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Taz-Mania Digeri Dingo X Bottlecap. Before we start this fanfic, keep in mind that I have trouble organizing paragraphs and quotation marks. Maybe it has to do with my ADD thought patterns. I'm very good at spelling, I just have a little punctuation trouble so I wrote this in a semi-script format but don't worry, there ARE actions in it, not just dialogue. There's almost no Taz-Mania fanfiction, so I decided to make one about my favorite character, Digeri Dingo.

Digeri (Speaking to the reader): Hi, Digeri Dingo here! You are about to read one of the sappiest, most disturbing pieces of fanfiction out there. In it, I develop a romantic relationship with the rarest bottle cap in the universe, the Fizzie Blue Root Beer soda top from 1969.

Wendell T Wolf (Singing karaoke terribly off key):

I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it till my fingers bled
It was the summer of-

(Digeri Dingo casually cuts the microphone with scissors)

Digeri: Well, since that's over with, let's get on with the fanfic!

Fizzie's POV: If I had eyes, I'd close them and listen to as he speaks softly about my dazzling shine. I'm one of a kind, a little rough around the edges but smooth and stable at heart. I think he likes my type.

Digeri's POV: I gaze bewildered into the Atlantic blue of Fizzie, the rarest bottle cap in the entire universe. She's so beautiful and exquisitely crafted that her magical gleam brings tears to the eyes of me, Digeri Dingo, master treasure hunter and king of the bottle caps. I held her close to my chest as I felt warm tears of joy rolling down my muzzle. Seeing the best scavenger in all the world crying is a very rare experience, but her beauty left me absolutely stunned.

Fizzie's POV: If I could feel, I would feel the warmth of my master's soft, furry body pressed again my cold, hard surface. All my life, I've been living on top of a root beer bottle until he came along and rescued me. I've never met a more beautiful creature in my entire life. He collects bottle caps like myself and treats them like his own children. Every night, he makes sure they're all present and accounted for and sings them to sleep with a lullaby about riches.

Digeri's POV: I wipe away my tears with a handkerchief. After all, too much crying would make me lose my edge as the coolest dingo in the world. I pulled her even closer into my embrace, treasuring our beautiful moment together. A bottle cap is something that can't talk back to you, cannot betray you and never ever talk about you behind your back. Leave all that dirty work and betrayal to me! Fizzie just makes herself look beautiful and that's all that I need.

Fizzie's POV: I've never met someone so sweet and intelligent in my whole life. He always treats his "children" with love and compassion unlike Taz who probably just scatters them about. Digeri is what a true father should be like, he is the reason I'm happy to be a bottle cap. My life was nothing until I met him. If I could actually speak, I might have a chance of being the dom but since I can't, I'll always be the uke. It doesn't matter though, since we both love each other.

Digeri's POV: I snuggle against her rough surface in the soft bed. So small, so delicate, yet oh, so enticing. My tail started wagging uncontrollably. Right about when we were about to-

(Mister Thickley barges into the hotel room to bring Digeri his meal and sees Digeri snuggling with Fizzie)

Thickley: Uhhhh.....I'm not even going to ask this time. Now I've seen EVERYTHING!

Digeri: H...hey wait! Our little moment was supposed to be PRIVATE! I'm going to complain to the writer of this fanfic! Everything was going so smooth until YOU showed up so I'm going to give KurtmanJP a piece of my mind!

(Digeri storms off in anger)

Thickley: What's the matter with 'im?

Fizzie: "Dingo-Cap Shipping" is serious business.

THE END