Hahaha! Good morning fellow Fanfiction readers! And to my followers, good morning to you, too! It is I, Syphira, and I am going back to my old ways with writing fanfiction! I've been planning, revamping, and doing several other things in order to get ready for this big writing spree I'm going to be having during the Summer when I'm not doing anything else! That's right; I'm starting off with this ToonTown Fanfiction - a 15 (not counting the Epi and Prologue) Chaptered story featuring my and some friends' characters throughout the whole thing.
Also based on a dream I had like.. a few weeks ago.
Anyways, ToonTown belongs to Disney while Lady Vicky Lemonpop and Nights belong to me!
Here goes nothing~!
ToonTown – the world, city, state, and anything you could ever consider a home for all the Toons located in a corner of the Solar System. Cats, Dogs, Bears, and several other animals live in this happiness induced world – making most of what they can because there isn't much of a care in the world after they realized how far they have come with chasing what are called "Cogs" out of their homes. The Toons themselves weren't exactly sure where they had come from, but what they did know was that it required time, patience, and strategy to get them out of their homes. Several different animals began to get together and team up – using their weaponry known as "Gags" in order to destroy them for good, and often infiltrating the headquarters with a couple of their friends in order to get them away from the streets they all swept whenever they weren't looking. Nevertheless, the areas were guarded, owned, and ruled by the Mayor of all things Toontown: Flippy Doggenbottom.
Flippy is an aqua colored dog that surely knows how to pack a punch in the community; He, along with several other Toons, have worked together for several years in order to make the Toons feel more at ease with themselves and others. Not only had he worked for prosperity and happiness, but he was often the leader of search parties in order to find clues to several different Headquarters for the Cogs. From one insanely large search party, he made two – and from then on, he was able to find several different clues that would lead to what seemed like an extremely large Cog HQ. Though located in the area of Acorn Acres, Flippy had ceased going any further until he was capable of grabbing stronger Toons and sending all of his search crew down on their own into the area – including himself. From what it looked, it didn't seem like they couldn't handle it!
But when they started walking further into the foreign area of the new Cog HQ, Flippy was not expecting the consequence that was striking them if they had made any step that caused them to walk further.
Averting his eyes left and right, he had realized all his comrades and helpers were trapped in cuff-like traps – leaping over one that was aiming towards his direction. Yelping almost, he landed in a handstand position on his gloves. What the heck? What was going on? Getting back onto his feet, he dashed towards one of the cuffs – the one that was mostly holding Ahab and tightening itself around him so he wouldn't dare escape now.
"Are you okay? Ahab, you're not in any pain are you?" Flippy panicked, taking out a bag of Pixie dust before being held back by one of Ahab's gloved hands. This caused Flippy to lock eyes with the Cat – orbs now dilating once he realized the expression that was found was not normal. OrToony!
Ahab grit his teeth – the sea green eyes no longer the color that matched his fur, but a metallic gold. He had taken the Pixie Dust and threw it against the ground – watching the sparkling pieces of Toony magic disappear and fade into the ground itself. Though him and the other Toons were trapped amongst the ground – the threatening faces Flippy had witnessed were extremely terrifying to the naked eye. After snatching his hand back, he backed up and noticed the cuffs had a new symbol he wasn't particularly acquainted with – for it looked similar to a Toon's head, but much more malevolent and ruthless looking. He stopped paying attention and took a Whole Cream Pie out from his bag – his ears twirling about as he whipped around to find Cogs behind him with the same color of eyes as Ahab and the other Toons had collected. Several inquiries had formed in the midst of his head as he tossed the Pie towards one of the Robber Barons – the Pie missing and hitting one of the smaller cogs ahead.
"What is going on in here?" He wondered out loud, taking a step back and bringing out his switch that brought out a Storm Cloud. Though, he wasn't paying attention to the Toons that were behind him at the moment – Dee Version and Lord Lowden Clear grabbing both of his arms and making him drop the gag on their own, an exclamatory shout being heard throughout the mere tunnel to the area. "Help! Guys, snap out of it!"
"It looks like we've caught who the Chief wants," Came a Micromanager's voice from behind them all – jumping on top of a Backstabber's shoulder in order to speak to the panicked Toon in front of them. From the robotic perspectives and gazes that came from their direction, Flippy and the others fell right into the trap the Cogs wanted them to fall into in the first place. "It's about time, too; We've taken far too long in capturing the foolish Mayor."
"You say that as if it is such an easy task; How about I shrink your mouth down the next time we try to capture the Toons?" A Downsizer retorted, walking up to Flippy with his mechanical hands located in the pockets that could be found on his uniform. "You know, Toon, you were supposed to be trapped in the Vice President's hands a long time ago; You somehow escaped that, and then your putrid little friends escaped the constant trials that we've been trying to do against these Toons? Outrageous. It's about time we took you down with the rest of them."
"You can't do that; The Toons need a place to live!" The Aqua Dog responded, trying his best to struggle out of the grip but to no avail, "You machines weren't even supposed to be created – or increase in number! You were supposed to help us; That is what Gyro Gearloose was trying to accomplish on his own!"
"And that is what Gyro Gearloose failed to do," The Bossbot let out a wry smirk, "Though, Gyro Gearloose wasn't even involved in this little project of Toon Cuffs and such that you see before you! In fact, that wasn't any of our bosses – but at the same time, you could consider our guy 'the boss' in several different business contexts."
"... What?" Flippy tilted his head in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"
"The Big Guy – haven't you heard of him?" A Number Cruncher came from the crowd – fixating it's iron classes and messing with one of the calculators in it's hands, "Then again, you silly Toons were so busy trying to find out and investigate what makes us tick, you weren't even paying attention to the Business that was right in front of you!"
"The Big Guy has taught us more than what we could learn from our Bosses – and even the Bosses are much more educated than you could say they have been in the past." The Micromanager snickered, "You would be surprised with what we've planned to keep you Toons at bay. However, it's sad to announce you won't even be around to see what will trulyhappen to your pesky little town of Comic Book fakes."
"Who exactly is this 'Big Guy?'" Flippy prodded the cogs with several different questions – eyes narrowed, "You're constantly mentioning what seems like a name, but you're not saying anything that would actually allow me to know more about this person that you all know of! Have the gears gone to your head, or are you just trying to hide something that you know is going to come out sooner or later?"
"Flippy, Flippy, Flippy. . . You need to chill down for a moment, don't you?" The Number Crunched walked towards him, pinching his big black nose before typing up a few numbers on the calculators, "From what I recall, you have quite the low percentage of being able to escape our traps even if you did find out. You aren't really thinking this through, are you."
"We're Toons! We can get out of anything, Number Cruncher."
"Really now?" The Downsizer snapped his fingers – a robotic chuckle erupting from whatever sort of vocal box he had in him. "Boys. Release the chains and let us show this Dog our true potential, shall we?"
Several cackles, mutters in agreements, and other conversations went about as the chains on the cuffs were released – all the Toons and Cogs slowly crowding about Flippy.
There wasn't any chance of escape for this Dog;
And somewhere in the distance, the so called "Big Guy" sat and watched – a smirk doing nothing but growing on his face as he witnessed what was happening from far, far away. . .
