Dimensional Clash: The Invisible Hand

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Re: Dimensional Clash: The Invisible Hand

Post by ToadRopes on Sat Nov 14, 2015 4:42 pm

JACKDODO FIGHT

The Jackdodo screeched as the drill bored into its arm, sending flesh and blood spewing everywhere. The animal was no more durable than any other animal, and perished. It fell limp.

JACKDODO DEFEATED.

Lofty

"...So you're part of an entire family of heavy construction equipment?" Fat Guy asked, leaning against a mushroom. "That sounds cool."

"We always have jobs to do. It's our lifestyle," Lofty replied, smiling at Fat Guy. "Muck and Scoop push and dig, Roley flattens, Dizzy mixes, and I... well, I usually lift things."

"Do you ever get, like, a wrecking ball and smash stuff?"

"I was afraid you were going to ask that," Lofty mumbled, his smile disappearing.

"Why?"

"I don't like using the wrecking ball. What if I accidentally break something I wasn't supposed to? What if I hurt someone?"

"Well," Fat Guy replied, "I'd imagine that there are safety procedures in place to keep anyone from catching a wrecking ball to the face. People generally want to prevent that from happening."

"One time it got all tangled around my arm," Lofty said. "It was embarassing; I swung the ball too much."

"Good heavens, sounds like a nightmare," Fat Guy remarked.

"It was; it took hours to untangle!"

Fat Guy nodded. "I can imagine."

Fat Guy then turned to the caterpillar. "Mind if I pocket some of this 'shroom? It reminds me of home."

The caterpillar puffed a "N-O-T A-T A-L-L" then explained that the stalk on his left shrunk the consumer and the stalk on his right grew the consumer.

Fat Guy said his thanks and ripped pieces off the stalk and put them into separate pockets on his cloak. He took a few more pieces for good measure.

"Wait, not so much--"

The mushroom wobbled, creaked, and then bent over from the weight of the Caterpillar, depositing him on the ground next to the mushroom, his legs sticking into the air, the pipe of his hookah hanging out his mouth.

"O-U-C-H," he smoked.

"Where are the others?" Lofty asked.

"I don't know," Fat Guy replied, shoving the mushroom into his pockets. "I hope they're safe, wherever they--"

A shadow passed over them, leaving both of them with an ominous chill.

"...what was that?" Fat Guy asked.

Lofty had fainted.

"Aw, geez."

Dark Meta Knight

Dark Meta Knight soared into the Tulgey Wood and alighted on a branch overlooking a horde of jabberwocky all harnessed with impromptu harnesses, with a shadowy father figure standing atop the largest.

Father turned towards Dark Meta Knight and chewed on his pipe. He narrowed his glowing eyes at Dark Meta Knight, then addressed him directly:

"Now, who are you?"

"I am he who burns with a desire for vengeance," Dark Meta Knight said, his face hidden in shadow. "I am--"

"Give me a straight answer," Father snapped. "I'm a busy man, I don't have time for this dilly-dallying."

"Fine. I am Dark Meta Knight. My heart burns with hatred and rage. I desire vengeance."

"What do you have to offer me? Do not waste my time. I am busy formulating my designs for indoctrination, discipline, and domination."

Dark Meta Knight glared hungrily at Father. "Perhaps I may reach my own goals of vengeance should I help you ascend to domination."

Father questioned the logic of this, but humored Dark Meta Knight and allowed him to continue to speak.

"I am a swordmaster; my fury lies in every strike. I yearn for power. The power to destroy my enemies."

"What a coincidence! So do I," Father said. "But let me make this clear. If you get in my way... I'll see to it that you are quickly punished."

"I cannot see how my goals will conflict with yours," Dark Meta Knight replied, "as I seek vengeance while you seek control."

"Perhaps we can manage to not get at each others' throats, then?" Father asked, rearing his Jabberwock mount to face Dark Meta Knight.

"Perhaps," said Dark Meta Knight.

They shook, and a chill ran through the air.

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Post by ToadRopes on Thu Nov 19, 2015 6:54 pm

The Trial

"In a Criminal Justice system, There are crimes that are particulary ridiculous, The good people of Wonderland handle them, these are their stories". Slapstick imitated a sound like a gavel striking with his mouth.
"Will you knock that off!" growled one of the guards that were holding the cage escorting him to the trial.

Scraps looked over from the witness box, and noted that there were not one but two defendants. In addition to Slapstick, the Knave of Hearts had been put on trial, and the Court of Hearts had the mind to have both trials at the same time. Why? Perhaps to save time. A certain white rabbit would appreciate that. (Or maybe an insane blue felt clock puppet but the time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things.) The witnesses were packed into one corner of the room, and the jury on the other. The jury all consisted of anthropomorphic animals holding slates and chalk, poised to take notes. At the front, King and Queen stood, the queen towering over the courtroom as she was the judge in this situation (at least until Slapstick opened his yapper, I suppose). The judge's box was ten feet high and raised higher than either the witness box or the jury box. On either side of the judge's box were two booths, one for the defendant, and one for the witness; neither witness had an attorney present. The Knave of Hearts nervously twiddled his index fingers.

Scraps remembered that the guards had dragged her and Pyro off to the courtroom and rather unceremoniously plopped them into the witness box. (Scraps was upside down.) The courtroom was high (but no higher than fifty feet, there were rules against that) and with Scraps staring up between her legs and at the ceiling, it seemed to stretch higher (though Scraps didn't have any blood to rush to her head). She managed to slip herself into an upright position. She grabbed the railing, then leaned over, spotting Cordelia a few seats away. Scraps broke into a wide grin and frantically waved her left arm. Cordelia gave Scraps a nod of acknowledgement. Scraps then turned back towards the front of the courtroom and grew a bit steamed watching Slapstick at the jury box.

Pyro seeing Slapstick being brought in waved, seemingly unaware of the graveness of the situation, very roughly slammed down next to the knight and handcuffed to the stand, Slapstick was released from his barred confines.

With his elbow he nudged the Knave of Hearts, "Glad to see they brought out all the stops aye?"

The Knave said nothing, but swallowed a lump in his throat.

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!" bellowed the Queen of Hearts.

"WHAT?!" Scraps shouted incredulously. "We haven't even started the TRIAL yet!!!"

"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?!" roared the Queen.

"She has a point," the King of Hearts whispered.

"Everyone knows that it's sentence before verdict! That's the way justice has always been!" the Queen roared. "Now that the verdict has been given, we can begin the trial."

TRIAL START!!!



Slapstick appeared to clear his throat, when in reality he was stiffiling a giggle," I choose to be represented by THAT MAN!"

The courtroom door swung open rather dramatically, revaling Slapstick, only it wasn't Slapstick; his unruly Purple hair had been combed back neatly, he wore a expensive looking suit and tie, and he had on a thin pair of glasses, that "accentuated" his "smartness". He carried a professional looking briefcase as he strode up to the stands, Slapstick grinned at his lawyer, his defender took his place,

"Ahem my client Mister Slapstick has been charged with first degree attempted herbicide, as well as Slashing and Dashing, Today we will either prove these accusations right or left."

The lawyer smoothed his expensive looking suit, seemingly deep in thought.

"I call Slapstick to the stand!" the Lawyer said pointing at himself.

Slapstick slipped his left leg quite simply out of the chain and walked over setting himself in front of the stand.

"So Mister Slapstick" the Lawyer began striding by his client, with an air of importance "Did you do it?"

"Wait, wait, hold on," Scraps said, holding up her palms. "Are you the prosecutor or the attorney?" She had caught on, and gave both Slapsticks a wink.

Slapstick gave a tiny wink back, before leaning over the microphone and stating "No".

The Lawyer put up his hands for dramatic effect, "Ladies and Gentlemen there you have it, I can think of no reason to keep this man an-"

"NOT SO FAST!" yelled a voice from across the room and in strode a Third Slapstick,this one like the lawyer was dressed in a suit yet this one had a bright red suit, and a neatly trimmed goatee, "What has this Court gone sane!" the new Slapstick strode up clearly annoyed giving the other two Slap's a snide grin, "We cannot simply allow the testimony of one person to make innocent the accused!"

The 2nd lawyer rolled his eyes at the first Lawyer, "Geez where did you study Blunderland!"

This brought out a uproaring laugh from the Jury.

"ORDER IN THE COURT" Yelled a Slapstick garbed in Judge's robes and wig seated at the Judge's chair, accompanied by a somewhat confused Red Queen.

"FIRST WITNESS TO THE STAND!" he continued as he pointed at Scraps with the gavel.

Scraps gave Cordelia a coy glance then front-flipped out of the witness stand, landing with one pointed shoe stuck out, before bouncing upright and raising one hand. "Your honor!" she shouted.

"THANK YOU, I AM HONORED!" The Judge shouted back.

"Without a doubt, the defendant has taken pruning shears to the petals of those pompous flowers!" Scraps declared. "But he did it out of self-defense! Their words... they cut deeper than any blade in all of Oz ever could! And on top of this, he had not killed any plants! I remember exactly how it happened! There was no stalk-slitting, only petal-cutting to put those braggarts in their place."

The Queen of Hearts smashed her gavel into the stand. "INCRIMINATING TESTIMONY! Knave of Hearts, what have you to say about this?!"

Scraps sagged and her knees buckled. "Are you kidding? I thought we were talking about the clown here!" she shouted.

"What have you to say in response to this testimony, as well as to this piece of incriminating evidence:

'The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.'

"What make you of that, eh?!" the Queen asked, glancing over from the paper on which the poem was written, leering over the Knave of Hearts.

Scraps glanced over at Slapstick. "Take the trial back," she whispered.

Slapstick gave a grin, winking as the two other 'Stick's debated, The Good Lawyer walked over and gave the Knave a pat on the back,"I'm terribly sorry but the evidence is overwhelming, and it rhymes!"

Looking downtrodden the Good Lawyer put his head in his hands as a Slapstick garbed in excecutioner clothes cuffed the Knave and escorted him out out the room.

Once the doors where closed the Jester of Humor unlocked the Knave's shackles. then taking out a paintbrush he painted over the heart forming it into a spade.

"I dub you Knight of Spades, and seeing how you have nothing to do with this trial I must ask you to leave!"

The Knave of Hearts (or, rather, the Knight of Spades) stammered and asked, "W-what?"

But from the courtroom cried a call of "OBJECTION!!!"



The doorway slammed open and a salamander with a briefcase, presumably the Knave's attorney, stared at Slapstick with those big moony amphibian eyes. "It is as the attorney said! Can we really allow a single testimony to determine the direction in which this trial escalates?" the salamander shouted.

Murmuring rose from the courtroom. Scraps rubbed her face in consternation; the sooner this double-trial was over, the sooner Slapstick would be free... This certainly wasn't helping.

"I agree!", yelled The Attorney, And he marched up to Scraps, "So you say this Slapstic-"

But before Slapstick could continue, the Queen roared, "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! BOTH OF THEM!!! OFF!!!"

Scraps whirled around and threw her hands in the air. "Would you SHUT UP for half a second?! We're trying to solve a case here!"

The queen began to turn beet-red again. The king reached over Judge Slapstick's lap and attempted to placate the furious queen.

"Now Now Miss Heart. Why release your anger now why not hold onto it and let it grow until the end of the trial?, That way you can unleash even more anger," chided Slapstick.

The Queen of Hearts clenched her fists and sat back in her chair.

"You were saying?" Scraps asked, politely folding her hands.

"Where were you during this event, DID YOU PARTAKE IN THIS CRIME! "ARE YOU GUILTY AS WELL!"

"OBJECTION" Went the other Lawyer, "BADGERING"

"I AM NOT!," yelled his opposite, who had taken out a literal Badger and was holding it over his head, "Ok maybe a little" he admitted.

Cordelia, on the other hand, had reclined in the witness stand and watched the trial with increasing consternation. "This isn't justice, this is madness," she muttered to herself.

"Alright I think we've got all the testamony from need from this witness, you may return to your seat miss". the Attorney motioned for the Doll to return.

With a "CLANK,CLANK!" Judge Slapstick motioned for the next witness, Pyro.

The Mercenary strode onto the stand, "So Mister Pyro you know the deal, tell us about the accused."

Pyro began "MMMMMMPPPH MMH MMPHGH MMPGGHOPH!, MMPPSMMMRRRUIFFS MRRRRRPHHS!", Pyro raised his hand curled it into a fist and plopped it on the podium to make the point known "MMMMPPPHGH MMMPGH MMMMMPH!"

The Lawyer shed a tear, "Did the Jury get all that?" The Jury did though a few of them had too many "M's" and not enough "H's"

Scraps made an extravagant showing of blowing her nose into the sleeve of the person next to her. The jury furiously scribbled into their slates.

As Pyro spoke, however, the Queen of Hearts bellowed, "THE JURY CALLS THE MAD HATTER TO THE WITNESS STAND!"

The Mad Hatter popped up and said, "Your Majesty!"

The Queen pointed at the tray of tarts that had been brought into the courtroom. "What make you of this evidence?"

The Mad Hatter nervously took a bite out of his teacup instead of his biscuit. "Um... it's been eaten?"

"AHA! GUILTY!" the Queen of Hearts shouted, pointing at no one in particular.

"The crumbs seem to suggest some kind of theft..." the Mad Hatter continued. "I know exactly what'll fix this!"

He produced from his coat pocket a jar of mustard and slathered mustard all over the platter.

Not sure with how to deal with the situation, Ryle simply said "No lo contendre."

The Queen of Hearts turned towards Ryle and shouted, "WITNESS! Where were you at the scene of the crime?!"

He didn't KNOW there was a crime, Cordelia thought.

"I don't get it," Scraps muttered. "I thought we were trying to prove that Slapstick wasn't a vicious plant-murderer."

"I wasn't aware that any of this was happening," Cordelia replied. "And now I have been called to court and I am very, very confused."

"Me too! None of this makes a lick of sense!" added a Slapstick garbed in casual gear who appeared next to the Fire Emblem character.

"Why, Slapstick, I thought you were the judge," Cordelia said, somewhat surprised.

"He's also the prosecutor, the attorney, and a witness," Scraps replied. "Don't read too much into it."

The Queen of Hearts stared pointedly at the mustard-platter.

The two Lawyers circled around the mustard slathered plate, making thoughtful poses and interjecting with occasional "OF COURSE!"'s

"So what have you found?" asked the good Lawyer to the other, "A nickel" answered the other holding up a coin.

"I have found him OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" shouted the Queen.

"Maybe we ought to work with the verdict before the sentence," Scraps suggested. "That way, people could, you know, talk."

The good lawyer walked over to Pyro and smothered the small flame of passion the merc had managed to make on the podium somehow. "That will be all Mister Pyro please take your seat".

Pyro stumbled back over to the seat, and mumbled someting about missing his cat.

"CALL FORTH THE NEXT WITNESS!" the Judge exclaimed, The Slapstick in the jury tookout a phone apparently getting a call, "Hello, hmmm?, ok" , the clown handed the phone to Cordelia,

"Its for you"

"Which end do I speak into?" Cordelia asked.

"This one" repiled a voice from the phone followed by an arm snaking out of it and pointing before going back into the phone.

Cordelia picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. "Um... hello?"

"To the stand!" spoke the voice of the judge

Cordelia nodded and stood up, and after much pushing and shoving she made her way to the witness stand.

"WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY ABOUT THE CRIME?"

"Yes the crime, The crime the crime by this guy, the crime of this speaking mime, and also that guy". The Lawyer said pointed at Slapstick and the Knave of Hearts

"The tarts! The tarts!" shouted the Queen.

"THE CLOWN! THE CLOWN!" roared Scraps.

Cordelia put up her hands. "I'm sorry, I cannot understand the situation in any way whatsoever. Nor can I understand why two people are being tried at once...?"

"EXACTLY!" Screeched the Lawyers "You have no knowledge!, That means you can give your complete unbaised opinon!, Completly neutral opinon!"

"Oh, wow, thanks," Cordelia mumbled.

"No, no, as in you're not swaying either direction in terms of the information about the case," the King of Hearts explained. "A perfectly reasonable remark."

"Too reasonable," the Queen of Hearts mumbled.

"What we're asking is-" Started the Attorney. "Do you think that these men are guilty?" continued the proscecutor

The two strode up to The Knave and the Jester, "Do you think this clown trimmed with a murderous intent?, or this Knave succumb to tart-lust?"

Cordelia thought for a moment. "In terms of the clown... His character may be a little bit loony. Perhaps slightly mischievous, somewhat capricious and manic, and perhaps a little hot-headed. From what I saw. But in him, I didn't see any murderous intent. Not when he chose to defend a village and a castle from harm. Not in his jocular manner in which he engaged in humorous conversation with knights and kings. No, I believe that he is not a homicidal maniac--"

"Herbicidal, in this case," Scraps whispered, leaning over.

"--herbicidal maniac. I think he is a good (if amusingly silly and heartwarmingly heroic) person thrust into unfortunate circumstances."

Cordelia turned to the Knave. "The Knave, on the other hand... I know little about his character, but I do not believe that a single testimony should define what the court thinks about his situation. Sentencing him to death on the spot seems like the wrong idea. Perhaps we may get a different perspective on the matter of the knave."

"We got the Hatter, isn't that all we need?" the Queen of Hearts asked. "Look at the evidence!"

Cordelia didn't see anything but a mustard-covered platter.

"Show me the ocular proof, what we can see that acquits this foul knave!" the Queen of Hearts boomed.

"You know what, I think this whole court system is whacked-out!" Scraps declared suddenly, standing up and puttling her hands on the railing. "And that's saying a lot, considerating the fact that I come from the land of Oz!"

Murmuring began to rise from the stands. The King of Hearts attempted to bring order to the court with his gavel, but Scraps kept on talking.

"Look at this! Two trials at once! And on such unrelated accusatorations! And what's with the whole sentence-before-verdict thing?! The Supreme Court that my friend Dorothy talks about from time-to-time is MUCH more efficacious than this... this nonsensicality!"

Now, when a fellow whimsy such as Scraps notices something is nonsensical, it's probably pretty bad.

"Can't argue with that!" The good Lawyer said, "neither can I!" Agreed the attorney, "Pretty sound", "Makes perfect sense!" Spoke the Slapsticks in the witness stand and the Jury. "I disagree!" Went the Slapcutionor "SHUT UP ME!" bellowed the other Slapsticks. The Judge called out "Recess to review the facts!" And everyone was ushered out to a literal playground, swings, slide you name it. They debated as they climbed the Monkey bars, Played tag, and hopscotched.

The Queen of Hearts had gone red in the face again, and Scraps was nearly completely bewildered. Cordelia blinked.

"We shall review the evidence here!" the Queen of Hearts barked, "And when those manic... clowns return, I'll order their heads removed!"

The Mad Hatter noticed the mustard-slathered platter rumbling. It began to shake, shimmer, and rattle as the mustard boiled and bubbled. Which, of course, should not happen.

"What's going--"

The platter burst and mustard and crumbs went sailing into the air. From the tray had emerged a massive layer cake, consisting of three layers and an ensemble of gaudy, but edible, decorations. Five candles sparked and flickered atop its head. Each layer had a face decorated onto it, but the bottom layer, made of a delicious raspberry-flavored batter, had a crooked, black-forest frown. A candy-cane and a wafer stuck out of the bottom layer.

The Mad Hatter staggered backwards, then fainted from the sudden appearance of Bundt, the monstrous cake.



Crooked Confection

BUNDT


The jury shrieked. The Queen of Hearts fled, and the King took a cue from the Mad Hatter and also fainted.

Bundt let out an inhuman screech, vibrating and sending frosting flying all over the place. This was audible from outside. Scraps and Cordelia jumped out of the witness stand, Cordelia drawing her lance.

Several voices (consisting all of Slapsticks) were heard coming down the hall from recess. "Hey so my thoughts on the case are this we claim sanity and get the plea". "Naw", another voice interjected, "Its June 23 remember?"

The group all walked in a straight line the original Slapstick in the lead, and as Slapstick stopped stock still and stared at the Bundt the group all smashed into the back of the ones in front of them, the group all looked over the first similarily stock still.

"Hold it in custardy", suggested one.

"Claim its apperance is offpudding",

"You know I think we should just dessert this whole case!"

One of The Slapsticks(the witness) tossed a bag at Pyro, the Mercenary was delighted to find it full of his confiscated weapons. Then the group of clowns, one after then other stepped into the original's frame as if the hero was 2-D, until there was just Slapstick. Visibly tired he wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead with the back of his left hand, while in his right arm his mallet appeared. "Whats your issue!" he taunted the pastry, "Trip on a Gumdrop on your way to Candyland?"

Bundt roared and sputtered, its top two layers quivering and shifting, sputtering and splorting as its sweet bread shifted on its frosting. The five candles on its head flickered.

"Maybe it's a nice cake?" Scraps suggested, shrugging.

Immediately, Bundt let loose a swirling miasma of spinning nonpareils that formed into a buzz saw shape, sending this sweet buzzsaw flying straight at the witness stand. Cordelia grabbed Ryle and Scraps and dodged out of the way of Bundt's Diamond Saw attack.

"NOT A NICE CAKE!" Scraps yelped.

Cordelia whipped her lance out and pointed it at Bundt, while Scraps clenched her fists. "Alright, sweet stuff, since you want to eat us for dessert, we'll have no choice but to fight back!" Scraps shouted at the massive cake. Bundt simply roared again and sent another storm of nonpareils flying into the air. This storm, however, blew like a sandstorm towards Cordelia, Scraps, and Slapstick. "Yikes!" Scraps yelped, before jumping in front of Cordelia. Startled, Cordelia dropped her lance and grabbed Scraps's torso, as Scraps shielded Cordelia's face from the flying sugar pellets with her body.

Cordelia knelt down and allowed Scraps to pick the lance up from off the ground. When the flying nonpareils subsided, Scraps jumped off of Cordelia and Cordelia ran at Bundt to spear the cake through its midsection.

Much to her surprise, this hardly glanced the cake; it was perfectly frosted and ceremonialized so that it could only be consumed after its candles were blown out. But striking Bundt removed the light from one of its candles. As Cordelia went flying off to the side from Bundt's repulsion, she saw one of the candlelights flicker out and start smoking. Bundt turned towards her and roared, before opening its jelly-candy mouth and breathing a blast of cold air at her. Cordelia ducked, but felt the chill down her back.

"HEY!" Scraps shouted, throwing a broken teacup at Bundt. The cake turned around and roared at her, sending a mild cold breeze past her and causing her pigtails to flail along with it.

As several playing cards brandishing spears marched in to subdue Bundt, the cake whirled around and let off a furious, howling blizzard that pushed the cards back, scattered them in the hallways, and slammed and froze the doors shut. Bundt turned back towards Scraps and began quivering, slowly making its way towards her. Scraps picked up a nearby saucer and flung it like a Frisbee at Bundt. It shattered against Bundt's frosting hide. "Running out of conveniently-placed throwing objects here," Scraps called to Cordelia.

Cordelia rushed at Bundt and jumped to bring her lance down upon the cake. Maybe I'll pierce it this time, Cordelia thought. But she didn't, although she did succeed in extinguishing another one of Bundt's candles.

Pyro slid in front of the Dollgirl, the flame on his reclaimed degreaser flickering madly, Pyro eyed the cakes flames and with a "VMOOOOOOSH!" He blew the cake back like a sugar coated Heavy, and Quickly turning towards Scraps and handed her a Pain Train. Meanwhile, Bundt toppled backwards, wobbling uneasily as another one of its candles extinguished (for that is what the compression blast does).

Slapstick got up from being knocked down, "Not too much of a fan of cake, I rather prefer PIE!" Two large creme pies appeared in both his hands, he wound back one of his arms like a pitcher and let the dessert fly.

"This is a railroad tie with a spike stuck through it," Scraps said. "Ah, well, works for me!"

As Bundt struggled to get back up, it got creamed int he face by a pair of pies that splattered all over its jelly eyes and kept it from seeing where it was going and what it was doing. Bundt roared and swiveled about, dazed, as Scraps hefted the Pain Train... and hurled it at Bundt's head.

The weapon comically lodged itself in the side of Bundt's top layer, causing the fourth candle to fizzle out. Bundt shook its head to relieve itself of its visual obstruction, letting the pies fling out from off its head. Bundt turned to roar at Scraps, before shuffling across the courtroom floor to get closer to her. Scraps ran to the nearest chair, picked it up, and threw it at Bundt, but Bundt was wise to her game; with a Diamond Saw, Bundt sheared the chair straight in two, causing its pieces to fly harmlessly off to the side. "Oh," Scraps gulped.

Bundt squeezed and to the heroes' dismay, one of the candles atop its head blazed back into life. Bundt let out a sound that sounded like what would happen if a malicious cake could laugh.

Scraps indignantly stamped her foot. "Oh, come on! Cordelia worked so hard to blow one of those out!"

Bundt quivered, then let loose from its mouth another stream of icy wind, causing Cordelia and Scraps to shiver. Frost built up on the plates of Cordelia's armor, snaking into the chinks and restricting her movement. "No!" Cordelia stammered. "T-too c-cold..."

Cordelia clenched her fist around her lance tighter, but crumpled to the ground. Scraps ran to her side and wrapped her fabric body around the coldest parts of Cordelia's armor. Bundt began to advance upon them.

A strean of liquid smashed into the back, of the cake's top tier, "YOU HAVE A FACE ONLY THE MUFFIN MAN COULD LOVE!" Slapstick stumbled haphazardly dragging a seltzer sprayer about the same size as he was.

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Post by ToadRopes on Fri Nov 20, 2015 8:26 pm

Cordelia

Bundt abruptly stopped and pitched forward as Slapstick sent a gushing spray of seltzer water at the back of its head. The massive cake turned around and let out a horrid gurgle, lurching towards the cartoon hero, a storm of nonpareils whirling around its raspberry-flavored base.

Cordelia shivered and grabbed her shoulders while Scraps rubbed her armor to try and warm her up a bit. "You're gonna be fine, we'll have your joints de-frostified in no time," Scraps said, scrubbing furiously.

"Can you hurry it up?" Cordelia asked tensely, looking up at Bundt as it sloughed towards Slapstick.

Scraps waved to Pyro, then made a shivering motion, pointing at Cordelia. "But don't torch her!" she added.

Bundt sent its sugary sandstorm spinning towards Slapstick. The nonpareils pummeled against the Toon's body as Bundt leered over him.

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Sat Nov 21, 2015 1:10 pm

The sprinkle-coated candies smashed into the Toon's flesh like rubber bullets, making a few dozen bruises as well as a black eye.

"Aye why areyou such a jerk?" He grimaced fighting through the pain," Did they use salt instead of sugar!", he let out another stream of water striking the cake in its chocolate face,"They put you in the discount bin!?"

Meanwhile Pyro ran over to Cordelia and picked her up and then ran over to the Jury's seat, and took cover behind the side of it then he took out his ax and began to hack at the wooden stand, breaking off large pieces which he arranged into a campfire-like structure and started it up with his Degreaser.

Than he place the Emblemite on her side close to the fire, and then drapped his Lunatic's Leather jacket over her shivering form.
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Post by ToadRopes on Sun Nov 22, 2015 6:18 pm

Scraps

As Slapstick threw his insults at Bundt, striking at the cake with the seltzer bottle, Scraps patted Cordelia, who mumbled a soft "thank you" to Pyro, and then picked up a wooden chair.

Hoisting the seat above her head, Scraps scrambled back to the center of the courtroom where the strife was taking place. "HEY, FRUITCAKE!" Scraps shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. Bundt turned towards her, its gummi eyes narrowing in anger. "Take a seat!" Scraps hurled the chair at Bundt. The chair went flying too quickly for Bundt to react, whacking the cake smack dab in the face. Bundt pitched backwards, allowing Slapstick's next stream of water to douse out another one of its candles.

However, Bundt caught on, and consequently sent a whirling gust of blizzard at Slapstick, attempting to freeze over the seltzer water. By this point, Cordelia's armor had thawed out somewhat.

Turning away from Slapstick, Bundt sent a whirling nonpareil buzzsaw straight at Ryle, before loosing a sugary sandstorm in Scraps's general direction. Scraps yelped and dove to the floor, ducking under the sandstorm. "That's not very nice," Scraps complained.

Bundt's layers spun in opposite directions, blowing off puffs of icy air as the cake relighted another candle. Scraps dug her face into her palm. Bundt started to rove across the floor, making it tougher to strike. Like an enormous, monstrous Roomba cleaning droid, it mercilessly plowed through the courtroom, bumping against the stands like a pinball.

Rose Garden

The playing cards showed Dipin to the garden. "Before the trial is over and the Queen comes, do you think you can replant the red roses and cut down the white ones?" asked one (the ace). The two pointed to the expansive garden within the hedges.

"Eh, Ace, you think we oughta tell 'im about the creatures?" Two asked.

"Oh, yes, that's very important," the Ace replied, before turning to Dipin. "Be on the prowl for any buggers that look like flowers, but actually aren't. They got these dark faces, and the last card that ran into one of 'em wound up with his body charred."

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Post by Teedler on Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:18 am

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The hedgehog replied, "Got it." He then grabbed a nearby bucket of paint and began painting the roses.

Ryle

It seemed Ryle wasn't really paying attention until he was attacked. Now normally Ryle was the kind to respond with a counter. Ryle took notice of the fact his enemy was a giant cake. Ryle didn't have draw his sword, he just sort of walked (or more accurately tanked his way) over to the cake, rammed his hand into the creature, removed an edible portion and said, "You are all over thinking this", before ate the piece of cake.
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Post by ToadRopes on Mon Nov 23, 2015 8:22 am

Scraps

Scraps waved her hands frantically as Ryle attempted to scrape off a piece of Bundt. "Wait, it can't--"

Bundt immediately whirled around, unscathed, and roared at Ryle, spraying icy wind in his face. This did leave its candles open for attack, however.

"My immediate thought was to cut the cake," Cordelia shouted, "but for some reason my lance glanced off of its frosting!"

"Hitting its head with blunt force seems to take out its candles," Scraps added.

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Post by Teedler on Tue Nov 24, 2015 3:06 am

Turns out invincible cakes are hard to eat. Maybe blowing out the candles was the secret to edibility. Ryle separated the blades of his sword and sliced so at an angle to attempt to cut a candle and attack the top of the baked good. Ryle then shouted, "I do not fear you, I am the the Alpha predator here, I am at the top of food chain! So Klursi RIGHT NOW! Or I'll make you WISH you had!"
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Post by ToadRopes on Tue Nov 24, 2015 11:02 am

Scraps

"That's the ticket!" Scraps cheered, pumping her fist and watching Ryle smash his blade into a candle on Bundt's head. While the head came out of it with nary a scratch, the force of the blow had taken out the candle that Bundt had so rudely re-lit. A little wisp of smoke curled from the wick.

Cordelia, fully recovered from freezing, drew her javelin and ran full-steam at the cake, yelling. Scraps picked up a fallen chair and held it over her head, also shouting.

Scraps got there first (Cordelia was a poor runner, and so the stumbling ragdoll could reach the cake more quickly). With a mighty swing, she bashed the chair right into Bundt's head, whiffing out the last candle and pounding the cake's top in. "EAT THIS, SUGAR DADDY!" Scraps boasted, jumping off the cake and flying over Cordelia, landing neatly on the floor. Cordelia, in the meantime, jumped and ran her spear right through Bundt's head, cleaving it straight in two. The massive living confection let out an unholy screech as its frosting warped and its bread cut. This left Bundt stumbling aimlessly about the room.

Upon Cordelia's landing, however, the marbled black-forest bottom layer of the cake let out a roar and glared at Ryle and Scraps. Scraps padded around her apron, then pulled out a cutting knife. "Let's get busy," she said. "Who wants first piece?"

((ATTACK THE CAKE NOW!!!)

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Tue Nov 24, 2015 2:05 pm

Slapstick
"JOKES ON YOU YOU BAKED BUFFOON!, NOW I HAVE A BLUNT WEAPON!!", the Toon mocked as he attempted to lift the frozen bottle.

Abruptly falling down, he noticed something "Well my limbs do appear to be frozen to said blunt object..." he made a few clattering sounds as he attempted to roll and move.

Meanwhile Pyro seeing that he had successfully defrosted Cordelia, turned his attention to the assault on the Bundt, and then noticed the immobile, clattering, exhausted Slapstick.

Pyro ran over towards him, and heaving and wheezing the pyromaniac lifted the Jestersicle above his head, and charged.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPHH!" screamed Pyro

"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yelled Slapstick opening his maw as wide as he could.

Slapstick smashed into the cake with a mashing sound burrowing in with his teeth and masticating like a termite.

Pyro took out his Powerjack and swung it into the butt of the bottle driving the clown further into the cake's flesh.



Meanwhile...

The hybrid was defeated but perhaps because of the Rapturian's brutal nature, or the damage that the animal had caused it anger.

The Big Daddy's "eyes" glowed a deep crimson as he tore apart the corpse, spraying entrails and shards of bone everywhere, making a scene that wouldn't be suitable in Mortal Kombat.

Finally heaving from the effort the Rapturian stood over the ruined mess, while the Little Sister collected ADAM from it.
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Post by Teedler on Tue Nov 24, 2015 10:20 pm

Ryle sent another swing of his mighty sword, in a v shape At the cake. He made it clear he Intended. a chunk of the cakes flesh and then proceed to eat in a display of dominance to the cAke. He was the alpha male.
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Post by ToadRopes on Wed Nov 25, 2015 2:50 pm

Scraps

Scraps put up her palms. "I'll pass," she said, as Slapstick tore through the cake making a sound like a buzz saw. Bundt's gummi eyes widened in terror as its insides were all devoured. The V-slash caused the cake to implode, allowing Ryle to take a chunk of pastry and shove it in his mouth.

The bottom layer, Raspberry, also suffered substantial damage, but as it tried to slip away in the chaos, Cordelia speared it through the side, then cut it in two.

Scraps then sauntered up and whacked the cake over and over again with the chair. It became a beaten caky pulp.

When the last crumb of Bundt was finished off, Cordelia leaned against the wall and breathed heavily. "Why would that creature attack us out of the blue like that?" Cordelia asked.

"D'you think his has anything to do with that Mellifluous character from back in Camelot?" Scraps suggested.

"Gods, I sure hope not," Cordelia replied.

Scraps took a look around. "Well, it looks like the court's adjourned," she remarked. "Congratulations, you're as completely innocent... as, well, as much as you could be." She scratched her head. "Huh. I wonder where they locked up the Bandersnatch."

Rose Garden

As all of this Bundt nonsense happened, Dipin had gotten busy with these roses. As of now, it appears that he was almost finished. At the center of the rose garden grew a large bush full of white blossoms.

Several somethings rustled in the hedges of the garden maze.

Fat Guy

"Aw, flab it all, we're lost again," Fat Guy grumbled.

"I suspected as much," said a voice from within the treetops.

"Wh-who was that?" asked Lofty, quivering and grinding to a halt.

Fat Guy shrugged. "Heck if I know, it could be some wacko disappearing-reappearing tabby cat for all I care." The obese Shy Guy itched his chin.

"The crane is quite perceptive, I think. Hee hee!"

Fat Guy scratched his head. "Lofty, did you hear something?"

"That's what I just pointed out," the crane snapped in indignation.

Fat Guy nodded then looked up at the treetops. "Hey, fella. We're totally lost, and were hoping that we'd be able to find our way out of the trees."

The Cheshire Cat now appeared completely visible. "Well, I don't know about your way, but all ways here are the Queen's ways," the Cat explained, pointing to a truck-sized gap in the woods that Lofty had failed to notice before. The sun was setting, turning the sky a deep orange.

"Wow, dang, we were lost for that long?" asked Fat Guy. "Well, I'll take it, if it means getting away from that creepy overhead shadow--"

Fat Guy and Lofty heard the howls of the Jabberwock.

"DRIVE, CRANE, DRIVE!" Fat Guy hollered. Lofty wasted no time; he put the pedal to the metal and peeled right out of the tulgey wood. "Sweet jiminy, what the heck was that?!" Fat Guy cried.

Lofty trembled as he drove, without looking back. A rain of ash began to blow from the wood as flames began to reach the treetops. Fat Guy peeked behind him. "Um, Lofty? Why are the woods on fire?!"

Lofty cried out in terror and shifted gears, driving faster than would ever be safe on a construction site.

Father

"Yes... Everything is going according to plan," Father sneered, perched atop his personal tamed jabberwock. "I'll have a base of operations by nightfall. Then, I'll figure out how to return to my world and exact revenge upon the Kids Next Door..."

Dark Meta Knight flew beside the Jabberwock, and glanced up at the Court of Hearts in the distance. "Perhaps I could puncture what puny defense that they have before you arrive," he suggested.

Father raised an eyebrow. "You? Alone? No doubt, they have an army..."

"Have more faith in my skill with the blade, O Fiery One," Dark Meta Knight chided, drawing his tarnished silver Galaxia. "You will have your kingdom. And the sooner you have your kingdom, the sooner I will have my vengeance. Do not underestimate the burning power of vendetta."

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Thu Nov 26, 2015 7:00 pm

The toon fell to the ground with a splatter, his body now rounded like a ball from cake consumption, "HEYGOODJOBEVERYONELETSCHOCOLATETHATUPASAVICTORY!" His entire body vibrated slighty like an overzealous hummingbird, his eyes twitching at irregular intervals.

"HEYLOOKITMEI'MASBIGASFATGUYHAVEYOUMETHIMPYROHE'SACHILLDUDEDOESANYONEKNOWWHEREHEWENTIHOPEHE'SOK!" Than the stream of words abruptly stopped as Slapstick pitched forward and fell on his face.

The fat he had ammassed seemed to be burned off as he lay unmoving until he was his usual wiry self.

Pyro propped the Toon up, though the clown was none to reponsive as his eyes were shut and a soft snoring could be heard emanating from his lips.
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Post by ToadRopes on Thu Nov 26, 2015 8:44 pm

Lofty

As if on cue, the doors swung open and Lofty and Fat Guy came barreling into the courtroom. Lofty slammed on the brakes and jammed to a halt right before Slapstick fell asleep.

"What's with him?" Fat Guy asked, sliding out of the cab.

"Fat Guy?" Scraps and Cordelia asked.

"Slapstick's passed out on the floor, I think we ought to do something," Fat Guy pressed.

"Oh, he's probably exhausted from eating an entire giant cake all at once," Scraps conjectured. "I'm sure he'll be fine." She pulled one of his eyelids up, and looked into his eye.

On his sclera read these words: "OUT FOR LUNCH."

"I rest my case," Scraps said.

Fat Guy grabbed Scraps's shoulders. "You folks gotta help us! There's some wicked-bad stuff going on back in the woods! Stuff catching fire--"

At the mention of the forest fire, Scraps pulled herself away from Fat Guy and folded herself neatly like laundry.

"Scraps?"

"Sweet Oz, Fat Guy! Don't use the F-word around me!" Scraps snapped.

"You seemed completely fine with Pyro earlier," Fat Guy pointed out.

"See, but that's different. It's controlled."

"And the dark fairy's fire?"

"I was more concerned with the fairy than her fire."

"What makes a burning forest any different?"

"Stuff can fall on me. I'll roast in seconds."

"Are you sure this isn't going to contradict any of your character development and personality?"

Scraps looked up at Fat Guy with a confused expression. Fat Guy shook his head. "Never mind, forget I said that. Point is, forest fire, screaming cries of death, bad times incoming." did somebody say bad time

Scraps unfolded herself. "Forest fire or not, that sounds like a problem."

"Isn't a forest fire a problem?"

"My dear flabulous friend, a forest fire is not a problem but a catastrophe."

Fat Guy nodded. The logic seemed legitimate.

Lofty quavered on his chassis. He didn't really want to go back there and face whatever was making those awful howling cries. What happened at Camelot was frightening enough. "Do we have to go back?" Lofty asked.

"If it's anything like what happened with Melatonin back in Camelot, then we probably oughta," Scraps replied. "Fire or not. And I'm scared to death of raging forest fires."

Cordelia looked around. "Scraps, where do you think the queen ran off to?"

Scraps realized that a matter of this magnitude might concern the native ruling class. "Gee whiz, Cordelia, I'm not sure. She ran off when that pugnacious pastry popped out of the tray," Scraps replied, scratching her head and looking at the ceiling. "Sure wouldn't do for a queendom like this to be without its queen. I mean, I've heard every story A-to-Z of what Oz was like without Ozma, and man, it was bad. The archives of Ozian history were so disorganized that I read a bunch of different versions of the same events. I'm not sure who usurped what or where the humbug wizard feller came from or whatever..."

"Scraps. The queen."

"Right, the queen. Sure hope that the cake didn't have any confectious cronies with it."

Fat Guy rolled his eyes. "For all I know, she could've been cut up by a giant living pork chop and giant living can of spinach and turned into a banquet."

"That seems highly unlikely," Scraps remarked. "And that's a lot coming from me."

"What I'm trying to say is: Can we focus back on the fact that there are some very large, very nasty-sounding monsters in the woods that breathe fire and can potentially walk over here and cause the castle to fall down upon our heads?"

Lofty piped up. "Also there were scary shadows and I almost sprung an oil leak," he whispered.

"Don't wet your jimmies just yet, Lofty, how bad could a spooky shadow be? It could be a tree or a buzzard, who knows?" asked Scraps.

Cordelia gazed out the window. "It seems that we are in more danger in this realm than we initially thought," she mused. She turned away from the window. "I will head up to the top of the ramparts and check the situation from there."

"I don't know how well that's gonna work, given that the last time we were up on ramparts, we got attacked by a bunch of dragons," Scraps replied. "And after hearing about the fires..."

"I'll only look," Cordelia repeated. "Gods, I wish I had my Pegasus with me, that would make all of these tasks so much easier..."

Lofty raised one of his wheels. "I... uh, I could lift my crane up and bring you down in case anything happens," he suggested. "You could climb onto my arm, and, uh, I'll retract it and bring you safely to the ground."

"Thank you, Lofty," Cordelia said. "I'll head up to the ramparts now."

Lofty backed out of the courtroom and drove into the courtyard, extending his crane arm to the castle ramparts, idling and waiting for Cordelia. Occasionally, he would peek out over the hedge garden and watch the tulgey wood burn in the distance. The ash storm was coming closer. He whimpered. I don't think I will ever come home safely, he thought miserably. So many scary things live outside of the construction site... Bob... where are you?

Scraps

Scraps nudged Slapstick with her pointed shoe. "Hey, Slapstick, you alright?" she asked, leaning over and pursing her lips. She leaned in and put a glove to one of her gilded ears.

"Still out like a light," she said, shrugging to Fat Guy.

"I hope the whatever-it-is in the distance doesn't get here anytime soon," Fat Guy replied. "If I'll be totally honest, the dark overhead shadow freaked me out, too."

"What is it?" Scraps asked.

"I dunno, but as it passed, I felt a sort of dread--"

"No, no, what did the shadow look like?"

"It passed by pretty quickly, but it had, like, bat wings, and a sword. It was altogether quite ominous."

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:45 pm

Slapstick was out like a spotlight, he snored faintly as a few cotton-like clouds steamed out of his head and formed a picture above his sleeping head.

Like a movie screen a figure of Slapstick could be seen in them, though appeared to be drawn crudely in a childlike manner with crayons, the dream version of Slapstick appeared to be seated on a similarly drawn dock with a fishing pole lowered into the blue waxy water, a small tug was seen as someting took the bait, and Slapstick vigurously reeled in the catch, which turned out to be a large letter "Z".

The letter wriggled and flopped much like a real fish until the Dream Slapstick placed it into a cooler.

Woozily, the real sleeping Slapstick grinned and gave a snort apparently finding something amusing.


Done with the gory deed, the undersea duo started into the Tulgy Wood, the Little Sister skipping merrily, while the Big Daddy's "eyes" illuminated the dark forest.
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Post by ToadRopes on Sat Nov 28, 2015 2:18 pm

Father

Father's Jabberwock sniffed the air, then let out a horrible screech. "It appears we've got a few customers in the area," muttered Father. Without a word, he pointed at two of the Jabberwocky then in the direction that his own Jabberwock had sniffed.

The two Jabberwocky whiffled through the wood, sniffing through their snortulous snouts, their milky eyes like searchlights looking for their quarry. One of the Jabberwocky loosed a jet of flame into the bough, only fueling the trail of fire that Father's convoy had left. Their claws flexed and their wings flapped, their breath was hot and their tendrils snaked.

Bashing through the burning trees, they finally came upon their suit-clad quarry, and with a horrible roar, they charged at Big Daddy and Little Sister, their talons outstretched and their mole-like fangs bared.

One of the Jabberwocky breathed a column of fire at Big Daddy while the other raised its arm for a hideous slash to the Rapturian guardian's body, before comboing into an uppercut and a lunging chomp with its gnashing teeth.

The firebreathing Jabberwock then reached out with its claws to try and snip the Little Sister in two in its vise.

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Post by Teedler on Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:04 am

Dipin was all like, " I dun diddly wander wut that thur wigglin' in then yonder bushes are?" As he went to investigate.
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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Sun Nov 29, 2015 9:05 pm

The two scaly beasts, they huffed and they puffed, Like child's rhymes of olde only twice as tough.

The hellfire blaze, it burned very bright, setting the diverman's suit quite alight.
Reeling from the pain caused by the plight, the creature was unprepared as the claws that did slice.

Bleeding a little, the monster stepped back, and the Jabberwock prepared another attack.

With a viscous strike that knocked loose some lights, The Big Daddy fell seemingly failing this fight.


The Jabberwock converged on the frightened child,(whose appearance is not-so-mild), Whimpered and cried as the Wock raised its claw and let out and viscous "BAAAAWWWW!"


But of ADAM, flesh and prosthetic attachments, up went the Rapturain gripping the head, of the lizardy monster filling it with dread.

For tales tell of Large Fathers under the sea, about the poor splicers who die with a plea
,To be spared from the monster's drill, the last thing they'll see.

Half dead flesh, and eyes of hot coals with skin made of canvas, and blood of lost souls.
Larger than any Rosie or Brother, It may be a father but of fear it is the Mother.

They guard over the harvesters of Rapture, They can be controlled but they have no true master.

The Big Daddy's eyes grew white hot with black rage, as his drill whirred and though not Vorpel in design, did indeed snicker-snack through the Jabberwock's ribcage.
The Scaly beast's eyes bulged in raw pain as it was run through, gallons of its vile blood it did spew.

Raising the corpse high, he flung it forward letting out a cry.
Ramming into its partner, the body it did fly.

Lesson one in Raptureland, Never threaten the daughter of the lumbering titian
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Post by ToadRopes on Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:53 am

Jabberwock #1

OH SH--

The two Jabberwocky lay defeated upon the ground.

Though the forest through which the Jabberwocky had torn lay a rather messily-burnt path.

The Rose Garden

From the bushes, three plant-type Heartless lunged at Dipin, barely missing him. It turns out the hedges were crawling with these plant variant Heartless; the critters now began to show themselves, their petals twirling menacingly. They began to emit a variety of vapors that caused many aversive effects, such as freezing, burning, poison... your classic RPG fare.

From the center of the garden, the large mass of roses rustled, then shifted about, as the crumbling sound of upturned dirt rumbled in the air around Dipin. Two of the roses opened up, revealing pitch-black centers with glowing yellow eyes--just like the Heartless--as the mass of flowers extended four thorny tendrils woven from the many stalks of roses that comprised its body. Four bouquet fists appeared at the ends of those tendrils, and the giant rose Heartless roared, the mass of roses that comprised its head moving and shifting into a lovely skull-shaped floral arrangement.

The rose Heartless shut all its petals, and the leaves on its stalks began to spin wildly, blowing razor-sharp petals through the air towards Dipin. Following this attack, the bush swung its fists round and round like the rotor of a helicopter, edging towards Dipin as its smaller roses lashed out like a flurry of punches.

Cordelia

From the rooftop, Cordelia heard several horrible screeches coming directly from the direction that the castle's front faced. She squinted her eyes and watched as the billowing smoke came closer and closer.

Scraps

Scraps had left Fat Guy and Lofty with Slapstick; she had gone into the corridors to look for where the bandersnatch had been stowed. "I sure hope those guards treated Mr. Bandersnatch nicely," Scraps thought to herself as she wandered the catacombs.

She found a ring of keys hanging off the wall and plucked it. "Hey!" it snapped. "Put me down!"

"Shush, I'm looking for my friend, Mr. Bander--"

"BANDERSNATCH?! THE ONE LOCKED IN THE FAR RIGHT ROOM? GUARD--"

"Thanks," Scraps said, quickly shoving her glove's index finger into the key ring's mouth. It immediately bit down upon her finger, but Scraps didn't care. The key ring said something else, but it was muffled. Probably swearing.

Scraps strode casually down the corridor, looking left and right through the bars of each cell, until she finally stopped before the far right room. Within the bars sat a miserable spotted sack of fur and muscle, its lower jaw buried into its forelegs like a sad puppy. The Bandersnatch's sickly blue eyes looked sleepily up at Scraps's face. She gave it a smile back. "Hi," she said, before pulling her sack of pilfered teatime goodies and waving a spare soaked tea-cracker in front of the Bandersnatch. The animal sadly lifted its head up and slowly pushed its tongue out from its mouth, leaning its head to get at the cracker. When the Bandersnatch successfully ate the cracker, Scraps got to work finding the right key on the reluctant key ring. After much wrestling with the key ring (it kept trying to move the correct key out of the way of Scraps's grasp), Scraps finally got the key into the lock, and the bars swung open.

She finally pulled her finger out of the key ring's mouth. "You really, really suck," the key ring grumbled to Scraps.

The Bandersnatch padded out of the bars like a tired lion and licked Scraps's face. Scraps tossed the key ring over her shoulder and climbed on the Bandersnatch's back.

"Come on, Mr. Bandersnatch," Scraps said, "there's bad things a-coming."

The dull roar of the Jabberwocky echoed through the catacombs. The Bandersnatch immediately started growling, then bolted down the corridor, Scraps on its back.

The Bandersnatch burst through the entrance to the catacombs, blasting the doors away, before screeching to a halt in the middle of the courtroom. It sniffed, then walked around a bit, before snorting.

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Post by Teedler on Fri Dec 04, 2015 2:24 am

Dipin wasn't the kind of guy to punch the local flora to death, curled up the absorb the impacts. He then uncurled, created a small flame and said, "Yo bush things this can go down the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Seriously dude, I'm like a hedgehog, hedge is in the name I've got some sort of type advantage or something here." A quill then fell to the ground before Dipin's eyes, the then glared at the heartless.
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Post by ToadRopes on Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:47 am

The Rose Garden

They never come quietly, do they?

The bush Heartless roared and lashed out with twin tendrils of vines at Dipin, twisting them together into cruel, thorny whips.

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Absolutely drenched with the blood of the fallen Jabberwockes, The Little Sister went over and hugged the Big Daddy's leg sobbing slightly, quite frightened by the ordeal.

With a tender touch Mister Bubbles cradled her in his giant arm, she held on tight her fingers clung tight on the grimy fabric.

The pair stood there for awhile, until slowly the Big Daddy started to inch forward crunching along the smoldering path that had been cleared by the ravenous lizards.

"Sha-sha-Shadow man!" the Little sister pointed fearfully at the dark silhouetted figure.

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Post by ToadRopes on Sun Dec 06, 2015 11:34 pm

Malachite

Lapis Lazuli and Jasper struggled against each other within the mind of the gem fusion. Shackled by cuffs of water, Jasper could not break from Lapis's determined grasp.

"I will not allow you to hurt my friends any longer!" Lapis shouted, gritting her teeth and pulling against the struggling Jasper. What the petite blue gem lacked in physical strength, she made up in the sheer force of her own will.

"You brat," Jasper growled, straining against the liquid fetters. "I don't care how long it takes for me to escape, but when I do, I will crush you like--"

All of a sudden, a brilliant flash erupted before Lapis Lazuli and Jasper, turning the inside of Malachite's mind bright white.

Lapis found herself standing at the bottom of the sea, the cuffs nowhere to be found. She whirled around, searching for a sign of Jasper, not finding any trace of the massive orange gem.

With a slow, horrified realization, Lapis knew that Jasper had escaped, and wherever she escaped to, havoc was sure to follow.

Father

Father turned around upon hearing the loathsome sound of a non-delightful child. His jabberwock stomped to face Big Daddy and Little Sister, then roared. "What are you doing outside of school?!" Father barked. "Kids like you ought to be locked up until they are sensible adults!"

Two jabberwocky approached Big Daddy, while the rest continued to follow Father. "You two! Discipline her!" Father shouted, before raising his palm and sending streaks of fire out into the Tulgey Wood, lighting the boughs ablaze. The accompanying jabberwocky followed Father, while the two remaining jabberwocky, wondering in the backs of their minds what happened to their kin, reached out with their claws ready to snatch.

Father, in the meantime, crashed through the end of the wood and squinted at the Court of Hearts. "Now," he declared, "it's time to show this kingdom what true power is!"

"The power of vengeance," Dark Meta Knight said.

"The power of burning hate and dominion!" Father roared, before raising his fist and ordering the jabberwocky to charge.

As the jabberwocky made their way towards the Court of Hearts, rows and rows of card soldiers were dealt out into the battlefield, with weapons trained upon the giant dragon-like monsters. The jabberwocky's nostrils curled with smoke, their milky eyes darting left and right, looking for things to demolish, as per the nature of the jabberwock. The draconian shadow-man stood upon his mount, laughing maniacally as his jabberwock's cruel claws ripped and tore through the garden.

"Your nonsense shall be punished!" Father boomed. "Let the reign of sensible adulthood... commence!"

Evils abound in the dimensional nether... The ones I chose... They are in terrible danger. If I am to protect my reality... no, all realities... from him...

I must find another.


Peacock

"No sign of the Skullgirl at all, Peacock! This ain't good!" Avery squawked, popping out from under the orphan's hat. The green mechanical bird looked upside down at Peacock's face. "Who knows how far the Skull Heart's progressed?"

"I'm thinkin', Avery!" Peacock replied, tapping her bottom lip with her large cartoonish gloved index finger. "Gimme a little time."

"We don't HAVE a little time!" Avery cried. "Where in the world are we, anyway?"

"Beats me, Avery, your guess is as good as mine." Peacock placed her rubber-hose Argus arms akimbo and the eyes darted in their sockets. "But wherever it is, it's mighty kooky. I mean, look at this place! I knew we shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!" Peacock tipped her hat and tilted her head up to face Avery. "So, what makes you say that we don't have a little time, my fowl friend? I mean, definitely, the Skullgirl's on the move, but--"

"THAT!" Avery shouted, pointing at the Tulgey Wood as Father crashed through the trees, felling the burning wood instantly and crushing it under the mighty legs of the jabberwock.

"Gadzooks! This feller looks like trouble!" Peacock yelped. "No sign of the Skullgirl, but looks like we've got a bigger problem on our hands!"

"You thinkin' we scram, Peacock?" Avery asked.

"Naw, Avery! We beat the hell outta him and see if that gives us any answers!" Peacock laughed, pulling from behind her a pair of oversized cartoonish revolvers.

Cordelia

Cordelia saw all of this and had drawn her spear to run down the stairs and join the card soldiers. "I do not have superior mobility on the ground," Cordelia muttered. "This could prove quite difficult..."

Cordelia passed Lofty on the way out, and screeched to a halt when she noticed that the poor crane was cowering and burying his face in his front wheels. "Lofty, are you alright?"

"This is the third time this has happened," the crane whimpered. "I'm terribly afraid of those monsters! You understand, don't you?"

"Lofty, I'm sorry that you have to suffer through this as well," Cordelia said, patting the crane on the left tire. "Please... try to stay safe."

"O...Okay, I'll try," Lofty squeaked.

Cordelia then turned to Slapstick and prodded him with the butt of her spear. "Hey, Funny-Boy. Wake up. The castle is under attack."

"Oh, boy, another siege," Fat Guy grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"It's not a siege, Fat Guy, it's a full-on assault!" Cordelia replied.

"WHAT?!" Fat Guy yelped, perking up. "BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! HIT THE DIRT! DEFCON 1! AAAAHAHAAUAUAUAGGGH!!!"

Cordelia slapped him across the face. "Get ahold of yourself!" she barked. "We have a large army on our side; the card soldiers can provide support while--"

"RETREEEEEEAAAAATTTTT!!!!!!!!"

Three platoons of card soldiers, all of which were lit on fire, stampeded back into the castle, flailing their arms wildly.

"...never mind," Cordelia muttered.

"We're gonna die!" Fat Guy cried.

"WHO TOLD YA THAT?!" shouted Scraps, bursting through the door to the catacombs, riding atop the Bandersnatch. The beast screeched to a halt, and Scraps slid off of its back, jauntily sauntering up to the others. "We survived two kerfuffles, we could survive another, eh? Look on the bright side! We're experienced or something! Some of us more so than others, in fact! Lookin' at you, Cordelia." Scraps gave Cordelia a wink.

Cordelia, Fat Guy, and Scraps huddled together, while Lofty drew close and listened. "It's highly likely that we won't have much time before they reach the castle," Cordelia said. "We need to meet them before they can enclose us."

"Are we just gonna charge out there? That's suicide!" Fat Guy wailed. "What even is out there?!"

"Um... several large, fire-breathing dragons."

"I rest my case!"

"Well, unless you have a better idea, Fat Guy," Scraps said.

"I don't! Unless you count 'running like squirrels'."

"I rather like that idea," Lofty quipped.

"Well, I'm not just gonna sit here and watch some unsavory character take over the kingdom," Scraps said, "if that's what we're lookin' at here. You guys all saw how that witchy character murderized the entire kingdom of Camelot, right? We've gotta keep somethin' similar to that from happening, no buts about it!"

"That would be bad," Lofty agreed.

"That would be bad! Now, are we just gonna sit around here and spout bad dialogue, or are we gonna leap into action?!" Scraps shouted.

"We've been stuck here for a while now, I could use a stretch," Fat Guy remarked.

"Oh, yeah, things have been pretty slow since we beat the stuffing out of that cake," Scraps replied.

Scraps slid back onto the Bandersnatch's back and asked Cordelia to come with her.

"Can I come, too?" asked Fat Guy.

"You'll break the poor feller's back," Scraps replied.

Fat Guy poked his gut, and then shrugged in agreement. He then turned to Lofty. "Well, Mr. Crane?"

Lofty looked shyly away.

"Come on, man, would you rather sit here and wait for... whatever is outside to come bring down the roof upon you?"

That got the poor feller moving. Lofty immediately started up his engine and Fat Guy clambered into his cab. "That's more like it," Fat Guy said, putting his feet up on Lofty's dash.

"Get your feet off my dashboard!" Lofty snapped.

"Whoops, sorry!"

Lofty turned to Cordelia. "I won't deny the fact that I'm really scared right now... But I'm more afraid of what might happen if I don't do something. But... we are in this together, aren't we?" he asked.

"Of course we are, Lofty," Cordelia replied.

"Enough with the character development! If we keep flappin' our traps for long enough they'll stomp right up and eat us for breakfast!" Scraps shouted.

"She has a point," Fat Guy added.

Lofty revved his engine while Scraps urged the Bandersnatch to dash outside. "Let's gooooWHOOAAAAAA WHAT IN THE NAME OF OZ IS THAT?!"

Scraps and the Bandersnatch immediately screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Cordelia. Scraps gripped the shaggy fur of the Bandersnatch and looked up with her button-eyes at the literal army of jabberwocky.

"Welp, we're done for," Fat Guy said. "Good night, everybody. Show's over. That's all, folks."

"OVER?!" shouted a sharp, girlish voice. "THIS PARTY AIN'T HARDLY STARTED YET!"

All of a sudden, from a black hole in the ground an old-timey cartoonish-looking automobile driven by an anvil with arms and legs burst with its wheels spinning and its many, many passengers far passing its carrying capacity. Atop the pile of crazy cartoon cronies reclined an eyes-closed, orange-haired, preteen girl with long, metallic rubber-hose arms with feather-shaped optics connecting the segments. She wore a dark purple dress, a dark purple hat, white pantaloons, and an insane expression with sharp teeth--was that a bear trap?!--chewing a lit cigar. The automobile screeched to a halt before the Bandersnatch and Lofty, before disappearing through another black hole. The girl's shoes' holes in their soles spewed rocket flame and gently brought the girl to the ground. "Did somebody call for an impromptu deus ex machina?!" she declared, taking the cigar out of her mouth and tapping the ash off of the end, before squishing it into nothing (for it was an imaginary cigar) and opening her eye(socket)s. "Peacock, atcha soivice!" she declared, taking an extravagant bow and looking up at them. Yep, those indeed were her eye sockets. From afar, they looked like 1920's-cartoon eyes, but up close, they were clearly hollow eye sockets... try not to think about that.

"Whoa. You're just as crazy as that Slapstick fellow," Scraps said. "I like you already."

Peacock threw her head back and laughed heartily. "Glad to know that we're already gettin' along nicely!"

"How do we know that we can trust you?" Cordelia asked. "We are under attack, after all."

Peacock turned her head around and closed her eyes, putting up a palm. "Ya can't!" she said. "But if ya really don't like the idea of bein' stomped by these wackos, then you really oughta consider your options here, lady."

Peacock snapped her fingers, and from behind her came two goons: the anvil from before, and a massive blue weight with a chunky-looking male face.

"'Dis the guys you was gonna murderize?" asked the weight.

"No, no, no! They're just gonna let us help 'em control the dragon pest problem around here," Peacock replied, shaking her head and waggling a finger. She then turned to Scraps. "By the way, these are my goodfellas. That's Tommy Ten-Tons, and that's Andy Anvil." Peacock pointed to each.

"Youse better not lay a finger on the boss, doll," Tommy Ten-Tons said to Scraps.

"Ha, don't worry, wouldn't dream of it," Scraps replied, sweeping her palm before her.

Fat Guy and Lofty just stood there, looking at each other, then at Peacock, then back at each other.

"Hey! Whadda you two starin' at?!" Peacock shouted. "We gonna clear out some dragons, or what?!"

"Um, gonna clear out some dragons?" Fat Guy asked.

Peacock gave them a toothy, bear-trap grin. "THAT'S the answer I wanna hear! Now... let's paint the town red!" Peacock laughed and pulled out two bombs themed after 8-balls, before materializing another cigar into her jaws.

Cordelia leaned into Scraps and whispered, "I still don't completely trust her. She seems completely insane."

Peacock's head immediately turned 180 degrees and threw back to laugh. "I AM COMPLETELY INSANE!" she howled, before summoning back her cartoon auto and jumping in. "Andy, you take the wheel! Ya know I'm not old enough to drive!"

"Gotcha, boss!" the anvil replied, hopping into the driver's seat. Tommy Ten-tons took the backseat, and Peacock reclined in her old position.

Scraps urged the Bandersnatch to follow, and Lofty sheepishly trailed behind.

"Tell your truck to pick up the pace, fat boy!" Peacock yelled, without turning around. "I can hear his engine sputtering from here!"

Lofty was slightly miffed, but said nothing.

Cordelia still had her reservations about Peacock, but in a situation such as this... perhaps Peacock was their only option, since they were outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned.

Peacock

Peacock jumped off of the cartoon car as soon as she got close to one of the jabberwocky, before shoving a George bomb into its face and exploding it immediately with a cartoonish "BOOM!" appearing in the smoke. The jabberwock roared and recoiled in pain as Peacock landed with a SPLAT on the ground. She stretched herself back out and took a swing at the jabberwock's crotch. "Got the point?!" she shouted, busting the jabberwock's balls and causing it to stumble backwards from the force of the impact. Peacock then whirled around and pulled out one of her revolvers. "GARBAGE DAY!" she sneered, glaring at another jabberwock with an insane expression, before firing a baseball at its sternum. Peacock rifled through her hammerspace compartment ("I was looking for this," she remarked, pausing to hold up a rubber chicken) before pulling out a medieval cannon. "Yo-ho-ho!" she laughed, blasting a cannon into the jabberwock's solar plexus, before snapping her fingers.

A dark shadow appeared above the jabberwock and a piano came crashing down, smacking the monster over the head and immediately crushing its skull. The jabberwock collapsed.

"It ain't a vorpal sword but it's gotta do," Peacock remarked.

This definitely caught Father's attention. "Somebody's been watching too many cartoons!" Father snarled, standing up and lighting his palms ablaze. Peacock yelped and dashed off to the side, her legs moving in a wheel-like blur before the flames could lick her. "Your mind's been rotted by the television!" Father roared, sending fireball after fireball after Peacock.

"Yeah?! Tell that to the guys at FOX!" Peacock retorted, blowing a raspberry at Father, before doing a little Irish jig and dodging the fireballs that way.

"RrrrRRRARAAAAAGGGHHH!!" Father roared, blasting a pillar of flame at Peacock.

"Holy crap!" Peacock yelped, before pulling her top hat over her entire body and barely missing the pillar of flame. She peeked out from under the brim of the hat, then stuck her glove out to give Father the four-fingered cartoon character's version of the middle finger.

"Peacock, we gotta keep this PG!" Avery hissed.

"Eh, we'll edit it the f**k out," Peacock replied, getting up and pulling out two revolvers. "Reach for the sky!" she shouted to Father, before firing three ball bullets from each gun at him. Father's jabberwock swatted the cartoon bullets out of the air.

"She's absolutely insane!" Father howled in frustration.

"HA! Ya got that right!" Peacock replied. "Now, just watch while I--"

A jabberwock's tail slammed straight into her and sent her flying into a hedge.

"Aw, piss," Peacock grumbled, pulling herself out of the hedges and adjusting her hat. "'Course you know, this means war!"

But all of a sudden, Peacock was struck once more, flying through several rows of hedges, propelled by the form of Dark Meta Knight streaking through the hedge maze. "HEY! Watch the merchandise!" Peacock snapped in indignation.

"You will not get in our way!" Dark Meta Knight snarled.

"Oh yeah?!" Peacock snapped. "We'll see about that! I'm a mean machine with a license to clean, and I've got my cartoon cronies... to BOOT!"

And with that, Avery jumped out of Peacock's hat and kicked Dark Meta Knight in the face with a Goomba Shoe. "Ha! I'm-a the superstar!" Peacock jeered, rolling, turning into a cartoonish squash-and-stretch smear frame, and landing on her rump, before getting up and dusting off her pantaloons. "How about you don't try and smack me through five rows of hedges?" Peacock asked.

"You impudent buffoon," Dark Meta Knight growled. "You shan't humiliate me with your insane antics--"

Peacock immediately whipped out a mallet and whacked Dark Meta Knight in the face. "Bleh. I hate long-winded villainous monologues," she muttered. She then turned towards the camera. "Sound like anyone you know?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Somewhere else...

Robin

"I have a feeling that somebody's talking about me," Robin said to Toad.

"Eh, I wouldn't worry about it. Probably another comic relief character like me," Toad replied.

"What?"

"Forget it."

Peacock

Peacock dusted her palms off and prepared to turn around, but Dark Meta Knight growled in frustration and drew his blade. "One hammer strike is not enough to--"

"OKAY, HOW 'BOUT TWO?!" Peacock asked, whirling right back to face Dark Meta Knight and whacking him again with the mallet.

"You--"

"THREE?!" WHACK!

"cannot--"

"FOUR?!" WHACK!

"defeat--"

"FIVE?!" WHACK!

"me--"

"SIX?!" WHACK!

"Huurrruuguurrrhhghhgh..."

WHACK!

Peacock lifted up the mallet and tapped her index finger on her bottom lip. "Is that all?" she asked.

Dark Meta Knight groaned.

"Very well. I'll be off, then," Peacock replied, whirling around on her heel and putting the mallet away, before sauntering right through the hedges from whence she came.

"W-wait... You cannot defeat me... so easily..." Dark Meta Knight mumbled, stumbling after Peacock.

"I dunno, pal," Peacock replied, without turning around. "Seems like seven mallet strikes is the way to go."

Dark Meta Knight was far too dazed to give chase, so he simply fell flat on his face as soon as he tripped on the first hedge.

Scraps

"Dark Meta Knight should have taken care of that little cartoon brat by now," Father grumbled. "Just a few more little roaches to squash and nothing can stand between me and adult conquest."

"OH, PLEASE, GO SOAK YOUR HEAD!" Scraps shouted.

"WHAT?!" Father roared, his eyes igniting. "Your impudence is a mistake, young lady, and I will rip you apart like the doll that you are."

"Don't even think about it," Cordelia shouted, as the Bandersnatch plodded up towards the jabberwock upon which Father was mounted.

"What kind of adult are you, condoning the recalcitrant acts of these... these vermin?!" Father roared. "You are a disgrace to all adulthood!"

"I know you are, but what am I?" Cordelia asked.

"Is that really in character for you?" asked Scraps.

"It was appropriate, alright?"

"SILENCE!" Father screamed. "Ugh! You people are giving me a headache! I'll have no more of this nonsense!"

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Post by TheRandomRingmaster on Tue Dec 08, 2015 12:03 am

Flames and Gags

The little slapstick in the dream bubble hearing all the commotion, jumped up and started waving his arms around nervously black lines appearing above his head, he started to yell and scream and then he glared down at sleeping real Slapstick.

Dreamstick put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot impatiently, then stormed off of the dream-screen and dragged back a giant old-time alarm clock, he turned towards the screen and arched his eyebrows making it clear that he intended to use the device.

Then without skipping a beat he hefted it onto the Sleeping Toon's face.
"BONK!"
Slapstick shot awake, "DOES THE TOP SPIN!" he shouted half lucid. then turned to Pyro who was seated crisscross in front of him, his head resting on his hands.

A deep growl was heard, as a Jabberwock stormed in its teeth a'gnashing.
Slapstick gave a short "YELP" and scampered back, quite clearly not expecting a sudden Jabberwocky attack.

Meanwhile in the rainbow lovin' land of Pyrovison, Pyro looked at the creature.

It had pastel pink fabric skin, with a sewed-on vest that was bright blue, it had fluffy amorphous, pillow cloud wings, that flapped ever so slightly as it skipped towards Pyro, its black button eyes regarded him with a sort of sad look, as it reached towards him with stubby rabbit-like paws.

Slapstick tackled Pyro out of the way as the Wocky slashed with its horrid claws.
"ARE YOU CRAZY, STOP STANDING AROUND AND HELP ME!"

"You know Pyro I think we should help cheer up that Fluffblunky, he's all mopey wopey". Pyrovision Slapstick told Pyro.

"MMPPH!" agreed Pyro and looked at the creature noticing that it was awfully big...perhaps it was overstuffed!

Eyeing the large gut of the animal Pyro took out his Sharpened Volcano Fragment and gestured at the Jabberwocky.

Slapstick caught on and nodded,"You're gonna need a distraction, luckily", Slapstick took out a unicycle and creme pies,"I'm the most obnoxious thing this side of Toontown!", he leapt onto the unicycle and started juggling the pies, "DEE DOT DEE DEE DOE DOE DEE DOT DEE DEE DOE,DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DETT DEE DOE DOE!"

He continuied the Hampsterdance song as he chucked a pie at the Jabberwocky.

As the Lizard was covered with pie innards, Pyro started running forward.

The beast roared swiping at the Toon, and belching molten breath.
But Slapstick was took nimble and quick for this candlestick, as he ducked and swerved avoiding damage each time.

Pyro ducked and gave a massive swipe.

The Jabberwocky gave a pained cry as its innards began to spill out.

As its entrails painted the floor(and Pyro) red, Slapstick cycled to the front and jumped, and brought his knee up into the Jabberwock's chin, at the same time bringing the two pies togather on the Lizard's head

"CRASPLAT!"
The beast fell.

Slapstick landed ungracefully, skidding slightly on all of the blood now on the floor.

"HIGH FIVE!" he yelled as he slid by Pyro putting up his hand.

"MPPH PHHFFMH!!" Pyro agreed returning the gesture
The duo made haste to the battle field where they were stopped in their tracks by a whole lot of Jabberwockys.

Slapstick was more concerned about where the others were however as he cupped his hands to his eyes, and peered out as if they were binoculars.

"I SEE THEM!", he shouted excitedly pointing.

"And I know just how to get there!"

...seconds later

A large bright purple cannon, with bright yellow at the mouth of the muzzle.
Slapstick had put avaiator goggles on, as well as a bright red helmet strapped to his head.


The Toon climbed into the muzzle, "Ok pull that string on the count of three ok!"
Pyro held the string connected to the back of the cannon,ready to pull.

"OH WAIT, HERE YOU'LL BE NEEDING THESE!" a large amount of firetruck red cylinders labeled TNT rolled out of the barrel.

"SHOW THESE DRAGONS CHINESE NEW YEAR!"
Pyro nodded and giggled like a child clearly excited.

"ONE!"
"TWO!"
Pyro pulled the cord unable to wait.

"BOOOM!"

Slapstick was launched, the wind blew back his face as he rocketed towards the party.
as the Toon rocketed by Father, he grinned and flashed a little peace symbol. as he smashed into a Jabberwocky.

The reptile was launched back a good ten feet smashing through the smoldering trees of the Tulgy Wood.

Slapstick shakily stumbled forward little Toon stars circling around his head "!noot a redro enoemos did" he proudly spoke.

Then he paused, "!mullebarec emos delbmarcs evah yam I kniht I ho uh"

"LEAVE MISTER BUBBLES ALONE!" The Little Sister shrieked as a Wocky swooped down to take a chomp, with a cry of child in tantrum. The Little Sister rammed her harvesting tool into the swooping monster's right eye.


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Post by ToadRopes on Wed Dec 09, 2015 10:55 am

Scraps

"Wow, nice timing, Slaps," Scraps remarked. "Though another toony loon just rolled up here in a car to help us put. You'd really like her."

Father muttered under his breath. "Another one of these buffoons," he grumbled. "And he's just as annoying as that other child..."

Father raised his palms and ignited fireballs within them. "You imbecile!" Father roared. "I will destroy you!"

"Why must you be so cliché?" Fat Guy asked, as Lofty lowered his winch down to him. Fat Guy knew the drill; he hooked the winch to his belt and gave the Shy Guy equivalent of a thumbs-up. Lofty pulled up the winch and Fat Guy began swinging himself about. A Jabberwock charged at the crane with its claws outstretched. The monster caught a red wrecking ball of flab to the side, stumbling off its trajectory and tripping to collapse onto the ground.

Scraps ducked out of the way of Father's Jabberwock as it stomped to approach Lofty. Lofty veered out of the way of a fireball, which streaked past him like a meteor of death and ignited a large bush.

Father's Jabberwock continued to chase after Lofty, as Father stood atop its head and flung fireballs at Slapstick. Lofty hollered for help as his tires churned the grass.

Meanwhile, Cordelia, sitting atop the Bandersnatch mount, saw the pen in which the flamingoes and hedgehogs were stored. This gave her an idea. Cordelia steered the Bandersnatch towards the pen. When she got there, she slipped off and used her lance to bash the door open. A crowd of eyes stared at her.

Meanwhile, the Bandersnatch rushed into the fray to ram a Jabberwock, using its meaty head to compensate its weight against the massive dragon creature. Its teeth bared and its dirty blue eyes, with a piercing gaze, drilled through the Jabberwock with a glare of defiance. It pawed the ground in an attempt to gain headway on the creature.

Scraps pulled out a pair of pruning shears from her pocket, before running to the burning bush and snipping off a flaming branch. Careful to hold the branch's flaming end away from her own body (she was quite aversive of flame), Scraps dashed toward Father's Jabberwock and held up the branch. As its foot fell towards the ground, Scraps planted the burning branch in between its toes. The flames began to spread, and Scraps flew the heck outta there.

At the same time, a cloud of pink birds and a rolling field of prickly hedgehogs burst from the pen, released by Cordelia. The birds, their wings flapping in panic, crowded the faces of the Jabberwocky and blocked their vision in a flurry of pink.

The fire spread up the leg of Father's Jabberwock and it screeched in anger, pain, and frustration. The monster bucked and caused Father to fall off its back. "Wh-WHOAAA!" Father hollered. Scraps laughed at his misfortune, while Lofty drove the heck out of the way of the falling Jabberwock. Father stopped his descent with fire, now furious. "You've all made me very, VERY--"

Suddenly, a shoe came sailing out of the hedges and caught Father in the nose.

"EHHHHH, SHADDAP!" Peacock yelled, coming from the hedges and dismissing Father with a wave of the hand. She walked to Scraps's side.

The cartoonish shoe began to smolder as Father's arms quivered in fury.

"You are all going to PAY!!!" Father screamed, a column of fire erupting from around him and knocking back anybody in the surrounding areas.

"How much ya want? $10? $15?" Peacock snarked. Scraps snickered.

"Enough is ENOUGH!" Father roared, before sending fire in all directions. Peacock stomped the ground and a floorboard sprung up to protect herself and Scraps from the fire. Lofty hid behind a fallen Jabberwock, and Cordelia hung behind the pen. Father breathed heavily, his glowing eyes narrowed in hatred. He chewed his pipe.

"Nice fireworks, Krakatoa," Peacock remarked sarcastically.

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