La Italiano Donnola - The fanfic

[cooper]

Ah yes, the british/italian accent was something I got off a childhood friend of mine. Sad thing is though she moved a few years ago and right now I'm typing on memory. I thought it be cool to fit into Olly while I was sketching her out so......yeah

Also, the next chappy won't be up in a while becuase not that I am running out of ideas, I'm just fixing up dialogue, fixing certain things, etc.

[cooper]

I neglected you guys....
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Downtown, Toontown. 1939


Olly scratches behind her head, the confusion giving her a migraine as she looks at a mini-map in her hand. She glances around her surroundings for a moment again, seeing the same buildings and road she was standing next to for the last 20 minutes. The map said clearly that she would've been on Baker Street by now. Olly grumbles to herself as she flips the page and flips back again, satisfactory seeming to be an impossible thing right now. She was so close to throwing the pamphlet and stomping on it when she looked at the cover. She blushes to a full red out of embrassment and inner-pride-rage as she realizes the map pamphlet was upside down. She gives herself a nervous and embarrassed smile as she flips it back up again, hoping to peace that no one saw her mistake.

Olly concentrates on the map again, feeling more confident now that the map made sense. She'd just have to walk another one and a half miles back to where she was and then go probable two more miles to her destination, no problem! .... Curse it all! She groans again, gaining more weird stares from toons as she mutters to herself about ripping the map and burning it. She closes the pamphlet and pockets it in her black vest, digging in her hat with her other hand as she pulls out some hooch. Without hesitation or worrying about the fuzz, she pops it open and takes a long swig as she does a full 180 degree turn and starts sauntering depressingly to an intersection, takinig gulps of her illegal liquor along the way.

Olly felt her gut clutch when she saw all the speeding cars and angry drivers speeding down the intersection like godzilla just attacked the town. She looks at the road, feeling like if she took a step on the black concrete, she'll be run over by a roadrunner. She immediately flips her head to the side and sucks in a deep breath, holding it in before exhaling. Please, her dad's fettuccine surprise was worse then this! If she could survive New York and his food, she can certainly maintain her life and dignity in a place like Toontown. She walks up to a crowd, looking up at the street sign as it gave off a red glare. Olly stared at it for a couple of minutes before it flashed green, quickly following the crowd as she closes the bootleg up and shoves it back into her hat. She pats her hat on the side like she was comforting the beer before another crowd shoves onto her. She gives them all shiv-like glares as she started to walk faster, before deciding, seeing as they were relentless in quickness, stepping to the side, letting the toons walk by her as they returned her spite.

As soon as Olly steps to the side and looks at the road she was walking across, a black dodge humpback screeches up to her, making her yelp in shock and fear. Her hat falls off as she stumbles back, landing on her rump with a loud 'CRASH!' and 'THUD!'. She heard all the toons laugh their head off (literally) at her as they point to the fallen toon. She heard louder laughs especially from the car that almost ran her over (soon followed by angry yelling). As she stands up and rubs her bum, feeling like she was hit with an acme hammer back their, she feels a draft on her head and a small wet spot on her pants. Her jaw almost dropping, she pats her head for her hat, eyes widening as she looks behind her.

Her lucky hat, her dad's hand-me-down, her first zoot suite hat, was rumpled up, wet, stank from the giggle water, and was scuffed up. She gasps as she sees her pistol out on the road-side as well, quickly picking it up along with the butt-assaulted hat and broken panther sweat in her hat. She quickly shoves the iron in her pants pocket as she stares at the hat, almost breaking down crying. Glancing at the broken alcohol in her hat, her weaselness kicks in with an evil though. Without consideration and anger coursing through her veins, she picks up the broken moonshine and chucks it at the dodge, doing it in a fast, fluid, and pitcher like way. She was grinding her teeth and steam was literally flowing out of her ears before she snapped back into reality when she hear a loud 'CRUNCH!'. Realizing the coffin varnish went and left a long scratch and crack into the windshield, her mouth just opened and closed repeatedly like she was a fish out of water. After few mental minutes of shock, and before anyone realized what happened, she bolted from the street. She heard various yelling about her as she turns a right down an alleyway next to some grimy food joint, jumping into a dumpster that was at the far end of the alleyway. As she lands in old wrapping at some carboard, she grabs the top of the dumpster and lets it fall on the giant garbage, hearing a loud whack from the colliding metal.

Olly stayed like that for a few minutes, her heart-pounding faster then a hummingbirds with her legs crossed as she stares at her hat. She sighs, feeling depressed from her ruined cap. As she waits for some seconds for safety, she opens the top to see that the cars were speeding by the entrance of the alleyway. If those guys wanted to get her now, they'd have to risk getting more then alcohol destroying their windshield. She laughs heartedly to herself as she tumbles out of the dumpster, quickly jumping up onto her feet with comedic action. She picks up and flicks away a banana peels on her shoulder with disgust as she walks back out to the entrance of the alleyway.

After a few brushes off from the dirt and grim, making sure she was presentable to the worl, she look to her left for the black dodge, hoping for all the toons in the world that it wasn't their. To her relief, it was gone and outta site, the only remain from it was a few glass shards and her hooch on the road. She smirks in a weasel-ish way to herself at her success of escape. They sure gave up pretty fast, huh? This is so not like New York. She turns to her right, walking faster then usual out of caution as she starts humming 'Sweethearts on Parade' by Louis Armstrong.
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Okay, I changed the date becuase it actually makes more sense with her story line if she met them BEFORE they died. The other chapter will maybe come up shortly. Reason I did this one is because I felt bad and bored. I also have no idea when 'Sweethearts on Parade' came out, I just posted that there because I saw it first on Sirius

[KrazyRandomness]

YES!!!!!! A NEW CHAPTER!!!!! YOU ROCK, MON AMI!!!!!!!!
Way to go, Olly, trowing a bottle at the Dodge...Yay!!!!!!! ;D

[Greasy]

Woha, this was funny, well the guys in the Dodge were the five weasels, right?!
It would be funny to see what happens, when they meet her the first time.
Would they know, who she is?

[cooper]

Yep, the dodge was the five weasels XD. And yes, I think Smart Arse would remember a jill who threw alcohol at his windshield XD

[cooper]

I, again, had free time
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Late at night


Olly mouth was open, her tongue hanging out as she grabbed a cloth from her chest-pocket and dabs her muzzle. She has been walking for who knows how long, and already her legs felt like bread dough. As she walks up the alleyway to a large metal door, she clasps her hands on her knees and gasps, sucking in some wind. This would've been so much better if had her hooch.... maybe she could've stopped at a nearby pub...

As she straightens her back groaning, her cracks her knuckles and walks up to the door, kicking wit her right foot for a few seconds and then steps back. She taps her foot for a moment, crossing her arms as she stares at the ground before a a clasp sounded as if it was unlocking. Looking up, she sees two red eyes glare down at her. It blinks at her for a moment as she felt as if he was staring into her soul.

".... password?" It, presumed it was a he from his voice, grunts at her. Olly just taps her fingertips together with a nervous smile as she looks up at it.

"Uh.... please?" She asks for a moment, raising her left forefinger in the air in a slow EUREKA! /b] way. The he-ish creature just blinked with half-lidded eyes as it slams the metal clasp. Olly jaw dropped as he rejects her from the establishment. She... did not just walk about four miles only to be rejected from a beast of unimaginable rudeness. She snarls and cracks her knuckles again, slamming her fist and her right foot against the door.

"HEY YOU STUPID BIG PALOOKA!!! LET ME IN YOU DISCARDED DUMPSTER BABY OR I SWEAR I'LL-!!" was all she got out before the door swung open and a giant, furry hand grabbed her, raising it back to the two red eyes. She eep-ed as she looked at it. Ah... it was a monkey! Or more specifically a gorilla, but what was the difference? Olly smiles as precipitation formed on her forehead.

"What did you call me?" It grunts, his eyes widening with his pupils growing smaller as veins crawled in. Olly smiles and loosens her arms from his and pats his large thumb.

"... I said... you smart.... big... uh..." Olly starts, gaining no ground on the battlefield as he just starts to growls louder and tighten his grip on her with every word she utters. Olly gasps as his gut felt like the air was being sucked outta her. Olly pictures herself like a balloon being sucked of it's air. No way she was going out like this! Olly's bottom lip quivers as she opens her mouth and sinks her sharp fangs into his thumb. The giant chimp roars and drops her, cradling it's hand as Olly slides under his girth and starts running for the public area. Make note, monkeys certainly do not taste like a banana. It wasn't soon before thunder stomps were heard behind her, making her yell with adrenaline running. As she enters the entertainment area, she slides on her knees underneath a nearby table, the big ape running off past her. She looks from under the tablecloth to see some waiters push him out from the area. He was obviously scaring some people.

Um..... really!?

Olly smiles as she slinks from under the table, her chest heaving as she pulls in a chair and sits on it, her feet propped up on the table. Now that the danger passed, again, she could relax and watch the show. She didn't know who was up next, but all she wanted now was for the announcer guy. She had certain business to finish up. As she crosses her feet on the table, a penguin walks up to her and gives it that forced waitress smile. Olly felt uncomfortable, like he was about to pull a gun out or something. As she raises a pen and a writing pad, Olly couldn't help but smile.

"Ya got sangria*?" Olly asks, perking an eye-brow.

*(AN: Sangria is a alcoholic drink comprised of red wine, fresh, seasonal fruit and a bit of bubbly water or citrus flavored soda. It's famous in Spain, Italy (Where Olly discovered it!), and Portugal. It's more popular among people in bars, pubs, and restaurants. The name Sangria in Italian means 'bloody', which is highly ironic with a gang member like Olly. Here's a picture:

The penguin justs nods and writes it down.

"On teh rocks.... please?" Olly says, pointing at the pad to make sure everything was in order. The penguin seemed a bit annoyed but smiled again and wrote it down, walking away. Olly smiles and snuggles into the chair. She likes this place! Not bad, not so shabby, had great drinks.... she was so close to calling this place home. As she was about to start picking her teeth with her shiv, she sees the curtain open all of a sudden.


(AN: Watch till 1:30 and ignore the beginning. Sorry, but I couldn't find anything else.)

Olly couldn't help but whistle and clap with the other people. She loved swing! The music was amazing and everyone just started dancing to it almost immediately. Olly pulls her seat up and smiles to herself. She was definitely going to enjoy this place...... but then there's that guy and his password business. Olly's gut immediately drops as she sighs. Though as soon as her mind went to depression, the penguin comes up with a drink. Olly smiles and grabs it from the platter, raising is as s cheer to the penguin as it walks off smiling and waving.

Just as she was about to drink it though, she sees a rock in it. Olly blinks and picks up the mineral, inspecting it before glaring at where the waiter left. She looks back at the rock again before chucking it behind her, taking in no consideration. Closing her eyes and enjoying the drink, she sighs out loud as she goes back to her previous position.....

...... before a hand pushes her feet off and pulls the chair back. She almost spills her drink but she held it up so it wouldn't spill. Thank gosh too, cause she was about to blow it another bad thing happened. Before anything set in, she realized the chair was laid down on the floor. She was about get up before a knife was pointed directly at her nose. So much for first impersonations.

"Doll, you know it's against the law to assault a officer?" She heard a thick Brooklyn accent. She blinks and her eyes follows the hand that was gripping the shiv. All she saw was a toon who was baring his gold teeth at her. He was wearing a pretty rich zoot suite, since it had a diamond and a gold chain. His hate kinda looked smashed though.

"... what officer wears pink?" Was all Olly could retort, the only snappy comeback she could think of. The other weasel toon snarls and grabs the back of the chair, pushing her up in a violent motion. Olly immediately grasps her drink, watching as it spills over the whole table. Olly couldn't believe her luck. Why was it that all the bad stuff was happening to her!? She groans and glares as the pink weasel takes a seat next to her.

"First, ya gots a problam with pink? A secondly, does this look familiar!?" He says, pulling up the same rock she threw. Olly pupils grew small. Oh man...

"Well.... you see....a anybodeh could've t'rew t'at-"
"I saw it come from you." He interrupts. Olly mouth opened, but she was in a way speechless. How was she going to get out of this one.

"Now my good.... sir." She says, making sure he was a male as she saw him bristle.

"It's plainleh by accident, and I assure you t'at no 'arm was from it!" She says, taking a sip what was left of her drink before giving him a her natural charming grin again. The male-weasel narrows his eyes as she takes a sip, seeming to stuck in thought before his face grew red. Gosh, he made a cherry look pale.

"You..." He growls, pointing at her.

"..... me?" Olly replies, getting a bad feeling as he jumps to his feet.

"You're the one who threw t'at booze at my dodge!!!!" He growls as he points accusingly at her. By now, and how loud he said it, everyone was now watching them.

"Oh crap." Olly thought. Not many people were there when she threw it, so the only people who could've seen her misdeedful act was either the driver or god. And this guy was definitely not god.

"Well, sir, that could've been any-"
"Not everyday a toon throws beer at a car." He snaps back, slamming his hands on the table. Olly was now 100% sure this was the driver.

"Uh.... well..... there's...." Was all Olly gasps out before jumping from her seat and trying to run. She didn't get far. Before she was even able to run five steps, two hands grab her arm pits and throws her back, making her back land on the table. Olly yells out and grunts. Why..... she thinks for a moment... does everything bad happen to her!?!? She groans and rubs her back as she straightens up to see the assault-ees.

One of them was a blue weasel, a chain-smoker from her guess. He must've been pretty tired, cause his eyes were more pink then his leader's clothes. The other was a.... weird person. He wore a green zoot suite and had a smirk on his face, along with the greasiest hair she ever saw. She immediately jumps off the table, her drink dripping off the table as she brushes her suite.

"Now, can't we talk about t'is?" Olly pleads, spreading her paws before she was turned swiftly, and someone cuffs her from behind.

"No." The leader states blankly. Olly cranes her head to start arguing before the blue weasel just grabs the cuffs and starts to drag her out the club, Olly screaming for someone for help the whole way

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Yeah, I gave it a Mary-sue cheesy ending. But I wanted to get this over with. Yeah, the next chapter will start off directly after this.

[KrazyRandomness]

Dude, this chapter ROCKED!!!!! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

[Greasy]

Yeah, Lynx is right, this was cool, Smart Guy has noticed that she was the one, who threw a bottle against his car. This was funny.LOL!

[cooper]

Lynx: Thanks

Greasy: Yes, he has noticed. I wouldn't forget either

[Greasy]

This was cool, i like that you post pics, too, for people who doesn´t know.
This red cocktail looks so delicious!

[cooper]

Thanks! I thought it does too! I heard it's -REALLY- good! But I'm underage

[Greasy]

How do you mean that?
Sorry for asking, but have you pics, which schould better not posted here?

[cooper]

I got these images on google and the vid on youtube. It's not hard, just put in the name of the drink into the search bar and then click 'imges' up top.

And when i say underage, I mean I am not of legal age to drink

[Greasy]

Ahhh, now I know, ok.
I´m old enough, but must say, that only drink alcohol for enjoying.
And Sangria is very delicious!

[cooper]

Oh did you try some?