Post by Sodapop on Mar 31, 2008 11:56:20 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own the Toon Patrol or the idea of the Toon Nation OR any ther charactors except me and Snicker. So that's that!!!
CHAPTER 1.
August 15, 2006, 11:45 PM
I looked down at my unfinnished sketch, pencil still in my hand. I turned to look out the window and sighed, gazing up into the starry heavens. Would it work?
Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm Keith West, future cartoon animator. I look okay, with long chesnut hair and dark blue eyes, thin lips, skinny as a toothpick. Right now I was going to extreme, my brain on hyperdrive. In a few moments, I became concious of a headache.
But I mean, who wouldn't have one? When you're thinking what I'm thinking, doing what I'm doing, and freaking out mentally at the same time, I'd bet you'd have a migrane.
Heh, right now, I bet you think I'm nuts. Getting a migrane from drawing? Naw. I was just drawing, and when I paint my sketches, I'd just be painting. But when I coated it with- Ooh, boy. But will it work?
Slowly I shook my head and began to sketch again. By the time I finished, I felt my brain ready to go SPLAT.
As I opened the box by me to get the paint, I glanced at a jar full of a strange, funny smelling liquid. I couldn't wait to spread that clear liquid across my sketches. I open a jar of paint and painted quickly and accurately.
As soon as the paint dried, I went to pick up the jar. I stared at it, felt the cool glass on my hands.
"Dude."
"WAAAAAAH!!!" I screamed, almost dropping the jar. I whirled around and breathed a sigh of relief. "Snicker!"
Snicker chuckled. "So, what's up? What's with the jar that smells like roasted onions and that disgusting flu medicine mixed togather?"
I sighed. "Pleeeeeease leave me alone. You know I hate it when you sneak up on me," I tried not to whine. Snicker just rolled his eyes, so I gave him my steel no-nonsense look. He then hurried out of my room.
I went back to my paintings and opened the jar. I peered inside. Then I cautiously started pouring the magic liquid over the paper. Over the painted sketches of the Toon Patrol.
Five minues later, five weasels were standing in my room, rubbing their heads.
"Huh? Whuh happened?" asked Smart Ass groggily. He hadn't opened his eyes yet.
I knew, from past experience, that I might have just created clones, so, just to be extra careful, I pinned Smart Ass to the wall.
"Who are you and who's Edward Vailiant?" I asked threateningly.
"What?"
"What is your name and who is Edward Valiant?" I asked again, this time louder. The other weasels were watching us sleepily, perhaps thinking they were dreaming. That they'd wake up any second. Man, were they wrong on that.
"Uh.... Smart Ass and he's a evil Toon Detective that likes to murder innocent weasels?" Smart Ass replied. He now had opened one eye. When he saw the person pinning him up against the wall was a 13-year-old, he made the universal face that clearly said, "What the @#$%
".
"That works," I said. I unpinned him, making him fall and hit head. I quickly pulled Smart Ass up. He was now fully awake and looked startled, backing away from me slowly, toward his allies.
"And just who are you?"
"I'd consider myself a very dear friend."
Greasy looked me up and down. "Well, I have never seen you before."
I smiled. "Me neither, but in a way I have."
"Ok, ok, quit it with the @#$% riddles! Who, in the name of the Lord, are you?!" Smart Ass shouted, annoyed.
Just then Snicker walked into the room. He must have heard Smart Ass, because he saluted and said loudly, "Sir Snicker Hyena, at your service!"
Then we all made "What the @#$%" faces at eachother.
TA-DA!!! My first chapter. Hope you like it! ;D
CHAPTER 1.
August 15, 2006, 11:45 PM
I looked down at my unfinnished sketch, pencil still in my hand. I turned to look out the window and sighed, gazing up into the starry heavens. Would it work?
Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm Keith West, future cartoon animator. I look okay, with long chesnut hair and dark blue eyes, thin lips, skinny as a toothpick. Right now I was going to extreme, my brain on hyperdrive. In a few moments, I became concious of a headache.
But I mean, who wouldn't have one? When you're thinking what I'm thinking, doing what I'm doing, and freaking out mentally at the same time, I'd bet you'd have a migrane.
Heh, right now, I bet you think I'm nuts. Getting a migrane from drawing? Naw. I was just drawing, and when I paint my sketches, I'd just be painting. But when I coated it with- Ooh, boy. But will it work?
Slowly I shook my head and began to sketch again. By the time I finished, I felt my brain ready to go SPLAT.
As I opened the box by me to get the paint, I glanced at a jar full of a strange, funny smelling liquid. I couldn't wait to spread that clear liquid across my sketches. I open a jar of paint and painted quickly and accurately.
As soon as the paint dried, I went to pick up the jar. I stared at it, felt the cool glass on my hands.
"Dude."
"WAAAAAAH!!!" I screamed, almost dropping the jar. I whirled around and breathed a sigh of relief. "Snicker!"
Snicker chuckled. "So, what's up? What's with the jar that smells like roasted onions and that disgusting flu medicine mixed togather?"
I sighed. "Pleeeeeease leave me alone. You know I hate it when you sneak up on me," I tried not to whine. Snicker just rolled his eyes, so I gave him my steel no-nonsense look. He then hurried out of my room.
I went back to my paintings and opened the jar. I peered inside. Then I cautiously started pouring the magic liquid over the paper. Over the painted sketches of the Toon Patrol.
Five minues later, five weasels were standing in my room, rubbing their heads.
"Huh? Whuh happened?" asked Smart Ass groggily. He hadn't opened his eyes yet.
I knew, from past experience, that I might have just created clones, so, just to be extra careful, I pinned Smart Ass to the wall.
"Who are you and who's Edward Vailiant?" I asked threateningly.
"What?"
"What is your name and who is Edward Valiant?" I asked again, this time louder. The other weasels were watching us sleepily, perhaps thinking they were dreaming. That they'd wake up any second. Man, were they wrong on that.
"Uh.... Smart Ass and he's a evil Toon Detective that likes to murder innocent weasels?" Smart Ass replied. He now had opened one eye. When he saw the person pinning him up against the wall was a 13-year-old, he made the universal face that clearly said, "What the @#$%
"."That works," I said. I unpinned him, making him fall and hit head. I quickly pulled Smart Ass up. He was now fully awake and looked startled, backing away from me slowly, toward his allies.
"And just who are you?"
"I'd consider myself a very dear friend."
Greasy looked me up and down. "Well, I have never seen you before."
I smiled. "Me neither, but in a way I have."
"Ok, ok, quit it with the @#$% riddles! Who, in the name of the Lord, are you?!" Smart Ass shouted, annoyed.
Just then Snicker walked into the room. He must have heard Smart Ass, because he saluted and said loudly, "Sir Snicker Hyena, at your service!"
Then we all made "What the @#$%
" faces at eachother.TA-DA!!! My first chapter. Hope you like it! ;D
