Toon Patrol: The Nutcracker

[Veggirl]

Well guys, here is my Christmas fanfic. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was Christmas Eve in Toontown, and the streets were filled with snow and Toons coming home from late Christmas shopping. Smart Guy walked back home carrying home some packages and his 5 year old daughter following him. When they got home, Smart Guy struggled to open the door without dropping the packages. Kimberly opened it for him.
“Thanks sweetie.” Smart Guy said.
“Your welcome, daddy.” Kimberly smiled, before sneezing. Samantha, Smart Guy’s wife, poked her head from the kitchen door.
“Is that you, Smart Guy?”
“Yeah, hon.” Smart Guy said, settling the gifts near the Christmas tree. “I came back with gifts for Hester, Kovu and Fidget.”
Kimberly sneezed. Smart Guy looked at her.
“That’s some cold you got there, Kim!”
Kimberly looked up. “What cold? I don’t have a cold!”
She sneezed again. Samantha came over to her, and smiled. “Then what was that sneeze for?”
Kimberly sniffed. “Um…that wasn’t sneezing, that was singing.”
“Achoo is singing?”
“Yeah. You know. They’ll be coming round the mountain when they come. Achoo!”
Smart Guy rolled his eyes. “It’s not Achoo. It’s Choo-choo.”
Kimberly sneezed again.
“See? It’s another sneeze.”
“But I can’t be sick!” Kimberly cried. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Well kiddo,” Smart Guy said, “why don’t you go up to your room, get in your bed and then tomorrow, Santa Claus will bring you presents!”
Kimberly frowned. “Santa already got me a present. Tickets to see the Nutcracker. Daddy, can we go get my nutcracker, please?”
“Kim, you can’t go out. You’re cold is gonna get worse!”
“But daddy, you don’t want me to be sitting, all alone with my nuts un-cracked.”
Samantha placed a hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Smart Guy smiled. “It’s not tickets for getting a nutcracker, it’s a suite.”
Kimberly sneezed. “The nutcracker is a sweet? It‘s a piece of candy?”
Smart Guy sighed. “Look Kim, why don’t you go upstairs and get into bed. I’ll come up there in a little while.”
Kimberly sighed sadly, but went upstairs. Samantha shook her head sadly.
“Poor Kimberly. She really was excited when she got those tickets.”
“Yeah,” Smart Guy agreed. “Hopefully, she’ll get over it.”
There was a wail coming from another room.
“Well, that’s Skyler awake from his nap.” Samantha said. “I’ll go get him.”
“I’ll just wrap up the last gifts.” Smart Guy suggested. Samantha nodded, then went upstairs. Smart Guy turned to the stack of gifts, and frowned at the 53 packages still need to be wrapped.

[netske]

Very good start.

[Eternity]

Good start, I'm hooked!

[Veggirl]

Next chapter up.

Chapter 2

Smart Guy finally placed the last ribbon on the last gift. Lucky for him, his gang came by before he wrapped up the first gift and offered to help.
“Thanks boys.” Smart Guy said. “Might have taken me all Christmas Eve to wrap these up!”
“No problem boss.” Greasy said. “What’s up with Kim?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ah, Samantha told us she was a bit upset and all.”
“Oh.” Smart Guy sighed. “She had these tickets to go see the Nutcracker, but she came down with a cold, and she’s pretty upset.” He stood up. “I guess I’d better go up to her room.”
“We’ll go with ya’ boss.” Wheezy coughed. Smart Guy frowned. “Fine, but if you’re coming Wheeze, ya better put that cigarette out!”
Wheezy scowled, went outside and threw the cigarette into the cold snow.

When the weasel’s entered Kimberly’s room, they found her on her bed, holding her toy rabbit on her lap. Smart Guy sat at the foot of her bed.
“Look sweetie, I know you’re upset that you won’t go to the Nutcracker, but---”
“I never saw a ballet before daddy.” Kimberly sighed. “I don’t even know how it looks like!”
“It’s like this kid,” Greasy said. “A ballet has a bunch of guys with almost no pants, and the girls dance with them on their tiptoes.”
Kimberly frowned. “Why don’t they get shorter boys?”
Smart Guy rolled his eyes. “The boys are fine the way they are! Sweetie, the Nutcracker was written by someone named Tchaikovsky.”
Kimberly and Stupid then looked confused.
“Tchai what?” Stupid said.
“Kovsky.” Smart Guy said.
“How come all the guys who write music have long names?” Kimberly asked. “Why doesn’t, John Smith write anything?”
“It’s because he was Russian.” Psycho grinned.
“If he was slowing down, his name would have been shorter?” Kimberly asked.
“No,” Smart Guy sighed. “Sweetie, he lived in Russia and he made the Nutcracker over 100 years ago.”
Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Wow-wee!”
“And do you know why parents love to take their children to the Nutcracker?”
“Because Freddy Kruger isn’t in it!” Psycho blurted out. That made the four weasels burst out laughing. Smart Guy glared at them.
“No. It’s because it’s a Christmas tradition!”
“Daddy,” Kimberly said. “I want to go to the theater, I want to see the Nutcracker!” She then coughed.
“All right,” Smart Guy said. “Why don’t we tell you the story of the Nutcracker, and you can imagine it.”
“I don’t got an imagination.” Kimberly sighed. Smart Guy smiled. “Oh well then how do you make up those stories you tell to Skyler?”
Kimberly frowned. “I lie.”
That made Smart Guy laugh.

[netske]

Tchai what? Heeee! It looks like "Mada what?" from "Madagagascar". Good contuning.

[julayla]

Awww...this is starting good so far. I can't wait for more of this.

[Veggirl]

Phew! Here's the next chapter!

Chapter 3

“All right, sweetie.” Smart Guy continued. “Just close your eyes and imagine yourself in a big theater, and all the seats are filled and there is a big curtain in front.”
Kimberly closed her eyes and thought hard. “I think I can see it daddy.”
“Are we seated yet, boss?” Psycho asked Smart Guy.
Smart Guy narrowed his eyes at him. “Yes, we’re seated.”
“Are we enjoying ourselves?” Kimberly asked.
“Well it hasn’t started yet.” Smart Guy said.
“Now imagine kid,” Greasy said. “The conductor comes and the audience fall silent. The music starts to play, and the curtain rises. Now this story takes place in Nuremberg.”
Stupid looked confused. “Is that on earth?”
“It’s in Germany.” Wheezy answered.
Kimberly opened one eye. “Is that on earth?”
“Yes!” Smart Guy said. “This whole thing takes place on earth!”
“Don’t get upset daddy.” Kimberly said. “My imagination is starting.”
“I can see that,” Smart Guy said smiling. “Well, in Nuremberg, there lived a little girl named Marie and she lived with her parents and her brother.”
“Is she pretty?” Kimberly asked.
“She is.”
“How does she look like?”
“Well…her nose is kinda red from all the sneezing, but she has brown hair and beautiful eyes.”
Kimberly smiled. “Marie is just like me!”
“Well, almost. She’s taller than you.”
Kimberly frowned. “Everyone is taller than me!”
“Anyway,” Wheezy continued on. “It’s Christmas Eve and her family is having a big party, and all their friends and their employees. Marie’s dad is greeting the most famous guest, Dr. Drosselmeyer.”
“Why is Dr. Meyer so important?” Kimberly asked.
“Because he’s not like any guest.” Psycho said. “He can do magic!”
Kimberly’s eyes widened. “Magic?”
“Yeah. He can bring things to life.”
“Like what?”
“We’ll see to that later.” Smart Guy said. “Right now, he gives Marie’s little brother Fritz, two marionettes.”
Kimberly’s eyes widened in disbelief. “He gets to marry Annette?! He‘s just a little kid!”
“Kim,” Smart Guy started to say.
“Kids can’t marry until they’re like 35!” Kimberly said.
“Kimberly!” Greasy said. “He’s not marrying Annette! He gets two marionettes! They are puppets. One is a mouse king and the other is a soldier. Drosselmeyer sprinkles magic on them and they start to fight.”
“Who wins?” Kimberly asked. “The mouse king?”
“No.” Greasy sighed.
“The soldier then!”
“Right. Then, the soldier stabs the mouse king and he goes down. He then swears to get revenge once and for all!”
Kimberly’s eyes widened.
“Uh-oh!”

[netske]

Its good that Kim wil know the story. Great job!

[Veggirl]

Sorry for long wait guys. My Internet had been pretty crazy so I'm using my dad's computer. Here is the next chapter!

Chapter 4

"Now Fritz," Smart Guy continued. "He doesn't think the puppet show is interesting."
Kimberly scowled. "What's wrong with him?"
"Well Fritz think puppets are kids stuff."
Kimberly's scowl deepened. "Fritz is a jerk!"
"Remember," Greasy reminded. "This was 100 years old."
"Fritz is a 100 year old jerk!"
"Kim," Smart Guy sighed. "Most boys like Fritz think that boys should play with soldiers and army toys and things like that. So Fritz and his friends got together and began to play soldiers. This annoys the girls and especially Marie."
"No kidding!" Kimberly said.
"Well, Dr. Drosselmeyer has something in store for her." Wheezy said.
Kimberly's eyes widened. "What does she get?"
"A Nutcracker."
Kimberly frowned. "A Nutcracker?"
"A Nutcracker." Her father repeated.
"Not a Nintendo?"
"No, just a Nutcracker."
"That's all she gets? A kitchen appliance?"
"No, not a regular nutcracker." Smart Guy explained. "It's like a wooden soldier and if you place the nut between his teeth, it breaks. Well, Clara loves her Nutcracker and she dances with it. Everyone oohs and ahhs. Everyone that is, except..."
"Fritz again?" Kimberly groaned.
"Fritz again." Psycho said. "He thinks the Nutcracker looks ugly, and he makes fun of the Nutcracker's big wooden smile. Then he grabs the Nutcracker and plays so roughly with it, he breaks it's jaw!"
"Oh no!" Kimberly cried.
"Not only that, Fritz just tosses it aside."
"He just tosses it aside?!" Kimberly cried again. "I wouldn't care if it was ugly-looking! I would still love it anyway!"
"That's what Marie said." Smart Guy said. "Drosselmeyer tells her, 'I'll fix it tomorrow and it would look good as new'. By now, everyone was now going home since it's getting late. Fritz gets a scolding and goes straight off to bed. In the middle of the night, who do you think comes down?"
Kimberly's eyes blazed. "If it's Fritz...I'M GONNA---"
"It's Marie." Smart Guy said quickly.
"Oh." Kimberly said softly.
"Anyway," Smart Guy continued. "Marie sits in front of the Christmas tree and marvels at the dazzling beauty. Pretty soon, her eyes start to close and suddenly, the tree starts to grow larger and larger! She wasn't sure if the tree was growing, or if she was shrinking. Pretty soon, the tree reached as high as a skyscraper."
Kimberly's eyes widened. "And then what happens?"
"Suddenly, there is a scurring behind Marie, a squeak from the coffee table, a nibbling from the cookie tray."
"A mouse!" Kimberly gasped. "There's a mouse in the house!"
"Not just a mouse," Greasy said. "Mice. Marie suddenly remembers the puppet show at the party and remembers the vow the Mouse King made. The Mouse King was gathering his troops!"

[netske]

Yes. I like this fic.

[julayla]

Good job so far. Continue on.