold back his moan at the sound. "Oh baby, you keep growling like that and I'm gonna blow my load in my pants." His smirk never faltered as Patsy giggled. Jennifer was about to growl at him again but thought against it and turned to walked away only to have him grab her wrist pulling her towards him. "You never did tell me your name." He murmured softly against her ear. "Jennifer Yates." She pushed him away ignoring the butterflies in her stomach. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Yates. The name's Peter. Peter Stegman." He grinned at her. How could one person be an asshole one minute and a charismatic gentleman the next? If anyone knew charisma it was Jennifer. She had used it countless times in her life for both males and females, with it being effective on both sexes. If this was Stegman's game, she was certainly not backing out. Jennifer Yates did not back out from a challenge, even if the challenge wasn't exactly spoken. She stepped closer to him, making Patsy narrow her eyes dangerously at her. She brought her small, dainty hand to the back of his head, gently pulling him down to her height. Her mouth hovered over his right ear, her voice taking on a more sultry tone than usual, "Likewise, Mr. Stegman." She pulled away to see that his eyes were shut and his breathing irregular. "I'll see you later." She walked off, making sure to add a light sway to her hips and a smirk on her face. "Who was that?" Barnyard, one of the members of his gang asked. They had finally arrived at school. "Some new bitch." Patsy gritted out, her anger from earlier still present. Peter was silent not bothering to agree or disagree with the statement even when the gang looked at him expectantly. Fallon was the one to break the silence. "We've gone down a few sluts." Peter rolled his eyes. "Find some new ones. Or I'll find some new guys." His voice indicated that he didn't want them to talk any further. He walked off, his thoughts lingering around a certain dark haired beauty and leaving them to follow him. Apparently his gang didn't take the no talking hint because Drugstore then continued to say, "How about that new girl? Seems pretty timid to me. She'll scare real easily." Pretty timid, my ass. Peter thought with a smirk, his thoughts once again occupied by her. "Is that a yeah?" Barnyard grinned at their leader. "You're not touching that one. She's mine. Understand? I don't want you touching her." Peter snarled out, causing Patsy to narrow her eyes at him maliciously and the others to nod their heads obediently. "Got it." Peter looked at Patsy, aware of her bisexual streak. She rolled her eyes. "Got it." "Good." He went off to his homeroom, knowing that he was about to get a mouthful off of 'teacher teacher' for being late. He didn't know why he was complaining. At least he showed up to school. "Why are you late?" Andrew Norris was fed up of the different times that Peter turned up at. Sometimes he didn't even bother to turn up for registration and disrupted the music class he was supposed to be in. "No reason." He went to take a seat by Arthur, a geeky looking boy with a funny haircut. Jennifer walked into the room, her eyes taking in the classroom and the students. Her eyes finally met the teacher's. It was one of the teachers from earlier. "Can I help you?" He enquired. "I'm new here, it says that I've got a music lesson with Mr. Norris." She stated confidently. "Well, that's me. What's your name?" "Jennifer Yates." She answered him. He smiled at her. "You play anything Miss. Yates?" She looked uncomfortable for a second before reluctantly telling him that she played the electric guitar as well as the guitar and was still in the middle of learning how to play the piano. She still couldn't play any difficult music, only the intermediate pieces. "Okay. I'll see what I can find." He smiled once again, leaving the classroom. Going to sit down, she saw that Stegman was sat at the piano seat, without Patsy. He gave her a wink making her smirk at him, before taking the seat that was furthest from him. * * * Should I continue? Any ideas? Could definitely use some ideas. Elektra. End file.	Class of 1984, Hurt-Comfort, Romance	Fanfiction	null	7,727	11,209
null	Class of 1984 1. Chapter 1 I Pledge Allegiance To The Red, White, And BlackA _Class of 1984_ fan-fic _As Class of 1984 isn't very well known, I suppose I should give a little tiddy about it. First of all, if the summary of this story intrigues you and you haven't seen the movie (however, I recommend you do - mostly crappy acting and some weird scenes, but a good story), please read on, as my story begins before the beginning of the movie. Class of 1984 is about a teacher who gets a job at a school that is run and vandalized by the pot-smoking, Hitler-loving, prostitute-managing teens. The leader is Stegman - Peter Stegman - and he rules with a group of friends. I won't tell you the rest - you'll find out. However, the story is focused around Maksym Fallon (to you who have seen the movie, he is the one that carries the link chain and doesn't have too much air time) and an OC and told in mostly her point of view. Also, for those who haven't picked up on it, the "Red, White, and Black" is the Nazi flag with the Swastika . . . ._ Summary: Lincoln High was ruled by one and one alone: Peter Stegman. He ruled everything . . . the halls, the drugs, the hookers, and his crew. Elinor Rudabette was new to Lincoln and its practices . . . She was used to a democracy - not a dictatorship. Extra: Takes place at the beginning of the movie . . . ish. Main Characters: Fallon and OC Rating: Teen (Language) Genre: Romance/Action/Drama Theme Song: "Miserable At Best" - Mayday Parade _PROLOGUE: FALLON'S BALLAD_ _This is a poem I wrote initially as just a poem. The story stemmed from this. It is pretty much an "overview" of the story. _ Fallon "the Felon" didn't know what to do - The clock was breaking - she was one of only a few. The girl was new to this Blackboard Jungle, But it was as if she was presented to him in a little bundle. They had both noticed it, together they had - They realized that a life together wouldn't be so bad. She had the set of glittered wings that wouldn't let him fall, And he was the force that kept her from against the wall. Yet they believed different - to her they were all created equal, But he saw differences everywhere, everything was so dysfunctional. So different they were that she believed they couldn't survive, But he knew that, if they tried, they could keep themselves alive. Fallon's leader feared a revolt from his most prized operative - So he issued a new creed, something terribly manipulative: It stated that, in terms of passion, only equal beliefs were able, So, from his group they had to hide, holding hands under the table. Yet they couldn't hide forever - Fallon had to reevaluate - His black heart and pointed ways would end their tender fate. And when tragedy struck, when his leader ordered for the end, To his beliefs, his thoughts, and his life, this he would amend: His girl was the one who would fill the deep, empty crack - Never again would he serve under the red, white, and black. 2. Chapter 2 I Pledge Allegiance To The Red, White, And BlackA _Class of 1984_ fan-fic Summary: Lincoln High was ruled by one and one alone: Peter Stegman. He ruled everything . . . the halls, the drugs, the hookers, and his crew. Elinor Rudabette was new to Lincoln and its practices . . . She was used to a democracy - not a dictatorship. Extra: Takes place at the beginning of the movie . . . ish. Main Characters: Fallon and OC Rating: Teen (Language) Genre: Romance/Action/Drama Theme Song: "Miserable At Best" - Mayday Parade _CHAPTER ONE: _ I spun open my dented and chipping locker, forcing in my cover-less text books. I reconsidered leaving my bag in the locker, instead draping it over my shoulder and holding the pouch in front of me. I didn't trust anyone around here. "Elly!" I heard someone call to my right. "Elly!" I turned to see Diane Forth, a girl my age from my history class. As far as first impressions go, she seemed nice but a little talkative. She was a pretty blonde, but she needed makeup lessons and someone needed to steer the poor girl away from hair chemicals. "Hi," I smiled as she strode up to me. "Is it alright if I call you Elly?" she asked, and didn't wait for an answer before she continued with her speech. "So, like, it's lunch time and I was walking to the lunch room and it struck me! _You're new here_. So, you probably don't know anyone and, like, I like to be the welcoming committee, and you seem nice and my friends agree. So you wanna eat lunch with me and my posse?" It took a moment for me to catch up to her speed. "Yes, thanks," I replied before I really thought about it. I was new here, and I wasn't going to be the new girl who sat at the table by herself. "Okay, so, cool. The lunchroom is that way." She pointed to the right. I turned and started to close my locker. And that's when I saw him. He was holding up some poor chap by his neck against the lockers. He was average height - a couple inches taller than me. He had tawny-brown hair that was slicked back with just the right amount of gel. The guy's face was an attractive oval shape with a dimpled chin. His black t-shirt clung to his well-built frame, and his black jeans were tight - everywhere. He was wearing gray, deteriorating cowboy boots. _Oh lord_, I moaned inwardly, I was a sucker for punks in cowboy boots. His pant leg was cinched to one boot with a red studded wrist band. Suddenly, he bristled and his head slowly turned, his eyes zeroing in on me. I puckered my lips and gazed fixedly at him. "Who is that?" I asked Diane, keeping my eyes focused. "Hmm?" she said, spinning around to see who I was staring at. She spotted him, analyzed him, and uttered an _ohmygod_ before slamming my locker shut, and pulling me by the arm in the opposite direction. For a moment, I walked backwards, entranced by his gaze. "Don't make eye contact," Diane scolded, forcing me to look forwards. "Who was that?" I asked as she steered me down a hallway. "Max - Maksym Fallon!" she cried. "And you don't want to get mixed up in that." "I don't know," I smiled, conjuring up his cute face. "Trust me," she said, turning to see If anyone had followed us. "People have tried and many, many have ended up in a very bad fate." "What do you mean?" I questioned, by brown knitting together. "Fallon and his group - did you see the blonde guy standing behind him? Red shirt?" I said that I had. "That's Peter Stegman. He's their ring leader - one of those Godfather-meets-Hitler types. They're big drug runners, start fights, run prostitution-rings . . . just, you know, people you don't want to get tied up in. Most who try to make their circle end up _kaput_." "They seriously kill people?" "Last year it was Robert Mahonie via knife and Clarissa Gift via hit and run. Robbie ratted on 'em for selling coke and Clarissa was hooking for them and was keeping some of the money." "God," I muttered, shaking my head. "Once you walk in these doors, there is no God." Diane pointed out. End file.	Class of 1984, Angst, Romance	Fanfiction	null	7,133	14,096.1
null	Class of 3000 1. The Vision I wrote most of this a few months ago and I finished it up recently. It's actually more sad than scary, but it's still scary. Or, at least I think it's scary. Then again, I am a wimp. I got the idea when I read a Final Destination fanfic on here about Teen Titans. Because of this, I dedicate the fanfic to Teen Tyrant, the author of that fanfic. This fic is rated T for gruesome character deaths. C3K © André 3000 THE VISION Li'l D yawned as he looked at the clock. "C'mon, bell! Ring!" "Something wrong, Li'l D?" Sunny asked. "No. I just wanna get home. Cartoons and whatnot." Sunny rolled his eyes and turned his attention toward Philly Phil. "Philly Phil, what are you doin'?" "I'm perfecting my patented 180-Use Cream," Philly Phil explained. He continued to mix the ingredients together. Eddie leaned toward Li'l D. "$180 says it will blow up in his face," he whispered. "I don' have that kind o' money," Li'l D said. "So? I'll make a tab," Eddie said. "Then you can pay me off little by little." "No thanks," Li'l D said. "Besides, I think it will, anyway." As soon as he said it, the cream blew up in Philly Phil's face. He licked some of the cream off. "It's edible. There's use number 13." "You only have 13 uses for your 180-Use Cream?" Eddie asked. "Thus far," Philly Phil responded. Kam sighed. "Only 180 days 'til our birthday. Can you believe it?" Kim nodded. "I can't wait!" "180 days, huh?" Madison asked. "Well, I better find a present for you two, then." "Madison, 180 days is, like, six months," Kim said. "Oh…" Madison said in understanding. "That's a while yet." "No, really?" an annoyed Tamika asked. Finally, the bell rang. "Okay, gang. Have a great weekend," said Sunny as the kids walked out the door. As they walked through the hallway, the fire drill alarm rang. Principal Luna's voice was heard over the loudspeaker. "Attention, students. This is not a drill. Someone messed around in the Boiler Room yesterday, and the entire room is on fire. The rest of the school may be at risk, and that is not fantastic. Please evacuate in a single-file line. Thank you." "That can't be good," Madison said, her usual smile now fading. "Relax, Madison," Philly Phil said. "The Boiler Room is on the other end of the school. We'll be fine." "Who messed with it, anyway?" Li'l D asked. Philly Phil blushed. "Uh…" Suddenly, the hallway was on fire. Tamika growled. "'We'll be fine', my--" At that second, a clock, that was right above Tamika, fell on her head, impaling her. "EEK!" Madison shrieked. "NO!" Eddie yelled as he went back for her. "It's too late, Eddie!" Li'l D yelled, but apparently it was too late for Eddie too, since a gust of fire burned him to a crisp. "Eddie!" Philly Phil cried before a large board fell on him. It caught fire. Madison gasped. The board that landed on Philly Phil was between her and the others. She was trapped. "HELP!" she screamed as she slowly burned to death. "Madison!" Li'l D yelled back. "We gotta keep going, Li'l D," Kam said. "Where's everybody else?" Kim asked, noticing the halls were empty. "I'm guessing either they're dead or they escaped already," Kam replied. Li'l D suddenly had a horrifying thought. "Oh no! Sunny!" "C'mon, Li'l D! Don't stop now!" Kim yelled. "Yeah, he's definitely gone by now!" Kam shouted. Li'l D nodded sadly and ran out of the school with the twins. The firefighters were already there to take care of the fire. "Madison…" Li'l D whispered to himself. "Are you okay, Li'l D?" Kam asked. Li'l D gave him a stern look. "Are you?" "Good point," Kam said, lowering his head. "That was horrible. But at least we're--" At that moment, the entire school blew up. The explosion sent a wooden stake right through Kam's heart. "KAM!" Kim yelled before a second wooden stake decapitated her. "AHHH!" Li'l D shouted, his eyes wide with terror. "I gotta get outta here!" Then he ran into the street and watched in horror as a bus was about to hit him. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Li'l D looked around. He was back in the classroom. Then he heard Kam sigh. "Only 180 days 'til our birthday. Can you believe it?" Li'l D gulped and muttered under his breath: "I can't wait." "I can't wait!" Kim said, nodding. Li'l D shook as he looked over at Madison. "Uh…something about a present," he said to himself. "180 days, huh? Well, I better find a present for--" "AHH!" Li'l D yelled. Everyone was now staring at the young drummer. "Something wrong, Li'l D?" Sunny asked. "We gotta get outta here! Now!" "Uh…the bell's about to…" "Seriously! There's gonna be a fire!" Eddie looked at him awkwardly. "Li'l D, now you're not making any--" He didn't finish. He didn't have to. Li'l D was already out of the room. "Li'l D, come back here!" Sunny yelled as he and the students ran after him. They finally caught up with him outside. "Li'l D, what was that for?" Suddenly, the school was up in flames. Sunny's eyes widened. "Li'l D, what did you do?" "I didn't do nothin'! I swear! I, like, saw it happen…or something. Like a weird déjà vu feeling." "Ha! Get real, li'l man," Tamika scoffed. "There ain't no such thing as déjà--" The school then exploded. Two stakes flew from it. One hit Tamika in the back and the other decapitated her. Everyone's eyes widened and every mouth screamed. And this was only the beginning… 2. What Was That Movie Called Again? Happy Birthday, America! Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light…this next chapter of Final Destination C3K? C3K © André 3000 Final Destination © Whoever made it… sorry, I don't know. WHAT WAS THAT MOVIE CALLED AGAIN? The rest of the gang was at Li'l D's house that night…except for Eddie, who was too traumatized to leave his room, and no matter how much the gang called Eddie, he just wouldn't answer his phone. "Poor Eddie," Kim said, her eyes on the floor. "Li'l D," Sunny started. "About that déjà vu feeling you had…what happened?" "Well…" Li'l D said, hesitantly, "we were trying to escape the fire. Tamika was complaining…as usual…and a clock fell on her. Eddie tried to save her, but he got fried. A burnin' plank fell on Philly Phil, which blocked Madison from the exit, and she burned to death. And I don't know what happened to Sunny." "What about us?" Kim and Kam both said simultaneously. "That wasn't very pretty, neither. Kam got hit in the heart with a stake, and Kim got decapitated, also with a stake, and I got hit by a bus. And…that's it." "Wow…" Philly Phil said in disbelief. "The worse part is the boards that were supposed to kill Kim and Kam killed Tamika," Li'l D added. "What if we really were supposed to be killed, and now we will be…one by one?" "You mean like in those movies?" Philly Phil asked. "What were they called again? Last Resolution…End Revelation…?" "Well, as hard as it is to believe," Kam said, "we better make sure Eddie is alright anyway." Li'l D nodded. "Good idea." Then he looked over to Madison, who was shaking. "You okay, Madison?" Madison looked at him in fear. "L-Li'l D? Am I gonna die?" Li'l D put a hand on her shoulder. "We gonna be okay, okay Madison?" She nodded, still shaking, but forcing a small smile nonetheless. "Okay." "You ain't gonna die on my watch. I promise," Li'l D whispered to reassure her. Madison nodded again, her smile slightly wider. Even if their fates were inevitable, she at least trusted that Li'l D will try to help the gang stay alive as long as they could. Later, the gang was at Eddie's mansion. Sulu answered the door. "Master Edward is in his bedroom," Sulu said. "He's been in their since the…incident…earlier today." They entered the large house. "Well, at least he's got something to sing about when singing the blues," Madison said, trying to lift everyone's spirit-- including her's-- a little. It didn't work. Sunny sighed. "Madison, now's not the time for that." When they found Eddie's room, they gasped. Eddie had a gun up to his own head. "Don't come any closer, friends," Eddie said monotonously (or, at least as monotonously as he could). Li'l D's eyes widened. "EDDIE! DON'T DO IT!" Eddie ignored him and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He tried five more times. "Huh?" "Uh… why would you try to shoot yourself with no bullets?" Kam asked. "Uh… the things loaded," Eddie said, opening the barrel. "All six are duds?" Li'l D asked. "That's impossible!" "It's just like in the sequel," Philly Phil said to himself. "Huh?" Kam asked. "In the sequel of that one movie I told you about before, someone tried to shoot himself, but he couldn't. All six of his bullets were duds. What a co-ink-a-dink!" "Or not," Sunny said with a deadpan tone. "Maybe we really are doomed." "What the heck is goin' on here?" Eddie asked. "We believe that Tamika's accident was no accident," Philly Phil stated. "And we think you might be next on Death's list," Li'l D finished. Eddie shook his head. "Come on, now! You expect me to believe that?" "But, Eddie…" Kam said, "the planks that killed Tamika were supposed to kill Kim and me!" "Well why didn't they?" Kim and Kam hung their heads low, obviously offended by Eddie's remark. Li'l D growled. "Then it's settled. If you wanna be so stubborn about it, why don't you just go ahead and DROP DEAD!" he yelled. "Why should we care?!" "Because I'm next after Eddie?" Philly Phil answered. Li'l D rolled his eyes. "We're leaving, Eddie. And don't come cryin' to us if you lose an eye," he said, walking out of the room with the others behind him. "Or a toe. Or an arm. Or an ear. Or…" Eddie heard Madison say before Sunny shut the door behind them. 3. Smiley Rounds In the spirit of Independent's Day (and because this story is five chapters long and I want to finish it on Friday), I'll give you chapter three right away because I am that nice. Besides, I think this chapter and the previous chapter seem to go well together. Oh, and for those of you who want a little more Li'l DxMadison, trust me…there's more coming. Unfortunately, it's pretty subtle until chapter four. C3K © André 3000 Final Destination © Whoever made it SMILEY ROUNDS The gang was now at Philly Phil's house. "Here," Philly Phil said, holding a bowl. "I figured after all this stuff that's going on, I'd bake something for you guys." Just then, the bowl was on fire. Sunny took a fire extinguisher and sprayed the fire out. "I figured that would happen, so I baked something, too," Sunny said, holding a plate of Smiley Rounds. "I know this probably ain't the best time to serve this, but these are delicious…" Madison took a bunch of them and squirted ketchup all over them. "These go great with ketchup! Mmm…" Li'l D looked down at Madison's plate. The Smiley Rounds covered in ketchup looked like a bunch of smiling faces bleeding to death. Then, when Madison took a bite out of the top of one, he went pale. "Uh…I'm not hungry…" "Me neither," Kam said, but not for the same reasons. "Let's see what's on TV." He put it on and started flipping through channels: "_I'm ready!" _PFFT _"And a clothesline by Cena!" _PFFT _"Hey, Sunny! Can we take--" _PFFT _"…1959 Lawrence--" _PFFT _"Teletub…"_ "Wait! Go back!" Li'l D told Kam. PFFT "…_body of Edward Lawrence the Third was found dead after he was climbing out of his bedroom window. He lost his grip and fell five stories, according to eye-witnesses. Police say he may have been sneaking out because either he was grounded or because he wanted to see a friend of his-- who died earlier today-- one last time. I tell you, it's one very drastic day for Atlanta, Tom."_ Kam turned the TV off. "Oh, man…" "I told him to drop dead…" Li'l D whispered to no one in particular. "I didn't mean it literally, but I said it…" Kam put a hand on Li'l D's shoulder. "It's not your fault, Li'l D." "Yes it is, Shorty," Li'l D sighed. "If I wouldn't have saved you guys, at least we would've all died together, you know? We would be together to the very end, like friendships are supposed to be. And we wouldn't have to worry about looking behind us every few steps we take or worry about getting run over by cars everywhere we go. But now, we're downright scared silly! I can't recall any other time I've been freaked out by Smiley Rounds! …Shorty…I never wanted to die this young…" "None of us want to die, Li'l D," Kim said, "but if all this is true and not just a coincidence, we'll just have to accept death." "Kim's right," Sunny said. "If we're as good as dead, we gotta live like there's no tomorrow. And for most of us, there probably won't be." Philly Phil gulped. "I don't wanna die, though!" "Yeah, well neither did Tamika and Eddie," Sunny replied. "Besides, you know more about those movies than anyone," Kim said. "You crazy?!" Philly Phil asked. "I can't even remember the name!" "A'ight, chillax!" Li'l D yelled. "Everyone will be a'ight as long as we stay together!" "Or, the house could fall on us," Madison said. Silence. "That's it! I'm outta here!" Philly Phil yelled as he ran for the door. "But Philly Phil, this is your house!" Sunny yelled, but Philly Phil was already out the door. Not long after he left, they heard a truck's horn blow…then a splat. Kam shuddered. "Please tell me that what I think may have just happened did not just happen…" Sunny looked out the window. He winced. "Oh, it happened, alright." Kam darted to the bathroom. The gang could hear him vomit from outside the door. "So…does that mean I'm next?" Madison asked, shuddering. "Either you or me," Sunny said. "Li'l D never saw me die. I don't even know if I did." "Either way, we're keeping an eye on the both of you," Kim said. Li'l D nodded. "That's right. If Death wants you two, then it'll have to go through us three first!" "Say what?!" Kam yelled from the bathroom. Kim rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to Kam. He's just being a big baby." Kam came out of the bathroom. "I'm not a big baby! I just don't want to die." "We've been over this, Shorty," Li'l D said. "As far as I can tell, the only thing we can do is try to hold on as long as we can." Madison hugged Li'l D from behind. "Thanks for protecting me." Li'l D sighed. Normally, he would've loved being hugged by Madison, but right now there were two things that were really scaring him. One, he couldn't really protect her, because eventually both of them were going to die. Two, if he, Kam, and Kim are protecting her and Sunny, who's protecting them? 4. Walking Home Here comes chapter four, where one important question is finally answered. C3K © André 3000 Final Destination © Whoever came up with it WALKING HOME "Look, guys," Sunny said, "I appreciate that you three are trying to protect us, but I don't think you should protect me." "Why not?" Li'l D asked. "'Cause I've lived long enough. I'm, what, three times your age? It should be me protecting you, not the other way around." Li'l D shook his head. "But you're the coolest teacher ever! We can't just let you die without trying to help." "Li'l D, there are more important things in life than having the 'coolest teacher ever'," the musician said in a stern tone. "I think you should just stick with protecting Madison." As upset as Li'l D was, he knew Sunny was right. Besides, as much as he probably wouldn't admit it, he was indeed much closer to Madison than he was to Sunny. Later that evening, Li'l D was walking Madison home. Kim and Kam had gone home, and Sunny stayed at Philly Phil's house. Sunny didn't now how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to inform Philly Phil's parents about their son's death. Li'l D looked at Madison. "Are you sho' you gonna be okay at home by yourself, Madison?" he asked. Madison shook her head. "I have no idea." She paused for a few seconds. "Li'l D?" "What?" She paused again for a few seconds. "I…I just want you to know something before…you know…" He nodded. "What?" Another pause. "I…uh…I…" Her face became red. "…I think I…like you…" Li'l D was confused. "Girl, you like everything. Ain't no surprise to me." "No…that's…not what I…" Madison stopped in mid-sentence when she noticed Li'l D stopped walking. "What's wrong?" Li'l D pointed to the store across the street. It was Albert's pawn shop, and there was dark smoke coming out of it. Suddenly, the store exploded. "NO!" Li'l D yelled, his eyes in tears. _'He had nothing to do with this…' _he thought painfully. Then he remembered when Madison was eating the Smiley Rounds. "Madison! Get down!" he yelled, pulling her down. An axe flew above them, right where Madison's head would've been. '_A bloody smiling head with a chunk taken out of it,' _Li'l D thought, recalling what the Smiley Rounds Madison ate looked like. "Good thing I realized that in time." "Realized what?" Li'l D looked at her. "You almost ended up like those Smiley Rounds." She tilted her head. "I almost ended up a potato?" "Mo' like mashed potato," Li'l D explained. He remembered something Philly Phil had said about the movie on the way to his house. It was something about how Death skips a saved person and keeps going down the list, but comes back later. "So…now…that means Sunny's next…unless he didn't die." "Or he's already dead," Madison added. "Nah, I'd have a deep pit in my stomach if he died, I'm sho'," Li'l D said. "Still, I'm glad that you're a'ight. Wish I could say the same for Eddie and Philly Phil." "And Tamika?" "…Like I said: 'Wish I could say the same for Eddie and Philly Phil.'" "So…what do you think will happen to Sunny, Kim, and Kam?" "I dunno…" he said. Suddenly, images started flashing in his eyes. They were of Sunny. He saw that Sunny was at his desk when the fire started, and Sunny managed to escape out the back door. Li'l D opened his eyes. "Sunny was never meant to die!" Madison looked confused. "What?" "Sunny ran outside during the fire! I just saw it!" "Then that means…Kam's next?" "Bingo," Li'l D said gloomily, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Madison, go on home. I think you'll be okay for a while. I gotta check on the twins." Madison nodded and ran home. Meanwhile, Kim and Kam were at their house. "I wonder if Madison made it home okay," Kim pondered. "I hope so," Kam replied. "I'd hate to die tonight, of all nights. Tomorrow's the Papayas Pageant, and we're down three pals already." "That we know of," Kim added. "For all we know, both Madison AND Sunny could be dead by now." Kam shuddered at the thought. "Why'd this have to happen to us?" "It's probably all Philly Phil's fault," Kim groaned. "He's always messing with parts from the school." "Like the fire alarm that one time?" "Exactly!" Kim said. "I always knew that kid would be the death of me…" Meanwhile, in their kitchen, an electrical outlet created a spark… 5. In Loving Memory Without further ado, here is the last (and saddest, in my opinion) chapter of Final Destination C3K. And if you really need to know who made C3K at this point, what have you been reading this whole time? IN LOVING MEMORY At this point, Madison was starting to get very paranoid. "Relax, M-Madison," she told herself. "You're gonna be fine. M-Maybe this is all…just a dream! Yeah! An extremely long one, but soon it'll all be over, and you'll be waking up in your soft, safe, comfortable bed…" It wasn't working. Finally, she was home…which only made things worse. Madison was so paranoid that even seeing a butter knife made her queasy. Slowly, she tip-toed to her room, making sure that every light bulb cover wasn't going to fall on her head. (A/N: That almost happened to me once) When she finally made it to her bed, she grabbed her cell phone to call Li'l D. She didn't dial the number, though. She called so many people this week and didn't want to end up roaming. "Why do I have to be so talkative? If I call Li'l D on my cell, my minutes will soon…be…up…" After realizing what she just said, she started panicking even more. "Relax, Madison…" she kept saying over and over. Suddenly, her cell phone started ringing. Though frightened and secretly hoping it wasn't someone creepily saying "I'm in your house", Madison answered it. "H-hello?" "Madison? You okay?" Madison sighed in relief. "Yeah, Li'l D. I'm okay…for now, at least." "Okay. Listen, I n-need to…to tell you…something very important, okay?" "Uh…okay…sure." "Kam--" "Li'l D? You there?" -X- "Dang it all!" Li'l D yelled when he realized Madison didn't reply back. "The call must've been dropped!" He hyperventilated as he turned to the burning house in front of him. The house was almost ash by now. There was no way Kim and Kam survived. He was next. -X- Madison ran out of her house. "I'm just as safe out here in the streets of Atlanta than in my own home…and that's sayin' something!" She ran in the direction of Kim and Kam's house, hoping to find Li'l D. That's when she saw the fire. She fell to her knees. "No…" Her eyes started tearing up. She remembered that Li'l D was going to check on them. Did all three of them die? "Madison?" The blonde looked around and spotted him. "Li'l D?" She got up and ran to him, hugging him. "I'm so glad you're okay!" they both cried simultaneously. "Are Kim and Kam…" Madison pondered. "I think so." "Aw…and only 180 days 'til their birthday, t--" She was cut off by a kiss. Startled, she slowly broke away. Li'l D gave her a small smile. "I love you, Madison. I just wanted you to know that before I die." Madison's lower lip quivered and she hugged him tighter. "Oh! I love you too, Li'l D!" she cried, her eyes filled with tears. "Why'd this have to happen to us?" "I don't know, Madison. I don't know. But as long as I'm alive, I'll make sure nothin' happens to you." Madison returned the kiss, this one much longer than the first. When they broke away, she let go of him. "Thanks, Li'l D." "No prob," the drummer grinned. As if on cue, a car driven by a drunk driver rammed Li'l D into a street light. "NO!" Madison screamed. "LI'L D!" Her tears were practically flying off her face. For the past seven hours, Madison had witnessed the deaths of each and every one of her friends, including the love of her life. Happy-and-giddy Madison wasn't so happy-and-giddy anymore. She welcomed death in open arms, and death welcomed her, too, when the street light that Li'l D was rammed into fell on her. -X- After the deaths of his students, Sunny quit teaching and returned to music, dedicating each and every one of his new songs to the kids he came to know as his "family". Using his riches, he had statues built of the kids in memory of them, and the statues now stand in front of the new Westley School for Performing Arts, which was rebuilt thanks to donations by Edward Lawrence the Second. All of the statues (even Kim's and Kam's) were separate…except for one, which had a boy in a sailor hat and a girl in a floral dress holding hands. End file.	Class of 3000, Suspense, Tragedy	Fanfiction	null	23,000	17,217.8
null	Class of 3000 Locked Closet A.n: well I just had to write this for some reason! For some reason I thought class of 3000 was so stupid but then I watched it & for some reason now im a HUGE lil D & Madison fan!!! Ok well in this story they all are 17 and even thought they are in advancing music classes, Sunny still teaches them. Sorry if I get any personalities wrong!!! // Locked Closet\ It was Snowy Friday as Westley High School of Performing Arts was getting ready to ring the bell for everyone to go home. Inside a class room sat a group of students. In the back was a group of friends, Lil D, Madison, Kim, Kam, Tamika, Philly Phil, and Eddie. "Man I can't wait till Casey's big party tomorrow! I heard she got a professional DJ and catering!" Lil D said spinning his drum sticks in both hands while talking. He had on Dark baggy jeans and a red hoodie with its white logo "Echo", his white sailors hat still on. Over the years all the kids have changed into teens. Lil D had more of a bad boy look to himself now but was always good at heart and was still the amazing drummer also he was now the tallest one next to Philly Phil. Everyone else had changed to but only physically, but they all were still the same. "Yeah she invited everyone!" Eddie said while leaning on the desk Tamika sat on. Madison smiled as always as she stayed quiet. She didn't want to tell anybody that everyone was invited but Casey didn't like her so she thought best to say she wasn't going. Today Madison had on hip hugger blue jeans, and a purple tank top with a white belt, and white sneakers. Her hair had grown a little longer as she let it hang down. She was still the happy girl in the group. "Yeah when I found out I went straight to the mall and bought like 3 different outfits. I still cant decide between them!" Kim said excited. "I hear you girl! Im gonna get my party on tomorrow!" Tamika laughed. "How are you getting to the party?" Kam asked everyone. "My limo of course" Eddie said smiling. "Im taking my new jet moped I fixed up!" Philly Phil said smiling at his mentioning of his work. "Takin a limo with Blondie! But it's only cuz I ain't got ma own ride" Tamika said with a frown. "Well were driving our dad's car" Kim said. "Im drivin ma new ride!" Lil D said smirking at the mention of his own new ride he won in a drumming contest a few months ago. Everyone then looked to Madison waiting for her answer. "Well um… I-" Before Madison could say any more the bell rang and she thought it was the meaning of 'saved by the bell'. Everyone seemed to forget about her answer and ran out the door except for Lil D who was still waiting. "Well?" He asked. "Um… I'm not sure yet" Madison said looking down a little. In all truth Lil D has had a crush on the violin, happy girl for a few years now. He was not sure if it turned to love or was still just a crush but he knew he was going to roll with it until he knew for sure. "Oh. That's ok." Lil D jumped off the desk he was sitting on and put his drum sticks in his deep pockets and smiled at her. Madison smiled back as she watched Lil D walk to the door. "You know I can give you a ride" Lil D said half way looking at the floor and then looking down to her since she was shorter than him now. Madison looked very grateful to him as she smiled softly. "That would be great. But-" Madison didn't have time to finish when Sunny walked in and nodded to them to say hey. "Great! I will pick you up at 8!" Lil D said smiling as he walked to the door and walked out. "But!" Madison never finished because he was already gone. She would have gone after him except she had to get her violin and stuff. Walking over to her desk Sunny walked with a brief case and smiled to her. "See you Monday Madison" He said and walked out. Madison nodded and waved as she turned back to her desk. Suddenly 2 shadows approached her. She turned around to see Casey and her right hand girl Tasha. Both had their hands on their hips as both the red head and blond smirked. "Hey Madison! Excited about my party?" Casey said. "Oh im sure it will be great but-" Madison tried to finish but Casey interrupted. "You bet it will be great! But Lil D won't be taking you! He has better plans! I heard you seducing him for a ride! Pfft" Casey laughed. "Wait I was not seducing him! He offered me a ride!" Madison defended herself! "Yeah right! Anyways. I just wanted to say I never really got to invite you! But I realize now it was wrong and I should invite you. So IF you can make it you can come." Casey said smiling sweetly. "R-really?" Madison said shocked. "Yeah! I mean come on. Inviting everyone except some girl is childish. But I invite you and say if you can come then by all means come." Casey said. "Wow Casey. That's sweet of you." Madison smiled. "Yeah I know. So your packing up your violin?" Casey said pointing to her violin case. "Yes I am… But I cant find my violin. I thought I left it on my desk." Madison said looking around. "Oh I saw a violin in the supply closet when I went to get a pencil. Maybe it's yours" Tasha said smiling. "Thank you!" Madison turned to the supply closet in the back of the room and opened it to see her Violin sitting on the floor in the back. "There it is!" Madison was about to walk in when she felt hands push her from behind into the closet and the door slam shut as she was engulfed in darkness. Jumping up she ran to the door and pounded on it and tried to open it. On the other side was laughing. "Hey! Open up! Stop it! This isn't funny!" Madison screamed. "AHAHA oh yes it is! But as I said! IF you're able to come to my party then come! But it looks like your busy! Ahahah! Don't worry about Lil D! I will be sure to entertain him!" Casey laughed. "But what about me!" Madison still jerked at the door handle. "Im sure the janitors will come by and let you out. If not, im sure some kids will let you out on Monday." Tasha laughed along with Casey as both began to walk to the door. "No stop! Please! Let me out!" Madison felt tears come to her eyes as she pounded on the door. The laughing and voices soon faded and all that was left was silence. Madison quickly fumbled around for the light switch and found it as she turned it on. The supply closet was pretty big but small due to the shelf's and boxes all around. She had a few good feet of walking but very short as she stayed by the door. Madison began pounding again hoping for somebody to hear her as she slid to the ground and curled up. A few hours later the sun began to set and Madison knew this because the small crack under the door that had a little light come threw from the many windows but was no more as the light outside faded. Since the school was closed now the warm air heater was turned off and she could feel the cold now. Her jacket was at home on her bed. She was late this morning so she forgot to grab it. But the school was warm from the heater but now that it was off she wished she had it. "I wish someone would come and save me" Madison whispered as she pictured Lil D coming to save her like her knight and shining armor or something. Madison's eyes closed shut as she laid on the floor and wrapped her arms around herself from the cold and fell asleep. Lil D was at his house playing his drum's like always. He couldn't wait for tomorrow because not for the party but to be able to take Madison. But for some reason he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head that said to call her but he blew it off saying it was to late. Looking at his clock it read 11:13 pm as it blinked. "Better get to bed" Lil D got up from his drums and just threw off his shirt as he got into his bed and fell asleep. Back at the school Madison woke up and looked at the watch on her wrist as it read 1:23 AM. She sighed and laid back down trying to warm herself up by rubbing her hands on her arms but a scratching noise made her jump. Outside the closet was a tree branch scratching on the window and the wind howling. Madison began to shake a little as she went to the back of the closet and picked up her Violin. With a deep breath she began to play a soft melody to try and sooth her fears and forget the cold. The music was blocking out the sounds sort of but she was concentrating on a person and she kind of relaxed. While Lil D slept he dreamed of soft violin music which is sometimes normal but this time it sounded sad as if the person playing it was scared. Madison played until she felt herself be put to sleep by her music. The next day Lil D got up and ran for his large breakfast with pancakes, orange juice, bacon, and cereal. (( A growing drummer needs his nutrition)) Then he went and did some warm up exercises since he wants to be an in shape drummer. Thinking about tonight he was daydreaming of what could happen. Picking Madison up, dancing with Madison, kissing Madison. Lil D blushed to himself as she shook his head and continued his pull-up's. Lil D's body also helped the bad boy look he was going for because he had the muscular arms but not a lot and the perfect six pack abs that would make any girl stop and stair. So after that he jumped in the shower and threw on some baggy black jeans, white muscle shirt and a black unbuttoned jacket with his hat and white sneakers. 'Maybe I should call her and see if she still riding with me.' Lil D thought looking at his cell. Pressing her number on his list he waited as it rang. A shivering Madison woke to the sound of a drum beat playing and gasped. "That's Lil D's cell phone ring I gave him!" Madison ran to the door and put her ear to it to hear her cell phone on her desk ring in her backpack. "Noooo!!!" Madison jerked at the door handle as the ring tone went on. Lil D waited but she never picked up until it went to voice mail. "Hay Madison. It's lil D. Just gimme a call to let me know about tonight to check if im still picking you up. Okay Peace" Lil D hung up. Madison once again slump to the ground in defeat as the cold made her shake a little. Outside the class room was an old man in a janitors uniform as he put on head phones and got out a floor waxier. Turning on both him music and the machine he began to wax the whole hall way. Madison heard the machine and pounded on the door screaming. "Help! Im trapped in the supply closet! Help!" Madison hit the door hard. Time went on and she continued to hit the door and she was sure she had bruises on her hands. Her pounding became less hard as she grew tired and her hands hurt with ever hit. Suddenly the light at the top of the closet flickered and went out causing her to be in darkness. She screamed and flipped the switch praying for it to turn on but it didn't. Going back to pounding on the door, she yelling for help. The janitor finally finished all the hallways and put his machine in the outside closet and left still listening to him music. Madison slowly stopped her pounding and held her hands to herself as she walked over to the corner and slid down as she curled up and just sat their in the cold darkness. Lil D noticed it was almost time to go pick up Madison in 2 hours. He never got a call back from her and it worried him because he called 2 times and she always picked up her phone. Finally he got his cell and called her house phone. After a few rings a woman picked up. "Hello?" She asked kindly. "Hey is Madison their?" Lil D asked. "Oh im sorry she spent the night at Kim and Kam's house." She said sweetly. "Really?" Lil d asked shocked. "Well thankx Bye" Lil D said and hung up. Dialing Kam and Kim's number he waited until he heard a guy answer. "Hello?" Kam asked but in the back ground he could head Kim screaming over clothes or something. "Hay Kam! It's Lil D. Can I talk to Madison?" Lil D asked while laying on his bed on his back and looking at the ceiling. "Why would you ask me that? Call her yourself." Kam said confused. "Buuut didn't Madison spend the night at your place?" Lil D raised an eyebrow. "Why in hell would she be staying here?" Kam said as if Lil D were crazy. "What? But her mom said she was…Ask Kim." Lil D sat up. "Oh alright." Kam called for Kim and told her about what's going on and she got on the phone. "I don't have time for this! I need to pick out my perfect outfit! I bet if her mom is as ditsy as Madison then she got the names mixed up or something. Now don't call again! IM BUISY!" Kim threw the phone to Kam. "Hay man sorry bout the yelling. But yeah her mom probably got it mixed up. So don't worry about it." Kam said and hung up. Lil D was shocked. How could he not worry! Madison's mom didn't even know where she was! Picking up the phone he called Sunny. Soon the phone picked up and a voice was on the other line as Sunny. "Hey Um Lil D this isn't the best time." Sunny said as he looked over to the dance teacher Lopez and smiled at the dinner table at their fancy diner for their date. "I know but I just wanted to know when you last saw Madison." Lil D asked hopefully. "Hmm last time was when I left the class room first and she was the only one left. Why is something wrong?" Sunny asked worried. "Oh no! Madison's mom forgot who's house she was spending the night at and I was wondering if you saw her leave with anybody." Lil D didn't want to ruin Sunny and Lopez's date as he hung up and grabbed his keys. 'Might as well start where she was last seen. Maybe I can find out where she is.' Lil D thought as he started his blue Saturn car and drove to the school. Madison's eyes drooped as she laid to the cold floor and curled up into a ball from the cold and fell asleep. Lil D called her cell again and again but it never was answered. Speeding up and got to the school and parked his car which slid a little as he swerved into a parking space from the snow and ran to the doors. Sunny once told him the principle kept a spear key under the 3rd rock next to the door. Picking up the rock which had snow covering it he saw the key and ran in. As he ran he had no idea the floor was waxed as he slid across the floor and crashed into the wall. "Damn Janitor." Lil D mumbled as he slowly got up and walked down the hall. "Wow it's cold in here" Lil D tightened his jacket around him. Taking his cell phone he called her again. As he waited he heard a drum solo but it was very faint. "That's the ring tone Madison put for me!" Lil D remembered when she first got her new cell phone she recorded one of his drum solos and used it as his ring tone when ever he call's. Starting to run again he stopped at their class room door but slid a little and fell. Jumping up he got to the door and threw it open. Looking around he saw Madison's desk. Right in her seat was her backpack and cell phone and her violin case. "Madison?" Lil D whispered. He hung up his cell and the room got quiet. He was so confused now. Where was Madison and why did she leave all her stuff? Suddenly he heard a moan come from the supply closet but it was very faint. Walking to the supply closet he saw it was locked and unlocked it. Slowly he opened it up to see darkness but with the light from the room fill the dark closet he could see a figure on the other side laying on the floor in a ball. At first glance he couldn't recognize the person but the blond hair gave it away. "Madison!" Lil D screamed as he fell to her side and picked her in his arms. She was so cold as he held her close to him. Pure terror went threw him when he saw her eyes closed but then she moaned and cracked them open. "L-lil D?" She asked and looked into his eyes. "Oh god Madison" Lil D pulled her to his chest and held the back of her head and the other around her waist. "You found me" Madison smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I did! What were you doing in the supply closet! I was so worried!" He pulled her slightly away. Madison told him all of what Casey and Tasha said an did to her. Lil D picked her up bridal stile while she was telling him and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the closet. "And then you came and here I am" Madison said. "Those two spoiled-" Lil D growled as he saw Madison wrap her bruised hands around her arms. Lil D sighed as he smiled to her and took his jacket off and give it to her. Madison gave him a thankful look as she put her arms threw the sleeves and welcomed the warmth. "Thanks D" She said giving him a smile. "N-no problem" Lil D said. Madison grabbed her backpack and put her violin in the case and Lil D walked with her out of the class room. "Watch out the floor in the hall is-" Lil D was about to say when Madison slipped but he caught her and then he himself fell with her on top of him. Madison giggled and Lil D laughed as both laid their and look into each others eyes. Finally snapping out of it Lil D picked her up and himself up as if it was nothing and tried to balance them both. He had his arms around her waist and he blushed and was going to let go but she wrapped her arms around his neck and both seemed to just stay their. Both leaned in to each other as if by a force was pulling them together. "Hey what are you kids doing here?!" Shouted a voice as both quickly pulled apart blushing. It was the janitor as he stomps over to them and is right in front of them. "I will only ask once more. What are you doing in MY hall ways!?" He yelled with a angry face. "Hey man calm down!" Lil D glared at him as Madison quickly stepped forward. "Um- I-I was locked in a supply closet over night and he came and got me out." Madison said smiling nervously at the man. "Well you would have to be pretty stupid to lock yourself in a supply closet over night. What were you looking for Blondie? Your common sense? If you haven't noticed this is a school for gifted people with talents! Not a place for ditzy girls looking for a brain!" The Janitor smirked. "Bull shit! She said she was locked in! Which means somebody locked her in their! Man you better step down and recognize! She's one of the best violin players at this school! Maybe if you spent a little more time doing something with your life you wouldn't be cleaning up after kids that make you feel insignificant!" Lil D finished with a growl and a smirk. The janitor huffed and turned around as he walked back where he came. Lil D turned back to face Madison "Punk! Tryin to talk that way! He ain't got no right to-" Lil D was cut off when Madison threw herself into him with her arms around his neck. Shocked but happy to have her near he held her back. "Thanks for sticking up for me D" Madison said. "Come on grl! You know I always got yo back! Nobody messes with you without messing with the D man." Lil D said as both laughed and began to walk to the car. Finally in the car both buckled up and Madison snuggled into the seat. "Hungry?" Lil D asked. Madison then realized how hungry she was and nodded her head as Lil D smiled and started the car. He pulled out and drove to a diner and parked as both got out. Walking in it was almost deserted and went to a booth in the back. It was around dinner time as both ordered a burger and fries. "So D how did you find me?" Madison asked looking up at Lil D. He told her about how he called her cell and no answer and how he called her mom and what she told him and the conversation with Kim and Kam. "But who called my mom and told her I wasn't coming home?" Madison asked confused. "I bet it was those sluts Casey and Tasha!" Lil D said slouching in his seat and put his arm around the back of the booth which was where Madison sat next to him and leaned back into the booth as well. "Thank you so much D for saving me" Madison said looking up at him. "You already thanked me. It's nothing." Lil D said giving a sincere look. "No it's not nothing. I-I was hoping you would come. It was kind of scary in that closet." Madison whispered the last part. "Don't worry Madison.. I wont let anything happen to you." Lil D said looking down to her and she looked up to him as both smiled and leaned in. Right before their lips touched a clanging noise was heard as both jumped back to see the waiter smiling and dropped the tray on the table. "Sorry to interrupt you cute couple but wouldn't want your food to get cold." She winked and giggled as he walked off. Lil D and Madison blushed as they went to eating. "Hey D don't you wanna go to that party with everyone else" Madison said looking down at her food. "Hell no! not after what that bitch did to you! Also she's been chasin after me since the beginning of the year! I'm not interested in her" Lil D said rolling his eyes. "Why?" Madison asked curiously. "B-because. I kind of have my eyes on somebody else." He said. "Ohhh can I have a name?" Madison covered up her disappointment with excitement. "Hmm nope" He said taking a bite of his fry. "Well can we play 50 questions and I ask questions to guess who she is?" Madison asked smiling sweetly. "Hmmmm ok. You may ask away." Lil D leaned back with a smirk as both ate. "Ok… Is she pretty?" "Oh yes. She makes the whole room light up when she walks in." "Hmm… is she tall?" "Not really tall…" "Is she shorter than you?" "Yes" "Does she go to out school?" "Yes" "Do I know her?" "Umm I guess… yeah" They went on and after eating Lil D paid and both walked outside. Lil D leaned on his car as Madison kept asking questions. "Is she a brunet?" "Nope" "Red head?" "Noooo" "Black hair?" "No" "Blond?" "Yup" "Hmmm does she act?" "Not at our school" "Plays an instrument?" "Like an angel" Madison was thinking of all the evidence she had so far. A blond 17 year old girl that goes to our school, is shorter than him, plays an instrument, is not that rich, white, is very cute, hates violence, and blue eyes. (( their were more questions)) "Do you love her?" Madison asked stepping in front of him. "…very much…" He whispered as he smirked to her. "Is she in our class?" She wondered. "Yesssss" He whispered again and kind of leaned off the car looking down at her. Then it clicked in her head. '_ME?!'_ she thought with wide eyes. Lil D saw her eyes get wide and knew she figured it out. "I-is it… me?" She asked shakily He chuckled as he leaned down to her and whispered, "Bingo" And then kissed her. Madison was shocked but kissed back as she wrapper her arms around his neck. The cold around both of then never even affected them when they had each other in their arms. Lil D had his arm around her waist and the other behind her neck to hold her in the kiss. Soon they pulled apart but he never let go of her as he leaned on the car with her leaning on him. "Sooo you like me?" Madison asked hopefully but shy. "No…" Lil D lifted her face up to his and smirked. "I love you" Madison smiled and kept the stair in eyes. "I love you to D" She whispered. Both kissed again but more passionately as they forgot the world around them. Soon they broke apart and hugged each other tighter from the cold. Lil D had an idea as he whispered. "Let's go to the party" "What?! But those girls and-" She was cut off when he trailed kisses down her neck. "Let's show em they can't take you away from me. Besides… They did say if you can come then you cannnn." Lil D said still kissing her neck. "Well… Alright…" Madison said smiling at him. "Then it's settled" He quickly kissed her and let go as he opened her side of the car door. She got in and he went around and got in his side as he drove out of the parking lot to Casey's party. When they got there it was a large 2 story house with tons of cars parked in the lawn and street. Lil D got a spot and they got out and began to walk to the door. A lot of kids were out on the house sitting on cars drinking or just chilling, and you could still hear the loud pulsating beat of music inside. Madison felt very nervous but Lil D put his arm around her waist and they walked threw the door to see a huge load of kids dancing in the center of the house as a DJ was at the back of the house with strobe lights and scratching beats. If people weren't dancing they were in groups talking with friends or flirting with people. Suddenly they faintly heard someone calling them. "Yo D! Madison!" They looked over to see Kam and Eddie walking threw the crowd to them. Lil D tightened his grip on Madison as he smirked to them. "Hey guys!" He said in an easy, laid back sort of way. "Where have you both been?" Kam asked "We had some things to take care of." Lil D said smirking. "Where is everyone else?" Madison asked looking around. "Kim is on the floor dancing with Tamika and both are… very strange dancers but whatever" Kam said with a curious voice. "And Eddie is getting Tamika some punch… again..." Philly Phil said. Suddenly the strobe lights slowed down as the DJ came over the mic. "Ok ya'll this next song is for all the couples out there. So get ready." He said as he turned on the song "Where Did You Go" by Fort Minor. "Madison?" Lil D looked down at her as she looked up to him and he raised an eyebrow and she nodded and both walked to the dance floor. Kam and Philly Phil looked confused as they looked to each other and shrugged. When they got to the center of the floor everything had slowed down as couples slowly danced together and others went off the dance floor to rest. Lil D wrapped his arms around Madison's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and they swayed to the music. She laid her head on his chest as they danced. Suddenly they heard a squeal scream but they knew it was Casey. Lil D looked up a little to see Casey and Tasha pushing people out of the way as they walked down the stairs staring at them. Quickly Lil D put one of his hands behind Madison's head and brought her face to his as he kissed her passionately. Casey and Tasha froze in the middle of the stairs as did a few people around them and also their friends. "Lil D?... And Madison?! Who saw that coming?" Kim whispered to Tamika. "Daaannngg not me." She smirked. Casey snapped out of her shock and quickly ran down the rest of the steps. Finally she broke threw the crowd and Lil D and Madison were still kissing. "Ehem!" She cleared her thought as Lil D growled a little as he broke away from Madison. "What?" He snapped. "Um Hey D. I was wondering when you would get to my party. Sooo how bout you and me ditch the closet dork and go by the pool to 'talk'?" She said seductively. "How about no? I'd rather stay with Madison." He said turning his head away from the 2 girls and looked to Madison. "Why?" Casey raised an eye brown and put her hands on her hips. "Cuz I want to stay with my woman! Got a problem? Deal wit it" Lil D took Madison's hand and lead her away from a annoyed looking Casey. Lil D and Madison meet up with everyone from class as they all headed over and sat outside by the pool so they could hear themselves talk. Outside it was kind of quiet but you could still hear the beat of the music inside. "So ya'll together now?" Philly Phil asked tilting his head. "Yup" Lil D smirked. "How? When? Why?" Kim asked smiling in excitement. "We just did… and a few hours ago… And because I love her" Lil D said answering all her questions. Madison blushed and nodded. Lil D and Madison told them about how Casey and Tasha locked her in the supply closet and how Lil D saved her. "Oh those skanks!" Tamika said with a pissed off look as usual. "Hey Madison can you come with me to get a drink?" Kim asked in an innocent tone. "Um. Sure Kim" Madison smiled ad she got up. Lil D was about to follow when Kim held up a hand. "Sorry D but girls only." Kim said. "What? Why?" Lil D asked confused. "Cuz I have to talk to Madison and you get to talk with the guys. Jeez don't you know what girl or boy talk is? Come on Madison!" Kim giggled as she pulled Madison and Tamika in the house leaving the boys. "Sooo… what do we talk about?" Lil D turned to them and asked as they all shrugged. "I ate exactly 35 cent in change… Wanna talk about that?" Kam asked. "Dawg... Nobody wants to hear bout that…" Lil D raised an eyebrow as he put his hands in his pockets. While the guys were discussing over what to talk about, inside the girls were in the kitchen not getting punch but talking. "So you and D are an item now Hmmm?" Kim giggled as she nudged Madison. "Girl you got one of the finest boys in this damn school! Hold on to dat!" Tamika said smirking. Madison blushed as she nodded. "Yeah I will. I just can't believe were together. It's like a dream come true." Madison said in a dreamy voice. "More like a nightmare." Casey walked in wither wanna be friends behind her. "Girl don't make me start something up in here!" Tamika stepped forward with fist's clenched. "Don't you ever fight your own battles Madison? It's always someone else fighting for you. Pathetic!" Casey giggled. "Oh no she-" Tamika was cut off by Kim. "What are you talking about? Madison could so kick you ass!" Kim crossed her arms. Casey burst out laughing which the other girls around her did as well. "Oh that was riiich! Her kick my ass? Please!" Casey said walking past Tamika and Kim to Madison. "Lil D is just pitying you. He feels sorry for you! Soon he will come to his senses and dump you dumb ass and take m-" Casey never got to finish because a fist was slammed into her face as she fell back. Blood came from her nose as she shook her head and looked up to see a pissed Madison. It was silent until somebody spoke up. "Ohhhh That's my girl!!!" Tamika yelled. Kim laughed but suddenly Tasha lunged out and Tamika got her and tossed her across the kitchen. "You want some bitch? Bring it!" Tamika looked excited as she smirked. Another girl from Casey's group came and slapped Kim. "What!" Kim tackled her and started pulling her hair. Suddenly from no where somebody screamed, "FIGHT!" Then another group across the room got into a fight and then a fight all over the house broke out as people were punching, kicking, slapping, hair pulling, throwing and lot' more. Outside the guys heard screaming going on inside and saw fights break out. "Madison!" Lil D ran and so did all the guys as they ran into the house. The second they entered they were all then thrown in a fight. Lil D swung and punched anybody who wanted to fight him as he screamed Madison's name. Kam yelled for his sister as Eddie and Philly Phil called for both Tamika and Kim and Madison. The 3 boys avoided the fight but got a few punches but managed to dodge a lot. Lil D unlike his other guy friends he fought his way threw and got to the center of the fighting to see Madison and Kim back to back against the wall looking for a way to get out. Tamika was fighting and laughing as he slapped and punched girl's and guy's. "Madison!" Lil D shouted again. "D! Over here!" Kim and Madison smiled to him as he punched out a guy and walked over to them. "Are you ok?" Lil D asked both of them. "Are we OK?! D! Yeah were fine." Kim said smiling. "Both of you follow me." Lil D turned and started pushing and punching again as they made their way threw but got stuck as D got into a fight with this big guy. Kim and Madison then turned to see a bigger guy raising his fist as both grabbed into each other in fear. Suddenly he stopped as he fell unconscious and behind him stood Kam with a broken chair. "Wow. It actually worked! I saw that on TV!" Kam said excited for knocking out a guy twice his size but with a chair. "Bro you rock!" Kim said smiling. "You just now figured that out?" Kam smirked. Lil D was still fighting with that big guy as the 3 watched when suddenly another guy came and Kim and Kam took him on as a double team. Madison was stick and looked around with a worried look when she saw Casey. "You and me! You caught me off guard last time! Not anymore! Come on!" Casey held up her fists. Madison shakily held up her hands but then remembered this girl locked her in a supply closet, is trying to steal Lil D from her, and insulted her! Madison got an angry look on her face as she glared and clenched her teeth. Casey ran to her and Madison moved but it was hard because they were surrounded by other fighting people and both got a few kicks and punches into each other as they fell to the ground and the bottom part of Madison's jeans from above her knee a little was ripped off. With another punch Casey pushed Madison off her and with a glair she ran away threw the crowd as she gave up. Madison stood breaking hard as she had bruises under the jacket Lil D gave her but her tank top strap was broken and her jean bottoms ripped off and her hair all messy. Looking over to Lil D she just saw him punch out the guy and was breaking hard as well as he had blood from his mouth. "D!" Madison began to push her way to him as he stumbled over to her. Suddenly sirens were heard which meant the cops had come finally. People stopped fighting as they all began to rush to the doors. Lil D tried to grab Madison's hand but both were swept out of the door. Quickly stumbling Lil D got to his car and before he could turn around to look for Madison he was pushed into the drivers seat by Tamika, Eddie and Philly Phil. "But Madison!" He tried to say. "She made it out! NOW GO!" Tamika said. Not sure what to do he speed out of the snowy lawn Lil D drove away before the cops managed to stop his car. As they were driving it was so quiet except for their hard breathing. "Where's Madison and the others?" Lil D looked in the review mirror at the 3 in the back seat and they shrugged. Suddenly a honking was heard as they looked next to them to see Kam driving his dad's car with Kim and Madison in the car also waving to them smiling. They drove out to the school parking lot and parked their car's their. Getting out Lil D jumped out and so did everyone else. Lil D ran over to Madison and held up her hands in his. "You ok?" He whispered. "Yeah" She said as Lil D pulled her into a fierce hug. "Are you ok?" Madison asked as she saw his beat up appearance. "Im fine. Nothing can take me down that easily." He smirked. Soon they all were calming down. Lil D and Madison were sitting on the hood of his car and Lil D held Madison in his lap and was snuggling her. "How did that fight start?" Eddie asked. "It was all Madison!" Kim smiled. "Madison?!" Lil D was shocked. "Yeah! That bitch was talking shit so Madison practically broke her nose!" Tamika smirked. Madison lowered her head and blushed. "I-I just- um…" She didn't know what to say. "That's… Hot!" Lil D said smiling. "Hu?" Madison asked. "Yeah! I don't know why but the idea of you starting fights is just kind of hot." He said. So they all continued to hang out until a limo showed up that Eddie called. "Well that's my ride. Anybody else need a ride?" He asked. "I do! Since I rode with Kim and Kam to the party since my rocket moped hard drive crashed on me." Philly Phil said. "Yeah" Tamika and Philly Phil got into the limo as it drove off. "We better get home before dad blows a vein." Kam said walking to his dad's car. "Yeah. Now you two love birds play nice!" Kim giggled as she skipped over to the car and got in as they drove off. "So it's just us again…" Lil D smirked. "Yeah I guess so." Madison smiled innocently at him. Lil D leaned in and kissed her as she kissed back passionately. Their they sat for most of the night before Lil D dropped her off at home they sat under the stars kissing. On Monday sunny came into class and froze as he noticed something different about his class. Everyone had bandaged and bruises, the school was talking about parties and fights, Madison was sitting in Lil D's lap as he nuzzled her neck, and when he heard Kam saying he got someone with a chair. "Ummm did I miss something?" Sunny asked raising an eyebrow. Lil D and Madison were still looking into each others eyes romantically as his arms were wrapped around her. Kim walked over and crossed her arms and smirked. "Yeah you missed a whole lot. But don't worry bout it, cuz we will fill you in later." She said as Philly Phil, Eddie, Tamika, and Kam nodded smiling while the two love birds didn't even move. "I love you" Lil D whispered. "I love you to" Madison said as they kissed sweetly before the bell rang. //The End\ A.n: WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK?! I was dying to write this for some reason! Im sorry if I got their personalities wrong! Please don't Flame me! I worked all day and I come home to finish it and I should be in bed now cuz work starts early tomorrow… BEING a minor kind of sucks cuz of the hours! Either not enough or to much! Maybe ill write another one… But it depends on how this one does… PLEAZE REVIEW!!! peace! Much luv! 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null	Class of 3000 Music Is the Fire that Stirs The Soul Music is the Fire that Stirs the Soul Class of 3000: Next Generation Note: Here we meet the children of the original C3K. There's Caitlyn, the daughter of Phil and Alexis. Like both of her parents, she is exceptionally talented, but her instrument is the electric guitar mainly. She can switch rapidly from lead to bass, or provide vocals. Their son, Corbin who is the shier of the two, plays violin. Kim and Kam's children are both twins. Kim had girl twins named Megan and Jou. Kam's children are twin males, Ken and Derrick. All the twins play percussive instruments, but Derrick has a penchant for the piano. Earl, who is Tamika and Eddie's son, plays the flute, and, Madison's daughter, Tricia who plays the trumpet and Lil' D Junior also provides rhythm and bass viola. Also Principal Luna has a daughter named Mercedes, and she joins the music class. She can play the accordion, castanettes, sing, dance and most impressively, scratch a mean hip-hop record with her own unique Latin/funk style. Chapter 1—A New School Year Sunny was eagerly looking forward to the new class of musicians that would be entering Westley this year. He had heard rumors from the other teachers that the new students weren't simply students, but children of students he had once taught before. Sunny had to admit, though he didn't like to play favorites, he had a tendency to do so, and those students he had back at the brink of the 21st century were the finest he had ever met. He felt as if they had been his own children, a family he never knew he had. Now the circle had begun all over again and he would be meeting the latest students to his music class this year. In walked the first of the students, Caitlyn and Corbin Phil. Corbin was shier than his elder sister, but had a 1,000 watt smile that could illuminate the darkest room. He was more-so like his father, and he and his sister stuck together as much as they could. As a set of two different twins came into the room, Sunny's eyes crossed momentarily. Their names were Megan, Jou and Ken and Derrick. He could tell who they were related too, and despite their identical natures, they were unique in how they dressed and personalities. Next were Earl, Tamika and Eddy's son, then Tricia, Madison and Manuel's daughter. Lil' D Junior came in last, but then there was the sound of frantic feet. "I am so sorry. I hope I am not too late. If my father found out I was late to class, jou can trust me my fate would not be so fantastic.", Mercedes said. Sunny's mouth nearly dropped when he saw Mercedes. He had no idea that his boss had finally had time to have a family, but he was pleased for him. Mercedes sounded a lot like her father, but she was more laid back than he was, and she loved having a good time. Already Sunny could sense that this class was going to be different than all the others he had experienced in the past. It was a hodgepodge of unique personalities, which would most definitely make for an interesting new school year. Chapter 2—Today's Lesson: Theory Sunny tapped his baton to quiet the students' chattering. As soon as he wrote the word "Theory" on the blackboard, everyone groaned. "But why do we have to be learnin' theory ? Theory's boring.", Lil' D Junior said, frowning a bit. "Sorry, Junior, but theory is fundamental. We have to learn the basics before ya'll will start learning how to actually play. Everyone learns this way, even professionals. For example, take an artist. Now I know there are some artists that are self taught, but if they wish to improve, they by "How To" books and take art classes to improve. That is what we are doing through theory.", Sunny said, trying to sound upbeat and to motivate the students. "Awwww, come on !", they all said in unison. Encouraging the students to like something mundane and seemingly pointless was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. Then he sighed deeply and tried to make the lesson as entertaining as he possibly could. And then the most magical occurrence began. The students were actually enjoying the lesson. They had learned that even something as mundane as theory could be enjoyable if they gave it a try. Chapter 3—Parent Teacher Night Thus far, the school year was off to a rollicking start and everyone was filled with academic spirit. Sunny had high hopes for his music class, since they had not fallen too terribly high from their prospective family trees. Everyone was on their best behavior and wearing their best attire. Nothing too terribly interesting or exciting was going on, just parents meeting their children's teachers. That all changed when one of the parents demanded for the music students to play something. Sunny thought that request was a bit rash and rather rude considering the students had only just begun learning basic theory. No matter how Sunny had tried to explain, the parent continued to badger and harangue him. "My brother and I can play something.", Caityln said, standing up bravely. Corbin was reluctant, but being her friend and always doing things together as a duo, he felt obliged to join her. She had her bass with her just in case of a situation such as this. Corbin too, took out his violin and tuned as she tuned. It was an upbeat tune they had created called "Jammin' Together", which featured solo improvisational moments for the two of them. They hit a couple of off notes, but beyond that, the concert the two gave was impeccable. The parent, stunned, could think of nothing else to say. "Esto es muy fabulosa, amigos !", Mercedes complimented as she patted the brother and sister pair upon their backs. Needless to say, the applause for their efforts was deafening and Sunny could sense that not only these two but the entire class held endless potential. Chapter 4—Those Blasted Talent Scouts As the students advanced more and more in their classes and kept up with homework as well as practice, which could be challenging and sometimes difficult to do. Sunny's students had improved vastly since their first theory lesson but there was a slight problem. Recently there had been talent scouts slithering about the grounds of Westley, and they only had visions of money and cared little about the students' unique personalities. Sunny had been used to dealing with these sneaky, untrustworthy individuals from his days of being a superstar and knew that they would try to weasel their way into manipulating the impressionable teens to joining their leagues and wasting away as "talent drones". There was absolutely no way that Sunny would let that happen even though there would be a talent show tonight and they were chomping at the bit just to try to get into the auditorium. Mercedes, who had been elected as the class president of the music class, had been asked to introduce Sunny's music class this evening, and already her heart was palpitating out of control. Her palms shook and sweat rolled off her brow down her neck as she swallowed hard. "Allow me to introduce Sunny Bridges class. The piece we will be performing is based on Tsacovsky's _Dance of the Swans_, but a little updated for modern times. Purists, please don't be alarmed, because music is simply the expression of the soul.", Mercedes said as she stepped away from the microphone and waved in her classmates. No sooner had they stepped out that her heart's palpitation turned into eager anticipation and elation. The audience applauded as the sharply dressed Westley students took their marks on stage. The rendition of the tune was rousing, as well as uplifting and energetic. It was a bit rhythm and blues, a bit hip-hop and just a hint of rock and roll. The beat was hypnotic. The entire audience seemed to sway as one collective metronome. Before they knew it, the music had united them all and they were lost in it. As the piece came to an end, the audience, including the student's radiant parents, stood up in deafening applause. The talent scouts who were outside of the doors, waited for their opportunity, but Sunny called for his security guards. They wouldn't likely come back again to bother the students again. Even without Sunny's protection the students knew they would be safe from harm. Though in the real world they would face turmoil and trepidation, they knew that whatever happened, they were family. Epilogue All of the students were young and each showed unique potential. Sunny cultivated each student's specific talent and also taught them to see beyond their differences. Sometimes they had arguments, like every typical "family" does, but that was par for the course. They didn't bicker often, and they were always close whatever happened. Even the parents of the talented students were pleased that Sunny had been with them. Though he had no family of his own, the music class was an extension of him in a strange, but endearing way. He knew one day he might be seeing their children if they ever decided to marry and have families of their own. Even if not, talent would always be brimming at Westley. It had since been repaired thanks to many benefit concerts and fundraisers and now was better than it had ever been. It never resembled what it once had, and thinking about that made a joyful tear form in Sunny's eye if only for a moment. Albeit the future was murky, Sunny was sure that his students would go far. He was fulfilled and happy playing with them or hearing them performing. So long as he could keep interest in music ongoing as well as music programs, the world wouldn't be such an unfriendly realm because of the magical effect of music upon the human heart. Sunny knew that whatever creed, color or religion, the human race needed music in order to express themselves in a language that all could comprehend. So, for the length and breadth of his existence, the music would continue and it would play on long after his influence on Earth. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	9,977	9,672.4
null	Class of 3000 Love Song LOVE SONG Disclaimer: I do not own Class of 3000. Andre 3000 owns that. Go Outkast! - But I do own Jake. Actually, I don't really care if anyone steals Jake though 'cause he's just a cameo I made for this story. "Hey guys," said Sunny as he entered the room. "We got a new student today, so give a warm welcome to Jake." "Cool! A new kid!" Madison said excitedly. "We get to make a new friend, Li'l D!" Li'l D's cheeks flushed. "Uh, yeah…that'd be cool." A boy walked in. He had sunglasses, short hair, and wore a black shirt and pants. Li'l D was impressed. "Wow. He IS cool, Madison. …Madison?" He turned to her and noticed a shocked look on her face. "Madison?" "Okay, Jake. You can sit next to Madison over here," Sunny said, leading Jake to the empty seat next to Madison. Madison blushed. "Uh…hi, Jake…." Jake turned to her. "Hey." Li'l D went wide-eyed. "Uh…what's going on?" he asked himself. "I'll tell ya what's goin' on, Li'l D," Eddie said, staring at the two in the corner. "Madison's got a crush on the new guy." "Wha--?" Eddie looked at Li'l D. "You okay?" "Uh…yeah…I'm fine…." -X- "Were you okay in class today, Li'l D?" Philly Phil asked as they walked down the street. "Uh…yeah…I was okay," the young drummer replied. "Uh-huh…." Phil's attention was distracted when he saw two silhouettes holding hands down the street. "Who's that?" "I don't know. It's kinda hard to see in this damn sunlight." The silhouettes came closer. It was Madison and Jake. "Hey Li'l D! Philly Phil!" Madison grinned. "Jake and I are going to the movies together! Wanna co—OW!" Jake cut her off by jabbing her in the arm. "We were going to go alone, remember, Madison?" Madison thought for a moment. "Oh yeah! Sorry about that. See ya, guys!" Then they walked off. Li'l D was shocked. "What the hell?" "Let it go, D," Philly Phil said. "What's your problem anyway? It's not like you like her, right? Ha ha ha ha ha…ha ha ha ha…ha ha ha…ha…you like her, don't you." "Yep," Li'l D sighed. "Is it that obvious?" "No. I just guessed." The techno geek thought for a moment. "So…aren't you going to tell her?" "Why? I mean, she's with pretty boy, now," Li'l D said gloomily. "Doesn't mean you can't tell her," Philly Phil said, "'cause if you don't, you might lose her forever." "I'll think about it," Li'l D sighed, walking home. -X- Madison and Jake left the movie theater three hours later. Sadly, so did Tamika. "Mm mm mm mm mm! What's the hot new kid doin' wit' Smiley?" "Um…" Madison said, looking for words, "we went to the movies together. I mean, you saw us leave, didn't you?" "I know where you were, dumbass!" Tamika yelled. "I'm just wonderin' why he's wit' YOU! Especially when he can be wit' a hottie like me…." Madison looked at Jake. "You're not going with her, are you, Jakey?" Jake looked back at her, then at Tamika. "Uh…see ya later, Madison," he said, walking off with Tamika. "Ha ha! Later, bitch!" Tamika yelled back. Madison frowned and turned around to walk home sobbing the entire way. -X- Li'l D stared at the phone for hours. "What's the point? Why the hell would she love me? I mean, that guy was so cool and everything." He thought about what Philly Phil said: "…if you don't, you might lose her forever." "What if Philly Phil's right?" Li'l D asked himself. He looked at the phone hesitantly. -X- Madison opened her medicine cabinet. There was sleeping pills in there (well, someone like Madison probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep very easily). She took them to her bedroom and sat on her bed. "What's the point of living? Why the hell did I think he would love me? Why the hell did I think ANYONE would love me?!" She was crying, her tears soaking her dress. "No one loves me. No one cares. Everyone picks on me and thinks I'm an idiot." She looked at the pills and sighed. "Here goes nothing…." That's when the phone rang. Madison shrugged it off. "Probably just a stupid telemarketer," she said, opening the bottle. She was about to grab a handful when the answering machine kicked on. That's when she heard this: "M-Madison? It's me, Li'l D. I guess you're not home right now, so when you get back, can you call me? 'Cause I wanna know if you wanna…I don't know…hang out? But only i-if you want to. Uh…yeah, you know my number, so…see ya later, Madison." Madison put down the bottle. "Huh?" She looked at the phone. "Li'l D…wants to hang out with me?" Slowly, she put the pill bottle back in the cabinet. She went over to the phone. -X- Li'l D sighed. "What's the use? She's not gonna call. I might as well just…" The phone rang. He quickly jumped for it. "'Ello?" "Did you tell her?" "Dammit, Philly Phil!" Li'l D yelled. "Sorry." Dial tone. Li'l D hung up. Then it rang again. He picked it up. "That's not you again, is it Philly Phil?" "Nope." Li'l D blushed. "M-Madison?" "Yep." "Uh…hi, Madison…." "Hey, Li'l D! You said you wanted to hang out? "Y-yeah…" "When and where?" "Uh…my house is good and you can come any time." "Okay. See ya later, Li'l D!" "Bye, Madison," Li'l D said, hanging up the phone. A small smile appeared on his face. EPILOGUE: Jake couldn't stand Tamika's complaining and switched to Pottery Class. That was a sigh of relief for Eddie. Philly Phil got an idea that he should be a guidance counselor. That idea didn't last very long. Kim and Kam…were not mentioned in the story, but they're not dead, so don't worry. Li'l D and Madison lived happily ever blah blah blah blah blah insert mushy fairy tale crap here. End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	5,581	20,205.7
null	Class of 3000 Loving Him Hello!! This is my first story be gentle!! DISCLAIMER: I do not own class of 3000 sadly... On with the story!!! Oh and this is two months after the events of 'Tamika and the beast' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loving Him "U WHAT HIM???" Madison practically screamed during class. We were passing notes and loud-mouth hippy girl had to just open her mouth!! "Madison, is there something you wanted to share with the class?" Sunny asked Madison in turn just blushed embarrassed and said "Nothing sorry sunny" I am so glad he didn't notice the note. Too bad after class as I put away my book in my locker, Kim came up to me with a very shocked look on her face and said, "Madison told me…don't worry I didn't tell anyone.." I blushed because it was true… No matter how much I tried to deny it…. I somehow fell in love with a much unexpected person…..Edward Phillip James Lawrence III, the richest kid in school! So much for luck I have about as much of luck as lil'd when it comes to ideas. I couldn't help it and I know its really out of character for me to do this but I cried right in front of her.. "Aw..tamika it alright come on were going to get madison and hang out over her house and discuss it there.!" She said hugging me. I nodded and closed my locker door and gave her a look of shock. "I know how you feel trust me ive been there before well I stil am…" she said knowingly, Kim had this sad look in her eyes… "why am I doing this again", I said as I closed madison's door. She had such a nice room very nature but free spirited like I sat down on her soft green chair. "Because we need to figure out how your going to cofess your feelings to him!! You two would make a good couple believe it or not!", Madison replied sweetly. "No! I cant", I said angrily. Wasn it enough for them to know about it. I sighed and laid my head back. "Oh please eddie loves you more like has a infacuation for you…the problem is your in denial but still you decide to push him away!!", Kim said as she sat on the window seal looking at me fed up. " I cant do you even know this will ruin my reputation?? No you don't I its confusing you know? Like I feel ike I have a million butterflies in my stomach and then when I want to deny it..it keeps coming up again and again…imsurprised I even do to tell you the truth..im not the prettiest person in school nor the most skinniest person…yet he stills go after me no matter how many threats I throw or punches…What if he finds someone better…huh …what if I admit and he decides to break my heart ..what then??" "Tamika…you are pretty and you know what you might not be the skinniest but you do have a good heart!! You might act mean and violent but deep down you do have a heart of gold! You have inner and otter beauty that im sure makes even the nicest people jealous!! And if he does find someone else he's stupid! We will be right behind you if something happens.", Madison said with a stern look on her face. Im shocked beyond words…man I do have some great friends. Kim looked at me with a nod and smile and got off the sill and said, " She's right and we will!!" I smiled and said, "Alright I'll think about it but thanks you guys are so sweet" I looked at her kookoo clock and gasped, "I got to get home see you two at schol tomorrow?" I asked Madison nodded and said "see yout two later" Kim and I then left .. When I got to school Lil'D, Philly Phil, Kam and Eddie were apparently left to help Sunny with the instruments apparently Principal Luna got more instruments and new music books. So that only left me, Madison and Kim alone in the class.. I knew they would keep asking me if I was going to tell Eddie or not….i wonder though who they liked even though I know about madison liking philly phil. But not Kim… "Kim who do you like?", I asked apprehesivley. She looked like a deer in headlights when I asked. "It's complicated….", she said in a voice im surprised she had. "Oh okay and you Madison?", I said. Kim muttered something about going to her locker and getting her bag. Madison looked away and blushed a dark red and muttered something. I know what it was but I smirked and asked. "What was that I didn't hear you" "I said I like philly phil", she mubled a bit louder. Much to her surprise and mine I laughed. "I knew it!!! I thought I was wrong.", I exclaimed. Before she could even answer the boys and Sunny came back and right after them was Kim. "Hey you two!could yall help us set this thing!" , Lil'D said while trying to unsuccesfully but tamborine down that landed in a crash. Eveyone winced that ould not be good. The instruments were okay but one of them broke. "Oops my bad." He said as Kam helped him set the remaining instruments down on the floor. Sunny meanwhile was setting the chalk on his desk and the music books on the table in the back room. Eddie and Philly Phil were taking out the staders and setting them around the room. Meanwhile Kim and me were taking down the instruments from the cart ..Madison was starindg dreamily at something and had this big goofy grin on her face. Nothing unusual about her. After we did that Sunny deided we should just wath a movie and we agreed. Much to my dismay the movie was boring. I mean as it me or did anyone really want to watch a show called 'the history of music'? But at the end of the day as I walked out the building to go home I was stopped by a person tuggin my arm. I reacted on instinct and turned and came face to face with Eddie! He looked flushed and asked ,"Can I talk to you …don't worry it's improtant.", he added quickly thinking I guess I was goin to snap at him and punch him.\ I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, "Sure." He let out a deep breath and said, " I saw the not from the other day I know..and I justed wanted to say I love you too." He then leaned in and kissed me while his hands held my face in between them. It was gentle and loving and I couldn't help but let out a small whimper when he let go. "Tamika will you be girlfriend"?, he asked me I senced the nervousnes in his voive. I smiled and said, "Yes" and we kissed to seal the deal. So how was it?? Did I do good? Please review!!! Phw im glad this is done it took me a while to do this tell me what you think of a sequal…. End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	6,420	10,620.4
null	Class of 3000 Tell Me Lies Here we go, QD-chan! Your Philly Phil centric fic. I hope you like it! Okay, I know next to nothing about Philly Phil's parents, so this is like my Madison abuse fic, AU. It made me sad, writing this, but with good reason. Enjoy! ------ Tell Me Lies By Sparkles of Youthfulness -------- "No!" Philly Phil cried, eyes wide in disbelief. "It's not true, it can't be!" He shook his head, backing away from his Father. "She's fine! There's nothing wrong!" He denied. This couldn't be happening. Not to him, not to his Mom. She didn't deserve this! There was nothing wrong with his mom! Philly Phil fell to the floor, shaking his head. "You're lying! This is some stupid joke! Well, I'm not laughing!" He yelled, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry, son." The doctor said sadly, eyes downcast as he stared at his feet. "Your mother has cancer.' "NO!" He yelled again, tears falling from his eyes as he dashed from the room. His Father watched him run, sighing. He turned back to the doctor, and whispered, "How long does she have?" "Six months." The doctor replied, "And that's only if she doesn't strain herself." Philly Phil's Father sighed and nodded, quickly leaving to find his son. It didn't take him long, as Phil sat a few feet away from the door, his head buried in his arms. "Why Mom?" He whispered, sounding lost and angry. "Why my mom?" His father sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay, Phil." He whispered, trying to soothe his son. "No it won't!" Philly Phil screamed, raising his head from his arms, revealing puffy red eyes. "As long as Mom has cancer and has to die, it won't ever be okay!" His father winced. He hadn't wanted his son to hear that part. "It won't be the same but…" He was at a loss for words, unable to say anything to comfort him. He tried a different tactic. "Your mom won't want you to be sad, Phil. We need to buck up, and make sure the rest of your Mom's time is special, alright?" He whispered, holding back his own tears for the sake of his son. "Let's go see her." "Okay," Philly Phil mumbled softly, his eyes glued to the floor as he followed his Father silently to his Mom's room. -------- "Here Mom, I made this for you." Philly Phil grinned as he handed his mom a small gray machine. "It's not much; it just fluffs your pillow." He quickly demonstrated by pushing a button. Two hands quickly came out, and, as Phil had said they would, began to fluff her pillow. His mom smiled in thanks and leaned back against the newly fluffed pillow. She was silent as she stared off into space, her hands folded on her lap. Suddenly tears began to fall softly from her eyes, and she quickly raised her hand brushing the away. "What's wrong, Mom?!" Philly Phil immediately panicked, hoping his mother wasn't in pain. "It's nothing, honey." She mumbled softly as tears continued to trail down her cheeks. Philly Phil didn't believe a word of it, and was about to tell her that before she interrupted. "Phil, remember when you were little, and you'd crawl into my bed every night, because you had nightmares? Do you remember the song I used to sing? Will you sing it?" She whispered, her voice soft. "Sure Mom." He mumbled, taking a deep breathe. "Angels fly along the dark sky, Singing softly Remember the days that have long past by-" He paused as another voice began to sing. "As the stars light up the midnight sky Lighting the angel's way." His mother sang, her voice still soft and light. He smiled, yawning as listened. Her voice could still put him to sleep. It devastated him that he only had that voice for one more month. "Remember the people most precious to you Cherish the time you've spent together So when you part it will just be a start Of a new beginning." Phil's eyes closed in sleep by the final verse, just as he had when he was little. '_Just one more month_.' Was his final thought before he drifted to sleep, his head resting on his mother's bed while he sat in a chair. Philly Phil had the greatest sleep he'd had in months. But he was soon awakened by a terrible sound. His head shot up in surprise, and he groggily searched for the location of the noise. His own heart seemed to stop when he saw the heart monitor flat lining, and the sound of footsteps rushing down the hallway outside the room. "MOM!" He cried, eyes wide in shock and terror. She was supposed to have another month left! He was supposed to have another month with his mom! He barely registered being pushed aside as nurses flooded into the room accessing the situation. His father soon came rushing in, eyes wide in terror and disbelief as he registered what was happening. He didn't notice his son for a few moments. All he could do was stare at his wife as she slipped away from him. He finally looked toward a corner, and his heart fell further than it already had as he stared at his sons angry, terror filled face. He rushed over to him, embracing his son in a hug as they both sobbed in fear. -------- The doctors had said she had another month. The doctors had lied. Philly Phil watched silently as a coffin was lowered into the ground. Around him were people dresses in black, many of them crying and some of them out right sobbing. He'd only managed a few tears, having already cried all his others away. His father stood behind them, hands rested on his shoulders as he stared at the coffin containing his dead wife. He had vowed to cry when he was alone, where Philly Phil couldn't see him. He needed to be his son's pillar of strength right now. They had barely moved throughout the whole funeral, and now it was ending. People offered their condolences, many of them people Philly Phil didn't know. He ignored most of them, staring at his mother's grave as his father talked to them. Finally, they were the last two there, and Phil still didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay next to his mom's grave forever, to never leave her. But he nodded at his father, who began to walk away, leaving his son alone. Philly Phil stared at the grave. There were so many things he could've said. He could've told her how much he would miss her, how much he admired her, he could've said all those things and more. But all he said was, "I love you." before he walked away, newfound tears trailing down his cheeks. -------- Oh, I felt so sad when I killed Philly Phil's mom! But it was the best idea that had popped into my head so far, so I went with it. The little song thing in there is mine, and I made it up on the spot. Personally I don't really think it makes sense…. Anyways, please give me some feed back on how I did! End file.	Class of 3000, Tragedy	Fanfiction	null	6,678	11,603.3
null	Class of 3000 Kim's Sleepover Author's Note: Just a little story about the girls (+ Kam) at a sleepover * * * Kim opened the door to see Madison and Tamika standing there with sleeping bags tucked under their arms. Tamika wore a slight smile, dimmed by Madison's ever present grin. Kim smiled back at her friends, excited to see them. "Hey! Come on in!" They entered, admiring Kim's house with wonder. The house was a mash up of different elements, the walls displaying Oriental tapestries and Wild West posters. Everything was very clean, even Kim's room, which was quite…interesting. One corner was dedicated to a small design studio. Another corner was filled with various drums, music stands, and other percussion instruments arranged haphazardly. Her bed was a pile of pillows. Kim had cleared a space on the plush pink rug for their sleeping bags. A few beanbag chairs were stacked against the walls, which were covered with fashion posters and pictures of her favorite instruments and composers. "You can just put your stuff anywhere," Kim said, gesturing broadly to her room. The girls set up their sleeping bags, facing in to the center of the room. Seeing it was already 8 o-clock, Madison and Tamika went to change. Kim, already dressed in red silk pajamas, looked to the closet door with suspicion. Opening it with a great swooping motion, she glared at the figure crouched inside, holding a microphone poised out to the room, the cord attached to the device in his hands. "Kam!" Kim glared. "What are you doing in there?" Kam, dressed in matching blue silk pajamas, stood quickly and tried to act as innocent as usual. "Oh, is this your closet?" He said, edging towards the door. "My mistake! If you need me, I'll be elsewhere…don't worry about me…or look outside your door at any point in time…" "Hold it!" Kim went nose-to-nose with her twin. "Listen her, Kam. I have spent the last month getting mom to let me have this sleepover, and I am not about to have you mess it up with your stupid spying!" Kam's mouth feel open in shock. He drew himself up to his full height and said, "I am not spying! I am merely conducting scientific research for the betterment of our society." "Who in society does this better exactly?" "The guys!" "You are such a perv!" "Gross!" He said. "Do you know how many guys would kill for the knowledge of what girls do on sleepovers? It's one of the greatest mysteries in the world." "Fine." She blew some hair out of her eyes. "Just don't mess up my party, ok? And you can only record what I let you." He nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir!" She rolled her eyes, punched his arm. The thin boy cringed. After a quick face off, he left the room just as the girls started to come out of the bathroom. "Hey, was that Kam?" Madison asked. "Uh, yeah," Kim said. "He's just going to hang out in his room tonight. No spying or anything." "He better not think of spying!" Tamika said, lifting a fist threateningly. "Grr…there are some real pervs out there." Kim nodded. "So…what should we do first." "Ooh! Ooh!" Madison jumped in glee. "Makeovers!" "All right Kim, just relax and let the master do her works," Tamika said. Kim gulped. "Relax, Kim!" Madison said. "After all, Tamika was the first of us to wear makeup." Kim nodded weakly and sat back, trying not to appear nervous as Tamika scrutinized her face. "Wait!" Kam entered, camera in hand. Kim groaned. "What do you want, Kam?" "Well," He said. "I have a proposition. I want to conduct research and you want to have an amazing sleepover. How about I make a video of your sleepover for you to look at later, and then you can watch it later. I get photographic evidence of the goings on at sleepovers, and you get a preservation of your memories. It's a win-win!" The girls shared a look, and shrugged. "Whatever," Tamika said. "Let him make his little video. But no footage of us changing or talking about stuff we don't want you to hear, got it?" Kam nodded vigorously. "All right then." Tamika went back to reviewing her makeup supplies while Kam took a couple snap shots of Kim's face. "I'll take one later," He explained. "Sort of like a before and after thing." Kim glared. "I should never have given you that camera for our birthday." Kam set up a tripod off to the side of the room and sat down on the floor to play cards with Madison. Tamika applied more products to Kim's face. "Close your eyes," Tamika instructed. Kim felt her brush something over her eyelids, then the hard point of a pencil. As the makeover continued, Kim could hear Madison playing with her bongos. "Done!" Tamika stepped back to review her work as Kam and Madison came running over. They all murmured in appreciation. Madison handed her a mirror, and Kim held it up cautiously. Kim snapped a picture of Kim's face as she smiled in wonder at her reflection. It all looked so natural…but she could see a definite difference. Her eyes had a slight smoky shadow that made them seem a bit more dramatic. Her skin appeared to be moisturized, and looked softer. Her eyelashes were much longer and thicker. Her cheekbones looked round and sweet. Her lips were colored to match her PJs. She smiled at a proud Tamika, then looked back to the mirror. "Me next!" Madison said. Tamika nodded, and set to work. Kam took photos when she next looked, Madison's eyes were beautifully outlined with shimmery purple eyeshadow and her eyelashes were long and glamorous. Her lips were freshly glossed and she looked like a sweet fairy princess. Kim glanced over to see Kam fixing his equipment hastily, a slight blush in his cheeks. Madison noticed and giggled a bit. Kim smiled to herself, wondering if there was a budding romance here. Tamika swirled a little blush onto Madison's cheeks and smiled at the result. As the four sat around talking, Madison started playing with Tamika's long hair. "Girl, what are you doing?" Tamika asked. "Nothing," Madison replied. "Just doing your hair." Kim craned her neck to see the beginnings of a nice style. Soon another activity was being set up. Madison did both girls' hair, then pulled her own blonde curls into a tight ballerina bun. Tamika's long dark hair was sleekly straightened. The two front strands were pulled back and tied to create a princess look. Kim's short hair had been combed, brushed, and fluffed to perfection. Two thin braids framed her face. Looking in the mirror, the girls agreed their makeovers looked perfect. Kam took rapid shots all the way through. Tamika and Kim grinned at the results. It turned out Madison had a lot more talent than they gave her credit for. Afterwards, the girls kicked Kam out so they could watch Twilight. Of course, he snuck back in to record Tamika insulting Bella for being passive, Madison sighing over true love, and Kim begging them to watch something else. Luckily, the popcorn was plentiful and it was only 10 o-clock. After Kim and Kam's mother yelled for lights out, the girls kicked Kam out again and kept his listening equipment when it came time to share secrets and gossip, the two major components of sleepovers. "The name of the game is Truth," Tamika said mysteriously. "One person asks a question, and the person to their right has to answer it. We go in a circle till we run out of questions. Who wants to start?" "Ooh! I will!" Madison cried. "Um…which of the guys in our class do you think is the cutest?" Kim frowned. "What kind of question is that?" "You gotta answer it…" Madison sang. Kim rolled her eyes. "Fine. Cutest guy? Probably…Lil'D." The other girls laughed raucously. Tamika asked, "Why?" She answered softly, making the girls quiet down. "I guess I just think he looks kinda cool when he plays those drums. And he's really nice and looks really cool when he plays his drums. And he's really nice and has a cute little dimple in his right cheek…and when we go into the city he always keeps Cheddar Man's friends from messing with me and he has the nicest hugs…yeah." Tamika nodded. "Hmm…well, you better hurry up before someone snatches him up! Kidding," She added when Kim looked at her weirdly. "All right Kim, you next." Kim nodded and smiled. "Ok, Tamika: What is the craziest thing Eddie has every done to impress you?" Tamika looked off into the distance. "Oh wow…Well, if I really had to choose, I would have to say that time when we were eleven and he had an entire orchestra and a team of Broadway chorus girls flown in as backup for him serenading me at midnight. Whoo boy, was my mom mad!" the girls laughed. Tamika's face softened. "It was irritating, definitely. But sweet. It always is," She seemed to realize that she had said that out loud and resumed the game promptly. "All right Madison, time for you to answer a question." "Ask away!" Madison asked with a sunny smile. Tamika frowned in annoyance. "Girl, why are you always so happy?" Madison's large eyes seemed to calm while also remaining in a smile. "I have a disorder." "What kind of disorder?" Kim asked. "It's a genetic thing – My mom had it too. It messes the chemicals that cause your moods. It makes me constantly happy. It takes something pretty traumatic to down my mood. It's a bit disturbing sometimes. My nana died, and I could barely keep a straight face during her funeral." The girls were silent. The rest of the night passed quickly as they grew close with talk and secrets. They watched On Demand cartoons for a while until they fell asleep. The next day, Kam used one of Kim's bobby pins to jiggle the lock open. His plan was to retrieve his camera and use the footage to show the other guys the video on Monday, but he stopped short at the sight inside. The three girls lay spread across their sleeping bags, arms and legs tangled. Some may have said it was "sexy," or "hot," but Kam smiled as he realized just how close the girls had become in just one night. They were like sisters – exactly what Kim had wanted. He smiled softly as he picked up his video camera from the tripod and walked out softly. But when he was alone in the hallway, he pressed the delete button firmly. Whatever the girls had talked about last night felt too sacred to simply sort through and then exploit. Sure, the guys had wanted secrets. He would just tell them about the makeovers and Twilight and all. And just to please them, he might throw in a pillow fight or two. After all, isn't that what girls do on sleepovers? * * * Hope you enjoyed it! I worked hard (not really) and hints are included for future stories! Please review and tell me what you liked or didn't like. Thanks for reading! End file.	Class of 3000, Friendship, Humor	Fanfiction	null	10,636	11,249.5
null	Class of 3000 The Newcomer Class of 3000: The Newcomer One day, the kids of the music class of the Westly School of Performing Arts were waiting for their teacher, Sunny Bridges, to arrive so they could go on with their class for the day. Sunny was once a famous singer and song writer, and still is, but not very long ago he became a teacher for the music class. Today, Sunny was running a little late, which never happened before. "Man, why is Sunny taking so long to get here today?" said Tamika impatiently. "Didn't you guys see the weather? There's a huge storm out there." said Lil' D, the gang's leader. All the kids went over to the windows, and they knew Lil' D was right. Outside, it was raining really hard. The rain beat against the windows quieting down the sounds of the city. In fact the raindrops on the roof sounded like buckshot. There were also loud rolls of thunder coming from outside and flashes of lightening in the sky. Just then, they heard footsteps coming from out in the hallway. "Someone's coming!" Eddie said softly. In a panic, the kids hurried back to their seats and waited to see who was coming. Before long, the class room door opened and two figures wearing raincoats walked into the room. The tall one was Sunny Bridges, himself. "Hey everybody, sorry I'm late," he said taking off his raincoat and hanging up his umbrella. "The weather outside is really nasty! My car almost skidded right off the road on the way here." Sunny went on, "Anyhow, I have great news." "What news?" the kids all shouted excitedly. "We have a new student who'll be joining us in class," said Sunny, "I'd like you all to meet my niece, Dakota." he announced as he introduced a girl to the class. She was slender with short wavy blackish-dark brown hair, sapphire-blue eyes, and was slightly the same size as Lil' D. The class stood up at their desks in amazement. "Well, this is quite an occasion," said Philly Phil. "Yeah, it's not everyday that someone related to Sunny attends school with us," Madison agreed. Excitement was soon filling up the place. It really was the very first time anyone could get to know a student who's related to someone famous. "Gracious me!" thought Dakota, "I feel like the center of attention." No doubt about it, when Lil' D first saw Dakota, it was love at first sight. Little did he know, even Dakota felt that way about him. She also knew that she would feel right at home with the whole class, and before long she'd fit right in. She also got a desk in between Lil' D and Madison, whom she became fast friends with. Before long, the principle, Mr. Luna, called Sunny over the loud speaker. "Mr. Bridges!" he called, "Your presence is requested at the auditorium." "I'm on my way!" Sunny called. Before he left, he told the class that today's lessons were written on the board and that while doing their studies to get better acquainted with Dakota. As Sunny dashed right out of the room, the door pounded shut after him. After Sunny left, Dakota took her seat next to Lil' D. Today's studies written on the board were 1: "Write about what you do to relax if you get stage fright before either a concert or a performance" 2: "Get to know new student in class" 3: "Practice for next month's concert". Everyone soon went on with what needed to be done. "I heard that the school is doing tryouts for the musical Annie," said Madison. "I know all about that," said Dakota, remembering that she signed up for the part of Annie in the play. Then, she ask Lil' D, "Are you trying out for a part in the musical too?" "I sure am," he said. "I recently tried out for the part of Oliver Warbucks, the billionaire who plans to adopt Annie." Dakota told the others that some of the people who were also signing up for the play's tryouts said she couldn't play Annie because she was too different and that her hair was blackish-brown. "That doesn't seem fair," said Kim. "Yeah, nobody should be treated like that!" added her twin brother Kam. "Did you still audition for the part of Annie in the play?" asked Eddie. "I sure did! Come to think of it, I remember something that my uncle, Sunny, told me before I came to this school," said Dakota. "What's that?" Philly Phil wanted to know. "Don't mind what those who don't understand say. As long as you believe in yourself, nothing's impossible," replied Dakota. "You know, Sunny was always right about that," said Lil' D. "That reminds me," said Tamika handing Dakota, Lil' D, and Kim each of piece of paper that looked important. After reading the notes, the three of them found out that they had been selected to star in the play Annie. Lil' D got the part for Oliver Warbucks. Kim's role was Mr. Warbucks' secretary, Ms. Grace Parral, and Dakota was chosen for the role of Annie. Dakota was really honored and happy when she got the part. She couldn't wait to get ready to start rehearsing for the big musical play that she will perform along side Lil' D and Kim. It said on the paper that the show was to be on Thusday, and Dakota realized that today was Tuesday. So she and her friends agreed to rehearse immediately. While the kids were all finishing their assignment, namely writing about what they do for comfort if they got stage fright before a concert or performance, Sunny came back with some news that sounded serious. "Kids, I've just heard some terrible news," he said. "I've just been told that some of the kids who were supposed to play the orphans in the musical, "Annie" have all come down with a bad case of the flu and are bed-ridden for two weeks. In other words, they won't recover in time for the performance." The kids knew that this was pretty bad news. "But the good news is," Sunny went on, "Since Lil' D, Kim, and Dakota are starring in the show, Principle Luna asked me to cast the rest of you in it as Annie's friends, the orphans." Everyone burst into excitement. They almost couldn't believe that they were going to star in a musical together. It wasn't long before the kids remembered something. "Sunny," Eddie suddenly said, "I almost forgot! We were supposed to do the music for the play at first." "I thought about that, Eddie. So I have all the music for the show her on a special CD that I'm going to set in the auditorium's sound system." Sunny replied showing the kids a music disc. Throughout the day the kids worked hard. Before long, the time came for them to rehearse for the musical and the kids walked over to the auditorium to begin. Sure enough Tamika spotted two familiar faces. It was Kaylie and Haley themselves. "You better be careful," she told Dakota, "Those two girls right over there are the very same ones who got me in big trouble for a prank they pulled." "Those are the same girls who said I couldn't be in the play because I was too diferent," said Dakota. Suddenly Kaylie and Haley caught sight of both Tamika and Dakota. "Well, what do we have here?" said Haley. "Nice to see you again, Tamika, and just who is your new friend?" asked Kaylie, "This new kid happens to be my teacher's niece, Dakota." Tamika replied. "I remember seeing her around," said Haley, "Because she said something about trying for the part of Annie." "That's right," said Tamika, "And you know what? She got the part." This practically worried Kaylie and Haley at first. So they decided to talk among themselves. "That Dakota kid's got the part of "Annie", can you believe it?" said Haley. "This ruins a lot for us. With her as the main character, everyone will start paying attention to her instead us," said Kaylie. Just then, the two girls came up with what they thought was their best idea ever. They decided to do it during opening night of the performance. For the next few days the kids rehearsed for the play. Eddie was put in charge of designing the costumes, Philly Phil helped with the chorography, Kim took on the job of assistant stage manager, and Sunny, of course was the stage manager. They all worked hard for the past few days working on the play and rehearsing. Meanwhile, outside the auditorium, Haley and Kaylie were getting ready for their plan. "This is going to be perfect," said Haley. "You said it, Haley," said Kaylie. "Those guys will never know what hit them." They figured that by threatening the performance, they would earn the right as the best in the whole school. Before long, the night of the performance arrived. The auditorium was absolutely packed with people waiting to see the show. But they were unaware of what Haley and Kaylie had up their prank-yanking sleeves. "I'm so nervous about tonight," said Kim. "I hope we all remember our lines," Kam added looking at his script. "We've been practicing for days. I know we'll do great. We just need to remember the relaxation techniques that we use," Dakota said. As soon as everyone took their places, the show was ready to start. What the kids didn't know was that Haley and Kaylie had just set up a line of traps for Dakota. However, Tamika had spotted them setting up the traps and quickly told Lil' D who quickly warned Dakota of the danger. "Dakota, listen to me very carefully," he told her, "Haley and Kaylie are up to something. I'm not sure what it is, but you really should be careful." Don't worry, Lil' D. I'll make sure those two don't make fools out of us," replied Dakota. During the performance, Dakota and company performed amazingly, and all the while, the traps ended up backfiring on Kaylie and Haley. Throughout the whole show, the kids pleased the entire audience and, unknown to them, caused more humiliation for Haley and Kaylie as the traps kept on backfiring on them. By the climax of the play, both of the two girls had enough. They tried to stop the show by pulling a lever, hoping to bring the curtain down on Dakota and the others. But instead, the lever Kaylie and Haley pulled activated the spotlight. All of a sudden, the two girls lost their balance and fell from backstage balcony and into the box of stage props leftover from past performances. Because they were tangled up in the props the only thing they could do now was wait until the end of the show to get at Dakota and the others. Sure enough, when the time came for the curtain call the entire cast of the show, Dakota and her friends among them, everyone took a bow as the audience cheered and applauded for a great performance. But before long, Haley and Kaylie angrily stomped onto the stage battered and bruised. "_I'm_ supposed to be a star!" Haley yelled grabbing hold of Dakota. "We both should've had written you and your friends out of the script when we created that avalanche of props!" Kaylie shouted. Sure enough, they both had shouted what they said into a microphone that tangled on Haley's back. The entire audience was in shock when they heard what was just said in front of them. Tamika was listening too. So, she pulled a lever that she was standing next to and it triggered a trap door which opened under both Haley and Kaylie. Down the opened door they both fell. "I told you those two couldn't be trusted," said Tamika as she shut the trap door and walked up to Dakota. "I knew that the whole time, Tamika," Dakota replied. It really was a wonderful show. The entire audience clapped and cheered louder than before. The only thing that Dakota and her friends could was take a bow. Before long, Haley and Kaylie, rather than being suspended, were sentenced to auditorium cleaning duty for a whole month as a punishment for threatening Mr. Bridges' niece and almost ruining the play. And as for Dakota, she had made quite a hit at the school with a lot of the people there. She had become fast friends with Lil' D and Madison on her very first day at her new school, and also got a starring role in the musical play "Annie". Dakota had won the hearts of so many people ever since her very first day at her new school. Dakota had never felt so much joy like this before. She really started feeling right at home at the school. That night before going to bed, Dakota kept thinking about how lucky she was to have wonderful friends. From then on, Dakota had made even more good friends with many the other students of the Westly Academy of Performing Arts. She might not have become big stuff with Kaylie and Haley, but she had become a great friend to Lil' D, Madison, and some others like them. What happy girl she was, and quite lucky too. It really made her feel all warm both inside and out just thinking of how proud she had made her uncle, and how much she was appreciated by so many people. It really was one of the best times she ever had ever since she moved to Atlanta, Georgia with her family, and made a lot of very special friends. In other words, she felt like the happiest girl around. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Family, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	12,767	11,225.4
null	Class of 3000 Carnival and Dates CARNIVAL AND DATES +part 1+ (Season 1, Episode 2: It's MIkey's 2nd** day at Westley School and Mikey did the unusual he asked Madison out!in part 2 And the Georgia state fair is open, maybe our young celebrity might get a chance to experience the life of a normal person.) _I = _actions, areas and descriptions ( ) = What characters are thinking. [ ] = scenes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _Clock rings_ "MIKEY TIME TO GET UP YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!" Mrs. McCarthy called out Mikey's name. _Mikey groans. Gets up, rubbing his eyes._ (Man..._sigh_ ok time to get ready for school) _Showers running, Mikey brushes his teeth, opens wardrobe, dresses up, fixes his hairstyle "the Avalon", fixes tie, grabs his camera and bag._ _Downstairs, eggs sizzling._ "Morning mom." Mikey greeted while taking a seat on the dinner table. "Morning dear." Mrs. McCarthy replied. "What's for breakfast?" Mikey asked. "Aaaaas usual!" Mikey's father shouted. "Oh no…" Mrs. McCarthy groaned. "It's scramble egg with a side of bacon and sausage!" Mr. McCarthy explained. _Orchestra hit hits a note._ "Do you have to do that all day hon?" Mrs. McCarthy asked politely. "Yes it's part of my job." said Mr. McCarthy while grabbing a toast. "Well if it's part of your job dad, you might consider about hot topics." Mikey chuckled. "What do you mean son?" Mr. McCarthy asked puzzled. Mikey pointed at his sleeve. _Sleeves burning._ "Oh man!" Mr. McCarthy panicked while dusting off the flames. _Mikey and Mrs. McCarthy laughs_ "Ok maybe that wasn't part of the job." _Pager beeps_ "Oh, gotta go." Said Mikey grabbing his bag and skateboard. "Are you forgetting something?" Mrs. McCarthy asked. "Oh right." Mikey kissed his mom goodbye. "How 'bout me son?" "Oh yeah…" _Mikey puts toast in his mouth_. "Very funny son." Mr. McCarthy said with a mouth full. _Outside Mikey's house._ Mikey was ready for his second day at school he puts on his hat and fake eyeglass and wear his earphones with music in his ears he was off to school skating the streets of Georgia… _Meanwhile on Westley_ Sunny sat at his table and took attendance… "Madison?" "Here" "Li'l D?" "Yo!" "Eddie" "Present" "Philly Phil?" "Here" "Kim, Kam" "Right here" "Tamika?" "What up?" "Mikey?" _No answer_ "Mikey, Has anyone see him today?" Sunny asked. "We haven't seen him a while ago Sunny." replied Kim. Kam added "Don't you think he has a hobby of being tardy?" "Hope not." answered Tamika. _Ground starts to shake_ "What in the world is goin' on !?" Sunny exclaimed. _Everyone looks outside, glares at the big crowd chasing Mikey_ [ Mikey runs to a phone booth, girls passes him, He gets out of the booth, runs and bumps to twin Japanese girls who screams and starts chasing him along with the other girls and it goes on, and on] "Run Mikey Run!!!" screamed Kim. "I'm doing it right now!" Mikey answered. (What am I going to do? These girls are like zombies looking for something to eat! Ok calm down Mikey, these crowd is as noisy as running water, Wait that's it!) _Crowd continues to scream_ "Hey, an empty bus, my ticket out of this mess!" said Mikey aiming for the bus. [ Mikey runs to the entrance door of the bus girls follows him Mikey xits the emergency door at the back of the bus and locks it, Mikey waves goodbye and girls in the bus still calls out Mikey's name in chorus. ] "Time for class…" Mikey said fixing his hair, grabbing his hat and carrying his skateboard by his side going to school presentable. _In music class_ "Oh, here he comes!" Madison exclaimed. _Door slams opens, Mikey catches his breath and putting his skateboard in one corner and sits in a sigh of relief._ "Hello…" greeted Mikey. "Um…Hi ?, " Sunny said puzzled, "Ok you're here."Sunny marked a check beside Mikey's name in his attendance sheet. "What was that all about?" Kam asked. "Which was what? Mikey asked. "You know the crowd, the screaming, the chasing, and trapping girls in the bus."Phil described. "Yeah Mikey what caused the stampede?" Madison curiously asked. "Well..." Mikey stammered. _Flashback, Mikey skates through the streets of The L5P neighbourhood when suddenly…_ "OOF!" Mikey bumps into a crowd of people waiting for the public bus, his hat fells to the ground and people started staring at him. "Sorry guys I guess I was clumsy a little bit…hehe." Mikey apologized to the crowd. _Mikey gets up to his feet and grabs dusts of his hat_ " _gasping for air _OH MY GOSH IT'S MIKEY MCCARTHY!!!" A pedestrian girl screamed. "Well I'm doomed…" Mikey groaned. _End flashback_ "_scoff _you're such klutz." commented Tamika. "Hey, you don't see me bugging other kids just for fun." Mikey answered back. "What you say?!" Tamika screamed. "Nothing…"Mikey answered. "Ok class y'all can discuss Mikey's trouble later, but right now we gotta learn something ok?" Sunny begged. "OK." The whole class agreed. The class went on discussing about skiffle music while Mikey tried to get use to listening… "Mikey McCarthy!" cried Sunny. "_Mikey wakes up all of a sudden _Yes?" Mike asked. "Mikey it's only been like 5 minutes and you fall asleep is there any problem?" Sunny asked. "Yeah, it's myself." "Yourself?!" Kam exclaimed. "Yeah, ever since I moved here in Atlanta I've never been ok with a normal life all I ever do there was sit down relax and do nothing…" Mikey said gloomily. "Have you ever considered homeschooling?" Eddie asked. "My dad tried to, but the problem is that…you know, I'm alone with no friends and no fun, still I enrolled in a school in Peachtree county, Georgia, but still _sigh _no friends." Mikey explained gloomily. "Oh, that's so sad." said Madison. "Listen Mikey you gotta get over with this, I mean look at me, I'm a music superstar, I gave it up, and I'm still happy." Sunny tried to cheer Mikey up. "_sigh _Hm…you're right maybe I'm a little homesick." said Mikey. "That's the spirit." Sunny cheered. _School bell rings_ "Recess!" exclaimed Li'l D. "All right y'all don't forget we have a rehearsal next week." Sunny explained to the class. The class were on their way to the cafeteria while on their way Mikey tells them how was life in Hollywood… "So Mikey, did you get any friends from other country?" Kim asked Mikey curiously. "Yeah, a couple of friends." answered Mikey. "From what country?" Tamika asked. "Well, there's one from Poland, London and Italy." answered Mikey. "3 countries, whoo man are you lucky!" Li'l D exclaimed. "Why?" " 'cause you got friends from 3 countries." "So?" "What he means to say is that you make friends faster than he could imagine." Kam explained. "Oh, it's not luck, it's how you respect others." Mikey answered. "So why do you have to wear the hat and eyeglasses?" Madison asked. "It's a disguise so that no one notices me." answered Mikey. "But your name is still the same…" Phil commented. "Nah, they won't notice a thing believe me, they're after my looks not my whole body, watch…" Mikey said approaching a group of girls, "He-llo ladies I'm Mikey McCarthy and what's yours?" Mikey said flirting. _SLAP!!!_ "Get away from us weirdo!" a girl shouted. "That I can do, oww …" Mikey rubbed his cheeks and approaches his classmates. "Daaang man, she really hit you!" Tamika said surprisingly. "I agree, doesn't it hurt you?" Eddie asked. "_still rubbing his cheek_ Uh...yeah!" Mikey screamed. "Have you ever been slapped before?" Kim asked. "Yeah, a couple of times in movies and talk shows..." Mikey answered. "Talk shows?!" Kam exclaimed. "Yeah..." _Flashback_ "So do you have a girlfriend or you're still looking for one?" A TV talk show asked Mikey. "It depends, are you interested?" Mikey asked with a grin on his face. _Talk show host gasps then...SLAP!!!_ _Flashback ends_ "Must be painful..." Li'l D muttered. "Enough with the chit-chat let's just get some lunch, I'm starving." said Phil while rubbing his stomach. "Phil's right and maybe we could get Mikey some ice too." said Madison grabbing Mikey's arm. _In the cafeteria_ "...take it or leave it's your choice!" yelled Ms. Petunia while pouring mash potato with a little bit a of head lice. "The lunch lady gets weirder and weirder..." Mikey muttered. "Tell me about it..." agreed Kam. "Even though Ms. Squatenchowder serves an unusual and disgusting meal, it's still edible." Phil commented. Kim let out a chuckle and said, "Uh..yeah, you mean disgustingly edible." _Phil's classmates chuckled while approaching an empty table_ "So Mikey, do you have any snacks with you?" Madison asked. "Uh...not really, besides I'm not that hungry anyway "But you still need something to eat." added Eddie. "No thanks, I lost my appetite by looking at the lunches..." said Mikey. Kim giggled to Mikey's comment to Ms. Squatenchowder, "Nice one, Mikey." "Thanks." replied Mikey. "So Mike how'd you find Westley so far?" Li'l D asked while taking a bite out of his sandwich. "Well, I find it interesting if the girls stop chasing me, but it's cool." said Mikey "Well if you find it interesting you haven't seen anything yet!" said Phil while chewing the expired mashed potato. "_in a digusted way_ yeah, I haven't seen anyone eat an expired potato, no offense." Mikey commented. "Non-taken." replied Phil. "So Mikey, why don't you try the school muffin it's tasty." said Madison offering the muffin. "Hm...well looks can't kill me, but I think I found out that your looks are more like a beautiful mirror that I can look at." said Mikey while looking at her and grabbing the muffin politely. _Madison giggles, Mikey takes a bite out of the muffin_ "Hmm...it taste good, but I feel something moving in my...Oh no_ belches_, Where's the bathroom?!" said Mikey as he quickly stand up. "Uh...just go outside and turn left." said Tamika. "Thanks! _gagging, belching and starts running_" "Is he gonna be alright?" Eddie asked. "Of course he will. _chuckles_" replied Tamika. _School bell rings, music class_ "Where's Mikey at?" Sunny asked whjile filing some papers. "He went to the bathroom, oh I hope he's okay." Madison worried. "Don't worry Madison, surely he'll just open the door." replied Kim. _Door slams open, Mikey hardly breathing_ "See..." said Kim. "Ugh, I feel terrible!" said Mikey approaching his desk. "Was it something you ate?" Sunny asked. "Yeah, it was the muffin Madison gave me..." said Mikey still disgusted. "The muffin? But it's a banana muffin..." Madison answered. "Maybe you're allergic to banana." said Li'l D. "I'm not allergic...it's just when I upchucked, I found something utterly disgusting!" "What was it?" Phil asked. "It's A BEETLE!!!" Mikey screamed. _Everyone gets disgusted_ "I don't believe it! You actually ate it?!"Sunny exclaimed. "I upchucked it just in time _stomach growls_ ok gotta go fast!!!" Mikey screamed as he rushed outside the corridors. Madison raised her hand and said "Sunny may I go out for a sec?" "You're excused." Sunny said pointing out the door. Madison quickly rushed out the door. _School corridors _ Madison looked for the bathroom and waited for Mikey to come out to see if he's okay. Madison waited for approximately 5 minutes for Mikey. _Mikey exits bathroom_ "Hi Mikey..." Madison waved at him. "Madison? What on earth are you doing here?" exclaimed Mikey. Madison was nervous from head to toe, "I...uh...was waiting for you actually..." Madison nervously answered. "Why? Is there any problem?" "Uh...no actually, I just want to hang around with you that's all." explained Madison. Mikey never saw a girl like Madison before...He thought that every girl would just want to hang around with him because his famous and rich, but whenever she talks to him, Mikey had a strange feeling, his heart was having a rhythm... "So, uh...wanna hang around with me while going back to class?" Mikey asked. "I'd love to." Madison blushed. "So why are you waiting for me?" "I just want to remind you about the Fair..." "Oh right, thanks for reminding me..." "No problem." "You know, before I go to the state fair...I kinda like to ask you something I never ask any girl before in my life." Mikey said nervously twiddling his thumbs. "Well, what is it?" "Madison this maybe a stupid question but, um... would you like to go out with me?" Mikey nervously asked Madison. "You're asking me out? I'm not even in a book club." Madison answered. "_chuckles _I mean like you know...a date." explained Mikey. "A date? Like going out and sharing love?" "Yeah, kind of..." Mikey was laughing in the inside, but he did like the sound of sharing love. "Ok _giggle_ I'd love to." "Great so see you on the fair?" "You bet." The two we're on their way to music class...Madison hold Mikey's arm and act natural. Madison also had a strange feeling within her... ( Madison thinking ) I can't believe he ask me out... _CD scratches_ "Madison?" Sunny called. "Yes?" "Madison you slept through almost the entire period." said Sunny. "Yeah, I was beginning to worry about you..." said Mikey. "_yawns _I guess I needed a little nap for a while." Madison rubbed her eyes and started focusing on the lesson, but she was more focused on Mikey. ( Madison thinking ) It was a good dream while it lasted...ohhh I wish he'd just come to me right now! "Uh...Madison?" a distinctive voice rose. "Huh? Oh, hi Phil." said Madison while getting her math textbook out of the locker. Phil took a bit out of his sandwich and said "Is there anything wrong?" Madison let out a sigh and started talking "No, nothing wrong just imagining things..." Madison explained. "Phil took a good look at her and said "Doesn't look like your imagining stuff," Phil paused and said "What's wrong?" "_sigh _It's about Mikey, there's something about him that makes me dream crazy stuff!" Madison explained waving her hands in the air. "Hmm..." Phil thought for a second, let out a sigh and said "I need some time to think about your problem, but for now," Phil rustled his bag "Why don't you have a crème puffed muffin hm?" Madison gladly accepted Phil's scrumptious offer. _Meanwhile..._ Mikey was struggling to open his new locker he used almost all of his strength to open the locker. "_grunting _Come on open you son of a..." Mikey paused and saw the other students looking at him in a puzzled look. " Heh-heh, umm..._bangs door softly" _Mikey kept it as peaceful as possible until all the other students moved along. "_muttering _What does it take to open a stupid locker _kicks locker, locker opens_ oh...well, that-was- _deep voice_ awkward..." he said with a cock of an eyebrow and gathers his books. [School bell rings, students chattered while walking on to next class, Mikey exits and puts hat down to cover his eyes.] ( Mikey: Ok there are about half of the school that are a fan of me and Kim is one of them, oh man can someone just tell me what to do!) _Principal Luna on speakers_ "Mr. McCarthy report to the principal's office immediately." Principal Luna cried. "Who's McCarthy?" asked a student to her fellow mate. "That would be me."Mikey replied. "And who might you be?" asked the girl. "I'm Preston McCarthy, please to meet you." said Mikey while walking away without another word. "Please to meet you too...Preston." said the girl while she continued her topic to her fellow mates. "_sighs _Preston..._slaps head _I should've gone with Elvis." Mikey muttered with disagreement. Inside Luna's office, Mikey became a little pale white was it something he did yesterday? This question hunted his mind since he heard Luna's order. All he did was to stand in front of his desk and wait for the announcement... _Clock ticks_ "_Luna patters his fingers_ Mr. McCarthy," He paused as he stand up. "You are a celebrity like Sunny no?" he asked. "Uh, yeah _scoffs_ Is that what this is all about?" Mikey said with a tone of disappointment. "Do not be disappointed señor Mikey, I'm only offering you a job here at the school." Luna explained while he grabs a pen and starts rolling it with his two fingers. "Okay, so what's the catch?" "Catch? There is no catch to this situation." "Then what's the job?" "It's all about journalism and photography at the same time what was that called?" "Oh, photojournalism" "Very good McCarthy, and that is why you are the perfect pupil for the job!" Principal Luna exclaimed in approval. "Okay, just show me the crew and I'm ready to decide." "Fantastic!" Principal Luna was talking about the school's journalism crew, but Mikey wasn't listening at all he just stared at the entire classroom door memorizing the door numbers, he found an art class, he overheard the teacher say "paint a picture about someone you met in the past years..." ( Mikey thinking ) Someone you met from the past...hmm, the only person I met from the past is Agatha from Poland, and the best part is she's my friend since kindergarten, I hope she still remembers me... "Is there a problem Mr. McCarthy?" Principal Luna asked. "No, no problem at all" Mikey replied. "I am so happy to hear that, now this is your office and prepare to meet you own journalism staff!" _Opens door_ Mikey cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What staff?" _Luna looks at room surprisingly_ "Wha?....who...errr---- Where are the journalism staff?!" "_picks up a piece of paper_ Hm...I think I found your answer sir..." Mikey said giving the paper to Luna. _The note reads: _ _Dear Principal Luna,_ _WE QUIT!!!_ _Signed the former staff of this office..._ "Wow...that was---_ in deep voice_ awkward...." commented Mikey. "How could this happen? Why would they quit this job? _Starts sobbing_" "_Examines pictures_ Maybe they were so bored about this job..." Mikey guessed. "How can you be sure?" "Cause I just saw another paper that reads 'we are bored of this job' " "This is not fantastic, if we have no school journalists this school will have to buy newspaper from those annoying British students..." _Camera zooms to British kids_ "EXTRA, EXTRA FOOD FIGHT SCHEDULE DUE AT 10: 00 IN THE MORNIN' READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!" hollered a British kid. _Camera zooms back to Principal Luna_ " _groans in disgust _And the worst part is, that was yesterday's news." explained Principal Luna. "_light bulb appears on Mikey's head _Principal Luna _patriotic music plays _I will be the new journalist for this school, even if it means breaking an arm and leg! _Music ends_" Mikey answered while doing a patriotic pose. "Magnifico! Err...by the way, where did you learn to speak out like that?" "I read it on the poster behind you..." Mikey answered while pointing at the poster for new comers. "Fantastic." Said Principal Luna walking away, leaving Mikey in the journalism office. "_sighs in relief_ Now that wasn't so bad now was it Mikey?" said Mikey lounging himself to the manager's chair. _School bell rings _ Next class was Science with Mr. Bores, all the music class students entered the room hoping that Mikey was inside, but too bad he wasn't… "Where is he?" Kim began to worry. "Where's who?" Madison asked with a simple smile in her face. "_whispers _Mikey, last time we saw him, he was in music class now I wonder where is he…" Kim began to felt guilt flow through her body. _Mikey slams door open_ "_in sarcasm_ good morning…." said Mikey in a tardy way. "Good morning Mr…" Mr. Bores pause for a second trying to get his name. "it's Preston, Preston McCarthy…" Mikey tells it without hesitation. "Ok, Preston you may seat beside Madison for today…" Mr. Bores said it in a slow way. _Mikey approaches seat and sits_ "_looks at Madison who is balancing a pencil with her finger_ Hey…" Mikey greeted. "Hello._ Pencil looses balance and drops on table_" Madison replied. "So how's it goin'?" "Nothing much to say just a hard time at English class." "Oh, what was the lesson?" "Hmm…it was all about some words ending in –gy." "G?" "Yeah, -gy." "That sounds weird… could you give me an example?" "Oh ok umm…oh mythology." "Oh so its Greek words you we're studying huh?" "Yeah." _Kim stares at Mikey closely_ ( Kim: Mikey seems to be having a nice conversation, with her _sigh _they just look so adorable…) "Kim!" Kam whispered and threw a ball of paper at her head. "Huh?" Kim exclaimed. "You we're daydreaming, focus on the lesson." said Kam. "Sorry…" Kim apologized. "Now class I want you all to go to the experiment table and mix these two liquids and see what'll happen…" Mr. Bores explained the method slowly. "_nudging Mikey on the arm _Hey Mikey, do you know what'll happen?"Li'l D whispered. "What?" Mikey asked. "Hopefully it'll explode." said Phil excitedly. "Explode?" "Just watch and learn…" Eddie whispered. _Kam gently pours the 2 liquids to one container_ [ Liquids starts to bubble, container starts to shake, students move 3 steps backwards, but Mr. Bores approaches the experiment and took a closer look, container starts to fizz and smoke, then…] _Loud Boom_, _science class bursts a cloud of smoke_,_ music students coughs_ "Well, there you have it class the two liquids explode…" Mr. Bores said it a little bit unconscious. "_coughs _Sir are you alright?" Kam asked. "Yes, I am perfectly fine…ugghhh _collapses_" _School bell rings_ "Recess y'all!" Tamika yelled then speeds out of science class, others follows her. _In the cafeteria_ "You think Mr. Bores will be ok?" said Mikey while Ms. Petunia poured a pile of mash potato on Mikey's tray. "Oh yeah, he'll be fine trust me he gets the same result almost forever." explained Tamika. "Almost?" Mikey became puzzled, "What do you mean by 'almost'?" "Imagine this, he mixed water and sodium metal in a bucket of water and the school's roof blew off!" Phil explained. "Sodium Metal! You've got to be kidding me…" Mikey exclaimed. "It's true, I mean last time he froze himself with liquid nitrogen." Kim replied. "Note to self be careful with all teachers…" said Mikey while eating his mash potato. "So Mikey what are you planning to do this afternoon?" asked Kam. "I don't know, what do you guys want me to do?" asked Mikey. "We want you to go to the carnival with us, I mean if it's ok with you…" Kim asks with a big grin of her face. "The carnival?" "Yeah the Georgia state fair is coming up and most of the people are going." Eddie answered. "How come you know all this stuff?" Tamika asked. "My dad is one of the sponsors," Eddie answered with hearts in his eyes. "Why do you ask my love?" "I'm just asking." "_sigh _The question of love _looks at us _and quite romantic if I may add." said Eddie clicking his tongue twice. _After recess and other classes, school bell ring, students run screaming for joy_ "So Mikey, how'd ya like our school?"Li'l D while stretching his arms in the air. "It was AWSOME!" Mikey said joyfully. "Really?" Kim asked. "Yeah I mean, the teachers are funny and gym class is just COOL!" "But we just played dodgeball against the drama students..." said Phil. "THAT'S THE POINT!" _Flashback, balls flying everywhere_ "_ducks, throws ball _Heads up!" Li'l D screamed. "Does that mean heads up or heads down?" Phil asked. _Phil gets hit by dogdeballs_ "Ha, you drama students never stand a chance!" Mikey hollered. "To be or not to be---"A drama student was cut by Mikey's hit leaving him stunned, "Hit by a ball…_collapses_" "Bulls eye!" Mikey taunted. "Mikey heads up!" yelled Kim. _Mikey looks up, grabs the ball and tosses it on other players causing them to light up like pinball lights, scoreboard goes crazy and let out a sign that says TILT_ "And that is why Shakespeare never joined P.E." Mikey taunted. _Music class cheers_ _Flashback end_ "You were a tiger out there!" Tamika gave a friendly punch to Mikey's arm. "Where did you learn to play like that?" Kim asked flattered. "I did a sponsor game for handicapped children and another one for a club called 'radios for rabbits' _lets out a sigh _they do good work…" answered Mikey. "By the way has anyone seen Sunny?" Tamika asked. The other students looked at each other in a sign of confusion and gave themselves a cold shoulder. "Ooooh, who are those two people in the dance room window?" Madison asked pointing at the window. "Maybe that's them…" Eddie guessed. "Nah, maybe it's Principal Luna and Jan."Li'l D guessed. "Um…the janitor doesn't have short hair…" Phil replied _Everyone looks at each other in confusion and zips to the building_ "Where could Sunny be?" Madison asked. "Hmm…If I were a teacher where would I hang out?" Li'l D asked himself. _Tango music playing_ "Hear that?" Mikey asked. _Everyone puts their hand to their ears_ "Is that tango?" asked Kim. "It could be…" Eddie replied. "Why don't we follow it and find out ourselves?" Li'l D suggested, and then others agree on his ideas. Li'l D and the others followed where the music came from, they search from every room, but couldn't find it anywhere then something caught Kam's eyes "Hey guys let's check that room." He said with fingers pointing at the gymnasium. "What makes you think they're there?" said Phil scratching his head. "Simple, the music is loud in this room," Kam answered while fixing his tie, "and the room is big enough for a prom dance." Kam continued. Mikey approached him and said "Ok smarty pants why don't you open the door and find out if you're correct?" he finished with a sly look on his face. Kam gave him a look that could kill and answered "With pleasure." After his waord he open the door without hesitation. _Everyone gasp and hides behind the walls leaving Kam in the entrance_ "What's wrong?" Kam asked. "Hide Melvin!" said Kim as she grabbed Kam and hid him with the others "What's wrong all I did was--" Kam was cut off by Kim who managed to cover his mouth and shushed him. "Keep it down Sunny and Miss Leela are having a date and we don't want that to happen now do we?" Kim whispered to Kam. "No we don't…" Kam replied with fear. "So what do we do?" Li'l D asked. "I say we get outta here and pretend we had nothing to do with this a'ight?" Tamika suggested. _Everyone nods their heads in agreement_ "Good, now let's go." Tamika ordered. The group we're on their way to the school exit when Mikey grabbed something from his pocket. "What's that Miley?" Madison asked. "It's my mp3 player and my name's Mikey." answered Mikey. "Oops, sorry…" Madison whispered. By the time the class was almost out of the school, but then… "Y'all don't need to hide no more." a voice called out. _Everyone looks at each other in confusion_ "C'mon now no need to hide class…" the voice continued. "How did Sunny know we here?" Li'l D asked puzzled. "We didn't made any noise." Eddie replied scratching his head in confusion. _Rock music playing, Everyone looks at Mikey_ "_Looks at others _What? It's Aerosmith…" said Mikey while lip singing. _Everyone groans in disappointment_ Mikey just looks at the camera and gave it a cold shoulder, Li'l D the others went inside the gym seeing Sunny and Leela waiting in the middle of the court, Sunny is tapping his foot and let out a sigh… "What're y'all doin' in school?" asked Sunny. "Well--um…we…we're…ummm…" Li'lD stammered while he tried to explain the situation. "Well?" Ms. Leela said in a stern tone. "Ok maybe we kinda got carried away…so we're just gonna go home and pretend none of this never happened ok?" Kim explained. "Hold up!," Sunny called them to a halt "You thought me and Ms. Lopez are dating?" Everyone looked at each other for a moment when Madison broke the silence, Mikey removed his earphones to listen at what Madison has to say… "Of course we know you two are dating with each other it's just we can't wait for you to to you know…" Madison paused. "Know what?" Ms. Leela asked politely taking Sunny's arm. "What get married?" Mikey cutted. _Everyone looks at Mikey with mouths opened wide_ "Well it was only a guess." Mikey continued while he wore his earphones. Everyone looked at Sunny and Ms. Leela hoping that they won't be disappointed in Mikey's comment about the two couples, Even Sunny couldn't believe at what he heard he fidgeted a little bit and Ms. Leela tried to avoid eye contact to Sunny. "Well...ahem, _looks at his watch_ Oh look at the time!" Sunny faked eclamation. "I gotta go." "Me too!" Ms. Leela answered zipping out the door followed by Sunny leaving the students alone in the gymnasium with eyes widened. "What just happen y'all?" Tamika asked the others with serious confusion. "Tamika, me and all the others in this room we ain't got no idea what just happened." Li'l D replied to Tamika. _Mikey passes Tamika dancing to the music_ "What about Mr. Disco here?" Tamika pointed at Mikey who is still dancing around. "I dunno…" Li'l D gave Tamika a cold shoulder. _Mikey looks back_ "What happened?" said Mikey while he removed his earphones. "Oh nothing, we we're about to leave see ya Mikey…" Eddie answered. "Wait, I'm coming with you guys." Mikey suggested approaching the others. "Why do you want to come with us?" Madison curiously asked. "Nuthin' I just wanna hang out with you guys and give me a tour of the neighbourhood just once, oh and we're still going to the carnival right?" Mikey finished. "Yeah, who wouldn't miss it?" Eddie replied while he followed the others. "Tell me, what's so special about tonight's carnival?" asked Mikey. "Well, first of all the Georgia state fair has a lot of games to play---"Kim was butted by Tamika. "---and prizes to win baby mmm-hmm" Tamika continued. "And the best part is that there are some contests to see who the best of best is!" Phil added. "So you guys can't wait any longer to go and explore huh?" Mikey asked. "Are you kidding, this is the greatest event that the whole town will come crushing in like a parade!" Kam replied. "Why are asking too much question Mikey, you're still coming with us right?" Kim shivered with worries. "Of course I'm coming, but I'm not sure what'll my parents say about it…" Mikey explained. "Hey c'mon man of course they'll agree with ya they wouldn't wanna miss the fair I'm sure of that!" said Li'l D as he gave Mikey a friendly pat in the back. "Thanks, so um…I'll see ya guys later I gotta get home before my dad does _starts running towards bus stop_ Bye!" Mikey runned while waving his hand in the air. "Wait, I'm coming with you! _Starts running towards Mikey_" Madiso called out Mikey and waved goodbye to her classmates. The students had a confused look on their faces they looked at each other and gave each other a cold shoulder and went on their way… _Meanwhile_ Mikey run as fast as he can so he could catch the next stop he sprinted as if something is gaining on him. "Gotta hurry next stop will be until midnight!" Mikey panicked as he rush to the bus stop. "HEY MIKEY,"A female voice called out his name, Mikey looked back to find out who it is, It was Madison she was running, Mikey didn't want her to tire herself out so he stopped… "Hurry next stop will be on midnight! _Starts running with Madison_" Mikey hurriedly reminded her. "Sure thing, c'mon!" Madison grabbed Mikey's hand and zipped to the bus stop. Madison gripped Mikey's hand like a child learning to walk, Mikey fidgeted his arm trying to let go Madison's hard gripped hand Mikey felt himself twitching without any reason in his mind was getting a tingling sensation he felt like he was pushing daisies, Madison felt the same thing once she held his hand she thought she was gonna ride cloud 9 and just float away, Meanwhile in reality both the students rode the bus as soon as it was going to close it's door onto the next stop at midnight Madison and Mikey sat down in the 3**rd row seats near the back so no one could disturb them while they rest and open a conversation. There were no necessary sounds, but the sounds of the engines revving up and people chattering Madison rest her head against her seat while Mikey sat up and approached Mr. Earl and asked… "Mr. Earl?" "Hm?" "Did you ever get a funny feeling that a girl is somewhat falling all over you?" "Sometimes yeah, but I tell you that was a long ago I ain't never gonna get that feeling again, why'd you ask anyway son?" Mr. Earl gave Mikey a smirk. Mikey heart was banging his ribs, but he know he had to tell "Because I had a crush in school today I don't know why, but I got a strange feeling that some likes me not because of fame and fortune but, like me for who I am you understand me right sir?" Mr. Earl stops at the red light and then there was silence… _Fly buzzing_ …I said absolute silence…. _Fly stops buzzing_ "You know son in my days I didn't care about this things the only thing I cared about is sports and my future, y'know I always wanted to be a architect I wanted to design buildings and hotels." Mr. Earl answered Mikey's question. "So, why give up a promising job?" Mikey asked once more. "Well, it didn't go so well and the school never wanted me as an architect ever again, but being a bus driver is an easy going job." Mr. Earl explained. "Hm, well keep up the good work, so do you think i should go out with the girl I've been telling you about?" " I don't know son it's your own decision..." _Bus stops_ "This is your stop son." "_approaches Madison _Madison our stop's here, Madison...Madison...MADISON!" Mikey shrieked. "Huh, What's wrong?" Madison asked while rubbing her eyes "Our stop's here we gotta go." Mikey replied. _Both Madison and Mikey steps out of bus_ (Mikey's POV) I'd never thought i said this but, it was fun being around with Madison she's a kind girl and a heavy sleeper I am on my way home we are walking to the streets of our neighborhood when Madison broke the silence surrounding us... "Mikey?" Madison spoke. "Hm?" "Do you think it's weird when young people go together and get along quite so quickly and then fall in...in..." Madison nervously stammered. "Fall in what?" Mikey stopped walking Madison followed. "...in love..." Madison spoke out. Mikey formed a surprised look, he got concerned about this question. "Well, all I gotta say is that...um..." "Yes?" "All I gotta say is that...everyone falls in love." Mikey answered. "What do you mean?" "Everyone falls in love animals can fall in love, babies can fall in love, heck even machines can fall in love, Why'd you asked the question?" "Oh nothing, it just came out of my mind that's all." "Oh, ok have you ever fall in love?" Mikey asked. (Mikey: Me, fall in love? I'd be happy to answer it but i don't think she'll like the result of it...Well here it goes.) Mikey took a deep sigh and looked at Madison with an ashamed look and answered. "Well...The phrase 'fall in love' happened to me most of the time, but it never showed it's real meaning to me." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, most girls just fall in love with me because of my fame and fortune, but not even one girl fall in love with me for who I am," "And?" Madison waited for Mikey to continue. "And I swore to myself that I will never fall in love with another girl...If they want to fall for me well they could just dream it." Mikey replied. "Oh, you poor thing..." Madison felt a little bit sad while she grabbed Mikey's hand. Mikey felt a strange feeling when Madison held his hand, but he kept his oath and kept his hands to himself, but he felt his heart beating 2x faster he placed his hands to his chest and stepped back from Madison's position. "Mikey are you ok?" Madison began to worry. "Y-yeah I'm ok it's just there was something i need to do back home um...ah...see you at the carnival _runs away_" "Mikey wait!" Madison tried to stop him, but it was to late he went inside his house before she could even say another word. _Door slams open, Mikey closes door and runs to his room_ "HEY MIKEY WHAT'S THE MATTER?!" Mrs. McCarthy saw Mikey rush to his room and hear him lock the door, she got worried and called Mr. McCarthy on the landline. _Mikey's room, Mikey breathing heavily with his hand on his chest_ "I hate this...I can't have this feeling again not this time." Mikey said to himself as he sat on his bed and thinking about the strange feeling he had since e met Madison. TO BE CONTINUED... Sorry for the late postage I got school work to do and a lot of house chores hope you enjoy it Next Episode: Carnival And Dates Pt. 2 End file.	Class of 3000, Friendship, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	39,011	14,030.4
null	Class of 3000 A Harp Doesn’t Need a Clarinet Summary: (Class of 3000) One willing heart can't force the love of another. Racial and financial divides has nothing to do with this one-sided love. Inspired by the summary of the fic Duet for One by Juggalomalice. One-sided TamikaxEddie A Harp Doesn't Need a Clarinet Disclaimer: I don't own Class of 3000. Edward Phillip James Lawrence III a.k.a. Eddie sat in with his head flat on his desk. Tamika had rejected him yet again. Why won't she like me? Edward wondered. Then he remembered the talk yesterday. Yesterday that cemented the fact that Tamika would never love him. _"Hey Tamika," Eddie said and chased after Tamika who kept walking hoping that the rich boy would either trip and lose his memory or just plain give up._ _Eddie finally caught up with her._ _Tamika sighed when she saw that a servant had brought him on a brand new super scooter._ _"Presenting…" the servant started to say._ _"I know who he is," Tamika snapped._ _Eddie gulped. It was already going bad and he had only said two words to her so far._ _"Tamika," Eddie said, "um," he said, "I…"_ _Tamika's eyes grew smaller._ _"I was wondering if…" Eddie tried again._ _"I think Eddie's asking you on a date," Sunny said as he passed by._ _Eddie's face became paler than a sheet._ _Tamika actually looked surprised._ _"Would you?" Eddie asked Tamika._ _Tamika sighed. She wanted to pound him. But at the same time she wanted this coifed rich white boy to know that she wasn't interested. She didn't care that he was rich and white and she was just well off enough and black. Colour, prestige, and money didn't matter to her. If it did she's either go for Eddie because it mattered or Li'l D because it didn't. And for the record, she wasn't interested in Li'l D either._ _Tamika untightened her clenched fists and spoke._ _"No Eddie," Tamika responded softly, "I won't fo on a date with you," she told him._ _"Why not?" Eddie whined, "I can get to you anything you want, provide your every need," he said desperately._ _"I DON'T CARE!" Tamika exploded, "I don't love you, I barely like you right now!" she shouted._ _"But you play the harp, I play the clarinet," Eddie said desperately, "we make beautiful music together," he insisted._ _"A harp doesn't need a clarinet," Tamika snapped at him, "I'm quite fine on my own," she said and stormed._ _But then she turned back._ _"I don't know WHY you insist on being in love with me," Tamika spoke pointedly, "but know this," she hissed, "I will NEVER love you," she told him firmly, "I'll be your friend," she said calmly, "but I'll never love you," she made sure to add._ _Tears flowed down Eddie's cheeks._ _"But I…" Eddie started._ _"MOVE ON!" Tamika roared then stormed off steaming._ _Eddie could only watch his love, his one and only love, walk away. The image blurry from the tear filled eyes watching her go._ "Hey Eddie," Sunny said noticing Eddie's head resting on the desk, "this is no time for sleeping," he told his student. "I'm not sleeping," Eddie said in a tearful voice, "I'm just resting my eyes," he lied. Sunny could pick up in Eddie's voice that he was upset. "Okay," Sunny said slowly as other students looked at Eddie with concern, "when you're less tired, sit up and pay attention, okay?" he said. "Okay," Eddie responded in a small voice. The other students looked at Tamika darkly. But turned their attention back to school work when she made a fist at them. Tamika then looked at Eddie sadly. She did feel bad that the young rich boy was heartbroken. But she couldn't help what happened. She wasn't in love with him. She wasn't the least bit interested in being involved in anything with him that involved them going beyond the bonds of friendship. She said what she said and she was going to stick by it. A Harp Doesn't Need a Clarinet. Simple as That. END This site requires fics not popular enough (to them) to get on the cartoon list by their own merit, to have 100 fics written by us fanfiction writers in order for it to be added. They are around twenty Class of 3000 fics up now. If it's over, it's not by much. That leaves over 70 fics to go. I'm asking anyone with the interest and time to write a Class of 3000 fic to help this uniquely wonderful cartoon to be put on the list. I know some would see this request as pointless but the same thing was done for fics like Atomic Betty, Camp Lazlo, and especially Megas XLR (I have written stories for these cartoons on a different profile). I helped support this cause along with many others and those fics are now on the cartoon list. Perseverance pays off. I plan to write three more Class of 3000 fics and hope readers of this story will help support the cause of getting Class of 3000 to the 100 fic requirement (they usually let it on before a hundred but getting it over fifty or sixty at least should ensure giving Class of 3000 a chance). And those who have already started writing and or posting Class of 3000 fics, thank you. Thank you too to those who just help spread the word. We fans of Class of 3000 really appreciate it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this fic and please review. And yes I was inspired only by the summary of Duet for One. I haven't read the fic yet (plan to today); I'm strange like that. Update: Unfortunately I had to read it on February 26, 2007. That was when I was supposed to post this story but errors at this site kept me from doing so yesterday. So I wasn't able to post this. I'm doing so today and I read Duet for One yesterday. I have to review it today though. But I highly recommend it, it's really good and very deep. End file.	Class of 3000, Angst, Romance	Fanfiction	null	5,674	12,133.8
null	Class of 3000 A Star Is Born "A STAR IS BORN!" _Peachtree city, GA 7:30am_ It was another day for Simon McCarthy Jr. A news anchorman of channel 11 News as he stepped out of the front porch to get the morning newspaper. He stretched his arms and smiled at his day. "Valentine's day, the day of love and kindness..." Simon said as he watched the cheerful children running around with heart-shaped balloons, the love birds chirping with a sweet tune to each other. Simon watched his surrounding and thought of only one thing his wife, Hay-Lin McCarthy, whom he loved since they were still little tykes. Simon gathered the newspaper and went back inside to greet his wife. "Happy Valentine's Day." said Simon as he approached his wife. "Happy Valentine's dear." Hay-Lin replied with a kiss. Simon saw his wife's smiling face, because he knows that he's wife is carrying his soon-to-be son or daughter. "Simon you better go to work it's already a quarter to 8." said Hay-Lin as she gave Simon's breakfast . "I know, but i want to stay with you and our soon-to-be son or daughter." Simon replied. Hay-Lin wrapped her arms around Simon and said, "Now Simon, remember what my dad told you before we left for our honeymoon?" Hay-Lin asked. Simon's eyes were wide opened as he heard his wife's question and had a flashback on that specific event. _(flashback) New Orleans 3:15 PM _ The wedding guests chatted with the newly weds: Simon and Hay-Lin . Hay-Lin's father approached Simon, he wrapped one arm on Simon's shoulders and gave him a friendly advice. "Listen Simon and listen good...If I see my coming back to me with a broken heart, I'm going to hunt you down and break your bones got that?" Hay-Lin's father threatened Simon. "Y-yes s-s-sir..." Simon stammered. Hay-Lin's father smiled at him and pat him on the back without another word. _Flashback ends_ Simon had the face of fear when he remembered her father's advice. "Yup, I remembered it as if he were standing right in front of me." said Simon. After breakfast Simon dressed up for work he wore a blue polo shirt with a white necktie and denim pants, but then he remembered his shoes were at a shoe shop because the neighbour's dog thought that it was a chew toy, so instead of formal shoes he wore his rubber shoes. After all the preparation for work Simon kissed his wife, rode his Chevy and drove off to work. PCNHQ (Peachtree City News Head Quarters) 8:20 am All the news staff hide in every corner of the building waiting for Simon's arrival. Martin who was Simon's friend turned on his camera and put it on LIVE at the entrance of the building, Simon looked around and thought that he was too early for work then suddenly all the staff shouted "SURPRISE!" Simon was overjoyed by the surprise party. "Ladies and Gentlemen meet THE MAN-OF-THE-HOUR!" A computer voice announced as everybody applauded. After the celebration a mysterious phone call rang at the head quarters Simon picked it up and over the intercom and Hay-Lin's voice was on it. "Honey what's wrong?" Simon asked with concern everybody stopped chattering and hear the distress call. "SIMON IT'S TIME!" Hay-Lin panted with a bit of pain, "I'm in the HOSPITAL HURRY!" Hay-Lin screamed. "TIME! Already?" Simon knew what was going on so he ran to his car and drift away the news crew wasn't able to follow him so instead they put it on LIVE broadcast. At the hospital Simon rushed into the emergency room and saw he's wife on the hospital bed Hay-Lin held Simon's hand as hard as she can to ease the pain, Simon on the other hand was worried about his wife. "Hold on dear your almost there." The doctor announced. _After a few hour _ Simon waited outside the ER, he was walking back and forth thinking about his wife and his newly born son/daughter. The door opened a doctor stepped out of the room and called Simon to see his newly born baby. "Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. McCarthy...it's a boy." All the doctors who operated Hay-Lin applauded on the success they' ve done. "What's the baby's name?" A nurse asked. Simon and Hay-Lin answered "Mikey McCarthy. _After a few years..._ Mikey McCarthy was 4 years old and Simon knew he was ready for school. _In a kindergarten shelter_ Simon introduced him to the teacher after a short conversation he was on his way to work, but then Mikey chased him and hugged him tight. "Mikey what's wrong?" Simon asked. "I DON'T WANT TO STAY!" Mikey shrieked and cried to his father. Simon felt sorry for leaving Mikey he confronted him. "Mikey your growing up, and you need to learn, I'm gonna come back here and pick you up ok?" said Simon. "Where are you going?" Mikey asked while sniffing and wiping his tears away. Simon hated lying, but it was the only way... "I'm going to 'school' just like you." "Really?" "Yeah really." Mikey understood him and gave him one final hug. After Mikey's tantrum issue Simon drove off to work. _After school_... Simon went to Mikey's school, he saw children running around the playground he went inside the school building only to find that Mikey is being scolded by the teacher. "What is going on here?" Simon exclaimed. "Your son, Mikey has destroyed school property!" The teacher answered. "BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Mikey confessed. "Wait, what did he destroyed?" "The television." Simon saw the television in a dishevelled form and chuckled. "Mikey why did you destroyed it?" "Because I wanted to know how all the people fit inside a little box" "I guess there's been a little misunderstanding eh ma'am?" The teacher laughed a bit because she knew she had the same experience when she was little. _After another few years..._ Mikey was 6 years old and he was grade 1 at this level he had the greatest experience in life... "All right class, we are gong to have a school program coming up this weekend and I'm going to call out names of students who will join the program ok?" The teacher explained. "OK" the students replied. "Ok, Jessica, Regina, Robert, J.R., Kyle and Mikey." The teacher called out. Mikey was surprised when he heard his name he and the other students approached the teacher and sat down for the announcement. "Ok class in this program we will have a small play entitled "The Sandman" and I want all of you to act out as any character you want ok?" The teacher announced. "I pick the fairy!" Jessica answered. "I pick the guard!" Robert followed. Everyone picked their specific character, but only one character was left out and that was the sandman. "Ok we only have one character left so Mikey you will play as Mr. Sandman ok?" "Sandman? Why would I be a monster?" Mikey asked. "Oh no, the sandman is not a monster he is also a fairy who carries a sandbag and spreads it to those people who are awake to go to sleep." The teacher explained. " Oh so he's like a sleep maker huh?" "Exactly." The teacher replied. And so the students practiced all day for the school program and the benefit for all parents who are going to watch. "Ok good practice kids especially you Mikey." "Me?" "Yes, you make a good sandman, and maybe someday you might be an actor in Hollywood." _An actor in Hollywood? _This comment led Mikey to his true calling, but dreams would have to wait because Mikey knows his going to get serious about the program. _The show..._ It was the moment of truth, the real deal, Mikey's heart was beating like a steam train's wheels turning. "Ok students, this is our time to shine so go out there and make me proud!" The teacher happily cheered p the little actors and actress. As the lights shine to the stage, and people's camera were ready to record and then the action starts, the first setting was a beautiful garden filled with elves, the fairy (played by Jessica) and her servant (played by Regina) were walking to the village as she look at everyone playing cheerfully, but when night falls the guard (Played by Robert) was not much of a sleeper so all he does is roam around the village with the fairy and her servant until the Sandman man came and scolded them for staying awake all night, the ghost of the village (played by J.R.) haunts everybody and encourages them to stay awake and have fun. The sandman never like the ways of the everyone when he accidentally puts everyone to sleep forever. The sandman's mentor (played by Kyle) never liked the ways of the sandman so when the sandman's power was taken from him the sandman need to find a way to wake everyone up before they sleep for an eternity. At the end of the play the sandman took water from the river and splashed it to all the sleeping people. After a long night the awards came in and Mikey was nominated best in acting. The crowd applauded the children and the children bowed to the crowd. At this time MIkey kept his talent in good shape at the age of 10 his father applied him in Hollywood, California to become an actor and so his acting career began at such a young age Mikey's performance amazed all the teens in America, at the age of 11 Mikey began to played a left-handed guitar he thought himself and his parents considered him a gifted child, but all of the paparazzi and fans annoyed Mikey even all talk shows made him almost lose his voice, so by the age of 12 Mikey signed a contract that he will never act for another three years, the fans cried as Mikey left the state, but Mikey gave one final word "I'll miss you Hollywood, I promise I will come back..." Mikey said to himself as he entered the private plane and flew to his home country Peachtree city, GA, but before he arrive at the state he changed his name to Preston McArthur, and he disguised himself with a black hat, eyeglasses and polo shirt. Mikey had achieved his dream, but it seems that his dream wasn't ready for a child actor... End file.	Class of 3000, Family, Humor	Fanfiction	null	9,822	11,799.2
null	Class of 3000 1. The Beginning I was again daydreaming, and came with this idea of a first story, and will be EddieXTamika later in the story. * * * The Magic of Dragons There was a normal day at Atlanta, Georgia's Westley School, but at another place, there was another hidden world of magic and love. In it, it was only spring, flowers everywhere, the sun shining in the sky, plants along with flowers everywhere. On a hill, watching the sunset wore two real dragons. One black and one golden yellow. The two had stayd there thinking about the outside world, and about the fact that there is'nt much love in the world. The yellow one says "I wonder if the outside world has love in it, Satia." SATIA: I don't think so, Domo. DOMO: If we can just bring one couple together, if atleast one loves the other. SATIA: Yeah... hey, I think there is a couple ! And Satia springs her wings and takes off, Domo too in a hurry and asks "What're you doing ? Where are you going ??" SATIA: Patience, I think there is a couple out there worth the try. A dark girl, and a light boy. DOMO: Excuse me ?? SATIA: I will tell you later, all I know is that the couple is at Atlanta, Georgia's Westley School ! DOMO: Where ?? SATIA: We've gotta get to Atlanta. DOMO: Aha... * * * What do you think ? Please read and review and let me know if I should continue the story, and I promise it'll be EddieXTamika. 2. Chapter 2 Here's chapter 2. It's kind of long, but still, hope you all like it, and thanks for the review. * * * The two dragons just flyed in Atlanta. DOMO: I don't think this is such a good idea, Satia. SATIA: All we gotta do is find that couple, and bring them together. DOMO: It's easyer to be said than done. SATIA: Nothing worth while ever is. DOMO: Hey, why don't we say hello to them and introduce ourselfs first ? SATIA: Okay. DOMO: _I bet she did'nt even thaught of that._ It was morning. At the Westley School, the class we all know: Li'l D, Kim, Kam, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika and Eddie wore at the music classroom with their famous teacher, Sunny Bridges, who begins with checking if every student is here at his papers. SUNNY: Li'l D ? LI'L D: (rises his hand) SUNNY: Kim ? KIM: Here. SUNNY: Kam ? KAM: Here. As he continued, outside, just to the left of the kids at a window appeard the two dragons so soon. They wore small enough to crouch down under the window. DOMO: I don't like this. SATIA: Me neither, but we've gotta try ! To bring real love in this part of the world. DOMO: Okay... so, who's the couple ? SATIA: Ah... DOMO: We got here for nothing ? SATIA: No, no, I knew, I just can't remember, that's all. DOMO: Hey, who is that boy ? Looks familiar. (looking at Eddie) SATIA: I think you've seen him when you used to look throughout this place two years ago. DOMO: Oh, right, right. And he seemd to have a love interes in that girl over there. (refering to Tamika) SATIA: Wait a minute, that's them ! DOMO: Them ?? I don't think so, the girl did'nt seem interestet in him. SATIA: Don't tell me negatives, don't'ch you sence she's in love secretly ? DOMO: Hm... not really. SATIA: Ch... come on. We should atleast give it a try. While talking, before Sunny could get down to bussness, he hears voices from the window. The kids do too and turn their sight to the window. The dragons wore crouched so that they couldn't see them. Sunny walks to the window asking himself "Who the hell is making that noise ?" Satia than shouts betwin whispers "Oh oh, they've heard us ! QUICK !! HIDE !!" And pushed him in the nearby bushes, and she also dashed in the opposite in a bush, just as Sunny opens the window to look. After looking, he asks himself "I could've swear I heard someone talkin'." Li'l D suggests "Maybe it was them kids again." Sunny says "Yeah, maybe." Before closeing the window and walking back to his desk. Satia and Domo come out and resume talking. DOMO: Man, you've almost got us caught ! SATIA: Don't be such a scaredy cat, when the school will be over, we shall take them on the journey of their lives. DOMO: Oh, yeah, right. And how're we gonna do that ? SATIA: Simple. By letting them ride us. DOMO: Huh ? SATIA: It's obvious it's the only way. Maybe... not at first but... maybe take them at the borders of our world, and enjoy their time. Maybe, in the part where it's still beautyful, and not too many dragons are there. DOMO: Great, now I'm gonna have a couple of kids riding on my back like some horse or something. SATIA: If it's a horse, it's a horse, but a speedy flying one. DOMO: Right, right. SATIA: And, the girl will be riding me. DOMO: _Thank god. _So, how're we gonna meet them ? SATIA: When they will walk back home. DOMO: Hmm... not a bad idea. SATIA: Than that settles it. We're going to meet them at newn, or... something like that... anyway. If we are to strenghten our chances, we're gonna have to pretend to be a couple. DOMO: WHAT ?? (severely blushes) Ih... I... mean... ah... we're just friends, we're not a couple ! SATIA: (also slightly blushes) Just act and improvise, can you do that ? DOMO: Yeah, I think. SATIA: And mimic their personality. DOMO: Oh, sure, right. SATIA: I mean, we even match in colour. You're yellow, that boy's yellow, I think. I'm black, the girl's ah... almost black, you know what I mean, we just need to get their personalities, and I think I know what they are. DOMO: Why are you so calm with this anyway ? SATIA: Trust me, I did this a long time before. Later in the day, when the classroom was just about to go seperate ways home, Satia was there with Domo hidden behind a bush. SATIA: Okay, I'm going in first, wish me luck ! (and dashes) DOMO: Who... wha... what ?? Domo was thinking of other things, and totally not aware of what's happening. She takes a few steps from the bushes and stops saying "Good afternoon !" as the kids turn to her and stare almost scared. SATIA: I've been in the neighbourhood lately, so I thought I'd say hello. The kids remain staring. Both she and Domo are 3 meters in height, and almost over. She than thaught "Mimick her personality... and accent." as she looks down, the kids are still staring with their mouths almost open. SATIA: So, are we just gonna stand here and stare, or are we gonna talk ? (they kept staring) Ohhkay... (turns her head behind) Yo ! DOMO !! DOMO: (from the bushes) What ? SATIA: What do you mean what ? Get over here ! DOMO: No way ! Do you think they will just greet you like a normal every-day person or something ?! SATIA: Not really... _I hope I'm not gonna screw this up._ She looks back at the kids, who wore still staring wide eyed. SATIA: (sighs) Look, I'm not gonna cause trouble, I'm just here to say hello and get to know one another. I know, you probably never saw a dragon before, but we're quite famous here. LI'L D: Say what-now ?! SATIA: Say that, Li'l D. LI'L D: She knew my name ! (to the others) SATIA: _I think I'll make it a good one._ LI'L D: Girl, how'd'ch you know my name ?! SATIA: Guessed. PHIL: (excited) I... I can't believe it !! A real dragon ! KIM: Since when do you know about dragons ? PHIL: Ah... always ? DOMO: Oh, sure Satia, you think you're so smart. SATIA: Don't mind my friend, Domo. He's kind of spoild. DOMO: Am not ! The kids could'nt help but giggle. SATIA: Move it or lose it, Domo ! She got an african annoyid accent, and right. Tamika makes an odd, but clever smile and eyes. DOMO: Way to go with the accents, sure helps. Get outta here and wake me up in 1500 years. SATIA: Say what ? DOMO: I said...- SATIA: I know what'ch you said ! TAMIKA: You' alright, girl. What'ch yo' name ? SATIA: Satia. I've seen you all kids before. You're Tamika. TAMIKA: Right on ! SATIA: You're Eddie. EDDIE: Hey, you do know ! SATIA: Yeah. You're Madison. MADISON: She knew my name ! (excited and happy) SATIA: Aha... you're Philly Phil. PHIL: I can't believe I'm actually talking to a real dragon ! SATIA: Aha... And you two are Kim and Kam. KAM: Is that really obvious ? SATIA: No. DOMO: Right on, NO ! Is that your answer to everything ? SATIA: Domo, I know that'ch you're a pinhead, but really, come and meet the kids here. And Domo comes out complaining. His golden colour shining at the sun surprises the kids. He steps to Satia's left and she whispers in his ear: SATIA: Come on, improvise ! WORK WITH ME HERE !! (shoutet in whisper) DOMO: Me mimicking that kid ? No way. I'm not good. SATIA: At least try, maybe you'll succeed. DOMO: (sighs) SATIA: (turns back to the kids) Ahem... so, me and my... friend here... DOMO: (mumbles something) SATIA: Rr... would like a tour of this city, if you don't mind. They all look at each other, than at the dragons and nodd. SATIR: I told you they will agree ! DOMO: You never did... SATIA: Shh. Improviisse... DOMO: Yeah... yeah. KIM: Sure, we can give you two a tour, we don't mind. Right, guys ? KAM: Yeah, but that dragon is really golden. KIM: I know, right ? LI'L D: (to the dragons) All you gotta do is follow us. Come on ! And the group starts walking followed by the dragons, who stay behind just enough to talk so they won't hear them. SATIA: See ? I told you it'll work. DOMO: Yeah, yeah. So, about your plan with this couple thing... SATIA: and we'll try to make it so that we'll take Tamika and Eddie. You take Eddie on your back, I'm gonna take Tamika. DOMO: How are we gonna take only them ? There are at least... seven of them ! SATIA: Don't worry, I think I know. When our home is the most spectacular ? DOMO: Night ? SATIA: So, we're gonna take them at night. DOMO: Yeah, and how are we gonna find them ? You don't expect them to be nocturnal or something. SATIA: Wait... change of plans. We'll mention that only couples are allowed there, after the tour is finished DOMO: Like that will work. SATIA: First, you gotta talk in Eddie's accent, come on ! Talk ! DOMO: Ah... howdi. SATIA: NOT cowboy, heard how he talks ? Southern accents DOMO: I don't like southern accents, they're too mixed up. SATIA: (gets in his face) You're not helping here ! DOMO: Okay, okay, but you'll be sorry. I'm bad at doing other people's accents. Not to mention personality. SATIA: (gets out of his face) Good, we'll start when the tour will be over. DOMO: Wait a minute, she may be a voluptuous kind of girl, no way she'd be falling for Eddie ! SATIA: I think you're right, but... maybe, try to bring out the peace, 'cause inside her very heart, I know she is sweet and sensitive. DOMO: I guess. SATIA: Good, go along with the crowd. (walks further closer to the kids and looks around) Hm, a lot of cement. DOMO: (to himself)Why the heck do I gotta take orders from her ? (walks closer) _Man, I hope she doesn't lose it and starts singing 'Can you feel the Love tonight' or something._ * * * I think I can end it here until I get more ideas, I think I'll be doing more than 10 chapters. 3. Chapter 3 Some minutes later, the group was walking in town with every single people staring at the two dragons who look around. SATIA: Nice place. DOMO: Indeed... (comes and whispers in Satia's ear) You think we should ask them more about themselves? SATIA: I think we should. And she dashes forward hitting Domo with her tail in the process. She steps in front of the group and asks "Hey, kids, tell us about yourselves, if you would! Hey, Tamika, how about you go first?" TAMIKA: Uh... SATIA: Uhm... what instrument do you play? TAMIKA: The harp. SATIA: Really? DOMO: (comes by Satia's side) You forgot to say 'please'! SATIA: (annoyid)Thank you very much. TAMIKA: I can say is that if anyone messes with me, I'll show 'em why prove it or move is my used word! LI'L D: (giggles) And Tamika threatens him with her fist, and he stops giggling and pretends to be interested in something else. SATIA: _Oh, yeah! That's it! Now..._ Ahem... And she was about to speak when Domo interrupted her whispering in her ear. DOMO: I don't think she is at all attracted to Eddie. SATIA: Oh, I told you, I can feel hidden love when I feel it! DOMO: Yeah, you can feel when you feel it. SATIA: It's locked. DOMO: Get outta here. SATIA: (turns to the kids) Ahem... so, Domo here told me to suggest you to visit our world. You're gonna like it. MADISON: Will we have fun?! SATIA: Ah... sure, yeah. DOMO: (whispers in her ear) WHAT?? I thought you said we're only gonna take the...- SATIA: Settle down, I know what I'm doing. So, to get on. you kids wore telling about yourselves. Uhm, Eddie, how about you tell about yourself? EDDIE: Okay, well, I can say that I play the clarinet very well, and the trombone. DOMO: Tro-what?? SATIA: Don't mind him. DOMO: Yeah, don't mind m... heey! SATIA: Okay, and...- DOMO: (pulls her away a little from the group and says to them) Will you excuse us for a minute? (and turns his head back to her) I think memories are coming back to me. Eddie seemd attractet to her for her... looks. SATIA: That's fake love, Domo. If we are to get them together, there must be real love, not just for how she looks, but for her inside! For WHO she is inside! Now, I've got to talk with them. And she turns back to the group and resumes, while Domo mumbles her words annoyid. Than widens eyes as something directly bumbs into his face and falls down. It was another golden dragon the size of his head who says "Hey, Domo! Where's my cousin??" he says "What are you doing here, Ranico?" Satia looks behind and asks "Ranico??" the small dragon gets up and walks to her while saying "I've been looking for you all the day! Have you've got any idea how many times have I told you to ALWAYS TAKE ME WHEN YOU'RE GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE!!" SATIA: Must've slipped my mind. RANICO: Oh, you'll slip more when I get my hands on you! (looks at the kids) Well, look what I'm seeing! KAM: Your cousin? SATIA: Yup. RANICO: Look at you two! You make the cutest couple!! TAMIKA: And just who are you talking about? RANICO: Oh, I'm talking about...- He couldn't finish 'cause Satia just shut his mouth with her left claws and says "Don't mind him. He's as crazy as Domo." DOMO: Yes, he's as crazy as... hey, wait a minute! The kids again, couldn't help but giggle. SATIA: I think he'd seen too many love struck dragons. RANICO: (mumbles loudly in her claws) SATIA: You know what? I think I've met a couple of kids in love right at your school. The kids get more confused. MADISON: How come? LI'L D: Yeah, I ain't seen any other kids in love! SATIA: (takes a breath) I think it's... AAU!! Ranico just bit her hand to get it away from his mouth and says "I'm running out of air here! Okay, where was I?" And Ranico steps closer to the group and seems to study them and says "Now, what do we have here? Hmm... standing on two legs, dressed up like nerds and..." he was facing Tamika, who just raised her fist and shouts "What'ch you call me?!" and Ranico flew onto Satia's snout holding onto it and says "NOTHING!! Don't hurt me!" Domo whispers into Satia's ear "See what I mean?" Satia rolls over her eyes and pushes Ranico down who says "Domo, what do you mean by 'see what I mean'? What, you're inspecting her or something?" she makes an odd and angry look in the same time, as Satia pushes them away saying to the group "I think they've got a little confused." and turns to them and says "Alright, Ranico. Listen up. Do you know what power is the most powerful?" RANICO: Ah... love? SATIA: Exactly, and, in this land there is love or not? RANICO: Not from where I'm standing. SATIA: So, me and Domo are here to somehow, unite the two kids together and bring real love in this place. RANICO: OOOOH! Good, 'cause you two confuse me. LI'L D: Bring what kids together? DOMO: (hops once from freaking out) Uh... we're just talking about how caterpillars lay eggs in our ears. Satia and Ranico remain staring at Domo, Satia almost drops her mouth. RANICO: Do I have caterpillars in my ears? KAM: One time, that happened to me, when I...- DOMO: It did, huh? RANICO: First, we can act! Hey, Satia, you can put on a costume! SATIA: HUH? What costume? RANICO: Oh, sure, go on, put on a costume so you can act like a magical pixie horse every day! YUCK!! DOMO: If you'd do that, I would go get a camera. The kids again giggle, except for both Eddie and Tamika, who are kind of confused. SATIA: Shut up. KAM: Anyway, I think we should get home right now. SATIA: You're right, we'll see ya again tomorrow... ah... I think. And she takes off, followed by Ranico and Domo. A while later, they stopped to talk on a building. SATIA: Okay, things are getting a little complicated. RANICO: And you're asking the kids. Wow. Talk about blind leading the blind. DOMO: Wait a second, Satia. Do you realise that if they step onto our world, when the Transforming Elixir is active, they will be turned into...- SATIA: I know, I know, but that happens only once a year and happened some weeks ago! DOMO: How do you know? We can't even figgure if it's active or not. SATIA: I'm sure it's not active now. RANICO: Did anyone ever told you that you're bossy? SATIA: (makes an annoyed look) RANICO: Oh, yeah, just call the painters and make them paint an artistic writing with X'es and O's! And dance histerically like some caughtet dancer or something. SATIA: Whatever. Hey, I think I know how to get only the ones we want! DOMO: How? RANICO: Yeah, except that it'll scratch up your teeth. SATIA: Don't go there. DOMO: Okay, I guess it's settled then. SATIA: Tomorrow, we shall thrill their hearts. DOMO: Excuse me?? SATIA: Never mind. 4. Chapter 4 The next day, at about the time when the kids would leave the school and go home, the three dragons: Domo, Satia and Ranico wore on the same building they wore yesterday. DOMO: Okay, now what? SATIA: I think we should request for a ride. DOMO: Yeah, and I'm in the bottom of the hovered food chain. RANICO: Dude, you're always down there. DOMO: A...- SATIA: Stop arguing. RANICO: I'm a speaker! I communicate with my mouth. SATIA: If I had longer claws, I'd communicate all over you, now zip it! RANICO: (mumbles in mimicking her annoyed) SATIA: I think we can take them for a thrilling ride. RANICO: WHAT?! That's disgusting! Ah... you wore talking to me? SATIA: (sighs) And they look just in time as the kids wore going separate ways home. DOMO: Wait, I think I have an idea! SATIA: Oh, please...(annoyed) DOMO: I'll get 'em together! And Domo takes off diving down while Satia shouts "No, WAIT! Oh, man, he's gonna ruin everything!" RANICO: What's to ruin? Except to engage in the combat, fight all eternity, and win, and be supported by the power of faith! SATIA: (looks at him bored) RANICO: What? Can't I have a hobby?? SATIA: (sighs) As Eddie was walking the street, someone called him, making stop and widen eyes. He looks to his right and sees a waving, and decides to investigate. Just as Domo came from a bush saying "Hey, how's it going?" EDDIE: Huy, ah... DOMO: Domo. EDDIE: I'm good, you? DOMO: I have a surprise for you? EDDIE: A surprise? DOMO: Follow me! And he trots in the opposite, followed. Domo reaches an edge of the city, and when Eddie walked and saw, he gasps: it was a sight of a large beautiful valley with a forest to the left and a river leading from the right to the forest. And it looked like the sunset could be seen there. EDDIE: I didn't noticed this before! DOMO: That's 'cause it was hidden! Man, you gotta see this place at night! EDDIE: It's amazing! Tamika's gonna love this! I hope... DOMO: Ah, you're in love. EDDIE: I am not! DOMO: Hey, hey, I'm not making fun here. And seems that Tamika doesn't like you. EDDIE: Yeah, I just can't understand why. I mean, I've done so much for her, I even bought her expensive gifts and she wouldn't even notice. DOMO: Eddie, ever thought that through gifts and other things are not the way to make her like you? EDDIE: Uh... make her jealous? DOMO: Nohohoo, that's not the way, you just need to be yourself, buddy. Don't act like a different person and give her gifts and all, just be yourself, and tell her how you feel. EDDIE: I can't... what if she won't even talk to me? DOMO: My friend, Satia, keeps telling that she loves you too, but secretly, I forgot to ask her why secretly when it's obvious you're in love with her. EDDIE: Actually, I think I am. DOMO: That's my point. Hey, try to show her this, and maybe, I don't know, explore that valley, 'cause there's no danger, no worries. I'm sure, I've already checked! Well, see ya later. Good luck! And with that he takes off and lands on the building where the two dragons wore. SATIA: You just disabled the magical delusional force-field of our borders, didn't you? DOMO: Yup! SATIA: But, that could work. DOMO: You wore about to bring them to our place, anyway, why Tamika would love Eddie in secret? 'Cause it's obvious he loves her too! SATIA: Because, I think she would expect Eddie to cheat on her. DOMO: Excuse me? RANICO: No, daah! SATIA: A lot of them do that, so she wouldn't take a chance. But, I think it's worth it now, considering how hard Eddie tried to make her love him. DOMO: Yeah... And down, Eddie was just bringing Tamika over there who shouts "This had better be worth my time, Eddie! I've got more important things to..." and widens eyes at what she sees. The sight was too beautiful to ignore. EDDIE: What do you think? TAMIKA: It's beautiful! She said with a smile and like it was normal for her to admire something, wich surprised him. The three dragons won't even blink. They wore on a large building closer. EDDIE: Is it really that beautiful? TAMIKA: Yeah, why wouldn't it? EDDIE: Wondering. Domo was getting inpatient. DOMO: Gotta get in the mood! C'mon, c'mon, C'MON!! SATIA: Will you shut up?! They're getting to it! DOMO: (dives down) SATIA: Doooh!! RANICO: Hey, can I take his place in the phrases now? Eddie kept looking at her with only his eyes hopeless. He didn't knew if he should tell her how he felt or not, and he thinks "C'mon, you can tell her! What's so hard?" he was already getting stressed, while she continues to look at the valley amazed. Than, she notices Eddie's stressed look, turns to him asking "Hey, what's wrong?" EDDIE: Nothing! TAMIKA: C'mon, you know you can tell me. And she also puts her right hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch a little, but he looked even more surprised, as both lock eyes, and when he was about to say something, Domo appeared behind saying "That's so beautiful!" which made both freak out. EDDIE: WHAT'S BEAUTIFUL?! The sight? DOMO: Ah... YEAH!! The sight of that valley, amazing! Just thought I'd drop by. TAMIKA: It is beautiful. DOMO: You think? TAMIKA: I had to admit it, don't I? DOMO: Yeah, everyone has confessions to make. Oh, dear, so hard. Hey, Eddie, what's your confession? If you have any. EDDIE: Well... I... nothing. DOMO: Nothing. EDDIE: Mhm. DOMO: Very well, if you say so. How about we drop and explore that beauty, huh? EDDIE: Well, I don't know, I...- Before he could finish, Domo just pushed Eddie off the edge, Tamika rushed to the sight from where he fell, and got pushed also by Domo. Satia and Ranico wore watching, Satia nods sideways annoyed, as Ranico was excited. While coming to the ground, Eddie rolld two times before landing on his abdomen, Tamika also rolled and landed to his left side, as she rises up and shouts "Wait 'till I get muh hands on you!" Domo was wagging his tail thinking "Temper, temper." Satia spread her wings and took off saying "That's enough!" Ranico shouts "Hey, where do you think you're going?!" and also took off following. Eddie and Tamika wore just getting up as Satia flew down saying "Excuse my friend, he's a bit... ah..." RANICO: Pushy? SATIA: Yeah, whatever. TAMIKA: Girl, you better stop me from giving him a beat down! As she walked some steps to the cliff, she stopped to look back and say "No, seriously, girl. You better stop me, he's a dragon!" SATIA: Go on, back when he was younger, he was afraid of his own shadow. TAMIKA: Noo! Really? And she couldn't help but laugh, Ranico appeared tired shouting "HEY!! (pants) I'm not a motor engine, you know!" Eddie asks while Tamika seems entertained "Motor engine??" Satia shouts "He gets a little confused every now and than, mostly just rational." Domo jumps in between Eddie and Tamika shouting "Guys, there is something you must see! Follow me!" and dashes in the forest. Tamika takes some steps in running, stops and shouts "Eddie, c'mon!" surprisingly excited, and follows. Satia pushes Eddie and he starts running along with her who says "I hope he has a surprise." Ranico barely runs and shouts "I'm not designed for this! I wanna limo!" they wore now running through the forest, Domo shouting "This will be fun!" Eddie says "Yeah, fun!" when they got out of the forest, they stopped at the edge of what seemed to be large cliff, and Eddie asks "Where are they taking us?" Tamika didn't had the slightest idea, the sight was almost the same, except for a longer river and more patches of small forests, Domo is heard saying "Oh, to a special place in our world, called (appears in between the two) the Dragon Realm!" and retreats his head as sudden, Tamika asks "The realm of what?" and Domo swoops in suddenly under Eddie, making him mount Domo as he says "Better prepare for the journey of a lifetime!" and takes off while Eddie holds onto his neck shouting. Satia did the same with Tamika and says "Now that's what I call an adventure!" and takes off in the air. Ranico just appeared saying "Oh, great! Well, I hope flying is the least to my exhaustion." and he takes off. Eddie is holding on tightly to Domo's neck, as he glided forward through the air, and eyes closed tight. But as he opens them, he slowly lets go of his grip and slowly rises from his position, and seeing that what appeared to be scary, is actually amazing. For Tamika, it was no exception, Domo starts "Ah, feel that breeze! Oh, can't you just feel the love tonight?!" SATIA: Tonight indeed. It's not even sunset, dummy! It's afternoon! DOMO: Your point? RANICO: My point here! Is anyone listening to me?! SATIA: Not really. DOMO: Hey, I bet you don't see this on animal planet! EDDIE: Or any other channel! I never seen such a sight in my life! TAMIKA: _Me neither!_ DOMO: Okay, hold on, it's gonna be bumpy! 5. Chapter 5 The dragons dive down, followed by Ranico who shouts "You know very well I'm not used to flying so high! I'll get noxious!" SATIA: Well, you always get noxious! And they turn to the right and after a few seconds, fly in front of a large and very tall waterfall, Ranico made a stop at it, until realising they've gone without him, and he accelerates after them. They fly down and through a forest. Ranico says "Hey, I'm getting used to this!" right before bumping into a tree. Tamika says "He just bumped into a tree!" Satia says "I know!" Between laughter. As they fly to a spot in the woods that is less full of trees also with a river, they land and on their abdomens, clearly telling them to unmount, Domo says "I'll go first! We'll let you two explore a little, than we'll come back to get you guys." Eddie after he unmounted Domo, says "Thanks!" Domo and Satia get up, Satia says "We have some things to do, we'll come back to pick you up after 5 minutes or so." DOMO: Yes, after 5 minutes! SATIA: C'mon. And the two dragons fly away, just as Ranico appeared rolling some times forward and ending on his abdomen and says "Man..." he gets up and freaks at the sight of the two and says "Where did Satia and Domo got to??" Eddie says "I think they went that way." RANICO: (gets up) Man, what a roll. Hey, Tamika, with that look you should be a modest! TAMIKA: I SHOULD BE A WHAT?! (threatening with her fist as she talked that) RANICO: (hides under his arms) Whatever you WANT!! Please don't hurt me! TAMIKA: Good. RANICO: (gets up and looks at the river) Look! Shiny things in that river! The two look behind at the river, and see that indeed, there wore shiny things swimming in there, and they rush to the river. RANICO: Hey, there really are shiny things in there! Domo and Satia are behind a bush watching. DOMO: So, I think your plan about us acting like a couple and like them screwed up, 'cause I came up with a better idea! She says "Nice job, lizard!" and hits him playfully in the head with her right hand. He says "You think you're so smart, don't'ch you?" SATIA: Man, I hope my crazy cousin doesn't screw up everything! DOMO: Well, you know that old saying: when the smaller relative acts, the bigger can cry. SATIA: That's it, no more fortune tellings for you. And they continue looking, while Ranico seems to be fooling around scratching the back of his left horn, while Eddie and Tamika wore leaned down on the ground looking in the water. There wore shiny fish that looked more dragon-formed, with the head shaped almost like a dragon's, large fins and tail, and a sheer crest on their backs. They wore no longer than six cm in length, and they wore shining yellow. There wore black with their abdomens shining white, and yellow that shine yellow. Ranico came in between Eddie and Tamika saying "Hey, talk about shiny, huh?" EDDIE: What are they? RANICO: Dragon-fish! They both look odd at him. RANICO: You know. Comes from cat-fish, dog-fish, oh, forget it. TAMIKA: Is this place magical or somethin'? RANICO: I believe it is. Satia says to Domo "Oh, I hope it'll be enough to make even kings and vagabonds believe in love!" DOMO: You sound more and more like that song! SATIA: What? It's perfect. I really wished it'll be night right now, it's close to sunset anyway. DOMO: Okay, now you're obsessed. SATIA: So not! DOMO: So do! SATIA: So not! DOMO: So do. SATIA: So NOT!! And she jumps and bites Domo on his neck. Their fighting attracts the trio's attention, Tamika asks "Who's makein' that noise?" before she and Eddie get up, turning around to see Satia jumping on Domo biting him out of the bush. Ranico steps infront shouting "Will you two cut that out?!" Satia was on top of Domo biting on his neck while he trys to bite her back, and the two roll over to their left and Domo is on top of her, but she's still biting his neck. Tamika shouts "Guys, do I need to come over there and give you both a beat down?!" Domo rolls down on his left side with her and pushes her away from him and shouts while getting up "She started it!" Tamika shouts "It doesn't matter who started it, as long as we all get along, okay?" Satia and Domo say in unison "Okay." she says "Good." EDDIE: Tamika? You stopped them fighting! TAMIKA: (turns to him) Well, I had to do something, don't I? EDDIE: Well... yeah... RANICO: Satia, didn't your parents ever taught you not to fight with other dragons? You could get hurt! DOMO: We weren't actually fighting, we wore just... RANICO: (makes a clever look, clearly stating what he thinks they wore doing.) DOMO: Dooh... uh... it's not what you think! RANICO: Ah, love is in the air! SATIA: Oh, real mature. RANICO: Domo and Satia sitting in a tree, TAMIKA: Mature indeed. RANICO: K-I-S-S-I-N... a... N... DOMO: Anyway, TAMIKA: Hold on here! Wore you two stalkin' us? DOMO: What?! Nooh, we wore just flying until misses know-it-all here got a little obsessed! SATIA: Excuse me, I like to go with the odds. DOMO: Right, let's just get outta here, and leave them to explore. And he jumps and flys away, Satia also follows. Ranico starts saying "Tamika and Eddie sitting in a tree," Tamika crosses arms around her chest looking mad at him, while he flys continuing "K-I-S-S-I-N... ah... OH, NOT AGAIN!!" Tamika mumbles "Real mature..." EDDIE: So... Tamika... would you like to... I mean me and you... you know, have a look at this place and maybe, see something we haven't seen in our lives... if you want...? She thinks for a minute, than decides and gos along, turning around and saying "Okay." cracking a smile. EDDIE: You will?! TAMIKA: Sure! She was already sounding charmed, not to mention her look, but she than freaks with fear and turns her look to fear for a second, than to angry and says "But you better watch yo' step!" also pointing with her finger to him, he says "Okay..." nervous. She than walks forward passed him almost in a flirtatious stance, which made him confused and willing in the same time, but nevertheless, follows her. The three dragons wore secretly watching behind the same bush. RANICO: Did you two see how she talked to him and walked by him?! SATIA: I guess my instincts wore right, she is in love with him secretly. DOMO: The way she responded 'sure' was kind of charming, than if you looked at her closely, she flinched before saying that he better watch his step! SATIA: And the way she walked by him, clearly like a mating introduction! DOMO: I think we'll just have to see more if we are to confirm it. RANICO: Yeah, Tamika and Eddie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N... oh, maan! SATIA: _Real mature..._ 6. Chapter 6 Eddie and Tamika wore walking around the forest looking around, there wore mostly dragonflies flying above the grass. There wore black and yellow dragonflies, the realm seemed to mimic them, as two particular dragonflies wore flying around close to one another and at occasions touching, which caught Eddie's attention, who reminded him that he needs to tell her now how he felt. He stopped and called her name, she stopped too and asked "Yes?" EDDIE: There is something that I need to tell you. TAMIKA: Yes? EDDIE: I don't know how to say this but... I... Ranico was behind a bush far enough so they won't hear, and he started "Oh, Tamika, I'm Eddie, and I love you so muUUuch!" Eddie was stuck in words, he didn't had enough courage to tell her, and he just said "Just that I...(sighs) I think we should move along." she says "You know, that was just what we wore doing, c'mon." and she walks forward. He sighs not in relief, but in disappointment, and follows. Ranico says "Ah, dammit! Man, Eddie is such fearful! Satia appears above him saying "Hold your scales, Tamika is of a voluptuous and aggressive type, but I can sense that deep down inside, she has a locked and never before seen side of her." RANICO: And that's...? SATIA: Soft and sensitive. RANICO: Riiight. SATIA: Seriously, I can feel if that side will be unlocked, she will be as sweet and delicate as a flower. RANICO: Not again with the delicate flowers. SATIA: I'm serious! She will be very kind and generous if that side is unlocked, so we're gonna have to unlock it. RANICO: How the heck are we gonna do that?! SATIA: I don't have the slightest idea. RANICO: (bursts in laughter) SATIA: Shut up. Tamika and Eddie just reached another edge of the cliff, but it was not so deep down, and the sunset could be seen. EDDIE: Have you ever seen that, Tamika? TAMIKA: No! EDDIE: The sunset's even more beautiful than I imagined it! TAMIKA: Same for me. And they sit down on the edge and watch. The three dragons wore there at a safe distance. DOMO: Things are going great! SATIA: Huh, you sound like that song. DOMO: Excuse me? SATIA: Never mind. RANICO: Can I sing the song 'Can you Feel the Love Tonight' now? SATIA: Not now, wait for the mood. RANICO: Right, the mood. The mood?? SATIA: You know what I mean! At the edge, Tamika looked a little sad, while she rests her head on her right hand, she was lost in thought. Eddie was looking with amaze at the sunset, until noticing her. EDDIE: Tamika? What's wrong? TAMIKA: Nothing... just thinking. EDDIE: 'bout what? TAMIKA: With all these sights and all, I just... don't feel happy. EDDIE: I know... I mean, really?! TAMIKA: (nods a little) EDDIE: I need to say that I know how you feel... TAMIKA: So, we're both at the same level, huh?(cracking a smile) EDDIE: I guess. (while smiling nervously) TAMIKA: (rises her head) Tell me, what makes you unhappy? EDDIE: Well... but what about you? TAMIKA: I asked you first. She also pointed, than crossed her arms looking at him eyes half closed and with a smile. EDDIE: Well, I think it's... oh, nothing. TAMIKA: Nothing. EDDIE: And, what about you? TAMIKA: Well, if you want me to answer, you'll have to catch me first! She said almost playfully, as she punches him in the arm gently, rises and runs away. He looks at her confused, and she stops in her way looking at him shouting "What's wrong? Too slow?" the dragons wore not looking anywhere else. Eddie raised up saying "Oh, I'll catch you, I am a master in running!" also smiling and acting all big, Tamika even laughs at his words saying "Yeah, right. I'd like to see you run!" and she continues running, Eddie decides to run in following her to catch her, as the dragons look eyes widened. DOMO: Oh, my gosh! SATIA: It's working! C'mon! And she dashes following, Domo also, but Ranico says "What's working? Hey, wait up!" and dashes too. Domo shouts "Wait, shouldn't someone make sure to spread the news to the others?" Satia says "You're right, go now!" he stops and says "Ah, man! Well, at first, you don't succeed." and takes off. The two wore continuing their chase. Tamika spotted a puddle in the way, made a clever look while looking behind with only her eyes, and stomped on the puddle almost splashing Eddie, but he managed to avoid it in laughing like that, but a leaf just hit his face. Tamika laughs while looking behind and says "I see, master of running!" he says "Oh, you're in for it, Tamika!" she makes a kind of clever smile and looks back in to the road. At a point, she took a quick turn to the right and runs through a bush, making Eddie almost trip, but he gains balance and also turns following. She looks behind while running straight for an edge of the cliff, and also trips and falls down, Eddie also trips and falls with here as the two roll down the cliff into one another. Satia and Ranico look at the two excitet. They land directly down without rolling, with Eddie on top of her. He than rises up from her and down blushing and saying "It was fun..." she rises up on her arms and says "It was..." smiling at him, Satia and Ranico wore thrilld and excitet in the same time. Satia was already about to sweat, as she was overly thinking "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, tell her how you feel!" but than Tamika turned her look away and got really sad, Eddie was too focused in trying to gather his strength to tell her how he felt, "_Come on, you can tell her. Oh, what if she won't like me?"_ Than he saw her saddened look and starts to say "T... Tamika?" she closes her eyes, and than gets up and walks away. Eddie gets up while saying "Tamika, wait!" and follows her. She walked to the left by a tree closer to the forest and leaned with only her right arm and her eyes wore almost tear filled, it was confirmed: she fell in love with Eddie. Eddie got closer and was about to speak, when she says "You'd probably want me to go away if I'll tell you." and walks away. Tears begun to run down from Eddie's eyes, he thought she would tell him she would never love him. The sight made Satia cry too. Eddie begun to walk in the opposite and to the left to the way down of the edge of the cliff and leaned down on it thinking that she'll never love him, yet what he does not know is that she's thinking the same thing about him, because he tried so much all this time to make her love him, and she only rejected him, and now it's like she just jumps up to say she loves him. 7. Chapter 7 Satia was already crying, but tried not to too loud, Ranico was also affectet, but not that much but a tear already flowd from his eyes. RANICO: Okay, calm down, it's alright, it's not big of a tragedy! SATIA: Oh, you know I'm sad sight sensitive! RANICO: _Whatever that means._ I guess we're at the same level here... Meanwhile, Domo was just flying to town, landed on a building thinking "Okay, now, to find those kids. Just... how the heck am I suppose to find them anyway?!" than he looks and sees Li'l D with Philly Phil calling out Tamika's name. PHIL: Tamika! LI'L D: (stops) Man, I can't take it no more, we've looked everywhere, where could they be goin'?! PHIL: I don't know. The rest of the kids came. KIM: We've looked everywhere. No sign of Eddie or Tamika. MADISON: Maybe they are back home! KIM: Madison, we've already looked! Not even their parents know where they are. KAM: Guys, this is too strange. Why would they just leave? PHIL: Oh, I think I know a place where they could be! And when he took a step to his left and bumped into Domo's snout, and startet to yell, Domo yelled as well, and they yelled in turns. Until after a fourth yell... DOMO: Alright, no more yelling! My eardrums are breaking!! KIM: Hui, ah... DOMO: Domo. KAM: Have you seen any sign of Tamika and Eddie? DOMO: Who? Oh, yeah! If I've seen them? I've taken them! The kids gasp. KAM: You did what?! DOMO: On a ride in our world. _Dumby._ The kids sigh in relief. LI'L D: At least we know they're alright! DOMO: They're better than okay, they've even fell in love. The kids widen eyes. LI'L D: Woah, woah, wait a second. Are you tellin' us that Eddie and Tamika fell in love, with each othe'?! DOMO: Yeah. The kids look at each other, and burst in laughter, except for Madison, wich smiled at the thaught. KAM: That is so ridiculous! I understand about Eddie, but Tamika?! I mean, seriously, Tamika isn't a bit interested in Eddie! KIM: I know, right? LI'L D: I think you've been so much in the sky, yo' head is in the clouds! DOMO: I'm serious! You should've seen them! They make the most wonderful pair! MADISON: He's right! They do make a wonderful couple! KIM: Madison, please. And really, Tamika, in love, with Eddie? PHIL: That is ridiculous. Whenever Eddie tries to impress Tamika, she rejects him! I'd understand if you'd say only about Eddie! And Eddie is really in love with her? DOMO: Yes, so is Tamika! She changed! She's no longer the aggressive voluptuous girl you've all known, she's now soft and sensivitive for Eddie! LI'L D: Are you kiddin' me here? DOMO: No way! (sighs) The only reason I've came here is to let you know that the couple is safe, and we'll bring them back before sunset. So, don't'ch you worry. KAM: But you better get outta here, there have been reports about dragons all over the town! DOMO: I know, have a nice noon! And with that, he flys away towards his realm. MADISON: Don't they just make the cutest couple?! I think love is in the air! KIM: Madison, didn't you hear us? Tamika doesn't love Eddie. MADISON: Oh. Meanwhile, back in the dragon realm, Satia just calmed down a little. SATIA: Okay, I'm better. RANICO: Cut that out! SATIA: Cut what out? RANICO: That sarcastic lieng, it's makeing me nuts! SATIA: Whatever. RANICO: So, what do you think made them break away? SATIA: Tamika can't show her feelings because she thinks Eddie will never love her, considering how hard he wanted to convince her to love him, and he thinks the same, only that the cause is that she rejected him so much, and it's confirmd she'll never love him. But infact, they both feel the same about each other! RANICO: _Sometimes, I think she's making all that up._ Yeah, well, just put a nail into both's feet and make them confess! SATIA: Kind of violence style, aren't'ch you? RANICO: Never mind. SATIA: Look, in this situation, all I know is that love will always find a way! RANICO: Golly, way to go with the music rips. SATIA: Shut up. RANICO: And what the heck should we do now? SATIA: I think we should take them back home for now. RANICO: Yeah, but what's taking Domo so long anyway? Just than, Domo appeard coverd in leafs saying "I'm here!" totally freaking out Ranico that he yelled and jumped onto Satia's snout and holds onto it while shaking like an earthquake and staring at him. DOMO: What? Did I scare you? RANICO: (jumps down from Satia) Don't ever do that again! Golden Dragons! Jeez! DOMO: So, how's the couple doing? Did I miss anything? SATIA: Not so good. Things have turned a little down hill. DOMO: What do you mean? SATIA: Well, Tamika can't show her feelings because she thinks Eddie will never love her, considering how(...) While she continues, Ranico is getting more and more annoyed, and even covers his ears with his wings. SATIA: (...)they both feel the same about each other! They just need to know that. RANICO: (takes away his wings from his ears) Hey, you never said that! SATIA: And why shouldn't I say it now? RANICO: Dammit! SATIA: We'll make it so that they'll fill like flying when maybe... k...- RANICO: Fill like flying when... y-you're starting to sound like that song! Come to think of it, you're starting to sound more and more like all the love songs in this stinking planet. SATIA: Whatever, WHATEVER! RANICO: Mind I say, golden doesn't match black. SATIA: Shut up, you're not the one to tell me what colour matches the othe... hey, I think you've got wise! RANICO: I did?? I mean... sure I did! But how?? Suddenly, Domo's end to half of his tail lifted straight up shaking. SATIA: Uh, why is your tail shaking like that...?(sounding afraid) DOMO: It's funny. The only time my tail shakes is when... close, there's a... SATIA,RANICO: Wyvern!! A dragon with only his wings for front legs was approaching, and the worst part was that he was down from the hill, right where Eddie and Tamika wore. It had a large but shorter crocodile snout, with yellow glowing eyes and two large horns on its head. It stopped to look around, his vision was all blue coloured, than he spots a yellow glowing dot, which signals warmth. He growls and thinks "A human..." DOMO: We've gotta do something!! SATIA: Domo, go for help, I'll distract his attention! DOMO: Are you crazy?! If the others discover we've brought humans in our world we will be exiled, or WORSE!! RANICO: He's right! Are you insane?! SATIA: Does any of you have a better idea?! DOMO: Ah... RANICO: I'm done! SATIA: Good, than Domo, you go and get help, and make haste! DOMO: Okay! And he runs off in the woods. RANICO: What about me? SATIA: You're gonna help me distract him, while the kids get outta here! RANICO: What?! Girl, I can understand that you're crazy, but NOT THIS crazy! I mean, really, I'm only half the size of you! Maybe smaller, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT!! SATIA: Have any better ideas?! RANICO: No... SATIA: Than follow me and don't panic! RANICO: Right, don't panic. And the two run down the hill. Eddie was still in his position, head rested on his hands thinking sadly, but than heard a roar, rised his head and looked to his right. The wyvern just breathed fire up in the air, making him shock in fear, his sight focused only on the wyvern, until somebody pushed him up imediately. It was Tamika who after pushing, shouted "Get outta here! What'ch you doing standing like that?! You want to get killed?!" and pushed him further to run, with her running along with him. The wyvern starts chasing them, just as Ranico and Satia made it down hill, and Satia shouts "Oh, no!" Ranico: "That's not good!" than at a point, Eddie stopped to turn to the wyvern, Tamika along with him and shouts "What'ch you doing?! We' gotta get outta here now!" he turns his head to her saying "You go, I'll distract him." she widens eyes stunned thinking "_Is he really standing up for me?!"_ and trys to say "You... sure?" he says "Yes, just go!" and turns back to the wyvern, wich approaches, as she backs away a little, but Eddie trys to make an angry face and stand up in the fight. The wyvern takes a look, he sees how Eddie is standing up for her, and his angry eyes slowly turn sad, just as Satia stepped in shouting "STOP!!" along with Ranico. The wyvern saw them and roard, Ranico shouts "PANIIIIC!!" than something else happens. A sudden wind starts blowing, than something just pushed against them, throwing both Eddie and Tamika away, but not the dragons as Satia shouts "Oh, no! The Transforming Elixir!!" Ranico shouts "What'ch you say?!" Satia shouts at him "Let's go!" before taking off towards the woods, Ranico takes off shouting "What, where?!" the wyvern looks at them, than continues his way to where he was going. 8. Chapter 8 Hours later, it was night, complete darkness over the realm, except for occasional lights from shinnying dragonflies. In the forest floor, there was a particular black dragon lying down there on her left side, and she looked strange: unlike all other dragons, she had a mane on her back neck instead of a crest, and the mane was pitch black and it could reach her shoulder, instead of that, she looked normal, but she only had the two horns on her head. She started to wake up, and slowly opend her eyes only half, which wore maroon around the pupils. She lifts her head slow thinking what happend. The dragon felt strange, like her body was bigger than ever before, that her legs wore longer, and that she had three more body parts under control rather than legs: the wings on her back, and the long tail that was as long as her body. She also felt dizzy, as she made an attempt to make it 'go away' by shaking a little her head sideways. She made an attempt to get up, but something was not right: she felt forced to get up on all fours. As she looks at her legs, she gets surprisingly shocked. She than looked at her back, to see wings, than turnd her head back forward scared to death. Nevertheless, she decides to find her way out, and walks slowly and scared looking around. Her panting was deep, her heartbeats wore sped up, it was like she had a heart attack. She than spots someone in the distance, only a shadowy figure, that seemd to spot her as well. She startet to back away slowly, until the figure speaked: "Wait!" and dashed to her. His voice way too familiar, as she widens eyes as the figure got closer. It was a golden yellow dragon that also had a mane like her, only it was golden and a little shorter, and no larger than her, only with 1 cm in height larger. The black dragon says "E... Eddie??" he shouts: "Tamika?!" TAMIKA: What happend to us?! EDDIE: I don't know...! TAMIKA: It's terrible! Why didn't they told us about this?! EDDIE: I don't know, but... He was cut off when Tamika pulled him into a hug and cryd on his shoulder silently. He hugged back feeling very sorry and sayd "It's okay, Tamika... it's okay..." while trying to calm her down. Meanwhile, further away, the trio of dragons wore walking looking for the two, until... DOMO: Oh, man, not only did I had to explain myself to the group for a so called 'false alarm' for the wyvern, but now I've gotta stay awake all night to search for our human friends that we wore not suppose to bring here in the first place! (to Satia)This is all your fault, you know! SATIA: My fault?! You wore the one having that idea in the first place! DOMO: Oh, really?! Than who had the idea with the love thing in the first place?! SATIA: Oh, shut up! DOMO: Don't you tell me to shut up! RANICO: ENOUGH!! The two look at him. RANICO: It doesn't matter who's fault it is, as long as we stay together and try to find Eddie and Tamika before it's too late! SATIA: Okay. DOMO: Man, the Transforming Elixir just ran unexpectedly! Man, I felt like my tail was about to be ripped right from my behind! RANICO: IH! Don't even go there! SATIA: Whatever, let's just continue searching. I hope they didn't got transformed into what I think they have...! RANICO: There's a 1 chance of a failed transformation, cousin. SATIA: I know, let's just continue searching. And they continue walking. Hours later, the sun was rising, and the trio wore searching for Eddie and Tamika all night long. DOMO: Oh, if only that stupid wyvern didn't attacked them, it wouldn't be sunrise, they would've been home and we've gotten a little shut-eye. (yawns deeply) SATIA: Well, who could've known a wyvern would come? Anyway, you know how they react to outsiders. And how you react to an angry one. DOMO: Whatever. RANICO: Oh, man... if I'm gonna stay up any longer, I'll go insane! SATIA: I thought you wore gonna rip your head off. RANICO: That too! And they walk out of a bush, than see two dragons sleeping on their abdomens, close to each other. They wore the ones they wore looking for, but hardly recognizable. Ranico walks to Satia's left to look, while Domo in the opposite. The two sleeping dragons wore no larger than Satia and Domo. SATIA: Uh, I never thought there wore new comers. No wonder the wyvern was mad! DOMO: But look at them! Look at those manes! I never saw a dragon with a mane before, have I? SATIA: No... RANICO: Man, they are so strange I forgot how tired I am! And look at their colours! So bright and open! That black dragon looks a little... too bright for a black colour. DOMO: And has anyone notice that their colours shine along with their mane? SATIA: What kind of dragons are these? They're sure not like us! DOMO: From wherever they are, we must help them out. SATIA: First thing's first. We've gotta find Eddie and Tamika! The black dragon opend her eyes to see them. DOMO: Ah, hi! We just notice you all and... thought we'd say hello. RANICO: You guys sure aren't from here! TAMIKA: (rises up sudden and angry) Yeah, we aren't!! RANICO: Woah, woah, hold the phone, what's with the accent? You sound familiar. TAMIKA: Familiar?! I'll give you somethin' familiar right in yo' face! RANICO: Man, who knew new comers could be so cracked up?! TAMIKA: I am a WHAT?! And growld. Ranico freaked out and hided under his arms saying "Nothing! You're nothing!" than liftet his head saying "Hey, this act is too familiar!" SATIA: My gosh, TAMIKA?! That's YOU?! TAMIKA: Let me give you hint. And she punches Satia right in the snout and than making a snort of air blow angry, while she rubs her snout with her hand. DOMO: Oh, I'm gonna drop. And dropped he did. Eddie got up as well. Satia already forgot about the punch. SATIA: You're Eddie, right? EDDIE: Aha... SATIA: Oh, no... TAMIKA: Girl, you better explain to us right now what's goin' on, or I'm gonna have to give you such a beat down! SATIA: Okay, okay! You see, there is this thing called Transforming Elixir, in the very middle of our realm. It activates once a year, to make sure every animal in our realm is a dragon or related as one, 'cause in our realm, no other animal is allowed except dragons or ones who are relatet to us. You see, we can't feel when it starts, and we thought it already activated weeks ago. Oh, it's all my fault... DOMO: That was exactly what I was saying twelve hours ago. SATIA: Don't worsen the things... EDDIE: Isn't there a way to get us back? SATIA: You have to travel to the Elixir and touch it, that's how. DOMO: Easy to say than done. Our realm is as huge as the whole planet earth made plat. TAMIKA: That large? DOMO: Yeah, it's magic. From outside, it seems like normal, but if a certain forcefields are removed and you enter, it's like you're on a diffrent planet. SATIA: Anyway, our point is, it'll take many days to get to the center, and the elixir is protected by a forcefield so that no creature could ever touch. There is rumourd that one power can overcome it, but I just don't know what. EDDIE: I think we have to try. RANICO: (on the ground) I was thinking that... too... And Ranico falls asleep. SATIA: Hey, hey, Ranico, wake up! And shakes him like an earthquake. He opens eyes and says "ALRIGHT! I'm awake! Sheesh..." DOMO: Satia, I think we forgot to mention that the Elixir is within the borders of the Dark Dragons. RANICO: Oh, dammit! TAMIKA: Who are the Dark Dragons? SATIA: Our worst enemys. They've taken half of our realm, we don't know why they are like this... evil. EDDIE: Evil?! TAMIKA: And what're we suppose to do?! Fight with 'em?! SATIA: Not engage them, I mean, not go looking for them to fight, if we encounter one, we'll distract them, and you two run away. RANICO: Okay, we all agree?! SATIA: I think... DOMO: Yeah... RANICO: Than...(yawns) that settles it. When do we leave? SATIA: First thing's first. We've gotta bring out those wings of you two's. And she walks somewhere in the opposite. TAMIKA: Teach us to fly?! RANICO: Wow, that should be fun! (yawns) In a lifetime. 9. Chapter 9 The group wore now on the edge of a tall cliff, Ranico could barely stay awake, as his head fell like one by one on the ground on the back of it and he started to blow air like sleeping. Someone whipped him friendly with its tail by his back and he waked up suddenly. RANICO: Man, for a second, I thought my sleep was gone, now it just came... back...(falls asleep) SATIA: Really, you need to learn how to not sleep! RANICO: Not... sleep... are you... crazy?! EDDIE: How're we gonna fly? SATIA: Flying is easy. All you have to do is flap your wings hard at first, than you can let it down. EDDIE: I never flied before... well... by myself. DOMO: Who wouldn't know that? I mean, even she is fat. TAMIKA: Uhha! Who're you callin' fat?! DOMO: Never mind. RANICO: For pity sake, can't I just skip this one and sleep already?! SATIA: Sorry, NO. RANICO: Oh, man! (takes a pebble in his hand) Stupid Elixir! And throws the pebble behind, and seemd to hit someone's eye as someone shouts "AU! My eye!" Ranico immediately looked behind, than in front and asked "Who in the name of all gods was that?!" EDDIE: We hear that in our school. When, someone throws something. RANICO: It always manages to poke someone's eye out. Like that old saying: it's all fun and games 'till somebody pokes someone's eye out. Or was that somebody? TAMIKA: Who cares? SATIA: Yeah, so just shut up. RANICO: You mean shut eye! (yawns) Talking about sleep makes me sleepy even more... SATIA: Ah... okay, flying off a cliff is the easiest. First, you get a big fresh air, and second, you have more time to take off. EDDIE: (looks down the edge, which was very tall) How can you stand that...?! DOMO: We're dragons. We're air-born. RANICO: And... land-born in the same time...(yawns) DOMO: Okay, ready for your first flight?! TAMIKA: You're joking. DOMO: Noh, here's how it's done! And Domo spreads his wings, walks to the very edge and takes off flaping his wings to remain in the air. After just three flaps, he glides in the air and makes a turn shouting "See how easy it can be!" and came to the edge and landing flapping his wings in the right order. Turns to the edge saying "It's all about flapping in the same time, and to know when to!" Tamika took a look down, than hesitated shouting "Oh, no way am I going to drop down there!" and Ranico charged into her and pushed her right off the cliff and shoutet "Sorry, couldn't help myself!" Eddie shoutet her name right away before jumping off the cliff after her. As she was falling, her wings seemd to act as a parachute. And her wings seemd to act on their own, as they start to flap, keeping her in the air. Eddie gasped, she was hanging on her own and he was about to crash into her, than he made an attempt and flied straight forward. Tamika looked up and pushed herself forward by the cliff and was flying up and forward. Ranico looked excited, while Satia just slapped her forehead. Ranico noticed and asked "What?!" she says "If you're gonna push someone like that off a cliff, at least warn them before doing so!" Ranico just asks "And your point?" She slaps her forehead again. Domo looks at her, and punches his head and falls down, while she just looks with her eyes and with her hand still on her forehead and Ranico looking at Domo oddly. Eddie was flying straight, staring down and frightened. Tamika reached him from the left and shouted "Hey, Eddie!" and flied further ahead. Eddie sort of looked at her oddly, until she turnd her head shouting "C'mon!" and back, he kind of smiled and acceleratet forward, while the trio wore looking surprised. SATIA: Are they enjoying themselfs already?! RANICO: Man, black does not match yellow. White? Maybe, but yellow?? Noooh way! SATIA: Shut up. DOMO: You know that old saying: if you're in love, nothing can stop it. SATIA: Oh shut u... hey, you're right on this one! DOMO: Of course I am on this one! HEEEY!! After some flying, Tamika takes a sudden turn and flies in the opposite, Eddie freaks and immediately turns following. She flies to the edge lands and in a turn, immediately whipps Ranico off the edge as he yells 'hey'. and she shouts "Sorry, couldn't help myself!" Eddie almost tripped when landing, but did managed to land. SATIA: (looks down) Finally you teached him something! TAMIKA: Never mess with...- DOMO: You, I get it! (yawns) Alright, when do we leave?! SATIA: I think we can now. EDDIE: The sooner the better! I hope my mama and daddy won't get too worried about me. TAMIKA: Yeah, me too. RANICO: (just landed) Great, another agonizing travel. Man, wake me up in 1500 years.(falls down) SATIA: Hey, wake up! This isn't the best time for sleep! RANICO: (gets up) Oh, maan! SATIA: First thing's first. We gotta meet the group. RANICO: Greeaat! (collapses) TAMIKA: It doesn't get any better, huh? SATIA: Oh, c'mon, you guys are gonna love our homeland. It's beautiful. RANICO: Yeah, like my horns. Back at Atlanta, Georgia's Westley School, the main class was now at the music hour with Sunny Bridges, but the kids wore full of worry for two. SUNNY: Hey, where's Eddie and Tamika? LI'L D: That's what we' wonderin'. KIM: A dragon told us they are with them. SUNNY: A what-now? KAM: But they haven't come back since yesterday. SUNNY: Woah, hold on a second. A real dragon has them? PHIL: He said they took them in their place for a visit, and that they would bring them back, but they haven't. And than, Sunny gasps in fear, thinking they might've been lost forever, and shouts "I gotta tell this to principal Luna!" and so he did. LUNA: What?! That is ridiculous! One of my fantastic students gone missing?! (reaches for his phone)I have to call 991! This is so not fantastic! SUNNY: Principal Luna, be serious, they could be in danger right now! LUNA: I am serious, senior Bridges! Meanwhile, back at the Dragon Realm, the group wore walking through the fields, and occasional small forests. The now changed into dragons Eddie and Tamika wore looking all over, exploring. Ranico was struggling to not fall down, but than he shoutet "I can't take this anymore! I need to have some fun if I'm gonna stay awake!" SATIA: Oh, stop. Look. On a spot of the field, there wore small versions of dragons just hanging around. They wore all brown. DOMO: Uh, the mini-dragons. TAMIKA: What's wrong with them? DOMO: They always like to peck on us. SATIA: He means, annoy us, and plus, they are small. Man, I can't believe there are so many. RANICO: Why don't'ch you say that to the atmosphere, than? Alright, I had enough of these wallaby head-shriekers! And he approaches one shouting "Get outta here, ya scavengers! Go on!" and the closes bites for a second his snout, as he flinches backwards and holds onto his snout with his wings. Tamika seemd amused, while Eddie only cracked a smile. Satia was no exception, she was amused too, so was Domo. Ranico comes to them and shouts "Oh, man! Stupid spoild dwarves! Hey, can't one of you teach them a lesson?!" SATIA: Okay, Tamika, show them! TAMIKA: How can I even catch them?! They' so little! DOMO: Eddie? EDDIE: Uh... RANICO: Come ON!! Don't'ch you all know the trick! Rr... roar! Work with me here! EDDIE: (to Tamika) Huh? TAMIKA: I think he means this. And she takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a large ferocious dragon roar, that scared away almost half of the mini-dragons, as they flied away in a swarm. She stops to gaze. TAMIKA: Didn't knew I had it in me! RANICO: WOOOHOOO!! (starts running) Again, do it again! Tamika looks at Eddie, he thinks for a second, and does the same thing as she did, and he proved to have a higher volume than her, as more dragons flied off, while Ranico ran over the field. Satia shouts "C'mon!" and starts running. Domo runs shortly after her, and Tamika was enjoying the time and started to run as well, followed by Eddie, and all canterd like horses down the field. Eddie reached to her right and said "I think this is fun! Running like this!" Satia shouts "See how much fun you can have when you know what you have in you?! WOOHOO!! Hey, Ranico!! Having fun yet?!" he just took off in the sky shouting "Oh, YEAAAH!!" They wore running down the steep, like having the time of their lives. Ranico dived down and landed running along with them. They come to a river, and run right past it, splashing each other as they do so. EDDIE: I haven't had this much fun since daddy bought me the biggest rollercoaster in the world! TAMIKA: Yeah... RANICO: I hear conversations back there?! This is a bigger fun than any rollercoaster! What the heck is a rollercoaster?? SATIA: Ah, who cares? DOMO: Hey, Satia! I bet you can't reach my speed! SATIA: Oh, you're on! And they run at full speed. Tamika decides to play, and turns to Eddie saying "Hey, I bet you can't reach my'n!" and accelerated forward, as Eddie thought "I think I can!" and also accelerated forward. At a point, Tamika took a turn to the left, while Eddie laughed in excitement and turnd also to follow her. Satia looked behind and saw them going a different way, than at a jumped, stop very suddenly, that Domo bumped into her and fell down on his back, Ranico stopped shouting "What in the world?! (turns behind) Where the heck are they going?!" she says "Let's... find out..." the two just ran through a bush and while looking behind, Tamika tripped over a rock at an edge of a cliff and fell down, Eddie also tripped and the two rolled down the cliff in one. The three dragons got to the cliff to witness, as the two fell down directly, with Eddie on top of Tamika and face to face with her. He immediately moves over to her left and says "That was fun!" she gets up on her abdomen saying "It was. You're alright, Eddie." looking at him lovingly, he couldn't help but to look at her lovingly too, even if they wore dragons and that he was surprised by her looking at him like that. Satia is filled with excitemeant. Ranico runs down the cliff and betwin the two shouting "Hey, enough of this! What is this, anyway?! A karaoke night or somethin'?! Break it up!" Satia rolls over her eyes saying "Oh, Ranicoh..." Tamika suddenly gets up blushing deeply and asks "Break what up?!" Eddie also blushed deeply. Satia and Domo trotet down the cliff and Satia saying "Okay, Ranico, you're immature in the opposite." RANICO: Immature in the what?! SATIA: Okay, guys, we've had fun, now let's go, shall we? And she turns around walking. EDDIE: (gets up) Already? I was enjoying myself? TAMIKA: Yeah, I... I mean... me too... SATIA: (stops and smiles looking only with her eyes, and turns around) Ohkay... maybe just a little more fun wouldn't hurt anybody. RANICO: Oh, come ON!! That's the last thing on my mind! If you wanna get hurt in the most maturest way possible, I suggest you go find a...- SATIA: WE don't need anymore, thank you very much. RANICO: Oh, like you think you know everything! DOMO: Oh, Satia. What wore you saying about kings and vagabonds? SATIA: Uh... nothing. I didn't meant a couple here! TAMIKA: (looks odd and annoyid in the same time) EDDIE: (raises an eyebrow oddly) DOMO: (sits down) Man, this has been a blast alright. (sits up) C'mon, guys, let's go after my crazy friend and her really crazy sick cousin. RANICO: Hey! Sick?! You're sick! DOMO: I'm not sick! SATIA: And how come? Every time I see a sick dragon throwing up I think about'ch you. TAMIKA: (giggles a little) EDDIE: (cracks a smile in giggle) DOMO: (trots to reach her) Oh, now you act all know-it-all, don't'ch you? SATIA: Whatever. Eddie and Tamika look at each other one more before following their new dragon friends. After some time, Ranico started to laugh. SATIA: Hey, cousin. What's so funny? RANICO: I can't wait to see the look on those kid's faces! They'll be like "Oh, my! Tamika's in love with Eddie!" (bursts in laughter) TAMIKA: (turns her head away blushing) Don't get into this! I am not in love with him not one bit! RANICO: Man, I bet their jaws will drop down, and their eyes straight staring! HAHAHAA!! SATIA: I think it'll be the opposite like... 'oh, my, Eddie's in love with and so on', you know. EDDIE: (turns his head also blushing in smiling nervously) Is that really obvious? DOMO: Nooh... RANICO: No, my tail section. That's what I'm saying! DOMO: Actually, you're right! I talked with them, and they even laughed at the thought! RANICO: My point exactly, Einstain. DOMO: Who's that?! RANICO: Never mind. Tamika than looked to her right up in the sky. She was indeed in love with Eddie ever since they've met, but she kept it secret, now she's not sure what to do. If she'll be left heartbroken if she tries, or better not to for the best. She was so sad that even a tear flowd down from her eyes, but than, thought how many times he tried to get her attention, and better yet, he was even willing to give his life to save her when they first encountered the wyvern, but she's still not sure. Some time later, it was midday. The group wore taking a break, Ranico finally got some time to sleep, and Domo was with Eddie lied down on the ground talking. DOMO: So tell me, are you in love with Tamika? EDDIE: Yes... DOMO: But... uhm... why? EDDIE: Well... it's because... I just am. DOMO: _Is he just trying to get her affection in a way, or is he REALLY in love?_ Uhm, c'mon, you can tell me anything, I will even keep it a secret forever, I promise! EDDIE: Just... don't tell her, not yet. DOMO: Okay. EDDIE: I just... fell in love with her... I don't know, maybe because she's smart, beautyfull, strong and... DOMO: And you will cheat on her later on. EDDIE: (looks at him straight in the eyes) I would never, ever do that! DOMO: Okay, okay. Stop the staring, nothing personal! EDDIE: (looks down) And I think she was serious. She doesn't love me... DOMO: Uh... I wouldn't be too sure of that you know. EDDIE: (looks at him oddly) DOMO: Ah... you'll get it someday. Just remember this: always follow your heart. And he just gets up and walks away, leaving him to be lost in thought. Ranico gets up saying "Oh, look! There's the group!" they wore down the valley, Satia gets up saying "Well, there they are. C'mon, guys." and they walk down the valley. 10. Chapter 10 Domo gets closer to Satia, who was further away to talk just so the others won't hear them. DOMO: How do you think they will handle the dragon language? SATIA: I don't know. Once you're a dragon, you know the language auto. DOMO: Yeah, auto like I learnd how to breath fire. Anyway, you know very well that the kid's names mean things in our language. SATIA: Yeah, can you give me examples? DOMO: Okay... like... haberdashery means skin cover. SATIA: I meant about the kid's names! DOMO: Right. Well, Philly Phil means knowledge of space. SATIA: I know, it's a real known name. DOMO: And the word, Tamika, means dark in our language. SATIA: I can tell. DOMO: Hm... Eddie doesn't refer to anything. Unless it's from the word edward wich means light. SATIA: So, basically, when you say Eddie and Tamika, you say 'Light and Dark'? Man, even their names match! DOMO: Yeah, what a coincidence! RANICO: Hey, Tamika. I think they are talking about haberdasherys! TAMIKA: One: I don't know what an haberdashery is, and two: I don't wanna know. RANICO: It's skin cover in dragon language. TAMIKA: Dragon language? RANICO: Yeah, like, Philly Phil means knowledge of space. EDDIE: Knowledge of space? Boy, that could make him proud! TAMIKA: I can't even think about that! RANICO: I know. Right? TAMIKA: I never thought I'd ask this, but I wonder what Li'l D's doing? EDDIE: Or the others? RANICO: I'm sure they're fine, it's not like they're worried to death for you two, which is kind of normal, considering they are your best friends. EDDIE: Our parents, they must be. TAMIKA: But we can't return looking like this! I mean, I have scales all over my body! I feel like I'm lien on sand pebbles! RANICO: That's how we are, get used to it. EDDIE: Well, I don't know if I can get used to it. I mean, I feel like I'm somebody else, and I must be a mess! And I can't believe I can walk like this. (looks forward) OH, I feel like I've got multiple eyes, I see better than ever. In fact, I see miles away... RANICO: See?! Life's better when you're a dragon! TAMIKA: Yeah, right! Man, I can't believe I've got used to walking on all fours! I must look like a monster! EDDIE: Noh, Tamika. You look just fine. TAMIKA: (smiles) Oh, thanks. (than makes a serious look) Never mind. But these claws don't go with... me!(looking at her front legs claws) RANICO: There are many things when you're on top of the food chain. You can see for miles away, hear the same, smell and even run for hours at the speed of a race car without even tiring. Man, you gotta love being a dragon. You can even breath fire! TAMIKA: Breath fire? Oh, no way am I gonna do that! I'm gonna burn my neck! EDDIE: Isn't that dangerous? RANICO: Not when you're a dragon. Our necks and mouths are heat immune, if that's a word. TAMIKA: Man, I can't imagine how they will look at us when they'll see us. EDDIE: They'll maybe say somethin' like this: oh, my, you two are dragons! How come?! TAMIKA: Could be. Than they hear a thunder and stop to look up. SATIA: Woah, the whether sure changed quickly! DOMO: Yeah, this happend a lot, when we usually sneak away from the group. EDDIE: You sneak away? DOMO: Yeah, it's fun. TAMIKA: Ohh, now I get it. RANICO: It's fun to play in the rain! EDDIE: I don't get out much in the rain, 'cause my sweater starts to shrink. RANICO: Yeah, well, now that we're dragons, no sweaters, no nothing! Just that feeling of the fresh breeze on your body! TAMIKA: I forgot to mention one thing! RANICO: And that's? And she comes and punches Ranico right in the snout and says "I meant I forgot to DO one thing." RANICO: For pity sake, why'd you do that?! TAMIKA: Because you're annoying! RANICO: Oh, man! SATIA: Come on, guys. Let's go to the group. TAMIKA: What do you think I was doing here?! And they continue walking. RANICO: Oh, feel that motion! You know, us dragons sometime sing and play instruments! EDDIE: You do? RANICO: Yeah! TAMIKA: Hold on, when we met, (turns to Domo)you said you never heard of an instrument! DOMO: I never heard of a trom... whatever. EDDIE: You mean the trombone? SATIA: I believe, that's a rare name only some know it. We like to call them tubas. EDDIE: Tubas? RANICO: Yeah, so... we invent instruments. In fact, the first ever instrument was inventet and made by us. Actually, two in the same time. A record! SATIA: Yeah, whatever. TAMIKA: And what wore they? RANICO: Ah, it was the...- SATIA: No time, we're approaching the group. Act natural. RANICO: Don't forget! Young dragons will learn how to play and sing! TAMIKA: Sing? And when they approach, most of the dragons wore 2 times larger in both height and lenght, as each look down at Eddie and Tamika and some whisper to each other. TAMIKA: And I thought you two are big. They wore in the middle of a field, a little far away from the forest. Some dragons wore brown, some yellow golden, or green, black, white, purple, orange or blue. Than one stepped in front snorting, freaking out Eddie and Tamika, espacially Eddie who shakes like an earthquake while staring at him. The dragon was green, and asks "Satia, Domo, Ranico, who are these two strangers?" SATIA: Sir, we've... we've met them at the borders of our home. I think they are newcomers. The green dragon says "Newcomers indeed. What's with those manes and bright colours?" DOMO: They're from... ah... Japan? TAMIKA: Say what-now?! The dragon thinks than says "Very well. If they're friends, they can stay." EDDIE: (sighs) That's a relief. The dragon says than "My name is Anathon. What's your name, guys?" EDDIE: My name is Edward Phillip James Lawrence III. ANATHON: Ahhhh... nice to meet you. EDDIE: But my friends call me Eddie. Domo and Satia also stare at him. RANICO: _Sheesh! That's a long name!_ TAMIKA: I'm Tamika Jones. ANATHON: _Who named them so long?! _Ahem, good to meet you all. And he walks away. The other dragons mind their business once again. TAMIKA: Did you seen his look?! Why was he looking at me and Eddie like that when we introduced ourselves?! SATIA: (whispers) Uh... dragons don't have such long names. TAMIKA: Are you telling me that my name is too long?! And she punches her in the snout again, than she rubbs her snout annoyed. Just as a female yellow dragon almost their size, a little smaller came saying "Hui, guys! A pleasure to meet all of you! I'm Orlanda!" SATIA: Hui, Orlanda...(annoyid) ORLANDA: Man, look at you two! You have such long manes and bright colours! I tell you two, those bright colours match the sun! (looks to Eddie)What's your name? EDDIE: Ed...- ORLANDA: I know, I heard you. Man, that's a long name. My, your colours are so bright! EDDIE: Thanks. ORLANDA: I tell you, it's to DIE FOR!! EDDIE: Ah... thanks? TAMIKA: Oh, right, he's got bright colours and all the sudden, you like him, don't'ch you? SATIA: Orlanda, let me tell you something. And Satia comes to her ear and whispers something that left her wide eyed. ORLANDA: Oh... I get it!! And walked away. Satia almost burstet in laughter. EDDIE: What did you told her? SATIA: Hihih... I told her... that... that... hey, I forgot what I told her! TAMIKA: HAHA! Really? DOMO: You know how she is. Okay, all. Prepare to experience something you've never experienced in your lives. EDDIE: I'm already over that. Flying was maybe the biggest experience of my life. I mean, flying by myself. TAMIKA: For me too. SATIA: Guys, guys, this is not a life of city places where you go to different places, do things, and that, this is the wildlife. And you two, have to learn our ways. EDDIE: I'm not sure. TAMIKA: How hard can it be? SATIA: Not too hard. Anyway, once every two months, the leader gives the youngsters a break from all the learning for 2 weeks. Now, we're in the middle of it, one more week of fun. That's why we even sneaked out in the first place. DOMO: Okay, Satia, Ranico, let's get the heck outta here, you two do what'ch you do most. And the three dragons turn and walk. RANICO: Oh, the love in the air! They got to K-I-S-S-I-N-... ah.. oh, for cryin' outloud! SATIA: Can't even spell the last letter. And Domo and Satia laugh, while Ranico complains. Tamika just looks bored at them while wagging her tail slowly. Eddie than though for a moment and started to say "Hey... Tamika, would you like to... go with me... to... I don't know... see more of this place." Tamika thinks _"Maybe I should give him a chance._ _After all, he was willing to give his life to save me back than."_ and turns to him smiling and saying "Alright." EDDIE: You will?! TAMIKA: Yeah... uh... I ain't got nothin' better to do anyway. And she walks by him in the same stance she walked before they got turnd into dragons, as Satia mentiond, mateing introduction. He just looked confused and followed. Meanwhile, back at the city, their friends: Kim, Kam, Li'l D and Madison wore waiting for someone close to a shop, and than Philly Phil appeard with some kind of tracking device saying "I've got it! This super tracking device should locate the dragons!" KAM: Are you sure? 'Cause I'm worried about Eddie and Tamika. MADISON: It's just so sad! Where could they be?! PHIL: Don't worry, this versatile machine will point us to the way. OH! It's this way! LI'L D: I hope we find 'em, 'cause the whole town is crazy looking for 'em like some angry mob or somethin'. KIM: Wherever they are, I sure hope they're okay. 11. Chapter 11 Back at the realm, Eddie and Tamika walked some time until the rain startet, but it didn't stopped them from exploring, as they reached a small forest with a deep lake. Tamika stepped in the lake and said "C'mon, Eddie!" he ezitates saying "I never swam before in a deep lake. Well, I go in my backyard pool, but not a lake..." TAMIKA: Oh, we jumped off a cliff. EDDIE: You're right. And he steps in the water, she trots in and he follows, as their wings open and hold them above the surface. He says "Hey, it's not so bad." she thinks than takes a breath and dives down underwater. He widens eyes looking focused, than something pulled him down underwater. It was her tail, as he floats down, he opens his eyes to see that it's actually beautiful. Than Tamika pushes herself with her wings forward and at the surface, he does the same. EDDIE: That was roman... I mean... fun... it was fun. TAMIKA: It think you're right, it was romantic. And she swims forward, he looks at her confused again, but than smiles and follows her, as a swarm of shiny dragonflies fly pass, while they look, than at each other smiling. They eventually walk out the water and just by instinct, both stop and rub their snouts against each other. Than Eddie blushes realising he was practically kissing her, and turnd his head away smiling nervously, than she braught his head back with her's and the two continued to rub snouts. The three dragons wore looking secretly. SATIA: Are you guys seeing that! DOMO: Maybe I was wrong. Tamika really is interested in Eddie! SATIA: Nothing can stop love, you know. RANICO: I think you mean 'can't'. SATIA: No, it's can. RANICO: Can't. SATIA: Can! RANICO: Can't! DOMO: Enough! This is not a time to argue. Man, if they wore real dragons, I would call this a rare event. SATIA: Yeah, whoever heard or saw two different kinds of dragons in love? No one! Maybe, this is for humans too! DOMO: Not sure, there are no such things as to who falls in love with who. Ussually, they fell in love with their kind. I mean colour, colour. SATIA: Okay, shut your parrot mouth already. DOMO: Hey! RANICO: C'mon, guys, let's get the heck outta here already. And they leave. The whole day Tamika and Eddie have spend together, and they felt yet happy, even if they are dragons now, 'cause they never got a chance to spend such a time together. At night, the rain stopped, and the sky was so clear, that billions of stars could be seen, and a full moon. The two wore close to the forest on the field, lien down looking up, still it made them feel homesick. TAMIKA: I wonder how the others are doin'? EDDIE: Or our parents. They must be worried about me too much. TAMIKA: Yeah... tomorrow, we should go and tell 'em that we're alright. EDDIE: No matter how shocked they will be to see us like this. And they lie down their heads to sleep. Meanwhile, back in the city, their friends wore still searching for them. KIM: Philly Phil, your machine has been taking us nowhere! PHIL: It should lead us to the dragons. And they reach the borders of their realm, but wore deceived by just a vision. KIM: We've already been here, there's nothing down there, let's go. PHIL: That's odd, the machine is pointing us there! LI'L D: Well, we ain't got nothin' to lose. Back at the realm, Ranico was walking towards the two, than tripped and yelled, waking both up who stood up. TAMIKA: What are you doing?! RANICO: (gets up) I was walking to get a drink of water when I tripped. The water is over there, in the forest! The forest behind you. But I noticed how blissful this night is! EDDIE: Blissful? RANICO: Yeah, can't you feel it? EDDIE: Feel what? RANICO: Can't you just feel the love in the realm tonight? Than a growl is heard, and Ranico says "Happiness gone!" and from the bush appeared the head of a black dragon with red eyes roaring. Ranico shouts "It's a DARK DRAGOOOON!!" The dragon roard once more and jumped out of the bush to confront the group, and breathed fire towards the sky. Ranico shouts "You two! Do something! Anything!" and Eddie just ran away. Ranico says "Oh, sure, run away." and the dragon charged and pushed Tamika on the ground, ready to bite her. Eddie took notice and gasped, than became angry and charged back, when the dark dragon was about to bite her, he pushed it off of her further away a little. The dark dragon wasn't pushed on the ground, considering he was two times larger than Eddie and Tamika, turned to him growling, Eddie doesn't back away, he growls too at it, and the dragon charges to attack, so does Eddie, who shifts to the dragon's left and bites the left side of its neck, as it roard in pain and punched him in the snout to get him away, and pinned him easily to the ground, and when it's about to whip him with its claws, Ranico shouts "OH, NO!!" and charges for the dragon and jumps on its head saying "I'll teach you to mess with my friend!" and the dragon roard and shacked his head sideways and quickly, just as Tamika was getting up to witness. The dark dragon grabbed Ranico in its right hand and smashed him to the ground, than left him and walked back to Eddie. Tamika gasped before launching herself right in the dragon, pushing him with all her force away on the ground on his left side, but he immediately got up. Than, Satia and Domo got there just in time. DOMO: What happened?! WOAH!! SATIA: A dark dragon here?! The dark dragon took notice of them and walked to them still almost circleing Tamika. Domo and Satia startet to back away as it approached. DOMO: _I think this is a desperate time! _SATIA: _And desperate times call for desperate measures! NOW!!_ And Domo breathed fire towards the dragon, who breathed fire back, and its fire was stronger than Domo's, who stopped to shout "I think... we need back up." the dragon charged at them, who went separate ways. (Domo to the left, Satia to the right) and the dragon didn't knew who to attack first, and someone breathed fire over him, it was Satia, but the dragon charged into her, pushing her on the ground. Domo shouts "How can we stop him?!" Satia shouts "Size doesn't matter! It's the POWER!!" Ranico says "Yeah, power, right." before losing conscious once more. And a dragon roard from the hill, it was Anathon, who charged down and to the black dragon to attack it, who attacked back. And after some attacks, Anathon mannaged to bite him and pin him hard on the ground by the neck, and left him, as it raised up quickly and dashed for the woods. Satia approached saying "Sir, we... we wore only..." ANATHON: They've reached our homeland! It is not your fault. RANICO: (rises his head) Thank you, leader! (and falls again) Anathon sees Eddie, who was just getting up. Tamika ran and pressed her snout against his in a sort of rubbing. DOMO: What're we gonna do?! We... we're... we're young and... not prepared to fight them! We must do something right now! We... we must get outta here! ANATHON: Not a choice. We're gonna strike back. DOMO: Oh, no! What if they take advantage and we'll lose?! RANICO: I don't know what's more painful: lien down on these sharp pebbles to scratch up your scales, or listening to his arrogance! SATIA: Eddie, Tamika, you guys okay? EDDIE: Yeah... I am... TAMIKA: Me too. RANICO: (gets up) Uuh... I think I busted my scales! ANATHON: However, it's night, we should go to sleep. (and walks away) TAMIKA: What is goin' on?! You told us there ain't no danger! SATIA: I'm sorry, but I never thought they would get to us. DOMO: I guess by the look, you two discovered telepathicall talk. TAMIKA: Tele-what-now?! DOMO: It's a special way to talk, only between two, through mind. But we mostly talk out loud. SATIA: (to Domo)_Man, we could've used this way to talk when we first met them!_ DOMO: _Hey, it's not my fault you never started!_ SATIA: _You also never started._ DOMO: _Oh, yeah, right._ SATIA: Anyway, we should get back and take a rest, to be better prepared for the unrest. And the group walks back. RANICO: Why does everything coming out of your mouth sounds like a scroll writing or something? SATIA: Because I'm smart, unlike you. RANICO: (mumbles annoyed) Meanwhile, at the borders, the kids went in the valley, which is more larger than they thought. KAM: This is a very huge forest! I think it's more than what we saw. KIM: I know, right? LI'L D: Philly Phil, you sure that machine of your's' gonna lead us to Eddie and Tamika? PHIL: I am! KIM: This is taking too long. What do you think, Madison? Madison? She was looking and admiring two shiny dragonflies, until Kim got her by her arm and pulled her back to the others. KIM: Madison? Wore you paying attention? MADISON: Uhm... KAM: It doesn't matter! As long as we stay together, and hope to find Eddie and Tamika. KIM: Wow, that must be the first time when you say something smart. KAM: Yeah... HEY!! PHIL: Guys, stop! I think it picked up a signal! KIM: Let me see! Behind a bush to their left, there was the same wyvern that first attacked, looking with eyes angry and glowing yellow, and says to himself "Humans in our land? Not for long!" and the wyvern suddenly swoops in behind the group, which turn around and get shocked at the size of him. LI'L D: And I thought they was big! And when the wyvern roars, the kids scream and Philly Phil shouts "RUN!!" and they run as the dragon breaths fire where they wore standing, than gives chase. Back at the homeland, suddenly, Tamika stops from walking and turns around listening, so does Eddie, and the rest of them. TAMIKA: Hear that? EDDIE: Yeah...! They hear the wyvern's roar, and the kids' screams. TAMIKA: Those are... EDDIE: Our friends from school! SATIA: What?! Here?! TAMIKA: We' gotta help them! C'mon! And the two run in jump two times and take off towards the borders. RANICO: Hey, but I just...!! Oh, man! SATIA: C'mon! They might need our help! And Satia and Domo take off. RANICO: I don't know what's worse: the fact that nobody ever listens to me, or the fact that they just leave me behind. And takes off following. The wyvern just cornered them on the edge of the mountain, and they just stare at it shaking like an earthquake and scared. Just as the wyvern was about to strike, a black dragon and a golden dragon appeared in between facing the wyvern, who says telepathically "Stay out of my way! These have invaded our realm!" TAMIKA: _These kids are... uh...!_ The wyvern now shouts out loud "Stay out of my way!! I don't care what's you two's purpose, stay out of my WAY!!" And the rest appear. SATIA: Ridoro, we'll take care of those kids, you can take a rest. RIDORO: Fine. And it walks away. Ranico appeared facing the kids shouting "ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY ?? You could've been killed!" LI'L D: We're looking for Eddie and Tamika! We thought they're with'ch you! And the two in front turn around to look wagging tails slowly, their looks wore to familiar to ignore. RANICO: We've got ah... little problem. It's big, but little. SATIA: Big but little. How dumb can you be? RANICO: (looks at her with one eye angry) SATIA: Anyway, you all should turn back. MADISON: We just got here! SATIA: That's not the point! PHIL: Funny! The tracker shows that Eddie and Tamika are right here! LI'L D: Where?! KAM: I don't see them. DOMO: Guys, you should turn back, it's dangerous here. LI'L D: Yeah?! We're not goin' anywhere without Eddie or Tamika! KAM: Where are they? DOMO: Let me... clear out things... SATIA: Maybe not, it'll be too shocking. KAM: How much can it be? LI'L D: You didn't do something to our friends, did'ch you? SATIA: No, of course not, but... go back and tell the others that they're alright, they'll be joining you guys in some days, we've got things to do! KIM: What things? RANICO: For first: fall in love. SATIA: (slaps his snout) Don't pay attention to him. KIM: Hold on, why looking at those two reminds me of Eddie and Tamika? SATIA: Uh, just go! Okay? And tell the others who may be looking for them, that they are both safe! RANICO: And in love. SATIA: (slaps him again) TAMIKA: (to Satia) _You better keep doin' that, before I do! _SATIA: _Okay, you know how hot headed he can be._ Guys, you should turn back. NOW! KIM: Where are we? DOMO: Didn't you heard her? Turn back now! RANICO: For Chris' sakes, just turn back! SATIA: (to the dragons)Guys, we should get outta here. (turns to the kids) Just, turn back! Your friends are safe! With that, she flys away, Domo also follows, so does Eddie and Tamika, who fly over the kids. Ranico however, remains. RANICO: I think you can get answers from me! KAM: Okay. Where are our friends? KIM: And why did those two looked reminded me of them? LI'L D: Or me! RANICO: Ah...h... OH!! Look at the time! Gotta go! See ya! And he just runs and takes off after the others. After some flying, they reach their homeland, some meters away from where everyone else was sleeping. EDDIE: I think they recognized us. SATIA: Not really, it's just the look in the eyes that is usually giving away your cover, other than that, I don't know. DOMO: Anyway, tomorrow, we'll go search for the Elixir. TAMIKA: Dang! I'm starting to get used with flying! And the wings! EDDIE: Me too! SATIA: Yeah, the wings could give you that sensation that you have more than one limb to control, which you have. RANICO: (just landed) Okay, we'll leave tomorrow to search for the Elixir. SATIA: We're over that already. But, you guys sure you wanna change back? I mean, you can have loads of fun when you're a dragon! Fly all the time, running without tiring, and also, go without eating for even a year! TAMIKA: That much? DOMO: Yeah! We dragons are omnivores, we can eat either plants or flesh, or just go without eating for a year! Even a year and a half! RANICO: Mhm! And most of all: you don't need to do anything by force, if you want, you want. If you don't want, you don't want. You can just do whatever you want! Except for some rules that the leader enforced, but wise ones too! TAMIKA: Seems fun. EDDIE: I don't know what to chose... TAMIKA: Me too... SATIA: Well, we'll leave you into thinking it over than. DOMO: But, it's your choice. And the three leave for the field where the others are sleeping. 12. Chapter 12 The two look to their right to see an adult black dragon (six meters in height) walking forward, than sitting on a hill looking. They both decide to go to him, and so they did. The dragon started to say when they are 2 meters away from him "You children are awake kind of late, aren't'ch you?" his accent african. EDDIE: We couldn't sleep. "Very well." TAMIKA: What'ch you doin' here? "Thinking if my brother and his son are okay." EDDIE: What happened to them? "Nothing, really." TAMIKA: Ah... but...- "They're away, that is. That's why I worry, I can't go back." TAMIKA: Why not? "For short, my name is Anderson, and I was once a human." EDDIE: You wore?! ANDERSON: Yes, than years ago, when my brother's son was born, a dragon captured me and took me here, and left me. Than, something happened, and I woke up a dragon. EDDIE: Actually, we wore humans too. ANDERSON: (turns his head to them) You are? TAMIKA: Yeah... ANDERSON: (turns his head back) I am very sorry for you two. The Elixir cannot be reached, a mysterious power is required, but none knows the power. EDDIE: Who is your brother? ANDERSON: Well, he's Su...- Ranico suddenly shouted from in front 2 meters away "Can you keep it down here?! Not all of us are nocturnal, you know!" and leaves. ANDERSON: We'll talk later, best is we get some sleep. Come, if you can't sleep, that's okay. EDDIE: I think I could go now. And the three walk down the hill to the group. The next morning, when the sun was barely in the sky, Ranico woke up that time, lifting his head suddenly saying "What?! Who?! Who was nocturnal? Oh... nobody." and lies on his left side to stretch like a cat, than gets up and walks to the lake in the small forest. After some drinking, a male dragon the same size as him, only green, appeared behind him, and was surprisingly excited. Ranico turned around and freaked out as he saw the other, than said annoyid "Oh, it's you. How many times do I have to tell you never to sneack up on me like that?!" the green dragon says "Uhm..." Ranico says "Never mind, Verde, let's just go." and the two walk towards the fields. VERDE: Go where? RANICO: To my cousin Satia and her friend Domo. VERDE: Hey, I saw you with newcomers! RANICO: Yeah, they are my new friends. VERDE: And have you seen their manes? I tell ya, those two kind of freak me out. RANICO: You don't say. VERDE: Yeah! RANICO: You know, here's something to make you really freaked out: those two are in love. VERDE: What's so freaking out about that? RANICO: With each other. VERDE: (stops from walking) You gotta be kidding me. TWO DIFFERENT KINDS IN LOVE?? RANICO: You heard me. (and they keep on walking) VERDE: That's incredible! How can... I mean, it never happened! RANICO: I know. VERDE: Imagine! Two different kinds in love! That will result in mutated dragons! RANICO: Shut your mutated loud mouth already, and yeah, maybe: black and yellow dragons? _This guy gives me the creeps._ VERDE: Yeah! Those colours don't even match! And Crono sighs and trots forward. Verde shouts "Hey, wait up!" and canters after him. RANICO: Hey, in all of this, do you know more about the Elixir of Life? VERDE: (stops) I happen to know. My father always told me about it. Years ago, a strange object appeared in the middle, it was neither createt by man, nor dragon, it was simply mother nature's creation. Once a year, it sends out a wave that can throw away any creature besides dragons, and turn them into their dragon version. Because, this realm is of magic, that only dragons can step. No matter how artificially damage this place is, by man, by any other, the Elixir will always make sure it will recover, with a simple wave, of power. RANICO: Wow! I never heard that part about the Elixir. What about touching or reaching it? VERDE: It's impossible. It's protected by a shield of energy, like a forcefield. But, legend says that there's a power, that can overcome it, and if that creature touches the Elixir, they gain the ability to transfigure, either into their true selves, or dragons. RANICO: Cool! Well, we won't get any of that, since we're originally dragons, right? VERDE: That's right. But, that power is so unknown, that the only one who knows is Anderson. RANICO: Anderson? That old dragon? I mean, use-to-be-human dragon? VERDE: Yes, but he doesn't tell us. RANICO: And I know why: 'cause he says it will never happen and he will be doomed to live a dragon, but WHO CARES?? Since our friends will be able to change into dragons whenever they WANT!! VERDE: It is easy! They just focus on it, and their cloths will merge in, and be there when they change back. RANICO: (running towards the field) Yeah, whatever! Ranico made his way to Satia, who was sleeping by two other black dragon's side. And jumped on her waking her up shouting "Hey, wake up! It's time to go! Wake up!" and jumps off and runs off somewhere else, as she lifts her head tired saying "What? Go where?" Ranico just made his way to Domo, but not without jumping on some dragons, and shouted to him "Domo! Wake up, man! It's time to go!" and ran off. Domo lifted his head saying "Go where?" Ranico while walking bumbed into an already waked up dragon, and shouted "Whatch where you're going!" and saw it was Anderson. RANICO: Oh, it was you! ANDERSON: Pardon me. And he just walks away. RANICO: Big Meany. Satia just came shouting "Ranico, what's the big idea waking me up like this?" he says "Have you forgot that we need to reach the Elixir?!" SATIA: No, but we could've took our time! Seriously, it's not even dawn yet. I know you wake up at these kind of times, but seriously, that doesn't mean you have to wake me up too, you know! RANICO: Okay, okay, I'm not gonna argue with my own flesh and blood, okay? SATIA: Okay... And she turns and walks back. Domo was behind who said "No need, I heard it all." and walks back too. Ranico says "Ohkay... YO!! Verde! Where've you gone, buddy?!" and starts to look for him. Than starts running, and trips over the snout of another black dragon sleeping next to a golden one, which lifts its snout saying "Foul, what'ch you doin' running to me like that?!" Ranico says "Sorry, Tamika. I was in a hurry." and she lowers her snout and puts him down, and tries to stretch while getting up saying "Dang, this all sleeping on the ground's exhaustin' me! I think my internal organs are shifting!" RANICO: Two things: one, I don't know and don't care what are internal organs. And two: It's relaxing sleeping on the grass! EDDIE: (lifts his head) I don't think it's very comfortable... RANICO: You have your way, I'll have my'n. Man, all this talking's making me hungry. I think I'll eat some of those delicious strawberries! And dashes to a field of them. RANICO: I don't know, why they are called strawberries? It comes from the word straw, I don't know what it means, but it sure sounds weird! Hey, aren't'ch you all hungry? TAMIKA: At this point... I'm ready to eat anything. EDDIE: (gets up) Yeah, me too. RANICO: That's just the feeling when you... you know! Get hungry! Whatever. EDDIE: (while Tamika walks over there)But... what else you get when you're a dragon? (walks to the field) RANICO: Ah, you have a lot of abilities and possibilities! Like, you can run faster than a race car or something, have the strength and resistance of a mountain, have the power of one too. TAMIKA: Dang! That's a lot! RANICO: I know! You can keep up a very high speed, including when flying. You can breath fire, you can just about do anything when you're a dragon. Of course, two dragons fighting are almost evenly match, or when the other is weaker than the other, but that doesn't count to other animals. They are inferior to us, if that's a word, or the word I'm looking for. Oh, and you can see, smell, hear and feel for miles away! And smell just about any smell that humans can't, see things that humans can't! Like, microscopic. EDDIE: You can see microscopic?! RANICO: You can take control of your vision, decrease or increase it! Ih, you know what I mean! You can also listen very closely, and follow very accurate the sound, or smell what you want and follow it very accurate! I tell ya, you can just control all your senses like they wore your limbs! TAMIKA: That sounds like fun! RANICO: I know. Than Verde appeared shouting "There you are! (looks at the two) Man, you two are shiny!" RANICO: Get a life, Verde! VERDE: I should go! My parents will blow a gasket if I'm missing!(and leaves) RANICO: I don't know and don't care what is a gasket. Or if that word exists. And when he lowers his head to bite a strawberry, he instead bites something else and hard, and yells "AAUUU!! What the...?!" and moves the plants away, and says "Heeeey!! Look! It's the first instrument ever invented!" and takes it saying "The clarinet! No wonder I've missed it! I don't go through here much." Eddie says "You know, I can play the clarinet!" RANICO: You do?! Oh, you are so talented! Few can play it. And many times, I keep forgetting that you're a human! Man, stupid memory!" and slaps himself in the head, followed by another slap from Tamika which made him fall and throw the clarinet backwards who landed on Eddie's snout, while she asks "Now's yo' memory coming back?" The clarinet was royal blue with golden stripes. Tamika than sniffs the air and says "I think I smell iron!" and heads to where it's coming from, a small forest. And it led to a silver-black harp almost larger than her, who shouts "Hey! It's a harp!" Ranico also came shouting "That's... that's... that's the... second... ever builded instrument!! No wonder I couldn't find them! I don't usually go here." Tamika moves a little her claws by the harp wires, and they make a beautiful song, and she says "That's more than my harp back at school!" RANICO: See?! Those wore made by humans, but these by us! We're more specialized. By the way, those wires are made by crystal extracts! TAMIKA: What's a...- RANICO: Do not ask questions! The learner knows well! Eddie comes still with the clarinet on his snout asking "What is this made of?" RANICO: Ah, my friend. That is made of the most beautiful sound creating crystal there is, if you blow in it the right way, it can creat many wonderful songs! EDDIE: (looks at him oddly) RANICO: It doesn't matter. And Tamika tries to play, but it only produces messed up sounds. TAMIKA: I think it's broken. RANICO: No! We made it more difficult, to be more beautiful! You see, when the wires are shorter, they produce bass sounds, and when they are longer, they produce... ah... thin... less-bass... you know what I mean! If you move down, the treble is lower, if you move up, the treble is higher, you can make combinations if you know the right order, to produce wonderful songs! TAMIKA: Dang! It's even harder than I thought! RANICO: Hey, life's not all fun and games, you know. EDDIE: How this one works? RANICO: OH!! You must know what those holes are for! EDDIE: I already know. RANICO: And, you need to use your breath wisely! Too much blowing, means way too much low bass, and too much ah... the opposite of blowing, means bigger bass! And use the holes and move your claws to make the treble right! EDDIE: I know. RANICO: Good. _Thank goodness I don't have to teach this one too._ Alright, now, let's see how you p... sing... play... do that thing you do with your instruments, for pity's sake!! And Eddie takes the clarinet in his hands and plays it, and Tamika also plays the harp, according to Ranico's explanation, and it proves he was right. RANICO: Holly sea cow! (throws his legs up)That was incredible! And falls down on his back. RANICO: Drat! TAMIKA: You got that right! And from their right, Satia and Domo came. SATIA: Guys, c'mon, now is the time to go. RANICO: C'mon, already? Can't'ch you see the freak here's got work to do?(pointing at Tamika) TAMIKA: Don't be saying that to me, foul! And punched him in the right side of his abdomen and forces him on the ground. SATIA: Guys, we don't have time to be kidding around, we should go now, so c'mon. RANICO: Who in the name of the dragon race is kidding around? And he gets up to see both Eddie and Tamika walking towards Satia and Domo, who turn and walk, and shouts "Hey, wait for me! I'm coming too!" and dashes after them. He got to Satia's left. RANICO: Just because I talk too less doesn't mean I won't come! SATIA: Correction: you talk too MUCH. RANICO: Oh, that's real funny. SO funny I forgot to laugh. So, where is this Elixir? Where should we head? In which direction?! SATIA: The one we're going now. RANICO: Man, we're gonna have to get the luck out of us, and seduce the juices that leak from oranges and strawberries! And get ourselves sued to the general with the keys from the general! DOMO: What the heck are you talking about? RANICO: How should I know?! I'm going crazy here! I can't feel my legs! AAU!! Tamika just whipped with her tail his back, and says "You felt that!" RANICO: Man, I swore, if I trip on one more thing, I'm gonna go crazy! And he did tripped again, this time on a very familiar guitar. SATIA: Well, you just tripped on the African guitar. TAMIKA: This thing's just like my'n! DOMO: Yeah, but... I don't recomend playing. RANICO: Why not? Satia, play it! And when she's about to run her claws through the wires, Tamika pushed her away saying "Nobody's playin' this but me!" and she plays it instead, and it emits a sound of a very sick cat. RANICO: (makes a horrified look and thrusts his claws in the ground)AAH!! THAT SOUNDS LIKE A SICK CAT!! TAMIKA: (stops playing) Thank you. DOMO: Man, I bet they made loads of animal sounds with these! RANICO: (picks his ear) Is my ear okay? I hope I didn't go deaf. SATIA: Considering you, that would be an improvement. TAMIKA: It sure will be! And they all laugh, even Eddie. RANICO: Shut the laugh up! SATIA: Wow, nice way to put the accents! DOMO: If you ask me, I think he's making this stuff up. SATIA: Of course he does. TAMIKA: This little punk reminds me of Li'l D! EDDIE: He reminded me kind of about Philly Phil, I don't know why. RANICO: Hey, who're you calling punk?! I'm no punk, he's a punk! He said pointing right to another maroon dragon the same size as the adolescence, only a little smaller, who says "Ah punk?" RANICO: Wow, I really matched it! "Who is calling this a punk, I don't see." TAMIKA: Oh, dang! Not another punk! RANICO: Who? TAMIKA: Hey, if you don't shake yo' tail and move it, I'm gonna have to go all rampagein' on yo' wings! "But I'm not a punk!" TAMIKA: (thrusts her claws in the ground) Prove it or move it! "Okay..." And the dragon runs away. SATIA: Wow! I'd give anything for all black dragons to be that way! DOMO: (To Eddie) _Dammit, buddy! How did you live with that?!_ EDDIE: _Well, you can live with just about anything from the one you love..._ DOMO: Oh, excuse me! I think I'm gonna crawl into a hole. RANICO: Man, I swore, if we don't get moving, I'm gonna swere! Big time! SATIA: Ih, don't! And they move on. TAMIKA: Dang! What is that smell?! EDDIE: It kind of reminds me of the time when the others got turnd blue by Philly Phil's machine. RANICO: Do they actually do that?! SATIA: Hm, that's the smell of blueberries! They came early this year! EDDIE: I thought it's fall. SATIA: Well, in our realm, when it's fall, it's spring. DOMO: Thank goodness we don't have to travel in snow. You can't imagine how cold it is in these parts! TAMIKA: I think I can. EDDIE: Me too. RANICO: Oh, you can, huh? Never mind, let's just go to that stupid Elixir and get this over with! I'm starting to talk like Alfonso! DOMO: Who the god is Alfonso?? RANICO: Have no idea. 13. Chapter 13 Hours later, it was evening, they wore still walking. TAMIKA: Dang, I feel like I just walked seventy-two miles! EDDIE: I never walked this long! But I'm not even tired! RANICO: Those are the benefits for being a dragon, and here's something else that was forgotten: live forever. TAMIKA,EDDIE: (in unison) Huh? RANICO: You heard me. You can grow to being an adult, but never old. And you've got excellent reflexes, you can even grab grab an object that moves with the speed of lightning, including if it gos right towards you. DOMO: Alright, enough with the praises, let's just get going. RANICO: But I am moving! Man... Later, when it was sunset, they all take a rest in a forest. TAMIKA: Dang! I feel exhausted! EDDIE: Me too. RANICO: Why do you always need to say 'me too'? EDDIE: Because I...- RANICO: Know what? I don't wanna hear it. DOMO: (smells) I smell a different territory here. SATIA: Oh, we must be at the borders of the dark dragon's territory. We must be extra careful, you never know when they can attack. DOMO: And they usually do! By surprise! SATIA: Whatever happens: we must not go anymore towards that hill, we don't wanna take a chance. DOMO: Okay, now you must be making that up. SATIA: I am not! DOMO: Oh, yes you are! SATIA: No, I don't! DOMO: Do too! SATIA: Do not! DOMO: Do too! SATIA: Do not! TAMIKA: Do I have to come up there and break away both of ya'll?! SATIA: That won't be necessary. RANICO: I don't know what's worse: the fact that Satia's living her fantasy life almost all the time, or that she just argues with Domo like they wore my age! SATIA: Never mind, let's just sleep, okay? We've got a long journey tomorrow anyway. Some hours later, in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, except for Tamika, who was lost in thoughts. Not about how they are going to turn back from dragons, but about something else: that fact that she's actually in love with Eddie, but doesn't know how he will react after so much time. Because of this, she decides to go for a while on a walk. Also, Eddie was also thinking of the same thing, he didn't had just a crush on her like he used to, he was now totally in love with her, and notices her walking away, and decides to get up and follow. Ranico also waked up and saw them, than though of something, considering his smile and face, and got up and ran to the left. She reached a peaceful river with shiny fish from before, and lied down close to it, head down and looking at her reflection. Even if she was a dragon, she still looked beautifull in a way, but she didn't notice that. Eddie reached her, and wasn't confident enough about going to her, than decides to give it a try. Ranico was looking through a bush up saying "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" and shoutet 'yes' when something lightend, and went back in. Eddie just walked by her right side and asked "What's wrong?" she only looks with one eye, before saying "Nothing. I just... needed a little walk..." than Ranico shouted "Hey! Guys! You won't believe this! C'mon!" and runs back. They get up and follow him. When they reach a place on the edge of a cliff, they see something totally amazeing. In the sky, there was a wave of shifting lights right in the sky towards north. RANICO: Do you believe in miracles?! EDDIE: I do! TAMIKA: Wow! RANICO: The northern lights! This brings back so many memorys! Every night, to the north, these lights appear in our realm. Once a year, they appear in the outter world, but, there are no chances for that. In fact, I remember one day two years ago, me and Domo used to travel through the citys above unnoticed... FLASHBACK It was an autumn's night, Domo and Ranico wore flying from building to building searching the sky. RANICO: Domo, do you think we'll see the northern lights from here? I mean, you can always see them at night in our realm. DOMO: I want to see if they appear here too, and how they would look like, Ranico buddy! (takes off to another building) RANICO: Whatever. And they continue, until... DOMO: OH! OH!! Look! There they are! The northern lights! RANICO: Let's get a better look! And they fly down close to a large fountain and look. The fountain had three platforms, (along with the very bottom pool) in the bottom pool, there wore three large water jets, in the middle, there wore two, and finally, in the top, one in the middle. DOMO: Wow! They look exactly like the northern lights in our realm, only... ours are a little brighter than this. RANICO: Uh-oh, someone's coming! QUICK!! Hide! And Ranico dashed for the building behind, Domo tripped over himself before running. The one who was coming was none other than Eddie, who also caught eye on the northern lights and stopped to look. Domo and Ranico look from the building. DOMO: Who's that? RANICO: How should I know, Einstain? DOMO: Anyway, try not to make a sound. RANICO: (yells)I DON'T MAKE ANY SOUND!! DOMO: (holds his mouth and whispers in yelling) SHUT UP!! And they look to their right, Tamika was also coming, while the dragons watch. She also catches eye on the northern lights and stops to look. Eddie than noticed her, and couldn't take his eyes off her. END FLASHBACK The dragons wore sitting on the edge. RANICO: And than you said hello and stuff, and you just couldn't take your eyes off her! Man, I remember like it was yesterday! Good times. TAMIKA: When was that? EDDIE: Tamika, remember how we first met? He said looking at her lovingly, while she looked back a little odd, but instinct made them get closer to each other and right when they wore about to kiss, Ranico shouted "HEY!! What is this? A karaoke night? Break it up!" they did got away a little both blushing. EDDIE: Do you know what is karaoke anyway? RANICO: No, but I like to use that phrase in cases like this, you lovebirds. TAMIKA: You stay out o' this, foul! RANICO: Okay, okay! I'm not gonna argue with someone who bullys me like some past friend! TAMIKA: What can I say? You remind me of Li'l D! And they both laughed, while Ranico made a mad face at them. EDDIE: Laughter gone... RANICO: Whatever. Anyway, I'm going to take a sleep, for pity's sake! Said as he got up and leaved. The two continued to look at the northern lights, both sharing the moment. Than a voice said "Well, well. What do we have here?" both got up and turned around to see two dark dragons with clever looks. They wore 6 meters in hight, twice as large as the two. Eddie shivered in fear, Tamika only made a shocked look. The dragon to the right said "Well, the pathetic humans who are trying to reach the Elixir!" and giggled, as Eddie whispered to Tamika "He knows!" the dark dragon says "You know, we might accept some intruders, but not when they're HUMANS!!" as it approached the two growling. The other one followed, and they backed away, when Tamika almost fell off the cliff but held on. The dragons came closer with evil grins, when the two got the time, they immediately turned and flied off the cliff and down the valley, as the dragons jumped down and approaching slowly. They didn't ran, instinct forced them to turn around and back away slowly as they approached. Eddie was still shivering from fear while Tamika had a very scared look. The dragon to the right says "Now, we shall take care that you two will never see the light of the sun!" the one to the left had clever eyes on Tamika, as Eddie noticed, and stepped in front of her protectively and trying to seem ready to fight, but the one to the right said "Uhuhu! Look at that! Standing up for your girlfriend, very rare! But it will not save her!" as it roard, making both gasp in fear, and charged to attack. Eddie charged back and the bigger one easily pinned him down on the ground, and was on top of him holding and pushing him in the ground by his neck, while he coughed in suffocation, as the dark dragon leand its head close to his and said "What a good way to die!" but was whipped by a tail away. It was Tamika who growled at him, as the other pushed her on the ground. Eddie was still coughing, but forgot about it, growled and launched himself to the other dark dragon and swiped his claws against his snout and scratched him severly, as he growled angry. The other ran and bit the end of Eddie's tail, who yelled in pain. The yell was heard to where the trio was sleeping, who waked up. DOMO: What was that? RANICO: Sounded like a warthog after bathing in the mud. DOMO: Where do you come up with that stuff?? RANICO: I don't know. SATIA: (gets up) It sounded like a dragon in trouble! Let's help! And they get up and run towards the yell. Eddie was knocked on the ground again, this time, the dark dragon held him down growling. Tamika got up and punched the other dragon right in the nose so hard, he retreated and held onto it. Than looked behind, to see the other one was about to bite Eddie, shouted his name and ran and whipped the dragon with her tail that made him let go of Eddie and back away. Eddie got up slowly still coughing, but helped by Tamika. The dark dragons regroup and approach, just as Satia, Domo and Ranico came at the scene. SATIA: Oh, no! DOMO: We're in the borders of their territory! They must be the guarders! RANICO: I hate dark dragons! Satia and Domo jumped down ready to attack. The dark dragons both turnd to them and approached to attack. Than suddenly, someone pushed one of the dark dragons into the other. It was another familiar, who attacked and they attacked too. Than, the dark dragons ran away, Ranico came shouting "Anderson?!" ANDERSON: What are you guys doing?! Approaching their territory like this? You could've been killed! SATIA: We are trying to get to the Elixir! ANDERSON: Not a chance, there are many more out there, these wore just border guardians! You're just looking for trouble! TAMIKA: (stands up)I am not turning back! EDDIE: (also stands up) ANDERSON: Well, you should! While you have a chance! SATIA: We're going to the Elixir to turn these two back into what they wore, so help us, or don't stand in our way. ANDERSON: (closes eyes) I shall help, but... that is all, I can do. RANICO: Alright. The old guy's coming to life! EDDIE: He told us he's a human too! SATIA: He is... the same happened to him, but differently. TAMIKA: He told us. ANDERSON: (looks up) The northern lights are seen once again. Ussually, it drives dragons to sleep. Not all can stay awake to see them. RANICO: I just woke up because they woke up first! ANDERSON: Couldn't be only a coincidence. DOMO: Never mind the fantasies, let's just... get back up that and get some sleep! EDDIE: Wait, those dragons wore awake too! ANDERSON: Dark Dragons are nocturnal, and can be awake even at daytime. Other than that, few look up to see the lights. Tamika sat down panting, so did Eddie, but didn't sat down. SATIA: You guys okay? TAMIKA: Yeah... you?(asking Eddie) EDDIE: Yes. SATIA: Okay, let's get back and try to sleep. And they fly back the hill and lie down in the forest to sleep. Tamika was still feeling uneasy from that battle, Eddie noticed and came to comfort her asking "Are you okay?" she nodded a little before lieing her head down, while Eddie lied down next to her, and held her close with one wing whispering that everything will be okay, and the two slept close to each other. 14. Chapter 14 The next morning, Satia was up first, yawned and got up to wake Domo who said "Yeah, I'm up, I'm up." SATIA: We've gotta leave the sooner, the better. ANDERSON: (lifts his head) You're right, let's get moving. DOMO: When did he got up? Oh, never mind. And Anderson gets up and walks. Eddie and Tamika wake up in the same time, while Satia shakes Ranico to wake him up. He did and asked "Morning already? Uh, somebody turn off the sun!" while hiding his head under his front legs. SATIA: Sorry, that's not possible. He got up yawning and started walking saying "Man, it would be a lot easier if we stayd up all night. At least, (stops from walking) we wouldn't have to go through the agony of waking up with the night in our heads!" ANDERSON: Night is when dark dragons are awake. RANICO: I know, just stay with the crowd. DOMO: What does 'night in our head' means? RANICO: It means... uh... AH, never mind. SATIA: Ranico, sometimes, you're totally freaking me out. RANICO: Look who's talking! (after some time) Man, I can never get the fight from last night off of my mind! EDDIE: But how did we fight like that?! SATIA: It happens to all dragons. They attack like warriors, fight courageously, it's in their blood. No dragon is born without the ability to fight like a warrior. EDDIE: Oh... RANICO: Warrior or not, I still say we are kind! SATIA: I meant in the face of danger, Ranico! RANICO: Right! They reached the edge of the hill, and Anderson says "That way." as they jump down and walk forward. After some time. RANICO: Man, talk about a struggle in a battle, I can't remember how much we walked last time. SATIA: Quit complaining! You should get used to it. RANICO: Okay, I'm not the one in your fantasy daydreams here, Satia! DOMO: Who said you wore? RANICO: Nobody? ANDERSON: Guys, be quiet! We don't wanna draw attention to ourselves! RANICO: Man, you're so bossy. TAMIKA: Yeah! I'm about five seconds away from punching yo' nose! ANDERSON: No time, gotta keep moving. RANICO: Boy, that was rich! Hey, why don't we just fly? Walking is not even for birds! ANDERSON: In flying, we could draw attention more, 'cause most dark dragons look in the skys, and many are awake at day. SATIA: He's right, we can't afford that. RANICO: Oh, man! Where'd the old days went to? SATIA: Don't worry, they'll come back, as soon as we'll get this over with. EDDIE: I sure hope our friends are not too worried about us. TAMIKA: I doubt that. DOMO: Took the words from my mouth. RANICO: Nice way to put it. Some time later, they wore still walking. They are now in a forest, but the trees don't touch, and sunlight could easily reach the ground. Ranico has had enough. RANICO: I can't take this anymore! Walking, walking, makes me sick! TAMIKA: Will you shut up?! Or I'm gonna give you such a beat down! RANCO: Can't we at least run?! ANDERSON: No... at least the dark dragons won't be anywhere near the Elixir, it's light is too bright for night creatures. And the forcefield can leave you seriously injured. SATIA: We shall try to overcome it. RANICO: And I can't take it anymore!! And he starts to run. The others follow and it took some time for Satia to reach him to stop him. SATIA: Are you crazy?! RANICO: Sorry, I couldn't help myself. TAMIKA: (whips his head with her tail) Sorry, I couldn't help myself! ANDERSON: We're getting closer to the dark dragons. Stay low and do not make a sound. RANICO: I DON'T MAKE ANY SOUND!! TAMIKA: (grabs his snout) Shut it, will ya?! ANDERSON: But, I know a place where there aren't any chances they will find us. TAMIKA: IT better be, 'cause yo' next! (said while letting go of Ranico and thrusting her claws in the ground) ANDERSON: It will be, trust me. RANICO: Oh, great, get in with the trusting, disgusting. 2 hours later, Ranico had surprisingly started to silently sing, Satia had heard, since she was closest to him and asked raising an eyebrow "What're you doing?" RANICO: What does it look like? Singing. SATIA: Since when do you start to sing without real events that need music? RANICO: I don't know. DOMO: What'ch you singing? RANICO: Oh, just an old song that came into my mind for no reason. TAMIKA: Well? What is it? RANICO: Well, (closes his eyes while walking) It's about...- And he fell into a river, and the others stop. SATIA: Aha... RANICO: (surfaces) Don't even do that! DOMO: Do what? RANICO: While I'm talking, let me talk 'till I drop somewhere! That's too old! TAMIKA: Right... RANICO: Anyway, best we get cranking with this jou...- When he started to swim, something caught his tail underwater. RANICO: What the...?! Oh, for Chris' sakes! Both Eddie and Tamika can't help but giggle, so does Domo, while Satia and Anderson raise an eyebrow. RANICO: Stop laughing, freaks! TAMIKA: Uh ah! Who's a freak?! RANICO: Never mind, that! Just get move whatever is holding my tail already! The water is starting to wash me! SATIA: Good, 'cause you really need a bath! RANICO: Stop it and get ME OUTTA HERE!! SATIA: Okay, okay, calm down! And Satia walks in the river, which was just 50 centimeters higher than Ranico, and she takes a breath and throws her head down the water and opens her eyes to see... in the surface, Domo shouts "Hey, why do you get to look underwater?!" Ranico says "Jealous?" than feels something moving from his tail, and says "What the..." and Satia brought her head up with a branch full of green moss in her mouth saying "This thing was held on the ground by a large rock. How did your tail got in there? Have no idea." Ranico swims out and says "Yeah, how odd." DOMO: What's that in your mouth? RANICO: A stick? EDDIE: A branch? DOMO: A staff? TAMIKA: A staff?? DOMO: What? It looks like a staff! Satia reached with her right leg to the part where it looked oval, which was very close to her snout, 'cause the branch was small, and took a moss from it, and it shined that she closed her eyes tight. DOMO: Woah! EDDIE: What is that? SATIA: It appears to be... golden. RANICO: Why don't you just shut up and take all of that weed off? And she shakes her head very quickly, spraying the moss everywhere, and a moss landed on Ranico's snout, who made a mad look at her. And she stopped to reveal a clarinet with silver on one side and gold at the other, and both parts had a strong light shade. EDDIE: Is that gold and silver? TAMIKA: Why are instruments all over this here place?! ANDERSON: Many works on them took place in more parts of our realm, this part was also our realm, until Dark Dragons took it. DOMO: I bet this clarinet was lost when others took the instruments away from this part... SATIA: Well, this looks the size of a smaller dragon than me, well, a little smaller, whatever. RANICO: 'It looks'... it IS smaller! SATIA: (looks at the clarinet) RANICO: Wow. I mean WOW! They must've put real effort on this one! It's clean! After being in the dirt! ANDERSON: This is gold and silver with mythrill components we're talking about. TAMIKA: What're you gonna do with it? ANDERSON: Let's leave it here, we shall return this way to get it. SATIA: (puts it down close to the river) Okay, if you say so. And they continue their journey pass the river. Hours later, when the sun's raze wore almost gone from the sky, the group reach what appeard to be the end of a cliff. RANICO: Ohkay. Are we coming to the end of the earth? SATIA: Don't be ridiculous. The earth is round like a sphere, and getting to the edge of our realm, only results in you entering the urban world. Of course, the urban world can't enter our's, only from a certain border. EDDIE: Like the one where we saw it from Atlanta? SATIA: Yeah. RANICO: Woah, hold the phone! Atlanta?! You mean Atlantis the lost world?! EDDIE: Uh... no! RANICO: Good. When they reach the edge, they see it's like a crater in the earth, only it was only 3 meters deep, and it was large enough to hold a population of dragons, and it's with a river and only flowers and grass. DOMO: Where've I seen this before?? RANICO: Who cares, I'm going in that river! (takes off) SATIA: But you just... oh, never mind. ANDERSON: This is the place. TAMIKA: This is where we don't get attacked?! ANDERSON: I shall explain later. The dragons slide down and walk around. After a few minutes, they adjusted to the place, which was very refreshing. Now, they wore all lien down separately. TAMIKA: (inhales and exhales) Just smelling that air makes you wanna hang here for the rest of yo' life! EDDIE: The air is so fresh! RANICO: (lies down) Yeah. I don't get it why others don't come by here. ANDERSON: It's because the air is too fresh, especially for the dark dragons. It could leave you with your lungs too clean, and the next thing you know: you can breath at maximum. DOMO: That's actually a good thing. ANDERSON: It is. DOMO: Man, this place makes me wanna inhale every air! ANDERSON: It usually does. Let's just relax here for tomorrow. RANICO: Man, why does everything out of your mouth sounds like the leader's? ANDERSON: It does not matter, okay? RANICO: Okay, sheesh. Some time later, when it was night, all the dragons wore asleep. while they lied down, Tamika looked at the sky. The stars wore shining more beautifully than ever, which reminded her the fact that she's in love, even if she hadn't forgot it. Eddie also looked at the stars, though he was further away from her a little, than Tamika caught eye on a patch of purple flowers, and she went to investigate. Eddie noticed her and got up to follow. When she got there, the flowers haven't had a strong smell, instead, it was easy and very pleasureful to smell, as she leand her head down to smell one, than rised up to look at Eddie, not mad, not smiling, normally, as he started to get nervous and begun to say "I just... wanted to see... where you're going..." she said "Good." and leaned down at the flower. And Eddie turned sad and was about to leave, but she said "C'mon here!" he looked surprised at first, than walked closer, as she walked in the field of flowers and lied down there looking up at the stars. He lied down close to her and looked up too, as she was lost in thought. She rememberd how Eddie could have stand up for her in the fight with the dragons, no matter how scared he was, and thought "I never thought that Eddie could stand up for me, even in a fight like that. I should give him a chance..." Something woke up Anderson, who at first, sees them together, and thinks "They're in love..." and falls back asleep again. The next morning, Ranico was up first. Yawning, than sees the two sleeping in the flower field, and thinks "Look who had their night!" with a large kind of clever smile, than gets very shocked, and runs to wake up Satia shouting "WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!" she wakes up asking "Time to go?" RANICO: No! Look! And she lifts her head to see the two too. SATIA: Did they kissed last night? RANICO: WORST!! They may have... ah... ah... SATIA: You confuse me. RANICO: They... you know... when the... the time... and... and...!! SATIA: Oh, please! That's the laAast thing on my mind. They are humans, don't be ridiculous! RANICO: OH, yeah... right... my bad... SATIA: (gets up) By the way, your effort in putting together the phrases, kinda stinks. (walks away) RANICO: Heeey! SATIA: (walks to Domo) Domo, wake up! DOMO: (lifts his head) Man, I had this crazy dream! About Eddie and Tamika hanging together last night! SATIA: Yeah, nice memory of last night. Anderson, get up!(walks to him) DOMO: T... they hanged?! Ranico ran and started to shout "Now can I sing that song?" Satia says "Sing whatever you want." and he starts to sing "There's a calm surrender, to the rush of daah..." and started to cough three times very long and loud, and than says "Stupid singing voice!" Domo says "With that cough you can wake a whole group of dragons." while getting up. The couple woke up, Ranico came in front shouting "Get up, already! Stop living in your fantasy lives and let's go already!" and he walks away. The two take a one last look at each other before getting up and joining the others. ANDERSON: Al right'ch ya'll, we'll get moving today. RANICO: Bossy, bossy, bossy. Man, you really need a hobby. SATIA: Don't listen to him. RANICO: Let's just sing the tree! Oh, him and she sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N... ah... N... OH, for cryin' out loud! DOMO: The part with 'him and she' kind of freaked me out! ANDERSON: Whatever. Now, let's try NOT to make a sound this time. RANICO: But I...- He was cut off when Tamika grabbed his snout. ANDERSON: My point exactly. Let's move out! Tamika lets go of Ranico and walks with the group, while he wipes his snout and joins. The dragons get out of the hole and walk to the north, where they need to go. 15. Chapter 15 It was almost afternoon when they wore 5 miles away from the Elixir. RANICO: Man, I feel sick to my stomach. TAMIKA: Daang! I have never walked this much befo'! RANICO: Me too and we all know! Man, I hope I won't break a bone! SATIA: Impossible, this kind of walk actually helps the bone. RANICO: Whateve'. Even if I didn't understand a word you said. Some time later, they came across a large field, and Anderson says "STOP!!" RANICO: Why?? ANDERSON: That's the clear field. It stretches throughout this area and to a forest about 10 miles from here. We are vulnerable to attacks here! TAMIKA: How come? ANDERSON: 'Cause dark dragons hunt better in fields, and silently. In the woods, they have hard times getting pass trees and others, and can make sounds from rustling plants, but here: it's open field. They can attack in surprise anytime. We must be really careful, and not to make a sound. Ranico was about to yell until noticing Tamika making an angry eye to him, and lays silent and with a mad face. ANDERSON: Let's go. After some walking... RANICO: No attacks yet. This place gives me the creeps! It's so open! No mountain, no tree, jusy plain grass everywhere! SATIA: That's 'cause we never been here. At least, me, you and Domo haven't. ANDERSON: Yes. This place used to be populated, but now, it's abandoned, but it's still as wonderful. RANICO: Man, you know the realm like the back of your claw! ANDERSON: Thank you. RANICO: No, that phrase was suppose to be a... oh, never mind. SATIA: Ranico, stop fooling around, c'mon! RANICO: (mimics Satia) Let's go. Hurry up, c'mon, stop fooling around, blah, blah, blah. (talks normally) Easy to say for a dragon with longer legs! SATIA: Whatever. Later, Anderson stopped to look around, and confirmd. ANDERSON: No sign of dark dragons. Maybe we can take a rest here. RANICO: Rest in the middle of this?! No way! SATIA: Fine, than go ahead alone. RANICO: You know: I will! Goodbye! I don't need'ch you all! And he left by himself. SATIA: One, two, three. And at three, he came back saying "Okay, you got me! I'll stay here." One minute later, Anderson was in front of the group. ANDERSON: Alright ya'll, learning how to fight, is just as important as learning how to sing. TAMIKA: How to sing?! ANDERSON: And this is a good place to practice. RANICO: But who with who? ANDERSON: With each other. RANICO: How?? ANDERSON: One of you... just pick a target and attack. RANICO: Okay... And Ranico suddenly jumps on Satia's nose and bites it, while she rises up and fights shouting "Why... you!" and the two got into sibling fight. ANDERSON: Good, nice way. TAMIKA: So, what'ch you mean is that one of us is going to pick a target, and attack? ANDERSON: Yup. TAMIKA: Alright, if I can! And she suddenly pounces on Eddie on the ground, while Anderson couldn't help but laugh. Tamika who was on Eddie, looks at him with one eyebrow raised, as he walks to the cousins saying "Okay, ya'll, that was enough." Eddie than acts angry and says "Tamika, get off me!" and pushes her off, while she was about to walk away, Eddie gave a clever smile and pounced on her back and the two rolled some times, before stopping with Tamika pushing him down and making a clever look at him saying "Gotcha!" Anderson just split up the couple, saying "Okay, you two, enough!" RANICO: AHH!! But I was just enjoying myself! SATIA: Enjoy this! And she was about to attack, but stopped by Anderson saying "Okay, that's enough, ya'll. Let's just... I don't know... kick back." RANICO: What?? ANDERSON: You know: rest! RANICO: Finally, you put some sense. TAMIKA: (walks over there) Why we did this in the first place? ANDERSON: I wanted to see how you will react. TAMIKA: I'll show you. And she shoves him with her right leg into his. ANDERSON: Yeah... whatever. Some time later, they wore resting on the ground, but it was very hot. TAMIKA: Dang, it's hot out here! EDDIE: It reminds me of the time our air conditioners wore broken back at Westley. TAMIKA: Yeah... good times. Ranico was sleeping. SATIA: Hey, Ranico! Wake up! RANICO: Uh... (talks in sleep) no problem, I'm just gonna be over there. SATIA: Ranico! It's day! You're not suppose to be sleeping at daytime! RANICO: Hold it, I need to shut down that thing. SATIA: Ranico, you're acting like an idiot when you sleep. RANICO: Well, of course he loves you, girl. Why shouldn't he? SATIA: (rolls over her eyes) DOMO: Looks like he's dreaming about a lovebird or something. RANICO: No need to talk negative, you know he loves you, girl... SATIA: RANICO!! RANICO: (wakes up) Huh, what?! What?! Who was that?! SATIA: You wore sleeping! RANICO: So what if I was sleeping?! DOMO: Plus, you wore talking in your sleep with a girl. RANICO: Man, I still remember. I had this crazy dream...! SATIA: I don't wanna hear it. EDDIE: Is there any water in here? ANDERSON: I think there's a lake somewhere, I just... you need to have an accute sense of smell to... smell it. While the others kept talking, Tamika looked to the north and started to slowly smell in the air, and got up and followed a sense. RANICO: Hey? Where's she going? Eddie got up to follow, but also picking the smell. The others got up, while Ranico complaind "Man, they don't even act like dragons, they act like paranormal dragons." Satia says "Shut up." And they come across the lake mentioned. TAMIKA: Dang! I never thought I could do that! EDDIE: Me neither! RANICO: Dang is right! You guys have a lot of senses for dragons! DOMO: Shut up! (whips him on the ground with his tail) I'm going in! And Domo charged and jumped in the water, splashing everyone. DOMO: Haha! Take that! TAMIKA: Take this! And she jumps in the water after him. Satia shouts "Let's go, Eddie!" and jumps in the water, Eddie and Ranico follow, so does Anderson, but not so excited. RANICO: C'mon, Anderson! Have some fun already! And he splashes Satia, who splashes back and chases. Anderson knew that like this, they wore easy targets, so he was always careful. Later at night, the dragons wore all liein on the ground. ANDERSON: Alright'ch, ya'll, let's get some sleep. RANICO: Yeah, I need it, after Satia kept splashing me and Tamika kept bullying me like some... I don't know! TAMIKA: Like I said: you remind me of Li'l D. SATIA: (laughs) Alright, let's sleep, we're gonna need it for tomorrow. Later, all the dragons wore asleep, except for Tamika who was watching the sky. Eddie than noticed her, got up and walked to her, as she suddenly turned her head to him and their snouts touched with his on top of her's. He closed his eyes and smiled, but than retreated his head blushing, she only turned it away also blushing, and he lied down beside her. And the two's attention suddenly turned to the northern lights that could be seen very clearly, since there was no tree nor mountain in sight. Eddie looked only excited, but she looked sad. The main concern was how to tell him that she loved him. She was lost in thought, until Eddie asked "Hey, Tamika. What're you thinking about?" she looks down and says "Something that happened to me." EDDIE: What happened? TAMIKA: I... well... Than someone said "Cool light show!" freaking both out, as they turned behind it was just Ranico. EDDIE: Ranico! You scared us! RANICO: Yeah, I scared ya! What's new? EDDIE: Uh... Ranico ran to him closer and shouted "You know what? Forget it. Now, you two play nice!" at his last words, he pulled Eddie by his mane than walked away, while Eddie retreated his head and made a mad face at him, while Tamika raised an eyebrow also with a mad face. Ranico stops to shout "Better watch out for crickets! They can jump on your back in the blink of an eye!" and walked away again. The two just turned around and continued to watch the northern lights. The next day, Ranico waked up saying "Man, love is really in the air." And gets up. The other dragons wake up as well. ANDERSON: C'mon, we gotta go now. I've got a bad feeling. After getting up and starting to continue, Ranico got annoyid. RANICO: Let's go, let's go! Easy to say for someone with longer legs! And followed annoyid. After 2 hours, they wore in the forest now, closer to the Elixir. RANICO: Guys. It's too quiet. I don't like it. ANDERSON: Me neither, but we have to keep moving! RANICO: Yeah... right... bossy, bossy, bossy too much! Than they stop at the hear of an evil laughter, and from the trees comes out a 7 meter height dark dragon, who says "Well, well... if it isn't our little friends." 16. Chapter 16 ANDERSON: Yidolus! We meet again. YIDOLUS: I am not about to pity all of you. I will kill you all. TAMIKA: I'd like to see you try! YIDOLUS: Oh, confident, aren't we? (giggles evilly) Than a group of dark dragons appeared behind. Eddie was shaking from fear, Tamika was scared too, but tried to seem fierce like the rest. There wore the guardians of the borders in front of the rest from before. The one to the right said "Hello again!" YIDOLUS: You know, they say, when any creature touches the Elixir force field, a shock of electricity is sent in them, just enough to keep them away. They say that there is a power, that can overcome the force field, and touch the Elixir. To dragons, it won't happen anything, but to creatures turnd into dragons, it turns them back, and the powers of dragons, pass to them. But sadly, you shall never find that power, and shall never, reach the Elixir! TAMIKA: I ain't come this far to give up! YIDOLUS: Oh, I love how overconfidence can lead you to your death. Boys, take the others away! And the two run to attack the other four, who run away. YIDOLUS: Now, it's just you two and me. You will never defeat me, you're much smaller, but I will! And he charges to attack straight for Tamika, who gasps in shock and can't move, until Eddie pushed her away, resulting in him getting pinned on the ground by Yidolus. She turns around and when Yidolus was about to sing his claws into Eddie, she immediately charged at him and pushed him away. Yidolus looked with glaring evil eyes, and immediately charged and shifted to her right and bit her by her neck and even lifted her and throws her against a tree. He begun to approach her, just as Eddie got up and saw in shock what's happening. Yidolus turned his view to him, who was making a war face, as he smiled evily and approached him saying "Uh, look! Trying to be brave? Or, are you too scared that I practically killed her." he gasps at that. YIDOLUS: (stops from walking) Face it, you will never take me out, when your friend didn't. But I had enough! And he charges to attack, as Eddie catches the moment and shifts to his left and bites him by his neck and lets go as Yidolus ran a little before turning around and charging again. Eddie again shiftet down and bit his neck, but he bit his neck as well, as he let go and yelled in pain, as Yidolus did to him the same he did with Tamika. Yidolus made an evil grin and approached him. Tamika just got up slowly, and gasped at seeing Eddie hurt on the ground, and shouted "Why, you...!" and charged at him. The rest wore locked in combat with other dark dragons, and Satia shouted "Remember! It's the power that counts, not the size!" Ranico was hiding behind a rock saying "Speak for yourself!" back in the forest, Tamika was thrown against another tree in the opposite of Eddie, who tried to get up in pain, as Yidolus approached Tamika ready to attack. Eddie tried to say "No... stop... leave her alone!" in pain, Yidolus turned to him and smiled evilly. Than very suddenly, launched his head and bit Tamika's right hind leg, while she resisted the urge to scream. Eddie's heart stopped for a moment, as he became really angry and ran to Yidolus' right and did the unexpected: breathed fire at him. Yidolus started to back away from the flames, and Eddie stopped breathing it and launched himself right through the flames and punched Yidolus as hard as he could, than did a full spin of his tail, whipping him and he fell on the ground. He rushed and shielded Tamika while shouting in an angry tone "Don't you ever touch her again!" Yidolus got up saying "Well, I might've underestimated you, but, it won't be enough to save you!" someone shouted "How about now?" and he looked to his left and someone punched him on the ground. It was Anderson who got out of the battle. Yidolus got up saying "You shouldn't have done that." before hitting Anderson with his head and pinned him on the ground, but soon left him and approached Eddie, who stepped in protecting Tamika. And Yidolus attacks him, he attacks back and the two lock in mortal combat again. Tamika was getting up and in the moment she saw Eddie fighting with Yidolus, she forgot about all her pain and launched herself in the combat to help. In the battlefield, the three dragons wore overwhelmed and cornered. Ranico says "Somebody do something!!" back in the field, Yidolus was just throwd to the ground. Eddie and Tamika wore standing ready to fight close to each other. Yidolus got up saying "I see you're not as weak as I thought, but... you will not win." EDDIE: Tamika, I think we need the last thing we would've thought? TAMIKA: Breathin' fire? EDDIE: Yes, but I don't think we will stop him! TAMIKA: Eddie, we can do this! Together! EDDIE: (looks stunned, than nods seriously) And both inhale, Yidolus roars and charges at them, and both breath fire, but it was a large force, stopping Yidolus in his tracks. The light of the fires was seen from the battlefield, as dark dragons take notice, freak out and run away. RANICO: What the god?! And the three rush to the fire and gasp at what they see. Yidolus than retreats, and the two stop breathing. Both wore injurd mostly on the back side of their necks, but Eddie was also wounded on his front right leg, and Tamika had a large wound on her shoulder. DOMO: My... stars... SATIA: That was so... amazing! DOMO: You guys wore so amazing! RANICO: Have you ever seen dragons breath fire like that?! I tell ya, never! Both wore left to pant exhausted and hurt. DOMO: Man, you don't look so good. SATIA: Oh, Anderson! He was just getting up. ANDERSON: No worry, I'm okay... RANICO: (steps in front) I mean, can't it get better than that? Of course it CAN!! I mean, you guys wore not even half of the other dragons! Turn back when you've got something better. Than he jumps over an incoming small flame and hides, and Tamika was just snorting an air inhale. SATIA: Don't listen to him. He thinks great is terrible. EDDIE: Oh, this has been the worst day of my life! SATIA: I'm really sorry you two had to experience pain and fear, but that's just how life is, even when you're not a dragon. TAMIKA: I guess she' right. EDDIE: I never experienced pain and fear in my life! RANICO: (whispers to himself) Welcome to the world, buddy. ANDERSON: Not too much now until the Elixir. EDDIE: C'mon, if we got this far, certainly we can take a few more steps! TAMIKA: I'm with'ch you. DOMO: You guys are hurt, you should take a rest. TAMIKA: Nothing will stop me! EDDIE: Me neither! ANDERSON: Okay... let's go. And they continue the walk, but the will take their toll eventually. After 2 minutes, the wounds have taken their toll on Anderson. He collapses on the ground in pain. DOMO: You okay? ANDERSON: I... am... don't worry. He tries to get up but collapses again. ANDERSON: I take that back. You should go ahead without me. TAMIKA: But... ANDERSON: No, I will slow ya'll down, and you need to reach the Elixir before the wounds will act on you two. The Elixir also heals wounds if touched. SATIA: You guys can go, we'll stay to take care of him. EDDIE: But we don't know the way! SATIA: Just go straight forward. We wish you luck. RANICO: If we survive in this crazy place. EDDIE: But... what about the power that can take the force field! We don't know it! TAMIKA: And all the sudden, we will realize that we have gone all this way for nothin'! ANDERSON: Guys... in the last night... I realized that the secret power to overcome the force field... is with you two. Go... you shall see, and be sure to touch it in the same time. EDDIE: But... what about you? You need to change back too! ANDERSON: No... just go. I'll be happy, if I know I helped two turn back to what they are, it doesn't matter if I stay a dragon. Now... go. Eddie and Tamika look at each other than turn and continue to walk on their own. Minutes later, the wounds have started to act. Eddie started to limp with his right front leg, and Tamika also couldn't take it. TAMIKA: I don't know... if I can do it. EDDIE: You can! We must... or who knows what will happen to us! TAMIKA: Don't'ch you get it?! It's over! We're too hurt, we don't know what power can overcome that force field, and we won't make it! And she just lies down crying silently. Eddie lied down close to her and wiped away her tear with his hand and begun to say: EDDIE: Tamika... if we won't make it... I have something to say. TAMIKA: What? EDDIE: Well... I've been hiding this long enough, but I... Than a glow blinded his vision, and he looked in front, it was white. And Tamika got up, and both rushed to it. When they got out of the bushes, it was the Elixir, which looked like a giant crystal, that had a white shield EDDIE: Tamika... I think we're here. And when he reaches it with his right leg, the shield electrocutes him. TAMIKA: What did Anderson say?! Touch it in the same time? EDDIE: Well... we came this far, we should try. TAMIKA: I don't think we can do it. EDDIE: Tamika... we can... together. She looks at him, and she could tell he's right. And both raise their right legs and touch in the same time the shield, and than a huge glow suddenly bursts seen throughout the realm. Than a what appears to be opening is seen in front. Eddie shouts "Here's our chance!" and both go for it, and the next thing they know, they bump in the crystal, which explodes in a white glow and send the glow in them too. The four dragons came just in time, Anderson seemed to be making it. The large glow that could be seen throughout the realm disappeared. The four dragons covered their eyes with their wings, and they take the wings away to look and be amazed: 17. The Ending Indeed, Eddie and Tamika wore changed back. Eddie was getting up with his hand on his forehead. Ranico shouted "YEAAH!!" and ran and hugged him who asked "What happened?" Ranico shouts "You did it! You both did it!" Tamika asked "We did?" And looked at her hands. SATIA: Man, you guys are a miracle when you are together! ANDERSON: Yes... the power that was so unknown, yet so powerful, it was love. RANICO: Hold on, you knew all along? And you didn't told us?! ANDERSON: I had to be secretive, don't I? TAMIKA: OH, I'll show you secretive! And she walks to Anderson and punches him in the leg, and he holds it up in pain. ANDERSON: That... and I never thought it would happen! SATIA: (to Tamika)Woah, hold the strength. RANICO: Actually, I never told this: they can also change back into dragons whenever they want! ANDERSON: Actually, that's just a misunderstanding, 'cause many say more things to other things than what those things are capable of in reality. Now, these two have the powers of dragons, except for flying. RANICO: Man, nice way to put the words in repeats. And man, when I get home, I am going to give Verde a piece of my mind! SATIA: Oh... such a long journey. EDDIE: Wait, how did'ch you make it? ANDERSON: I'm a dragon, right? We can always make it. So, now that we're together again, and happy, why don't'ch you two... ah... you know? Ah... RANICO: (looks at him bored while he continues) OH, come on! If you're gonna mumble your words not being able to say anything, at least say you can't say it! Oh, (slaps his head) great! Now I'm starting to repeat my sentences! DOMO: Ooooh! And Domo puts his hand on Tamika's head and Eddie's head and turns them to each other and says "Now I get what'ch you wanted to say!" and pushes them to each other and their lips touch. Ranico's jaw drops, Satia gets stunned, so does Anderson. Both Eddie and Tamika wore stund at first, than their eyes started to close, and they got in the mood. For the first time ever, they wore actually kissing, and both's hands went up and they got into hugging, and Ranico couldn't hold it in: "My GOD!!" and they broke away blushing heavily. RANICO: I couldn't take it! They wore... dear, I say it... K-I-S-S-I-N-G! (gasps) I got the last letter! I GOT THE LAST LETTER!! SATIA: Lucky you! EDDIE: Why did'ch you do that?! DOMO: I had to make this ending perfect, didn't I? Tamika than walked up to Eddie and said "Actually, I kinda liked it." Eddie looked at her stunned, than instantly smiled and was about to speak until Satia started to say "Jeez, have any of you noticed how Ranico never thinks before he speaks?" totally changing the subject. RANICO: Pipe down, ya harpy! I always think before I speak! DOMO: I'll believe that when I see it. EDDIE: Guys, I just want to get back home. TAMIKA: Same here. SATIA: We're tired, it has been a long journey, but I think improvising to be a flying horse won't hurt anyone! As Satia and Domo stand down, letting Eddie and Tamika mount them, Anderson says "You guys can go, I'll be okay." DOMO: Sure, we'll come to pick you up! And they spread wings and take off, followed by Ranico. SATIA: You know, Ranico? In all of this, you hadn't done much except following us. RANICO: What?! For all the help, that's the thanks I'm getting?! TAMIKA: She's right! RANICO: Well, it stinks! I don't need praises! DOMO: Okay... shut up and follow, pal! RANICO: I'm with you. TAMIKA: (yawns) I feel like I could sleep for a week! SATIA: Hey, you guys can sleep, we'll take it easy with the flying. Promise! Anyway, it will take some time to get to the city. And the two wore really tired, and fell asleep mounted on the dragons, who glided easily above the forest forward in the air. Hours later, when the night had almost come, Satia, Ranico and Domo reached the borders of their realm. Ranico complains "Oh, man! I don't remember flying this long!" Satia states "Quit complaining! We're dragons, we're meant for this." and they reach Atlanta, and fly above the city to find a perfect place to land, until Domo said "Look! There!" and turned to the right, so did she and Ranico. He had just flied to the very same fountain where they practically met. Domo lands down gently, so does Satia but Ranico is nowhere to be seen, though he landed behind to look at the fountain. DOMO: Wake up, Eddie! We're back! EDDIE: (opens eyes by half and lifts his head) That was the bumpiest sleep I have ever took! SATIA: (while Tamika unmounts her) Well, sleeping on dragons can be bumpy. TAMIKA: Hey! Look! I recognize that fountain! EDDIE: (comes by her side) I do too. DOMO: Yeah... it's when you two met, remember? TAMIKA: (looks at Eddie) I do remember! EDDIE: Me too. And they both smile at each other. SATIA: Has anyone seen Ranico? And from the jet to the left, appeared Ranico right on it, as the power of the jet kept him on top, and he shouts "Woah! Woah!! WOOHOO!! Hey, guys, look! Dragon on the water jet at 5 o' clock! Don't forget yo' popcorn, whatever that is!" while enjoying the time, the four just laugh. TAMIKA: Wait! Where's the rest of ou' friends? EDDIE: I think I know...! The kids wore just walking to the road sad and Li'l D leaned on a building sad. PHIL: I am sure they are around here somewhere! LI'L D: That is what you say five minutes ago. KIM: C'mon, we can't quit! There must be places we haven't looked! LI'L D: Like where? They gone for good. He even started to cry silently, until a voice from in front asked "Li'l D, what'ch you doin' cryin' like that?" he responds "Just that you and Eddie are gone for good." Eddie says "Uh... Li'l D?" the kids widen eyes, Li'l D looks and flinches before shouting both their names, and the kids rush and give them both a crushing hug, at a moment, Madison hugged tight Eddie and stated "We really missed you so!" and even kissed him on the cheek, as he looked shocked and angry in the same time, than slowly pushes away Madison annoyed and wipes his cheek with his hand still annoyed, but she kept smiling. LI'L D: Where have ya'll been? We was worried sick! KIM: Yeah! We thought something bad happened to you, guys! PHIL: But we are so happy to see you now! EDDIE: Thanks, guys. But we really owe it to our new friends. And points to the three dragons. Li'l D steps closer a little and asks "So, where wore Eddie and Tamika?" DOMO: Well... we'll explain later. RANICO: But MAN!! You should've seen us and the love birds here in action! TAMIKA: Hey, who're you calling love bird? RANICO: Don't ruin the moment! Oh, man! You should've seen us! We traveld so far, we've beat the skin off of the bad guys, and we've traveled all the way here, together! Especially Eddie and Tamika! Man, you should've seen how a good team they make! TAMIKA: I guess yo' right. We do make a good team. EDDIE: We really do! LI'L D: Guys... am I dumb, or did she just agreed on that? KIM: She so agreed! RANICO: Man, look at their faces! HA!! Priceless! LI'L D: Tamika? Do you like Eddie? TAMIKA: What?! No way! And you stay out of this, foul! And punches him in the arm, but Li'l D just thinks "Just like good times!" RANICO: Good one! SATIA: I thought it was a perfect one! RANICO: No, good one! SATIA: Perfect! RANICO: Good! SATIA: Perfect! RANICO: I said GOOD!! And Ranico takes Satia in a sibling fight, as she turned her back to the wall while fighting with Ranico, who was biting her snout. Domo rolled over his eyes, Tamika just slapped her forehead while Eddie just looked confused like the rest. KAM: Now I know how ridiculous me and Kim look when we fight! KIM: (looks at him with an eyebrow raised) Than at a sudden, Satia turnd her face to the wall, in the process, pushing Eddie with her tail right in Tamika and their lips touch. The kids shock, Satia and Ranico end fighting when they see, Domo raises his eyebrows, and in all this in a second. Both nearly got into the feeling, as shown by eyes closing slowly, Ranico overly and quickly whispered to himself "Don't separate, don't separate, don't separate!" when Eddie immediately breaks off from her realising that the others wore watching, both blush deeply while looking at each other stuned, but Tamika turns her view away practically smiling and blushing, while he looked at her less stund. The kids' jaws practically drop, except for Madison who was just smiling while looking, Ranico started "AH!! They separated! Well, I can say this has to be the most romantic moment I have ever seen between you two! OH, they wore definitely K-I-S-S-I-N-G! (Gasps loudly) The last letter! I got the last letter again! I GOT THE LAST LETTER AGAIN!! BOY, I'm good. " SATIA: Wow, I am so impressed I forgot to cheer. RANICO: Ahh, feel that sensation in your heart! Hey, maybe they'll have an 'our song'! Techno stile! You know, like: (starts singing slowly)I've kept this a long time, but I can't keep it loo...- (coughs three times very loudly and long) DOMO: Two things. One: that wasn't techno, that was slow. And two: you really need to take something for your neck. The kids wore stunned, as the couple look at each other lovingly. This until Li'l D managed to say "T-Tamika...?? You... like Eddie?!" and Ranico placed his hand on his mouth and said "Woah, enough talk! Let's watch and listen!" Domo says "What's to listen? You can just sing." and Satia punched him in the snout. Than suddenly, a light appeared lighting the area from the street, Ranico said at first "What the..." than shouted "AH!! It's a ghost!" and hid under Li'l D's hat, though he was too large to fit in, yet his back did fit in. Li'l D said "That ain't no ghost, that's..." Sunny came first shouting "Tamika! Eddie!" and he was with many more people, including principal Luna who shouted "Their appereance is fantastic, no?" while the dragons just look everywhere confused. Ranico ran under Satia's legs and looked everywhere. but most people's view turnd to the dragons. RANICO: Hey, no need to panic! We've kept them safe and sound! LUNA: Ah, the most fantastic ah... what the heck are you? RANICO: We're dragons! And better get the music, 'cause those two are in love! SATIA: Ranico! LUNA: In love? SUNNY: In love? LI'L D: In love? RANICO: Stop repeating! And yes! Can you believe in miracles!? AU!! SATIA: (just whipped him with her tail) What my dorky cousin means is that those two kids, have been on a long journey. Together. SUNNY: Well, they do say after a couple of people have been through so much, they usually form a bond that lasts a lifetime. RANICO: And they have! Tamika went to Sunny and shouted "When I say stay out o' this, I meant you too!" SUNNY: Okay, no need to...- DOMO: Get too personal, now. Eddie just than, came to Tamika to say "Tamika, that's what I wanted to say. I love you." Ranico says "Li'l D, I can do it for you." closes his eyes, than opens them to make a shocked look and drops his jaw. The two dragons smile mouth open, Tamika at first looks stuned at him, than she smiles at him lovingly, while he looks stuned at her. Ranico than makes a normal face while shouting "I am not doing anymore!" he just looks stuned at the two, who seemd to be getting closer to each other. Ranico kind of objected shouting "AS! I was saying, people, you don't have to be affraid anymore, the cute couple here is safe! But except that guy over there, (Points to Li'l D, who looks at him angry with one eyebrow raised) he creeps me out." Sunny than shouts "Al right, party people, we can all go home, and you three, thank you." Domo says "Ah, no problem, pal. WOH!! Somebody asked to say hello for you!" SUNNY: But who? SATIA: A friend of ours! SUNNY: Okay, that's cool. Li'l D finally realised what's going on: Tamika is in love with Eddie, and thought it was ridiculous for Tamika, who is usually too stubborn and annoying to be in love with someone like Eddie, he even bursted in laughter, shouting "Tamika's in love with Eddie!" Tamika walked over there and punched him so hard, she had thrown him forward right into Philly Phil, and the two fell down. She came there saying "You asked for it." he says "Yeah! We missed you, Tamika!" like before. The two large dragons wore just talking with the crowd, distracting all from the kids, 'cause frankly, no one ever saw a dragon before, and a flesh and blood one was too much to be ignore. Ranico came to the group saying "Wow! Those two sure know how to attract a crowd." Sunny's attention wasn't to the dragons, but to the kids. EDDIE: By the way, where are our parents? SUNNY: They're back home. I told 'em to go, 'cause we would've find you two. RANICO: Yeah, even if it takes all week to look in the same spot! PHIL: So, where have you two been?! Was it space?! LI'L D: Space?? PHIL: What? I like space! TAMIKA: It's a lot to say, we'll fill ya in later. RANICO: Man, I gotta practice my singing voice! SUNNY: Yeah, you do that. KAM: By the way, was it wonderful where you two been? EDDIE: It was. TAMIKA: But it ain't more wonderful than being home. EDDIE: And with the one you love? RANICO: God! We'll need a rhyme for that. SATIA: Rhyme this! (punches him) RANICO: (annoyed)Yeah, no place like home! (normally)Man, I think me and Satia are gonna be in trouble if we don't go back home soon! EDDIE: Yeah, I think my parents are gonna kill me! DOMO: (comes from the crowd with Satia)No, it's not you two's fault, I'm afraid it's our's. But, now we're safe, and it's like all that never happend. RANICO: Wellh... I'd say most didn't happened. Huh?! Huh?! HUH?! SATIA: Shut up. RANICO: Okay. Hey, wait a second! SUNNY: Alright'ch ya'll, let's all go home. SATIA: Yeah, after some momentum moments. RANICO: Momentum moments? Wow, talk about sentence repeating and cranking it up. DOMO: Well, it's best we all go home too. SATIA: Yeah, we'll see each other again soon. And the three dragons run and take off to their realm. SUNNY: I hope you two learned a lot from that journey. TAMIKA: Yeah... we learned. EDDIE: We sure did. PHIL: Yeah, you learned that we are terribly surprised! KAM: Yeah! I mean, Tamika! You never liked Eddie that much before. TAMIKA: I'd be glad if you stay out of this, okay? (while threatening with her fist) KAM: Okay... SUNNY: (to the crowd)Alright'ch ya'll, break it! Meanwhile, at the three dragons. DOMO: Do you think the gang will be that surprised?! SATIA: By our knowledge, yeah! RANICO: Man, talk about flying for a lifetime! That seemed like a lifetime! SATIA: Whatever. DOMO: Yeah, I think this story has a happy ending after all. SATIA: With an epic journey! RANICO: Hey! What do you mean ending?! This is only the beginning! DOMO: Yeah, it's a hole new beginning. SATIA: And considering the two in love, those kid's days will never be the same, again. DOMO: Boy, you got that right. And they continue to fly home. But somewhere in the dragon realm, in a cave, in total darkness, the red glowing eyes of a mysterious creature could be seen, telling us that the journey has only just begun. End file.	Class of 3000, Fantasy, Romance	Fanfiction	null	169,874	21,739.2
null	Class of 3000 The New Kid in School THE NEW KID IN SCHOOL Disclaimer: I don't own Class of 3000 or any of the characters, Although I do own John Michael "Mikey" McCarthy. ( Summary: A new celebrity has come to town he's got the looks, he's got the style and fashion and most of all he's a kid!? Contains MadisonXOc whatever that means...) _I = _actions ()= What characters are thinking. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _School bell rings, _By this time every student rushes to their specific classes, especially the 1st year music students who were walking down the hallways of Westley school for the performing fine arts. "Man, who knew that history test could be so Hard." said Lil'D in a disappointed way. "Actually, Lil'D you were sleeping through the entire period." Kam explained. *flashback* _We see Lil'D lying his head down on his desk snoring._ *flashback ends* "Not as far as I can remember" Lil'D replied while he closed his locker. "Anyways, we gotta go to music class before principal Luna catches us late for class again" said Kim. "You mean like what he did when we were late for science class?" Eddie asked raising his eyebrows. *flashback* _Glass crashes, we see a hall monitors coming down SWAT style, students screams._ "You are late for music class and that is not...how do you say,not acceptable!" said Principal Luna in a strict way. _Background turns to an inferno type theme._ _Principal Luna hands over detention cards to each student._ "Now all of you will go to detention for 30 minutes after school's over." Said Principal Luna raising his fingers like a dictator. *flashback ends* "And imagine he did all that just to give us a bunch of cards." Madison explained while closing her locker. _Class enters classroom, _Inside the music class there were different types of instruments there were percussions, pianos, woodwind instruments, string instruments like the violin, the bass, and the harp, there also was a complete drum set, but what's a music class without a teacher their teacher was international music pop and funk star Sunny Bridges. _Sunny is holding Ms. Lila's hands_ Lil'D cleared his throat before speaking "Ummm Sunny?" "Oh, Hi class so...how bout you an' me...OH Lil'D!" Sunny said surprisingly. The students always notices that Sunny and Ms. Lila are always together everyday so Madison just had to ask... "Aren't you two gonna get married someday?" Madison asked cheerfully. "NO!" Both Sunny and said shyly. "I mean...I was only about leave, bye Sunny..." said waving goodbye to Sunny followed by a flying kiss. "Yeah...goodbye, i think." Sunny said love strucked. "Looks like someone had a good time a while ago while it lasted." Kim said joking. Sunny turned his head towards Kim and said "What? No I don't we were just getting to know each other better know what I'm sayin' li'l bit?" Kim replied "Yeah, right" while she was going to her seat. All the students went to their seats waiting for the lesson for today. "Aight lil' people..." Sunny said with a serious somewhat relaxing attitude "Today we gonna learn about, classic songs." Sunny continued. "Classic songs?, you mean like Mozart? Kam asked excitedly. "No Kam it's more likethe songs from the 60's." Sunny explained chuckling a little bit. Tamika scoffed "The 60's?!Dang Sunny, nobody ever listens to those songs anymore." She explained. "Relax Tamika, I heard old people said that oldies are goldies" Kam said smiling. Just as Tamika was about to say something Principal Luna came in for a special announcement. "Señor Bridges." Said Principal Luna. Sunny answered "Hey, Luna Lun what's up" Sunny said with a handshake. "I will tell you what is up Señor Bridges you will be having a new student on your class" Principal Luna said smiling cheerfully. "A new student huh? Is it a boy or girl" Lil'D asked raising his eyebrow. Principal Luna replied "I still do not know my boy but I will find out soon, and that would be all my students and you Sunny Bridges." Principal Luna waved goodbye while he closed the door. _Who is the new student? _Everybody wondered. Allow me to introduce myself I'm John Michael McCarthy or "Mikey" for short,I'm 12 years old sometimes I consider myself as the youngest celebrity in Hollywood that's what people told me, My family and I moved from Peachtree City to Atlanta because my mom had a job offer in Atlanta's colonary arts and my dad...well he's just happy to be in Atlanta 'cause he's a famous anchorman on channel 11 and me...well I just wanna be a musician, so my father enrolled me on Westley school for the performing fine arts, my father keeps telling me "C'mon son you'll have fun here." But I just don't feel comfortable with the atmosphere around me. "Cheer up Mikey aren't you happy that your mother just got a opportunity of a lifetime?" My dad told me in a polite way. "More like an opportunity for disaster." I replied. "Don't worry son by the time we get there you'll be amazed of what you'll see" Dad told me proudly. "Yeah, just like what I'm seeing now..." I said it in a gloomy way while looking out the car window. My Dad let out a sigh and said, "Look, I know what you feel son you're just homesick." Dad tried to explain. "I'm not homesick!" I replied. "Riiight..." Dad told me raising his eyebrow. "I'm serious, I just don't feel comfortable being in a new school." "You'll get use to it, all you have to do is just think about happy thoughts." "The only happy thoughts I have is my old job back at Peachtree county." "Are you still thinking about that job?" "Of course, it's the only job I can do." "C'mon Mikey photojournalism is just too tiring." "Don't worry Dad I'm used to it except for that time when Principal Samuel assigned me to the milk farm." *flashback* _Cow mooing, camera snaps_ "...Now don't stand near the cows or else they'll spit on you or eat your valuable things." The owner of the milk farm explained. "What do you mean eat our valuable things?" I asked with my arms crossed. "They could eat your valuable things just like what Annabelle is doing right now." He chuckled a bit while explaining. "Huh?" I looked to my right side, _the cow chews a piece of film from Mikey's camera, _"Hey!" I exclaimed and grab the film and manage to grab half of the film. Everybody in the Milk farm laughed hysterically while I brush off the drool on my film. *flashback ends* "Yeah, I remember you telling me that speaking of which, we're here." My Dad stops the car in front of the school. "Well son here's your stop" My Dad told me while opening my door. As soon as I step out of the vehicle I got my first impression. "HOLY COW!!!" I exclaimed. _Cow mooing._ "Not that kind of cow..." I said seriously. Ok maybe a WILD first impression the only thing i could do is ask... "Is this a house or a mansion?" I ask my dad puzzled. "_Laughs _Of course it's a school, by the way you forgot your camera." Dad tossed my camera to me. "Thanks Dad, I'll let you know when it's time to go home." I told my Dad while I get my instrument at the trunk. _Mikey closes trunk_ "By the way son, don't forget to watch me on 11 tonight ok?" "Sure thing." I answered while I snapped my hat. _Car brisks away_ I let out a sigh and walk to the front door, but first things first... _Mikey removes hat, fixes his hair and wears his hat._ Now, I walk to the front door the first thing that came into my mind was _I'm gonna die..._As soon as I walk to the door the hallway is empty and I can hear the teachers explaining the lesson for today, only thing to do is find the principal's office, so I walk to the empty corridors of the school, while I was walking I saw a man mopping the floors near the comfort room he was wearing a gray suit,black boots and he had a "ponytail" hairstyle, so I just had to ask him a simple question. "Ummm, Excuse me sir?" I asked nervously. The janitor looked at me seriously. "What are you doing here aren't you supposed to be in class ya?" He said it with a Swedish accent. "Uh, Actually I'm kinda new here and I have no idea where the Principal's office is and---" He spoke before I could finish. "So you're the new student Principal Luna was talkin' about ya?" He asked me while mopping the floor. "I guess so, by the way I'm Mikey please to meet you...uhh" I offered my hand and stop to know his name. "You can call me Jan I'm the school janitor _shakes Mikey's hand, _I'll guide you to Principal Luna's office after I finish plunging the toilet ya?" He pulled out his plunger and went on. "Sure thing." I answered. Hm, first day at Westley and I'm starting to get bored...Well maybe half-bored the only thing I could do is wait for the janitor to finish plumbing, _After 5 minutes_ "Alright kid, we can go to the office now ya?" said Jan after cleaning the toilets. "Zzzzzzzz...." " _Grabs water spray, sprays it to Mikey _Kid wake up..." Jan called me. "_Yawn, _Uhh..what...why am I wet?_ Wipes off face _Oh! oh alright" I got up and pick up my _guitar_ case and followed him. We were walking to the hallway and then we reached our destination the sign reads _Principal Luna School Principal._ "There you go kid if need any help just ask me now, I'll go do some dirty jobs in the Cafeteria" _Grabs broom and leaves._ "Well this is the moment of truth..." I said to myself _opens door slowly, _"Ummm, hello?" "Ah, Señor McCarthy you have made it I am how'd you say "glad" to see that you are interested in being a student here at Westley" He shook my hand gladly. "Please to meet you Principal Luna so you do know that I'm a celebrity right?" I ask crossing my arms. "Yes, I knew that since the time your father came here, He is the famous newscaster of the channel 11 news yes?" "Yeah that's right so what do I do now?" "Well...umm...why don't you have a seat first and I'll get the papers for you to sign will it be okay if you wait for about 5 minutes?" "I guess so." "Fantastic." said Principal Luna before he left the room. "**sighs All alone and bored...man, being a normal kid sure has its limits." I explained myself. Well for one thing the school looks cool, the janitor seems a little bit wierd, and the Principal...well he didn't care even though I'm a celebrity and a model for commercials only...something's telling me this is gonna be a really, really fine day...for now. _Door opens_ "Señor McCarthy I'm afraid you don't need any papers to sign." He told me cheerfully. "Why?" I asked. "Because it appears that we have some problems in our printing machine due to...pop quizzes." He replied. "Pop quizzes? Oh yeah i had one of those since I was in pre-school." I replied back. "Well then, all that is left is for you to meet the music class students and their first year music teacher." "Well, that's for you to know and for me to find out right?" "Yes, How did you know what I was gonna say?" "Hm, don't know it just sorta pop over my head." He paused for a second then... "Makes sense to me, now come with me" "Where are we going?" "To meet the first year music students" "Umm...sure, but one question" "Yes?" "Is my hair ok?" "Yes, it is." "Thanks" Well we're on our way to music class and I think I'm gonna like this school... "_mutters..._Ahh here we are the first year music class,but be careful because sometimes when the class see a new student they go how'd you say...hyper." Principal Luna explained. _Meanwhile in music class_ _Funk music plays_ "Yeah that's right...Keep it up kids" Sunny said while snapping his fingers to the beat. _Knocks on door_ "Ok class we'll take a 5 minute break" Sunny said putting down his stick down on his desk. _Sunny opens door_ "Mister Sunny Bridges I would like you to meet your new student Michael McCarthy" said Principal Luna. "Wait, Mikey McCarthy? The son of the anchorman Simon McCarthy Jr.?" Sunny exclaimed. "Shhh!" I hushed Sunny, "I don't want anyone to know I'm Mikey McCarthy they'll go crazy on me...I just need a day off you know." I explained. "All right son, I get your point, I won't tell anybody" Sunny said chuckling a bit. "Thank you" I answered. "Well, I think your on your own Señor McCarthy, please note Sunny Bridges that Mikey needs to be how'd you say between math and your students?" "Counting on them?" I answered. "Yes, you are so good at guessing eh?" Principal Luna said in joyful way. "Let's just say I was born lucky" I answered. "All right I guess we'll see you later Luna-Lun" said Sunny. "Yes, we will Señor Bridges" said Principal Luna while walking away. _In music class, students chattering_ "All right class settle down I'd like you to meet the new member of our class Mik---" "Rick Shaw" I smiled nervously. What?! I had to do somethin' I mean he was gonna say my name out loud, ok back to my story... "Rick Shaw?...I mean yeah Rick Shaw from Nagasaki" Sunny said with a fake smile on his face. I looked at him and thought _What a priceless smile..._ "Well nice to meet you Rick, names Lil'D leader of the band~" Lil'D was cutted off by Tamika. "You ain't the leader of this band fool! Sorry if the li'l guy's buggin' ya new kid." Tamika said while a pulling Li'D away. "Oh, don't worry about it and you are?" I asked politely. "The names Tamika Jones new kid and if you're about to do anything funny with mah friends I'll give you 100% of my fist to your face." She said threatening me. "Ok." I said like nothing happened. "Interesting..." Kam said suspiciously. "What is?" I asked. "So, Rick how come you don't sound like Japanese?" Kam asked seriously. "Oh that...It's because...well uh." I stammered. "Well?" said Kam raising an eyebrow with arms crossed as if he was a detective. "It's because my mother is Japanese and my father uh..he...never shuts up so I got his accent instead." I explained with a nervous chuckle. "Hmmm...Well makes sense to me my name's Kam" Kam offered his hands to me. "Nice to meet you Kam" I shook his hand. Then, a girl walked around me looking at my outfit. "Hm, hm mm-hmm." "Can I help you?" I asked politely to the Asian girl. "Hm...polo shirt, red necktie, black hat, light blue jeans and Navy blue Converse ...Wow! you seem to have good fashion sense Rick by the way I'm Kim" Kim offered her hand to me. "Nice to meet you Kim _shakes her hand _wait a minute...Kim and Kam are you two related or somethin'?" I asked confused. "That's because Kam's my brother." "And Kim's my sister." Kam explained. "We're twins." They said at the same time. "Twins...Interesting." "Why?" Kim asked. "It's because this is the first time I met twins in my life." I explained with a smile on my face. "By Einstein's theory I am please to meet you Rick, My name's Philly Phil." He offered his hand to me. "Nice to meet you Phil, um no offense, but are you a science geek?" I asked. "Yes I am how'd you know?" "The way you talk sounds like a science geek." I chuckled a bit. "And I'm Eddie Lawrence." A boy with a sweater on his shoulder came up to me and offered his hand. "The Eddie Lawrence the III? The rich kid?" I exclaimed. "That's right." He said proudly. "Hm, I guess I'll have a great time here and nice meeting you all. Wow, This is great nobody notices me and...wait there's one more student I haven't met she wore a floral dress, white headband and..._whew_was she H-O-T Hot! Oh uhh...back to story hehe... "Say who's that girl staring out the window?" I pointed at the floral dress girl. "Oh that's Madison, Rick." Kim explained. "What's she's staring at?" "Oh, probably clouds...again." "Again?" "Well she usually stares at the clouds to...you know find figures." Kim explained with her arms crossed. "Oh...why didn't she introduce herself?" "Hmmm, maybe she didn't notice us, Hey Madison" Kim called out her name. Madison jumped "Hm?" "Come here I'd like you to meet someone." Kim said politely. Madison stand up and went to Kim and me. "Madison I'd like you to meet Rick, Rick I'd like you to meet Madison." Kim introduced. "Please to meet you Madison." I offered my hand. Madison stared at my hand for a second then... "Here you go." She gave me 5 bucks and she smiled. "No, I don't need money I just want a hand shake. I said giving back her money. "Oh...a hand shake ok, right this way." She said grabbing my hand. "Where are we going?" "To the blender you said you wanted a 'handshake'." She explained. I gave her a confusing look. "I meant shake my hand Madison." "Okie dokie." "She grabbed my hand and started shaking it up and down. "Am I doing it right?" She asked cheerfully. "Y-y-y-y-ye-e-e-e-ess" I stuttered due to her shaking. "Ok Madison I think that's enough shaking." Eddie tried to calm her down. "Okie dokie." said Madison in her thrilled way. "Yo, you okay new kid?" Tamika asked. "Yeah I'm okay just having a shaky feeling." I answered. "Aight, lil' people back to your seats and all of you can talk about Rick later in recess." said Sunny. "Ok." Everybody answered going back to their places. "Rick you could over the empty guitar case beside Kam." Sunny said pointing his finger to the guitar case. "Sure _starts vibrating." _I vibrated while walking to the guitar case. "Ok...." Sunny gave a puzzled look at me, "Well anyways today we're gonna discuss about how the harp is made." Sunny continued. _After 10 minutes._ _Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg_ "Alright kids recess, later we'll talk about how the harp is tuned." Sunny _At the cafeteria_ "Ahhh, there's nothing better than having meat loaf for lunch eh Rick?" Philly Phil said getting a tray. "Yeah, Kinda think of it I smell something funny." I commented. "Maybe it's the meat loaf." Kim answered. "The meat loaf?" I looked at her puzzled. "Believe it or not Rick, but Ms. Squattenchowder usually serves some food that are already expired so most of us just bring our own lunch." Kim explained. _Food drops on Phil's plate_ "Ew, _shivers _good thing I brought my own lunch just in case." I pulled out a blue Tupperware out of my bag. "Hey Rick!" Li'l D waved at me. "Come sit with us!" Lil'D showed an empty sit at the table where the others are sitting. I approached their table. "Hey guys what's up?" I said while opening my lunch. "I'll tell you what's up, your food smells good." Tamika said with a delightful look. "Yeah what is it?" Madison asked cheerfully. "Well don't drool on the table ok?" I joked. "Hm, ok." They answered. "My mom made me a Japanese cuisine of...mix seafood." I showed a tray full of any kind of Japanese seafood you can imagine. "Woah, some mom you got." Kim said while eating her Chinese pot rice. "Thanks." I answered "Oh no!" Kim exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "According to Hollywood daily magazine Mikey McCarthy said that he'll never act again for 3 years." Kim said depressed. "WHAT!?" I exclaimed grabbing the magazine. _Mutters words in the magazine_ "Those arrogant jerks I told them it was only a timeout for me!" I yelled. "You told them?" Kim raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh...I mean whoa, heh...uh..This McCarthy guy sure has a good move huh?" I tried to stall her. "What do you mean it's a good move?!"She explained, "Without Mikey acting who'll be Hollywood's most handsome celebrity?" She said depressed. "Hm, Well... don't you think Kurt Hamilton is handsome?" I asked pointing at his picture on the magazine. "No, Kurt Hamilton is just another celebrity, but Mikey is the most talented one." She explained. "_Scoffs _Talented? Girl, that McCarthy guy ain't nothin' but a sore loser." Tamika said while she took a bite on her PB and J sandwich. "Oh, he is so not Tamika! Everybody loves Mikey McCarthy!" Kim answered laying a fingertip on Mikey's picture. "Who's "they"?"Phil asked while he's mouth's full. "The whole school." Kim answered. "THE WHOLE SCHOOL?!" I exclaimed. The school cafeteria was full of McCarthy fans... (thinking) I can't believe it the whole Westley school is a fan of me I better get outta here fast! "Uhh...guys I gotta go...uh, you know get back to class now." I stammered while taking my lunch with me. "What? But lunch isn't finish until the school bell rings." Li'l D exclaimed. "Um...I got better things to do see ya!" I turned around when suddenly... I accidently bumped a student coming my way! "Oh man, I'm so sorry you alright?" I apologized the student in a polite manner. "Yeah, I'm alright." The student said while rubbing his head. "I'm so sorry." I apologized. "Hey, calm down it's not a big deal anyway." The student got up while dusting off he's shirt, "I'll just get another one." He said while walking away. I turned around to my classmates and said "Sorry guys I think I just got carried away." I nervously chuckled a bit when I focused on Kim. She looks like she's seen a ghost... "What's the matter Kim never seen a guy bump a student before?" I pulled my hat down and—Oh no! "My hat!" This can't be happening! I blew my cover... "Oh-My-Gosh, y-you're." Kim stuttered. "Ok Kim let's not make this a big deal ok?" I tried to stall her. "Ok." Kim nodded. "Ok, so we're good?" I asked. "You're Mikey McCarthy!!!" Kim shrieked. "Agh, nut sack!" I whispered. All the students in the cafeteria turned their attention to our table. "You owe me one Kim." I whispered while grabbing my hat on the floor and wearing it back to my head. I began to move away when all the students began eyeballing me...I was only thinking one thing...I-AM-SO-DEAD. _Mikey slides to the empty halls of Westley_ I turned left and right then I started running...NOW!!! _Mikey runs and fans follows_ "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!" Kim shrieked with joy, "I can't believe it he's really here at Westley!" Kim continued. "I know this isn't a great time being star strucked, but we gotta help the poor guy!" Kam exclaimed. "He's right who knows what'll happen to him." said Eddie. _Music class starts running_ _Meanwhile_ I was sprinting for my life, my fans started squealing and shouting out "Come back!" and "I love you!!!" so I had to do something before I end up getting dog piled with fans. " _Huff, puff _All I ever wanted _huff_ was a normal day for me and now this happens all over again!" I was having a hard time running away due to my shoes (Which were Converse shoes) Suddenly I stopped and looked at the sign it reads "Swimming area" "Swimming area?" I opened the door and inside it was a large swimming pool meant for swimming class, "Wow, they have everything here..." I said in a excited look. _Students screaming in a distance_ "Well, It's a risk I'm willing to take." I took a deep breath and dive in the pool. _Students stop_ (Indistinct voice) "Hey where is he?" "Maybe he went that way!" "Let's go after him." _Students starts running down the hall_ (Thinking) Whew, that's a close one _Mikey dives up_ "_Breaths deeply _glad that's over..." I breathed deeply. "And are we glad to see you." Eddie said holding out his hand. I grabbed his hands and he pulled me out of the pool. "Ok boy, you better explain yourself and explain it good." Tamika said putting her fist on my face. "Chill out Tamika the boy needs to catch his breath first." Li'l D said putting Tamika's fist down. "Ok, I'll tell you the truth." I confessed getting up on my knee. "My real name is Mikey McCarthy and I'm a celebrity." I said while dusting off my hat which fell off on the ground near the water when I dived in. "So why'd you lie to us Mikey?" Madison asked. "I had to Madison it's the only way I can do." I answered. "Well, at least the stampede was over eh?" said Philly Phil. "Yeah, at least you guys understand me." I said while squeezing my shirt. "OH MY GOSH!" Kim squealed excitedly. "Oh no..." I whispered. "Mikey McCarthy it's really you and why are you soaking wet?" Kim asked. "Well---" "No , no don't tell me who cares whether you're wet or not you're still you! I haveso many questions to ask you, where do you live? How's your life? When is your birthday? Do you have a girlfriend or are you still single?---" Kim was cutted off by me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down there Kim---" "_gasps _He even called my name right oh Kam I think I'm gonna---" Kim fainted before she could finish what she's saying. "Never worry my dear friend she's always like that." Kam explained patting my back. "I'm never worried." I answered. "Really?" Kam asked. "Yeah, I get that a lot of times just like the time I went to a restaurant with my parents." _Flashback_ _Mikey about to eat his dish, girl squeals_ "Oh my gosh it's Mikey McCarthy! _Squeals."_ _End flashback_ "Hm, so what happened to the girl?" Phil asked. "Well she fainted and was sent to the nearest hospital." I answered. "Must tough being a celebrity huh?" Li'l D muttered. "You can never imagine, but no time for chit chats I gotta get to a safe room and fast." I said hurriedly. "Well, You're gonna need our help." Lil'd said proudly. "Um, we also need someone to help Kim." Eddie added. UNBELIEVABLE! I can't believe these guys understand me okay so we got out of the frying pan and into a bigger frying pan. _Everyone looks around_ "Coast is clear." Kam whispered. "Aight y'all let's move!" Li'l D ordered the others. We followed him and hide whenever there are fans approaching, I'm glad I got a little help from my friends. "Is everybody okay?" I asked politely. Everybody said yes except for Tamika... "Easy for you to say MIkey it wouldn't be easier if I wasn't carrying Kim on mah back!" Tamika said furiously while Kim is still in faint. "SSSHHH!" I hushed her. "Did you just---" "SSSHHH!" I hushed her one more time. "What's going on anyway?" Tamika asked. "Don't you guys think it's a bit too quiet?" Eddie asked nervously. "Hmmm, maybe they all went to the bathroom." Said Madison with a smile on her face "That's crazy how can all the students fit in the bathrooms?" I said looking at her in the eyes. "Hey guys we're almost near the music room!" Eddie said pointing at the door. "Good, let's move!" Li'l D ordered. But suddenly... "HEY EVERYONE THERE HE IS!!!" a student shouted from a distance. _Students approaching Mikey's direction_ "EVERYONE TO THE MUSIC CLASS!" Phil shouted _Music students runs in the music room_ "_huff puff huff puff _Everybody ok?" Li'l D asked. "Yeah we're fine." Eddie answered. "Uhh, has anyone seen Mikey?" Madison asked. _Loud banging through the door, Kam reaching for the door knob_ "KAM! Don't do it!" Phil shouted. _Door hits Kam, Mikey shuts door hard_ I can't believe this! They left me outside to the crazy students tearin' my favorite, yet wet clothes! I just got to say something to them. "Why did you leave me out there?!" I yelled with my clothes wet and messy. "We thought you followed us." said Kam rubbing his head. "What do you mean I followed you?" "Well you we're behind us and Li'l D shut the door with all of us inside---" Kam explained. "Ok, ok, ok I get it, you should learn to speak shortly." I commented. "I know..." Kam said with a frown face "I think you better change your clothes." said Madison. "Sure thing," _Mikey spins very fast_ Well out with the old and in to the new clothes which were the same as the first one I fixed my hair and wore my hat formally. "There all done." I said proudly. "Ugh, what happened?" Kim woke up. "Good morning Kim." I greeted. _Kim squeals_ "Ok don't faint just calm down and relax." I said calming her down. "I still can't believe it you look more handsome than the magazine!" Kim formed a grin to her face. "Why thank you." I smiled at her. _Door knob rattles_ "Oh, crud Hide me!" I ordered them. "Quick in here!" said Tamika opening the guitar case. "Are you crazy?! I can't fit in there!" I said furiously. "Well it's a risk if you don't want to end up being a ragdoll." Li'l D said pushing me inside the guitar case. "You owe us one Mikey" said Tamika while she closed the guitar case. Ok, all of you might be thinking _How does Mikey fit inside it? _The answer is...I have no idea. _Door opens revealing Sunny_ "What're y'all doing here? Ain't recess suppose to be finish when the school bell rings?" Sunny asked raising a eyebrow. _BBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG_ "Uhhh, Lunch's over!" said Li'l D. "Okay...our lesson for now is another kind of guitar called the slide guitar." Sunny said while he wrote the word "Slide guitar" on the board. "By the way where's Rick?" he glanced at his class. "Cut the Rick thing Sunny we know who he really is..." Kim sad with her arms crossed. "Really? and who told you who he really is?" Sunny asked. "Him." Eddie answered. "Who's 'him'?" "DUH! Mikey McCarthy!" Madison cheerfully answered Sunny's question. "MADISON!" The class said at the same time. "Oopsie." Madison covered her mouth. "So, where is he?" Sunny still asked. "In here." An indistinct voice answered. "Who said that?" Eddie nervously asked. "Mikey McCarthy." I said indistinctly. "Please don't tell me he's a g-g-ga-ghost." Eddie shivered with fear. "No dummy! He's in the guitar case!" Tamika yelled. "The guitar case?! How on Earth does he fit inside?" Sunny exclaimed. _CD scratches _Seriously I and all the other readers have no idea... "Yes! ok, now you know where I am now get me outta here!" I yelled furiously. "Yes sir." Phil said approaching the case. _Opens case, Mikey got out shaped like a guitar .Everybody laughs hysterically_ "What? This is what happens if you stay too long in a guitar case!" I explained. "Just hold still while I turn your body to your original state hhhnnnnn!" Phil said pulling my left arm. POP! "Wow! Thanks Phil." I said shaking his hand. "No problem, It's a living." Phil smiled proudly. "Ok now y'all know that he's a celebrity looking for a normal life like me right?" Sunny proudly asked. "Yes!" everybody answered. "Now that makes 2 celebrities in our school and you know what they say 2 is better than 1." Kim jumped clapping her hands. "Ok now back to our lesson which is the slide guitar, and Tamika, which is our guitarist knows what it is right Tamika?" Sunny asked. "Um...Sorry don't know anything called a slide guitar Sunny." Tamika shrugged. "But Tamika your our guitarist so you must know any stringed instruments right?" Sunny complained. "Right, but not all string instruments Sunny." Tamika answered. "Um...I know something about the slide guitar." I raised my hand. Everybody looked at me with a stern face I put my hand down slowly. "Or I could just stay here with my mouth shut right?" I asked shyly. "No, not at all you could answer Mikey, or you're just shy to answer." said Sunny. "I'm never shy." I answered. "Well, then tell me what a slide guitar is." said Sunny. "Ok here goes nothing, a slide guitar is use often in country songs it comes in two kinds one is called a lap slide guitar which is like board and a guitar neck attached to it and the slide guitar has a big circle at the front of it called a resonator which produces sound waves or tones and...that's all I know." I explained with a smile on my face. Well that took a long time to explain, but if it bores them well I don't know what to do with myself. Sunny let out a chuckle "That's correct, well I guess that brings to our second question what instrument do you play?" Sunny asked. "Yeah what do you play?" Tamika asked politely. "Well I actually play 3 instruments the slide guitars, left-handed guitars and percussions." I answered. "Percussions?! _squeals _Oh my gosh I can't believe it Mikey McCarthy playing percussions _squeals then faints_." Kim fainted due to thrilled emotion. "Whoa, Kim needs therapy about getting thrilled easily." I joked. "I agree with you." said Kam. "So you play string instruments and percussion well by the way you mention it you look like you're very good at multi tasking huh?" Eddie explained. "Well you could say that I did multi tasking at a show once." I said with my hand below my chin. "Oh, what kind of show?" Madison asked. "A car show." I answered. _Flashback_ _Car screeches and hits wall_ "_Mikey kicks door_ And that my friends is the show for today _collapses._" _end flashback_ "Wow a stuntman and a host that ain't so bad." said Li'l D patting my back. "Hm, not bad? It is bad I mean the car almost blew up, but thank goodness it didn't." I explained. "Ok back to lesson, Mikey did you bring your instrument here at school?" Sunny asked. "Of course it's right here in my case." I said opening my case. I opened my case and pulled out my slide guitar with my name on it. "Cool instrument where'd you buy it?" Kam asked. "My dad gave it to me last Christmas." I answered. "Ugh, what happened?" Kim woke up unconsciously. "Okay Kim let's put it this way stop fainting in front of the class and just act normal." I said annoyingly. "Ok." Kim said normally. "Good." "Well what are you waiting for give us a sample." said Sunny with arms crossed . "Sure thing." I answered crackling my hands and ready to play. _Country beat plays for 1 minute._ "Well played, for a celebrity..." Sunny chuckled. "That was kinda good." Tamika said politely. "Thank you." I answered. "But not as good as me." Tamika joked. "Yeah I guess so." I answered. "Where did you learn to play like that?" Kim asked with a big smile on her face. "I learned it by myself." I answered. "Whoa, since when?" Phil asked surprisingly. "Since I was 6." I answered. "Can you believe I actually sit in front of it for 5 minutes _chuckles_ oh, good memories..." I continued. "_giggles _I could imagine it right now." Kim giggled. I was thinking that this school is the school that I've been looking for...well I hope so...Well after class it was home time, the time for peace and quiet at home and the others just won't stop talking to me, well there's a first time for everything and the best part is the other students of Westley never recognize me due to my hat which covers my eyes. And a perfect story to tell my parents. "So Mikey how are you gonna get home? Surely you still don't know the neighbourhood." Eddie asked. "Nah, that's ok I have a map of Atlanta." I said holding out an A4 sized map. "Whoa where'd you get it?"Phil asked. "My mom drew it." I answered. "So how're you gonna go home taxi?" Kim asked. "Nah, I'll just walk home." I answered. "Well we're gonna see you tomorrow Mikey." Kam said fixing his necktie. "Yeah, I guess." I said scratching the back of my head. "Oh by the way we're goin' to the Fair tomorrow do you wanna come?" Eddie asked politely. "I better think about it first, Well see you guys tomorrow ok?" I said fixing my hat. "Madison, are you coming with us?" Tamika asked with arms crossed. "No, it's okay I'll just walk home my house is just a 5 minute walk." Madison explained with a smile on her face. "Are you sure? I mean, We can come with you." said Phil. "Thanks Philly Phil, but I can go home on my own." Madison answered. "I got an Idea why don't Mikey take you home for today?" Li'l D said with his hands in his pockets. _Everyone looks at him confused._ Okay let me get this straight He said I should go with the hot blonde...I mean Madison and I am beginning to wonder that she didn't just want to go home by herself, she wanted to go with me...Pretty good excuse for a girl who likes to go with me eh? "Well, that's a good way to treat a celebrity eh?" Kim said a little bit furious about the idea. "It's alright Kim what harm can it do anyway?" I joked. "_sighs _Well for one condition.." Kim said laying a finger on me. "What's that?" I asked. "Can I have your hat?" Kim she begged with puppy dog eyes and a big grin on her face. "Ok tomorrow." I said with a smile on my face. "_clapping her hands excitedly _YESSSS!!!" Kim whispered loudly with joy. "Well see you tomorrow guys! Phil and the others waved at us. "See ya!" Me and Madison waved back. The others we're gone Me and Madison were alone...together. "So uh...shall we?" I said offering my arm like a gentleman. "_giggles _okay." Madison said grabbing my arm. (Mikey thinking ) Oh my God! She's holding my arm ok Mikey no hard feeling don't show that you nervous... ( Madison thinking ) Hm...He's so warm, and handsome and kind Oh...Madison will you just relax you'll be fine... Me and Madison walk down the streets of Atlanta we never said a thing while walking we were just chatting about our personalities and stuff like other kids mostly talk bout when they first meet each other...nervously. _Both laughs_ "That really happened?" Madison giggled. "Yeah I mean imagine I was in a hurry to the Chinese theatre in Hollywood then suddenly I tripped and landed face first to the wet cement!" I laughed hysterically. Madison had a good laughs and giggles and I just laughed with her... "Oh Riley you're so funny!" Madison said as she wipe tears off her eyes. "It's Mikey..." I said seriously "Ok Miley." Madison said with a smile on her face. "No, it's Mikey." I said slowly. "Ok I get it Penny." Madison said cheerfully. "No, its...you know what never mind." I said it in a polite way. "Oh the bus is here Mikey!" She said pulling me. "Oh now she gets my name..._zip!"_ Madison run as if she was late for a TV show or dinner at home... "Good evening, Mr. Earl." Madison politely greeted the bus driver she reached her purse for money, but suddenly I did something no other celebrity would do... "Oh, wait Madison let me pay for that." _LP record scratches_ Yes, I paid the bus toll, I mean c'mon some celebrities are too lazy to take the bus and instead they just go take the usual transport...the limousine. "Hold on I think I recognize you somewhere kid." Mr. Earl said suspiciously. "Um...really maybe I'm just a look alike." I said nervously. "Yeah, it's just like I saw you on a TV show...hmmm...._Ding! _You're Mikey McCarthy right?" Mr. Earl said kindly. "Okay, time to run." I said in a running position. "Oh, don't worry Mikey I won't tell anyone that your here in this bus." Mr. Earl said cheerfully. "You really mean that?" I asked. "Sure Sunny Bridges rides this bus and I didn't even told a thing to anybody, trust me I can keep any secret." said Mr. Earl. "Oh, _whew_ I thought you are one paparazzi guy looking for an interview about my love life." I joked. "Well just sit tight and relax on the Earl express." said Mr. Earl. bus starts moving Well, this is the life...no paparazzi, no camera flashes, and most of all no one to disturb me while taking a rest in the bus seat. I feel sleepy...maybe a quick nap can cool down my "first day at school stress" or so I call it. _5 minutes later, echo voices talks._ "_Mikey hey wake up your stop's here!" _the voice became louder and louder. I opened my eyes and yawned. "Yes, Mr. Earl?" I asked. "You're stop's here Mikey oh, by the way you might wanna wake Madison up." He said as went back to the driver's seat. "Where is Madison anyway?" I asked while rubbing my eye. "She's beside you." Mr. Earl answered. She's beside me? I looked at my right shoulder and she was almost drooling on my favourite shirt. "Hey uh...Madison? we're here wake up!" I whispered. "Huh? _Yawn _just 1 more minute Ma!" said Madison holding my arm tighter. "Oh man, Madison!" I yelled. "Huh!?" Madison jumped. "Time to go..." I said pointing my thumb at outside. "Oh, yeah." Madison said while grabbing her stuff. We were in front of Madison's house she was so happy about something... "Oh, thank you so much for bringing me home Mikey." Madison gave me a friendly hug. "N-n-no p-problem." I nervously replied. "So uh...I'll see you tomorrow Miley?" "It's Mikey and yeah sure I'll see you tomorrow I guess..." I nervously answered while scratching the back of my head. "Okie dokie Mikey, bye _does a flying kiss, _bye." said Madison while she walk up the steps of her porch and went inside her house. "Huh...yeah see you tomorrow Madison..." I said pulling down my hat and started walking. Hmmm... What else can I say? Oh yeah, sweet girl and she digs me this is much better than dating Hollywood itself...What the?! "I don't believe it my house is just a block away from her house...? Cool." I said. _MIkey opens front door._ "Mom, Dad I'm Home!" I called. "Oh, MIkey I'm so glad your home me and your father have been waiting for hours! Where have you been mister?" My mom said with arms crossed. "Well I've been running some errands and boy am I beat so good night." I said while running upstairs to my room. "Your son really has your style eh hon?" _Mr. McCarthy comes out of the trash can_ "I know hon, I know..." My dad said while dusting off his clothes. Well... that's my story and my first day at Westley and The best part is I made new friends who actually understands my problems, anyways..._yawn _Good night! _Lamp clicks._ _-END-_ Well whaddya think? It's my first story R&R P.S. Sorry if I get any personalities wrong. (Next episode: Carnival and Dates)** End file.	Class of 3000, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	43,760	14,484.8
null	Class of 3000 Beauty and the Geek Note: My first ever Class of 3000 fanfic. New student Alexis (Lex) Durfrense comes to Westley School of Performing Arts not knowing what to expect but makes new friends easily with the students in the band. Not only is she a beatific mezzo-soprano in the choir but she also plays the bassoon and the oboe. She falls for the eccentric Philly Phil, which could lead to some jealousy in the normally blissful Madison, who happens to have a crush on Phil. My what now for my who when ?"--Sunny Bridges, Class of 3000 "Your whats are dangling over your where ?"--Principal Pixie Frog, My Gym Partner's a Monkey "So much reality TV that life becomes a sitcom, if you ain't got no rhythm, we'll show you how to get some."--last lyrical bar from opening of Class of 3000 Chapter 1—The Doe-Eyed Piper Only just recently had Westley School of Performing Arts get the memo that a new addition was about to make her entrance into the school. Her name was Alexis Durfrense, and she played bassoon and the oboe. She also had a splendid mezzo soprano voice, so she had been exceptionally gifted in music. Not only that, but she was quite intelligent, could speak a multitude of languages and was a superb student. This is why she had been transferred in the first place. What the other students didn't know was that she was a knockout. Alexis Durfrense was a brunette bombshell with dark Bambi eyes, long legs, and shapely lips. If she had been older, she would've made a perfect model, but at least if her ambition to become a great performer didn't pan out for her later on in life, she would know what direction to take her career. Her nickname was "Lex", and some people even called her "Ally". But, when the students at Westley saw her, the only thing coming out of their mouths was stunned silence. Music class was just about to begin when Alexis entered. The minute the boys saw her, their mouths dropped, particularly the jaw of Philly Phil. "Who is _that_ vision of the metaphysical ?", Phil said in a smitten voice. "I don't know, but maybe she's an angel !", Madison commented, with her usual spacy grin. "She sure is fine, I give her that.", Lil' D added. Tamika balled her hand into a fist and smacked it into her hand. "Not as fine as yours truly, right ?", she said, pounding her fist into her hand a second time. "Oh no. You're the bomb, Tamika girl. You know that.", Lil' D responded, a bit nervously. It was at that precise moment when Sunny came through the door and introduced Alexis to the class. She bowed politely and smiled sweetly: the perfect portrait of a proper lady. After Sunny introduced her, she played a solo on her oboe that was nothing short of breathtaking. Eddie appreciated it most of all, considering he played oboe as well. "That sure was some mighty fine playin', Alexis.", Eddie said, in that honeycombed drawl of his. Clearly he had been struck by the love bug as well, since his eyes focused more on Alexis than on the teacher. All Sunny was trying to do was teach his students, and with a concert coming up, this was a problem. With a stern and firm "ahem", Sunny had been able to retain control of his students, and there were no more outbursts for the day. Chapter 2—Musical Showdown Alexis had become very popular in a short amount of time. She had never been popular before, but she hadn't let the sudden onset of faux celebrity stardom go to her head. Phil, who was normally outspoken and eccentric had turned suddenly romantic around Lex. She had an attraction to him as well and wanted to be taken out on a date by him sometime in the future. However, the brooding Madison, who secretly harbored feelings of love toward him, wasn't liking the prospects of Lex being around her "carrot top". In order to settle her differences, she was going to have a showdown between Lex and herself. Whomever played the best would have the chance to date Phil. But, she wasn't going to go quietly. This battle was going to be big, brash and loud. There would have to be some witnesses to view this contest of reed versus strings. Madison knew exactly what to do. Atlanta was a rather large city. All she would have to do is set up a tent, put up chairs, erect a stage, and put up a sign to designate what the "concert" was going to be. There would be no fee, just an applause meter to measure who received the most plaudits. This would take some time, but she wanted to make it clear she was serious and maybe Phil would notice her for a change. "What's all this ? I didn't know there was going to be a concert in the park...", Sunny said, going over the itineary that Principal Luna had given him for the week. The concert he was planning wasn't happening until Friday of next week but everything was going so well. Yet, this surprise seemed to have knocked him a bit for a loop. Madison, in her innocence, stood with her hands behind her back, not even looking tired. "Oh, it's a contest. Not a concert.", she said, with a lighthearted giggle. Fairly soon, Alexis had arrived there, and then more people appeared. "Must we really do this ?", Lex asked, thinking the whole thing was foolish. "Yes, we must, Ms. Durfrense.", Madison responded, with a bit of hostility in her voice. Sunny was shocked at that display. Never would he have considered Madison to become angry. The only emotion she had shown was happiness in the past, but jealousy changed her demeanor. Madison began her solo first and played some bars from _Fiddler on the Roof_, which were quite impressive. She would have to pull out all the stops. She knew she wasn't good enough to play lines from _The Red Violin_, but if she wanted to beat Alexis and win the heart of Phil she would have to play until her fingers bled. It was time for Lex's performance, and she had even clapped for her rival. In all actuality, she admired Madison for her virtuosity and thought her performance was outstanding. "Why are you clapping for me, silly ? This is a contest !", Madison asked, as she stepped off the stage and walked past. "Because, Madison, you're my friend. What kind of person would I be if I didn't support you ?", she asked, with a smile. Madison was surprised by Lex's answer but she knew that Alexis was being straightforward and honest. Out of the bassoon came the most beautiful, lyrical lines, and it was unreal what the audience experienced. The bassoon was usually a base intstrument, playing unusual parts, holding the rest of the piece together. But she was playing arias, even parts of _Vivaldi's Gloria_. When she had finished there were gasps of glee coming from everyone and a roar of applause washed over everything. Clearly the meter favored Lex, which Madison had predicted. She had tried hard though. Phil stepped up to Madison. "Was this all because of me ?", he asked with a slight tint of pink to his cheeks. "Yeah. It was...", she said, bashfully and a little upset at the same time. "I admire that. Don't let me break your heart though, Maddy. There are plenty of other aquatic creatures in the great blue waters.", Phil said, patting her on the shoulder. Admittedly, she was a little hurt but knew how he really felt. But there had been one dancer, sitting in the back row, rather shyly, who had adored Madison's violin. His name was Samuel, and he was quite talented. Not only did he play trumpet in the band, but he danced ballet, tap and did a bit of Irish clogging on the side. She wanted to hear him play sometime, but he was a bit shy to play for her at first. The young blue-eyed, dark haired semi-goth boy decided to play a bit for her, and it was love at first song. Chapter 3—Resounding Cymbals, Martial Drums, Music Everywhere The concert had finally come, and it seemed like half the state of Georgia had come to hear Sunny Bridges class play. In fact, a last minute addition to the performance was none other than Samuel Castle, the slightly-goth boy that could play one mean horn. Madison had heard him play before and his song put a slight spring in her step. Sammy was a natural and he adored playing music. In fact, it was the one thing that kept him calm and he loved sharing his talent with others. Kim and Kam had played together and Kam had been able to become a little less formal in his piano playing. Sunny had taught him that he didn't need to be so stoic and stodgy in his playing all the time. The music had to come from within, from the soul. Kim was taught to be less brash and play her cymbals to match the sound of the rest of the ensemble. Their overtones were nothing short of astounding. When the concert had ended, the crowd was bursting with applause and cheers. There had been a good will offering for the school, and it was much appreciated since Westley had been falling down from the inside in years past. With the money they raised, they could repair it, and keep the musical programs going. Needless to say, Sunny was extremely proud of his students, though he showed it in a rather laid-back way. Epilogue Though Westley Performing School of the Arts had been known for its delapedated condition, this was no longer the case in current months. Only recently, it had been repaired thanks to the goodwill donation that was given during the last concert Sunny Bridges' class had done. A ridulous amount came in from Eddie, who said he didn't need the money anyway and knew it could be used for something better than upgrading his theme park. Nowadays, Westley was pristine and it was getting a lot of press. Sunny didn't care too much for the media attention and many times he had to kindly turn them away for fear the school would get too much hype. Luckily, the media knew when to back down and Westley continued to be the gem of the state. In time, though, Sunny would have to say goodbye to these kids when they graduated, but he wanted to hold on to every last minute to teach them all he could. They were maturing day after day, and one day they would be tremendous performers. For now, they still had much to learn, just as he had to teach and in turn be taught by them. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	10,131	10,237.5
null	Class of 3000 Carnival and Dates PART 2 *CARNIVAL AND DATES part 2* ( Sorry for the wait ) SEASON 1 EP:3 _I = _actions, areas and descriptions ( ) = What characters are thinking. [ ] = scenes "I can't have this feeling one last time...make it go away..." Mikey told himself Mikey hated the feeling of love, he remembered the first time he dated someone, It was about 2 years ago... [ 2 years ago, Orange County] Mikey holds a bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped box filled with chocolate flowers, he then knocks on the door three times, a redhead woman at her 30's answers the door. "Why Hello there Mikey, what brings you here now?" the Georgian woman asked Mikey as she allows him to enter the house. "Hi Ms. Taylor I brought you flowers and a box of chocolates that just came in today in the store." _Gives flowers, Ms. Taylor lets out a sigh_ "Oh they're marvellous, and these look delicious!" she said with glee. "By the way Ms. Taylor is Elika home?" Mikey blushed. "Sorry son, but she just left with somebody just a minute ago..." _Mikey widened his eyes in shock_ "WITH WHO?" he exclaimed. "Some feller named Salvatore" She replied. "If you want to see her she's at the Italian place down at the corner of Marty's Pharmacy." Mikey then rushed out of the house without another word, he ran for about a mile just to see her. Elika Taylor is a girl about Mikey's age she was Mikey's first love and first girlfriend when he heard that she was with someone else he wouldn't believe it until he sees it. He stopped at the front of Mancini's Cuisine a very well known Restaurant in his town. He then witnessed the most heartbreaking event Elika was with another boy who was older than him. His name was Kent Salvatore, Mikey hated him as long as he can remember, a bully, a thief, and a nemesis. [ Present Day ] Mikey lay down on his bed and letting out a sigh of disbelief. "Mikey you ok son?" Mr. McCarthy asked alongside his wife. "Mom, Dad...I am in love once again...which you probably won't understand...then again you will..." Mikey replied. "IN LOVE?" His mom exclaimed. "IN LOVE?" His dad followed. "In love..." Mikey followed. "No son of mine will be in love...unless the girl is a single, not a oduble-crosser!" Simon belowed as thunder claps, "You see that? That is what I call terror." he added. "And I call it a special effect!" Hay-Lin added. _she showcases a tape recorder_ "Mom, Dad I am in crisis and all you guys can do is fool around?" Mikey scoffed. "C'mon now son, it's just falling in love...it's not like your world's gonna end." His dad remarks. "Thanks I feel sooo much better now daddy-o..." "It's not bad to fall in love Mikey dear, just imagnine it as a task given by your...uhm...well...let's just say it's a task given by your Principal." Mikey widened his eyes and glared at his mother, "Principal Luna?" "Oh Heaven's no not him!" "Listen son, just fight the past and settle in the present." His father added as he played "That's what friends are for" by Stevie Wonder. "I don't know if I can..." "We'll buy you that new game you've been wanting since New Year..." His dad added. "Ok let's do it!" Mikey replied "Tomorrow..." he yawned and went straight to his bathroom, then qith a quick change he was already in his pajamas and he lies down on his bed and yawned out "G'night mom an' dad..." His parents lied down beside him and began snoring until..." Mom, Dad I need to go to sleep so uhm...yeah alone please?" _taps his parent's forehead_ "Oh right sure!" His parents replied as they exit his room shutting off the light. [ The Next Day, Westley ] Sunny was wooing Ms. Lopez during nreak time. "Miss Lopez are you tired?" "No, why?" " Because you are always runnin' on my mind baby girl." _Grabs her hands and rubs it gently with his thumb_ Ms. Lopez blushed and giggled, but she soon breaks the bond and claps her hands. "All right guys now once again the music class volunteered to play some background music for us." "What happened to our phonograph?" a student asked. "Somehow, it was stolen by a bear who wanted to replace the radios for rabbits..." Ms. Lopez replied. "I wonder where Mikey is..." Kim whispered to Eddie who was shining his trumpet. _Eddie shrugs his shoulders_ "I have no idea, in fact I've never see him since first period." he replied as he blew a note. "No need to worry Kim, he'll be here." Phil remarks. "Alright y'all and a one...two...three..._"_ _Mikey bursts the door open_ "Sorry I'm late a bear showed me his necessities like demonstrating his new phonograph, but that's ok 'cause Preston's in the hizzle!" he laughed. "Hey...Preston." Kim waved at him with glee. "Hello Kimmy, nice to see you." Kim blushed and giggled. "Uhm, who are you again." Ms. Lopez asked Mikey. _Mikey bows_ " I am Preston McCarthy, Sunny's new student..._whispers _I'm actually Mikey McCarthy, but keep quiet ok ma'am?" Ms. Lopez nodded in approval, "Okay Preston welcome to dance class, since you're new here how 'bout a little sample of your dance moves?" "Oho, but ma'am I am a music student." "Mmhm, and some music students knows how to dance am I right?" "Hm...well yes...in a way." Mikey replied. "So anyways, do you know any music that could give us the energy to dance like no tomorrow Mr. Preston?" _Mikey takes out his guitar and tunes it_ "Well I know some songs, is your theme like the 60's or this generation?" "60's." Ms. Lopez replied as she stretches. The dance students awed in dissapointment. "C'mon now it ain't all that bad ladies... well no offense, but you guys oughta have the energy to dance I mean you look like the cops tazered you." The dance class murmured showing signs of agreement. "So Preston, what do you have in mind?" Tamika asked. "Well... I suppose we can do a little dance number." _places hands on chin_ "Anything's okay just give us a tune." Ms. Lopez replied. "Anything? Then in that case Guys!" _Mikey along with the music class huddled, murmurs and breaks_ "Okay ma'am we made a decision, Sunny if you please take her hand." Mikey implied, "And now it's time...to RIP IT UP!" Mikey and Sunny's proteges have their fingers ready, Sunny and Ms. Lopez hold hands and gets ready for the number... "_Rip it Up, by Bill Haley and His Comets"_ _Well, Saturday night_ _And I just got paid_ _Fool about my money_ _Don't try to save_ _My heart says_ _Go, go, have a time_ _'Cause it's Saturday night_ _And, baby, I feel fine_ [Chorus] _I'm gonna rock it up_ _I'm gonna rip it up_ _I'm gonna shake it up_ _I'm gonna break it up_ _I'm gonna lock it up_ _At the ball tonight_ _Well, I got me a baby_ _And I won't be late_ _Pick her up in my 88_ _A shag going down_ _By the social hall_ _When the joint starts jumping_ _Gonna have me a ball_ [Repeat Chorus] _Well, along about ten_ _I'm breezing high_ _I walk on out to_ _That groovy sky_ _But I don't care_ _If I spend my dough_ _'Cause tonight I'm gonna be_ _One happy soul_ [ Repeat Chorus] _Well, Saturday night_ _And I just got paid_ _Fool about my money_ _Don't try to save_ _My heart says_ _Go, go, have a time_ _'Cause it's Saturday night_ _And, baby, I feel fine_ [Repeat Chorus] End _Sunny and Ms. Lopez ends the dance with a pose, the whole class applauded and cheered_. _Bell rings_ "Ohoh! Break time!" Mikey yelled, and the entire music and dance class rushed out to the canteen, leaving Sunny and Ms. Lopez in their 'alone time' Mikey and the other ,music students gathered into one table and started a conversation. "Boy the State Fair is at 5PM 'til midnight ain't that exciting?" Madison asked the others. "Yeah, especially fair foods they're edible and not slimy like this sloppy joe...but it's still food so I'm going to eat it anyhow." Philly Phil replied as he ate the whole plate in one bite. "Don't you ever chew your food?" Kam asked. "Am I suppose to?" Phil implied. "Anywho, are y'all comin'?" Tamika asked once more as she dumped her food on Phil's plate. "For sure we are especially on a special occassion..." Eddie's eyes turned to heart shaped pupils. "Down boy..." Mikey joked as he glanced at Madison. Mikey never took his eyes of the violin player, she was a beauty he thought if he could only ask her out and have some alone time he might have an advantage of being her boyfriend. "MIKEY!" Kim yells. _Mikey shakes off his daydream_ "Wh-what now?" He stuttered. "Now that I got your attention, are you going to the fair as well?" Kim asked as she rests her chin on her hands. "Sure! I'd love to, but I'll ask my parents about it." he adjusts his glasses. "Why ask they'll understand." Kam remarks. "Not really Kameron, my parents are somewhat overprotective at some point." Mikey replied. "Oh I see, hold on how on earth do you know my complete name?" Kam exclaimed. "Yeah funny thing, I had accessed to the student profiles during periods." Mikey smirks. _Music students eyes widens_ "So that's the reason why you weren't present at first period." Eddie awes. _Mikey chuckles, A student opens a giant fan causing Mikey's hat and glasses to fly away, all girls looks at him and begins squealing_ "MIKEY!" The girls squealed in sync. "OH GEEZ! GUYS CATCH Y'ALL LATER!" _Imitates Curly whoop then dashes off, fangirls follows_ "Poor Mikey, always gettin' chased around by them dames..." Lil'D commented. "Not exactly..." Mikey replied, _Lil'D jumps_ "Boy whatcha doin' here?" Tamika exclaimed. "Have you heard of stunt doubles?" Mikey remarks as he sat down. "Stunt double? Then that was-" Kim was cut off. "My stunt double, yes" Mikey continued. "Nice move, so what'll happen if they found out?" Phil implied. "Meh, they'll give up and start all over again..." said Mikey. After a good lunch, Mikey and the others return to their class and finished the rest of the day. It was almost a quarter to three and the gang had waved their goodbyes and were on thei way home. Madison on the other hand went with Mikey. "Hey Mikey!" Madison called out. _Mikey blushes red in an instant_ "H-hey Madi..." He nervously chuckled. "Seems like we've been taking the same route since you came to our school." She remarks. "Y-yeah seems it seems like that, by the way are you comin' to the carnival or fair?" he asked. "Sure I am, but I'd like to ask you something." "Yeah well what is it?" "Could you be my escort?" "Escort? You mean like a date? For REAL?" "Yes." "I'd love to! I mean yeah sure why not?" "Sweet, I'll see you tonight then." "Yeah will do..." The bus came and both students went home, Mikey's parents took him by surprise by blindfolding him and putting him on a chair. where a bass solo began. "So son, I heard there's a fair here." "Uh yeah, waht about it daddy-o?" "Do you have, a date?" "You could say that." "I knew it- wait wha?" "Did he say he has a date?" Mikey's mom asked in confusion. "Yes I did mommy." _Lights turns on and Mikey's parents unties him_ "MY BABY'S GROWING UP!" Mrs. McCarthy squealed and hugs Mikey. "Moooom! I gotta go soon so I'm gonna have to change some clothes!" Mikey remarks. "Oh? That quick aren't you gonna have dinner first?" she asks. "No thanks I'll just eat at the fair, and besides I gotta date!" "That's the spirit son!" His father implies. Mikey and his parents had a chat at the living room discussing about Mikey's date with Madison, they were excited as a kid opening his Christmas presents. Mikey then went upstairs and changed his clothes. _4:30 PM _ Mikey rushed down to the bus stop and waited, he looked at his watch and thought, "Crap, I'm gettin' late!" When suddenly a helicopter with a tail ID of Channel 5 News landed in front of him, his father appraoches him. "Mikey son, _imitates Arnold_ GET IN THE CHOPPA!" "DAD! WHAT'S ALL THIS?" "THE BUS STOP TAKES TOO MUCH TIME! NOW GET IN THE CHOPPA!" "ALRIGHT!" Mikey and his dad rode the choppa-I mean helicopter, and were on their way to the state fair. Meanwhile, Li'l D and the others stood in front of the entrance waiting... "Man, you sure that boy's comin'? We've been here for 15 minutes!" said Tamika. "Oh he'll be here!" Kim replied. Suddenly a helicopter arrives, Mikey drops down on a zip line cable in front of them, "THANKS DAD! I'LL TAKE IT FROM HERE!" Mikey yells. "NO PROBLEM KIDDO!" said his father as he leaves the scene. _Everyone's hair is raised_ "Hey guys, sorry I'm late their was air traffic." he chuckles. "Nice hair by the way guys..." he added. _Everyone fixes their hair_ "What made you arrive with a helicopter?" Kam asked. "My father hates me being late so he took me in on the helicopter." Mikey replies as he puts on his glasses and hat. "That's some dad you got." Eddie remarks. "Yeah, he's the best." Mikey replies with glee "Alright so he's here is everyone ready?" Kam asked, everyone agreed and went inside the fair. The fair was bright with neon lights, and the people gathered around from anything from puppet shows, hoop throwing, goldfish scooping, you name it. Mikey and his friends watched a theatre play, then had fun on some rides. After sometime Mikey and his friends took a breather and sat by a gazeebo. It was 7:58PM, Kim rests her head on her brother's shoulder hugging her new stuffed pig she won back at the ring toss. Eddie tries to get Tamika's attention by waving a cotton candy at her. Phil and Lil'D were stargazing, and Mikey mad his move to Madison who apparently was daydreaming again. "Hey Madi, how's it hangin'?" Mikey asked. _Madison turns to watch the stars_ "Everything's a-ok, umm...Mikey there's a reason why I needed you as a date...you see-" "Can I confess something Madison?" "What is it?" Mikey took a deep breathe for this special moment on a special occassion, he is ready to confess his love for the violin prodigy. His heart beats crazy, he sweats like a waterfall, he is covered with a feeling called love. "Madison, I know we don't know much about it other but I'll say this one time only, I love you...and is it ok if I'm your boyfriend?" Mikey confessed. Madison was awestruck, she doesn't know what to do...She then shooks her head and held Mikey's hand. Can this be the response Mikey's looking for? "Mikey...I-I'm sorry..." Mikey's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I love you too...but I love you like a big brother, and I have another crush on someone on our class...I'm sorry..." Mikey was broken hearted, he almost felt faint, he sighed and gazed on the stars. He then let's go off Madison's hand. "Is that so? So why do you need me as an escort?" "I needed you so that me and the others could have a great time together." "Wait so...you just invited me over?" "Yep, so...no hard feelings?" Mikey remembered Elika, the girl he only loved back in his acting career, she said the same thing...He couldn't accept that she was with someone that he hated through the years, but this time he forgets the past and focuses on the present day. Madison reached out her hand, Mikey shakes it. "No hard feelings Madi, we're still friends right?" "Of course!" Madison gave him a friendly hug. After the Fair, Mikey and the others departed ways, He went home without saying a word, his parents were still working the nightshifts. He went straight to his room, grabbed his guitar, opens the window. He gazed at the moon and started playing "I'm so lonesome I could cry" By Hank Williams Sr. He didn't care much about what happened, he only wanted to know that he has friends worth protecting... -END- Next Episode: Anger Management HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS ONE 'CAUSE I'M MAKING MORE FANFICS! EVERY SONG AND EVERY CHARACTER ARE NOT MINE! ** End file.	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null	Class of 3000 Class of 3000 Halloween Special Class of 3000 Halloween Special _It was the day before Halloween. The entire city of Atlanta, Georgia was getting ready for its annual Halloween festival. First there was going to be a big parade and then there would be rides, games to play, a haunted fun house to explore, and a costume & talent contest. Also, there was a special street called Trick-Or-Treat Avenue made for everyone to go trick-or-treating on. At the Westlsy Academy for Performing Arts, all of the students and teachers were also thinking about the approaching festivities. Nobody in the academy was more excited than Sunny Bridges and his music class. At the moment they were rehearsing for the parade which was to be part of the opening ceremony for the festival. The song they were practicing was called Peer Gynt Suite Number 1: In the Hall Of The Mountain King. The students had been practicing for weeks, and the festival was fast approaching. But somehow they managed to work very hard to get the song played the right way._ Sunny: Great job, everyone! Y'all are going to be great playing this song in the Halloween festival parade. Li'l D: Thanks, Sunny. This is going to be the best Halloween festival ever! Madison _(in full agreement)_: Yep! We're going to dress up, go trick-or-treating, get lots of candy, and have a whole lot of fun. Kim: Don't forget, we still need to help work on the haunted fun house for the festival. Philly Phil: Yep, I thought about that, Kim. [_Pulls out a hologram projector_] For starters, I've just built this special hologram projector that creates monster allusions of different kinds. Kam: Great plan! Let's try it out. _This did seem like the perfect idea for the fun house. However when Philly Phil turned on the machine, it started to malfunction. In a panic, the whole class ducked for cover as the machine went crazy and started shaking wildly. Before long, it nearly exploded, but thankfully it didn't. Poor Philly Phil, it seemed that his brilliant plan for the fun house had gone to ruin._ Philly Phil: I guess I didn't have all the plans worked out. Li'l D: Well _now_ what'll we do? We don't have anything for the fun house. Tamika: We need to think of something. Halloween is fast approaching. _Tamika was right. Halloween was, indeed, approaching quickly. With Philly Phil's hologram projector broken down, and the class without an idea for the fun house, things were about to get pretty complicated. They just to think of something for the attraction, and fast, but the real question was where and how will they get a good idea for a surprising sight for the fun house in time for the Halloween festival? This was quite a problem._ Kim: Come on gang, think. There's got to be something we can do. Eddie: But what _can_ we do? There's not much time before the festival. Madison: Don't worry. Li'l D will think of something. I know because he always does. He always has the best ideas. Li'l D: To tell y'all the truth, I've never thought of an idea for festivals before. [_Spots a newspaper article_] Hey, look at this. [_Reading article_] "Mr. Sunny Bridges and Mr. Charles Cheddar-Man selected to be this year's Grand Martials for the annual Atlanta Halloween festival parade." [_He turns over to Sunny_] Sunny, I think you just gave a great idea! Sunny: I always knew that I inspired you, Li'l D, but I didn't think I'd give you any "great ideas". But coming to the point, what's your idea? Li'l D: The first thing we'll do is to have a very important face-to-face talk with the Cheddar Man. _No one could seem to understand the concept of the plan at first, of course nobody understands the concept of Li'l D's ideas at first. Whatever it was that had to do with the Halloween festival, it had to be a good one. As soon as the school day ended they all went over to Cheddar Man's workshop. At that time, Cheddar Man, who was also thinking about the approaching festivities, was putting the finishing touches on the float he was working on for the parade. By the time he had finished, Sunny and his students walk into the shop. Sunny explained to Cheddar Man what had happened to Philly Phil's hologram machine and that they needed help with preparing the haunted fun house for the Halloween festival._ Cheddar Man: Sunny,I'm more than honored to be of help, especially when it comes to preparing for occasions like the Halloween festival. So, the first thing that needs to be done is to have a look at Philly's hologram machine and see what the problem with it is. Sunny: Right! Now, Philly Phil, go and get your hologram projector Philly Phil: Affirmative, Sunny. _As soon as Philly Phil brought in his machine, he allowed Cheddar Man to have a look and see what the problem with it was. After five minutes of tinkering with the appliance, he finally figured out what was wrong._ Cheddar Man: Aha! It's just as I thought. Someone tried to sabotage your machine, which is why it malfunctioned in the first place. Philly Phil: Well, that definatly explains it. But the real question is who could've done this? _This was starting to feel like a mystery. It turned out that someone, or something, had been trying to sabotage the hologram projector, except no one could figure out who caused the machine to malfunction in the first place. I wasn't long before the warehouse lights suddenly went out. Suddenly, there were eerie sounding footsteps. They all stood there in the dark warehouse as they all looked around in fright._ Li'l D (_nervously_): Is anybody there? Kim (_completely scared_): Besides us? _Then, there came the sound of chains rattling. Before anyone could move a muscle or even say anything, a giant sheet was dropped from the ceiling. It landed right on Cheddar Man, Sunny, and the kids covering them up. The twins screamed, Li'l D yelled in terror, and the others shouted in fright. Soon, the sheet was lifted and standing before the group was an enormous ghost, along with a monster. In a panic, they all ran screaming out of the warehouse and slammed the door shut. After words, the lights came back on and two figures appeared laughing to each other. The figures were Kaylie and Haley. Tamika, who saw them through the window, noticed them._ Tamika: I knew it! This was one of Kaylie and Haley's pranks. They've gone too far this time. _I_ can take it, but nobody messes with my friends! _Nobody_, understand! This calls for drastic actions Halloween style! _Tamika seemed to have a plan. Sunny and the others didn't understand what it was that Tamika was saying at first, although no one seems to do so at first. But they soon, they realized that Tamika really did have an idea on how to get back at Kaylie and Haley for, not only scaring them, but also for causing Philly Phil's hologram projector to malfunction._ _Whatever the Tamika had was, it was sure to be a really good one. It seemed a bit complicated, but soon it would prove to be something that would teach Kaylie and Haley a lesson they won't soon forget. It mostly involved the plans for the finishing touches on the fun house. Tamika explained the plan to the others and they thought that it just might work._ Li'l D: Then it's settled. We'll follow Tamika's plan and give those prank-yankers, Haley and Kaylie, a taste of their own medicine. Eddie: Let's hope it works. Tamika: Trust me on this, it _will_. The way I see it, this will be the spookiest Halloween festival this city has ever had. _Tamika didn't have any idea how right she was when she said that this year's Halloween festival was going to be the spookiest the town ever had. In the meantime, the gang went home to get their Halloween costumes ready for the big night. The next day was Halloween, and they all were hard at work putting the finishing touches on the haunted fun house. Meanwhile, Haley and Kaylie, who were unaware of what Sunny & company had up their sleeves, were laughing to each other about the Halloween prank they pulled on the music class and on Cheddar Man over at the warehouse. _ Kaylie (_laughing_): Haley that was the best Halloween prank we ever pulled on anyone in the town. Haley: Yeah, Kaylie. I can't wait till we pull that same prank at the festival on all of the little trick-or-treaters over at Trick-Or-Treat Avenue. Kaylie: Let's wait until after the ceremonial parade to play it. Haley: Good idea. _That's what they thought anyway. But they didn't know what surprises would be in store for them at the festival. Meanwhile, Sunny and the kids, were already in their costumes, had just finished the fun house. First, Lil' D and Madison hung rubber bats from the ceiling. Then, Kim and Kam put up cardboard silhouettes that looked like monsters on a rampage. After that, Eddie and Tamika hung some silk ghost on the wall. Finally Sunny, Cheddar Man, and Philly Phil tested out the now fixed hologram projector. Before long, the haunted fun house was ready. Everything was working perfectly and also realistically scary. And just in time for the festival, because it was almost time for the ceremonial parade to begin._ _Before the ceremony started, Mr. Luna, the principal, nominated Kaylie and Haley, who were just about to go into Trick-Or-Treat avenue to set up their prank, to go into the fun house for its field test. Reluctantly, they agreed to go in. As soon as the two girls entered, Sunny and Cheddar turned on the sound effects to make the house sound eerie. At first, they didn't seem afraid the plastic spiders, the rubber bats hanging from the ceiling, or even the silk ghosts on the walls. However, when they strolled further into the fun house they soon came to a darkish passage way. Soon the kids came out of hiding. But Kaylie and Haley didn't recognize them, and thought they were real monsters._ Eddie (_as a ghost, in a ghostly voice_): I'm the ghost of the Halloween festival! Kaylie: [_screams in fright_] Li'l D (as a zombie, groans like a zombie): I'm the zombie coming to eat your brains! Philly Phil (as a mad scientist): I am Dr. Phillianstein here to use you for my latest experiments! [_Cackles madly_] Haley: [_gasps in horror_] Kam (_as a wolf-man, howls_): I'm the werewolf who tears through your human soul! [_Growls_] Tamika (_as a bride of Frankenstein-like monster_): I'm the grandchild of Frankenstein here eat you up! [_Groans like a monster_] Madison (_as a vampire, with a Transylvanian accent_): I am the vampire hiding under your bed! [_Hisses_] Kim (_as a skeleton_): And I'm the skeleton in your closet! [_Moans eerily_] Kaylie and Haley: [_both screaming in terror_] _All this seemed like too much for Kaylie and Haley. Both of the girls ran out of the fun house screaming in terror. They were running so fast, they didn't know that were about to run right into the outside wall of the giant bouncy. They did though, and fell into an imitation torture chamber which locked from the inside. When the kids along with Sunny, who was dressed up as a farmer-like scarecrow, and the Cheddar Man, who was dressed up as a magician, came out of the fun house they found all of the festival guests, along with Principle Luna stand at the entrance. They stood there applauding all of them for their amazing work to make the fun house feel like a real haunted house._ _Sunny didn't have any idea how the people knew about the plan Tamika hatched. But on the other hand, he was very proud of his students for their hard work, and so was the Cheddar Man. In fact, the students were also proud of how hard they worked on the fun house._ Sunny (to the crowd): I'm very glad y'all enjoyed what you just saw. But I was wondering how you knew about it. Principal Luna: It just so happens, Senior Bridges, we hoped that someone could put a stop to Kaylie and Haley's pranks. Girl in the crowd: That's right! Those two are just a bunch of loud mouthed snobs. Boy in the crowd: And not very polite. Leela Lopez: Andpractically disrespectful. Jan the janitor: Not to mention very unpleasant. Girl in the crowd: Those two are all hat and no cattle. _At first neither Sunny, Cheddar Man, not even the kids could understand the crowd meant by what they said about Kaylie and Haley. But somehow they managed to figure it out quickly. After both of them had been put in their place, there was just one thing left to do. Get the festivities started._ Li'l D (_to the crowd_): Well, we've again put the two prank yankers in their place and saved Trick-Or-Treat avenue, so the only thing we need to do now is start up the festival starting with the ceremony and the parade. So how about it, shall we crank this thang up? [_Everyone cheers_] _And so, the ceremony went on as planned. The parade was more amazing than anyone hoped it would be. There were different kinds of Halloween floats that delighted and playfully scared the crowds into having fun. Sunny and Cheddar Man, being the grand Martials for this year's festival, proudly lead the parade as the crowds clapped and cheered and screamed with delight. Even the festival was a success. There were so many different fun things, plus a few surprises. Not only that, but everyone enjoyed getting scared for fun inside the haunted fun house as much as they enjoyed the rides and the games. As for Trick-Or-Treat avenue, it had lots of surprises up its sleeve. For the city, it really was the best Halloween festival ever._ The End End file.	Class of 3000, Family, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	13,715	12,282.9
null	Class of 3000 Class of 3000 Easter Special Class of 3000 Easter Special It was Thursday, and just three days before Easter, and over at the music class at the Westly Academy of Performing arts, the students and their teacher Sunny Bridges, as well as his niece, Dakota, were all very excited about the coming holiday. "This is going to be the greatest Easter ever," said Dakota. "It _will_ be the greatest Easter ever" said Lil' D, "Because this will be the first Easter since my dad came home." "I can hardly wait, because my parents are also looking forward to Easter" replied Dakota. "That reminds me," said Madison. "My cousin, Chelsea, is moving to our town, and she's coming here to spend Easter with my family." They had never met Madison's cousin Chelsea before, but they were very excited about her arrival. After school, they all walked with Madison over to the airport to meet up with Chelsea. Sunny Bridges, their teacher, and very good friend went with them. They decided to play some music while they waited for Chelsea's plane to arrive. It wasn't long before a large airline jet landed. Soon after landing, the passengers came out, and among them was a beautiful, slender, young girl who was slightly shorter than Philly Phil. She had waist length pail-blonde hair pulled back in a hair band who was wearing a quarter sleeved light pink top, cornflower blue flair capris pants, a sparkling white choker, and ballet slipper-like athletic shoes. This was Madison's cousin Chelsea. Madison was very happy to see her cousin, and she went to meet up with her. "Chelsea, you're here," she said. "Madison, it's been a while," said Chelsea. "Everyone, this is my cousin Chelsea. Chelsea, these are all of my friends," Madison announced. "I'm very happy to meet all of you," Chelsea said. Suddenly, Chelsea felt a strange tickle inside her throat, and it made cough uncontrollably. She reached into her denim purse, which looked like a small backpack, and pulled out a brightly colored inhaler with some sort of mask on it. Next, she took a small cylinder shaped container out of her bag, and as she shook it several times, it made clicking noises. Than, Chelsea put mask part of the inhaler over her nose and her mouth, and breathed in and out of it. Lil' D was starting to get worried. "Madison is Chelsea all right?" he asked. "She'll be okay," replied Madison, "She just has asthma." "That sounds awful," said Eddie. "It's not all _that_ bad," said Madison, "It's kind of temporary." "Don't worry, I'm okay now," said Chelsea after a while. The gang decided to give Chelsea a tour of the academy, and she really did like see the whole place. Ever since Chelsea was very little, she learned all the rules for every type of music that she enjoyed and even learned to play the piccolo. On that instrument, she played very well. She always hoped she would play in a music class, and because she was transferring to Westly academy for performing arts, she just couldn't wait to attend. "This is a wonderful place. I haven't started here and already I have many good friends," thought Chelsea to herself. The next day was Good Friday which the start of Spring Break, also known as Easter Break, And Sunny and the kids were all hard at work getting ready for the big day, mainly Easter. At the moment, the kids were over at the park rehearsing for the big Easter parade. They were going to ride on a float in that parade come Easter and at that, moment they were hard at work with rehearsal. "I'm so excited about Easter," said Kim. "Yeah, I can hardly wait for Easter to come," said her twin brother, Kam. Chelsea was also thinking about the fast approaching holiday. "Madison, this will be a very fun Easter, especially with the parade, the grand festival, and the big Easter egg hunt," Chelsea said while tuning up her piccolo. "Yep, and Sunny is going to be this year's grand martial for the festivities," replied Madison. They really were very excited, looking forward to the quickly coming festivities. Suddenly, Chelsea grabbed her throat with her hand and started to cough violently. "Chelsea, are you all right? What's wrong?" Madison asked. "I need to get my inhaling mask, and a glass of water," Chelsea replied under her choking breath. But before she could reach her inhaler, Chelsea collapsed right onto the ground. Panic stricken, Madison shouted for help for her cousin. Fortunately, Lil' D and the others heard her cries for help and ran to her side to see what was wrong. "Madison, what happened?" Tamika asked. "Chelsea started coughing," cried Madison, "And just as she was reaching for her inhaler, she collapsed!" "Is she all right?" Philly Phil asked. "I'm not sure," Madison replied. Lil' D, who not long ago took a CPR class, went over to Chelsea's side. "Chelsea, can you hear me?" he shouted as he gently shook her. Fearing that Chelsea wasn't responding, Lil' D took a special CPR tool out of his backpack. After that, he sent Dakota, Philly Phil and Kim to get Sunny, and Kam, Eddie, and Tamika to call an ambulance. Madison, fearful for her cousin's life, stayed with Lil' D while tried to help Chelsea. Over at the gazebo, Sunny was also thinking about the festivities for the quickly approaching Easter celebration. It wasn't long before he saw Dakota, Kim, and Philly Phil running towards him. "Sunny, we've been looking for you," Philly Phil said. "It's urgent that you come to the plaza where Madison and Lil' D are right away," Kim added. "What's the problem?" Sunny wanted to know. "Chelsea has just collapsed and is unconscious, and Madison's very worried," said Dakota. Away Sunny went with the three kids to the plaza as fast as he could. Over at the telephone booth, Kam, Eddie, and Tamkia had already called the fire rescue squad and told them about Chelsea. Sure enough, the ambulance they called for came and they followed it to the plaza. Meanwhile, Lil' D was still performing CPR to help Chelsea. The tool that he was using on her was a special tube with two mask-like mouth pieces, one on each end of it. Lil' D put one mask on his mouth and connected it to the tube. Than, he gently put the other mask over Chelsea's nose and mouth and connected it to the tube. Finally, he took deep breaths in and out through the tube transferring air into her mouth. Sure enough the ambulance arrived with three of the other kids following it. "Excellent work, kid, I can take things from here," said the ambulance driver as he carefully lifted Chelsea off the ground and loaded her into the ambulance. Madison followed them into the ambulance refusing to leave her cousin's side. "Uncle Sunny," said Dakota, "I've got a question." "What's that?" asked Sunny. "Will Chelsea be all right?" was Dakota's question. "She should be since I did CPR on her," said Lil' D. "I'm kind of worried about Chelsea," said Philly Phil. "If she doesn't get better, I just think maybe Madison's had it." "Lil' D's right. Besides, I too think that Chelsea should be just fine," said Kam. "I hope so too," Sunny agreed. The next day was the day before Easter, and the whole town was preparing for the festival. Sunny and the kids were also getting ready for the festivities, except for Madison, who was still feeling very worried about Chelsea. "I sure do wish there was something more I could do to help out," said Lil' D. "You all you could to help, Lil' D," said Dakota. Before long, Sunny stopped by to see them. He told them to that he had surprise in store for Madison, but he needed their help. As soon as they gathered Eddie, Kim & Kam, Philly Phil, and Tamika, they met Sunny and the parents of Lil' D and Dakota at the hospital. Soon after arriving, they found a lean, tall man with a stethoscope around his neck and wearing a doctor's uniform, and holding a clip board in his hand, waiting for them inside. "Everyone," Sunny announced, "I'd like you all to meet my cousin, Doctor Thomas Gooden." Everyone was very glad to know Sunny cousin. "I'm happy to meet all of you, now which one of you kids is Lil' D?" Dr. Gooden wanted to know. "I am," Lil' D said stepping up. He could easily tell that the doctor wanted to speak to him. "Young man," Dr. Gooden said, "I was informed that you performed CPR on a Miss Chelsea Campbell." "That's right, she's the cousin of my friend Madison," Lil' D replied. "How's she doing?" asked Dakota. "She's doing very well," said Dr. Gooden. The kids felt relieved to hear that, and Lil' D told Dr. Gooden about how he had taken a special class for learning CPR and how he used it to save Chelsea's life. Later on, the doctor took them all to visit Chelsea in her hospital room. "Hi everyone," Chelsea said when they came into the room. "How are feeling, Chelsea?" Kam asked. "Much better," replied Chelsea. "Chelsea," said Philly Phil, "I brought you your piccolo, in case you might need it." "Thanks, Philly," said Chelsea, "And Lil' D, thank you for that CPR treatment." "It wasn't any trouble at all," replied Lil' D. Chelsea told to her friends that she was going to recover in time for the Easter festival, and the big Easter parade which was very good news even for them. Easter came at last and everyone was excited about the parade, the egg hunt, and the festival. Madison however was too busy thinking of Chelsea to even think of celebrating. "Madison," Sunny said coming up to her, "We have a very special surprise for you." "I can hardly wait," said Madison after quickly cheering up. When she turned over to the parade trail, there standing next to the floats was Chelsea herself. The two cousins happily embraced and were soon playing music with their friends in the big Easter parade. Afterwards, they all participated in the egg hunt where surprisingly everyone found the same amount of prize-filled eggs attended the festival, where they played fun games and had a whole lot of fun. "This is the best Easter I could ever remember," said Lil' D. "It really is the greatest one I ever had," said Dakota. "It's the very best Easter anyone ever had," Sunny exclaimed. "And I owe it all to all of you, because if it hadn't been for all of you, I wouldn't be here celebrating," said Chelsea. Chelsea was right, thanks to Lil' D & company, it was a truly wonderful Easter. In fact, it really was the best Easter anyone in Atlanta, Georgia could ever remember. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Fantasy, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	10,376	12,661.6
null	Class of 3000 The Funk Before Christmas Class of 3000: Funk before Christmas Christmas was fast approaching and all over Atlanta, Georgia, crowds were merrily bustling back and forth. Everyone was getting into the feelings of the holiday in fact no one was more into it than the students at the Westly Academy of performing arts, especially the youngsters at music the class taught by famous musician, Sunny Bridges. "Okay everyone! As you all know, this is our very last day of class before we get out for the holidays," said Sunny, "And we've all worked hard to deserve this break, so I hope you have a great holiday!" Later, the kids went out into the schoolyard to play in the snow. Lil' D sat on a swing for a while. His friend, Sunny's niece, Dakota sat next to him. "Lil' D, have you thought about what you'd like for Christmas?" she asked. Lil' D stayed silent for a moment, but soon he spoke up. "I'd tell you, but you wouldn't understand," he told Dakota. "Sure I would," replied Dakota, "We are friends, after all." So, Lil' D told Dakota that the only thing he wanted for Christmas was for his dad, who had been away for a long time, to be home. "Lil D, I'm beginning to understand," said Dakota, "In fact, the gift I want for Christmas is for my parents to come home to spend the holidays with me and Uncle Sunny." "But Dakota, aren't your folks always home?" asked Madison, who was coming to see what was going on. "Not exactly," Dakota said, and explained to Lil' D and Madison why. She told them that her parents were hardly ever home, mostly because of the jobs they got recently. Her dad was the part time roadman for the famous orchestra Mannheim Steamroller, and her mom's part time job was to tune up their instruments. "Wow, Dakota, I didn't know that your family worked with Mannheim Steamroller," said Lil' D in amazement. "They don't, exactly work with them, Lil' D. But they kind of do," replied Dakota. She told her friends that her parents got those jobs with Mannheim Steamroller long before she moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Since than, it always seemed like they were never away from work long enough to be with her. So, it seemed like they hardly had time to together. "I sure hope that my parents will be able to come home for Christmas. Maybe even for New Years," said Dakota. "I know how you feel, Dakota," said Lil' D putting his hand over Dakota's shoulder. It seemed as if they both shared the very same Christmas wish. They both longed to be reunited with loved ones that were very far away from them for Christmas. They knew that as long as they believed, miracles really could happen. Meanwhile up at the North Pole, a young girl named Holly, who had recently turned thirteen, was about to get a job at Santa's toy factory. The young African-American elf girl didn't seem too enthusiastic about it though. "I don't see why any of us should be working here in this place," she told her boyfriend, Leonard. "Come on, Holly," Leonard said, "It's a great honor to work here." "What's so honorable about doing nothing but make toys?" Holly wanted to know. "Holly, we elves don't just make toys," Lenonard went on, "Some elves _test_ toys, some build music boxes, some bake cookies and other tasty treats, some fix up Santa's sleigh, and some harvest candy crops." Holly understood what Lenoard what talking about, but she was still a bit concerned. You see, she had plans of her own, she hoped to make it as a singer, because she loved to sing, even gospel. Now, most of the elves in Holly's family could build and decorate rocking horses. The only problem was that Holly couldn't seem to manage it perfectly like her family. Every time she tried to decorate a rocking horse the right way, it never came out perfectly. Some of the other elves accused her of not being perfect because of that, and it really upset her very much. Sure enough, Holly couldn't take anymore of this. She got so frustrated, that she just stomped out of the workshop and took a pink sheet of paper with her on her way out. Not, however, before she was spotted by Santa Claus, himself. He just couldn't help but think that something was bothering Holly. Back in Atlanta, the kids were all getting ready for Christmas. They had already finished their holiday shopping, so by now they were just finishing with their wrapping and baking. By this time, they'd met up at the park to talk about what their families might plan for the holidays. It wasn't long before Sunny arrived with some exciting news. "Gather round, everybody. I've got great news," he told the kids. They all gathered round to hear the news. "Dakota and I are going to spend the holidays at the Atlanta mountain lodge and ski resort, and you and your families are all invited!" he told them. The kids were all very excited about the news and from their hearts, they shouted with joy. "Also," Sunny went on, "There's going to be a tree trimming party on Christmas Eve, and Mannheim Steamroller is going to play for us at the party," Dakota was very excited when she heard that. She remembered that her parents worked part time for Mannheim Steamroller and figured that when the band came for the party, they will be able to come home in time to spend the holidays with both her and Sunny. After words, the kids and their parents got ready to pack up and head up to the mountains. Meanwhile, Lil' D's mother, Mrs, Lohrasses, who had gotten the invitation before the families of the other kids did, was on her way home from mailing cards and gifts for relatives who live out of town when she heard the sound of someone singing. She waded towards the sound, and before her eyes, there was an elf dancing and singing. It was same elf, Holly, who left the North Pole to try and make it as a singer. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Rebecca Lohrasses, everyone calls me Becca," she introduced herself. "Awesome! I'm Holly Wreath. Glad to know you," Holly said. Holly told Lil' D's mother that she came from the North Pole to try her luck in making it as a singer. "Holly, I'm going with my son to the Atlanta Mountain lodge and ski resort for the holidays," said Mrs. Lohrasses, "And I was wondering if you'd like to join us." Holly thought of it for a moment, and finally she agreed to attend. The very next day, the kids met Dakota and Sunny at the bus station to head up to the mountain lodge when Mrs. Lohrasses had an announcement. "Everyone," she said, "I've got a very special guest who will be joining us on our trip. I'd like you all to meet Ms. Holly Wreath," she said as she introduced them to Holly. Everyone stared at the young elf in amazement. "She looks like a Christmas elf," said Kim. "She's even dressed like one," added her brother Kam. After words, they climbed aboard the bus and headed for the mountain lodge. It was a wonderful sight. As they got to the lodge, they all admired the beauty of the sparkling snow-caped mountains. Meanwhile at the North Pole, a highly contagious sickness was spreading. It spread throughout the elves' village and out all around town. However, Santa Claus, the reindeer, and the families of Holly and Leonard were immune to it. But, those two elf families were the only elves well enough to finish the work before the big night, and they weren't enough to finish the job. Santa started getting worried that Christmas wouldn't be very merry when only a few elves were well enough to get things done. In fact, the real problem was that, although Holly and Leonard's families were well enough to get the work done, there were just too many jobs for them to handle on their own. "Ouch, my hands hurt," said Holly's mother. "There are too many chores for just us to do," said Holly's father. "We're so overworked, there's almost hardly any time to get everything completed before Christmas Eve," said Leonard's mother. "We need more help. The few of us just aren't enough," said Leonard's father. Leonard, who had been listening to the conversation, did some thinking for a moment. Before long, he had an idea. "I know just where to get help," he told his and Holly's families. He told them that he would go for help, and also find Holly and persuade her to come back to the North Pole with him and help finish the chores before Christmas Eve. Back at the resort, Holly was having a great time with her new friends. She joined them in fun activities, such as sledding, skiing, ice skating, sleigh rides, and most of all, preparing for the tree trimming party on Christmas Eve. On the morning of the party, Holly was helping Sunny, the kids, and their families prepare for the festivities when an urgent knocking cut the preparations short. Kim opened the door and in a panic dashed Leonard, who, to Holly's surprise, was looking very worried. "Leonard," she said with surprise, "What are you doing here?" "Holly, you've got to come back to the North Pole with right away," said Leonard. "All of the elves, except our families, are sick!" He explained to Holly about all that had happened since she left the North Pole. She just couldn't think that it was probably her fault that most of the elves got sick. But Leonard told her that she had no idea that this would happen. "Leonard, we better get to the North Pole fast," said Holly. "I'd like to bring my new friends with us, they could help." "That's a great idea, Holly," replied Leonard, noticing the many new friends that Holly had made. On the way, the kids admired the world below them. It the most beautiful thing they saw. Leonard and Holly boarded Sunny, the kids, and their families onto a sleigh pulled by nine reindeer fawns, and as soon as everyone had climbed aboard, they all flew into the sky. What an amazing ride it was. Lil' D and his mother were really enjoying themselves. It wasn't long before they all made it to the North Pole, and they all hurried into the toy factory. There, they found the families of Holly and Leonard waiting for them. Both families were very happy to see them, but they were mostly happy to see that Holly had come back home. "we came as soon as we heard," said Lil' D. "We're so glad you came," said Holly's mother, feeling a little worried. "Is there any way we can help?" Philly Phil wanted to know. "For one thing, we need to find a way to help the other elves get well," said Holly's father. "Wait!" said Eddie, "That gives me an idea." And he pulled an unusual recipe book out of his bag. In it were different recipes for making medicine that could cure sicknesses of different kinds. After turning a few pages, the gang found a recipe for a medicine that could cure the sickness that the other elves had. The recipe contained two cinnamon sticks freshly ground, one teaspoon of salt, three cups water, and half a cup herbs. "That's perfect," said Lil' D after reading the recipe, "The elves should get well in no time with this." In a flash, the gang went to work to try and save Christmas. First, they fixed up enough medicine for all of the sick elves. Next, Philly Phil fixed some loose gears in the assembly line of the toy making machine. Meanwhile, Lil' D and his mom, along with Sunny and Dakota, organized and arranged the toys that were already made. After that, they all helped Holly, Leonard, and their families finish making toys and baking things. As they were finishing what needed to be done, it wasn't long before the rest of the elves, who were now cured thanks to the medicine, came marching into the factory to help with finishing the work. Santa, who had seen all that was going on, came to greet the gang. "Thanks to all of you, Christmas will be back on again," he told Sunny and the others, then he turned over to Lil' D and Mrs. Lohrasses. "Lil' D," he told him, "I also have a very important message for both you and your mother," he handed him an envelope that was engraved in gold. "What's inside?" Lil' D asked. "Open it and find out," replied Santa. Lil' D carefully opened the envelope. In it was a note that read "When you get back to the lodge in time for the tree trimming party, you'll find someone who you've been searching for there." Everyone was confused at the message, because they didn't seem to know what it was for. "What's that supposed to mean?" Tamika wanted to know. "It's hard to say," said Philly Phil. "I think Santa just gave Lil' D and me a clue," said Mrs. Lohrasses as she eyed the note. She seemed to be right. It did seem to be a kind of clue. After a cheerful meeting with Santa, The gang climbed back into the sleigh to return to the lodge just as the sun was setting. As soon as they got there, they found the band Mannheim Steamroller, along with Dakota's parents, waiting for them outside the lodge to greet them. "Mama, Daddy, it's you!" cried Dakota joyfully as she got out of the sleigh and dashed over to them. But that was not all. Someone else was here to greet them. A man stepped out from the shadows, and in front of the crowd. It was Lil' D's father, Dudley Lohrasses himself. Lil' D and his mom were both so happy to see him, they almost couldn't speak. "Dad, you came home!" Lil' D finally said with excitement. "Dudley, I never thought I'd see you again," cried Mrs. Lohrasses as she threw her arms around her long lost husband. "Yes," said Mr. Lohrasses as he stroked his fingers through her hair, "After all this time, I'm finally back with you." He told Lil' D, his mom, and their friends that the first job he was supposed to get fell through. But, while he was outside of the city, he was soon found by Chuck Penington, the orchestra conductor for Mannheim Steamroller, who gave him shelter from the bitter cold. He also told them that Mr. Penington gave a job as a member of Mannheim Steamroller after hearing him play his French horn, and that he had been traveling with the band ever since then. Now, neither Lil' D, nor his mom, knew how his dad came home, but what mattered most was that he was here now. "I'm glad you're back with us, dad. And just in time for Christmas too," said Lil' D. "Me too, son, me too," replied Mr. Lohrasses. Before long, the Christmas Eve party got started. There was great food to eat, wonderful games to play, carols to sing, and of course, there was dancing. Mannheim Steamroller played instrumental versions of Christmas songs for dancing to. They were also joined by Lil' D and his friends who played on their instruments. Several hours later, the kids headed to their and off to bed, thinking of the wonderful surprises that await them in the morning. The next morning was Christmas morning, and there were many great surprises for everyone. First, on the dinning room table, there was a large chocolate marble cake with marshmallow frosting, fresh fruit, a big gingerbread house, candies of many flavors, some fruit pies and sweet potato pies, and lots of holiday cookies. Under the tree were gifts for everyone. Also, everyone's stockings were filled to the top with goodies and surprises. The biggest surprise of was a note from Santa thanking the gang for saving Christmas. There was also a card from Holly and Leonard, who were now the head elves, wishing them Happy Holidays and that Santa opened his very own academy of performing arts for all of the young elves in his village. There even was a Christmas feast set for dinner. It was set with roasted turkey with all the trimmings, cranberry sauce, and mashed potatoes. Also, there were Christmas cakes of different flavors, sweet potato pie, twice-baked sweet potatoes with marshmallows, a fruit salad, and corn on the cob. It was most amazing feast anyone had ever seen. The note also said that Lil' D and all of his friends' belief in the holiday spirit saved Christmas for everyone, and that they all were very helpful to Santa and his elves. Which of course, Sunny and the kids' parents knew better than anyone else did. The celebration went on for a whole week. What a wonderful Christmas it was. In fact, it really did turn out to be one of the best Christmases that Sunny, Dakota, Lil' D, and his parents, and his friends, or anybody for that matter, could ever remember, especially when it came to being together at it. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Family, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	16,152	11,441
null	Class of 3000 To Be A Stone To Be a Stone By: KozueNoSaru Disclaimer: Tamika Jones and other mentioned is the WILLING property of Cartoon Network, Andre "3000" Benjamin and Tom Lynch. I do not own her or the show Class of 3000 because if I did, I would have my sorry ass handed to me. Hey, I wanna live to see my 21st birthday, okay? Claimer: Any character not within the Class of 3000 canon is mine. Warning: Language, Shift in Perspectives, possible OOCness (Look I haven't been watching the show too long.) Notes: A one-shot attempting to describe why Tamika is who she is. This is my first one-shot for the Class of 3000, s go easy on me. Some details might be off, but hey, I'm trying. DEFDEFDEF Now, I'm sure y'all out there wouldn't be able to tell it, but I ain't no Keke Palmer. I'm a big girl and I'm not afraid to state that fact. And if any of you want to restate that, you're more that welcome to sign you death warrant right now. I'ma tellin' y'all right now: Sista don't play. My name is Tamika Jones. Y'all better remember it, because it's gonna be big one day. I'm 13 years old and an up-and-coming harpist enrolled in Wesley School of Performing Arts. Every since I was little, I've always been a rough-and-rumble kind of sista. I didn't—no scratch that—I DON'T take, excuse my mouth here, bullshit from anybody. If there was one thing my Grandmomma taught me, it was that you gotta show them that you're a rock and a flower all in one. Well, that's fine and dandy if you're a naïve little country bumpkin from the suburbs (no offense, Madison). But for rest of dark-skinned sistas with serious issues, well, we got other ways of coping with the social rankings in school. In fact, when I was younger, I had to learn that in order to be a rock; you gotta have some experience as a flower first. Day in and day out, people would give a sista a reason why Georgia should tighten up their policies on school violence. As I'm sure yall know, I know alternative ways to dealing with all that. :: Orchestrated Flashback :: Eight-year-old Tamika was all alone in the elementary band room of Little Five Points Elementary. She was practicing her string exercises (which she hated, by the way) when Keisha Easterly, a Ten-year-old cheerleader, stormed into the room with her clique. They had come for their daily harassment, for they delighted in teasing Tamika. It was often Keisha that instigated the teasing, but today, she had got too far. She had the nerve to call m Tamika's long hours of discipline and practice, and she quotes, "a bunch of ignorant noise." Now, normally, Tamika would have ignored her and her air-headed followers and continued practicing like usual. But to go and call her hard-work "noise"? Oh, Ms. Keisha Easterly was seeing stars after a well-aimed right hook and her followers were running for their lives, terrified of the "fighting big girl". A smile formed upon Tamika's lips as she went back to the harp and practiced. :: We will now return to Tamika's Narration :: Thank, you irritating and anonymous voice…. "Sorry." From then on until I enrolled to Westerly, nobody dared to mess with me or my friends. (The occasional upperclassmen got the slip, but everyone else better watch out).But being taught by legendary hometown hero Sonny Bridges, I'm starting to learn that not everything can be solved with my own two fists (not for a lack of trying), though the temptation's always going to be there. Sonny has shown me that there are other ways to deal with the problems around you. I knew form the start what my outlet was: Music. Music, I learned, is what keeps a talented sista grounded and it also aids in the assistance of defending yourself against a bunch of tone-deaf music critics. But, being who I am, it took a lot more than the harp, the guitar and lot of sore fingers to subdue the raging rock within in me. I think I finally found a balance—What the--LITTLE D! GET BACK HERE WITH THAT CAMCORDER, BOY! The End DEFDEFDEF End Author Notes: _To all New Readers:_ I apologize if this sucked. This is my first Class of 3000 fan piece. I really tried to make this one-shot work. If I get any ideas form seasoned fans, I may re-write this particular fic, and hopefully flesh Tamika out. I wanna write more, but I'm already up to my ass on college mid-terms and other fanfiction projects. Thank you for your time, and see you around. _To those of you who have read my other fanfiction consistently_: I'm sorry for the long delay. College stuff up to my ass was a big factor in my delay. I _do not_ know when I will write another Super Robot Monkey Fic for this website. (I HAVE been writing them…they're just not appropriate for this site…or any site, for that matter --;) If any of you have been reading my fic on LJ…I might not be updating that one for a WHILE…(freaking writer's block) But, despite concern to my sanity, I will continue with that fic, regardless. End file.	Class of 3000, Humor	Fanfiction	null	5,010	14,486.4
null	Class of 3000 Movin' On Up Note: Class of 3000 fanfiction. The kids aren't kids anymore. Graduation is coming up and the students will be heading out into the "real world". Sunny, who hates to see his favorite class leaving him, prepares to send everyone off in style, and knowing Sunny, whatever is going to happen will be beyond cool. Chapter 1—The Final Concert Westley School for Performing Arts was abuzz with excitement. Despite many of the students feeling drained from taking the inevitable finals, they were all looking forward to hearing Sunny's class perform for the last time. Even Principal Luna was eager to hear what original pieces Sunny's class had created as a part of their exit exam. From the beginning, they had all proven to have exceptional talent and he wondered if there would ever be another class like that one when the new freshmen arrived. Thinking no more about that worrisome topic, he continued to prepare the auditorium for the upcoming concert. He didn't want to admit he had butterflies in his stomach, but concerts always made him a little apprehensive. Ms. Gluttonchowder had prepared an after concert buffet for the students and their parents before the concert began. Lil' D poked his head out from behind the dark maroon velvet curtain and swallowed hard. "Man, it's a full house ! I can't believe how many people are out there.", he said, nervously. "Hey, don't worry about it, Lil' D. We've worked hard and we'll give it everything we've got. Besides, you've got _us_. So don't worry. We're just about as anxious as you are.", Madison said, once again, saying too much. But what she had said actually helped Lil' D feel better. Out of all of the class members, Philly Phil was the most laid back. If he was nervous, it certainly didn't appear so. By his side was his girlfriend, Alexis Durfrense who wriggled her fingers to ready herself for her solo number. Slowly the curtain began to open and Kam started the interlude. Soon, the rest of the band began to follow and the harmony was nothing except heavenly. It was a fusion of jazz, pop and a hint of rock. It was unlike anything that the audience had heard before, yet the styles merged and formed something entirely smooth and aesthetically pleasing to the ear. If art had a melody, this had to be it. The dancers too, performed their final repertoires to be graded for completion of their courses in whatever fields they would enroll in once they were accepted into the colleges of their choice, and most everyone in Westley wanted to continue their education once they had completed the Academy. Sunny's class received a standing ovation once they had completed the performance of their composition _"Higher Ground"_. There were some contractors sitting in the audience but none of them were interested in the actual content of the music itself. They were merely after a quick buck and nothing more. Sunny had warned his students of such low-browed, greedy characters. Only paying attention to the plaudits and praise of the audience, Lil' D, followed by the others, walked past the viper-tongued contractors and swiftly into the cafeteria where the rest of the audience was headed. Chapter 2—Bittersweet Celebration Even though the tests were all given passing grades for the students' tremendous and mind-bending efforts, the students were joyous and a bit teary-eyed. After all, most of them would be heading off to one of the many colleges that Georgia had to offer. Granted, music might not be the most lucrative field, but all of them had other talents to fall back upon if they had to. And they knew they would have to be prepared for what the actual world beyond school had in store for them. In any event, their abilities would take them far no matter what circumstances occurred. Ms. Gluttonchowder was met by an amorous Principal Luna once again who had been complimenting her on the buffet. "Oh, you ! You know how to flatter a woman.", she said, blushing like a schoolgirl. Madison sighed and hung her head a bit. Seeing those two flirt with each other was nearly agonizing to watch. It wasn't so long ago that her semi-goth boyfriend dumped her for another girl that "suited him better". She was feeling rather hurt, but she didn't much care. She had learned to deal with the pain and heartache. Being with her friends was all the comfort that she needed in this time. Besides, there were far better guys out there than that idiot that decided she wasn't his type. She wasn't too terribly sad since she knew she had done well with her class and that she would be going to a very prestigious academy in the years to come. She had experienced so many marvelous adventures with her friends, and she knew she would miss them. Yet, she also knew that there would be class reunions where she would see them again and other occasions where she would be able to keep in touch with them. This graduation wasn't the final say, or the last goodbye. Madison knew, deep within her heart that their friendship was the strongest force in the universe. Nothing earthly or out-of-this-world could ever break the bond they all shared as friends. The after-concert party was a blast. All the students and teachers were having an enjoyable time, and loving each dish (particularly the desserts) that Ms. Gluttonchowder had made. They didn't know that she wouldn't remain a miss for long, though. Principal Pedro Luna had eyes only for her, and had recently proposed. It wasn't certain when their wedding day was set, but knowing Pedro and his flamboyance, it was going to be a wedding that would be unforgettable. Before leaving after the party and all the other guests had left, Sunny's class had walked by each room, remembering events that had happened in each one. He came by to ask them what they were doing. "Just reminiscing. We're never going to forget Westley, or you.", Eddie said, trying not to cry. If there was one person in the group prone to showing his emotions, it was Eddie, but he was remaining strong as were the others. It was hard to leave the Academy, but after giving their outstanding music teacher one final hug, they left without even saying one more word. The embrace they had shared had said it all for them. Chapter 3—Lucky Catch It had been about a year since any of the students had seen one another. Philly Phil was getting married to Alexis, and he had sent out some invitations. Though he and his love had finished college in one-year's-time, the others were still inundated with their college work and would have to catch up with their reports and essays later on in the week after attending their best friend's wedding. Alexis was apprehensive, and it showed. She was already sweating profusely. Beads of sweat had collected all over her face and especially underneath her satin gloves. She wished she could take them off, but it was part of the ensemble with her wedding gown, so she grinned and sighed in exasperation. The ceremony would begin any moment now, and she had nothing to be antsy about. At least, that was what she said to herself again and again in her mind. Alexis' knees shook as the wedding march played. She took a deep breath and started walking toward the altar, hoping that her knees wouldn't start buckling as she promenaded down the aisle. Her friends stood before her as bridesmaids and bridegrooms, all dressed in their finest clothing. She was happy to see them again, noticing not too terribly much had changed, particularly their support for her. Alexis smiled as she took the hand of her husband to be. Behind his glasses, his eyes sparkled merrily and he seemed to be blushing more than she was. "I thank heaven this particular angel decided to encamp with me here on Earth.", he whispered to her, causing her to flush a little bit, and giggle with a slight snort. Kim hid a laugh and Tamika resisted the urge to punch someone in the arm from hearing something so terribly nerdy. "You know, Tamika, in another year, you and I could be where Alexis and Phil are.", Eddie mouthed to Tamika from a distance. "What ?", she mouthed back, apparently unable to read lips. "Later, sugar-cube.", Eddie said, with a wink. She actually smiled a little bit at his affectionate display, and then turned to watch Alexis recite her vows and receive a particularly stunning ring from her husband-to-be. As the preacher announced that the couple could partake in their first kiss, they walked together for the first time as newlyweds arm in arm. As Machiavelli's Canon played, the bride and groom almost floated down the aisle and exited the church. Phil held the backdoor of the white limousine open for his stunning wife. She had no trouble getting in, save for the fact she had to hoist her skirt up considerably to get her long legs into the car. Many of the male participants to the party enjoyed seeing that, though it was an innocent shifting of her legs into the limo. The reception had already gotten off to a rollicking start. Alexis was able to have Sonny as her guest DJ out of his own volition. Because he liked her so much and wanted to show his support, he decided to host the biggest event of her life with no questions asked. Needless to say, his presence had garnered a little too much fan response, but Alexis didn't mind. Some had come for the cake, some had come for Sonny, and some had come for the traditional bouquet and garter toss. Others just came to party along with the rest of the guests. "Prepare yourselves for the traditional bouquet launch. I constructed my bride a bazooka launcher so those of you single ladies brave enough to face its wrath, step forward.", Phil laughed. Alexis took the mike and awkwardly added, "My love enjoys inventing. Maybe a little too much, but I adore him for it." Alexis aimed her bazooka into the sea of single women. Among them were Kim, Tamika and Madison. Madison was in the first row, hoping that she would catch the bouquet first. If anyone were to catch it though, it would have to be Tamika. She'd simply muscle her way into getting it, one way or the other. "FIRE IN THE HOLE !", one woman screamed as a bouquet came _blazing_ into the crowd. Without even knowing it, Madison had caught it quite unexpectedly. Although Madison had been blasted into the wall and she was looking a little singed, the bouquet and she were both unharmed. "Lucky catch, I suppose.", Madison said as she was soon helped to the stage by her friends. "Give it up for Madison !", Phil said, and began cheering for his friend. The rest of the crowd hooted, hollered, whistled, clapped and cheered. Madison wasn't used to having this type of cheering. It was much different than the roar of applause she received at the concerts she performed in. Yet the sound was still pleasing to her ears. As she watched Phil prepare for the garter "toss" much in the same way, she noticed there was one shy looking man in the back, with a small smile upon his face. He had dressed well and was well-groomed. He was Mexican, and his long hair was tied back in a ponytail. He looked a little like her ex-boyfriend, but he was more muscular, and his shoulders were wider. Despite his beefcake looks, he was very demure and seemed to be the type that wanted to help and not cause trouble. As Phil shot the garter into the air, the single men below began to scrambling for the garter when it had landed on the pinky finger of Manuel, the shy, muscle-bound Mexican that Madison had caught eye of earlier. He stepped up on the stage to stand by Madison and grinned. "It seems that I too, am lucky.", Manuel said, wiggling his eyebrows. Madison suddenly turned bright red at this stranger that seemed to have liked her at first glance. But was it more than just like ? For some strange reason, her heart had begun palpitating at such a rapid rate she felt as if she was about ready to pass out. Gathering her equilibrium, she kept herself upright and breathed slowly and steadily to avoid fainting. "Perhaps we should go get you something to drink and sit down for a bit. You look a bit pale, my friend.", he said very kindly. He took her hand and helped her from the platform back onto level ground. The two new friends proceeded toward the hours duerves table and Manuel served Madison punch. "I didn't get the change to formally introduce myself earlier, but my name is Madison Papidopolis.", Madison said as she sipped some tropical punch and began to feel better. "I'm Manuel Juarez. When I heard about Alexis and Phil's marriage, I wanted to be here to support them. It's a good thing I came. If I hadn't, I would've never met you.", Manuel said with a gentle smile and a lyrical laugh. Madison didn't know why but she knew she was starting to fall in love with this young man, and she already felt that they had a connection that was chemistry in the making. Chapter 4—New Beginnings Even long after the wedding, all of the friends from Westley had gone back to their lives, doing what they loved and enjoying life to the fullest. A year had passed and Alexis and Phil had a daughter of their own named Caitlyn. The two were both busy in their prospective jobs and spent as much time as they could together as well as taking care of little Caitlyn. They weren't the only two that had a family though. Tamika had settled down with Eddie and they were expecting their first child fairly soon. Her baby shower invitations had been sent out and would once again have the friends from Westley reuniting once more. Alexis wasn't certain if she would be able to come to Tamika's shower, since she was preoccupied with business, but she had sent Phil to the occasion with a few gifts that would be helpful once Tamika had her first child. This was one occasion where Tamika didn't feel like punching Phil. After all, he had been so helpful to her whenever she had science tests Phil was always by her side, and she had remembered that. Again, he was trying to show her he valued her as a friend, even though she _had_ picked on him so many years ago. Madison had arrived a little late, but when she did, they noticed she wasn't alone. "Ooo, girl…Who's the tall glass ?", she asked, curiously. Eddie looked at her with a bit of a scowl. She gave him an embarrassed but loving smile. "This is Manuel. I met him at Phil's wedding. He is a Latin dance instructor, an artist and sings and plays guitar.", Madison said, blushing a little. "Actually, we are engaged.", Manuel added. Everyone's mouth dropped, and they all congratulated her. "This is a party for you, Tamika. We should be celebrating your little one, not my engagement.", Madison said, as she held her friend's hands and patted them. Tamkia smiled and was amazed with her friend's selflessness. Madison hadn't always been so others-centered. She was rather selfish when she was in the academy, but that was before she fell in love. Love could change the heart of anyone; even the most conceited people could turn themselves around and become more open to giving themselves for the sake of the relationship. As the baby shower continued, the friends relished the laughter they had together once more. At the last moment, an unexpected guest came in, hidden by presents. He sat the presents down on the table and said, "Here's a little something for the little one." "Sonny !", all of the adults said in unison. It seemed that wherever the friends were, no matter what, Sonny always managed to take a chunk out of his time and let them know he was always going to help them when they needed it. "I didn't know you were coming. I know I sent an invitation, but with your schedule, I wasn't certain you could make it.", Tamika said, with a huge smile. "You're like family. If I didn't show my support, I wouldn't be much of a family member, now would I ?", Sunny questioned, lightheartedly. Tamika nodded in agreement, knowing Sunny had meant every word he said. Sunny chatted and laughed with his students and told them about the new class he was teaching at Westley. "They have potential, but they don't have the sparkle that you possess individually and as a group.", he said, confidently, with an air of whimsy. "Now you're just flatterin' us.", Eddie said, not wanting to be patronized. "No, not at all. I speak the truth.", Sunny responded. "Well, with your expertise, I am sure you will hone their skills well.", Kam said. "Precisely. I mean, look at US ! When you met us, we were unorganized, and you taught us the meaning of discipline and teamwork.", Kim added, wisely. Sunny knew her observation was true, but he had to leave them (at least for the time being). "Sorry, it looks like I have another event to attend on my agenda. All y'all, take care, a'ight ?", Sunny said before leaving as mysteriously as he had entered. Epilogue As the years went by, Sunny soon came to know the children of the parents he had lovingly taught with such skill and passion. There was Caitlyn, who had so many talents that she had hardly enough room to keep them in one place, then there was Earl, Eddie and Tamika's son. Then came the shy, demure, but loud trumpet player, Tricia, who was Madison's daughter. Even Lil' D had a son of his own, who was the spitting image of his daddy. The twins Kim and Kam had twins of their own, which were hard to keep apart, but with their unique personalities, were easy to separate one from the other. So much had changed, but so much remained the same when it came to the universality, power, and allure of music. Even though one day, Sunny would retire from his teaching job at Westley, he would never stop playing sax or loving music. It was embedded deep within him, part of his soul and entity. Whatever he did, in the steps he took, or the sound of his voice, it was music everywhere, all around him, within and without. Such a delight could never be enjoyed more fully by Sunny. The End End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	17,925	9,890.1
null	Class of 3000 Violin Lesson Title: Violin Lesson Pairing: MadKim Rating: K+ (Suggestions of Shoujo-ai) Summary: Madison offers to give Kim a violin lesson while waiting for a ride home. Oneshot.(MadisonxKim) Comments: Only did this cause there aren't many CO3K fanfics out there. (Well, it IS new, but still...) Anyway, definatly not my best work, so no hard crits out there, please? Warnings: Shoujo-ai (girlxgirl) hints, so if you don't like, don't read. Flames will be used to burn calories I gained sitting on my butt eating asian food while writing this. Disclaimer: I only own a computer, a chair, and a half-empty can of Cafeen-Free Dr. Pepper. Please don't sue. * * * She slowly glided her hand back, sliding the bow of the violin across the row of tightly bound strings. Her hand continued rhythmically flowing forward, backward, forward, backward… Kim blinked slowly as she watched her older classmate skillfully handle the stringed instrument. Her dark eyes didn't stray from the blonde's hands. She had been watching her for quite awhile now; her thoughts drifting as she attentively listened to the gentle hums coming from the wooden mechanism. Her brother had left moments ago, as well as most of the class. Madison had apparently had to stay late and wait for her ride to come, and Kim did not want to leave her here by herself. In fact, she rather enjoyed listening to the blonde getting in a few extra hours of practice on her enchanting instrument. After a moment, Madison placed the violin down. "You okay there, Kim?" She asked, her signature smile plastered against her perky face. Kim quickly snapped back to earth, a small blush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks. "Uh, yeah." she replied. Luckily, Madison was oblivious as always and didn't notice the uncertain tone in her voice. Kim was glancing at the clock when the blonde came up with a spectacular idea to pass the time. "Hey, Kim, would you like to try?" Kim turned to Madison; she cocked her head. "Try what…?" she asked. Madison giggled and held up the violin. "Playing the violin, silly." The Asian girl thought a moment. Strings and bows weren't really her thing; they were too quiet. She enjoyed making a ruckus with symbols or a gong or something of that sort. Violins had always just seemed…boring. …then again, she was always open to try new things. Plus, she liked hanging out with Madison. Kim shrugged. "Uh…okay. But you're going to have to help me." Madison's grin widened as she handed the instrument to her companion. Kim stood up and looked at it uncertainly as she grasped the neck. The blonde just continued to stare at her with that same, slightly eerie smile of hers. Kim did her best to imitate the stance she had observed Madison standing in earlier. After a few moments of shuffling her feet, the other girl moved behind her and grasped each one of her hands. A reluctant shade of red grew on the raven-haired girl's cheeks. "Uh…" "Here, let me help you." Madison said with a smile. Kim kept her head forward, not looking at the other girl. Madison moved the Asian girl's hands like a marionette's into the right position. She moved her feet in the correct posture, Kim quickly mimicked her. "Okay, now just move your hand along like this," Madison said as she began guiding the younger girl's hands along the string. Kim's face lit up when she began to hear the symphony began forming with each note she played, She couldn't help but grin. She turned her head to look at the taller girl, but Madison had closed her eyes. The blonde had seemed to have forgotten herself in the song. Her mouth was curved into a pleased smile, her posture had curved slightly, pressing herself against the smaller girl. Kim could hear Madison humming softly to the tune the two of them were creating. Turning her head back forward, Kim felt she, too, was drifting into a trance from the intoxicating melody. Her eyes closed. Neither of them seem to notice when Madison had instinctively leaned her head forward against Kim's shoulder. The smaller girl's mind wandered. She couldn't help but feel a overwhelming sense of peace as they both moved simultaneously. Kim could tell Madison took her violin seriously. She seemed to get really into everything she played; as if she were a true professional. Just when she was getting really into it, Madison slid the last note, which hung in the air for several seconds like a peaceful aura. When the song ended, Madison opened her eyes slowly took a step back. Kim fluttered her eyes open before turning to meet the blonde girl's gaze. Madison's face beamed. "See? That wasn't so hard!" she said with a laugh. The smaller girl's lips curved into a smile. Her gaze fell to the instrument she still held in her hands. That had been a lot more enjoyable than she thought it would be. Kim looked up and handed the contraption back to it's owner; the taller girl took it with both hands. The two girls heard a honking coming from outside. The blonde turned towards the window and began skipping until she reached the frame. She glanced outside, then turned to Kim. "My ride is here!" Madison announced. Twirling back around, she picked up her book bag and turned to the door. "Come on, let's walk downstairs together!" she grinned. Kim felt a tad disappointed that their time together had come to an end, but she gathered up her things and followed her taller companion out the door. She would have to call a cab home after Madison left. When they reached the front of the school, Madison spotted her father's car. She turned, grinning, to the younger girl. "See you tomorrow, Kim!" she beamed. "Later, I guess." the smaller girl replied. However, when Madison turned to leave, Kim stopped her by the shoulder. The taller girl turned around again and cocked her head. "Hmm?" she asked. Kim could barley suppress her blush as her eyes fell to her feet. She swallowed. "Um," she began timidly. "I was wondering if… maybe you could, um…give me another lesson some other time?" Her gave didn't leave the ground. Madison blinked. Slowly, her grin widened. She thrust her arms around the shorter girl's neck in a tight bear hug. "Oh, I loooove to, Kimmy!" she exclaimed happily. Kim could barely concentrate on her response as she was getting deprived of air. She could have sworn she felt a few things crack. Madison finally let go. "I got an extra violin you can use, too! I'll help you tomorrow after school, okay? Bye!" the blonde girl cried as she began running to her car. As she drove off, the blonde girl's face was pressed against the window, her hand waving a frantic goodbye. Kim waved back until she was sure her car was completely out of sight. She felt her face had grown a dark shade of red; her mouth was stuck in a goofy grin that rivaled Madison's. She couldn't exactly place why, but she was looking very forward to the next lesson. Picking up her backpack, she reached for her phone and began dialing for a cab. -fin- End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	7,055	10,975.9
null	Class of 3000 A Lovely Little Lesson I got a little idea for this one-shot at 4 am, and it wouldn't leave me alone! Eventually I got up to write it, and now I'm glad I did. I liked how it turned out! But I really don't think I kept Li'l D in character. So when you finish, please review and tell me if I did or not! And now, without further delay, enjoy! (Okay, maybe a little, little more delay…) ---------- A Lovely Little Lesson By Sparkles of Youthfulness --- "Bye everyone!" Madison yelled as she walked out of the classroom. She grinned and waved at her friends, walking away from them slowly as they all walked in the other direction. She had told all of them that she had to go home after school and couldn't hang out. But the moment they were all out of sight, Madison returned to the classroom, giddy and excited. She quickly scanned the empty classroom for Sunny, even though he'd told them he was going somewhere after school, it didn't hurt to make sure. Shrugging, Madison closed the door and carefully walked to where Li'l D's drums were. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she sat in front of them. She couldn't wait to try and play them! She'd been watching Li'l D play a lot, and she was sure she could play them. But she suddenly frowned. "I forgot to get drumsticks!" She groaned, pouting as she realized she wouldn't be able to play, even though she'd planned everything else. She had made sure Sunny wouldn't be here, and that everyone would be gone for nothing! Madison stood and began to walk away from the drum set when out of the corner of her eye she spotted Li'l D's drumsticks! She quickly picked them up, eyes wide as she held them. '_Oh, I guess I better go give these to him. He'd freak if he found out he left them!'_ Madison thought as she began to walk toward the door However, one look back at the drum set and she ran back, giddy and excited all over again. She would just play for a little bit. Then she would give them back! She sighed and took a deep breathe, raising the drumsticks above her head. A second later she was carefully playing, although it really sounded like she was just hitting random parts of the drum set. Eventually she fell into a pattern and lost herself in the music as she repeatedly hit the same parts of the drum in the same order, trying to produce the same sounds. Minutes passed by, and Madison seemed to be lost the world as she laughed and smiled, hoping she looked as cool as she felt. --- "I'll meet back up with you guys later! I gotta go back and get my drumsticks!" Li'l D yelled as he waved back at his friends before he took off running toward the school. He'd gone and forgotten his drumsticks so he was on his way back to school. "I can't believe I forgot 'em!" He complained to the air as he entered the school and walked toward the music classroom. He stopped in his tracks, however, as the sound of drums reached his ears. He silently followed the sound, ending up right outside his own classroom! "I don't believe this!" Li'l D growled. "Someone's playin' my drums!" He quickly opened the door, mouth open and ready to begin yelling, but he choked on air as he found the drummer. "Ma-Madison?!" Li'l D yelled, thoroughly surprised as he stared at her. Madison seemed to wake from a trance as she realized Li'l D was in the room. She let out a surprised squeak as she fell backwards, quickly getting up as she began to apologize. "I'm sorry Li'l D! I… I was going to give these back to you but-" She was cut off as Li'l D began to walk toward her. "Why were you playin' my drums?" He asked, though he might as well have demanded with how nervous Madison was. "I was just…. I mean… Well you always look so… I just wanted to learn a little bit and…" Madison mumbled, trailing off near the end as Li'l D came closer to her. He carefully took the sticks from her hands, his face blank as he guided her back to the drum set. He motioned for her to sit down, and Madison quickly complied. "I'm real sorry, Li'l D. I just wanted to try and…." She went silent as Li'l D shushed her, a small smile on his face. He took his drumsticks and put one in each of Madison's hands. He stood behind her and put a hand on each of hers, gently holding them as he guided her hands. Soon, the two had a nice steady beat going as Li'l D told Madison how to make each note. Madison nodded, the information not really registering as she was too caught up in the fact that Li'l D was so close to her. Her face was pink as a blush spread across her cheeks. They continued on like this for another few minutes before Li'l D suddenly seemed to realize exactly how close they were and he stepped back, coughing as he blushed. "And that's that, I guess." He said, looking away so Madison wouldn't see his red face. "Uh, yeah. Thanks Li'l D, for this… It was really…. Cool." Madison said, her face red. She quickly gathered her stuff, avoiding his eyes, and left the room. Li'l D's eyes followed Madison's form as she left and he sighed, leaning against the wall once she was gone. He quickly slid, sitting on the floor as he sighed in annoyance. "I really like you Madison. Man, why couldn't I tell her?" He mumbled, head in his hands as he sat there. He sighed again and stood, grabbing his stuff. He turned toward the door and jumped in alarm when he saw Madison standing directly behind him. He gulped nervously and tugged at his shirt collar. "Uh, how long were you there?" Madison ignored his question and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a short and sweet kiss. "Thanks for the lesson, Li'l D." She mumbled a sly smile on her face as she turned around and exited the room, leaving a bright red Li'l D to grin stupidly at the door after she left. ---------- I think I did pretty well on this one-shot. I'm not exactly sure if I kept Li'l D in character though, so I want some feed back to tell me how I did, please! Oh, and I have no idea if Li'l D has more than one drum set. I just know that he loves his drumsticks (Or so my friend says…). End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	6,053	11,255.3
null	Class of 3000 Duet for One What can I say. It's incest. Or maybe one-sided incest. Not sure. Either way, don't like it don't read it. As for me I think this is a cute change of pace for me and after being sick and out of it for about a week or so this really helped me get my brain on track. Enjoy and later. Disclaimer: I do no own or claim to own "Class of 3000" or any characters from said cartoon. All characters are the property of Cartoon Network and maybe some other people we don't really know or care for. Not sure. Duet for One Written by: Juggalomalice Kim ran her fingers across the many black and white keys of the family's grand piano. Though she was familiar with the art of playing the hulking instrument it was her twin brother, Kam, who specialized in playing it. Kim generally didn't like the piano. She found it much to formal and confining to her personal style of creativity. She preferred more non-traditional instruments to express herself with. Still every now and then she occasionally found herself sitting at the piano bench playing some simple melodies. She was never quite sure why she found herself returning to play an instrument that she found distasteful. Perhaps in some strange way the melody of the vibrating strings made her think in a manner she was not accustomed too. Or perhaps she just wanted to better understand the uncanny skill her brother displayed when he played. To the untrained ear the twins played the piano exactly the same. Yet to the trained ear it was clear that Kam had the advantage from years of extra practice. Still there was more to Kam's success than just a few extra hours a day. A difference that could only be heard if you had spent a life time listening to him play. A distinction that only she seemed to notice. She had spent many nights playing the exact same songs Kam practiced on, but no matter how well she played them they always seemed to be lacking that extra "feeling". That strange aura Kam gave when he played. "Since when have you been so interested in the piano?" A voice said from behind Kim startling the raven-haired girl. She turned around quickly to face her twin brother Kam. Dressed in his traditional clean cut and pressed suit he was in every aspect an opposite her own more modern and expressive dress style. "I'm not." She lied. "I was just bored is all." Kam walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder and the sheet music. "Chopin, good choice though I kind of prefer Bach myself." "Well no one asked you." Kim said faking annoyance. Kam shrugged. "My apologies. I was just stating. Please don't let my presence interrupt you though, continue." Kam said as he took a step back as if to observe his sister's methods. Kim swallowed as she centered her hands and played the song. She had never once been caught like this and having Kam watch her so intently while she played made her feel very uneasy. _"Damn this feels awkward. Why can't he just leave me alone?" _she thought. As the song came to an end she was surprised to hear a gentle applause behind her. "Very good Kim. I'm actually impressed." Kam said with a genuine smile on his face. "Really?" Kim asked. She found it hard to believe that Kam would willing give her praise. "Though if I may be so bold to make a few comments on my observations." Kam said. "_And here it comes."_ Kim thought as she rolled her eyes back. "Go ahead. You're going to tell me even if I don't want to hear it." She said with a slight acerbic tone. "You know it." Kam said masking his hurt feelings from her tone with overconfidence as he took a seat next to her on the piano bench. "I noticed that while you played you seemed rather nervous and tense. This caused you to rush through several parts. You should really relax more. Observe." Kam placed his hands on the piano as he played through the same song Kim did. Anyone who was in listening distance would have to agree that Kam's playing was much better than Kim's. In it's own way it was almost an orgy of rhythm and pitch. "See?" Kam asked as if his feat was the most simplest action in the world. Kim on the other hand stared in pure awe. _"How can he not realize how great his performance is? He makes it sound like anyone can do that." _ "Kim?" Her male counterpart asked after several seconds of silence. "How do you do that?" "Do what?" "That?! The way you play. How do you do it? No matter what I do I can never get myself to sound like that." Kim said frantically. A smile spread across the boy's face as he took slightly more pride in his skill at his sister's sudden interest. "It's easy really. You see Sis you're may problem is that you hit the keys to hard. You can't keep doing that. You're hands should glide on the key like they're flowing on air and music should flow just like that too. It's a feel in other words." He played some basic cords to demonstrate. His hand following the keys down as his hand stopped next to Kim's hand. The two barely touching before his retreated back to it's original position as a light blush flowed onto his face. "I see, I think." "You see Sis on a technical level you know everything you need to know, but music is much more than just technical mumbo jumbo. You know that. You really do have to feel the music and instrument. You see you're not just pressing keys to make a melody. Like an extension of your body. It's more like pressing keys to make your soul sing." Kim couldn't help but to giggle at such a cliché analogy. "A pianists and a bad poet all at the same time. Kam Chin how do you manage stay single after all this time?" She said teasing her brother. "I just tell them I'm a one woman kind of guy is all." Kam said with confident laugh "I feel sorry for that one girl then." Kim said in-between fits of giggles. Kam gave an uneasy sigh. "Do you mean that Kim?" Kim noticed the sudden change in expressions from her brother. Apparently she had overstepped her bounds a bit and ended up hurting his feelings somehow. "Of course not silly. I'm just messing with you. I'm sure whichever girl you pick will be thrilled." She hastily said in an attempt to repair the damage. "Well there is a girl I like, but she doesn't know yet. I doubt I'll tell her anytime soon either." "Well why not. It's not like you're smelly jerk or something. Well you are kind of a jerk sometimes, but at least you don't smell." She said as the two siblings laughed at the joke. "Seriously though Kam. You're a nice guy, you're talent, you may not be a Eddie Lawrence but you come from a well off family and you got some good looks to boot. I should know though you'll never be a cute as me, but that shouldn't be a problem unless the girl you like is butch or something." Kam let out a heartily laugh from his sister's joke as a smile came back to his face. "Thanks Kim. That means more than you know. Hey, since you're here do you think you could critique something for me." Kim blinked in surprise at this request. "Why me?" Kam nervously scratched his head as a his face flushed a light red. "Well I know it doesn't always seem like it, but I actually value your opinion. I admit I can be mean to you sometimes, but that's only because I'm kind of jealous of you. Where you were allowed to express yourself however you wanted Mom & Dad kind of molded me to the way I am. Even though I'm a bit jealous I admire you for that same reason. Being able to express yourself so freely and not worrying about standing out. I think it's kind of amazing. So that's kind of why I want to hear what you think." "Sure thing Bro." Kim said as she turned away for a bit to hide her growing blush. She was a bit uneasy with the fact that the most touching compliments she had received from a boy were from her own brother, but it wasn't that big of a deal. A compliment was still a compliment. Kam began to play a tune unlike any Kim had ever heard. It flowed perfectly in every way and each note carried a testament to Kam's passion for his instrument and song. As the song came to an end Kam's hand ended up not just brushing against Kim's but gently holding her hand in his own. Kim was quite literally star-struck by her twin's performance. "I tried to make the song as beautiful as the girl it's based on, but I don't think it lives up to her. It's actually suppose to be a duet, but it's incomplete and all as you can probably tell so you probably think it sucks and all." Kam said in a crestfallen tone. Kim was shocked to hear her brother speak so harshly about his work. "Are you stupid or something? That was the most amazing and beautiful symphony I've ever heard. I had no idea you were capable of composing something like this. Your song was beauty incarnated in music. Who could possibly be the girl you failed to live up to when writing this masterpiece? Madison?" Kim asked as she laughed a bit to herself at the thought of her brother crushing on the spaced-out blonde. "Actually it's you Kim." Kam admitted with a heavy blush. His confession quickly ending any of his sisters shenanigans. "I wrote this song while thinking of you're your smile, your laugh, your very being. If the greatest composers in the world were to make a song in your honor they would beg for your forgiveness since they know they can never capture your true beauty." Kim's face was burning red as her heart pounded in excitement and panic. "Kam you shouldn't be saying such weird things to your sister. You might give me the wrong idea and that would just be weird." She said as she turned away in embarrassment. Kam gently caressed his sister's face as he turned her back towards him. "And what idea would that be Kim. That I love you?" He asked boldly shocking his sister. "That I love you more than life itself. That I love you in a way that a brother shouldn't love his sister." "Kam do you have any idea what you're saying?" Kim asked panic stricken as a tear of fear ran down her cheek. "Yes, I do Kim and frankly I don't give a damn. I love you and that's all that matters to me." Kam said confidently as he wiped her tear away. "Kam…" She weakly said as she began to lean in closer to her brother. It was almost like their bodies had suddenly increased the gravitational pull of their bodies. Kim found herself leaning closer to her brother's lips. She knew it was wrong on so many levels, but her brain was refusing to listen to reason at the moment. Soon their lips connected with the other's and everything made sense in the world. It no longer mattered if they were related or not. This was love and at that moment that's all that mattered. That moment was like a dream, but dreams never last. As the two broke their perfect dream moment reality slowly began to creep back into Kim's mind. She quickly pulled away from the warm hold of her brother. Her face a mixture of shock and fear. "We shouldn't be doing this." "Huh, but why not? We love each other don't we?" "That's not the point. We shouldn't be doing this? It's wrong!" Kim shouted. Tears streaming down her face. She quickly got off the piano bench and she tried to run away only to be pulled back by her brother. "Kim what's wrong. I love you and I know you love me too. Isn't this what you want?" He asked. His eyes desperately trying to find understanding in his sister's actions. "You idiot!" Kim shouted as she pulled her hand free of her brother's hold and slapped him across the face. She hugged herself as if she could somehow lessen the shock of the night within her own embrace. "Of course that's what I want. I do love you Kam. I would want nothing more than to love you like a normal couple, but the truth is we're not a normal couple. We're brother and sister. This is wrong Kam and it's because I love you that I refuses let us be in such a relationship. I'm sorry." "Kim?" "I'm sorry Kam. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for falling in love with you and I'm sorry for making you fall in love me with me." She apologized as she looked at her brother. Her face stained with tears. It seemed like the very sight of Kam brought more tears to her face as she quickly turned away and ran out the room. "I'm sorry." She shouted one last time as the sound of her running up the stairs into her room was heard through the walls. Kam sat in silence. Shocked and wounded beyond words. He was prepared for the possibility of her hating him. Of her thinking he was sick when he told her his feelings, but to be so close to happiness only to have it pulled away so crudely. She loved him and that's why should couldn't be with him. It made no sense in his mind no matter how he broke it down. He turned back towards the piano and he continued to play his incomplete duet by himself. The music had a much more solemn tone to it now. End Rant: Yes, my ending rants. Seems to be a tradition in just about all my works. Anyway, so far this is just a one-shot. Personally I don't like one-shots to much. Leave to many questions open and this ending is just kind of sad. If enough people ask (though I doubt it cause a one-shot for such a relatively new cartoon isn't going to get many hits or reviews for that matter) I'll come back and make a sequel to this. An in-depth full blown romance story on how Kam will win his sister's heart once and for all. Even if I don't get support I'll probably do it, but only when I get some free time. Again if you don't like incest, not my problem. Later End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	13,440	10,158.6
null	Class of 3000 1. The Mysterious Person "Another present." Kim was suprised. This was the third present in a week she got from an anonymous person. Each had a tag with a heart and the words 'To Kim.' She wasn't sure who was doing it, but she had to find out. Kim busted into the classroom and demanded answers. "OKAY GUYS, which one of you likes me," she said in a harsh then flirty tone. All the boys in the class started laughing like they had no idea, while Tamika and Madison got perked up. "The presents, someone has been putting presents in my locker. It's a sign of love, and since I only know you people most, I wanna know who has a crush on me." She eyed each of them, except Kam, because if it was Kam, you know there was something wrong with the boy. "Well it surely wasn't me," Eddie said. "You all know there's only one person for me," he said winking at Tamika. A flipped of the bird was all Tamika gave him in reply. "I love you too," Eddie said. "Well it sure wasn't me," Lil D told her. "Your great and all, but fashion? Not my thing in girls, except Miss Lopez WHOOO." Kim looked at Philly Phil and smiled. "Was it you Philly Phil?" Philly Phil was picking his ear and looked at Kim. "Me? HAHAHAH that's a good one Kim, me. Like you...hahaah." Kim got frustrated that it wasn't any of the boys. But it surely couldn't be the girls could it? "Tamika? Your locker is next to mine. Do you know who put the presents in?" Tamika got a nervous grin. "Well I diiiiid kinda see who put them in, but I promise not to tell," Tamika told her. Kim got a sad look that Tamika wasn't allowed to tell. Madison was too busy staring into her own little world, so Kim didn't bother asking her. Kim only had one solution, to invesitgate once again! Later that day, Kim hid behind some smelly trash cans when the next class was changing rooms. Noone was in the hall at the time, so she wasn't worried that someone would see her. Suddenly she saw someone wearing a hooded jacket over their head at her locker, putting a present in. "STOP YOU!" Kim shouted. The hooded figure tried to run, but Kim's small stature helped her gain in fast and tackle the person. "Okay you. Who are you and why do you have a crush on me?" Kim pulled the hood off and it was Madison. Kim quickly pushed herself backwards. "Ma..Madison? YOU? Your the one who likes me?" Madison blushed and ran to the girls bathroom. Kim was baffled, Madison, the always happy girl, A GIRL, liked her. Kim walked in the bathroom and heard some crying. She saw Madison's feet under one of the stalls and opened the door. "OH Don't look at me Kim." Madison told her. The asian girl held out her hand. "Please Kim, I need mah privacy." The blonde girl sniffled. "Madison, please." Kim gave off a friendly smile to show she wasn't mad or anything. Madison picked herself up and stared as Kim, shy like a child on their first day of school. "Look, about the gifts...I was..doing it for someone else ya see and," Kim cut Madison off. "No need to try and lie Madison, I know its you who likes me..and..I'm okay with that." Madison's eyes lit up. "Really?" Kim nodded. "I was a bit suprised that a girl liked me, but your one of my closetest friends, and I'm totally cool with that." Madison's smile slowly grew. Kim leaned foward and hugged Madison. The blonde girl looked down and put her arms around Kim. At some point in all this, Kim realized she may have a thing for Madison, she wasn't sure how, but she knew she did somewhere. Madison did a sigh of relief that her friendship with Kim wasn't ruined by her crush on her. "I love you Kim," Madison told her. "I know Madison." 2. Dance! It has only been days since the locker-gift incident with Madison. Kim was still a bit suprised over it, but glad it was someone who wasn't a big jerk. She didn't mind that Madison had a crush on her, she herself thought she might have a crush back, but wasn't too sure. "School Christmas Dance?!" The class shouted when Sunny told them the news. "Another school dance?" Lil D asked, "remember what happened last time?" "No this time is much different Lil Man," Sunny told him. "Unlike that Black and White Dance, this time I will be organizing it. Kinda bad timing it's at the end of the week, Principal Luna was sorta late telling me this." The kids were excited, and couldn't wait to party. Most were already asking others to dance with them that night, especially Eddie with Tamika. "Oh no," Kim thought. "What if Madison asks me, I can't say no, she's my friend, but I can't say yes, it would be awkward if people saw us dancing." "HI KIM!" Madison said. "Oh..hey Madison..what's up?" Kim replied nervously. "That Christmas Dance thing came out of the blue huh?" Madison asked. Kim nodded. "Well I was wondering, if you would like to go with me!" Madison smiled. Kim looked down at her feet. "Madison, as much as that sounds fun..I don't think I'll go. Personal reasons you see." Madison's smile died. "Oh, that's okay! I'll let you know if it was fun anyhow." Madison walked away from Kim. Now Kim really felt bad, not only can she not go to not fib to Madison technically, but she felt like she hurt her best friend. "Hey Kim, are you going to the dance?" her brother Kam asked. "What do you care Kam, you don't even like dances. Why are you going?" "Well of course Kim, this will be a big way to show off to THE LADIES. heeeeeee." The days past, Kim lounged on her couch, as she saw Kam dressed nicely for the party. "Seeya when I get home sis, too bad your a loser unlike me!" Kam told her , but only before tripping out the door. The phone buzzed. Kim picked it up and saw it was a text message. It was Tamika. Text: Hey Kim, sorry your not coming. Look Madison wanted me to tell you she was doing fine without you here. But right now I see her sitting on the side by herself..just wanted to let you know. Later...Eddie get away from me..AW DANG look what you made me type! The guilt got her. Kim ran upstairs to put on one of her best dresses. After riding the bus over, she walked into the school and saw Sunny standing outside. "Well look who decided to show up. Go right on in Kim, it wouldn't be as much fun without all of my class." Kim smiled and thanked Sunny for the warm greeting. The door opened, and everyone in her class, except Madison saw her arrival. "Well well, looks like you showed up after all Sis," Kam remarked. "Shutup KAM," Kim said pushing her brother out of the way. "What's up with her?" Philly Phil asked. Tamika smiled, "Oh nothing Philly Phil." A slow dance song was playing, what great timing. Kim walked up to Madison. "Hey," Kim said. Madison looked up, and did a double take before realizing Kim was in front of her. "OH KIM! I thought you weren't going to show up!" Madison gave her a warm hug, which Kim really loved the feel of. "Madison...I lied, I didn't have anything going on, I just thought it would be kinda embarrassing if people saw us, ...you know..dancing together." Madison's smile again disapeared. "Oh, well you don't have to dance with me if you don't wanna!" Madison assured her. Kim shook her head and pulled Madison to the dance floor. She didn't give a damn who saw. Kim placed her head on Madison's shoulder and hugged her waist. Madison gave off a very big smile and put her arms around Kim. "Madison...I love you too." Madison giggled. "I know Kim..." 3. Of Snow and Otters Christmas Eve. The snow was falling thanks to Philly Phil's gift from Santa, and did it look beautiful. It was late, Madison decided to take her otter home, to meet with his new friend, Madison's turtle. "Kim," Madison said before leaving. "Would you like to walk home with me?" Kim looked at the others playing in the snow, including her brother and even Sunny. "Well," She began, "sure Madison...I'll walk to your house with you." Madison and Kim said their goodbyes and headed on their way. Kids were playing in the streets, all of them suprised to see snow. "Brr, the snow is great, but man is it freezing," Kim remarked. Madison looked at her trying to warm herself and had a good idea. She put her otter in the other hand, and put her arm around Kim. "Feelin' warmer Kim?" Madison asked. Kim smiled and blushed a little and nodded. "Well here we are! Home sweet home Mr.Otter!" Madison hurried and put the otter in the turtle tank, then ran back to the front door. "So Kim, would you like to stay a bit?" Madison asked. Kim shook her head. "I love to Madison, but I got my family to spend time with, ya know?" Madison cheerfully nodded in agreement. She suddenly looked up and saw mistletoe. "Heh..hehehe." Kim looked at Madison weird. "What's with the laughing Madison?" The blonde pointed up above her head and showed Kim the mistletoe. "Well you know what they say Kimmy, when under a mistletoe?" Kim blushed a red so deep, it overlapped her cold face. "Well...I dunno Madison I mean," Kim stopped short when Madison pulled her under and place a kiss on her cheek. Kim gave a short smile, the kiss she just recieved was warm, and welcomed. "Hehe, I knew you wouldn't mind Kim!" Madison said. Kim nervoulsy blushed. "Well anyway Kim, I'll see you later huh? Merry Christmas! hehee." "Merry Christmas to you too Madison!" The two waved goodbye, and Kim went on her way. 'What a way to end a year!' Kim thought. 4. A New Perspective "Oh I really hope Kim likes this gift." Madison was in her room, wrapping up a stuffed animal she thought Kim might've liked. Madison had a crush on her friend for as long as she can remember. For the last two days, she put gifts in Kim's locker without her knowing. She wasn't sure why, but she thought it was fun. It was early morning at Westley. Madison looked around the halls, and saw no sign of Kim at her locker, so she walked up to it. Tamika was at her locker, which was right next to Kim's. "Girl, what are you doing?" Tamika asked. Madison was startled and twitched a second. "Oh..nothing..just..My what a nice locker you have Tamika." "Oh come on Madison, why are you at Kim's locker, and why do you have a present with her name on it?" Tamika wanted an answer. Madison sighed. "Promise not to say anything..." Tamika gave her a dirty look, but since she was her friend, she promised. "I...have a crush..on Kim," Madison whispered. Tamika was suprised. "Madison, what in the world.." "Please don't tell Kim..OR ANYONE." Tamika took a deep breath and smiled. A promise was a promise, and she wasn't going to question Madison's love life. The two went to Sunny's class to wait. As soon as they got in and sat down, Kim busted in the room like a maniac. "OKAY GUYS, which one of you likes me," she said in a harsh then flirty tone. The boys started laughing at her like she was crazy, but Tamika and Madison were pretending to be curious, but they both knew what Kim was talking about. After a few questions with the boys of the class, Kim asked Tamika if she knew anything about the gifts, since her locker was next to hers. Tamika got a nervous grin. "Well I diiiiid kinda see who put them in, but I promise not to tell," Tamika told her. Madison stared into space, all happy that Kim got her gift. As soon as class let out for lunch, Madison went to the restroom to put on a disguise so to not take any chances with anyone seeing her putting a present in Kim's locker again, thank her lucky stars Tamika didn't question anything. Madison put her jacket on and put the hood over her head. She went to Kim's locker and put another present in. "STOP YOU!" Kim shouted from some nearby trash cans. "Oh no" Madison thought. She had to run, AND FAST. She tried to go as fast as she could, but she felt a forced pushed against her back. Madison was tackled to the floor, back first. Kim was on top of her, she was too frightened to try and push her off. "Okay you. Who are you and why do you have a crush on me?" Kim shouted. Madison saw the hand come to the hood and pull it off. The blonde girl's identity was revealed. Kim quickly pushed herself backwards. "Ma..Madison? YOU? Your the one who likes me?" Madison blushed and ran to the girls room and hid in a stall. Her face went from a deep blood red to a gushing storm of tears running down her face. Madison sniffled and wiped her nose. "Well Kim knows now, maybe liking her was stupid to begin with." The bathroom door opened and she heard footsteps. Kim opened the stall door she was in. "OH Don't look at me Kim," Madison cried. Kim held out her hand. "Please Kim, I need mah privacy." Her eyes were puffy and full of tears when she looked at Kim's face. Expecting to see a face of anger, she saw a small smile on Kim's face. The blonde stood up and just stared. Madison tried to lie about the situation, but Kim knew better. Kim explained she was okay with a friend, a female at that, liking her. Madison perked up a bit, wiping some tears still. After some explaining, and a tiny bit of silence, Kim leaned foward to give Madison a hug. A huge sigh came from Madison. "I love you Kim," Madison told her. "I know Madison." Later that day, while Madison was walking home, she stared at the sky and smiled. She still loved Kim with all her heart, whether or not the same feeling for her came from Kim, but right now all that mattered was that her friendship with Kim wasn't lost. 5. Help "Flowers now." Kim closed her locker. She sighed and walked to class. Sitting in her usual place in Sunny's class, next to Madison. "Did you get my gift?" A smiling Madison asked as soon as she sat down. Kim smiled. "Yeah Madison, I got them..thanks." Madison gave off a pleasing smile of success. Kim gave her a thumbs up, but something just didn't sit with her. She enjoyed Madison's company, the gifts, and even the kiss on Christmas. But did she really love Madison more than a friend? Kim had no idea. The idea of it circled her mind a million times, but never came to a stop. Soon the bell rang, it was time to go home. As just about everyone left, Kim stayed behind sitting, and thinking. Sunny walked up. "Hey Kim, the bell rang, don't you wanna go home?" Kim looked at Sunny straight in the eyes and put her head down. "Aw, now what's wrong," Sunny asked, as friendly as he could be. He didn't like to see any of his students distressed in time of need. "Sunny," Kim began. "I think..I'm in love with someone, but I'm not sure how in love I am." Sunny smiled. "Is this all this is about? May I asked who the lucky boy you like?" Kim blushed. "Well you don't have to if you don't want to Kim,'' Sunny said winking. "Well actually, it's more..of...a.." she trailed. "Yes?" "Well Sunny, it's not a boy I like," Kim nervously said biting her lower lip. "Oh, I see," Sunny replied. "Well I know better not to judge anyone for something they do, so if you don't have a problem telling me, I have no problem with it!" "Well Sunny," she began. "the girl, I like...it's..Madison." "Oh, that would explain the dance," Sunny said. He figured Kim was just dancing with her since neither of them had dates. "Yeah, and why she keeps walking with me, and giving me gifts, and everything!" Kim said loudly. "But I don't know if I love her the same way back, I mean I do enjoy her company, and I do like being around her a whole lot more than almost anyone. She makes me feel warm, and I know she always has my back." Sunny smiled at Kim. "Well from what you just told me, I think your problem is pretty much solved," her teacher told her. Kim looked at Sunny and realized what she just said. She did enjoy the company, and felt great around Madison. Perhaps she did love Madison back the same way Madison did to her. Kim looked at Sunny and smiled. "Thanks Sunny," Kim said giving him a hug, suddenly running the opposite direction out the door. "Ah Sunny Bridges, you done it again," Sunny congradulated himself. He sat down and leaned back, but a little too much that he flew backwards. Madison was sitting under a tree when Kim got out the school doors. "Hey silly, there you are!" Kim smiled at Madison. "I've been waiting to walk home with you! What were ya doin' in there?" Kim took Madison's hand. "Oh Sunny..was just helping me with something..I got it figured out." She put her arm around Madison's and leaned her head on Madison's shoulder. End file.	Class of 3000, Humor, Romance	Fanfiction	null	16,298	13,516
null	Class of 3000 1. First Date SBxLL *Hey everyone out there in FanFiction! I've made my first fic! Fanfare plays* So, this is basically a bunch of drabbles about different Co3K pairings. I'm not telling you who my fave couple is, but i'll let you know when I get to them. My second fave is Eddie/Tamika (I'll tell you that much!) because everyone loves that coupl and I think they would be great together. ^_^ So, without further ado, ENJOY MY DRAB DRABBLES!!! (They aren't drab, I just thought it sounded cool! xD) DISCLAIMER: I do NOT OWN Class of 3000!! It belongs to Andre 3000 and Thomas Lynch. (Although if I did own it, I would put my favorite couple in it. Just saying.)** * * * Drab Drabbles Title: First Date Pairing: Sunny Bridges/Leela Lopez It was 11:00 PM. The ink-colored sky was blanketed with shimmering stars, and the moon was brightly shining with its silvery-white moonbeams. One of those moonbeams lit up a road, where a single car was driving by. The sounds of a conversation, with laughs sprinkled over it, were heard… "No way! _How_ many corn dogs?!" A woman named Leela Lopez asked between laughs. "I'm serious, girl! Two hundred corn-dogs in under ten minutes!" The driver, Sunny Bridges, laughed along with Leela (mostly because he thought her laugh was the cutest he ever heard), "And, he still managed to lose all the weight in the next two days!" Leela, having finished her laughing fit, sighed contently, "Oh Sunny, you have the best stories." "Why, thank you, ma'am." He replied politely, tipping his straw hat in gratitude, "It _was_ college, and you _know_ crazy things always happen in college." "Yeah…" Leela said as she laid her head back to gaze at the stars as they endlessly flew by. Later that evening, Sunny pulled his navy Jaguar into the driveway of Ms. Lopez's home. She stared at it with an embarrassed grin on her face, "Sorry it looks kind of shabby, but, you know, teachers' salary and all." Sunny glided to the other side to open the door for her. "It doesn't look shabby," he reassured her, "I think it looks nice." She smiled warmly, "Thanks." And he walked her to the door. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Sunny." "Me too." He replied, staring into her beautiful marble eyes. Leela knelt down to reach under the welcome mat for her key. Once she found it, she unlocked the door. "Well, goodnight, Ms. Lopez." Sunny said. Leela was about to push the door open when she suddenly turned around and planted a kiss on Sunny's left cheek, which turned a pale pink. She pushed the door open and stepped inside. She looked back and Sunny and winked at him, "Goodnight, Sunny." She said before she closed the door. Sunny turned around with a grin on his face and, whistling, sauntered over to his Jag. "Sweet dreams, Leela, Sweet dreams." * * * Ok, so the last line was really sappy, but sometimes sappyness is good! ^_^ 2. My Clingy Valentine ExT WOOWET!! Chapter 2 is up! Everyone's going to love this one! I have to admit that this is a long drabble (I'll call it a mondo-drabble, or extended drabble or w/e...) but this is really how long my stories will be (maybe longer, idk.) I think I maight've misused the word "drabble" but I don't really care. It's just a collection of stories which I just happen to call drabbles! DISCLAIMER: Still do not own Class of 3000. If I did, I would make some of the episodes less...weird. Don't get me wrong, I love the eps, but some of them are just weird. Take "Big Robot on Campus" for example: I love Phill Phil, he's my fave character, but that episode is a really bad episode for him and, I really don't like it. (Even though I LOVE the song!) So, now that you've survived though my little rant there, ENJOY!! ^_^ * * * Drab Drabbles Title: My Clingy Valentine Pairing: Eddie/Tamika It was Valentine's Day; the day of love, and that very special time of the year where old and new hearts come together to celebrate the special feeling that binds them together. It was the day that automatically made Madison's hair frizz up. It was one of Eddie's favorite holidays; and one of Tamika's least. She knew what happened on Valentine's Day. Eddie would do something _amazing_ for her with his tremendous amount of cash in a hopeless attempt to win her heart, _again._ She knew how Valentine's Day made the little blonde's heart soar, but all it did was make _her_ hear sick, and _sink._ Ugh! Edward Phillip James Lawrence III! When will he _learn_?! There was something Tamika admired about him though; his endurance, his willingness to keep pressing on, his powerful strive to get her, his unconditional love for her. It got to the point where, without his flirting with Tamika, life just wasn't the same. There were times when Eddie's all-powerful father would try to transfer him to another school, whether is was to give him a head for business so he could one day take his dad's place, or just to get him away from his friends who were thought "troublemakers". Tamika couldn't imagine that happening. She would miss the lengths he went to impress her, she would miss shooting him down every time. There would be a hole in her heart that only he could fill. The idea was hard to conceive, but it was possible that Tamika could actually have a _crush_ on _Eddie_. No, not as much as he liked her, not by a long shot. But, she couldn't help but think about him for awhile after he'd say something to her and she'd reject him, _again_. Sometimes, she would even find herself staring at him during class, closely examining his every feature. That's why she put together a gift for him the night before. It would be anonymous, of course. No doubt he would confront her about it though, for he assumed she was the only one after him. She would deny it, like she always did, and go on her way. There was nothing wrong with a little mystery secret admirer thing, right? She could wait. Tamika walked though the double doors to the crowded halls of Westley, where every single kid was either gathering up their books at their lockers, or standing smack-dab in the middle of the hallway chatting. Those people really annoyed Tamika, the way they just stood in the middle of the hallway. Didn't they know they could be causing a major traffic jam?! Apparently not. Tamika exhaled at the incompetence of some of these people. But as they say, like principal like student... She didn't need to worry about the gift, it was safely nestled in Eddie's locker—His four-time-larger locker that he had specially made for himself. She snuck it in last night. If she got caught, she would've been suspended, but luckily, the plan went without a flaw. As she made her way to the 1st year band classroom, she suddenly noticed that she hadn't seen Eddie yet this morning. He usually held the door for her, walked her to her locker, offered to carry her books and then followed her to Sunny's room. Today he didn't. She acknowledged her friends with a "What's up, y'all?" and walked to her seat behind Lil' D. _RIIIIIIIINGGGG_ went the bell. She looked out the window to see a familiar limo round the corner of the school. That answers that question. About five minutes later, Eddie Lawrence stepped into the classroom, immediately eyeing Tamika with an unusual look. Then, as he did often, he smiled and winked at her. She responded with a death glare, even though she didn't really mean it, at least, not anymore she didn't. "Hey Eddie," Sunny, leaning on his desk, greeted his woodwind-playing student, "What's goin' on? Where you been?" Eddie shook his head, apparently previously thinking about something that puzzled him enough to distort reality somewhat in his mind. "O-Oh, me? Well I was kind of…eh…tied up with something. You see, my dog and I got into a fight over the newspaper…" He said that last part so calmly even though the words were something to be spooked about. "Woof, woof!" Lil' D called randomly. (A/N: It's those small jokes in the show that really stick with you, huh?) "What happened?" Philly Phil asked with unconditional curiosity. "The dog won." Eddie said simply, "He didn't even leave me so much as a single comic. And, he done gave me this here wound as a reminder to never _ever_ fight with him over a newspaper." He lifted his left arm to reveal a menacing-looking dark purple bruise. Near the middle were gruesome-looking bite marks. The gang, including Sunny, exchanged ouches and ew's. "Oh," Philly Phil drew back at the sight of the injury. "Remind me never to get on _that_ dog bad side, and I know something about being on dogs' bad sides!" _(Random Flashback)_ _Philly Phil ran down his street as fast as his tall-but-weak legs could carry him. A huge Rottweiler sprinted after him. His piercing screams seemed to shake the very earth itself, not to mention drown out the dogs ferocious barking._ "_For the last time, GO AWAY!! What do I look like, a _mailman_?!" He bellowed back at the barking mutt without turning his head, "I'm barely a man! Sure, I have the voice of a man, but that doesn't mean I am one! I'm only 13 years old!" The dog continued to chase him down like prey until he finally caught up to Philly Phil and bit his leg, causing him to fall to the ground._ "_Ow! Aw, man!"_ _(End Flashback)_ "Dang, them flashbacks make me _dizzy_!" Tamika held her head steady. "Sorry." Philly Phil apologized with and embarrassed grin on his face. "Alright y'all," Sunny addressed his class of 7, "Let's get down to business. Today, we're gonna talk about all the different subgenres of music that were formed from the main genres. Now, take rock 'n' roll for example…" Sunny rambled on for the remainder of the period. The usual people listened—excluding Lil' D and Tamika. However, Tamika wasn't ignoring Sunny's lesson because she was bored, she was thinking about Eddie. She hoped he liked his present. Her eyes slowly wandered over to the left, where Eddie sat. His head rested lazily in his palms, supported by propped up elbows. _He looks so cute…_ she thought dreamily. Suddenly, all sound melted away, leaving only the soft breathing of the boy who had loved her for more than a year. But the peace did not last, for something had shattered her daze. It was someone clearing their throat. She scanned the room for the source of the noise, until she finally rested on Philly Phil. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and his whole expression looked as if it were saying, "Were you just doing what I _think_ you were doing?" Tamika immediately responded with a "Mind you own business, fool!" look of her own. Philly Phil raised his arms in defense, his new expression saying, "Okay, okay, I get it!" He then picked up his pencil and returned his attention back to his note-taking. After the bell rang, and after the valentine-exchange, all of the student scrambled out of the classroom, eager to get to their next class on time. However, only two remained. "Aren't you two going to get to class?" Sunny asked Eddie and Tamika, confused as to why they were not leaving. "In a minute, Sunny." Eddie assured. Sunny just shrugged and retreated into the band closet. Tamika grabbed her stuff and was about to walk off when she heard his voice, "Hey Tamika?" She turned around to acknowledge the short rich boy, "Yeah, What do you want?" He pulled out a little red box with a purple bow wrapped around it. "This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?" Tamika gasped, and with fake disgust, she shouted, "Fool, you must be crazy! Why on this earth would I give you a present on Valentine's Day?!" Eddie shrugged and unwrapped the violet bow. His eyebrows furrowed at what he saw. Caressed by orange and light blue tissue were five rings, each made of real gold. Tamika turned away. Eddie chuckled a bit. "Five golden rings… But wait, Christmas was two months ago." A long silence. Then, in a small voice that even surprised her, she responded, "You said on Christmas that you wanted to get me five golden rings. Now, you don't gotta worry about that no more." Another silence. Finally, Eddie finally spoke up in his normal voice, "Well I think it's sweet, Tamika. Thank you." He blushed; so did she. "Yeah… Well, off to science!" She said with fake enthusiasm. She couldn't care less about science. All she cared about was this special moment. Eddie smiled at her the way he usually did, "May I walk you to class, Miss Tamika?" Tamika smiled back at him, "Okay then, if you're conscious." Eddie looked confused, "What? What are you talking about? What do you mea—" He was suddenly cut off by a quick peck on the lips… It only lasted half a second, but it was a kiss nonetheless, afterwards which Tamika grabbed her stuff and ran out of the room. She knew he would faint no matter what she said or did. _Forget waiting._ She thought. Eddie just stood there, frozen like a statue. That little peck on the lips left him paralyzed. After a few seconds passed, he started falling backwards… Just as Tamika had predicted, he'd fainted, _again_. Only this time, he fainted with his eyes open wide. And if you looked into those eyes, you would swear that the marble-black pupils were heart-shaped… * * * So, what'd you think? I like this one, even though some parts are kinda ehhh. But hey, I actually finished up this story at 2:55 in the morning! I didn't upload it until I woke up later today (which was a few hours ago.) Chapter 3 is on it's way. It'll probably be up by next weekend. R&R! ~Cloudstar ^3^ 3. Sizing Up Love PPxK SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAH FAVORITE COUPLE!!!!!!!!! Lol I know it's kind of a weird pairing bu I don't care! They are soooo lovey dovey cyuuuuuuuutee 3 So anyway.... This has GOT to be the longest drabble EVA in the history of drabbles! This is like a Super-ultra-mega-mondo-drabble! I guess some of these won't be very drabble-ish, and involve the misuse of the word drabble by moi.... But there will be some drabble-ish drabbles!! Mark my words! Okay, so in this fic, everyone is a year older, meaning Philly Phil and Eddie are 14 and everyone else is 13. (The reason Eddie is 14 is cause in Wikipedia it said he could either be 12 or 13, so I made him Philly Phil's so the poor cute geek would be alone. =) CLAIM I DO NOT!!!: Still don't own Co3K and stuffs like that and blah blah blah and yo-ho-ho and a bottle of no copyright... Oh, and this "Drabble" is heavily based off of Love Is In the Hair...Net. I like that ep, one of mah faves! So... Enjoyz peoplez! * * * Drab Drabbes Title: Sizing Up Love Pairing: Philly Phil/Kim "_I like hanging out with you, Philly Phil. You're…weird, but you're a really special kind of weird."_ It was thundering louder than if all the drums in the world stated banging at once. Yellow-white lightning danced around the dark gray sky, which was dumping out rain by the gallons. Needless to say, it wasn't doing anything good for the electricity, which was out around the whole city, excluding the rich mansions of Buckhead, which had backup generators. But it wasn't the reason why Philly Phil lie awake that mourning. Yes, it was mourning, four-o-clock in the mourning to be more specific. Why this was known was because the Phil family had their own homemade backup generator too. The reason the 14-year-old boy was up so early was because he was thinking about something…or someone…Well, really it was someone saying something… "_You're…weird, buy you're a really special kind of weird."_ Those words echoed in his mind over and over again, as they did the night before, until midnight. He had only slept for four hours, but he fell asleep thinking about her, and awoke thinking about her. Kim Chin… Philly Phil had a crush on Kim; Plain and simple. He loved her attitude, her style, her knowledge of trends, her smile, her laugh, her hair, her eyes, and everything else about her. Yep, he was crushing _hard._ There was one slight problem, how could they ever be together? He was a gigantic super-nerd with everything on it. Knowing her, she wouldn't be caught _dead_ with someone like him, especially since one accidental phone switch lead Philly Phil to discover that she had blocked him on her cell phone. There was absolutely _no_ chance that she would ever like him like he liked her. At least, until she said those words… It happened just a few days ago. Sunny had organized a Field Day for the band class. Most of the activities were ones that required pairing up—even though Sunny had to play to even out the teams—and Philly Phil and Kim we're usually paired up. Kim seemed unhappy at first, but as the day went on, she got used to it, and by the end of the day, he could've sword she loved being paired with him, although that could just be his mind playing tricks on him. After Field Day was over, Sunny treated everyone to smoothies and ice cream; that's when it happened. "I'm sorry I made us lose some of the contests." Philly Phil told Kim apologetically. "It's no big deal Philly Phil," Kim reassured, "Field Day was supposed to be about having fun, and I _definitely_ had fun." The red-head rubbed the back of his neck, "Even though you were paired with me? You know, the scrawny weakling?" Kim giggled, "Yeah, and you're not _that_ weak." "Yeah, right…" "No, seriously," Kim tried to convince him, "You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for, even though you _do_ eat like a pig." Philly Phil gleamed at being complimented by Kim, "Thanks, I—Hey!" His expression changed when he realized she had just called him a pig. Kim laughed, "You're so funny, Philly Phil." He crossed his arms. "No, seriously, you should see your face, it's like, all red!" She pulled out a compact and showed him his reflection. He indeed was red. After a few deep breaths, his face returned to the normal, pale coloring. "So, you really didn't mind being paired with me today?" He asked, making sure what he heard was true. "Yeah! Well, actually, I like being paired with you anytime. You're quirky and fun to be around." She smiled and looked in his eyes, "I like hanging out with you, Philly Phil. You're…weird, but you're a really special kind of weird." He gasped, his face warming up. He processed what she had just said, _She thinks I'm special…_ he thought. "Really?" "Uh-huh!" She nodded. "You may be a nerd, but you're a _cool_ nerd. His face got hotter. _She thinks I'm cool!_ He thought, a wide smile sneaking onto his face. "Gee, thanks Kim." He giggled bashfully. "No problem. Uh, Philly Phil, your face is all red again." Kim pointed out. Philly Phil gasped, "Sorry!" He took more deep breaths and was back to normal in seconds. That scene replayed in his mind over and over again that dreary-looking mourning as he lay there in his bed. The same huge grin was plastered onto his face. Kim's POV Later in class, Sunny was rambling on about something music-related. Philly Phil, as well as Kam, listened intently, while the girls discreetly passed notes. This time, Kim got a brand new note from Madison—she could automatically tell from the purple handwriting. She quietly unfolded it to find shocking words: STOP HIDING IT! WE KNOW U LIKE PP! IM SURPRISED MY HAIR ISN'T FRIZZING UP! U 2 NEED 2 GO ON A DATE. Kim blushed a pale pink, how did Madison_ know_?! She was actually smart when it came to things like love. Ok, so she liked Philly Phil, big deal. Wait…it was a big deal. She could never be with a super-geek like him, it would ruin her reputation! Still, he did give her a tingly feeling inside sometimes. Ok, she's fallen head over heels for the guy. Great. Philly Phil had this bizarre way of going about things… It was hard to explain, really. Kim loved it. She loved his freaky, gasp-like laugh, his wild imagination, even his fashion sense she loved. When they first met, she described Philly Phil as a "lost cause" but now, she loved every detail of his outfit: The headband, the cowboy boots, the bright yellow jumpsuit, the red-orange afro, everything. Kim picked up her pink flamingo pen and started writing a reply to her ditzy friend: R U CRAZY?! U MUST BE OUT OF UR MIND IF YOU THINK _I_ LIKE _HIM_! She sent the note back to Madison, but Tamika intercepted it. Kim looked away, for she knew what the reaction was. A moment later, she got the note back, this time with blue writing on it: THEN Y WERE U STARING HIM A MIN. AGO? Kim felt her heart begin to pound. _I swear, these girls monitor my every move!_ She thought. Yes, she had been staring at Philly Phil, busily taking notes, his pencil flying effortlessly on the paper. A chill ran though her being as she looked back at him, still taking notes. _How cute…_ He suddenly looked up and his gaze met hers for a split second. She quickly turned her head, hoping that he did the same. Her face grew hot. _I hope he didn't figure out I was staring at him!_ She wrote back: SHUT UP! I DON'T LIKE HIM! I WON'T GO ON A DATE WITH HIM EITHER!! No POV After the bell rang and school let out, Lil' D ran up to Tamika and Madison, "So, did you find out yet?" "Yep, she likes him!" Madison answered cheerfully. Tamika corrected her, "She didn't actually confess, but I know she's been staring at him all week. She's definitely got the hots for the geek." "Alright then," Lil' D smirked, rubbing his hands together, "So we know they both like each other, now it's time to move on to Phase 2 of my brilliant plan: Set them up on a date." "Ooh, ooh! I know just the way to make it more interesting!" Madison raised her hand eagerly like she was still in class. "Okay then, fire away." Lil' D urged her on with the feeling that the plan was probably going to be stupid. "Ok, so we make it seem like we're setting up a date for Philly Phil and _someone else_, and we let Kim in on the plan, but we don't tell her that the date is really for her! It's perfect!" Tamika thought for a second, "Girl's got a point… It's a good plan, but the question is: Who are we going to use as the fake date?" "How about Madison?" a voice came from behind. Everyone whipped around, relieved to see that it was Kam and Eddie. Kam continued his explanation, "I mean, think about it: They _would_ seem like a good couple, so it would make more sense to Kim if we were trying to get _them_ together." "Yeah, and all Madison's got to do is pretend she doesn't know anything." Eddie finished. Tamika smiled wide, "That's _perfect_!" Madison, however, was full of doubt, "But think about how heartbroken Kim would be if she found out that Philly Phil liked someone else!" "Well, yeah, she'll be disappointed," Kam said, "But think of how happy she'll be once she realizes that the date is for her." He smiled, "She'll be ecstatic." "She'll be stunned beyond words!" Madison shouted with unbridled glee. "She'll know the whole plan if we keep conversing at this volume." Eddie interrupted their merriment, pointing a thumb at Kim, who wasn't far behind them. Madison blushed, "Sorry…" Kim's POV Kim couldn't believe what Kam had just told her. She went over the words in her head: _"We heard that Philly Phil and Madison might have crushes on each other, so everyone's setting up a date for them."_ This can't be true! Not _Madison_! She thought Philly Phil liked _her_! Now she's finding out that everyone is planning a _date_ for him and _Madison_?! "Kim, are you okay?" She heard a worried voice. It sounded distant. "What…?" Kim breathed, desperate to get back to reality, but everything was so hazy right then. "Kim? Kim, snap out of it!" She felt something grab her shoulders and shake them. Everything started to slowly come back. She shook her head and she was back in her living room. She was sitting on the couch with Kam, who had his hands on her shoulders. "Huh? Oh, sorry Kam, I was just a little dazed there." She replied to her now-relieved twin brother. He removed his hands from her shoulders and rested them back on the couch, "I should say so! You looked like you were going to faint. Is something wrong?" _Yeah, there's something wrong! There's something very wrong!_ "No, everything's fine!" She tried to reassure her brother, as well as herself, "I think Madison and Philly Phil would make a great couple." She felt sick at saying those words. "Great! So you'll help?" "Sure." Kim said, faking cheerfulness. No POV "Ok, this is it you guys. Everybody ready?" Kam asked, clearly excited for the event about to unfold. They were hiding in the cafeteria kitchen, monitoring the classic-dinner-date setup in the cafeteria outside. "Yeah!" They all shouted with enthusiasm, all except for Kim of course. Everything was set. Everyone made sure Philly Phil thought he was going on a date with Kim, but had to keep from telling her, "because she was shy". Meanwhile, Madison was keeping up a pretty good charade considering, and Kim solemnly went along with the plan, not knowing the _real_ plan that was hidden beneath it. Lil' D smiled wide, "A'ight then, let's do this, y'all!" Kim, Kam, Tamika, Lil' D and Eddie stacked their hands atop one another and did the cheesy, overused "Hand's-in-on-three" thing, only this time, shouting "Whoo-hoo!" (A/N: Because they—I—couldn't come up with anything else…) Philly Phil's POV Nothing could compare to the excitement buzzing around Philly Phil like honey bees as he got ready for his date with…_her_. He sighed dreamily as he calculated all the different ways the date would turn out in his head. He'd walk her home of course, and who knows, they might even _kiss_. A cold shiver trickled down his spine as he thought about it. This was definitely the best night of his life…so far. Within minutes, he was all ready: His father's lucky suit, the sunflower he was going to give to Kim, and just a tiny little spritz of cologne. Everything was perfect. Well, except for the ride to Westley, during which his Mom kept _constantly_ gushing over how handsome he was, and how happy she was that he was finally going on an actual date. "Mom!" Philly Phil interrupted her latest compliment, "Please stop, I get it! I'm handsome and I'm finally going on a date!" He laid back on the head-rest of the car seat and closed his eyes, "Jeez…" Kim's POV Kim sighed to herself; the moment was almost here. She was minutes away from what might be one of the worst nights of her life. "Quick everybody," Lil' D sounded anxious, "Philly Phil's coming! Someone call Madison!" Tamika automatically pulled out her phone and started dialing. After a few seconds, she shouted into the receiver, in the most caring way of course, "Girl, where are you?! You're late for your date!" A few more second passed, "Alright, hurry!" Tamika hung up, then smiled at the others, "She's on her way." 'Yes's and 'Alright's escaped the lips of the others. Everyone struggled to see through the two porthole-sized windows as Madison uncannily shows up exactly a minute after Tamika had called her. _Something's a bit fishy…_ Kim thought, even though she couldn't put a finger on it. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she watched the unfolding scene before her. By this time, Philly Phil had already sat down, swiveling his head around in search of his date. He spotted Madison, clad in a dark purple dress with a single flower brooch on her breast. Her pale-but-not-quite-beach-blond hair was tightly tied up in a purple ribbon that matched her dress. A few strands dangled down. "Wow, Madison…" He acknowledged her outfit with impressed awe, "You look great!" Madison's cheeks turned a peach-like shade, "Really? It's just something I put together… Thanks for noticing." Philly Phil gave her one last smile of approval before continuing to search around. Kim suddenly heard whispering. She turned her head to see where it was coming from, finally resting her gaze on Lil' D, who was whispering something in Kam's ear. Kim tried to make it out, but to no avail. She did catch the end, however. The little drummer said something like, "…a good actor." to which Kam nodded agreement. Kim was confused; what did that mean, "a good actor?" She whipped her head back the scene outside in the cafeteria. Philly Phil's gaze rested back on Madison. "Oh, you're still here." He glanced at her feet, "Your feet must hurt from standing in those high heels. Why don't you sit down for a sec?" Madison giggled, blushing again, "Ok!" she squeaked as she sat down across from the redhead, who kept searching, getting worried and frantic. "Hey, have you seen Kim?" He asked. Madison shook her head, "Uh…No." Kim looked over at Eddie, who was holding a giant plate of spaghetti splattered with meat sauce and dotted with meatballs. He wore a big smile on his face as her pushed open the double doors with his foot, careful not to lose his balance on the other one. He sauntered over to the table with the plate and sat it down in the middle. Philly Phil stared at it, "Spaghetti and meatballs?" He looked back at Madison and gasped as he suddenly realized what was going on. "Wait a—Oh, don't tell me you brought this out for me and _Madison_ to share!" Eddie grinned back at them as he walked back to the kitchen, "Well, of course; it is a _date_. You two have fun now." He winked before he pushed open the door. "Uh…" Philly Phil looked down at his lap, blushing at the awkward situation. A few moments later, he looked up at Madison, who was staring dreamily at him, "Uh, Madison, I think there's been a mix-up. See, I was actually supposed to be on this date with K—" "Hey, can you excuse me for a second?" Madison said hurriedly in a high-pitched voice. "O…kay…" He replied, and before he could even raise his finger, she was off. The blonde violinist rushed into the kitchen, breathless. "Whew! That was fun, but I'm done! Hey, that rhymed! Uh, Kim, you can take over now." "Huh?" Kim tilted her head in misunderstanding. Kam came up to her left, "I believe she said, 'You can take over now.'" She looked down, and in his arms laid a pink, sparkly, knee-length spaghetti-strap dress that got darker in shade as it neared the bottom. Kim suddenly felt someone behind her pulling her hair up into a bun. Kim stared at the dress in complete shock, "You—you want me to go out there, in that dress? But I…" She gasped, "Wait, you mean to say that this is actually _my_ date?" She was totally astonished! She could _not_ believe what was happening right now. "Yep, pretty much." Eddie answered. Lil' D beamed with pride, "It was _my_ brilliant plan!" "Shut up, fool!" Tamika threatened, ready to punch him. Kim took the dress, utterly flabbergasted, "So…you guys did all this for me?" "Again, yep, pretty much." Eddie answered again. Kam smiled warmly at her, "It's ok… I approve." "Now, hurry up girl!" Tamika urged her, "Your man's waiting!" Kim quickly changed into the beautiful dress and pink wedges and walked towards the doors to the cafeteria. She smiled the biggest smile she could muster back at her friends, "Thanks, guys. You're the best." She then looked at Kam for a second, "Oh, and by the way, who ever said I need _your_ approval?" She joked and winked at her brother before she walked through the double doors. Philly Phil's POV Philly Phil looked up to see the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his two eyes on. He was staring at Kim, gussied up in a gorgeous sparkly pink dress. "Whoa…" Was really all he could say. "Kim…you look… Wow…" Kim looked back at him, "Thanks…" She blushed. Philly Phil got up and walked to the other side of the table, "Want to sit down?" He asked nervously. Kim gladly accepted his invitation, "Sure." She sat down on the cushioned chair and was pushed in by her date. The tall boy licked his lips at the sight of the spaghetti, "That spaghetti looks _really_ good!" "Well, it _is_ one of the three romantic food groups." Kim pointed out, "That, and the facts that it was made by one of Eddie's gourmet chefs." They both chuckled. No POV The others watched from the kitchen as Philly Phil and Kim stated to dine on the spaghetti. "Mission: Complete." Lil' D whispered to himself. "Geek love; It can be cute." Tamika murmured. Kam thought about what he felt about Philly Phil and Kim's relationship. _At least I know Philly Phil is honest and loyal and will take care of her…_ Suddenly, Kim and Philly Phil found themselves trying to slurp up the same spaghetti noodle. Blushing heavily, they both inched closer to each other until their lips met, causing their whole faces to turn the color of Philly Phil's hair. Madison stated jumping up and down and squealed in pure delight, "Ooh, ooh, get a camera! Take a picture! _Take a picture!!_" At once, Eddie pulled out an expensive-looking camera and snapped a picture of the two new lovebirds just before they pulled away. Kim smiled at Philly Phil, who smiled back at her the same exact way. "This is seriously the _best_ night of my life." They both said at the same time. * * * o_O" OMG!! Longest. Drabble. Ever. Agin with the whole misuse of the word "Drabble". It's not my fault though. It took up 10 pages of Word! You know, even though this is my FAVE couple, I don't think I really did my best on this.... eh... So anywayz... Does anyone have ideas on what pairing I should do next? I'll do anything, really, except for yaoi. MAYBE I MIGHT CONSIDER writing some MILD yaoi! (emphasis on the capitalized underlined words!) If I happen to do a yaoi pairing, I ABSOLUTELY WON'T do Philly Phil/other guy OK?! Although, maybe I will do Philly Phil/Lil' D for that one writer's sake who wrote that fanfic which I forget the name of right now... Well... So long, farewell, auf weidesen, goodnight! (lol sorry, mild Sound of Music fan... Oh, btw, my highschool was the first highschool to do Frankenstein: The New Musical! WHOOHOO!!!!) ~Cloudstar^_^ 4. Intellectually Challenged KxM *Hi, everyone... sheepish smile* Look, I'm sorry I haven't updated in like A YEAR-AND-A-HALF... but, I'm not so interested in this fic anymore. I mean, I still have some drabbles I wanna write for this story but, I won't be updating very much. So…yeah. ANYWAY! This next drabble is kinda shorter than the last two and focuses on two pretty opposite classmates: Kam and Madison! SilverWolfLaguz requested this, so I wrote it! :D Note that the drabbles I like to do in are pretty unique from each other (in style and setting and length…and sometimes rating, which is why this story is T) and this one is shorter and a little less romantic, but it's cute and somewhat humorous…I guess. It was a bit harder to write this one since it's really the first pairing of the drabbles that I don't directly support, but HEY, challenge yourself, right? But, alas, SilverWolf, I can't honor you're second request for Philly Phil/Lil' D… I don't want to offend you too much, but Philly Phil is mah favorite character and frankly, I don't like pairing him up with other guys…. Besides, HE BELONGS WITH KIM, RAAAAAAWWWRRR! x) I'll actually do yuri tho, and yaoi for the others, but NOT Philly Phil roar Sorry, me loves you. hug So…ENJOY! :D** * * * Drab Drabbles Title: "Intellectually-challenged" Pairing: Kam/Madison "One, two, three! Fiddle-dee-dee! La la la la la!" A happy blond girl skipped around and sang. "Four, five, six, fish sticks!" She continued to sing and skip to the rhythm of her rhymes. Her name was Madison Spaghettini Popudoupoulous(A/N: Spelling? lol), and she was _extremely_ annoying. Especially right now, to the boy of Cantonese-Chinese decent sitting nearby, she was extra annoying. He watched her as she twirled around, dangerously close to knocking things over, which made him flinch when she got near them. He started messaging his temples, which did close to nothing when it came to easing his throbbing migraine. Kam was too smart to be hanging around with someone like her. That's what he thought anyway. Madison was as dumb as a post; well, most of the time. Kam didn't think he knew anyone who could play the violin quite like her. She was spectacular on the stringed instrument, though nothing else. If she could learn to play the violin like that, shouldn't she excel in some other things too? Kam looked on with contempt as Madison continued to dance around the classroom. He always hated how the girl didn't understand the simplest things. She was a regular dumb blonde. Kam dare not call her that though; just because she misunderstands most things doesn't mean she can't have her feelings hurt. The smart boy preferred to call her… intellectually-challenged. "Madison…" He tried with exasperation, now rubbing his forehead. He let out a sharp exhale when she kept to her antics, like Kam had never even spoken. Kam sighed in frustration and defeat as this was the fourth time he tried to attract her attention with no avail. He leaned forward into his hands, which were propped up on his elbows on his desk that sat before him. He cursed being so early to class right then, always leaving home a full thirty minutes before his sister, and always suffering through this torture of being alone with this girl before school began. She used to arrive at school at the same time as Lil' D, since they left their homes at the same time and always ended up walking together. This changed one morning when Lil' D entered the classroom via window for some odd, unknown reason. Kam wasn't too surprised at this; who knew what went on in that kid's brain? The classroom was on the second story, too! Oh well; whatever floated his boat. This new window eccentricity, which went on for the past week, caused Madison to arrive earlier, around the time that Kam usually got there. No wonder; Madison didn't like walking to school alone. She needed company, which unfortunately, became Kam. Now he was stuck with her for thirty more minutes of the day, which was absolutely _fantastic_. He rotated his head towards the window, hoping to see Lil' D's hat pop up at the bottom; No such luck. Returning his gaze to Madison, he sighed again. His attention suddenly shot back when the blonde girl accidentally bumped into a music stand, making it topple over and plummet to the ground. _Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no— _His thoughts were drowned out by the colliding of the music stand with the floor followed by the fluttering of sheet music. He covered his ears with his hands, never being able to stand the noise of crashing things. Madison immediately stopped her frolicking and snapped her head the direction of where she had just stepped before. She gasped when she saw the fallen music stand, "Oh no!" she shouted, her voice shrill with worry. She quickly rushed to gather up all of the music and stack it in a neat pile on Kam's desk before reaching down to pick up the black stand. Kam watched in semi-interest as she placed the stand carefully upright in what she _thought_ was the same spot it had been in before it fell. It was _actually_ a few inches to the left, but Kam wouldn't call her out for it. After all, Kim always told him to keep his personal pet peeves to himself. Next, Madison lifted up the stack of papers and, slowly but carefully, rested them back on the music stand neatly. Kam saw this and was impressed at this, but _why_? Why exactly would she pay so much mind to the fallen music stand? The blonde looked at Kam with a guilty/worried frown, "I'm so sorry, Kam! I know how you like things all…'perfect'" She used air-quotes for enunciation. Kam didn't really know what to say, "I-It's okay, Madison, e-everybody makes mistakes." He tried to sound as reassuring as possible, what with his current puzzlement. Madison then smiled a relieved smile and wiped her forehead with a "Whew…" before walking back to her seat. Kam was still shocked: _Why_, in all her ditzy behavior, would she suddenly care so much about his stickler for perfection? She never did before, it just wasn't part of her nature. Maybe she though he was special? Kam's eyes widened as a realization popped up in his mind: Maybe she _liked_ him, as more than a friend? …_Nah._ He dismissed the thought. _She's just a good friend. She might care enough to go out of her way for me, but that doesn't mean she _likes_ me…does it?_ He was thoroughly confused now. He knew one thing for sure: He would give his "dear sister" and earful for blabbing one of his most personal pet peeves. * * * Kam overthinks things... Love is no exception, I guess... x) R&R! 5. Aftermath SURPRISE PAIRING! I'm SO sorry it's been, like, OVER A YEAR since I last updated, but I've just lost interest in this show (Y'know, since it's been cancelled for YEARS) Still I _will_ occasionally update, but expect LOOOONG gaps like this. Sorry, yall, please understand. As for this here drabble... IT'S A SURPRISE PAIRING! W00T! :D This is also why the rating is T (You'll see when you read) I'd also give you some sort of warning, but that would ruin the surprise sorta... so, um, yeah, just expect something different, and uhh... slightly humorous... Yeah... * * * Drab Drabbles Title: "Aftermath" Pairing: STILL NOT TELLIN'! The crust in his eyes prevented them from opening, but with some effort from his eyelids, that problem was quickly solved. As soon as the young man's dark, almost black eyes opened, they were plunged into a bright light that was almost blinding, even through the tan curtain that was supposed to shade from it. He instantly shut them to block it out, only to be greeted by a splitting aching in his head that was so fierce, it made him groan audibly. He reopened his already narrow eyes to tiny slits so he could, slowly but surely, get used to the light, _'God damn…' _He managed to think in his head amongst all the throbbing and sirens and _agonizing pain _and—Huh? A small sound came from the right of him; it sounded human, or to be more precise—something his meticulous mind was naturally good at—female. Even in his disoriented state, the young man recognized that there was another living body in his bed, which was not normal. He turned on his right shoulder and almost bumped into the petite, ebony-haired woman sleeping next to him. Then it sunk in…There was a _woman_ in his bed! It all hit him like a ton of bricks after that: The party, the alcohol, the vague memories of fervent kisses and other dirty things entered his mind right then, making it hurt even more, if that was possible. Then, as if on cue, the woman stirred, and then she suddenly turned over so her face was finally visible to the man. The man, already filled with embarrassment, guilt and shame for what he had done, was not prepared for what was revealed to him right then. He was staring in the face of his twin sister, Kim. Kam almost couldn't breathe, millions of thoughts running through his pained head, most of them along the lines of how in the hell this even _happened_ and how utterly disgusting, sickening, and completely _wrong_ it was. He froze once she opened her own eyes, those dark eyes identical to his. Once they glazed back in pain and she groaned softly from her own hangover, they stared into his and widened as she realized at once who this stranger was. '_Oh…shit…'_ Kam thought as he braced himself for it, his head already increasing in pain, if that was _still_ possible. Kim _screamed_ at the top of her lungs. It was a blood-curdling scream that Kam swore everyone in the party-ravaged house could hear. * * * *Yup. That's right. Twincest. I went there. I tried to give hints that it was Kam's POV in the first few paragraphs, but I don't think I did that too well... :p I apologize if incest/twincest makes you cringe/rubs you the wrong way, but I got this idea in my head and just couldn't pass it up. And for those of you that like this pairing, well... highfive for WINcest* R&R, and Happy New Year! :)** End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	43,945	13,895.1
null	Class of 3000 Class of Some Thousand Here it is. The day I have been waiting for, for so long. I stood in front of a small building. I heard many other people gasp at the size of this school. I wasn't really impressed, however. I had been to other schools bigger than this one before I came here. I was excited none the less. I calmly walked through the door into a hall which was buzzing with many people. This pretty much represented the melting pot that is the United States. There were people of all nationalities, all corners of life. Many of them wanting to live the American dream. I would meet so many people here! I looked at the schedule I printed out yesterday. Normally in first period I would have science class, but we were given the period off because it was the first school day. It granted us the opportunity to socialize with others. I swallowed slightly. I was nervous. I have been thinking about this very moment for a long time. What would I do when I got here? Who could I talk to? When would I talk to them? How would I know which people to avoid? I had no answers, so I wandered around, hoping that someone would take note of me and find me interesting enough to approach. Something that didn't seem very likely. I started walking. I didn't really have a real destination. Does action to quench my ever growing boredom count as a destination? I noticed that the amount of people was decreasing. I guess that most must be near the entrance of the school. That's pretty logical, now that I think about. They could be waiting to meet a friend they didn't see all summer. Plus, most people that aren't in first grade didn't need to explore the school either such as myself since they were already familiar with it. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. I could hear people yelling nearby. There was an argument going on, one that could be threatening to turn into a physical fight. I know it's probably better for me to walk the other way. However, Curiosity got the better of me. I walked a bit closer to the group of people to get a better look at the situation. It seemed that two kids were yelling at each other and some others formed a small crowd around them. The two kids were female and that was about the only thing they had in common. One was light skinned and had golden hair which was braided. At first sight you would think that the petite blonde was being intimidated by the bigger girl who was screaming in her face. However, if you listened to their conversation you could see that the bigger girl was, in fact, the one being cornered. She had a dark complexion. Her hair was black and tied up. She also had absolutely gorgeous brown eyes. She shook her fist at the smaller girl. "I've had enough of you, get the fuck out of my face before I pummel it!" she yelled. "Aw, how naïve. Let's teach this bitch some manners." replied the golden haired girl. She and her gang circled the brown-eyed girl. She still didn't seem intimidated at all. This was really getting out of hand, so I decided to step in. "Hey, why don't you guys pick on a group of your size? It's not fair to gang up on one person.." I said as I walked toward the girls. They turned to look at me and I instantly regretted getting involved. "Aw, how adorable! Your knight in shining armour came to save you." teased the blonde girl. Her gang laughed. The bigger girl glared harshly at me. >"Well, I, uh, I'm nothing like a knight in shining armour, b-but.." I was stumbling over my words and embarrassing myself so much. They ganged up on me as well. My legs turned shaky and my face was flushing.<br>"T-this still isn't fair..." I pathetically wept. They laughed at me once more. "Do you really think we play fair? I guess you're just as naïve as your girlfriend." said the blonde girl. "She's n-not my girlfriend.." >"That's strange. You guys seem like a perfect match... Both of you are pathetic, and I guess you're in first year just like her and..."<p> I was distracted by the girl next to me who was boiling now. Her eyes were practically on fire. Even I could feel their heat, the intensity of their fury. Was she going to hit her? I hope not. I don't want to be involved in any fight at all. She sucker punched the blonde girl in the nose. The blonde almost fell, but was caught by her crew as she grabbed her now bleeding nose. She wept in pain. I thought the black-haired girl was done but apparently she was not, as she now grabbed the blonde by her shirt. >"I told you that if you kept at it I would pummel that stupid face of yours. Now take a good fucking look at me. I won't take none of your shit no more. Remember this face, bitch. Now get your ass outta here before I really beat the piss out of you." she sneered. Tamika now let go of the blonde girl, who stumbled backwards and then fled with her crew right behind her. I had the feeling that this was far from over.<p> "Hey, uh... that was pretty cool." I said. She didn't look at me. I thought she was about to leave as she turned around and glared at me. "You didn't have to step in. I ain't no damsel in distress." hissed the girl. She balled her fist. >"Don't you ever try to fight my battles for me. Especially if you're going to turn into a coward. It's embarrassing."<p> I just nodded. This girl was like none I'd ever met before. Most girls I met were quiet, small, petite. She was tough, big and loud. Unafraid and brave. I blushed slightly. >"R-right.." I peeped,still very much intimidated by her stance.<p> "Humph. Who are you anyway?" she asked. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably. I started sweating intensely. This felt so weird. >"I'm Edward Phillip James Lawrence III.. but I guess you can call me Eddie." I said. I was turning shy again.<p> "The name's Tamika. Tamika Jones." she replied. I nodded slightly, not sure of what I should say. I looked away from her piercing gaze. She nodded back, turned around and left. I wanted to go after her, but I was practically paralysed. I watched her leave. I hope that I will meet her again. Her presence is electrifying, terrifying, but surprisingly pleasant as well. I looked around the hallways. I didn't see anyone. I guess no one really saw anything. Or perhaps they ignored it? Maybe this was a normal thing at this school? I have to be more cautious from now on. I saw a clock on the wall. _Great_, I still had 15 minutes left of my free period. It hadn't been 50 minutes and I was already almost beaten up. Just great. I decided to wander around some more. My eyes were darting from left to right, absorbing all kinds of information, as I walked around the hallway. Most people were sitting around, alone or in groups. I couldn't help but think about Tamika again. I wanted to forget this whole ordeal and yet... The bell finally rang. I looked at my schedule. Music class was next. I was glad. Finally, something that could distract me. I walked to my class and saw that I was one of the first to arrive. There was someone else sitting at their desk. It was a boy of Asian descent. He seemed pretty young as well. He had his hands folded on his desk and seemed eager to learn. I sat down at the desk in the centre of the room. Soon, more students came into the classroom. A girl with blond and wavy hair, a short boy with a sailor cap and A girl that looked a lot like the Asian boy (they could be twins). This class was a lot smaller than I imagined it would be. There were only four people here besides me (as far as I could tell). Everyone started talking. I guess most of them already knew each other. I felt left out. The teacher had entered the room right before the bell rang. The chattering was interrupted by a loud thump. The teacher dropped a book on his desk. We all looked at him. He got some chalk and wrote something on the board. 'MR. GAWN' was written in big letters. He put down the chalk and started to talk. "Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is Peter Gawn. You should just call me Mr. Gawn." This teacher had an intimidatingly low voice. His hair was completely white. How old is this guy? He didn't seem very old otherwise. He looked like he was in his forties or fifties. He also had an obnoxious bow tie. It's wild colours clashed with his simple white shirt and black jacket. "I want to establish some rules before I take attendance." he began. He went back to the board. Was he seriously going to write this down? "Rule 1: No foods or drinks allowed. If I catch anyone eating, they will be punished. I do not want any food laying around for the cockroaches to come and get." I cocked my head to the side. Does this school not have any janitors? Don't they hire pest control once in a while? I get that this school doesn't have much funding from what I've seen, but come on! I didn't really listen to the lengthy speech. He wrote the rules down on the board anyway. Why listen to his commentary on them. After about 15 minutes he was finally done talking about the rules. He took the attendance. "Alright, I don't know any of you, so if I mispronounce your name, please correct me." he said. "Kam Chin?" "Present." said the Asian boy as he raised his hand. "Kim Chin?" "Here." said the Asian girl. Seemingly more disinterested than her brother. "Are you guys twins, or something?" asked Gawn. "Yeah." they said in unison. They glared at each other. I guess they had some kind of Sibling rivalry going on. "Alright, next person... Tamika Jones?" Wait... Tamika was in this class? I didn't see her enter the room. I had a very bad feeling about this. Why wasn't she here? Maybe something happened to her... "Is Tamika Jones here? Tamika Jones?" There was no answer. The teacher shook his head. He scribbled something on a piece of paper. If I had to guess I'd say that he was putting her as absent. "Edward Lawrence?" "I'm present." I said as I held my hand above my head. The teacher nodded at me. "Next person, Albert Dilbert Lohrasses?" "Here..." said the short boy with the sailor cap. "Can you please not call me that? It's an embarrassing name. Please cross it and just put Li'l D instead. It works much better for me." said Li'l D. "Well, well. How pushy. I don't think it's that bad of a name. Li'l D on the other hand..." replied Gawn. "Please Mr. Gawn!" begged Li'l D. "Well, alright... Li'l D is still a pretty strange name." said Gawn. He scribbled on his paper again and looked back at the class. "Madison Spa... Spaghetti Papadoopoules? Jeez, what a mouthful..." >"I'm here!" said a cheerful voice. It was the girl with blond hair. She seemed extremely happy. It was kind of terrifying how cheerful she sounded.<p> "Also, it's Spaghettini Papadopoulus." she added. "Right..." said Gawn, scratching his head. Now that we're done with this, we can do something. He put some papers away and opened his book. >"Now, open your books to page 5. We're not going to do much today. I will only give an introduction to this chapter of music history."<p> The class groaned. It was the first day of school and they already had to work on new material! Before Gawn could proceed, the door of the class opened. A Hispanic man walked into the classroom and by his side was Tamika! Was she in trouble? Maybe someone took note of the conflict anyway. "Sorry for interrupting your class Mr. Gawn. I just came here to deliver one of your Students." said the man. "Ah, Principal Luna. It's alright. This must be Tamika Jones. What happened?" asked Gawn. "I was informed that Miss Jones injured another student. We do not know what exactly happened, but I was told that she started the conflict." said Luna. "Oh, that sounds terrible." said Gawn. >"Yes, that is why I am going to suspend her. I just wanted to let you know." said Luna.<p> I gasped. Suspension? _She_ was the one being cornered! That wouldn't be fair. "Wait! Principal Luna!" I said. He looked at me. "Yes, um... what's your name?" asked the man. "Eddie, sir. Tamika didn't start the fight at all!" I continued. "Hmm... really, Eddie? What did happen then?" he asked. Tamika glared at me again, but I wasn't going to let her get suspended, even if she didn't want me to help her. "She was being corner by a bunch of girls. She defended herself against them." I said. >"T-they cornered me as well, but she protected me from them..." I shyly added. Principal Luna nodded. "Interesting..." he said.<p> "I will have to investigate this further and perhaps the suspension can wait." He looked at Tamika "You're off the hook for now, but don't think we're done with this issue yet." he snapped, obviously irritated at that fact that he now has to investigate what happened further. She nodded and sat down as far away from me as possible. I felt bad, but I was involved in this as well. How could I just sit there and say nothing? The rest of the period went smooth. When the bell rang Gawn put down his chalk down and waved at us to not leave the classroom yet. "Don't forget to bring your instruments with you for next time, 'cause we will be playing. You're all dismissed now." I grabbed my stuff and got out of the class room. Next thing I had was English. "Eddie." said a voice. It was Tamika. She was standing right behind me. I turned around. She had her arms crossed and was glaring at me. I started sweating. Was she going to hit me, or something? "Didn't I tell you that I could fight my own battles?" she sneered. I nodded a little. >"Then why did you get in my business again?" she continued. I balled my fists. I wasn't going to be intimidated by her this time. I didn't do anything wrong.<p> "Because it's my business as well. I was involved in that argument. I was ganged up on too!" I said. She flinched a little, surprised by my harsh voice, but she recovered from it fairly quick. "Well, I could've dealt with Principal Luna myself!" she said. "I just wanted to help you! I didn't want to see you get suspended on your first day. Besides, the more people you have on your side, the bigger the chance that he'll believe your side." I said. She looked away, not willing to admit that I won our little argument. I knew now that she wasn't going hit me, either. (Even though she looked pissed) I smirked a little. "Fine, but I still ain't no damsel in distress." she concluded. My smile grew bigger. "I know... y-you're more like a queen in my eyes." I said. She blushed a little and looked even angrier. "What was that?!" she yelled. "The bell if I don't hurry up to English. Bye Tamika." I quickly said as I sped away to my next class. I guess I loosened up a little as well. Tamika really doesn't seem like the type to beat up people for no reason. I think she has these walls around her, though. Maybe some day I can get around those. I chuckled to myself. I could tell that this year was going to be interesting. End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Friendship	Fanfiction	null	14,892	12,432.3
null	Class of 3000 1. What? Back In Time? A.n: Well I was watching a Pepsi commercial when this idea hit me!!! I tried to ignore it but I couldn't! So I think if I just write it the it will go away! In this fic everyone is 18! They are still best friend and I HAVE TO WRITE THIS!!! if you wanna talk then I have AIM and my yahoo is busted but I have it and if you wanna talk to give your opinion on this then please do! Or leave a comment! Any questions please ask! Also this is a Madison/ Li'l D fic! Don't like it… then deal with it and don't flame me please! //Chapter 1: What? Back In Time?!\\ It was a Saturday as the group of teens were walking to Philly Phil's garage. He told them all to come over early because he wanted to show them something awesome. The group had pretty much stayed the same but their looks changed as well. Li'l D wore baggy jeans and a white t-shirt with his regular white hat and black converse. He had a body of a boxer but not a lot but enough to make his irresistible and the bad boy look that went with his mad drum skills. Also he was now the tallest in the group next to Philly Phil that is. Madison had grown her blond hair out and wore it down as she wore tight hip hugger blue jeans and a pink tank top that showed her pierced belly button that Kim and Tamika made her get a month ago. Madison had filled out a lot but was still sometimes the clueless girl but so very happy. Kim and Kam both were total opposites like Kam wore regular fitting jeans and a red t-shirt to keep it simple as his neat black hair was nicely combed. Kim was totally different as she wore khaki pants and a orange shirt with one sleeve on the right but not on the left, and her long black hair pulled up in a black clip with strands hanging down that were dyed red. Eddie was still the rich guy of the group except he let loose with his stile just a little bit as he wore fitting blue jeans, a white polo shirt, and his blond hair was gelled back into a spiky kind of prep boy look. Tamika lost little bit of weight but still kept her ghetto bad ass girl look. She had her black hair pulled back into a pony tail as she wore tight black jeans, a dark blue short sleeve shirt with the words "Stop Staring" In bold white letters. The group were almost their as they talked about what Philly Phil could be working on again. "Maybe it's a flying pie thrower!" Kam said. "Naw man he already made one of those last year. Remember how pissed off the principle was?" Li'l D replied with his hands in his pockets. "What about a pair of glasses that allow him to see threw anything?!" Eddie said excited. Madison let out a squeak as Kim nodded, "Yeah! Im not saying he would but imagine if we walked in and he had a pair! Us girls would have to kill him!" "Right… Well I think its something that will put us in some weird situation" Li'l D said. Finally they arrived to his house and knocked on the garage. "Who goes their?" A voice said. "Man its us! Let us in!" Tamika said crossing her arms. "Oh ok" The voice said as the door opened. They stepped inside and the door slammed behind them. Looking around at the junk around them they saw Philly Phil jump up from behind a table. Over the years he had changed as well, because he now wore green pants with a yellow hoodie and his goggles still. He was still the weird-o of the group. "Guys I want to show you my great new invention!" He said holding up a watch in victory. "Um it's a watch?" Kam asked. "No it's a home link computer unit for transferring info from unit to unit!" He said excited. "…." Everyone gave him a weird look. "What?" Madison asked for everyone. "It whatever I do on this it is transferred to my computer system" He said Pressing a button the watch opened up to a small keyboard to look like a mini sidekick cell. He began to show everyone when Li'l D saw a white sheet covering something large. Walking away from a still talking Phil he lifted the covers to see a control panel of computers and wires. "So if I press this button then-" Philly Phil was interrupted by Li'l D speaking up. "Man, what's this?" Li'l D asked looking at all the buttons. "That's my time machine project im working on… Now back to my watch! It-" Philly Phil was interrupted again by Li'l D. "Time machine?! That is so dumb" Kam said throwing his hands up. "NO it isn't!! it works… Kind of…" Philly Phil said scratching his head and walked over to it. "Oh come on! A time Machine?" Tamika crossed her arms. "It works!" Philly Phil said turning around clicking and pressing buttons. "I will send up exactly one hour in the past!" Philly Phil pushed and turned buttons. "Um maybe we shouldn't" Madison said worried. Li'l D saw her worried face and gave her a smile as she smiled shyly back. These two have been in love for a while now but neither have told the other. "Ok now lets all stand and don't move. You will feel a slight sense of dizziness and sickness." Philly Phil pulled a lever and nothing happened as they waited. "See I told you- AHH" Kam never finished because they were engulfed in a bright light and were sent flying threw a black swirling void. Li'l D reached out and grabbed Madison's hand as darkness came over him and they all fell onto something hard. Slowly cracking open his eyes Li'l D squinted his eyes open to see tree's above him and a heavy weight on top of him. Shifting he saw it was Madison laying on him unconscious. He smiled but then remembered the void and looked around to see everyone else laying in a pile and starting to wake up. Then he heard a moan and looked to Madison as she sat up and had no idea she was straddling him which made him blush. "Uh.. Where are we?" She asked looking down at him like she hadn't noticed their position yet. "Um… I don't k-know" Li'l D said nervously as he looked up to her. Finally she noticed their position and jumped up as he pushed himself up. Everyone else was getting up and dusting themselves off. "Where are we?" Kim asked looking around. They seemed to be in the middle of a forest. "Hm.. The void should have taken us to my house an hour ago… I know! Maybe it sent up a hour ago but miss read the location. Let's walk out of here and find the way back to the town." Philly Phil said. "Good because I seriously need to wash my hair now" Eddie said picking dirt out of his blond hair. "Just walk rich boy" Tamika said walking. As they walked and walked something felt different about this place. Soon they heard a roaring sound. "Finally! Some civilization!" Li'l D said as he pulled away some bushes and they all froze. In front of them was not car's, and the regular buildings… But stone buildings, dirt roads, people dressed in togas, wheel carts, and a huge coliseum in the center of it all. "Philly Phil… Where the hell are we?" Li'l D said but not looking away from the site before him. "Please say we stepped into a roman fair!" Kam said Philly Phil looked to his watch and pressed a few buttons and his eyes went big. "Um guys… I- um- well.. I don't know how to say this.. but-" He was interrupted. "Just say it fool!" Tamika yelled. "Were in Ancient Roam!" Philly Phil said as everyone gasped and looked to him. "What?!" Kim and Kam both screamed. "I guess when I set it for one hour it must have malfunctioned to thousands of years! Or so" Philly Phil said rubbing the back of his head. "What do we do?!" Li'l D yelled. "I can send up back but my watch is connected to the machine and it needs time to warm up for all that power." He said. "So…What now?" Madison asked. "We wait here" Kam said. "Yeah that would be best" Philly Phil said. Just as he said that a bunch of swords and spears were pushed to them with men in metal armor holding the weapons. They all jumped at the look of the roman men. "Who be ye?" The first man yelled holding a sword to Li'l D. "Shit! Now what Philly?" Li'l D whispered. "Answer me!" he yelled. "we are just .. um travelers! Coming from far away!" Kam said. It got quiet as one of the men looked to the first. "What are your commands captain?" He asked. The captain looked to Li'l D then next to him to Madison and Kim. Smirking he put his sword down. "We take them to out emperor." He said. "Chain them and take them with up to the palace." He finishes while walking away. Men came forward with chains and chained each of their writs. The chains were like cuffs that covered their whole wrist. Then they pushed them to walk with swords behind them. "Li'l D… what are we going to do?" Madison whispered. "I don't know.. But we will think of something" He smiled to her. Soon they came to a large while marble palace and came in. It has a red long rug leading to a large room like chamber with lit candles along the walls and fabric draping from the ceiling and a thrown of pillows and servants dressed in white togas as a man that looked to the age of 21 with black hair and a white toga with metal armor around it and a red cape with a gold crown on his head as a woman fed him grapes. Looking up he looked bored but a spark of interest in his eyes when he saw us. The captain kneeled to the man and so did the other officers. "My king, we found these people trespassing on your forest, they say they are travelers and their appearance is most strange. I think they are part of the rebellion out for your life my king." He said. "Oh really?" The king stood up and the servants around him bowed as he walked forward a little. "Yes we ask for your advice in the matter of how to deal with them" The captain smirked. The king looked at the teenagers and to the women with a glint in his eyes as Li'l D stepped closer to Madison in a protective way. "Do you wish to assassinate me?" The king asked. "Sir we don't even know where we are barley." Kim said in defense. "Oh… I shall believe you for now.. Captain!" The king said at the captain stoop to salute. "Take these 7 to the guests chambers. I shall have my servants fix their appearance and you and I shall discuses more at dinner with our travelers." The king said clapping his hands. The captain nodded in a grim look as he turned and unlocked their chains and left as a group of servants guided them down a hall to a large room. It was a magnificent room with a pile of pillows in one corner and a balcony' and furniture around it. As they walked in a group of women came and handed the girls each a bundle of clothes and also to the men and left. "I guess we change into these." Li'l D said. The girls went behind a hanging piece of fabric and changed as the guys did as well. "Is this a toga or a dress?" Eddie asked trying to figure it out. "Um I guess a mix of both" Kam said. With difficulty the guys managed to get on their clothes. Li'l D and the guys had on white baggy shirts and a skirt thing with a gold belt to tighten the top from the bottom and make the shirt look very baggy as it hung on their chests along with sandals. When the girl came out it was like Li'l D was hit by a rock when he saw Madison. The girls had on silk dresses, with no sleeves, and went to their ankles but had a long slit up both sides as a see threw sash was hanging on their arms and sandals and a gold chain belt on their hips as they hair was let down and gold sandals that had the straps wind all the way up to their knee and gold cuffs on their wrists. Madison had on green, Kim had blue and Tamika had red. "Wow… Madison you look… wow.. great" Li'l D blushed and so did Madison. "Oh thank you for our complement to" Kim said sarcastically. "Guys what do we do? What if they think we are these uh rebellion people?" Kam said. They all walked over to the piles of pillows and sat down. "I say we stick with out travelers story." Eddie said. "But where are we from?" Kim asked. "Um how about Florida?" Philly Phil suggested smiling. "I don't even think they know what Florida is!" Li'l D yelled. "Fine they let's say we come from the north from a Italian village far from here." Kam said. They all seemed to agree with no better ideas. "Then it's settled. We go with that plan." Li'l D said smirking. Suddenly the door opened as in walked some women in white togas. "Excuse me travelers, but the king requests you at his supper." She said. "Alright." Li'l D said. "Also… are you really with the rebellion?" She whispered. "What?" Kam whispered "Why would people rebel against the king?" Kim asked. "He is ruthless and heartless. He takes tax higher whenever he feels, and uses a lot of out food from out fields, treats any woman as he pleases. He kills people or puts them in the arena to kill each other of fight with lions or bears for their lives! He is a perverted sick man who should never be king!" She spit out. "That bad?" Eddie asked. "I would keep far from his hands fair maidens. For if he wishes he shall grab thee in a most un holy way." She whispered to the 3 girls. They all felt a chill run down their spine at the thought of being grabbed by that man. "Excuse me, but what is your name?" Madison asked smiling. "I am Lilith, but my friends call my Lilly." She bowed and smiled. "I am Li'l D, that's Madison, Kim, Kam, Eddie, Tamika, and Philly Phil." Li'l D said pointing to everyone. "What land do you all hail from, if I may ask?" She asked. "Geo-" Eddie was cut off by Kam elbowing him. "We hail from a northern village far from here" Kam said politely. "Wow. Well I beg you don't tell the king of my vengeful words! It's just he has done so much to us! I beg of you" She seemed worried. "Don't worry Lilly! We got yo back! Li'l D said. "Um.. you have my back? What doses thought mean?" She asked confused. "Oh it- um I mean we wont tell. Were friends now" Li'l D rubbed the back of his head. "Oh thank you! We should be heading down to the King's meal." She turned and began to walk. "Um Lilly is their anything else you should warn us before we go?" Kam asked as they walked down the long hall. "Oh yes! Um. Well don't interrupt him, dishonor him, speak ill of him, and do not touch him. Also for the women.. if he happens to touch you, do not push him back for he will punish thee. On my first night working here I witnessed a girl push him away as he grabbed her and her punishment was a night in his chambers and then another night in his men's chambers. He threw her to the men of his army as their whore. I learned never disagree with him." She said in a low voice. "What?" Madison was scared and so was Kim. "Oh yes and one more thing…" She stopped them and looked them into the eye. "I wonder if thou women are betrothed?" She asked smiling. "Betrothed?" Tamika asked. "It mean engaged." Kam said. "But we are to young to be getting married!" Madison said. "To young? I say thou should be at least be betrothed! You are past the right of age! The king will see is as a sign of willingness! Thou should not let him know!" She said as she walked to the dinning room. The long table was low to the floor as everyone saw upon pillows. The emperor sat to the front with servants to the sides around the table. Clapping his hands he stood. "My guests my quests, please come and sit with me!" He clapped his hands as the servants lead each to their appropriate seat. Apparently Madison was to sit on his right and Kim and Tamika were to sit on his right while Li'l D sat next to Madison with a annoyed look on his face that he made the girls next to him. "So my travelers. I never got your names." He said gesturing for the servants to serve the food. "Im Li'l D." He said poking at his chicken. "Li'l… D? That is a very strange name" he chuckled. "Im Kam" "Im Kim" both said. "I presume you are siblings?" He asked. "Yes" Kam said "I am Edward Phillip James Lawrence the 3rd! but everyone calls me Eddie for short" He said smiling. "Hm.. ok" The king said. "Tamika's the name" Tamika crossed her arms. "Philly Phil am I!" Philly said raising his hand smiling. The king waves slightly as he looked to his side to Madison with a raised eyebrow. "And the name of this lovely creature?" "Um Madison" She smiled. "Lovely." He looked to his food and clapped as his servants came to poor wine for everyone. Madison looked to the wine and to Li'l D with a curious look as he gave a smile. Everyone then started to eat as the king talked about himself which bored them all to death. About around the end of the meal he asked a question that made them all jump. "So Madison.. Have you have a betrothed?" He smirked. "Um… well I.." She didn't know what to say. "Yes she does!" Li'l D didn't know what he was saying but he just blurted it out. "Oh really? To whom may I ask?" He looked suspiciously to Madison. Li'l D could have said a man back at home or just a random name of anybody but he said something that made everyone at the table freeze. // End Of Chapter 1\\ A.N: ahahaha wow cliff hanger!!!! you know what will happen might NOT happen you know… So tell me what you think please!!!! so I can update it!!!! Im sorry if you don't like it and please don't throw flaming piano keys at me!!! 2. Lying About Marriage A.n : Thank you for all the awesome reviews!!! Hahli nuva AngelOfStarryHeavens Mossheart You all rock! Also is I have any spelling or grammer errors i will go back and check it! Im sorry if it does. //Chapter 2: Lying About Marriage\\ Last time on Class of 3000!!!: "So Madison.. Have you have a betrothed?" He smirked. "Um… well I.." She didn't know what to say. "Yes she does!" Li'l D didn't know what he was saying but he just blurted it out. "Oh really? To whom may I ask?" He looked suspiciously to Madison. Li'l D could have said a man back at home or just a random name of anybody but he said something that made everyone at the table freeze. Now: "Eddie" He smirked but inside he was screaming _'WHAT?'_ "Hu?" The whole table looked to them in shock, even Madison. Li'l D gave Madison and Eddie a look that told her to go along with it. "Oh- oh yes! E-Eddie is my fiancé" She blushed and for once forced a smile. Everyone then got it as they played along. "They are crazy for each other" Tamika smirked. "Yeah they are just perfectly happy together" Kim giggled smiling. "Really? Wow I never would have thought… When do thee plan to wed?" He asked taking a sip from his wine with a curious look as he felt they were lying to him. "They were thinking next month because we can have the family together! That's why we are traveling! To pick up relatives" Li'l D was proud of himself for thinking of this but very mad he picked Eddie, but if he picked himself then he was worried what Madison might say. "Oh… Well then I shall have a private quarters for thou and soon to be wife." He clapped his hands as some servants left to go get the room ready. Looking to his right to Kim he smiled. "Does thou have a betrothed as well?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes I do." She said confidently. "Really? Which one of these men is it?" He asked. "He is not here. He is at home sick. I thought traveling would be bad for him so I promised to come back. My father is a healer. He is in good hands." Kim says in all confident. "I see. You?" He looked to Tamika. "I'm already married!" She said trying not to talk back to him. "Where is he?" Kam spoke up for her. "He is training with our father to take over the healing business, as a healer in training!" Kam smirked at his cleverness. "Oh" The king looked annoyed for a second but smiled. "I see… Let us all retire to our rooms then" He stood as did everyone else. Madison and Kim both felt a brag on their butt's as he passed them and they squeaked. Li'l D and Kam were about to tell him off when Philly Phil and Eddie grabbed them and held them back. Finally they all were to their chamber as Eddie and Madison were taken to a chamber next to them. "If he lays one hand on her im gonna use his head as my drum practice!" Li'l D said pacing the floor. "Come on Li'l D! Eddie has no interest in Madison! And after all you were the one to volunteer him" Kim said laying on her belly on the pillows. "I know… But it's just… Whatever" Li'l D walked away from the group and leaned against the wall that was the exit to the balcony. Suddenly their was a knock on the door as Philly Phil answered it. "Eddie?" He asked. "I had to see my fair Tamika!" He walked in. "Where's Madison?" Li'l D stepped over. "She was in the room last time I saw her." Eddie said as he spotted Tamika laying on a pillow. "Oh Tamika! My sweet! I shall have you know I have no intention of marrying Madison!" He went on and on. Li'l D growled a little as he stomped out the door angry that he would leave Madison alone. Coming to some doors he opened it and it was dark inside. "Madison?" He whispered. "Li'l D?" She said from the balcony. Walking in he closed the door and walked out to her. She was standing their with the wind blowing her hair and dress slightly. "You ok?" He asked leaning on the balcony side next to her. "Yeah im fine… Just thinking." "About?" Li'l D wanted to know as he smiled softly. "Just everything that has been happening. How long do I have to pretend to be engaged to Eddie?" She asked. "Only for a while longer." Li'l D saw the disappointment in her eyes. "What's wrong?" He stood straight as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I-it's just… I was wondering why you picked Eddie?" "Well… I'm not sure…" "Oh…" "Is their something wrong with Eddie?" "Yes" She looked down. "What is it?" Li'l D was standing so close to her wondering what was wrong. "He isn't you" Madison whispered looking up to him. Li'l D was surprised as he looked into her eyes as she looked into his with so much love. Leaning down both got closer. "Madison." He whispered Soon their lips toughed in an explosion of love as Li'l D pressed down and they became more passionate. Her arms around his neck and his around her waist. They had no idea of the eyes below watching with angered eyes but then turned into a smirk as he left Madison and Li'l D pulled apart as they both looked surprised but smiled. "I love you Madison" He whispered. "I Love you Li'l D" Taking her hand he lead her inside as they made out more and then cuddled until they fell asleep. The next morning a knock was heard on the door. Li'l D woke up slowly as he saw Madison in his arms and he smiled but was brought back when the sound of a voice. "I come to wake the betrothed bride and groom" Said the voice of a man. Freaking he jumped and knocked Madison away as she woke up. "Li'l D what-" She was cut off by him as he held a hand over he mouth. "Shhh! Someone's at the door! I gotta hide!" He looked around and saw some pillows as he dove under them as the door opened and in stepped the captain. "Lady Madison. Im sorry for the interruption but your presents is requested from the king as with your friends." He said. Standing up she smiled and nodded as he looked around the room. "Where is your husband to be?" He raised an eyebrow. "He is in the other room talking with the others about important matters. He let me sleep in." She sail smiling nervously. Walking over t her he was inched from her and she took a step back as he smirked. "Alright." Then he turned and left. A few seconds later Li'l D came out and rushed over to her. "You ok?" He looked her over. "Yes" Madison smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. Soon the door opened as the two jumped apart, to revel Eddie and Philly Phil. "Come on we want some food" Philly Phil said as both walked to the door to the dining room. Soon everyone was in the dining room sitting in the same spots except this time Madison sat in the middle of Eddie and Li'l D. The king and captain walked in as he seemed to have a curious look on his face but smiled as he sat at the head of the table. Everyone was eating when suddenly the king stood. "I have a proclamation to state!" He said as everyone looked to him. "My new guests have given me an idea. Why travel from village to city for relatives? A ceremony of joining a man and a woman should be sacred. So…We shall bless them with a wedding Tomorrow!" He said. Everyone froze is shock as Madison spoke up. "Oh you don't have to" She tried to say. "But it will be your honor! Who would pass up a wedding ceremony held by the king of Rome? Is there a problem?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes! There's-…Ummm" Eddie tried to say. "Preparation! Guests! Everything" Kim said. "We have everything that is required, a palace, the whole city shall attend, and I have food, clothing, everything you need." The king drank from his wine glass. "But I would like my family to be here and im sure Eddie would like to" Madison tried to say out nervously. "Nonsense! Your family will understand that marriage in a palace is much more suited. When you return home you can have another small ceremony for them or something." He said as is it was no big deal. Everyone tried to think of something else to say. "But-" Kam was interrupted. "Do you dare reject my kind offer? It is dishonor to refuse a wedding from the king!" He looked angry. Nobody knew what to say without getting him angry. "Then it's settled! Tomorrow at sunset! We shall wed thou 2 together!" He said and ate his food as the group were stricken with worry. After breakfast they all went to their room and had a conversation of what to do. "What are we going to do?" Philly Phil said. "I do not want to marry Eddie! No offence." She looked to Eddie. "Non taken" He smiled. "Well maybe we can-" Kam was cut off when their was a knock on the door. Slowly the door opened to reveal- // End of Chapter 2\\ A.N: sorry it took so long to update! Work is just murder sometimes. Thankx for the awesome reviews!!!! Also as a reply to the review about the age im not sure if im going to change their age… I probably will but I will think about it… If anybody else thinks I should change the age then let me know! I just think with the next few chapters their age is appropriate… But whatever you all like! Thank you for your awesome reviews again! I shall start on the next one now!!! End file.	Class of 3000, Adventure, Romance	Fanfiction	null	26,235	11,506.1
null	Class of 3000 1. Understanding This is my first Class of 3000 fanfiction. Don't judge me if I get something wrong. Disclaimer: I do not own Class of 3000. * * * It was the usual bright early spring day at Westley's School for the Performing Arts; the students impatient for Spring Break and the teachers wishing for their students to appreciate education more. "Boy, you better watch what you sayin' to me!" Tamika yells at Lil' D, who commented on her preference of music. Tamika loved her harp, almost more than she loved making her yard look beautiful. It was near the end of the period and she wasn't about to let a starstruck wannabe like Lil' D carry on with his insults. "A'ight now, Tamika. You best chill out before the principal comes in here and yells at me for not keepin' my students in line." Sunny walked towards her, hand in his pocket. "Now give him back his sticks. He don't need 'em broke over his head." "Whatever" She says, reluctantly giving the boy his drumsticks and sitting back down in her desk. As soon as she does, she feels someone's eyes on her, and she looks to her left to see her blonde suitor staring at her with the same love-driven, goofy smile he's given her since he met her. "Why you keep lookin' at me like that, Eddie? Ain't you ever had feelings for someone that ain't me?" She thought it was almost impossible for a _rich_ boy to not have at least one admirer, especially one with his kind personality. Eddie's eyes went from half-lidded to wide-open. "Sadly, no. I mean... Before coming here, I was home schooled. Daddy never told me about what a girl could be like, and no one besides you has me interested here." He rested his chin on his arms, which were crossed on his desk, and looked down in thought. Eddie, you a lie. There ain't no way you never liked someone else." She said, breaking eye contact a moment later to think about it herself, almost believing he's telling the truth. She rolled her eyes at the thought and shrugged it off. "But, Tamika... Why ever would I have a reason to lie to you?" He had a concerned look on his face, trying to tell her the fact she already knows. "I may be rich, but you know money can't buy love. I'm sure that's why you don't like my gifts, but I just can't help myself when you cross my mind. You, and everyone else, know that I adore you. You should also know that the only thing that'll stop me from trying to win your heart is if you actually tell me to stop. I'll do ANYTHING for you, my dainty lil' goddess." As shocked as she was, Tamika knew he was telling it straight. She knew she only had to tell him to stop, she just didn't want him to. She secretly enjoyed the constant attempts to woo her, the love notes he'd give her with the presents, and how he'd always compliment her. Just as she was starting to get deep in thought, the bell rung, signalling that it was time to go to the last period of school. Eddie walks to the door, holding it for her as she passes by, and whispers to her "At least think about being mine, would you please? I may not be the handsomest kid in school, but I'm positive I know how to treat you right." He walked out after she did, going a separate path from hers to reach his next class. 2. Decisions, Decisions Tamika really had put thought into it - throughout the whole class period. It was rare that she'd actually zoned out to think, instead of when she was practicing music in her head. She thought about what might go right, what might go wrong... if he would treat her any differently if she accepted his heart. The last sign of affection she showed him was kissing him on the cheek, and that was just to pay him back for not being able to come up with a legitimate Christmas present by himself. She started doodling on a blank sheet of paper inbetween thoughts; some of it was musical notes she'd hum to herself, and the other stuff was mainly focused on Eddie. She drew and doodled for almost half an hour more before a loud ringing sound snapped her back to reality. She gathered her things and started out the room, and she was a little less than surprised to find that Eddie was already waiting for her. She stared at him for a few moments, her mind riddled with thoughts and her feet as still as a statue. Then she noticed his hand reaching out, almost asking "Come walk with me." She didn't bother. Instead she tried to stay calm and collected as she motioned him to walk her out the building. "Have you thought about what I said, Tamika?" he asked, hands in his pockets as they traverse through the noisy halls. "I have... but you know one class session ain't enough time. Gimme at least til tomorrow, Eddie." "But I..." "Come on now, Eddie. You know it ain't a good idea to rush me." "Alright" He didn't have the heart to disappoint her by telling her he won't be in school tomorrow because his mom was gravely ill and he had to stay and care for her. When they went through the double doors of the school entrance, Tamika hugged him and exchanged goodbyes with him before getting on the bus to go home. She had more thinking to do. When she got home, her dad greeted her with a smile "How was school, Tami-" she walked by him and towards her room. She needed complete silence... or at least a quiet place to play her harp. It was always the best way for her to think clearly and calmly. She started running her fingers across the strings, playing random notes in accordance with her mood. As she played, scenarios started appearing in her mind. The first thing she imagined was telling him "no" and she could see him with his head down, and tears dropping to the floor. When that image came to her mind, she plucked the wrong string. It made her eyes shoot open, and she could feel a lone tear running down her cheek. She closed her eyes once more and started playing a different tune. This time, she was still in front of him, but she took his hand and said "yes" to him. She imagined him fainting from the excitement. She giggled a bit and played her harp a little more before putting it away in her closet and going into the dining room where her dad was. She's decided. "Hey, uh.. Dad...?" "Yes? What's up, Tamika?" He looked at her, puzzled. "Um... Think you can... drive me over to Eddie's place?" She looked down, fiddling with her hands. "Sure can... if that's what you want." He'd never seen her acting quite like this, and especially when it came to that Lawrence kid. She never even seemed to show interest in him. On the near-20 minute drive to Eddie's house, Tamika started to think on how exactly to go about the situation. What to say, how to say it, and what she should do to follow through with her answer. When they got to his large circular driveway, she took a deep breath and let it out. It's game time! 3. Trouble at Lawrence Manor Author's notes: Don't be fooled. This isn't the last chapter! But you're sure to enjoy it! I honestly don't know if I can beat the intensity of this chapter! Disclaimer: I do not own Class of 3000 or its characters. Don't sue me and I won't send you hate mail! (Lol) * * * Almost as soon as she was about to ring the doorbell that was surrounded by a solid gold ring attached to the wall, the ivory doors opened, and Sulu, Eddie's butler, stood there with an almost concerned look on his face. "So sorry, Miss Jones, but Master Edward isn't available at the moment. He's tending to... other matters. Please, do come back tomorrow." Tamika scowled at him. She hadn't come all the way to the boy's house just to be shooed off by the help. "You better let me in. I gotta talk somethin' over with Eddie. Don't MAKE me kick you like I did last time I was here." Sulu fretted and moved aside, allowing her the right of way. "He's in his mother's room. Third door on the left on the second floor, next to the bust of his grandfather. And do be silent. Mrs. Lawrence is quite ill this afternoon." "A'ight." She continued walking and made note of everything as she started up the stairs. Several flower pots with boquets of roses decorated the room, and there was a distinct hint of honey suckle in each one. The rails of the stair case was coated in platinum and sprinkled in sapphires, the stairs themselves carved from rich birchwood and blanketed with a long red carpet outlined with gold. She couldn't help but be impressed with the tasteful art the manor held. When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard Eddie's voice. "Don't worry, Mama! D-Daddy's gone to get you a good doctor. Please just take your medicine for right now." She traced where his voice came from, and found the door next to, as Sulu put it, his grandfather's bust. She couldn't stop to look for it, though. She was too curious as to what was going on. She opened the door to see Mrs. Lawrence in her bed, very pale and almost gasping for air. Eddie was holding her hand with his own, almost on the brink of tears. Then he looked over to see Tamika standing there, gawking. "T-Tamika?! What on Earth are you doing here?" He looked like he was about to have a meltdown. He was sweating, trembling, and trying to make sense of everything. "That ain't important right now. What's wrong with yo' mom?" She inquired, walking a bit closer to the two. "She..." He lowers his head, trying to hide his tears from her, but to no avail. He leaps into her arms, hugging her tightly and crying. "S-She had a seisure this morning! She hasn't been any better since. I'm so s-scared, Tamika! What am I to do?" Instead of hitting him or threatening him like she usually would if he even thought about touching her, she hugged him back. She could remember when her mom passed away to cancer when she was just six years old. She was devastated, she wouldn't talk to anyone for over a year. She didn't want Eddie to lose his mom. Seeing him bawl his heart out almost made her feel a little guilty for being so cruel to him. "Calm down, Eddie! I'm sure yo' dad will be here any minute. Let's just watch her until he gets back, okay?" She pulls up a nearby chair and sits it next to the one Eddie plops down in. When she sits down, she uses one hand to rub his back and the other to hold his hand. She didn't know which one looked worse: the young woman that was almost cold as ice and pale as a ghost, or the boy whose eyes and face were red from the stress and crying. She suddenly heard someone running up the stairs. Two... No, three people. She figured it would be the doctors and Mr. Lawrence coming to the rescue, and she was right. "Now, Edward," said one of the doctors, "You and your friend must leave the room so we can do a full evaulation. We'll tell you the results afterwards, okay?" He softly patted Eddie's back to reassure him. "O...Okay. Come on, Tamika..." He dragged his feet as he escorted Tamika and himself out of his mother's room, and they found a velvet sofa near the top of the stairs and sat down. He looked over to the ebony girl that sat beside him, and looked away. "I'm... sorry you had to see me like this. I must look terrible." He sniffs and uses the collar of his shirt to wipe his tears, trying to force a smile. She rubbed his back again, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, Eddie. I'm sure she's gon' be fine." He sniffs again. "Say... What are you doing here, anyway? You NEVER come to visit. In fact, last time I checked, you said you'd rather go shopping with Madison than come here." "Oh.. um... That's the thing, Eddie. I thought a lil' more about what you said... and I think I decided..." Eddie wiped the excess tears from his eyes, before gulping. He'd expected the worst, so he figured he'd might as well endure it. "And... What have you decided exactly...?" She looked him dead in the eyes, searching to see if what was in them was fear or hope. "I.." She sighed, "I will be yo' girlfriend, Eddie..." End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	11,892	11,130.7
null	Class of 3000 1. Chapter 1 This story will start off being about Eddie's party but move on to be about much more than that. The story is rated T for a reason. There will be a lot of little jokes, I hope you get them. Please read and review, I love reviews! "Yo!" Li'l D swung into his chair at the group's lunch table. The others greeted him between breaks in conversation and bites of their lunch. "Where's Eddie?" He asked. "Don't ask me," Tamika said. "I ain't seen that fool since class." Philly Phil added, "I heard he had a surprise planned for today. I don't know what it was though." "Ahem!" A drawling Southern voice echoed over the school. "So sorry to interrupt your lunchtime, my fellow students, but I have a very important announcement to make. This Saturday is my birthday, and y'all are all invited to my party!" A cheer came from all. "And bring your friends!" More joined the celebration. "No gifts needed! Just come!" The whole school shook with the intensity of the student body's cheers. As they screamed and talked animatedly, scraps of paper began to drift down from the balconies. The voice said, "These papers are invitations. Enough for every student plus one! Make sure you get one or we can't let you in - sorry." Kim reached up to grab one. Papers drifted down to the others. "Come one, come all," She read aloud. "To Edward Lawrence the Third's seventeenth birthday celebration. Located at his home in Buckhead, at 7 sharp. Invitation required to get in. In case of lost invitation, display of student ID will serve." "Can you come?" Eddie said, appearing at the table suddenly. As usual, his hair was in perfect order, as were his fitted khakis and cashmere V-neck T-shirt. His shoes shined, as did his pearly white teeth. Kam frowned. "I don't know...our curfew is 10 o-clock sharp. How long do you think the party will go for?" Eddie shrugged. "How should I know? All I know is that my parents are in the Hamptons for the weekend and said I could have a party." Kam's brow creased in a deep frown. He muttered to himself, "Hmm, a complex predicament. Obey the parents who raised us, or stay out late to party, potentially embarrassing." Kim spoke up from beside him. "I don't know about you, Kam, but I'm going whether mom and dad say yes or not! Philly Phil, pass the salt." She leaned over to swipe the shaker from beside his plate, continuing the conversation while unknowingly giving Philly Phil a look down her shirt. He sneaked a not-so-quick glance and looked away as color rose to his cheeks. Tamika took notice. "Ow!" The tall boy cried after receiving a sharp kick to the shin. Cowboy boots can only do so much. She simply popped a tater tot with a smile. "Hey, Eddie," Li'l D called over. "Are you sure about this whole 'everyone in school plus one' idea?" The blond teen frowned. "Whatever do you mean?" "In case you haven't noticed, there are some real characters in this school." Just as he said this, a mime walked by holding hands with a girl dressed in a ball gown and turban. He gestured to them. "See what I mean?" Eddie smiled softly. "Li'l D, if you are worried about some mimes causing trouble, don't worry. Sulu will be supervising, and I trust him to take care of things." The rest of lunch passed quickly. The kids walked back to class in a group, threading their way through the crowded halls of Westley High School for the Performing Arts. Yes, Principal Luna had finally raised enough money to open up an extension of his school so that the kids' performing arts careers could broaden and expand while their parents' tuition money would keep going to the same place for four more years than before. They walked into their music class still talking about the lunchtime announcement. Sunny spun around to smile at his students. "Hello class, today we will - "The kids kept talking. Sunny coughed. "I said, hello class, today we're going to burn all our instruments and do crab soccer." They kept talking. Sighing in frustration, Sunny walked over to a gong standing in the corner and hit it with an echoing BONG! The kids stopped talking and rubbed their ears in complaint. Li'l D piped up with, "Hey, Sunny, why'd you have to go and do that for?" "I did that because y'all won't shut up! What is so exciting?" Eddie cast his eyes down demurely. "I'm sorry Sunny, I guess the class is just a little excited 'bout the party I'm hosting this Saturday." Sunny thought a moment. "Saturday...dang boy, you're turning seventeen this weekend, aren't you?" Eddie nodded. "All right then, just this once I won't give y'all detentions for talking so much. But pipe down now, got it?" The class nodded, knowing Sunny would never really give them detention. "All right then, what I'm going to teach y'all about today is - " "Mr. Bridges!" Sunny groaned. "What now?" Principal Luna walked into the classroom with carefully restrained anger. "Hey, Lunar Luna," Sunny said as way of greeting. "What's up?" "Mr. Bridges, was it you who just caused that enormous, gonging noise?" "I ran this gong here, if that's what you mean." "Well, when you happened to ring that gong, you woke me from my after-lunch-before-teacher-conference-nap time!" Sunny looked at the man, weirded out. "Uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that." "It is fine. Just don't do it again, ok?" Sunny nodded, and Luna patted his head. "Very good. Now, continue with your class time." The man walked out quickly, teddy bear tucked in the crook of his arm. Sunny turned to his class while still rolling his eyes and began the days' class. "Today we will work on changing up popular tunes, giving them a little funk, you know?" He walked over to to Eddie. "Eddie, play me Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." "Yes, Sunny," The boy replied before playing the tune simply and gracefully on his clarinet. Sunny nodded. "All right, all right - class, your assignment for tomorrow is to redo Twinkle Twinkle while keeping it recognizable, got it? All right then, we're out of time, so off with y'all." The tall man loped off with his easy grace, students in his wake. Li'l D started to follow, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Li'l D, wait." Eddie said. He turned. "What's up?" "I have a proposition for you." Li'l D raised his eyebrow in suspicion. "What kind of proposition?" "Well, you know my shindig this Saturday? I need a bouncer." Li'l D frowned. "Why me? 'Cause I'm black?" Eddie held up his hands. "No! Of course not! It's because I think you're a good judge of character, and out of all my friends, you're definitely the most ripped!" Li'l D flexed his well toned arm with pride. "Well, I have been working out lately...sure, I'll do it!" "Oh, thank you!" Eddie smiled up at his friend. Although not as tall as Philly Phil, Lil'D was quite tall, and built with solid muscle under those jackets of his. The boys walked to their lockers chatting amiably. After a while, they said goodbye. Walking to the corner bus station, Li'l D hummed to himself cheerfully. He only had to assist Sulu, and could socialize whenever he wanted. Plus, Eddie was paying him one hundred dollars! A hand closed over Li'l D's mouth as he was dragged backwards into a darkened alley. "Hey, boy," A throaty voice said. "Got any money?" "Of course he doesn't," Another voice said. "This here looks like the most broke ass boy in Atlanta. Ain't that right?" Squinting in the darkness, Li'l D was barely able to make out who stood before him. When he did, his lips turned up into a grin. He punched the guy in front of him in the arm and said, "Mickey! You son of a bitch!" The other boys, stepping into the light, we're revealed to be friends from Li'l D's neighborhood. One guy, shorter than the rest, asked, "Yo, how is it at yo' fancy shmancy school?" "Just fine, thanks." A tall boy asked. "What was with the raining paper at noon? I could hear the announcement from the forest!" Li'l D nodded, understanding the reference to Forrest High, his friends' current high school. "My bud, Eddie, is turning seventeen this Saturday. He's throwing a huge party, everyone in school is invited. And he asked me to be assistant bouncer!" He added that last bit with a certain amount of pride. The other boys smirked. "Only assistant bouncer?" His friend with the shaved head and goatee asked. "Yes, Troy, only assistant bouncer. The official boss is Eddie's butler." The boys burst out laughing. They howled and screamed and rolled on the floor till their sides hurt. Li'l D glared at them. "What is so dang funny?" "You, man!" AJ, a guy with dreads said. "A butler? Must be some swanky party!" Li'l D shrugged. "I guess. I mean, it'll just be people from my school. You know, musicians, actors, models, dancers, acrobats - your usual crowd." "Dancers!" The short boy said. "Models!" Mickey, flashing his gold tooth in his grin said. "Yo, dude, think you could get us into that party?" Li'l D shrugged. "Maybe. I got to bounce - see y'all." He walked off, leaving his friends behind whispering furtively to each other. 2. Chapter 2 This chapter will focus mostly on Li'l D and the assignment they received. The party will be next chapter, I was thinking of skipping this chapter but just liked it too much. I hope you do too! Read and review please! As Li'l D munched on a peanut butter sandwich, sitting in a kitchen chair reading a Sports Illustrated, he hummed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to himself, trying to figure out how to translate that onto his drums. He was just about to begin practicing when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Yo, Li'l D - It's Tamika. What the hell are we supposed to do for this stupid ass homework?" "Girl, I don't know. Just turn it into a glissiro or whatever you do." "Glissando, not glissaro. And that might just work. Thanks, Li'l D!" "Bye." He hung up the phone and began his homework. He started a quiet beat on the kick-drum, then began bopping out a rhythm on the tom-toms and snare drum. Throwing in a cymbal once in a while, Li'l D realized with a start that he had just succeeded. He smiled and pumped his fist in the air. "Well, someone's happy," Li'l D's mother walked in, arms laden with groceries. "Boy, come help your mother." "Yes'm." After the groceries were put away, Li'l D went up to his room and hung out until dinner. The next day, he met with Eddie at the dance studio. "Yo, Eddie," Li'l D asked, sliding up next to his friend. "When should I be at your house?" The blonde boy thought a moment. "I s'pose 6 should be fine. It will give you time to get into your uniform." Li'l D paled. "Uniform?" Eddie nodded, eyes lost to the curvy girl talking to one of the dancers. Wearing a black Tshirt and skinny jeans, Eddie was practically floating off the floor at the sight of her. "Isn't she beautiful?" Li'l D frowned. "Who, Tamika? If you say so..." The boy patted his friend on the back and sauntered away unobtrusively, taking care not to block Eddie's view. Even though it was recess, he went to the classroom. Surprisingly, Sunny was not there, although two others were. "Madison! Kim!" He waved to his friends, who were holding a hushed conversation. They broke apart quickly and smiled. "Hi, Li'l D!" Kim said. "We were not talking about you!" Madison said. Li'l D frowned. "Uh, sure. So, uh...Madison." Kim stood quickly. "I think that's my cue. See you at lunch, Maddy." Li'l D watched the petite girl as she walked away. After the door was closed, he turned to find Madison, the prettiest girl in class, smiling up at him shyly. Her purple skirt swished as she stood to greet him with another sunny smile. "Hey, Li'l D!" "Hey, Madison. What's up?" "Oh, nothing much." "What're you doing this weekend?" She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Uh, let's see, uh...Well, granny might have another stroke, I have to wash my cat, and...Oh! I'm going to Eddie's party." She turned to face him. "Will you be there?" "Yeah, yeah I will!" Li'l D grinned ear to ear, then composed him self. "So, I'll see you there?" Madison gave a little hop of glee. "Sure! Save me a dance, ok?" She leaned down and gave his cheek a little kiss. She then skipped away, cheeks blushing furiously. "Yeah...see you there..." Li'l D said dazedly. All was silent in the music room. With a loud Thud! Li'l D fell backwards into a faint, a smile etched into his face by Madison's kiss. Sunny sauntered into the classroom whistling a cheerful tune. He glanced at Li'l D in the corner, still in his daze, and continued walking. He stopped. "Uh, you ok shorty?" Li'l D jumped up excitedly. "Oh, I'm fine! Great, in fact! Isn't life wonderful?" He sighed contentedly. Sunny raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "Am I right to assume this is about a certain blonde-haired violinist?" Li'l D only sighed. Sunny laughed and shooed him out of the room. The teenager walked the hallways with a big grin on his face. The sound of a distant explosion brought him back to Earth. He called out uncertainly, "Philly Phil? Is that you?" A tall red haired boy wearing faded yellow orange overalls and a white T-shirt stumbled out of the janitor's closet coughing feverishly, a cloud of dark smoke billowing out from behind him. Li'l D's eyes bugged out. "What the heck were you making in there? A bomb? A tank? A time machine?" The other boy shook his head. "I was just wrapping Eddie's present. I guess I went overboard on the nitroglycerin." Li'l D shook his head in amazement, patted his friend on the shoulder. "You do that, man. Seeya - I gotta scram if I want to be on time for Eddie's party." "Bye." Mustering up all the strength in his thin body, Philly Phil ran back into the closet with an enormous battle cry that echoed long after Li'l D had left the school. 3. Chapter 3 All right people, let's get our party on! This chapter will be longer than the last one, and ripe with drama. Read and review! "Lil'D, do come in," Eddie said, gesturing to his house. Once inside, Lil'D offered a wrapped box to his friend. Eddie thanked him and handed him a suit, folded up. Seeing Lil'D's face, he explained, "You don't need to wear the while thing - just enough so you're recognizable as assistant bouncer." Lil'D nodded and went to change. Sulu approached Eddie in full uniform as usual. "Master Eddie," He said. "With all due respect, do you think it wise to make this...delinquent...the one in charge of the official decisions as to who gets in to your soirée?" Eddie smiled softly. "I trust Lil'D, Sulu. You should too." "Yes, but..." The doorbell rang. "Why don't you go get that, Sulu?" He sighed. "Yes, Master Eddie." He turned back. "Oh, and sir-" "Yes?" "Happy birthday." Eddie smiled to himself then turned to the mirror to quickly smooth down his hair. Kim and Kam entered, carrying a huge present. "Here you go!" Kim said brightly. "Now take it - before our arms fall off!" Kam groaned. Sulu appeared to lift the package with one hand and walk away silently. Eddie smiled at his friends. "Welcome, friends! Might I say, Kim, that your outfit looks especially baggy today." "Thank you, I try." Dressed in light blue bell bottoms that bagged at the hem and a cut Tshirt that hung off one shoulder and exposed her midriff, Kim was dressed to impress, as usual. Behind her, Kam shot daggers at Eddie through his eyes, mouthing threats. Eddie only smiled and nodded, knowing that Kam could/would never follow through with it. Ignoring them, Lil'D turned to Kim. "So, why are you here so early? Party don't start till 7." She smiled excitedly. "Eddie asked me to DJ the party. Isn't that awesome? I'll be turning tables all night!" Lil'D raised his eyebrows. "All night? Dang, I couldn't go for that long!" She shrugged. "There are some playlists recorded for when I get tired. But yeah, most of the night I'll be up here." He nodded. "Yeah, same with me and this assistant bouncer gig." Kim smiled ruefully. "Guess we won't get to hang out much. And you're the best dancer!" "True, but my friends are even better. I think you met them once - Troy, Mickey, and AJ?" "I remember them. They were cool. Mickey and I still text sometimes." Lil'D raised his eyebrows. "He didn't tell me that - But he did say there was a cute shorty he was into. Maybe that's you!" She made a face. "I don't like him like that. He's a friend, that's all." Somewhere in the house, a clock struck seven o-clock. Immediately a knocking came and Lil'D ran to perform his duties. Kim continued setting up her equipment, having Kam do all the heavy lifting of course. Eddie greeted his guests with grace and kindness and soon the party was in full throttle. Kim was the goddess of the turn tables and Lil'D kept the wannabes out of the party, sometimes calling in Eddie for a decision. After 9, Sulu retired to his room, which was somewhere in the North-East wing. Lil'D was now in charge of the door. Luckily, most guests had arrived and he was free to enjoy the party. Kim was spinning techno-dance music and the crowd was loving it. Tamika was dancing with Eddie and he seemed quite relaxed. In fact, they were grinning and laughing with each other, no awkwardness at all! Kam and Philly Phil were attempting the robot between talking and popping Cheetos. Lil'D craned his neck to see Madison, dressed in a gorgeous purple wrap dress, hair bouncing through the air (among other things). Lil'D smiled with anticipation until he saw who the smile was directed to. Dirk Fleming, star of every school musical, blonde and tan, was dancing with Madison, his tight shirt showing off his swelling biceps and six pack. Lil'D shuddered. He squared his shoulders and walked into the crowd. Then the doorbell rang. "Why now?" Lil'D muttered to himself. He opened the door and gasped. Mickey, Troy, AJ, and a couple other boys Lil'D knew vaguely stood at the stoop. "Lil'D! My man!" AJ exclaimed. "Thanks for the tip, this party is jamming!" He and the others began to step inside, but Lil'D stuck out a hand to stop them. Mickey pouted. "Yo man, what's the big idea? I got plans for tonight!" Lil'D shook his finger. "No invite, no enter. Sorry." Troy slung an arm around Lil'D. "Dude, this house must hold a thousand people. Are five extra really going to matter? What could it hurt?" "Well..." "This party is slacking, and when have we ever not made a party awesome?" "Well..." "Exactly! So we'll catch up later, ok?" The boys filed in one by one. Lil'D counted them silently. His friends plus the two others - Sammy, a quiet boy who had probably been dragged here against his will, and Tyrese, a mean looking bloke who gave Lil'D a flash of the finger before mixing in with the crowd. Lil'D sighed and turned. Madison - and Dirk - were gone. It only took an hour for chaos to break out. No one came to the door after that, and Lil'D was free to enjoy the party. Just as he was about to dance with Madison, he looked up to see Mickey and Kim goofing off at the turn tables. She danced a bit as he experimented with scratching the records. A tall burly figure sauntered over. Tyrese. "Uh, be right back," Lil'D said to Madison distractedly. She shrugged and began dancing with Kam, to his great delight as Kim started playing a slow song. Lil'D pushed his way through the crowd of couples, one of them including Philly Phil and a curvy ballerina. He approached the trio with his brow furrowed in worry. Tyrese had his hand on Kim's arm, tugging at her while Mickey, fuming, yelled at him. As Lil'D drew closer, he began to hear snippets of their conversation. "Back the fuck off! This one's mine, got it?" "Baby girl, you looking so sexy up here...why don't you come dance? Just one dance, please shorty?" Kim smiled at Tyrese then glared at Mickey. "This one, huh?" She said through clenched teeth. She said to Tyrese, "Of course, I'd love to dance with you." She started a playlist of dance music and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. The music, a song by The Wanted, blasted through the house. The two walked out onto the dance floor and began dancing. Her belly ring flashed in the light, blue-black hair flying in the strobe lights. Tyrese looked chill through it all. Lil'D decided to keep a watchful eye on the two. A commotion could be heard from another part of the dance floor. AJ had apparently asked Tamika to dance - while Eddie had been dancing with her. The two guys were arguing loudly, attracting the attention of many. Lil'D ran to them as fast as he could. "Woah there, break it up." Eddie fumed, "Lil'D, please throw this guy out of my party this instant." Lil'D saluted. "Yes, sir!" Taking AJ by the collar, he dragged him to the hall. He glared at his friend. "Dude, what were you thinking? You said you wouldn't cause trouble!" AJ shrugged. "How was I supposed to know she wasn't just some chick rich boy was grinding on?" Lil'D glared. "One more mess up and you're gone, clear?" AJ smiled sweetly. "Crystal." After Lil'D had returned to the party, Madison was long gone, although all his other friends were accounted for. Lil'D scanned the room for trouble and found none. Kim and Tyrese were lounging by the punch bowl, her laughing at something he had just said. Eddie and Tamika were slow dancing, smiling shyly at each other. Philly Phil was sitting with the ballerina girl, checking his pocket for something. Kam was break dancing to the cheers of a crowd, brow furrowed in determination. Madison was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Dirk. Lil'D gulped, assuming the worst. As Kim returned to her turn tables, Tyrese flipping through some records behind her, the house began to buzz with excitement and everyone's dancing. Philly Phil and the ballerina took advantage of the hub-bub to head for the guest wing of Eddie's immense mansion. Lil'D tried not to grimace in wondering what they were up to. After a few hours, Lil'D had to leave. His mom had said to be home by one, and it was close to two. He said goodbye to his friends and checked for certain uninvited guests, also known as AJ, Tyrese, Mickey, Troy, and Sammy. After ushering a few others out, including a shirtless Philly Phil, the party was over. Lil'D turned to Eddie, smiling. "So did you enjoy your birthday?" Eddie lit up. "Oh, I sure did! The party was wonderful and Tamika agreed to go out to dinner with me this Saturday! Isn't it wonderful?" Lil'D nodded with a yawn. He said goodbye and left, wondering why he never saw Madison, Dirk, Kim, or Tyrese leave. 4. Chapter 4 So the party's over. But our story is just starting! This will be a short chapter but an extremely important one. Read and review! A few days later, at school, Lil'D found himself alone in the classroom with Madison. As usual, she was perky despite the early hour. "So how was the party?" She asked. Lil'D shrugged. "Eh..." She frowned a bit. "Didn't you have fun?" Lil'D shrugged again, turning away from her. "Not really. But I'm sure you did." "What is that supposed to mean?" Although he couldn't see her face, her voice was level but still innocent as ever. Lil'D turned angrily. "I'm talking about Dirk! Look, I know you like him - It was so obvious. And then when you disappeared with him, I had to assume the worst. And it just bugs me because I was really hoping to get the chance to hang out that night and finally be able to maybe even tell you that I really like you, but of course Dirk is there and..." It was really more of a rant that a talk, but Lil'D had to stop talking when Madison kissed him abruptly. After a moment, they parted. He stuttered, "What...how long had you...I..." She smiled. "I've been waiting for you to do that for years - figured I had best do it or it wouldn't happen ever." Lil'D held the blonde girl's face in his hands. "Oh Maddie, you are so gorgeous." They kissed again, for longer. Unfortunately, their bliss was ended by a loud cough from the door. "Ahem," Sunny said, hat bowed over his face. "Could y'all move this love fest, or should I find another classroom to teach in?" The teens broke apart sheepishly, blushing crazily. Sunny only laughed and shot Lil'D a wink. The rest of the class arrived shortly, most toting coffee cups and yawning. Philly Phil looked quite cheerful for a Monday, as did Eddie. Kam only looked worried. "Yo, Kam," Sunny said. "Where's Kim?" The boy paled, turning to face Sunny. "I don't know." A hush fell over the room. Lil'D cried, "What do you mean, you don't know? You're her brother, can't you use some sort of twin telepathy to find her?" Kam shook his head. "My parents already tried." Sunny led Kam to a seat. "All right Kam, where did you last see your sister?" "At Eddie's party, on Saturday night." "Eddie?" The blonde boy held up his hands. "I don't know nothing about it." Sunny continued. "Who was she with? Did anything seem suspicious?" Kam's frown deepened. "The guy she was with - Tyrese - had a shifty look about him. I told her he was bad news, but she told me to stay out of it. That...that was the last I ever saw of her!" He sniffled a bit, and his classmates comforted him kindly, saying "There, there," and patting his back. He straightened, collected himself, and said, "Sunny, may we begin class?" Sunny nodded. "Sure man. Come on class, let's get started." Outraged, Eddie said, "How can you expect us to learn at a time like this?" Sunny sighed. "Look y'all, I care about Kim as much as the rest of y'all, but we have a performance in a couple weeks and I have a responsibility to make sure you guys sound good. Please, just...leave it up to the authorities. Ok?" Kam shook his head. "The police said that until twenty four hours have gone by, she's not officially missing. So we just have to hope for the best." "Well, that's just awful!" Eddie fretted nervously. "That's it, I'm calling Sulu." Kam looked at him strangely. "What exactly will that accomplish?" Eddie ignored him, saying to Sulu, "Sulu, I need you to organize a search party. Kim Chin is missing and we need to track her party. Cover all of Atlanta! Get the government involved! Make sure you find her - Daddy might fire you if you don't." He snapped his phone shut and smiled cheerily at his friends. "Don't worry, Sulu is on the case!" Speechless, his friends could only nod dumbly and turn to begin the day's lesson. End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Hurt-Comfort	Fanfiction	null	26,575	14,085
null	Class of 3000 Class of 3000: Reality TV _Me: Hahahaha! They don't know what they're in for. _ _Camera Man: EHEM!! WE'RE ROLLING!!_ _gaia09: And now you're experiencing what I experienced myself._ _Me: Oh, sorry. Mind taking some Strepsils. _ _Camera Man: Grrrr..._ _Me: Oh, yeah. Welcome readers, writers and just plain human beings who have nothing else to do!! You will now be witnessing the second greatest show of the year!!_ _gaia09: Second greatest?_ _Me: Yeah. Next to your st-_ _gaia09: (looks at me sternly)_ _Me: Next to your show!! And now, here are your favorite characters... LIVE!!_ Contestant no. 1. _"Lil'D": 'sup y'all. I'm Lil'D. I am the unofficial leader of the class. I can play all instruments, but I specialize in the drums. I'm twelve years old._ Lil'D: Hey!! I didn't say that!! 2. _"Kim": I'm Kim Chin. I'm the twin sister of Kam. I have a Chinese descent. I specialize in percussion instruments. I'm also twelve years old._ Kim: Alright, who's saying that?! Lil'D: You. Kim: I wasn't saying that! Is this some kind of joke?! _Me: Okay! Let's just say that all of them are twelve. Except for Philly Phil, Sunny and Miss Lopez._ Miss Lopez: It's Mila. _Me: Okaaaaay, Mila. _ _gaia09: What about Tanya?_ _Me: I'm not really sure. Let's pretend she's twelve._ Tanya: HEY!! 3. _"Kam": Hey! I'm Kam Chin. I'm the twin brother of Kim. I have an Asian descent. I play and specialize in the piano._ Lil'D: Why aren't you complaining? Kam: Is it really required? 4. _"Madison": Hello!! I'm Madison Spaghettini Papadopolous!! I have only two emotions: happy and thrilled!! I play the fiddle or as they call it, the violin!!_ Madison: YEHEY!! Someone has the same name as mine!! And she also plays the fiddle!! Kim: Madison, that is you. Madison: I can't wait to meet her!! 5. _"Tamika": You know me!! I'm Tamika Jones. I have the title of the toughest girl in school. I specialize in string instruments._ Tamika: Okay guys, stop the joke or I'll _really_ beat you up!! Eddie: WAIT TAMIKA!! DON'T BEAT THEM UP!! _Me: Wait!! You aren't supposed to be here yet!!_ Tamika: And who are you to tell him off like that?! EH?? Eddie: TAMIKA!! YOU CARE!! Tamika: I don't!! 6. _"Eddie": Hi, I'm Eddie and I'm really rich! __Really__._ _Me: Eddie, you can come in now... it's your turn._ Eddie: Oh sorry, I was busy counting my money. _Me: And that therefore concludes introduction part... (does a complete revolution and poses) ONE!!_ _gaia09: Wait!! What about the others!! We can't leave them outside to wait!!_ Outside... Phil: When's it my turn to come in? I wanna join the others!! Sunny: Be patient, little people. Phil: I'm only one... Tanya: Hellooooo?! Phil: Oh sorry, didn't see you there. Sunny: See?? Inside... _Me: But the next show's coming up and it's the show that __every__ kid loves!! _ _gaia09: Uh-huh... and what show is that?_ _Me: BARNEY!!_ _gaia09: I KNEW IT!! Barney can wait..._ _Me: But he has only thirty minutes in his time slot!!_ _gaia09: We can have the first thirty minutes and he can have the rest!!_ _Me: But I told you!! He only has __thirty__ minutes!!_ _gaia09: Fine! He can have his __LAST__ fifteen minutes and we'll take the other fifteen minutes. Happy?_ _Me: Not quite, but sure. Okaaay, Barney's on._ _gaia09: (hears little screaming voices) What's that? (points outside)_ _Me: Great, the little Barney fans are protesting._ Outside... Children: WE WANT BARNEY!! WE WANT BARNEY!! _Me: Wow. They really do love Barney..._ _gaia09: Let's just go on with the show. We only have ten minutes left._ _Me: Fine..._ 7. _"Philly Phil": Hi! I'm Philly Phil. And I--_ _gaia09: Okaaay, that's enough._ Phil: Yes! I can finally say my line! I've been practicing on it! 8. Phil: Wait!! I didn't say my line yet!! _Me: You've said enough._ _8._ _"Sunny": I'm Sunny Bridges. Music teacher extraordi--_ _gaia09: That's enough._ 9. _"Mila": ..._ _Me: There's not much to say about her, you know..._ Mila: I really think Sunny should finish his description and his line. _gaia09: Cut the chit-chat and let's get on with Tanya._ 10. _"Tanya": ..._ _gaia09: Not much to say?_ _Me: Not much to say... uuuh... how much time do we have left??_ _gaia09: None..._ _Me: Okay, guys!! Please review, although I don't expect much review since this is just the (whispers)...introduction... (gets loud again) But still... please do review. (Starts to sniff) I... (sniffle) really... (sniffle) do... wanna know... (sniffle)... how you... how you... feel about... about... (starts to cry) THIS SHOW!! GOODBYE!! UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER!!_ _gaia09: (sigh) Here we go aga--_ _Me: (starts to cry on gaia09's shoulder) I'M SO EMO--!!_ _FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFZZZZZZZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHH!!_ Viewers: SHE'S EMO?! Emo guy: I really wanna meet her... End file.	Class of 3000, Humor	Fanfiction	null	5,125	34,308.5
null	Class of 3000 1. Embarrassment Does He Love Me Or Her? Chapter 1 Embarrassment Kim woke up. The sun was so bright she could barley open her eyes. Her brother was already out of bed. He always gets out of bed at 5:30 for some "studying time". She looked at the clock. It was 7:30 (the bus leaves at 7:40)! She quickly looked through her closet. She picked out what she usually picks out, a pink and red shirt, her K pendant, a long blue skirt, mismatched socks, and her purple shoes. She was about to rush downstairs, but then she saw her bunny's cage. "Ruby!" exclaimed Kim, "I forgot to feed you!" She rushed downstairs and saw her parents at the table. "You're going to miss the bus if you feed the bunny." said her mom, "Why can't you feed her when you get home?" "Mom, I don't want Ruby to starve." "Let her be late to school." said her father "When we got her a bunny she promised to take care of it and take all responsibility for it." Kim was always irritated by the way her father called Ruby "it". Ruby is a living, breathing creature and she wished her father would respect that. She dragged the heavy bunny food to her room and poured it in Ruby's food bowl. Ruby ate the food like se hadn't eaten in weeks. Ruby always got hungry very quickly. Kim then noticed that she didn't fill Ruby's water bottle. "Ruby, I have to fill your water bottle later." said Kim, "Besides, I'll only be gone until about 3:00. You'll live without water until then." Kim grabbed her backpack and some Snap, Crackle, and Pop bars since she missed breakfast and rushed out the door. When she reached the bus stop she saw her brother Kam, and her neighbor, Lizzie. Lizzie also went to Westley, but they didn't attend any of their classes. Even though Lizzie was in art class and Kim and Kam were in music class, they still were good friends. "I can't believe how late you are!" yelled Kam, "Do you know what time I got here?" "You got here at exactly 7:20." said Kim. "You tell me this every morning." "Well I wouldn't have to tell you if you wouldn't be late!" "It's not my fault that-" "Stop it!" yelled Lizzie, "You guys do the same thing every morning! You complain that Kim is late, and you always have some reason for being late. I don't mind you guess doing that, it just gets on your nerves when you experience the same thing every morning!" Just as Lizzie was going on like a crazy person, the bus showed up. Everyone on the bus was staring at her. Lizzie quickly covered her mouth. Matt, the bus driver, opened the door. "Now I see why you joined the drama club." said Matt. Matt was trying to be funny. "Hey! You don't have to put up with them every morning!" said Lizzie. "I have kids, I feel your pain." Madison was waving at Kim and Lizzie. Madison, next to Tamika, was Kim's only best friend in music class. Kim liked Tamika, but she couldn't talk about girly stuff with her. "Hey, Hey, Hey Kim and Lizzie!" Madison said cheerfully. Lizzie and Kim sat next to Madison in the three-seater. Kam sat next to Philly Phil in the two-seater. Matt closed the door and started the bus. Kim unzipped her bag grabbed her Snap, Crackle, and Pop bars, and ate them as fast as she could. Matt didn't mind the kids eating a couple things on the bus as long as they cleaned up after themselves. But they couldn't eat a full meal. The maximum they could have was a candy bar. "Kim, why are you eating candy bars?" asked Madison. "I woke up late, I had to feed my bunny, and I had to grab whatever I could get my hands on." explained Kim. "You're going to get hiccups you know." said Lizzie "I'd rather have the hiccups then stave." said Kim "Besides, if I get the hiccups I just swallow the water the wrong way. That always works." "By the way, why didn't you take your bike this morning, Madison?" asked Lizzie. "I've been late for school three times in a row now and this was the fastest way I could think of. Hey, where's Lil'D?" "Oh, he has the same problem I have." said Kim, "Every day he's late for the school bus, so he takes Mr. Earl's bus." "Well not today." said Lizzie. Right there, was Lil'D getting on the school bus. "Hey, Lil'D." said Matt, "It's been a while since I've seen you on this bus." "Nice to see you too, Matt. Say, is there any chance that you can wait a little bit later for me?" "Try getting ready earlier and we'll talk." Lil'D sat in the seat next to Lizzie, Madison and Kim. "Hic!" hiccupped Kim. "I told you." said Lizzie. "It's okay." said Kim, "All I need to 'hic' do is swallow water the wrong 'hic' way." Kim took her water bottle out of her paper bag. She chugged down the water. "Hey Madison, are you going to ask someone to the dance tonight?" asked Lizzie. "No." said Madison "I'm too shy. It would be easier for me to ask a unicorn to the dance." "Oh yeah! I almost forgot about the dance." said Kim. "I got this really cute purple sparkly 'hic' top, a long pink skirt with a black rose on it, and orange 'hic' sandals." "How do the orange sandals match?" asked Lizzie. "I had to get some 'hic' money by doing jobs around the house. My mom only gave me enough 'hic' money so I could only buy the skirt and shirt. I didn't have any shoes that would 'hic' match the outfit." "Oh. So what are you wearing to the dance Madison?" asked Lizzie. "Well, I have this nice purple dress." "Why do you always wear 'hic' purple, Madison?" asked Kim. "It's my favorite color. Besides, it's the same color as Mr. Unicorn's main." "Hey, you keep 'hic' asking wait everyone else is wearing, Lizzie, what are you 'hic' wearing?" asked "I think I'm going to wear my sleeveless white top, with my long yellow skirt with a white flower in my hair." "You're going to look beautiful!" exclaimed Madison. "Yeah, I guess I was saving it for the right occasion." While Madison and Lizzie were talking about the dance, Kim was still gulping down water. About five minutes later, Kim finally swallowed the wrong way, but she still had water in her mouth. She coughed the water on Lizzie's skirt, Madison's dress and left Lil'D's hat drenched! Kim was so embarrassed she tried to cover her face in her backpack. Everybody still laughed at her. The second the bus stopped, she was the first to get off. 2. Advice From Good Friends Chapter 2: Good Advice from Great Friends That day was just another normal school day. But lots of people talked about what happened. Kim was so embarrassed about that. Madison rushed to Kim's locker, still with that smile on. "Kim, are you okay?" asked Madison. "Yeah, I think so." said Kim. "It wasn't that embarrassing. I mean, it's not exactly something that would make the school newspaper." Kim grabbed her books and closed her locker. "Kim, I just want to give you some advice." said Madison "You just have to have a positive attitude in a situation like this. I mean, it's like you said it's not that embarrassing. People will probably forget about it by Monday." "Thanks. That really is great advice, Madison." said Kim "Well, it is from the princess of positivity herself." said Madison. Suddenly, Kim and Madison realized that less and less people were in the hallways. Kim looked at her watch. "Madison, it's almost 8:10! If were not on time for homeroom, you're going to get detention for being late again and I'm going to get in trouble!" What would you do if you were in this situation? Well this is what Kim and Madison did. They couldn't run to class because of the "No Running Rule". Even if they did run, a teacher might catch them and then they would be even later "Wait!" Kim cried out in inspiration, "Wasn't Lizzie one of the people who worked back stage?" "Yeah, what about it?" asked Madison. "That stage is really big, so they had to use roller skates to get around." "Yeah, it would be great if we had some of those roller skates." "That's why it's a good thing that Lizzie doesn't work backstage anymore." Kim quickly opened her locker and took out her roller skates. "After Lizzie started acting, she didn't need her roller skates any more." Kim explained, "She bought extra roller skates for Kam for our birthday." She handed Madison Kam's roller skates. "Uh, Kim, why do you have Kam's roller skates?" asked Madison "Do you think Kam would actually 'use' roller skates?" "Good point." They both put on the roller skates and Madison was ready to push Kim. "Are you sure we're allowed to roller skate into the class room?" asked Madison "Remember when we sledded into the classroom?" "Again, good point." Kim pushed Madison and she zoomed right down the hall. Kim rolled down the hall on her own. "How do you work these crazy things!" cried Madison "It's easy." said Kim, "All you have to do is watch out for the-" "Stairs!" Madison cried "Turn Madison! Turn like you've never turned on roller skates before!" "But I haven't." "Just turn!" Madison was nerves at first, since she's never been on roller skates before, but it was easy to turn. There weren't any more stairs so they didn't have anything else to worry about until. "Hey, I think our class is coming up!" exclaimed Kim. "Kim?" asked Madison. "Yeah?" "How do you stop these things?" "Uhhh, I haven't really learned how to do that yet." "What?!" Madison tried to stop, but it just made her go faster. Kim and Madison They crashed into the classroom and knocked down a bunch of books on a shelf. All of the children in the class laughed. They weren't laughing at Madison and Kim, they were laughing at the fact that it happened. Girls just don't roller skate into class and knock down a bunch of books every day. "Kim Chin and Madison Papadopoulos clean up this mess this instant!" yelled Ms. Lane. "Yes Ms. Lane." Madison and Kim replied. Kim looked at the clock. They were right on time! Kim and Madison cleaned up the mess they made and went to their seats. Kim sat next to Madison and Tamika. Madison sat next to Kim (okay, I just said that) and Li'l D. "Kim, I heard about what happened on the bus." said Tamika "Tamika, has anyone ever made fun of you?" asked Kim. "No." "Don't tell me you haven't done anything embarrassing." "Of course, everybody has." "Then how come no one made fun of you?" "I beat up the first guy who said something." "I don't really think I would handle it exactly like that." "Listen, don't tell anyone I actually gave someone advise, but just ignore them. They'll stop eventually. And besides, I don't think they weren't laughing at you, they were probably laughing at the fact that it happened." "Good morning students." said Principal Luna on the intercom. "The big dance is coming up and you know that your principal still has some, how you kids say, 'funky fresh moves' left in him. So you better be ready to get down on the dance floor and boogie till dawn! Okay, 9:00 but you know what I mean." No one was really listening. He would have might as well not have been saying anything. He's been saying the same thing all week. Later they all went to music class. Lil'D was dripping all over the place. His hat was still wet from that morning. He was kind of mad at Kim about that. He called her "Girl Twin" all morning. He only calls her that when he's angry at her. "Lil'D why is your hat soaking wet? asked Sunny. "Did it fall in the water fountain again?" "No, but ask the Girl Twin what happened?" yelled Lil'D "Oh no. When he calls you 'Girl Twin' something's got to be up." "It was nothing!" exclaimed Kim "I accidentally coughed water on his hat. It's not big deal!" "It is totally a big deal!" exclaimed Lil'D. "This is my signature hat! Without this hat, I'm just, that kid." "What's so special about that hat fool?" asked Tamika. "He found it in the middle of the street." said Madison. "He thinks it's his lucky hat since it was free." "Yeah, and you could have possibly washed off some of the luckiness!" exclaimed Lil'D. "Lil'D, don't be haten on Kim. I mean it was an accident after all." "Yeah!" said Kim. "And you should respect that his hat has sentimental value to him." "Yeah!" said Lil'D. "Well, Lil'D has to respect that I completely humiliated myself in front of everyone on that bus!" "C'mon Kim, everyone gets embarrassed once and a while." said Lil'D "You know, no one has ever really made fun of me." said Eddie. "That's because you're filthy stinking rich." said Tamika. "Yeah, or it could be the fact that daddy bought me those security guards when that big kid wanted to 'take me out'. I never understood why daddy worried about that. Why would 'taking me out' be a bad thing?" Everybody rolled their eyes. "Philly Phil, have you ever been embarrassed?" asked Madison. "I never want to be seen with my dad. People would think I'm a nerd!" Everyone kind of giggled. "The only time I've ever been embarrassed was when I got my legs got caught in the monkey bars during recess." said Madison. "How did you get your legs caught in the monkey bars?" asked Kam. "I thought it would be a good way to catch a butterfly." "I'm your brother. That's embarrassing." said Kam. "What about you Tamika?" asked Sunny. "I ain't telling." "Hey, wasn't it the time that ya'll mom made you wear that dress with the flowers on it for picture day?" asked Lil'D. Tamika punched him in the arm. "Okay, enough with the embarrassing secrets." said Sunny. "Let's play some music. And this is the perfect time for a lesson on the blues." They had their lesson on the blues, but the whole time Kim just had Lil'D on her mind. She actually did like him. She didn't want him to be mad at her. She was hoping he would ask her to the dance. It wasn't likely to happen, but it was possible. After class, she was going to ask him if he would forgive her about the hat and finally stop calling her Girl Twin, but he was talking to Madison. Kim was just close enough to hear the conversation. "Madison?" asked Lil'D "Yeah?" "You know the dance tonight?" "Yeah." "Are you going?" "Yeah." "Are you going with anyone?" "No." "Well, do you want to go with me?" Kim's mouth dropped. "Oh, you mean as friends?" "No, Madison, I mean like, um, on a date." Kim's mouth dropped down even further. Madison turned pink and her hair started to frizz. "Well, um, wow, I mean, um, okay." Kim's mouth dropped down to the floor. 3. The Dance Chapter 3: The Dance Seven Hours Later Kim and Kam's mom drove Kim, Kam, and Lizzie to the dance. As they walked out of the car, they saw all of the children dressed up like they were at a celebrity's birthday party. When they got in the school, there were decorations all over the hallways. There was one sign that said "Welcome to the party". As they went further, there was another sign that said "Wait, I changed my mind! Thou shall not pass!" Another one said "Don't go in! It's a madhouse!" When they finally got to the door to the gym, the sign said "We hope you enjoy the party/madhouse." When they opened the door to the gym, the music was so loud that the guy with the teddy bear in space was yelling "Keep it down over there!" They saw all of their friends who were nicely dressed Lil'D normally wasn't formal, but he wanted to look nice for Madison, so he wore his tux he wore for the black and white ball, but not with the mustache and the tiny hat. He also wore his hat that he only wears it on special occasions (like when Sunny was in concert in Japan). Tamika wore the same black and white dress she wore to the black and white ball (I mean, what other dress does she have). Eddie also wore a tux, but with Lil'D's tiny hat since he wasn't wearing it. Philly Phil didn't have a tux, but he wanted to be formal, so he painted one of his jumpsuit black. Kam also wore a tux (just so you know, not every guy at the dance wore a tux. Just these guys because they wanted to look nice for some reason) but with a big hat. Kind of like the one that Abraham Lincoln wore. I already mentioned what Kim and Lizzie wore in the first chapter, but I'll describe what they wore anyway. Kim's sparkles on her shirt sparkled like a disco ball. Lizzie's outfit was covered with bright colors. If you looked at her right now you'd probably think of a sunny day. "Hey guys!" Kim, Kam, and Lizzie said at the same time. "Hi." Every one said. You couldn't really hear Philly Phil since his face was stuffed with cookies and chips Minutes later, Madison showed up. Her dress looked like a purple, long-sleeved version of Cinderella's dress with flowers on the bottom. "Hi." Madison said to Lil'D "Hi." said Lil'D It was the way she they both said "hi" that really bugged Kim. "Jes, let's, how you kids say, boogie till dawn!" said Principal (or for the night 'DJ') Luna. Everyone, how principal Luna said "got on the dance floor" and danced like crazy to the song "Every Time We Touch". Kim kept looking at Lil'D and Madison the whole time. Lizzie was starting to worry about all of this. "Are you jealous about Lil'D and Madison?" asked Lizzie "Me, jealous? Why do you ask?" "Because I haven't seen someone's face that red since my aunt Petunia gave birth to my cousin Stephanie." "Okay, so I'm a little jealous. You would be too if your best friend went out with the guy you like." "I would be, if she knew I liked him. Kim, you know that Madison didn't know you liked him! She would feel the exact same way if Lil'D asked you out and said yes." Kim looked like she was going to say something, but she didn't. "Yeah you have the right to be jealous, yeah you have the right to be upset, but you can't be mad at or blame Madison, your best friend, on this." Kim's face wasn't red any more, it was pale. Every word out of Lizzie's mouth was 100 true. "I'll be right back." said Kim. Kim looked for Madison everywhere to apologize. _How could I do that to Madison?_ she thought. She saw Madison go to the bathroom. She walked in and saw Madison fixing her makeup. "Hey, Madison." said Kim. "Oh, hey Kim." "Are you having fun?" "Yeah, Lil'D's a really a good dancer. He does tend to show off sometimes though." "You really like him, don't you?" "If I didn't, I would be in this dress. I mean, people don't really define me as smart, but he really doesn't care. Don't you think that's special?" Kim grinned. "Defiantly. You defiantly deserve him." "Yeah." "I hope you have a great time the rest of the dance." "Okay" As Kim walked out, she realized something: she needed to face the fact that Lil'D liked Madison. She could have lost a friend over a boy! She rushed back to the gym to apologize for the hat thing. At least Lil'D could still be her friend. She saw Lil'D going into the storage room. If she knew him, he was going to pull a prank to make the dance more, "interesting" as Lil'D put it. She opened the door. It was dark. She didn't want to turn the lights on because she didn't want to attract attention and get her and Lil'D in trouble. The door slammed shut but the music was so loud no one could hear it. "Lil'D, I-" Before Kim could finish her sentence, Lil'D kissed her! Kim enjoyed this but at the same time wanted to hit him like Tamika did. She quickly turned the lights on. Once Lil'D had realized what he had done, he quickly pushed Kim away and they both screamed. 4. An Awkward Moment Chapter 4: Occward Moment Sorry the update took so long. What do you get when you have school, drama class, Sunday school, tests, homework, and writers block? People who have had you on their story alert list for about two months on their hands and knees screaming to their computer "Why are you doing this to me?!" Anyway, hope you like it. Sorry it's so short. They quickly covered each others mouths so people wouldn't hear them scream and turned the lights off so no one would come in. "Why did you do that?!" asked Kim. "Well, um, I was, with the place and the…what are you doing here?" "I saw you and I wanted to apologize about your hat so you would stop calling me Girl Twin. Now I ask you again, why did you kiss me when you're here with Madison!" "It wasn't on purpose! I thought you were, um, someone else." "You wanted to kiss Madison, didn't you?" "Are you nuts?!" "Did you?" "Yes." There was a long pause. Kim took a deep breath. She had to face the fact that Lil'D did not like her in that way. "I'm sorry, Lil'D. I know it was an accident and I'm sorry for the kiss, and the hat." Kim opened the door gently. "I'm sorry too, Kim." said Lil'D Kim showed a tiny grin on her face. Kim sat on the bleachers in the back of the gym. She saw Madison coming back into the gym. If Lil'D kisses her she's going to make him hurt him so bad, she's going to make Tamika jealous. She didn't want to dance because she was afraid she was going to bump into Madison and Lil'D. Her heart had never been broken like that before. "Kim!" cried Lizzie. "See that guy over there? He winked at me! Can you believe it?" "That's great, Liz. I'm glad you have someone who likes you." "How's it going with the Lil'D thing?" "It was, uhhh…" "Kim! You didn't do something to Lil'D and Madison did you!" Good old Lizzie, she knew just what Kim had on her mind, and she didn't really have to say anything! "No, I didn't do anything to Madison or Lil'D." "Then what's the problem? Did Lil'D say something?" "No. Have you seen Madison?" "Yeah, I think I saw her going in to the storage room a couple minutes ago." "Did you see her come out?" "Well, I wasn't really watching since that guy winked at me." "You think she might be upset about something?" Lizzie stared at Kim for minute. "Madison, upset about ANYTHING?" "Yeah, well, I'll just see what she's doing." She walked slowly to the door, nervous on what she might find inside. Could Lil'D still be in there? What if they were making out? What would she possibly do in that occward situation? She looked up at the door, making her blood ice cold with nervousness. She quietly knocked at the door, not wanting to make her previous mistake. Inside she heard the tiniest whimper you've ever heard, kind of like a sick puppy. She slowly opened the door and inside was Madison. She sat down in a corner with her dress puffed out around her making her look like she as sitting down in a giant purple cupcake. "Madison?" asked Kim "Do you want to be alone?" Madison sniffed and whipped away a tear that Kim never thought she would see. "No, I could use someone to talk to." Kim sat next to Madison on a soccer ball. "What happened?" "I thought Lil'D was going to kiss me tonight, but I came in here and he was talking to me like he didn't even like me!" Kim felt a knot in her stomach. "I don't really care that much that he didn't kiss me, it just bugs me that he won't even dance with me." Kim wanted to puke. Lil'D now looked like the bad person, but he didn't want to hurt Madison's feelings. To bad he ended up doing exactly what he didn't want to do. "I just wish 'sniff' he'd talk to me." " Madison, you're his date. I'm sure he must have had a good reason for this. Maybe he was just nervous about kissing you." "But that doesn't explain why he's not talking to me." "I don't have all the answers! Look, maybe he's nervous. You're a great girl Madison, why wouldn't he be nervous?" "Did you get this from Lizzie, cause that totally sounds like something Lizzie would say." "I know right!" "Okay students," said DJ Luna "this is the last dance so dance like there's no tomorrow." "C'mon, it's the last dance, let's have some fun and go home." Said Kim. "Fine." They walked out of the storage room and danced with Lizzie. Kim could tell that Madison was looking for Lil'D while dancing, but Kim couldn't see him either. The lights came on and the kids went outside. It was dark and the only thing that lit the sky was the street lights and the moon. Lizzie, Kim, and Kam got in to the car and started to drive home. "So how was the dance?" asked Mrs. Chin. "It was, interesting." replied Kim. When they dropped Lizzie off and Kim and Kam got home, Kim went straight up to her room. "This is all your fault!" she yelled to Ruby. "If you hadn't been such a drama bunny and acted like you were about to die from starvation, then I wouldn't have missed breakfast, and I wouldn't have spit on Lil'D's hat, and Lil'D wouldn't have-" Before Kim could finish, she noticed that Ruby was lying in the middle of the cage with her tongue sticking out. She forgot to fill up the water bottle. Again. She went downstairs and got some fresh, cold, water for Ruby. Ruby was gulping down her water like she did her breakfast. "You're lucky you're cute." Kim said with annoyance. 5. I'm Back! I'm Back! As you read from the title, I'm coming back to my Class of 3000 story! As you could tell, I re-named the story from "Does He Love Me or Her?" to "Love Triangle" because 1. It's shorter and simpler, and 2 It fits more with the story. So I temporarily quit my Digimon story, "A New Adventure", because it took Soooooooooooo long! I finished the chapters, but then I read it again and well… I realized I had to change some things. Stuff like "This makes no sense!" or "The story would spice up more if this character died!" (Don't worry, it's not a sad story, he comes back to life. Whoops! Did I just reveal a spoiler? Oh well, it's not like your going to read it. If you are, don't worry, it's not that big a spoiler) Now that the new popularity count came in, WOW! My story was not popular. I didn't care about the popularity, but I had so many other people cheering me on for this story than the other one, that I just decided to go back to this one. So I'd just like to say thanks to SilverWolfLaquz, Animus Of Lacuna, Captain Deadpool, Surfer Girl Forevuh, Mr. Average, and Flama09, for all the support and bringing this story back! And from now on, I promise, no more spoilers. Philly Phil's going to (I knock myself out with a toaster) 6. Westly Side Story Chapter 5: A Westly Side Story Yep, it's finaly out! If something happens in the story that makes no sense, it's because i had to upload it today. Why today you ask? It's the 2 year aniversery of when Class of 3000 came out! I rembered because it was the day before I got my braces (There off now). I was typing like crazy and I literally got this in at 11:59! So thanks 4 being patient! Have you ever gotten that feeling when you're in your school's hallways in the middle of class or when school is out, and absolutely everything is quiet? Where the only sounds are your quiet echoing footsteps and the almost silent sound of the classes you pass by in session? Have you ever enjoyed that? Well than don't EVER go to Westley School of the Performing Arts! There are explosions in the science hall, stomping feet and blasting radio music in the dance hall, lots of screaming and crying in the drama hall, and the circus tent doesn't even have to be explained (it's a wonder Principal Luna only lost his hearing _once_). And then there's the music hall. Oh, the music hall. With not only its instruments, but gorillas, people randomly crashing through walls, and peanut oil explosions, it's probably the second noisiest hall in the entire school, next to the circus tent (again, doesn't have to be explained). But today, Sunny Bridges was going to do something different with his students. He wasn't going to fight villains (unless Lil'D got into trouble again), use magic chalk, or see hobbits. There not even going to use instruments! No, today there were going to see a musical! No, not on Broadway (well, he was going to but the school has low budgets and the school is constantly damaged) but just your regular movie in class. The classic drama of _West Side Story_. The seven students came into class that morning more sluggish than usual. It was just another usual Monday. Lil'D and Kim were still kind of distant from each other, even more so than last week. _Don't tell me they're still going at it._ Sunny thought_ She just got his hat a little wet; it's nothing to hold a grudge over!_ Well, Sunny was going to solve this fight today. He was sure of it. "Okay, young people!" Sunny said at his desk with his hands behind his head and his straw hat down, "Today we are going to continue where we left off on the brilliant modern_ Romeo and Juliet_ in music that is_ West Side Story_!" "I thought Principal Luna wouldn't let us watch the rest because of the violence in the gang fighting scene." said Philly Phil. "I convinced him. And besides we know that wasn't the only reason." He said, glaring at Eddie. The entire class did so as well. "What?" Eddie asked. "You know exactly what you did!" yelled Tamika. "I have no clue what you're talking about." "Shall we have a short flashback?" asked Kim "Sure, you can watch that while I set up the projection screen." said Sunny. Short Flashback (A/N if you've never seen West Side Story, you won't get the joke) "Tamika! Tamika! Tamika! Say it loud and there's music playing! Say it soft and it's almost like praying!" Eddie sang in a golden jacket on a crate in front of the entire school. "Boy! You gonna be prayin' for _mercy_ when I get over there!" End Flashback "I swear, I thought we were going to going to see a live performance of the fight scene between you two!" said Kam "I thought it was sweet." said Madison. "IT MADE ME SICK!" yelled Tamika. "I was going to make him dead like Re-" "NO!" everyone yelled. "What?" she asked "You were about to spoil the movie for us!" yelled Lil'D. "Well it ain't my fault I seen it three times." "Well that doesn't mean your have to tell us the ending!" yelled Kam. "It don't happen in the end. It happens in the figh-" "STOP!" "Okay, I've got the DVD ready so let's get this playing while we can!" said Sunny. The kids immediately dropped there conversation and ran into there seats. "I'll turn off the lights!" cried Philly Phil, "I'll do it with my new invention-" "Please don't tell us you re-invented the clapper." said Kam. "No way! I would never plagiarize someone else's brilliant work! Unless you count the time I tried to recreate Benjamin Franklin's famous kite experiment in a thunder storm, but I just did that for fun." "You got electrocuted because you forgot the key!" said Lil'D. "I said I did it for fun, I didn't say it was pleasurable." Philly Phil pulled out a machine from under his chair that looked almost like a lawnmower without a handle, only with more pumps (God only knows how he got that to school unnoticed). "Why can't you just flip the switch like normal people?" asked Kim. "Because this is more fun." "That's what you said about the kite experiment." "This doesn't involve 5000 volts!" "Philly Phil wait, how much electricity does that use?" Sunny asked. "It's a lawnmower that plugs in, how the heck should I know?" "I don't think you should plug that in Philly Phil!" Sunny protested. "Okay, here it goes!" he said, about to plug it in "Wait stop!" Philly Phil slammed the plug into the socket and the motor lawnmower began to run like a chainsaw. Shortly after, the lights when out not just in the room, but in the hallways. The music that came out of the dance room that usually filled the halls ceased and there were even louder screams from the Drama Hall. "Yes! It works!" Philly Phil yelled, punching one fist in the air. "Your stupid invention didn't do nothin' but blow a fuse!" yelled Tamika. "How are we going to watch the movie now?" asked Eddie. "Well, someone is going to have to go down to the basement and put in a new battery. How about Lil'D and Kim." "WHAT?!" Kim and Lil'D exclaimed simultaneously. "It's either that or you buy _West Side Story _on DVD and watch it at home. Your choice." Kim and Lil'D looked at each other. They both knew what Sunny was trying to do. He thought they were still fighting, so he was going to keep them together and let them talk by sending them to the basement together. If only he knew… "Fine." They said. Kim and Lil'D knew they couldn't argue with Sunny. At least not without him and the whole class finding out what happened at the dance. Sunny tossed them a flashlight and they walked towards the door. As they walked out they heard Eddie ask: "So did you _know_ that your lawn mower would blow a fuse?" "Of course!" he replied with a snort "It wanted to see how a lawnmower would work with electricity instead of gasoline." "Why?" "Why not?" The halls ere more crowded than ever as Kim and Lil'D walked through the dark halls. Principal Luna was standing on top of the same crate as Eddie was the week before. "Please, please, calm down students and faculty. I'm sure we can solve this problem and get the lights back on in no time." It got darker as Lil'D and Kim were walking down the windowless stairway. It felt like a cave as they walked down each step with there flashlight. It would seriously be great for a haunted house. "So where do you think the fuse box is?" Kim asked. "It's probably at the bottom of the stairs. Let's keep going." "Where do you think the janitor is? Maybe he could show us where the fuse box is." "Is probably already there." "Oh…" With out warning, Kim stopped in her tracks, and without warning she asked "Does Madison know?" Lil'D stopped and looked back at Kim. "What?" "You know, the dance?" "Of course she doesn't know! Are you insane? If I told her can you imagine how she would react? Say goodbye to her happy smiley attitude." "But it hurts her if we don't tell her either, right?" "Hey, you know what they say, what she doesn't know won't hurt her." "How could you be so inconsiderate of other peoples feelings?!" "What are you saying? You _want_ to tell her what happened? You _want_ me to say that I cheated on her with her best friend and break her heart?!" "How can you cheat on her if you never dated?" "We're-" Lil'D paused. He looked away from Kim and said "I was her date to the dance." There was a long pause. Silence in the darkness for a while. What were they going to do? If they didn't tell Madison it would either eat at them for the rest of there lives or she would find out eventually. And it was obvious that telling her was out of the question. Neither of them wanted to hurt Madison like that. "Its okay between us though, right?" Kim asked. "What?" "We both know nothing happened. It was just an accident, wasn't it?" "Yeah, defiantly." "So if she finds out one day, like ten years from now, we'll just tell her it's an accident and we'll just tell the truth, right?" "Yeah, I guess." Another pause. "Kim?" "Yeah?" "Like you said, it was an accident. Nothing changes between us." "Yeah, totally." Just then, the lights turned back on in the stairway. "I guess the janitor got to it after all." Lil'D said turning off his flashlight. "Yeah, let's go back upstairs and watch the movie." "Yes! I've been waiting all week for the fight scene!" Lil'D ran up the stairs two at a time as Kim went slowly one at a time. _Nothing happened. _Kim thought._ Nothing happened at all and _w_e'll deal with it later, like ten years. But, what are we going to do now?_ End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	35,212	13,788.1
null	Class of 3000 1. Chapter 1 I Think… I'm in Love… Chapter 1 I looked at the new school I was supposed to be going to. Westley School for Performing Arts sounded like something I use to know. I looked up nervously at my big brother, Josh. He just smiled down at me, grabbed my hand, and said in a soothing voice, "You'll be fine." I nodded as he led me inside the school. We walked into the principal's office and sat down. We waited for five minutes and then the principal came in. He looked Mexican and had a long mustache. He smiled at me and asked, "You're Patience Williams, correct?" "Yes sir," I said as I looked down at my knees. "You don't have to be shy. I'm Principle Luna. Now, you said you wanted to be in a music class, correct?" I nodded. "What instruments do you play, again?" He asked. "I play piano, saxophone, guitar, flute, and bass guitar," I replied. "Well Mr. Lambargo I think Sunny Bridges will be a suitable teacher for your sister," Principle Luna said, turning to Josh. "Do you want to see how the class works?" he asked. "Of course," Josh said politely. "Will you two me come with me, then?" Josh and I nodded and followed Principal Luna to a class room. He opened the door and stepped in. "Hold up, hold up," I heard a male voice with an accent say from inside the room. "Mr. Bridges, you might have a new student coming in your class, if she and her brother say yes to this school, that is" Principal Luna said. "Is she here now?" asked the male voice, who must have been Mr. Bridges. "Yes. Please come in Miss Williams," He said as he stepped aside. I gulped, and Josh pushed me into the room. I looked at the eight pairs of eyes staring at me, making me feel more nervous. But one of the four boys caught my eye. He was holding a bass and was taller than me; in fact, he was taller then the bass itself. He was skinny, and had curly red hair with a purple sweat band around his forehead, goggles around his face as if they were his glasses, and a yellow jumpsuit. I could see the straps of a backpack on his shoulders and cowboy boots on his feet. "Mr. Bridges, class, I would like you to meet Miss Patience Williams." I looked down at my feet and mumbled a hello. "Yes. Please come in Miss Williams" Principle Luna said as he stepped aside. A girl, probably my age, was pushed into the room. I felt my stomach do somersaults while she was looking around the room. Her dark brown hair was five inches past her shoulders and parted to the left. She wore completely black clothing, except for her shirt, which had a red broken heart on it that said "I have more than broken dreams" in red letters, and her skirt plaid. She wore leather boots and black biking gloves, and around her neck was a choker that had a broken heart as well. Her brown eyes were hidden behind black-framed glasses making her eyes shine nicely. "Mr. Bridges, class, I would like you to meet Miss Patience Williams." Patience looked down at her feet and mumbled a hello. I kept on staring at her. She looked at me from the corner of her eye, making me blush and look away. I felt someone still looking at me. I glanced out the corner of my eye to see the red-haired boy looking at me. He blushed and looked away. "Miss Williams," Principle Luna said, making me look up. "This will be your teacher if you were to join our school," He moved his hand to an African American man. He was really tall, with a mustache and beard on the tip of his chin and he wore a straw hat on the top of his head. "Hi there, Patience, I'm Sunny Bridges. It's nice to meet you," he said as he stuck out his hand. "It's nice to meet you too Mr. Bridges," I replied politely as I took his hand and shook it. "Call me Sunny," he said, and he turned to the rest of the class. "Alright now, please introduce your selves…" "While they do that, can you come to the hall to talk to Mr. Lambargo?" Principle Luna asked Sunny. "Patience's brother? Sure thing." Sunny stepped out into the hall and I was left alone with a bunch of people I didn't know. I rubbed my arm while an African American boy came up to me. "You seem cool, I'm Lil' D. I'm the leader of this group," he said. I cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I'd never guess, since you look like the youngest here," I slapped my hands over my mouth. "Sorry, that came out wrong," I said quickly. "It's alright," Lil' D said with a grin. An Asian girl came up and looked me over. "You seem to be a punk girl. I'm Kim." "I'm Kim's twin brother, Kam. It's a pleasure to meet you," said a boy that looked like Kim. I gave them a smile, "I don't think I've met any twins before; it's nice to meet you both," "I'm Madison. I'll be so HAPPY if you decide to join our school," said a blonde girl in a high-pitched voice. "Thanks… I think" I said, scratching the back of my neck. "I'm Tamika. You seem cool. Do you do any sports?" asked an African American girl. "Yeah, I do a lot of martial arts… why?" "You look really strong, that's why," Tamika replied. "I'm Eddie. What instrument do you play?" asked a blonde hair boy. "I play all sorts of instruments; my faves are the saxophone and flute," I replied. "That's interesting," said the red-haired boy as he came up to me. "I'm Philly Phil; it's nice to meet you," He stuck out his hand. I gave him a small smile and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you too, all of you," "Hey, Patience." I turned to Lil' D. "Yes?" "Do you want to hear a song or something?" he asked. "Oh, sure," I said with a smile. Lil' D grinned and ran to the drum-set. He started to play something I didn't recognize. Then the grown-ups came in. "So… what do you think, bro?" I asked. "I think this will be a nice school for you," Josh replied with a soft smile. I grinned and got up. "So... Talking about the stuff I need for school?" "I'm afraid so," Josh said. "Aw," I whined as we left. 2. Chapter 2 I Think… I'm in Love… Chapter 2 To love again To love again To love again To love again To love again Drowning in tears that wont be me I will soon be free from the chains of all this pain inside And though I cry it wont be long till I regain the strength to know I can go on I will find my way through the heart break I will not give up on love I believe I will learn to love again I will learn to trust Once this heart can start to mend I will learn to Learn to love again. I looked at my alarm clock and sighed. '_New school… Yay… NOT_!' I thought to my self as I got out of bed. I turned off my alarm clock and went to get dressed. I grabbed my usual outfit and put it on, but not the jacket, not yet. I looked at the cuts I had on my arms. They were all pink since they were now scares, but I wondered how I got them. I put on the jacket and looked around my room. It was a nice big room, with my guitar and other instruments in it, and an easel in a corner with a lot of paintings I did when I was younger. I sighed and went to the vanity I had on one side of the room. I sat down on the blue-cushioned stool and started brushing my hair. I noticed a picture on the mirror. I took it down and looked at it. It was a picture of me and a boy. I was wearing a different outfit from what I usually wore: a black off-shoulders skirt with a rose in the middle, black jeans, and black high tops. I had goggles around my neck and black elbow-length gloves, my hair in a high ponytail and black eye shadow on my eye lids. The boy next to me looked like me if I were a boy. He had messy dark brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with a red long-sleeve shirt under it, blue jeans, and black sneakers. He had his arm around my shoulders and I was leaning on him. I sighed, wishing I could remember who he was. I grabbed my backpack and my flute case and went down stairs. "Kannichi wa nii-sama," I said as I popped my head into the kitchen. Josh looked up from his newspaper and smiled at me. "You still remember Japanese?" "A little bit," I said with a grin. I sat down and took an apple and banana. "That's all you're going to eat?" he asked. "I'm not that hungry," I replied as I started to eat the apple. He sighed and went back to reading the newspaper. I finished the last of the apple and ate the banana next. When I was done I grabbed my stuff and kissed Josh on the cheek. "See you later nii-sama," I called as I ran to the garage. I put my flute case on the back of my bike and tied it up with a bungee cord. I put my backpack on and got on my bike. As I rode to school I saw Philly Phil walk out of a house five blocks away from my house. I grinned and rode faster. "HEY! PHILLY PHIL!" I called as I rode up next to him. He jumped and turned as I started to slow down. "Sorry, did I scare you?" I asked. "A little… I'm not used to being yelled at," he grinned at me. I smiled back as I paddled beside him. She smiled back at me making my stomach do somersaults again. Why do I get this feeling when I'm around her? '_Could I possibly be… in love with her_?' I asked myself as she looked down at her feet. I looked down at my feet, wondering what to say. My mouth felt dry and my heart was beating a hundred miles pure hour. '_What's wrong with me_?' I asked as we kept quiet. '_Why am I feeling this way towards Philly Phil…? I think… I'm in love with him…_' I shook my head. '_Don't be silly Pashe, you can't be in love with him yet… you only met him last week,_' I rode next to him, trying my best not to blush at the thought of being his girlfriend. I finally got my voice back and asked, "Do you play any other instruments besides upright bass?" I asked. He looked over and stared at me for a second before saying, "I also play bass guitar." I smiled "I do, too." "Really?" he asked. "Yup! Forget why I started to do bass… but it was fun learning how to play it," I said as we came into the school yard. "That's cool," he said. I grinned and went off to put my bike in the rack. Then I walked into school and went looking for my first class, which was music. As I walked I noticed boys looking at me in a weird way, as if they thought I was cute. I shuddered at the thought and kept walking. I noticed a boy following me. He was probably older than me with black hair and eyes. I walked faster, and he did the same. After a while, I finally stopped and turned to him. "What do you want?" I snapped. He jumped and fell backwards in surprise, and looked up at me. Blushing slightly, he said, "Nothing. Just wanted to see if you were the new girl," "What if I am?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, you'll need to learn the ground rules around here. Second thing… you're really cute, and I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend." "Sorry, but no," I said as I turned around, and continued to class. Someone grabbed my wrist and slammed me into a locker. I look up to see the black-haired boy. "Be my girlfriend, we'll have a lot of fun together," a smirk played across his lips. Tears watered in my eyes as I tried to get out of his grip. "Let her go Blake!" Philly Phil's voice shouted from down the hall. I let out a sigh of relief as Philly Phil came up and pushed the boy off of me. "What is she, your girlfriend?" Blake asked, making the blood rush to my cheeks. "No, she's just my friend. Besides, I doubt she would want to go out with you." Philly Phil then took my hand and led me away. I was about to look back when he whispered, "Don't look back." I nodded and continued to looked ahead. When we were close to the music room I smiled up at "Thanks for getting me out of that jam. Um you can let go of my hand now," I giggled as he looked down at our hands and took his away quickly, turning a bright red. When we were close to the music room, Patience smiled up at me and said "Thanks for getting me out of that jam. Um you can let go of my hand now," I looked down; I was still holding her hand, which was very embarrassing. I quickly took my hand away making her giggle. I felt my face go a bright red as we continued to class wishing that the holding hands moment could have lasted a little longer. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She was looking at her feet, thinking about something. I looked down at my feet thinking about what my brother would do if he found out about this. He would kill Philly Phil... or maybe not. I smiled as we came into the class room. Everyone in the room looked up. "Hey Patience, wondered when you where going to come," Lil' D said pointing a drum-stick at me. "Sorry. Nii-sama thought it would be better to go in a week after visiting the school," I shrugged. "Don't know why, though." I grinned. "He's weird that way." "Who's nii-sama?" Lil' D asked in confusion. "Nii-sama means big brother in Japanese," I explained. "So… why are you calling him nii-sama when you're not Japanese?" Lil' D asked. I shrugged. "It's a habit, forget how it started…" Sunny came into the room and smiled at all of us. "Alright now, we need to start class off by tearing down the walls of convention with the raking ball of creativity, to see how Patience plays," he said "So, you want me to be creative in music?" I asked. "Exactly," Sunny said. "What instrument do you want to play?" "I'll play my flute." I took out the parts of my flute and put it together. I thought of a song, then started to play, _I will Learn to Love Again_. "Now, how dose that make you fell," Sunny asked after I finished playing the chorus. "Like my heart's been crushed into a million pieces," I mumbled. "Alright… but don't just tell me; show me." I nodded and played again. I felt like crying as I played, but I held back my tears and kept going. When I stopped, I looked down at my feet, a little embarrassed. "That was good, Patience." Sunny looked at me closely. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said, giving a soft smile. Sunny studied me for a minute before shrugging. "Alright, if you're sure." He turned to the rest of the class. A small tear from my eye, but whipped it away quickly. "Alright, here's the warm-up for today," Sunny said. End file.	Class of 3000, Romance	Fanfiction	null	14,091	13,190.9
null	Class of 3000 1. Duke Lawrence's Madness Aw man, it's been so long since I posted anything. Blame school and a busy home life, and a general lack of creative juices. Remember, I am 16 and trying to get into UoT. Anyways, this story will contain seven smaller stories, one for each of the seven deadly sins, in the order from what is considered the least severe to the most, starting with Lust and ending with Pride. There will be no dialogue unless I feel it is needed. These stories also take place in different universes from each other and the actual series. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Class of 3000. If I did, then I would be the happiest girl in the world and it would still be airing new episodes. * * * ><p>"Now, shall we dance?"<p> * * * ><p>The duchy of Atlanta was a normal duchy in every sense of the word, ruled by a duke and such. Atlanta was neither rich or poor, nor did it have anything really of note.<p> Except for one of its leaders. Duke Edward Phillip James Lawrence III had ascended to the throne at a young age, barely in his teens. He was now a young man of eighteen, the same age his father was when he took the throne. So now, his age was not unusual. Rather, it was one of his personality traits. The young blonde sat upon his throne, which was once a vivid gold, now dulled slightly from sheer age. Edward, better known by his nickname of Eddie, had always been unusual for royalty, in that he opted to forgo the typical silk and furs for a plain red top and brown pants, and that he insisted that people simply call him Eddie, no fancy title at all, and not to use his full name. However, many citizens did not know that the prince was rather… promiscuous, to say the least. You see, young Eddie already had many possible choices for a wife- or a husband- living in his castle at his young age. It was unknown exactly how many people he had, but it was known that he kept his favourites close to his throne at all times. Eddie checked a clock. With a snap of his fingers, he dismissed his favourite lovers and went down to the library. * * * ><p>A somewhat tall woman with blonde hair and a purple dress was waiting down there, waiting for him. Her name was Madison, a local villager that he had been seeing for a few weeks now.<p> Now, it was time for her to see him. Madison smiled as the doors swung open to reveal Eddie. She noted, she was actually slightly taller than him The duke smiled back, a smile so sweet, you could have sworn it was the genuine article. Lavender scent flowed into the room from an unknown source. Eyes met, as Madison wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. He stroked her hair slightly. Their lips met, and the smell of lavender intensified. When their lips parted, Madison's eyes seemed to be a touch cloudy, but to the average person, would appear normal. Eddie produced a collar lined with silk, with a single lavender flower attached to it. The collar was for her, and the silk indicated that she would be one of his favourites. * * * ><p>Eddie returned to his throne soon after, his favourites gathering by him not too long after. He was an equal-opportunity flirt, if his choice of favourites was any indicator.<p> By his feet was a tall, redheaded boy with what appeared to be a pair of goggles on his face, a silk collar with a sunflower attached to it clamped around his neck. A short, darker-skinned boy hung around near the left of his throne, a silk collar also around his neck, a small rose attached to it. On the other side of his throne was a dark-skinned girl, her hair tied back into a bun, notably missing a collar. And the most recent addition was Madison, silk collar with its lavender flower and all, hanging around by his feet. Tamika had known Eddie for quite some time. They were childhood friends, in fact. She wondered, how long would this go on? * * * ><p>The prince was now out and about the capital town. He stopped at his favourite cafe every time to chat with the local people.<p> People thought the prince was taking steps to humanize the throne. He interacted with the people and even cracked jokes, unlike many of the dukes before him, who ruled above as faceless, impersonal beings, above the common man. Not once, did they expect lust to be the reason why. Eddie was talking to three people in the cafe, when in the back, he saw a thin boy with black hair and a red top. They locked eyes. Kam stood up and left just seconds after he looked Eddie in the eye. Eddie swore it looked like the black-haired youth saw his true self. When one of the people voiced her concern, he dismissed it as nothing and began to talk normally again. * * * ><p>In a part of the castle grounds that the public never saw, a bonfire was taking place. Smoke drifted through the sky, far for the eyes of the public.<p> Eddie oversaw the bonfire. He had ordered the old portraits of himself to be burned until they were nothing but ash. He had ordered that everything of the person he used to be be burned, and the portraits were the last to go. Tamika went with him to oversee the burning, for some reason she didn't really understand. Eddie knew she loved the smell of smoke, and she also loved the smell of tulips. As his past burned down, their lips met. The combined scent of smoke and tulip assailed Tamika's nostrils as the duke worked his magic on her. When their lips parted, Tamika's eyes were slightly cloudy. Both had small, soft smiles on their faces. And for once, Eddie's was genuine. When they returned after the final portrait had become naught but ash, Tamika took her usual position near the throne… But with a smile on her face. She had also added a silk collar with charcoal and a tulip attached to it to her wardrobe. * * * ><p>Alas, the duke's lust was something that could never be subdued. He now had his eyes on obtaining another member for his harem, and found the girl that could quite possibly be the next one.<p> She was a small, thin girl, slightly younger than he, with black hair with two strands down the side and soft eyes. Eddie knew he had to prepare his magic for the time he would cast the spell on her, and what her favourite scent was, as that was the key to the spell's success. When they had learned more about each other, Eddie brought up the question to Kim. She giggled, saying that he would learn that night. She told him that she would wait just outside the castle grounds. He told her that he would be there. * * * ><p>The full moon illuminated the world that night, as Kim walked up to the castle grounds, staring at the tower that held the duke's quarters.<p> Eddie appeared at the window, and instantly rushed down to see her. She walk dupe to him as he slowed his pace to a walk. Their eyes met, and Eddie stroke the two long strands of hair that hung down. He noted that Kim was holding one hand behind her back, but he shrugged off the idea as nothing more than a silly thought. He wraps one arm around her shoulder, and a second around her waist. Kim's free arm stays by her side, but when she sees Eddie close his eyes, she starts to move the arm behind her back. * * * ><p>Suddenly, a sharp pain surges from Eddie's chest. His eyes shoot open as Kim pulls away from him, reaching at her hair. Blood dyes Eddie's shirt more red than it already is.<p> His shock grows as he sees a bloodied knife in one of Kim's hands. He realizes, she has stabbed him. Just when he thinks he cannot be more shocked, a wig hits the ground. Kam speaks up, a calm, yet eerily unnerving (to Eddie) smile on his face. "I came to find my lost love. I found that she was here, in the duke's castle. I disguised myself as a woman to get close to the devil himself, then stab him in the back when he lets his guard down." Eddie cannot make a coherent response for this as he falls to his knees and arms. He realizes that the blade was poisoned. Blood drips to the floor. He realizes that he will not last for much longer, and that his spell is becoming undone as he dies. Kam watches as women and men alike, Eddie's hold on them broken, break free and run, run away, as far as they can from this place. He does not recognize many of them that run by him at first. He does recognize a pair of men, one short and dark and the other tall and red-haired, as they run by him. They are two of his fellow town-dwellers who suddenly vanished one day. His heart lightens when he sees Madison, the woman of his dreams, run by him, Eddie's hold on her broken. He will have to fill her in on what has been happening later on. Kam does not recognize Tamika as she runs by, and opts to leave himself, and leave Eddie to die. Tamika does not see Kam and stops by Eddie. * * * ><p>With his last bit of strength, Eddie looks at her, and recognizing her appearance, struggles to choke out something resembling words. He cannot get sound to come out of his mouth.<p> Tamika's response to Eddie's dying words is to walk away, but before she leaves his sight, she turns around to look at him one more time, and says a few words. "This wasn't our time." She walks out the door into the moonlit night. Eddie, now fully collapsed onto the floor, uses his last bit of strength to kept his head up and reach out a hand. In his final moments, he is allowed to speak. "Wait…! I haven't… told you… I love you… yet…." The blonde head collapses. Edward Phillip James Lawrence III is dead, a victim of his own lust. * * * ><p>When Eddie's heart gives its final beat, a second man walks out of the shadows.<p> He is the spitting image of Eddie, aside from the lack of a sweater over his shoulders. He is the devil, in the form that he appeared to Eddie on that fateful day that changed the duke forever. He walks over to the deceased man, and bends down, making a sort of disappointed sound when he realizes that Eddie is dead. Eddie's doppelganger reaches and takes Eddie's sweater, slightly bloody in the back, and places it over his own shoulders. However, before he puts it on his shoulders, he gives it a small kiss. "Lust has claimed a victim. Six more remain." * * * ><p><strong>And there you have it. Eddie, the first sinner, has been killed. His own Lust killed him in the end, in the form of a crossdressing Kam stabbing him in the back with a poisoned knife.<strong> Since I am doing these sins in order of what is considered the least severe to the most, the next up will be Gluttony and it will all end with Pride. I think it's obvious who Gluttony and Wrath are… But do you know what I have planned for the other four? This is VERRRRRRY heavily inspired by the Vocaloid Deadly Sins series, and this one in particular is based off "Duke Venomania's Madness". *R&R please. You get a cookie if you do. waves cookies* 2. Evil Food Eater Philly I'm not dead. I've just been busy. I figured I might as well type this up before I go to Italy. Here is number two on the list, Gluttony. The person for this sin is pretty obvious… Just to warn you, this chapter has some disturbing content. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Class of 3000. If I did, then I would be the happiest girl in the world and it would still be airing new episodes.** * * * ><p>"Now, eat them out."<p> * * * ><p>A fork is stabbed into something that barely qualifies as food. In fact, the entire table is covered in food that barely qualifies as food. The kinds (and amount) of food would sicken (or kill) an ordinary person.<p> But the person devouring it all with a smile on his face isn't a normal person. This young man, tall and thin with curly orange hair and goggles, is called Phillip P. Phil, but everyone just calls him Philly. He is wealthy, having inherited a large sum of money from his parents. He used to go after the most gourmet foods of the world. But as he stabs an item that barely qualifies as food, it becomes obvious that Philly only seeks the world's most gruesome foods now. * * * ><p>Kim and Kam wonder why they bother to work for him. Then they remember, they need the money, and Philly pays surprisingly well. Kim is a maid, cleaning the messes left behind in the kitchen after every (disgusting) meal, and Kam is a butler, bringing each and every (disgusting) item to the table.<p> Kim is currently in the kitchen, and won't be out for a while. She feels like vomiting. Kam is looking at the request list that Philly gave him. He swears the list gets more disturbing every day. He sighs, and circles the options that are the least disturbing. It's not really saying much. * * * ><p>Breakfast menu: A juice made of twenty eight different kinds of weeds, corn flakes with rusty and likely tetnus-infected metal in it, a soup made with poisonous mushrooms, Butler's special salad, an array of rotten fruits, and coffee that is said to keep a normal person awake forever.<p> Lunch menu: Raw onion salad (with 'special' dressing), shrimp cocktail with long-stale tomatoes, grilled… something (or somebody), random bread made my the maid (with glass shards), Chef Lawrence's cheesesteak ice cream. * * * ><p>Eddie Lawrence, while the heir to one of the wealthiest families on the planet, wanted a job. He found one working for Philly. One spot with him always seems to be open; the position of head cook.<p> Of course, there was a very good reason that spot was almost always open. Many head cooks just quit because they couldn't take it. Eddie, the 15th cook of the month, passes by a portrait of Philly on the way to the kitchen. The portrait is identical to the real one in every way, except that the one in the picture does not have goggles on. Sometimes he swears it moves a bit or even vanishes altogether. While supervising the cooking of 'breakfast', he decides he's had enough. He'll quit and look for a new job somewhere less repulsive. * * * ><p>An hour before lunch, Eddie goes and finds Philly on a couch, reading something about robotics. The taller boy seems harmless and beckons the blonde. He's willing to listen to (most) complaints.<p> In a low voices, Eddie speaks. "I wish to be excused my dear sir." "Hmph. What is with you useless people?" Eddie finds himself pinned beneath the other male all of a sudden. The look on Philly's face is one he sees frequently, and he knows this is how he looks at food before he eats it. He registers being bit in the shoulder. Philly plans to devour what he can of Eddie, and send the remains to be included in the luncheon meal. Anyone who complains about the food becomes an appetizer or part of the next meal. * * * ><p>Kim and Kam both heard the screams. Yet they could do nothing.<p> They needed to get out of the house. Kim would leave just fine. Kam would not be so lucky. * * * ><p>Philly is likely asleep, as his eyes are closed and he is stretched out on the sofa, perfectly content with himself. Kam mentally cheers as he tries to sneak out the door.<p> His luck is good, for once. Or not. He feels a long pair of arms wrap around his shoulders and a tongue on his neck. _Oh, fuck._ "Hey, little servant boy, do you taste as good as you look?" Kam can only let out the most ungodly scream that nobody pays head to. He will suffer the same fate as Eddie. * * * ><p>When Kim returns to the house, she is informed that she will be working in the kitchen.<p> She screams when a chef gives her Kam's head, with the instructions to cook it. In a rage, she storms over to Philly's usual spot, and demands answers. Nobody pays much head to the maid's screams, just like her brother's only hours ago. * * * ><p>Dinner menu: The items on this menu are too gruesome to be said, it's up to the imagination. Except for the blood red wine, hey wait that's real blood.<p> Midnight snack: The items on this menu are too gruesome to be said. Over the next few days, a different cook found himself either waking up to Philly looking over them hungrily, or him wrapping his arms around him. Both events were followed by biting. And the biting would then lead to the remains given to the remaining cooks, with the instructions to incorporate it into the next meal. When only one cook was left, he ran away and managed to escape during a meal. * * * ><p>The mansion was now empty except for Philly, and there was nothing to eat.<p> Even still, he hasn't changed. In front of his portrait, he bemoans something. "All I wanted to do was eat the world's most gruesome cuisine…" To his shock, his lookalike in the painting comes to life, and pins him to the floor, then removes his arms. "Eat everything in this world, even if you have to eat your own hand." Philly is shocked, then looks at his right hand. He gives a small smile and says something. "Good idea." * * * ><p>Philly had his last gruesome meal. It was, well…<p> Himself. * * * ><p>The doppelganger of Philly was the Devil. He had been watching this gluttonous youth from the painting for a year, and is now satisfied that he now has the second vessel of sin.<p> In one hand, he has the only thing that remains of Philly, his goggles. "A body that has devoured every kind of food. Shame nobody will know its flavour." With a small giggle, he opens his mouth and swallows Philly's goggles whole. * * * ><p><strong> That's done. Philly, the second sinner, is dead in the case of extreme self-cannibalism.<strong> The next sin is Greed. The kid who is this sin might be a little tricky. Guess who in your review! Reviews make me cry tears of joy and give you cookies End file.	Class of 3000	Fanfiction	null	17,559	10,443.4
null	Class of 3000 Class of pokemon Class Of Pokemon! Chapter 1 is here! Chapter 1's name is: A Journey from Earth to... POV's: Tamika, Kam, Philly phill, Madison. Injoy the first Chapter! * * * CLASS OF 3000 Sing! PHILLY PHILL'S BASEMENT Tamika's POV "Where are we going, Philly phill?" Li'l D asked."To My newest Project."Philly phill answered. He walked over to something with a curtain over it."Behold!"He yelled pulling the curtain off. It was some kind of portal thing you see in time travel movies."It's a Dementia Travel portal!"He announced."How does it work?"Kam asked."Like this..."Philly phill said flicking some swishes. The "thing" started to shake and glow."That's not suppose to happen."He said backing away."Fellows. As we stand here 2 feet away from a glowing contraption about to blow. I Can't help but think we...."Eddie said before the Portal blew up and turned into a vortex like thing. It sucked us all into it.... A WIRED FOREST Kam's POV we fell out of nowhere into some kind of forest."Never mind."Eddie said when we landed."This is not good..."Philly phill said."What's not good?"Madison asked."it seems we have Landed into a new universe. "He said." what universe?"I asked."um... Beets me."He finely said."What!? Boy, You Mean You Don't even Know where We are!?"Tamika Yelled"Yes I do. We are in a highly Populated Area, populated by..."Philly phill said looking around. A Swarm Of Big Bee things came out of no where and chased us."WHAT ARE DOUES THINGS!?"Eddie asked in a panic."I THINK THERE WOSPIPS!"I answered."BIG WOSPIPS!"Tamika finished. Soon we where Running to a small town, and ran into the sign of the town. As we regained Balinese we read the Town's name out loud."Pal-it-town."we read."Where's plait town? "Madison asked."I don't think it's a real town, Madison."Kim said."Well it got to be real if we crashed into it's sign. I say we go check it out!"Li'l D said."I don't know. Maybe we should wait here for Sunny to save us."Eddie said in a worried Voice."Then it's saddled. We go into Town."Li'l D said Marching off to the town."Not so fast, Li'l D!"Tamika said grabbing Li'l D by his shirt's coaler."We didn't say We where going to town. Do I have to draw You a Picture In Black and White!? We Stay Put!"She growled."Jeez. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."He said."Prov it Or Move it, Punk!"She yelled holding up her fist in Li'l D's face." Guys!"I yelled. Every one looked at me."This is no time to fight! We have to figurer out Where we Are and Find a way back home!"I said."Kam's right. We can't stay here forever. Did you See the Size Of the bees we Where chased by!? I don't want to spend the rest of my days here. Plus, My bath is at 9."Eddie said."Bath, smath. We Still need to get out of here! So I'm the new leader!"Tamika said,"You? Leader? Sorry girl But I'm the Leader here!"Li'l D said."Yea. But we Can't Count on you Even to just Bring A Bag of chips To a Birthday party!"Tamika Hissed."well Your Pushy and Bossy Personality Is to much of a hand full. No one Wants A Pushy, Bossy leader. Right?!"Li'l D said."I'm staying out of this."Philly phill said. "Count me out."I said."Count me out too."Kim said."Sorry."Madison said." I can't pick really."Eddie said."Well Someone needs to be leader." Li'l D said"Like Sunny!""Sunny isn't Here, Fool!"Tamika yelled."where is Sunny?"Madison asked. ALATA GEORGIA PARK Sunny is siting on a bench Sucking on the straw of his drink. He burps."Excuses me."He said. TOWN FROUNT/ DIFERINT WORLD. Philly phill's POV "I'm Telling you I'm Leader!"Tamika yelled."How long has it been?"Madison asked, I checked my watch."6 hours."I said groggy."And what time is it?"Eddie."About 7 P.M."I answered."they will never stop fighting."Kam said."I think I'm going to go Insane! They are SO Annoying! WILL they Just Pick a Leader already!"Kim complained."If only it was as simple as that. I think does two are starting a voting cam-pain about who's leads."Eddie said."I'm telling you for the Last Time Girl! I'm Leader!"Li'l D yelled."Does two are So stubborn. They are determined To be the leaders."Kam complained." Back OFF Boy! I'm Leader! And You Know it!"Tamika yelled."That's it..."Kam said getting up."NO ONE'S LEADER! GET OVER IT! Can we just move on to the town already. Jeez."Kam yelled. When they realized what had happen they estranged confused Looks."How long where we fighting?" Li'l D asked. "6 hours."I answered."Ok. Into town People!"Tamika ordered. PAILIT TOWN/ DIFERINT WORLD Madison's POV "Look at all the funny looking people!"I said."Look at the funny looking plants."I said smelling a living Head of leaves."Look at The Funny---"I said."You don't want to do that, Madison."Kam warned me before I was able to Touched something that looks like a living bolt of lightning. It ran off so fast I couldn't see it."How?"I asked in surprise."Come on!"Tamika said grabbing my wrist and dragged me to the front of some building's Gates."What is that place?"Kim asked."It seems to be some sort of Laboratory."Philly phill said."No. It looks like some Hi-tech windmill or something."Tamika said."aw. Maybe It's a Rabbit Factory!"I said."Rabbits don't come from factory's, Madison."Kam said."hello. How may I help you?" A old man said from the other side of the gates."Hey, oh yeah. Um, what world is this and where are we? And how can we get back to Alana."Li'l D said."Your in Paulita town, My Boy. In the Kanto Region."The man answered."Great..."Li'l D said. Li'l D ran up to Philly phill and asked."Hey Philly phill, Where is Kanto on a Map?"Li'l D asked."Sorry Li'l D. I'm Not the Best at map detail."Philly phill said."Acutely, Li'l D, I don't think Kanto is a real State. Or for a madder a fact Not a real country."Kam said."Great. Now where are More Lost! Thanks Kam."Li'l D said in a Huff."Sorry. I'm Just saying."Kam said."Hey Mister. What do you call the Living plants and freaky animals around here?"I asked."You 7 probably Never heard of Pokemon." The man said."Pokemon? You mean that lame show from 1999."Tamika said."No. It's not a show. Or an it. Pokemon are all around use. There are over 300 types of them."the man said."How do you know so much about them?"Kam asked."because I'm a Pokemon Prefacer. Prefacer. Oak to be Exact."Oak said."wow. Never heard of you."Tamika said. I hope you like it so far! ROCK ON CHRISTMAS! --By Kim_Chin1 A.K.A Stacy!-- End file.	Class of 3000, Adventure, Humor	Fanfiction	null	6,481	27,623.8
null	Class of 3000 Class of 3000 (Reunion) It's really sad that this show never got a chance to really shine, Thanks Timothy McGee! REALLY it took two seasons to sue Andre 3000. Before I rage I would to make this Fan Fiction for Class of 3000 this is a romance mainly with Tamika and Eddie! Please enjoy! Tamika POV The Westley High reunion is in a few hours, I really don't know what to wear at all I have that dress I wore at the black and white ball but it doesn't fit anymore because I lost weight. When I entered college I went on a diet and lost a lot weight I was really never concerned about my weight but I agreed because my sister Jasmine wanted us to start a diet. "Don't fret, Tamika!" My sister said "But I have to, I mean this is my old school we're taking about!" I said while went through clothes "I might have the thing!" Jasmine announced Jasmine dashed to her room and shuffled through old dresses. "I have that dress, that I made you when you had that date, in college with Mark Peterson before he dumped you at the last moment." Jasmine giggled "Don't remind me and it ain't funny neither." I roared "Do you think it still fits, since I lost weight?" I asked "I'll maybe have to hem it, don't worry just take a shower." Jasmine shrugged "OK." I agreed I was always jealous of my little sister, she was picture perfect nice hair, nice clothes, and wonderful personality she was everything I wasn't. Her hair is down to her back, I hated my hair. My Father treated my little sister like royalty because she never seen my Mother. She died when she was born, I had to protect her so when a boy came over I kept a close eye on her. When I was done with my shower I put on a golden heart locket that my mother gave me a year before she died, I put on matching golden heart earrings. I put on Jasmine lotion because I mean she WAS helping me. "I'm finished, Tamika!" Jasmine opened the door "Oh my god Jasmine it's beautiful!" I said "Thank you!" Jasmine said "I really hope it fits." Jasmine said The dress was really pretty it was a strapless dress it went up to my knees it was black on top and the skirt part was white and it went well with my jewelry. I quickly put it on it fits perfectly! "What do you think?" I asked "You. Look. FABOULOUS!" Jasmine sang "Thank you!" I said "Do I smell Jasmine?" Jasmine said "I smell nice." Jasmine said "Don't hurry up you don't want to miss the reunion and you don't want to miss seeing Eddie." Jasmine teased "Shut up, you know I don't like him!" I yelled "Sure you don't." Jasmine said sarcastically I went I started up my car Jasmine looked outside the window as I pulled out the car she waved at me. "Okay, the coast is clear we can par-tay!" Jasmine cheered Everyone starts coming out their hiding places and starts the party. Eddie POV So my name is Edward James Phillip Lawrence III, I'm filthy rich which at times have benefits and disadvantages, My Mom and Dad want me to marry a girl with lots of money so I can start a family and all that so I can heir the money to my… er future children if I have any. My parents are getting me to meet girls I don't even like. There's only one girl in my heart her name is Tamika Jones. I don't understand why she don't like me I give her what she wants! "Edward, come down we have someone we want you to meet!" My mother said I rushed down the stairs it was another girl she was blonde like me she was wearing a red dress. "Mom, I told you already I don't want to meet any girls like this, I can't!" I yelled "Why not?" Said my Dad "Because I have a girlfriend!" I lied "Why didn't you say so? Now we sent poor Natalee all the way out here." My Dad said "Here's a check twenty-three thousand dollars." Said my Mom "Thank-you!" Said Natalee As Natalee walked away she shot the middle finger at Eddie "What's her name?" Said My Mom "I want it to be a surprise meet me next week at the Cheese cake Factory." I lied I don't know why I kept it a secret, I don't know how my parents would react to dating a black girl. Also how is Tamika going to go out with me in a week, if she hates my guts! I walked out puzzled. "Edward where are you going?" My Dad asked "Out!" I angrily said "Sulu can drive you." My Mom said "Mom, I'm 27 years old I can drive myself." I said "Be careful." My parents said "Uh-huh!" I said I went outside to get the keys from the garage I got the Ferrari I wanted to stick simple. I wanted to impress Tamika. I went outside from the garage. The building was close to my house it was 25 minutes away from my house. When I got there, I didn't see Tamika at all maybe she's showing up late. "Hey, Eddie what's up my man?" Lil' D said "Nothing how about you?" I said "Same!" Lil' D agreed "Where's Tamika? I asked "You still have a crush on Tamika?" Lil' D laughed "Yes." I hung my head in shame "I want you to meet my wife." Said Lil' D I went to turn around and get a cupcake and took a bite of it. "Meet my wife Madison!" Said Lil' D "HI!" Madison yelled I nearly choked on my cupcake Lil' D laughed his ass off! "The look on your face was priceless!" Said Lil' D as he walked away "Hey Philly Phil!" I said "Hey Eddie!" Said Philly Phil "Are you married, how is the ladies?" I asked "Yeah, not so good, but I won a noble peace prize!" "That's nice (I guess)!" I said When is Tamika coming? It been five minutes and she still didn't come yet. This is going to be boring! So how did you like it? Was it good? Don't worry I will continue this fan fiction. I still wish I can still watch the TV show. It would have lasted about 2011 or 2010 if Andre 3000 didn't get sued. I'm glad that Andre won. You can watch the whole series on iTunes for $2.00 each episode. I hoped that helped for the people who are looking to watch the TV series online. End file.	Class of 3000, Drama, Romance	Fanfiction	null	5,842	14,605.5
null	Class of 3000 1. Li'l D Hello people of earth, outer space ,and Australia! Here is a new story called Daydreams. What do the students of Class of 3000 really daydream/think about and cane it come true? Well you will have to read to find out wont you? Disclaimer: I do not own Class of 3000, sighs wish I did though. This collection of stories is for Hakim Kodi. Li'l D.: Li'l D. Was daydreaming his usual daydream, he had his own band his was the star and he had the most rocking girlfriend in the whole world, Kim. He went though some different scenarios in his head. First his band it was called "The Swirlers" (Note: sorry the names sucks The only thing for inspiration is a box of staples that looks like it is spelled Swirlers.) They were they were the most popular band in the world. Then his eyes drifted toward Kim. She was so cute. He loved her touch, her smile, and her cute little eyes. She rocked his world. He only wished he had enough courage to ask her out. Then she looked at him and gave him a little smile and then turned her attention back front. Man she is just his type. But here was another snag in his plan Kam was very protective of his sister. Oh well and he kept daydreaming. Daydream: Li'l D. is on stage with his band just as the song ends. (Note: he is the same age then as he is now.) And then he gets off stage. Kim walks by him and gives him a wink. He walks up after her and she speeds up a bit. He speeds up a bit to. When he finally catches her she turns around a bit surprised but happy. "Hey Kim?" He asks. "Yes Li'l D.?" She asks seductively. He gulps. "Will you go out with me?" He asks gulping again. "Of course Li'l D." She says. She goes in for a kiss then... "Li'l D.?" End Daydream: "Li'l D. what is the answer?" Asked Sunny. "Uhh Milwaukee?" Said Li'l D. "No." Said Sunny. "The question was what type of woodwind instrament makes this noise." He asks. He imitates a flute. "Uh a flute?" Asked Li'l D. "Yes and I would appreciate it if you didn't daydream so much." Sunny said. "Ok sorry." Said Li'l D. He looked a Kim and back at Sunny and Sunny understood. Later: "Uh Kim can I talk with you for a minuet?" Asked Sunny. "Sure. Am I in trouble?" She asked. "No." Said Sunny. "It is about Li'l D." He said. "Ok what about him?" She asked. "I think he might have a crush on you." He said. "I thought so." She said. "If he asks you to a dance please go with him anything to make him stop daydreaming." He said. "Ok." Kim said and left. "What was that about." Asked Kam. "Oh nothing." Said Kim. Her head was i the clouds. Li'l D. Wakes up to her. "Hey uh Kim can I walk you home?" He asked. "Sure." Said Kam. "Not you Cheese stick." She said. "I don't know..." Kam said. Kim grabed him by the sleave of his shirt and through him to the ground "Ok got it." Said Kam and he walked away. Li'l D. and Kim walked to her house. "Hey Kim can I ask you something?" He asked. "Sure." She said anticipating what would happen. "Um would you..." He said. "Yes?" She asked. "Uh... walk my dog with me?" He asked. "Yes! I mean what? Oh yeah sure." She said just a hint of sadness in her voice. When they got to Kim's house she just asked when they would walk his dog and then went inside. Li'l D. Walked home and then sat on his bed. "I am such and idiot!" He said and slapped his forehead. Then his dog Bongo walked in and sat in front of his master. "Well looks like _you _have a date with Kim." He said and scratched Bong's head. So what do you think? I will try to update soon! . 2. PhillyPhill I'm back! Who missed me? No one... awww. I don't own Class of 3000. Philly-Phill Philly-Phill (umm just because it will save time, I will just call him Philly, ok?) Was in his room and he was bored. He had invented like everything, but the real reason was he was not aloud to invent for a week since he blew up the park across the street. He only had time to think. He thought about his friends and how he really never wanted to play an instrument or be a rock star, his mom made him because she thought he was spending to much time inventing. Eventual he enjoyed playing his instrument. But it was just his luck he left it in the classroom at school. He thought about Li'l D. and how he wanted to be a rock star and how he always gets flustered when he see's Kim. Kim she was cool and so well Kim-ish and Kam was so proper and organized. And then there was Eddy he was hopelessly in love with Tamika and he was rich, Philly didn't care about the rich thing, all though it dose com in handy every now and again, he liked Eddy because he was always so caring about Tamika and no matter how many time she rejected his love he just kept on loving her. Tamika she was so strong he remembered how they met in kindergarten and he had a crush on her until she almost broke his arm. And the Madison oh how he cared about Madison. He knew Madison didn't feel the same way she had a new boyfriend the captain of the soccer team. Philly had concluded the she didn't like smart guys even though Madison had gotten smarter herself. He had tried so many times to impress her none worked. He looked out his window and saw the big open field, once the playground now just a field, He thought maybe he should get some fresh air it was not like he was grounded he just couldn't do any experiments. He looked in his closest to find a soccer ball, his mom insisted he play a sport and he had ever type of sport in his closest alone. "Got it." He said to himself. He yanked it out of his closest and some stuff fell out. He went down stairs and saw his mom, he tried to sneak but was caught. "Philly darling where are you going?" She asked and never even turned around. _"Dang it how dose she do that?!" _He thought to himself. "Uhh I'm going to play some soccer." He said. "OK have fun." She said, and just before Philly stepped out the door she said. " Aren't you forgetting something?" "Aw mom.." He said and then walked over to his mom and gave he a kiss. "Happy? Can I go now please?" He asked. His mom nodded. The he left. "God all this just to get some air?" He asked himself. He waled over to the field. He had it all to himself. He dropped the ball in front of his foot and started to kick it. After a while he stopped to take a breather. When he noticed someone on the other side of the field. He couldn't make the figure out so he walked over kicking the ball as he went. As he got close he saw it was Madison. "Umm hi Madison." He said noticing that she was in an unhappy position. "Oh hi Philly-Phil." She said and wiped a tear away. "Madie are you ok?" He asked sitting down next to her. "It has nothing to concern you." She said. "Come on you can tell me we are like best friends." He said getting a little closer. "Oh John broke up with me!" She said and flung her arms around Philly. Philly put his arms around Madison, she was so warm. "I'm sorry." He said "Do you want to play a little soccer?" "Well..." She said. "Oh right sorry I forgot." Philly said. "You can walk me home if you want." She said. "Ok." He said. So they walked to her house. "Thank you Philly you are my best friend." She said. "Oh it is nothing, your just easy to be friends with." He said. "When they reached her house she stood on her porch. "Really thank you for being my friend." She said and gave him a small kiss on the lips. "Bye." She said and opened her door. Philly walked home with a goofy smile. When he got home he put the soccer ball down. "Hi honey anything happen?" She asked. "No nothing much." He said. "Coco?" She asked and put a cup in front of him. "Ok." He said. He took a small sip and it felt good, and it reminded him of Madison. Ok so I didn't do perfect on this one but I like it. I thought it was kind of sweet. So R&R! Bye! . End file.	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null	Class of 3000 1. Holy Homosexuals, Batman! _Thursday, 6:10 a.m…._ "The magic is in my hair!" The moment that Philly Phil shouted those words, it was apparent that something was wrong. Sunny placed his hands on the bass guitar player and said, "I think you need to take a brake, son…" Phil slapped his hands away and shouted, "DON'T YOU FOOLS UNDERSTAND? MY HAIR IS THE POWER THAT GIVES ME INTELLIGENCE! HELL, WITHOUT MY HAIR, YOU WOULD ALL BE SUCKING YOUR NIPPLES WITH A STRAW!" Everyone in the music room was quite shocked after that. Phil laughed mainiaclly as he pulled out a jetpack and flew out the window, cuasing several sharp pieces of glass to get stuck in his face. Sunny and his students watched in silence as Phil, who's eyes were gorged out, flew straight into an oncoming truck. Lil' D scratched his head and muttered, "Damn, that was fucked up!" "I'm starting to think this fic isn't going anywhere…" said Eddie. Kim flicked Eddie in the back of the head and exclaimed, "OF COURSE IT ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE, YOU IDIOT!" Eddie did not taking being yelled at so lightly. "CHIDORI!!!" In a flash, Kim was sent flying into the wall by a ball of lightening. Eddie did a pose and shouted, "HOW YA LIKE THAT, BITCH?" Suddenly, Madison had an idea. "LET'S DO A NINJA BATTLE!!" she shouted as she threw three kunai into Lil' D's face. The young drummer rolled on the floor screaming in pain while Madison tried to apologize. Kim slammed her foot against Eddie's face and Kam tried to dodge Tamika's Galic Gun attack. Sunny sighed and left to get his marijuana and sleep pills… Meanwhile… in the deepest regions of the underworld, an evil plot was forming. The Demon King, Dabura, stood over his servants as they began to add cybernetic attachments to Philly Phil's mangled body. Dabura's mouth stretched out into a wide grin, revealing all of his black, sharp teeth. Dabura took a sip of wine and said, "Soon…when this boy is complete, I will finally have the weapon I need to take over the living world!" One of the Demon King's servants decided to be bold. He tapped Dabura on the shoulder and asked, "How is this boy going to be of use, sir?" Dabura chuckled slightly and replied, "This boy possesses some magical energy within his hair! We can use the magic to break open the barrier and declare war on the humans!" "Then…why are we turning the boy into a cyborg if we just need his hair?" replied the servant. "To make things interesting, of course! Now stop bothering me, you worthless shit!" Dabura kicked the servant into a pool of molten lava and walked off to take his daily nap. As soon as the king was gone, Philly Phil's eyes snapped open. Philly Phil lifted his right cybernetic arm and sliced one of the servants in two. The other servants shrieked in horror and tried to run away. Philly Phil ripped off the chains that held him and stood up. Philly Phil sneered and a glazed look formed over his eyes as he began to blow the servants to pieces, sending blood everywhere. When the carnage was over, Philly Phil just wiped the blood off and kicked a severed head out of the way. Only one thought entered his mind, 'KILL! KILL! KILL!' * * * A/N: Should I continue or not? 2. It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time! _Last time on 'THE MAGIC IS IN THE HAIR!', Japanese Warlord Donkey-Boobs was declaring a peaceful dance club with the society of-_ _Wait, wrong story._ After fighting like total maniacs for three hours, the students decided to act like little jackasses and cause trouble. "Woo! SHOOT ME IF YOU DARE!" taunted Kim as she hung from the American Flag pole. Unfortunately for both her and the Board of Ed., the new security guard they hired at the school was a little…gun-crazy. "DIE, BITCH, DIE!!!" screamed the security guard as he fired random bullets from his Machine Gun. With amazing grace and speed, Kim dodged every single bullet. The guard let out a sigh and exclaimed, "It seems you have beaten me again, Sigma-Denko Queen of the Honey Bees!" "What the crap are you talkin' about?" asked the Japanese girl as she took a swig of beer from her casket. "I'm talking about the giant Honey Bee-shaped warship that's coming this way!" Kim looked out the window and gasped. "Oh my gosh! A bug hit the window!" she cried. The security guard slapped his forehead in disbelief and shouted, "LOOK THE OTHER DIRECTION, YOU IDIOT GIRL!" Kim did as told and, just as the old man had said, she saw a huge Honey Bee-shaped warship coming this way. Without another word, Kim quickly ran off to find the others, leaving the security guard to be devoured savagely by twelve mutated cupcakes. Meanwhile… Philly Phil was at a bookstore, looking for the latest issue of 'PORN FOR KIDS' magazine. Luckily, his new cybernetic eye helped him locate the magazine in only five seconds. Just as Phil reached out to grab it, he felt someone tap his shoulder. It was one of the employees. "Excuse me, sir," he said, "But in case you didn't read the sign, it says that mechanized attachments are not allowed! So, I ask you to please-" Philly Phil cut the man off by crushing his throat. After buying the magazine, Philly Phil flew off to his house so he can hide in his dark, dark room and read his porn in peace… Elsewhere… After hours of searching, Kim finally found Kam and Madison making out near the riverbed. Kim got close to them and shouted, "STOP TASTING EACH OTHERS' MOUTHES FOR A MOMENT SO WE CAN GO AND SAVE THE UNIVERSE…AGAIN!!" Madison have Kim the finger and continued to make out with Kam. After introducing Madison and Kam to Kim's friend named 'Mr. Hammer', the Japanese girl was walking down the interstate highway dragging two half-naked kids. 'I wonder where Eddie is?' she wondered as a bus suddenly ripped Kam from her grasp. Kim just shrugged as she watched her brother be dragged away by a vehicle going over 50 miles an hour. Now, let's focus on someone else, shall we? Sunny Bridges, the man who created the traditional pie, was busy stoning himself with any illegal drug he could find in the school. Just as he was about to grab a bag of the principal's marijuana, two policemen zapped him with a taser gun and dragged him away… 3. Elephants and Monkeys love Ed _Route 66, the 'Pee-Hole' Diner, 5:12 p.m._ After four hours of going on a long, well-drawn, super-violent chase scene, Kim finally caught up to the malevolent bus that had kidnapped her brother. Kim set her motorcycle to 'stun' mode, left Madison in the trunk, and walked into the bar. Her original goal was forgotten once again when she saw Eddie drowning his sorrows in beer. Kim sat next to Eddie and asked, "I know I'm gonna regret asking, but why are you trying to fill your stomach with alcoholic beverages that will eventually seep into your blood stream and cause you to lose focus of your life, which, in turn, will bring you to walking into a busy street and get killed?" Eddie took another swig of beer. He let out a small burp before replying, "Tamika says she don't love me no more…" Kim slapped her forehead in disbelief and shouted, "YOU FRICKIN' RETARD! SHE NEVER LOVED YOU!!" "Then why does it hurt so much?" Before Kim could smack Eddie to his senses, the poor gay rich boy curled up into a ball and cried. Kim sighed and left Eddie to live in his own sadness, never to find love or happiness. Suddenly, Kim remembered something important. 'Why did I need to save my jackass of a brother again?' Meanwhile… Sunny Bridges was left to rot in the county jail. "THIS IS ALL A MISTAKE! THOSE LITTLE DEMONS WE CALL 'CHILDREN' SET ME UP! THEY'RE THE DRUGGERS, NOT ME!!!" screamed the ex-musician as he shook the jail bars like a madman. A policeman zapped Sunny with a Taser gun and exclaimed, "Shut your doped-up mouth so we can analyze your doped-up DNA to find out what doped-up town you were freakin' doped-up in….doping up!" Sunny chuckled and replied, "You, sir, are an imbecile." "I SAID SHUT UP!" The policeman tried to zap Sunny again, but Sunny quickly tapped three pressure points on the guard's arm, rending it useless. The policeman shouted every curse word known to man as Sunny snatched the Taser gun away. A few seconds later, Sunny Bridges walked away from a pile of dust that _USED _to be a police station. Sunny placed a stick of marijuana in his mouth and began humming gleefully. He looked up into the night sky and one thought crossed his mind. 'Is Sora really as gay as Riku says?' 4. Hell Finally Froze Over! _Elsewhere, in a little place called Shiela-ville, a certain drummer boy was fighting the forces of darkness…_ High above the small city, a news helicopter flew overhead, catching every minute of the action. The news reporter, a man named Kristine, turned to the camera and said, "You won't believe what's going down here, folks! A young boy is fighting a army of giant silver robots who claim to be Marc Anthony and his singing boy band, the Twits! Let's get a closer look, shall we?" The camera zoomed in, showing Lil' D kicking serious robot ass. With amazing vigor, Lil' D slashed one of the robots apart with his bare hands. Two of the robots fired a barrage of bullets at the drummer, who easily dodged all of them. "HOW YOU LIKE THAT, YOU STUPID ROBOTS? CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE EARTH IS COOKIN'?" He shouted into the heavens, completely unaware that he was about to be impaled. Suddenly, in a matter of seconds, Lil' D dodged the attack and ripped off the head of the robot. Once the battle was over, the news reporter jumped out of the helicopter to greet Lil' D, except he forgot he was still 30 feet in the air. Lil' D just shrugged and muttered, "Ain't my problem…" And with that, he started heading back home. Suddenly, Lil' D realized something. 'What the hell was I doing here anyway?' he asked himself as he slowly walked out into open traffic. Meanwhile… The Sigma-T Rex Jockey Lord of the Alien Bees wasn't a happy camper at the moment. "WHY THE HELL DOES IT TAKE US OVER A WEEK TO MOVE A MILE IN EARTH TIME?" shouted the furious alien. The entire Bee Alien War Ship shook with his anger. "Well…you could read some Full Metal Alchemist manga, sir…" suggested one of the workers. Sigma-T crushed the worker's head and looked to his wife, the Marice. "What do you think we should do to pass the time, my wife?" The Marice giggled and held up a condom, waving it gently near his face. Suddenly, Simga-T understood what she was trying to say. "YOU'RE SAYING WE SHOULD PLAY TENNIS WHILE WE WAIT? AWESOME IDEA, MY WIFE!" The Marice just sighed as her husband ran off to get the tennis rackets… Okay, now we end this chapter and- "HOLD IT!" Kim shouted. Her dress was covered in bloody stains and her hair was a mess. "YOU CAN'T END IT YET, ASSHOLE! I'M THE MAIN CHARACTER HERE, SO I SAY-" You aren't the main character… "Crap…" Suddenly, the song 'Simple and Clean' begins to play… 5. Rabbits and Pinecones suck! "Slowly, slowly, slowly…the darkness grew in Mai-Jong's heart grew…controlling his thoughts…his emotions…forcing him to commit horrible deeds…bringing the foundation of the entire city to a flame, destroying all that came in his way…" Suddenly, a shoe flew out of nowhere and smacked Philly Phil in the face. "SHUT UP, DAMN IT! I'M TRYING TO STUDY!" shouted Phil's older brother, Hubo, from behind the door. Phil just sighed and put his porn mag away. He had been sitting in his dark, dark room for the last five hours, and not even a single soul came to check up on him! Philly Phil pulled out a laptop from under his Heartless-infested bed and opened up 'Internet Explorer'. His fingers moving quickly, Phil went to 'Google' and typed in two words: 'XENOMORPH RENTAL'……. * * * Madison slowly opened her eyes and groaned. 'God, why do I feel like someone wacked me over the head with Mr. Hammer?' she wondered. She opened the top of the motorcycle's trunk and climbed out. The first thing she saw was Tamika's dead mangled body on the ground. "OH MY GAWD! U IZ PWNED! LOL! ROFL ROFL!!" cried the ditzy blond girl. Suddenly, Madison realized that she was stuck in the middle of Route 66, surrounded by fat old men, and one of her only friends is dead. Madison sighed and knew there was only one thing to do. She pulled out a cell phone and typed in a series of numbers. After a moment, Madison put the phone up to her ear and said, "Yo, Murdoc? It's me, Madison! Yeah, can you send 2-D over her to pick me up? ….NO, MURDOC, I WILL NOT MAKE YOU A SANDWICH! JUST…SEND 2-D OVER HERE! YEESH!" Madison closed her phone and muttered, "No good lousy son of a-" "MADISON-CHAN!!" Madison snapped out of her furious rage as Kim suddenly glomped her. Madison pushed Kim off and shouted, "THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING BITCH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I COULD HAVE BEEN LOSING MY VIRGINITY TO KAM RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU HAD TO KIDNAP ME!!! …….Anyway, where's Kam?" Kim stood up and replied, "Well, I'll answer two things. One, I took your virginity two weeks ago, okay? Second, I lost Kam. Sorry!" Madison tried her best not to violently shred Kim's entire body to bloody pieces. Madison's psycho-meter was becoming dangerously full. To continue the chapter, Madison took a few deep breaths and calmed herself by thinking of puppies and oceans. When Madison was finally done, she turned to Kim, who was pulling a knife out of Tamika's dead body. The knife had the words 'Eddie, bitch!' inscribed into it. "So…you have no idea where Kam is?" Kim shook her head and pointed to the 'Pee-Hole', saying, "Well, I think he's in there…" Madison grinned and she donned her Solid Snake outfit, complete with the headband and the beard. "LET'S GO KICK SOME ASS!! METAL GEAR-STYLE!" "Who can I be? Who can I be?" Kim asked. Madison thought for a moment as Kim ran around in circles like a constipated wiener dog. "I got it!" Madison exclaimed, "You can be Naked Snake!" Kim shouted with glee and threw off all her clothes, officially becoming "Naked Snake". Madison slapped Kim across the face and shouted, "You don't get naked, you idiot! Here, just put these on!" Kim put on the clothes handed to her and said, "Hey, these are Liquid Snake's clothes!" "Oh, who gives a fuck? Let's just go save Kam!" Kim agreed with Madison's aggressive suggestion and the two girls ran into the diner, guns a-blazing. Madison and Kim suddenly stopped when they saw Kam standing over the horribly mangled bodies of the bikers. Kam's hair was bright yellow and he was surrounded in a golden aura. "Dude…what the fuck happened to you?" asked Kam's sister. Kam's hair turned back to its original state and he said, "Oh, I just killed this dumb asses by going Super Sayian on them! I am Vegeta's biological son, you know!" Madison shot Kam in the head and dragged him away as she waited for 2-D to arrive. Kim just shrugged and walked off into the sunset, hoping that someone dropped a stray taco somewhere… 6. Chapter 645 OO CCCCT _In Idaho, New Jersey… _ For the last month, Eddie has been on the run from the police for killing Tamika. However, he did not know that no one cared that Tamika was dead and a lot of people actually thought of him as a hero. During his run from the law, Eddie had grown a beard and has learned the ways of the Sith. After running into a creepy old pervert named Darth Sidious, Eddie learned that he must go to Idaho, New Jersey to create a Sith Lightsaber so he could cut stuff up! As Eddie looked at a map, he muttered, "I bet that old pervert was lying to me!" Eddie tossed the map on the ground and stomped away, not noticing sign that said: 'Sith Cave: 2 feet from current position, dumbass!' * * * Meanwhile, Madison was sitting with 2-D, Russell, Noodle, and Murdoc in their car. Suddenly, the song '19-2000' began to play. Soon, the crew found themselves driving on a long, spiraling highway. Slowly, a large moose came into view and- "STOP PLAYING THE MUSIC VIDEO!!!" Madison shrieked. She grabbed 2-D's Ipod and tossed it out into the street. 2-D let out a small whimper as the band drove away, leaving the ipod to its fate… * * * Sunny Bridges realized that he could not be a music teacher anymore. Not only was he now considered a criminally insane drug addict, but also all of his students were missing! So, with nothing left to do, Sunny visited a good friend of his named 'Neo'. After forcefully kicking down the apartment door, Sunny stepped into Neo's room to find his friend to be writing something. "Yo, Neo! You still fighting' Smith?" Neo, a young black-haired man in a suit, looked up at his old friend and said, "Hey, Sunny! You still an insane drug addict/molester that teaches children to be one with their inner selves?" Sunny let out a sigh and replied, "Not anymore, my friend. I need a new job! Have any suggestions?" Neo thought for a moment. Suddenly, he had an idea. Neo pulled two pills out of his pocket, one red and one blue. He held them out to Sunny and said, "After this there's no going back, Sunny. Take the blue pill, and the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. However…take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes…" Sunny gave Neo a disgusted look and asked, "Are you saying you're going to have sex with me if I take the red pill?" Neo clenched his teeth in anger and tossed the red pill into Sunny's mouth with amazing speed. In a single split-second, Sunny's body erupted into light…and he vanished. Neo grinned and said, "I guess it's down the rabbit hole with you! LOL!" * * * Kim wasn't as lucky as Sunny and Madison, however. After walking for about 40 miles, she lost consciousness and fell asleep in the middle of the road. As she slept, images of naked Insect Aliens, her brother, Madison in a sex position, and a piece of toast filled her mind. Kim grumbled and muttered, "Uhh…must lick butter off…. Madison or toast?" Suddenly, Kim just realized something. She finally learned what her true destiny in life is. Kim slowly opened her eyes and stood up. "I MUST DEFEAT THE EVIL BEE-LIKE ALIENS SO THAT THEY WON'T STEAL MY TOAST!" With that goal in mind, Kim beat up a nearby biker, stole his motorcycle, and drove off to fulfill her destiny… * * * Li'l D was very unfortunate, indeed. Not only was he hit by a bus, but now he's suddenly become the new lead singer to N Sync. "BUT…BUT I THOUGHT YOU GUYS DIED!!" cried the boy. Lance put a 'pedophilic' arm around Li'l D and said, "Don't worry, my little friend! You'll be safe with us!" The other members all laughed at the same time with a creepy demonic undertone. Li'l D gulped and thought, 'These guys are gonna rape me!" * * * Philly Phil chuckled evilly as he collected the package for him at the door. He had to wait four long minutes, but his Xenomorph egg had finally arrived! He quickly ran upstairs and set the box on his bed. Carefully and slowly, Phil opened the box. Suddenly, something small and slippery shot out of the box and latched itself onto Phil's face. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Phil screamed like a little girl as he ran around the room like a constipated sausage. Just as Phil was about to slam his head against the wall, the little alien detached itself and died. Phil let out a sigh of relief. But it was short-lived as a small worm-like alien suddenly burst out of his chest. Then, Philly Phil died once and for all. However, this Xenomorph baby has certain plans for our magical-haired corpse… End file.	Class of 3000, Adventure, Humor	Fanfiction	null	19,504	19,675.7

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