Loup

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Chapter 3: Stupid's POV

Duh, all of us spend da afternoons in 'r room afta' dat. I usually like playin' with marbles, 'r talkin' with my goldfish, Bobby. But today, I dunno if I could. I was pretty curious 'bout da new girl. She just kinda locked 'erself in 'er room afta' she got 'er weapons.

I guess she was hungry 'r' somethin', cuz I could 'ear 'er moanin' 'n' stuff from my room. I decided ta make 'er a snack, 'cuz I know snacks neva' fail ta make me happy.
So I got a box o' chocolate chip cookies 'n' some milk, and knocked on 'er door. She didn't answer afta' a minute, so I tried ta open da door. It didn't budge, but Loup answered. She had a nail filer in 'er hand, but what I didn't get was dat her nails looked exactly da same.

She was pantin' slightly, and I noticed a lil' blood on 'er lip. Loup gulped 'n' said, "You scared me," I giggled and held out da plate. She smiled and took two of da six that I brought. "Thanks," She smiled, "That was really nice of ya."
I laughed and took da other four, eatin' 'em all at once. I grabbed da glass, when I remembered it was for Loup. I became kinda red an' handed 'er da glass. Loup smiled an' took da glass, drinkin' it down to da last drop. "Thanks again. I can't remember the last time I had cookies." She said.

I gasped. "Were you on a diet?"
Loup winced. "Something like that. Very...meat-based." I frowned, "What's wrong wit' meat?"
"You don't want to know." Loup said, tuckin' some hair behind 'er ear and lookin' away.

I gasped. Her ear was all pointed!

"Yer ear..." I started. Loup frowned at me and touched 'er ear. When she did, her face became da color of a dead fish. "Get out!" She turned away from me and clutched 'er ear like it would fall off. "Are ya an elf?" I asked.
"I SAID GET OUT!" She snapped. Loup was scaring me; her eyes were gettin' all wild, and her voice sounded like a growl. I ran out an' slammed da door behin' me.

~*~

Loup's POV

I ran in front of my mirror and took my hand away from my ear. Stupid had been right; my ear had a pointed tip to it, and some hair was starting to grow.

Like a wolf.

My breathing shallowed as I remembered what Doom had told me a few weeks earlier when I started growing my tail.

"Doom," I had said, "It's starting." Doom smiled at the beginning of my tail and said, "So it has." Then, he looked at me and said, "Well, that means you only have two options, doesn't it? You give in or give up. It only dies if you do."

"I'm not gonna die." I don't know who I was speaking to. I think it was both myself and Doom. I was scared, but no way was I going to let this transformation happen. I couldn't do anything about my tail, but ears are only cartilage, right?

I looked around the room. There had to be SOMETHING sharp; a broken glass, a sharp piece of concrete, anything.
Nothing.
I growled. Then, I got struck by inspiration. I looked at the lamp sitting on my bedstand. Perfect.

I grabbed it and smashed it against a window. There was a loud, shattering noise, followed by splinters of glass flying everywhere. I spread out the pieces and looked for a big one.
I found a nice, sharp one just large enough to fit in my hand. Grinning, I brought the glass to my mirror and aimed the tip to the point of my ear.

OK, this was gonna hurt like hell. But it was necessary.

I winced in anticipating and cut into my ear. The pain was something aweful; I could already feel the cold breeze blowing into the cut, contrasting with the heat radiating from the wound. As if that wasn't enough, I had to put up with the squishing noise of glass through skin.
I didn't stop until the pointed piece of skin was in my hand. I blinked back tears and checked my other ear. Good, it was still normal.

I couldn't help look at the pointed ear tip, and felt fear grip my heart. This meant my time was running out. I trembled a little and threw the skin out the broken window. I would have to come up with something to explain the broken shards, but I wasn't too worried. I just wouldn't let them in my room.

But still, despite all this planning out, I still felt scared. I knew Doom wasn't going to give up on me that easily. I mean, he's made my life a living nightmare since I was 13, and if you don't give up after four years, I doubt you ever do.

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Chapter 4: Greasy's POV

I continued to drill the hole in the wall, grinnin' the whole way. See, I just found out dat Loup's bathroom was on the other side of my bedroom wall, so what else could make my day start out bien?

"What're you doin'?"

I yelped and jumped two feet in the air. I turned to see Wheezy standin' there with two cigarettes in 'is mouth. "U-um..." I started. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Ehhhh..." I said, "I was just...drillin' a hole in the wall. Y'know, ta hang a picture."
Wheezy looked from me to da hole. "Yer peepin' in on Loup, aren'tcha?" He asked. My face flushed; I slapped my paw over my eyes, "Can ya blame me? She's seductor!"
"Yes, I can blame ya. When she finds out, yer dead." Wheezy sounded amused.

I harrumphed and was about ta tell 'im off when I heard da door close next door.

Si!!!!!!!!!!

I hushed Wheezy and peeked through the hole. Loup was in the bathroom, lookin' at 'er arm. She frowned and took out a little booklet, writin' somethin' in it. Then, Loup took...Physco's razor blade! She held it out and slashed her arm slowly and carefully. In a second, blood was drippin' down 'er arm. Loup gulped and ran 'er new cut over the runnin' sink. Then, she took off 'er clothes and went in da shower.

I licked my lips at 'er body; pure muscle, pale as la luna. But when she turned around, I saw she had a long, skinny tail! I panted slightly and looked away.
Wheezy raised both eyebrows at me this time. "What? Did she look like the Wicked Witch o' da West 'r' somethin'?" He joked, puffin' on 'is cigarettes.
"Worse..." I gurgled.

~*~

Later on, I could barely drink my coffee. My brain was replayin' da scene over an' over like a broken disk. Since when did chicas have tails? Or slash themselves? It didn't make no sense.

"G'morning." Loup walked in da kitchen wearin' a pair o' baggy pants and T-shirt. "G'mornin', dollface," Boss grinned at 'er, "Where'd ya get da outfit?"
Wheezy raised 'is hand. "When da secretary ran off a coupla weeks ago, I kept 'er suitcase and tried sellin' it." He explained. Loup frowned as she took some beef jerkey and a mug. "Why would the secretary run off?" She asked.
Here it comes.
Boss chuckled 'n' said, "Why dont'cha ask Greasy?" I shot Boss a look that screamed, 'Why're ya doin' this ta me?!' Boss' look replied, 'Cuz it's fun!'
I sighed an' looked at Loup, who was sittin' at da table, the mug o' coffee in 'er hand. "I pinched her naglas* (*buttocks)." Loup's face reddened. She took a slurp from 'er coffee and ripped a chunk from da jerkey, like she was tryna erase what I said with food. "AND...?" Boss pressed on. I shot him a glare.

"AND I pulled 'er skirt up." I admitted. Loup coughed on 'er coffee an' looked at me like she'd never seen me before. Boss laughed and opened da newspaper. I just groaned and slapped my paw over my face.

~*~

We spent da rest o' da mornin' patrollin'. Sad ta say, it was far from excitin'. Still, it gave me an excuse ta cuddle Loup. She acted like I wasn't there and chatted with Boss instead. It didn't take long before da two were talkin' like nobody was there.
"So doll," Boss said a while later, "I'm gettin' kinda inerested* (*interested) in yer behind story* (*backstory). Where you from?" Loup stiffened, and looked at 'er lap. Boss arched an eyebrow at 'er.

"I don't know." She said finally.
My jaw dropped. "What ya mean, ya don't know?" I asked. Loup smirked at me an' said, "My parents died when I was six. I don't really remember them that well. All I know is that my mom was French and my dad was from Iowa."
"Oh," Boss' grip on da wheel tightened, "I'm sorry."
Loup shook 'er head and smiled, "It's fine. I grew up on the streets for about seven years after that. It wasn't that bad. I learned how to fend for myself, and people accepted me after a while."
"Dat's good." Boss grinned. Then, he frowned. "Wait, how old 'r' ya now? Ya can't be 13." Loup flinched a little when Boss said '13', but she recomposed 'erself a second later.

"You're right. I'm 17. I'll be 18 in about a week." Loup said. Boss turned a left an' said, "But if ya lived in da streets until ya were 13, what were ya doin' da other four years?"
Loup shook 'er head. "I'm sorry, but I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why not?" Boss asked suspiciously.
"It's just not...a good time in my life, OK?" Loup asked. She looked about ready ta cry. Boss' eyes widened when he saw 'er tearin' up, and so did mine. We shared a look 'o' agreement and shut up.

~*~

We got out a while later. 'Parrently, Boss'd rather take 'is chances eatin' out than eat Physco's food (since it was Physco's turn ta cook). I guess that was bien: it was Spanish food, one of my favourites! The whole place looked pretty impressive, even for a human joint. It was called 'La Plata De Nada', and it was fulla pillars, fancy-shmancy velvet curtains, and a coupla flamenco dancers. The second we got in, we were greeted by da smell o' gazpacho, grilled sardines, 'n' haker 'n' cider.

"Duh, let's take a picture!" Stupid announced. I shrugged an' said, "Why not? We ain't got that many anyway." Boss snickered an' took out a camera from 'is jacket, "Alright, ya mugs. Smile." Loup hugged Physco and grinned while I wrapped an arm 'round 'er. I was glad she didn't stiffen 'r' pull away 'r' nothin'. "A'ight, let's get some grub." Boss said, leadin' us to a big table.

As we walked t'wards the table, Loup took Stupid's arm 'n' said, "Look, Stupid, I'm sorry I snapped at you before." Stupid chuckled and said, "No problem. Actually, I don't even remember it that well."
"Better," Loup nodded and led Stupid to the table. I followed, when Daffy Duck called, "Hey, greenie!"

"Ya talkin' ta me?" I demanded. "Yeah, you!" Daffy said, "Look, I've been waitin' an hour for our red beans 'n' rice. But if ya give it now, you're forgiven."
"YOU'RE da one who should apologize," I growled, "'Cuz I ain't a waiter." Then, I walked ta the rest of the patrol. Loup frowned 'n' said, "Anything wrong?"
"Nah, just an imbéciles." I answered. At that moment, Mortimer came ta Daffy 'n' sat down. "So, did the grub come yet?" He asked. Daffy shook 'is head 'n' said, "Nah, ya know Mexicans. Too busy eatin' tacos to notice anything."

Loup scoffed. I swear my ears were burnin'. Mortimer laughed and slapped Daffy a high-five. "Tell me about it! Like, how all of 'em 'r' midgets, and they have so many kids ya could fill a tub with 'em!" Boss shot the two a death glare, but they were too busy laughin' at my people ta notice.
"And ya know why?" Daffy asked, chucklin'.
"BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL PERVS!" They both said at the same time. Loup shook 'er head and rose. "No, senorita!" I called.

Too late. The crazy dame was on 'er way to the table. She put 'er hands on 'er hips an' growled, "What the HELL are you two doing in a Spanish restaurant?"
"Ta eat." Mortimer answered.
"Y'know, not all Mexicans are short." Loup growled at im. Daffy went 'oooooh' mockin'ly 'n' said, "Da dame's mad at ya."
Boss got up and marched t'wards Loup. "C'mon, Loup. They ain't worth it." He said. "Yeah, that's right. Take yer little b*tch outta 'ere." Daffy waved at Boss.
"Fine, let's just get away from these d*nm racists." Loup growled. Mortimer got up and slammed his fist on da table. "What did you just say?!" He demanded. "I simply called you by what you are." Loup said cooly. I sure wanted ta give the broad a standin' ovation.

Mortimer growled and tried to punch 'er, but Boss grabbed 'is fist and pulled it. Mortimer went flyin' to da ground, and Boss aimed 'is switchblade at 'im. When Daffy tried ta get up, Loup slammed both fists on the table and bared 'er teeth at 'im. Even from a distance, I was gettin' pretty scared. "Please don't hit me." Daffy whimpered. Loup stood there b'fore smackin' 'im in da face 'n' marchin' outta there. Boss kicked Mortimer 'n' followed 'er.

When she sat down again, I tapped 'er on da shoulder. "Gracias." I grinned sheepishly. "De nada." Loup answered, lookin' at da menu. She looked up at me again and said, "But I want that hole closed."

My face burned up. "Right." Wheezy shot me a look, but I blocked it out with my own menu.

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Chapter 5: Smart Guy's POV

So yeah, da six o' us went home afta' eatin'. I gotta say, afta' da Mortimer and Daffy scene, I kinda lost my appetizer* (*appetite), but still, who can reject nachos?

Anyway, as Wheeze drove us home, I noticed Loup lookin' at 'er arm. "Hey."
Loup quickly put 'er arm down, but I grabbed it and held it close ta my eyes. There was a whole row o' cuts on it, and several punctuations* (*punctures), too! "What da hell happened ta ya?!" I demanded. "Don't worry about it!" Loup yanked 'er arm away. "Whaddoya mean, don't worry?! Look at yer arm!" I shouted. "I said don't worry about it, OK? It's not yer problem!" Loup snapped.
"Who?"
Loup sighed an' ran a hand through 'er hair. "It's the four year thing." She said finally.

"...Oh." I slumped back in my seat and lit a cigar. This wasn't a broad; it was an anima* (*enigma)! "Well, whatever it is, I'm gonna need a betta' explanation. This whole 4-year t'ing ain't gonna save ya foreva'." i said. Good. Set some boundaries. Lay da ground rules. I was so busy, I didn't realize da pushpin I left on my seat.

Dat is, until I pressed my thumb on it!

"Yeow!" I stuck my thumb in my mouth, suckin' at da puncture. "You OK, boss?" Wheezy asked between hacks. "Yeah yeah," I said, "Just a lil' cut." I held my thumb out. Sure enough, a fat drop o' blood was formin' on da wound.
Loup started sniffin' da air and closed 'er eyes. She leaned t'wards my paw and sniffed deeply. She kinda reminded me of Stupid whenever we passed da doughnut shop. Only, on 'er, it was a lot more disturbin'.
Wheezy was starin', too. "Are you sniffin' Boss?"
Loup froze, 'n' 'er eyes popped open. "Sorry." She turned away. Wheezy an' I exchanged a look.

We were gonna need ta talk about this.

~*~

"So da dame 'as a tail." I said bluntly. I us'lly* (*usually) don't talk dat lamely* (*lame), but Greasy was startin' ta creep me out. Greasy nodded 'n' said, "Yeah. A tail. Like a long, skinny one."
"And ya came ta know this...how?" I asked suspiciously. Greasy pulled 'is hat over 'is eyes 'n' said, "I drilled a hole in 'er bathroom wall."
"Figures." I muttered. I cleared my throat 'n' said, "Now, I t'ink we can conclusionate* (*conclude) dat Loup ain't human."
Da mugs nodded. I nodded 'n' said, "So, I don't t'ink we should keep 'er 'ere."
"No!" Physco squeaked. We all turned ta 'im. WHAT did 'e just say?

"What?" I demanded.
"I like 'er." Physco whimpered. He was gettin' ta me with those puppy eyes, but no! No way was he gettin' 'is way AGAIN! "No! Absolutely not! She ain't stayin'!" I shouted, foldin' my arms. Physco started makin' snifflin' and whimperin' noises, and it didn't help dat Stupid joined in!

I groaned. "ALRIGHT!" I shouted, "But she does one t'ing I don't like and out she goes!" Stupid 'n' Physco cheered and slapped a high-five. I groaned 'n' rubbed my face. I really, REALLY needed ta work on my resistance ta da puppydog faces.

~*~

Da next mornin' I woke up early ta finish da paperwork. Seriously, who invented paperwork?! Once I find dat sucka', I'll punch 'im in da nose!
Anyways, while I was walkin' outta my room, I tripped ova'* (*over) an empty carton o' chocolates.
I growled, "Stupid."
Swell. Now I needed ta go get some more...FOR DA FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK! NO WONDER DA GUY WAS A LARD-A**!

I pulled my coat on and slapped on my hat. As I grabbed my wallet, I bumped into somebody. "Loup!" I snapped, "What're ya doin' at dis hour?!"
"Couldn't sleep." Loup said, rubbin' 'er arm. "Nightmares." I nodded. Da four-year-thing again, no doubt. "Look, I ain't got time for dis. I gotta go buy some more chocolates, 'cuz Stupid's too, well, STUPID ta leave any for us!"
"Can I come?" Loup asked, "I just haven't been out that much, so I wanna, y'know, leave the house." I guess I could cope wit' dat. I already start fellin' nervous afta' an hour o' bein' inside.

I grabbed da keys an' gestured for Lupe ta follow.

~*~

A while lata', we were walkin' outta da store wit' four bags o' chocolates each! I dunno what's gonna 'appen first, Stupid eatin' 'em or 'em goin' stale!
Loup was carryin' 'er bags just fine, until she saw somethin'. Then, she gasped 'n' dropped 'em. "Hey, what gives?" I snapped. Loup looked back at me and quickly re-collected da stuff. "Sorry," She said, "I was just...looking at something."
"What?" I looked at where she'd been lookin'.

All I saw was some posta'* (*poster) readin' 'Annual Youth Dance Competition! For Ages 15+! Prize is $2,000!'
My jaw dropped. "2,000 bucks?!" I pushed Loup a lil'. "What're ya waitin' for?! Sign up!"
"I--I can't." She rubbed 'er arm. "Dancing is something I do when I'm alone. I can't do it in front of an audience! Besides," she rubbed da back o' her pants, "The less people see me, the better."
I was about ta say somethin' when Barbie showed up, her arm 'round Ken 'n' all. "Oooh, Ken, look! A dance competition! Can I sign up, please?" She pleased*(*pleaded).

I seriously wanted ta puke.
Ken sighed. I couldn't blame da guy; dat chick was annoyin'. "Alright, my flower." He handed her a glittery pink pen. She clapped 'er hands in delight and signed 'er name. She was about ta sign, when she saw Loup. Den, she signed 'er name in suchbig handwritin' it took up near da whole page. She flashed us a big phony grin before handin' da pen back ta Ken and pullin' 'im ta da shoe store.

All I could t'ink was: what a wimp.

Loup growled, 'n' her hands tightened inta* (*into) fists. "Do you have a pen?" She asked me. I grinned an' took out my foutain pen (neva' know when a dame's gonna want yer phone number). She took it 'n' signed 'er name.
I grinned at 'er. "I'm proud of ya, doll." She hugged me tightly an' whispered, "Thank you." When she let go 'n' walked off, I stood there feelin' all warm inside.

If this is what infection* (*affection) feels like, I could get used to it!

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Chapter 6: Doom's POV

Loup.
Her transformation should be progressing. When she left, her tail nearly reached her knees and she loved the smell of blood. I had spent today and the whole of yesterday looking for her, without luck. Maybe if I had the Toon Patrol track her down, she would be back in the basement, but it was the weekend: their days off.

Still, no point upsetting myself. She would have to realize she belonged with me. To feed on my enemies. To do exactly as I say.

I smiled. I still remembered meeting the girl's pathetic mother. When I saw her, I knew she'd make a perfect weapon.
She'd been pregnant; near delivery, actually. Her husband hadn't been around, so it was easier to present my deal. I offered her help in delivering the child; in exchange, she would let herself get the curse. The ultimate life-changing infection. Of course, the woman rejected my offer.

I'd like to say I took it well. I grabbed my needle filled with monkshood (since I had expected her to agree) and injected her. She screamed and slapped me in the face. I had a bruise the size of a walnut afterwards, but deep down, I was pleased. Once you're injected, nothing stops it. Of course, it works faster on adults, so within days I could see her changing. I didn't look for another weapon; why should I if her transformation, no matter how long it took, was going to happen?

I kept spying on them for a good six years after that, when, well, the father forgot to lock her away one night and she ate him like a strip of bacon. The little brat (a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes) had been out, so when she came back home, she thought her parents had been killed. She ran off and lived on the streets.

Who cared? I needed to find her mother. She was transformed, so I practically had my weapon in the bag! Only problem was that the monster got killed by a policeman when she was looking for some dinner.

Pathetic way of dying if you ask me.

Anyway, I watched the little girl. She had some monkshood in her blood, but after another six years of tense, bitter waiting, I realized she had too little in her bloodstream to change! It's all about quantity.

So, I tried to capture her. I must say, she proved much more difficult than her mother. The girl either walked right through my traps, broke out, or simply walked around them!
But finally, about a year later, I finally caught her. I dragged her back to my home and strapped her to a chair.

That was when the treatments started.
Every day, I injected her with monkshood and tested it afterwards. I locked her in the basement afterwards. Since she was a minor, it didn't work at once.

But by the time she turned 17, I started seing some decent results. Her teeth were getting sharper and longer, and whenever I cut her arm or leg, it healed in a matter of hours! That's another trait in werewolves: their speed of healing is something incredible! When she finally started getting her tail, I was thrilled. I was going to have my weapon! My ultimate defence-and-offence-system!

But then, she escaped.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. So much for cheering myself up.

~*~

Physco's POV

Heeeeheeeeheeee!

Loup was dancin'! Yep, right now, at 2:00 in da afta'noon, Greasy was teachin' Loup howtta move it! I couldn't hold it in, especially since I was drinkin' my special drink: Pepsi, Fanta, and coffee all swirled togetha' in sugary goodness. Wheezy tried ta take it away, but who cared if it made me a teensy bit hyper? I wanted ta see Loup dance!

Just seein' 'er spin, jump, and step like that, made me half-drop my drink and clap like crazy.

Crazy. Physco. Never gets old. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehee!

"Bien, miu bien!" Greasy said, clappin'. "Now, if ya REALLY wanna blow da audience away, strip."
Strip. Hahahahah! Now THAT was funny!
I felt someone hit me on da head. "Ya know what I said 'bout laughin'!" Boss whispered. Loup looked about ready ta puke. "Excuse me?" She asked.
"Well not completely!" Greasy said quickly. Loup folded 'er arms an' said, "No way. I'll let you teach me some new moves, but no stripping!"

Greasy actually looked disappointed. What he did next REALLY gave me da giggles: he turned 'round an' pulled a camera outta 'is pocket! Then, he tossed it aside.

"Heeeeeeeeeeheeheheheheheh!" I pointed at 'im and covered my eyes. I could already feel da swirls in 'em get faster. Loup stared at me for a sec before snickerin' and rufflin' my hair. 'Course, it didn't really change da way it was, but it did feel nice!

"What're ya gonna be dancin', anyway?" Wheezy asked, handin' me a smoke. I giggled an' stuck it in my mouth. I could already smell da tobacco, and it felt kinda cushiony. Wheezy lit it for me b'fore lightin' 'is.
Loup smiled kinda timidly an' said, "Well, I wanted to dance something that fits."
Boss raised both eyebrows an' grinned at 'er. "I'd like ta see dat." He said. Loup's eyes widened. "Oh, no, um--"

"AWW, C'MON!" Stupid an' I both whined at da same time. It finished wit' me hackin' on my cig. Wheezy rolled 'is eyes 'n' plucked it outta my mouth.
Loup looked at all 'o us before noddin'. She went ta da record player 'n' put a disk in. Den, she gestured ta Grease ta make some space. He took da camera an' moved.

Den, she curled up in a lil' ball on da floor.

Da music started. It sounded kinda like sirens, blowin' once, twice, thrice, four times. With each time, Loup slowly moved. By da time da rythm was playin', she still 'ad 'er head bowed but 'er arms were wavin' like a bird's.

Den, da words came out:

Eyes black, big paws ('ere she glared at da audience an' swung imagin'ry claws at somethin')
Its poison and[
Its blood (she rubbed 'er arms like she got chicken-bumps)
Big fire, big burn (she held 'er arms up, like callin' ta da sky 'r' somethin')
Into the ashes (she stooped on 'er knees)
And no return

As da music went, 'Wooooooooooo' four times, Loup did lotsa cool swirls, 'n' 'er hands moved like flutterin' birds.

Den, she stopped da disk 'n' faced us, a grin on 'er face. "So, whaddoya think?" She asked. Boss sat there blinkin', while Wheezy actually dropped 'is cigs! Greasy was standin' der wit' five 'r' six pictures, but when 'e saw Loup glarin' at 'im, 'e grinned sheepishly 'n' stuffed 'em in 'is pockets.

"Wow..." Boss whistled, "Dat was...apoundin'* (astoundin')." He grinned, "I'm impressed." Loup chuckled 'n' wiped some hair from 'er eyes, "Do you think I'll win?"
"Are ya kiddin' me?" Boss said, "You're gonna kick Barbie's a** from Vancouver 'n' back!"

Loup giggled. Me, I was just glad ta have an excuse ta laugh. Only problem was, when I did, I got anotha' bonk on da head!

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Chapter 7: Smart Guy's POV

So yeah, da competition was s'possed ta start at 3:00 p.m. I'd like ta say da whole day went smoothly, but of curse* (*course), it didn't.
It started goin' downmill* (*downhill) in da mornin', when da alarm clock went off...at noon!

"GET UP YA MUGS!" I jumped outta my bed an' slapped on my hat. As I put on my jacket, Greasy, wit' a rubber female doll da size of a 4th-Grader, came in an' groaned. "Boss, whatsa matta'?" He asked.
"I'll tell ya what's wrong!" I snapped, "We're runnin' d*mn late!"

Grease stared at me for a sec before lookin' all surprised. "Ya mean...da dance competition?!"
"No, da world premiere of GREASY IS A MORON! YES DA COMPETITION! MOVVIT!" I screamed. Loup, who was holdin' a snoozin' Physco, asked, "Smart Guy, what the--?"

"DO I HAFTA SPOONFEED IT TA EVERYBODY?!" I shouted, "GET READY!" Loup's eyes popped open. She handed Physco ta Greasy an' ran into da bathroom.

I ran inta* (*into) Wheezy's room an' was greeted by da still* (*stale) smell o' cigs. Da whole room was dark, and clothes were coverin' da floor. I could make out some smoke floatin' from outta da covers.

I rolled my eyes. Oh sure, smoke but don't wake ev'rybody up!

"Wheezy, c'mon, we're goin' ta da dancin' competition!" I rubbed my hands together. Wheezy groaned 'n' said, "Ten more minutes."
"No, NOW!" I grabbed 'is feet 'n' started pullin'. Only problem was, 'e grabbed 'is bedframe an' clung on like a koala!

I pulled 'n' pulled, but da smokin' b*stard was strong! I let go 'n' shouted, "I have had it!"
"That makes two of us!" Wheezy shouted.

"Hey, what's going on?" Loup barged in wearin' a blue bathrobe 'n' a towel turban-style. "Chimney boy ain't movin'!" I snapped, foldin' my arms. Loup rolled 'er eyes at me an' leaned forward. I half-expected 'er ta kiss da moron, but I heard 'er whisperin' somethin'.

Then, I heard Wheezy muttered, "Fine, but I'm doing this only for you." Loup smiled and have 'is head a quick hug b'fore sayin' ta me, "He'll be with you in a moment."

"Wha..." Dat wasn't what I wanted ta say. What I really wanted ta say was, 'Since when does Wheeze listen ta you?!' Not dat it mattered much anyways; she was already out da door!

~*~

"YOU COMIN', DAME?!" I honked on da horn while Greasy 'n' Wheezy put in da spare wheel. Da door was still, until Loup called, "Drumroll, please."
"Ihihihihihihi! Drumrooooll!" Physco grabbed two pots (where'd he get those?!) and started drummin' so hard we all groaned 'n' tapped 'r' ears.

Den, Loup stepped out.
Greasy's eyes got all heart-shaped, an' 'e started droolin'. I could hardly bame* (*blame) da guy; she looked hawt* (*hot)!

Her hair had been lighlighted* (highlighted) wit' white, an' she was wearin' somethin' tight so we could actu'lly see 'er form. Even 'er eyes looked different; dey* (*they) were at least twice as big 's b'fore, an' da whites were gone. Instead, dere* (*there) were big, blues dere.
Literally. Like a wolf's.

Greasy whistled and howled. Even Physco shot 'im a look. "I LOVE THIS CHICK!" Grease shouted 'n' took Loup's picta'. She b'came red like a poppy, but got ov'r it an' slapped Grease on da shoulda'.

"A'ight, ya mugs. Let's get dis movie on da road." I turned da key in. "Don't you mean 'show'?" Stupid asked while da others climbed in. "Ugh, whateva'!" I slammed on da pedals.

Nothin'.

"What da--?" I checked da gas. It was empty like Goldilock's head. I growled 'n' said, "Greasy....WHY is gas missin'?"
Da guy's face went from dark brown ta dead-white. "Um..." He rubbed 'is neck, "It leaked?"
"CUZ YA FORGOT, YA BLOCKHEAD!" I screamed. Loup groaned an' slapped 'er hands over 'er ears. I guessed I'd betta' shaddup. I mean, wit' her 'changin' an' all, ya never know how good 'er hearin' can get. "Look, I'm sorry! But...but this type of car has more than one option! Just push it off a hill an' we're fine!" Grease sounded desperate, but I guessed he had a point.

"What if we ain't got a hill?" I asked.
Grease grinned.

~*~

"Everybody PUSH!" I heard 'im cry a coupla minutes later from da back. In a second, ev'rybody was pushin'; I could ac'lly* (*actually) hear 'em wheezin' and pantin'. I watched from da mirror, just ta be sure.

Loup was definately puttin' some backbone in it; she was gruntin' somethin' awful, 'n' I act'lly SAW 'er teeth grow, an' her muscles rippled. I even caught a himpse* (glimpse) of dat tail I'd heard about it.
Dang.

Finally, we were movin'. In a sec, we 'ad lift-off! "Ev'rybody get in! NOW!" I shouted. Grease, who'd stayed in, opened da back door.

From da window, I saw Wheeze hackin' an' coughin' but stop pushin' 'n' run t'wards me. Den, with another whack* (*hack), 'e opened da door an' climbed in next ta me. Den, Stupid started runnin'. Problem? His d*mn shoelaces nearly got 'im tripped. I heard Greasy grope* (*groan), 'n' I saw 'is green sleeve pull Stupid in. Den, Physco went on all fours 'n' ran t'wards da openin' 'is tongue flappin' 'round like a dog. Finally, 'e hopped in.

"LOUP! GET IN!" I shouted. "C'MON, LOUP! YA CAN DO IT!" Wheezy shouted, clappin' 'is hands tageda* (*together). "VAMONOS, SENORITA!" Greasy shouted. Loup let out a really, REALLY scary roar 'n' dropped on all fours.

Now DER* (*there) was a sight ya didn't see a lot!

Wheeze opened da door an' held 'is paw out. Loup panted an' ran harder 'il she fin'lly grabbed it. Wheezy pulled 'er in. "Woohoo!" Physco called from da back. Even I couldn't help slap Wheezy an' Loup a high-five. Loup, though, didn't look too happy.

"What's wrong, doll?" I asked, "Ya should be happy. We made it!"
"Yeah," she thraced* (*traced) 'er hand over da cut I'd seen on 'er b'fore. It was completely healed!

Cripes.

"Hey," Wheezy put a hand on 'er shoulder, "What's wrong?" Loup wiped 'er eyes 'n' said, "Nothin', I just..." she turned ta me 'n' Wheeze 'n' said, "...never thought I'd get friends." Then, she hugged Wheezy. Da dude sat dere* (*there) like a dope b'fore fin'lly returnin' da gesture. Den, she hugged me.

Dat made me go right in fronna* (*front of) anotha' car! Da car skidded ta a stop. A Toon cat poked 'is head out 'n' shouted, "Watch it, Pinko!"
"You watch it, Kitty-Litter!" I shouted back. I turned ta Loup 'n' said, "T'anks for da huggle, but next time...not on da road, OK?"

"OK." Loup nodded, grinnin' kinda sheepishly.

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