Okay, so yes, this is a major crossover, but mostly for the first chapter. For the rest of the chapter, it's between two popular shows: TUFF Puppy...and the Total Drama series. I loved TDI...TDA and TDWT sucked. I just like the third season for Sierra and Blaineley.
Okay, I hate explaining because it's a LONG story, so I'll put into short and you'll find out the rest on your own. The stories I make are in MY cartoon universe, and every cartoon knows each other...oh, and Duncan and Courtney are couple as well as Gwen and Trent are still together. And Sierra...made her kind of like me; I want to be a cartoonist someday. :)
So if you still are confused, go to my Deviantart page, cartuneslover16, and see my work and you'll understand. And you'll probably need to read my other stories to get inside my head, as well as The ULTIMATE Story.
Anyway, please read and review!
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Sierra smiled to herself as she let her imagination run freely on the paper she was drawing on. Sitting at her desk, she had no problem thinking the next big comic strip for her next issue. For as long as Sierra could remember, cartoons were her life, and drawing was the greatest job in the world.
She adjusted her glasses as she drew the head of some wacky doctor with a thermometer, a job she found dull and stressful. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor, but Sierra followed her dreams and became a cartoonist; they respected her decision.
"Hey, there."
Sierra turned from her seat and smiled as she saw a familiar face with golden hair. "Hi, Squirrel."
Her friend smiled as she pushed a strand of loose blonde hair from her face. "Just dropped by LA since Mother's Little Angels are doing another performance, including the Chipmunks and Chipettes. How are you doing?"
Sierra smiled before she looked at her finished work. "I'm doing great. And I've finished page ten."
"Your comics are awesome," Squirrel told her as she stood beside her desk and observed the new strip. "Wow, my little brother is going to go nuts once this comes out."
"It still surprises me that before you guys became adopted siblings, you use to be in love with each other!" Sierra exclaimed. "Not that I'm saying it's gross or anything, but...he's just a kid!"
"I've put that behind me, thank you..." Squirrel muttered. "So, when you out?"
"Right now," Sierra said before she grabbed her portfolio and slipped her drawings inside. "My boss won't be expecting this for four more weeks and I've only got fifteen more pages to go."
"Awesome," Squirrel told her. "Lou and Cleo are outside, along with Sadie and Owen."
"Lou?" Sierra repeated in a soft voice. "Owen?" Her eyes fluttered as those names set her heart beating.
Squirrel chuckled. She knew Sierra harbored a crush for Total Drama Island's winner Owen as well as the Evil Adult Industries/adult villain Lou, aka the Toiletnator. Though Sierra respected that Lou was married to his wife Cleo and Owen was with the crazy redhead known as Izzy, Sierra still held a fondness for both of them.
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you..." Squirrel laughed. "DUH is performing alongside Mother's Little Angels as well."
"Oh, the Delightfully Unbelievably Happy kids!" Sierra exclaimed excitedly. "I just love that little Rocky!"
"Yes, she and her siblings are wonderful, aren't they?" Squirrel sighed happily.
After packing her things, Sierra walked down the hall with Squirrel. Going down the long pathway, Sierra took her time to study the human squirrel's features. Long blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, soft tinted lips, and a body to die for...
But Sierra envied none of that. She loved herself just the way she was. Her long, purple-dyed hair which she tied back into a long ponytail, dark eyes, nice curves, and a smile made for the big-screen. Though its been said that there's no such thing as perfect, Sierra believed that everyone was perfect in their own way, especially her and Squirrel.
"Hi, Sierra!" Sadie and Owen greeted as they sat in the backseat of Cleo's car.
Sierra waved at them as she and Squirrel emerged from the exit door of the studio. She smiled at Sadie, then gave an even bigger smile to Owen. It still surprised her that both Owen and Sadie were cousins, though she could see a huge resemblance between them.
"Hello, Sierra," the Filippino woman with long black hair known as Cleo greeted as she sat at the driver's seat.
"Hi, Cleo," Sierra greeted as she and Squirrel squeezed into the back. She smiled as she saw Cleo's husband, dressed in his villain attired, sleep soundly as he lay against his seat. "He just got off work?"
"No, he just got off some boring speech made by Father," Cleo rolled her eyes as she started her car. "Anyway, let's eat. Any choices?"
"Oh, oh, oh!" Owen exclaimed. "How about Mung's place? I'd sure like more of his frapple pies..." His tongue wagged with the images of hot-steaming pastries in his mind.
"I remember the last time you guys brought me there..." Sierra chuckled as the car drove out of the parking lot. True, meeting the famous Squirrel Winters and the Total Drama cast was a really interesting event in her life...But the most interesting of all were meeting the others.
Though they were far from normal, Sierra could care less. Those interesting characters were fun, nice, and everything she thought would fit into some crossover cartoon.
"He got my text," Squirrel said as she tapped on her i-phone. "Brace yourselves."
"Not a little pizazz!" Sierra exclaimed in horror.
"A little pizazz!" Squirrel laughed.
And suddenly, great puffs of sparkling powder shot out from her cell, surrounding everyone and Cleo's car.
Lou snorted awake. "Did we win?" He muttered before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He noticed the power. "Oh, good, we're going to see Mung Daal and the others!"
"Watch out for Endive," Sadie rolled her eyes.
Soon, the vehicle traveled through thick clouds of smoke...
...and they were greeted by the colorful streets of what was Marzipan City.
Sierra sighed as she gazed out the window, admiring the beautiful features of such a unique town with its unique people. "Oh, have I ever mentioned this place should have it's own show?"
"Maybe this place could work as some encouragement for that cartoon show you're working on," Cleo suggested. "Maybe-"
She immediately hit the brake, sending everyone forward. There, standing a few feet from the car, was purple bear-cat-thing with purple garments and a funny hat.
"Chowder!" Cleo exclaimed, clutching her beating heart. "I nearly made road pizza of you!"
"Sorry!" Chowder apologized. He smiled when Sierrand Squirrel emerged from the car. He wasted no time of jumping into their arms, embracing them both.
"Hi, Chowder," Sierra greeted him. She pinched his chubby cheeks. "Oh, look how cute you are!"
"I like it better when you tell me that," Chowder said happily. "Not when Panini says it."
"The girl's getting more nutso..." Owen whispered to Sierra.
"Aw, hello, crew!" They all turned to see a bright blue old man with a white mustache emerge from a large building, bowl and spoon in hand. He smiled especially at Sierra. "Aw, our good cartoons lover! Good to see you, Sierra!"
Sierra waved. Then she sniffed the air, her mouth watering. "Do I smell cake?"
"Well, I've just baked a wedding cake," Mung said as he looked back at his kitchen doorway. "But there are plenty of leftover cake pieces for you to-"
"Out of the way!" Owen shouted as he ran past Mung and into the kitchen.
"Sweet beans in a basket!" Mung said in an astonished tone. "For a big guy, he really can run the distance!"
Soon, everyone was gathered around the table, eating leftover wedding cake. Sierra smiled as she watched the wonderful moment before her. Everyone was different in their own way, but being together made it no conflict. Like a family.
She took another bite of the delicious cake. "Love this, Mung!"
"Oh, thank you, dear," Mung told her gratefully. "Maybe when you're engaged I'll make a cake for your wedding."
"Speaking of weddings..." Sadie said through a mouthful of cake. "How'd your date go last night?"
Sierra's smile suddenly fell from her face, and she began picking at her cake. "I got stood up."
The others gasped.
"Oh, that's terrible!" Cleo exclaimed.
"What a jerk!" Sadie cried. "Hope his pants get caught in some electric wire, and it rips off his-"
"Sadie!" Owen exclaimed, distraught by her comment.
"Really, I'm good," Sierra assured them. "Every guys is different. Some are awesome, some are jerks...the good ones seem hard to find now-a-days."
"Oh, trust me..." Squirrel rolled her eyes. "Quahog is just like that."
Suddenly, Squirrel's phone began to beep. She read over her message. Her eyes widened.
"I got to go!" She said before hopping from her seat.
"It can be many things..." Cleo said playfully. "your company, TUFF, or maybe your boyfriend?"
Squirrel blushed. "Unfortunately, it's not the third one." She shut off her phone. "Dudley needs me."
"He needs you alright..." Sadie said with a tiny giggle.
Sierra raised an eyebrow at the name. Who was Dudley? Another employer? An ex? None of those questions were answered as Squirrel immediately ran out the door.
"Wait a minute..." Sierra called in confusion as she stood from her seat. She made a quick wave of farewell to the others before she ran after Squirrel outside. "Squirrel, wait!"
Squirrel turned to her. "What?" She asked.
"Okay, I haven't known you guys too long," Sierra pointed out, taking her glasses and placing them in her pocket. "Remember how I've just been recently introduced to Fanboy and Chum, and not the mention those cool people at Charles Darwin Middle School? Yeah...who's Dudley?" She knew many of the people Squirrel and the others introduced her to, but if there were more, Sierra desired to meet them.
"Um, well..." Squirrel bit her lip. "I'll explain on the way."
Sierra was startled when Squirrel grabbed her arm and dragged her to a nearby alley. Sierra just watched as Squirrel pressed a button on her watch. And before her eyes, a flying disk of some kind emerged from it and propped itself on the floor. Squirrel stood atop of it before offering her hand to Sierra.
"But you're a flying squirrel!" Sierra reminded her.
"I'm a bit lazy today!" Squirrel laughed before Sierra joined her on the disk.
Soon, they were up in the air, high above Marzipan City, going to a special place Squirrel had been introduced to a short while back...
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"Darn it!" Dudley Puppy exclaimed as he checked his watch. "Where is she?" Then he grew worried. "Was their trouble? Is her gorgeous hair on the fritz? Does she not want to see me?" He was panicking.
His partner, Kitty Katswell, rolled her eyes as they stood out in the street. "No, Dudley...I'm sure she's just running a little late." She hid the slight growl in her voice.
"Hey, I'll wait ten dog years for her if I have to," Dudley said with a manly tone. He sighed as his heart began to beat. "Because I love her!" He shouted crazily.
Kitty rolled her eyes. This wasn't the first time he had announced he loved Squirrel Winters. "But she has a boyfriend! I thought you gave up on her!"
The white-furred dog gave her a cool smile. "Not all the time, Kitty." Suddenly, his ears perked up to the sound of a familiar flying object. He looked up in the sky. "Squirrel!"
The blonde girl waved at him as she brought herself and Sierra down to the ground. She had the flying disk inserted back into her watch and she smiled at Dudley and Kitty. "Hey, guys."
"Why, Squirrel..." Dudley said softly as he approached her with graceful steps. "You're just as lovely as the day before yesterday when we last hung out..."
Squirrel blushed. "Yeah, thanks..."
Both Dudley and Kitty turned to see Sierra emerge from behind Squirrel, still shuddering from the ride. The purple-haired cartoonist gave them a shy, friendly wave.
"Hi," she greeted calmly, "I'm Sierra."
"Her hair looks like a plum..." Dudley whispered to Kitty.
"Dudley, be nice," Kitty warned him before she smiled at Sierra. "Hi. I'm Kitty, this is Dudley."
"S'up?" Dudley greeted with a friendly smile. He gazed back at Squirrel. "Squirrel, thank goodness you're here!"
"What's the sitch, Dudley?" Squirrel asked in a serious tone. "Snaptrap trying to rid the world of cheese again? The Chameleon has disguised himself as the mayor?"
"No..." Dudley said as he grabbed her hand. "It's Annual Meat Lovers Day!"
"Annual Meat Lovers Day?" Squirrel and Sierra repeated.
Before they knew it, a huge crowd of people emerged from out of nowhere, screaming and chattering for their love of meat, which was suddenly raining from the sky thanks to the meat company helicopters bringing them in.
"Squirrel!" Sierra called out frantically as she was shoved back and forth by the citizens. She searched among the many heads of many anthropomorphic animals, but not a blonde head in sight.
Finally, Sierra managed to squeeze herself out of the chaotic crowd, standing beside a library. She breathed deeply, having just survived what she would call a traffic jam without a car. But like a car, she was now lost. She lost Squirrel and the others among the crowd.
"Squirrel!" Sierra cried out. But no response, at least, she thought there was none on account of the loud voices throughout the streets.
Sierra rubbed her head, trying to remain calm. She looked down the streets, trying to find empty spaces for her to get through, in hops of finding Squirrel and her friends. Taking a deep breath, Sierra rushed through the crowd.
"Watch it!"
"Hey!"
"My meat, man!"
Sierra was halfway through the crowd...then she stumbled on a bone.
Sierra screamed as she went flying into the air...passing some random doors in some random building...then she landed on a cold tile floor.
She groaned, rubbing her head. When she looked to see where she was, her eyes widened.
Computers...animals in lab coats and dark suits and shades...incredible weaponry...where was she?
Sierra lifted herself from the ground, whistling in astonishment as she gazed at her new surroundings.
"Hey!"
Sierra wheeled around, and was greeted by a giant face on a computer screen.
"This is TUFF personal only!"
Sierra took a good look at the person yelling at her. It was a flea, and apparently, so small it was using a device of some kind to show its face more closely.
"I...uh..." Sierra was mentally cursing herself for being such a klutz. Cursing herself even more because she feared fleas because of how they caused itchiness and she had just angered one right now.
Before she had time to utter a full word, she was surrounded by animals with guns...directed at her.
Sierra shuddered, feeling like some cartoon character in one episode being accused of a crime. But maybe stumbling into this wondrous place had been her crime...
"Hold it!"
All eyes turned toward the person that shouted out. Sierra peered over the flea and its gun and saw an animal of some kind standing among the other dressed animals.
He had a large dark nose, frizzy hair, big glasses, buckteeth...and gills?
Sierra gazed more closely that, indeed, gills were on the side of the mysterious animal's neck.
"Keswick," the flea exclaimed. "What is it?"
"This g-g-girl," the animal known as Keswick announced with a stutter as he stood beside Sierra, "is no harm. I've just checked through the s-s-security cameras; she came her by accident. Meaning, she's no threat to TUFF."
The other animals murmured among themselves, nodding in agreement. And they returned back to their work.
"Well, I feel like an idiot..." The flea muttered. He gave Sierra an apologetic look. "Sorry about that, ma'am." And he had his machine drive away.
Sierra just stood there, dumbfounded. It all seemed to happen so fast. But she regained herself and smiled nervously at the animal known as Keswick.
"Hey, uh, thanks..." Sierra told him. "I was getting scared there..."
"You're welcome," Keswick told her with an assuring smile. "Miss...?"
"Sierra," she told him with a soft smile.
"Miss Sierra," Keswick pronounced. "As you might already know, I'm Keswick." He gave a bow. "That flea was the Chief; forgive him, he doesn't like s-s-strangers coming into TUFF."
Sierra blinked at the name. "What's TUFF?"
"Turbo Undercover Fighting Force," he informed her. "An organization filled with t-t-top spies."
"Spies..." Sierra repeated, the word sinking in. She blinked a couple of times. "You serious?"
"I am a scientist, Miss Sierra," Keswick told her. "I'm serious. You have set foot on spy territory."
Sierra blinked a couple more times. Then the largest of smiles formed on her face. "This. Is. So. Cool."
"Well, true to word combining d-d-danger with adventure is quite an int-t-teresting occupation..." Keswick stuttered. He gave her another bow. "I'll be happy to show you safely out, and out of guns' way."
"Uh, thanks, Keswick..." Sierra said with a chuckle as she followed him across the hall.
The interesting animal opened the doors of TUFF, motioning for her to exit out. Sierra only took a few steps toward the door, then she smiled a bit at Keswick.
"Listen..." She began as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Obviously, I'm new here, and my friend and I got separated. So maybe you could...?"
"Why, I'd be happy to show you around," Keswick offered. "When I was in college, I was a tour guide for P-p-petropolis."
"So that's the name of this dog-gone-it-town..." Sierra said as she gazed around the streets of the town she had just arrived in.
"Trust me, there are more than just d-d-dogs living here, Miss Sierra," Keswick informed him. Then he gave a smile. "Just let me pack some devices and I'll take you around."
Sierra smiled, grateful for his help and generosity. Then she raised an eyebrow in confusing as she watched Keswick pull the strap of his pants...
...and shoved his devices in.
He has a pouch? she thought with shock. What the heck is he?
Keswick placed his strap back and gave another bow to Sierra. "Miss Sierra, your tour awaits."
Sierra pushed aside her surprise and just smiled down at the animal of some kind before they both walked out the doors of TUFF.
And here I thought he was Platypus...Sierra thought with a mental sigh.