A/N: My sister and I had a bet that the toss of a coin would decide which
of us had to write a Time Squad fanfic. Since fate hates me, here is my
homage to Time Squad. It's go time!
Larry tiptoed into Tuddrussell's phaser room, barely noticing the ridiculous sign on the door. His thoughts were bent on one thing only: something he should have got rid of long ago. Larry's gaze fell on it. Larry smiled.
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Larry had an unaccustomed feeling of power as he cradled the enormous gun. He was having fun. Suddenly there was an explosion. In one fell (though accidental) swoop Larry had blown away Tuddrussell's enormous, vacant grin forever. Larry's blue eyes, seemingly so innocent, narrowed in unholy glee. He felt nothing but dark satisfaction: he had finally won the battle. He let his hard drive drift back to the day it had all begun.
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L: "Right, we sorted out that fiasco and the king's good and mad. Let's go home."
T: "No way! We are NOT going just yet!"
L: "But the mission's complete, there's nothing left to do!"
T: "I think this is the perfect time for a family photograph."
L: "What, this minute?"
T: "Why not?"
L: "Well, for one thing, I need a new coat of varnish."
O: "Oh, come on, Larry, there's no time like the present. I think a family picture's a great idea."
T: "See? Otto agrees with me."
L: "Fine. But make it snappy, I've got some important downloading to do."
T: "Okay, Mr Fussypants, whatever you say."
O: "Would you take a photograph of us, please?"
random historical Frenchie: "Veech vay up ees zees box?"
O and T: "CHEESE!"
(muffled grunt of outrage as Tuddrussel suddenly grabs Larry and pins him in place)
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Larry had always hated that photo.
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Larry couldn't let them find the charred photograph. He looked round carefully and quickly incinerated it with a beam from his eyes. He went out, humming happily to himself.
Larry tiptoed into Tuddrussell's phaser room, barely noticing the ridiculous sign on the door. His thoughts were bent on one thing only: something he should have got rid of long ago. Larry's gaze fell on it. Larry smiled.
....................................
Larry had an unaccustomed feeling of power as he cradled the enormous gun. He was having fun. Suddenly there was an explosion. In one fell (though accidental) swoop Larry had blown away Tuddrussell's enormous, vacant grin forever. Larry's blue eyes, seemingly so innocent, narrowed in unholy glee. He felt nothing but dark satisfaction: he had finally won the battle. He let his hard drive drift back to the day it had all begun.
....................................
L: "Right, we sorted out that fiasco and the king's good and mad. Let's go home."
T: "No way! We are NOT going just yet!"
L: "But the mission's complete, there's nothing left to do!"
T: "I think this is the perfect time for a family photograph."
L: "What, this minute?"
T: "Why not?"
L: "Well, for one thing, I need a new coat of varnish."
O: "Oh, come on, Larry, there's no time like the present. I think a family picture's a great idea."
T: "See? Otto agrees with me."
L: "Fine. But make it snappy, I've got some important downloading to do."
T: "Okay, Mr Fussypants, whatever you say."
O: "Would you take a photograph of us, please?"
random historical Frenchie: "Veech vay up ees zees box?"
O and T: "CHEESE!"
(muffled grunt of outrage as Tuddrussel suddenly grabs Larry and pins him in place)
....................................
Larry had always hated that photo.
....................................
Larry couldn't let them find the charred photograph. He looked round carefully and quickly incinerated it with a beam from his eyes. He went out, humming happily to himself.
