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Post by cutieweasel on Apr 15, 2011 19:36:36 GMT -5
I agree with AM
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 16, 2011 5:25:34 GMT -5
Chapter 5
"Woah," Smart Guy breathed as they pulled in front of Elmas' home, "ya actu'lly LIVE 'ere?"
Elmas frowned. "You don't like it?"
"I didn't say dat!" Smart Guy retorted, straightening his jacket. "I just t'ink it's kinda fancy-smancy, dat's all." He said. With that, he climbed out of the car and strolled towards the house. Elmas shook her head and followed him inside.
Smart Guy had to keep his eyes and jaws in place when he saw the inside of the house. With the commotion that had happened the previous night, he hadn't really looked around. But now that it was a different situation and in broad daylight, the place looked a little less extravagent than Beckingham Palace. The place had dozens of French windows with deep purple velvet curtains. Several beige Persian rugs decked the marble floor, and various oil painting, obviously of deceased relatives, coated the walls. The furniture looked more expensive than Smart Guy's entire wardrobe, and a couple of small stone fountains guarded the doorways.
He let out a low whistle. Before Smart Guy could say anything, he heard Physco's shrill giggling in the nearby room. "C'mon." He said, ushering Elmas. When they reached the doorway, they saw the four male weasels working diligently. Wheezy, between hacks and coughs, was taking samples of Mr. and Mrs. Tomruk's medicines. Greasy was talking with one of the technicians, and Physco was sniffing the carpted floor like a bloodhound. Stupid...well...he was busy if you want to call counting his toe and fingers over and over busy.
"Ahem!" Smart Guy barked, straightening his jacket. The four stopped working and turned to their boss. "So, whatcha guys find? It'd betta be good, 'cuz I ain't in the mood ta be dragged 'ere at 9 in da mornin'." He said in a forced-threatening voice. Wheezy coughed and said, "Yeah, I found somethin' good." He held up the medicine bottle. "I don't think it's medicine." The blue weasel explained. Elmas, who had been hiding behind Smart Guy, frowned and peeked over his pale pink shoulder. "Elmas, where'd ya get this?" He asked.
"Cahit, my brother...he bought it." Elmas replied quietly. "Si, well, how do you know it is really medicine?" Greasy asked, almost forgetting to wiggle his eyebrows at her. Elmas hid behind Smart Guy's shoulder again and shrugged. "And I talked with the techie guys. They said the lights had no problem whatsoever last night." He continued. Elmas frowned and said, "That doesn't make any sense."
"Hey hey, wait a minute!" Smart Guy shouted. He pointed to the medicine ans said, "So whaddoya t'ink dat is? Boisonberry juice?" "I wish I could answer that, boss." Wheezy rasped, "I think we should test it out. Y'know, just ta be sure."
"Duh, OK!" Stupid said, grabbing the medicine. Before any of the other weasels could scream ,'no!', he'd already finished the bottle. For a minute, he seemed fine. He scratched his large belly with a large belch, but then, something happened. He let out a groan and clutched the side of his stomach. Stupid coughed and vomited violently before trembling and fainting in his out vomit. As he did, his cohorts exploded in laughter. "Stop that laughin'!" Smart Guy shouted as he shoved Physco and Greasy. Wheezy got the hint and covered his mouth with his hand. They stood there, looking at the unconscious weasel. "Well," Smart Guy muttered, "We definately know it ain't medicine."
~*~
"So 'ow is 'e?" Smart Guy asked the toon doctor an hour later. The toon doctor looked at him before replying, "Well, since he's a toon, he'll heal in a matter of hours, but I took another look at what you fed him."
"I didn't give it to 'im! The idiot drank it like water!" Smart Guy retorted. The doctor sighed and said, "This isn't medicine. It's a pain reliever called 'paracetamol'."
"Para-wha?" Smart Guy asked, coking his head.
"Paracetamol. It's totally legal and accesable, but...it's not mild. If you take too much of it, it could give you liver failure or even death." The doctor explained. Smart Guy felt small beads of sweat form on his head. "So yer tellin' me this stuff ain't medicine?" He asked.
"Far from it, I'm afraid." The doctor said. Smart Guy shook his head, clearing it of thoughts and said, "Well, thanks and g'night."
The doctor nodded and left. When the doctor left, Smart Guy threw his hat on the floor and crashed in a footrest.
What was going on? If Cahit bought the medicine, he was practically serving his parents death on a plate! But why would he want to kill his own parents? Smart Guy cursed and wondered whether he should call Valient&Valient.
"S-Smart Guy?"
He looked up and saw Elmas standing in front of him, rubbing her paws together in a nervous matter. "What?" He asked. "I didn't know," Elmas said, her voice cracking, "I didn't know I was giving my parents the wrong stuff. My brother gave it to me."
Smart Guy was confused at first, until he noticed she wasn't looking him in the eye. Then, he understood. She thought he suspected her. He held his paws out in a comforting way, "S'okay. I don't t'ink you did it. I t'ink your brotha's one twisted wacko, but I don't t'ink it was you."
Elmas looked at him in a relieved way before pulling him in a tight hug. Smart Guy felt his cheeks burn up, and after a minute hesitantly returning the hug. For a minute, Smart Guy thought his arms would get cemented there, but he hesitantly pulled back. He cleared his throat and said, "Alright, enough o' dat mushy bulshtick. We got a job ta do!"
~*~
"So basically, ya t'ink somebody in da family did it?" Smart Guy asked Wheezy a while later. The smoker nodded and lit three fresh cigarettes. "It don't make sense, I know," he rasped, "but it's da only t'ing dat fits. Like, while the doc was talkin' with you, me and Physco did some inspection with da locks. They hadn't been picked."
"So they had to be opened with a house key." Elmas said.
Wheezy pistol-shot her.
"Well then, I guess we found our first suspection." Smart Guy said as he lit another cigar.
Elmas was too excited to correct him. "Who?"
"Yer brotha."
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Post by cutieweasel on Apr 16, 2011 8:17:03 GMT -5
this is awesome ^^
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Post by cutieweasel on Apr 16, 2011 8:25:17 GMT -5
ooooooooooooooh this is getting good keygirl keep up the good work ^^
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Post by disneyplease on Apr 16, 2011 9:53:11 GMT -5
Oh, Poor Stupid  but Still, NICE WORK KeyGirl!!!  DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 16, 2011 10:36:52 GMT -5
Thank you very much, both of u!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 16, 2011 10:37:42 GMT -5
Really? Thank you! What did u like about it?
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Post by disneyplease on Apr 16, 2011 12:01:02 GMT -5
I like how you do Smartguy's character in this story!!!
DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 16, 2011 13:24:59 GMT -5
Why thank you^^do u think I kept him into character?
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 16, 2011 13:35:26 GMT -5
OK, it won't happen again. Sorry. Thanks for the advice.
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Post by cutieweasel on Apr 16, 2011 13:46:24 GMT -5
your welcome  |
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Post by cutieweasel on Apr 16, 2011 13:47:21 GMT -5
i like how you do elmas is pretty amazing ^^
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 17, 2011 3:54:23 GMT -5
Chapter 6
"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," Smart Guy said a while later, "we'll wait for da creep ta make 'is next move. If he does any'ting illimigate, we'll arrest i'm."
"I think you mean 'illegal'." Elmas said glumly.
Smart Guy glared at her weakly and said, "Whateva! Look, let's go home! I'm tired, hungry, and in need of a bath!" Wheezy hacked and nodded quietly. Stupid chuckled stupidly and said, "Duh, dat's when ya go in da tub o' water, right?"
Smart Guy glared at the overweight weasel and commented, "Y'know, I liked ya better when ya were unconscienscous. C'mon."
This time, Elmas didn't bother to correct him. She just shoved her hands in her jeans' pockets and followed the gang out of her home. Physco, for the first time in months, stopped chuckling and stared and her with what looked like concern. He nuzzled her leg and looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. Elmas sighed and hugged him warmly. "What am I gonna do? If my own brother did this, I..." She trailed off and rubbed her eyes.
Smart Guy, who'd been listening, blinked and looked in her direction. She really did seem glum, and for one crazy thought, he actually thought of hugging her in an act of comfort. But then, he shook his head and almost bit himself in disgust. How out of character that would've looked! He was the leader, for Pete's sake! He couldn't afford to look soft!
But still, Smart Guy DID want her to smile again. He'd seen her smile (it sent shivers down his back), and he wanted to see it again. He cleared his throat and straightened his coat. "Why don't we all go dancin' or somethin'? Y'know, like at the Ink 'n' Paint?" He asked, trying to sound casual. The others looked at him as though he's just sprouted a second head. "Boss, we're not allowed to go there. Toons can't go, remember?" Greasy said, arching an eyebrow curiously.
"So we'll wear a disguise! I dunno, wear a big coat or somethin'!" Smart Guy retorted. "Why the sudden interest, boss? I thought ya hated dancing!" Greasy asked suspiciously. "Yeah, well, I changed ma mind!" Smart Guy retorted. He marched to the Toon Patrol van and pulled a long blue-gray coat from the back. "C'mon, we neva do nothin'!" He pressed. Wheezy and Physco glanced at each other but said nothing. Elmas, on the other hand, looked surprised but happier than she had a little while back.
Smart Guy would never admit it, but that smile always made his day.
~*~
Bongo, the huge toon gorilla at the gate, arched an eyebrow at the latest guest. He was an unusually tall guy with a wide-brimmed hat that shaded most of his face. Underneath the brim, the ape could just make out a pair of sunshades and a brown moustache. He wore white, untied sneakers. His long, bulky body was wrapped in a blue-gray coat. "Ya got a name, chump?" He demanded in his deep voice.
"Erm...Baki. My name is Baki Kekilli. I work in the pharmacy on Maple Street." The man said, pulling at his black buttons. Bongo thought this man's voice was far from deep, but still, he looked human. "Alright, but I don't want no trouble." He said.
"Teşekkür ederim*." Baki said before walking (rather clumsily) into the bar (*thank you).
Bongo arched both eyebrows this time but said nothing.
~*~
Smart Guy let out an exagerated gasp of air as Elmas unbuttoned the coat and revealed the whole gang on each other's shoulders. Greasy slid off his boss' back and helped Elmas off his. "Allow me, senorita." He purred. Elmas looked at the ground and took off the hat, sunshades and fake moustache. Wheezy groaned and quickly grabbed five cigarettes from his hat, lighting them all at once and sticking them in his mouth. Physco giggled, rocking back and forth like a chandelier.
"Well guys, we're homefree." Smart Guy announced as he straightened his coat. Elmas smiled at him warmly and nodded. Smart Guy smiled back before saying, "Now common! And if they catch us, run like hell and we should be fine!" Stupid chuckled idiotically and ran straight for the refreshment table. Greasy purred and stroked Elmas' shoulderblades. The Turkish toon let out a small yelp before covering her face with her hair and rushing into the crowd. Smart Guy whistled a tune and stomped on his cohort's foot. "Yeow!" Greasy screamed and grabbed his foot. "Ooops." Smart Guy chuckled and strolled into the crowd. Greasy glared at the pink-wearing weasel before blowing on his foot and sleeking back his hair.
A while passed, and everyone actually had fun. Elmas danced at the music, and Smart Guy kept a close eye on her, smiling the whole way. Physco enjoyed barking and wrestling with some stray dogs that managed to sneak in, and Wheezy broke the ice with a few ladies by sharing his cigarettes with them. Stupid ate everything on the refreshment table, and Greasy spent his time collecting phone numbers.
Then, as Elmas finished her fourth dance, another toon weasel stepped in front of her and whistled at her. Elmas dropped her arms and looked away. "Hey, c'mon baby. Don't be shy!" He said cockily. Smart Guy straightened up.
"What do you want?" Elmas asked. She tried to sound brave, but the question squeaked out. "Hmm, have a little fun with ya, maybe. Especially that pretty mouth of yours." The male weasel said, trying to put a finger under her chin. She jerked it away, squeezing her eyes shut. Smart Guy growled and spat his cigar out, stomping on it.
He roughly tapped the guy on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy," he growled, "that's ma friend yer talkin' to!"
"What?!" The male weasel punched Smart Guy in the nose. "Smart Guy!" Elmas cried out, her hands on her mouth. "C'mon, don't tell me ya like that pipsqueak?" The male said, turning to her. Smart Guy tackled him from behind. In a matter of seconds, the two were wrestling on the floor, punching, clawing, and biting each other the whole way.
Greasy looked in the direction of the commotion and froze when he saw his boss' pink hat fly in the air. "Excuse me, ladies." He said. He ran to the scene, gesturing to Wheezy and Physco to come. Wheezy arched an eyebrow at the scene and inhaled his cigarettes deeply. Then, he blew smoke at Smart Guy's adversary. The male weasel coughed long enough for Smart Guy to give him a good kick in the shins.
Elmas laughed and clapped, but the smile slipped off her face when she saw Bongo come up behind Smart Guy and grab him by the jacket, pulling him up. "Hey, big-nose," he growled in the bleeding weasel's face, "no toons allowed." With that, he marched towards the door, clutching Smart Guy by the collar like a puppy.
Smart Guy screamed as he flew through the air, landing face-first in a metal pole. He groaned and clutched his throbbing nose. "And don't come back!" Bongo shouted, slamming the door behind him. Smart Guy pulled himself in a sitting position and examined the damage. His coat was covered with dust, spilled beer, and cuts. One of his buttons was missing, and the pocket had been ripped clean off. When he looked at his body, he saw that his fur was matted and dusty. Smart Guy closed his eyes and leaned his head on the pole.
A second later, he felt something cold and violet-scented dab his face. "What the--?" He opened his eyes to see Elmas sitting next to him and dabbing his face with a handkerchief. He chuckled nervously and said, "Ya t'ink it'll leave a mark?"
"Well, he gave you a black eye, so I'd say yes." Elmas said quietly. He was about to say something when he noticed a small splash of bright red on the handkercheif. "Where'd dat come from?" He asked nervously.
"Your nose and lip." She answered. Elmas slowed her dabbing and said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For taking me here and defending me from that canavar."
"That whu?"
"Monster."
"Ah." Smart Guy nodded, "Well, it was no problem, toots." He would've said more, but he was cut off by something cool and moist touch his cheek. It took a second for him to realize she was kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you. I'll never forget it." She smiled before continuing to dab his face. He chuckled nervously, fighting back the urge to touch where her lips had just been. "No prob." He said.
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Post by disneyplease on Apr 17, 2011 10:39:33 GMT -5
AWWW
Very Nice KeyGirl!!! ^_^
DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Apr 17, 2011 11:38:28 GMT -5
Thank u^^
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