Hello, fellow readers! :)
Now before any of you ask in the reviews or private messaging, no, AMoHO is not abandoned. It's just on hiatus, due to other stuff I'm working on and real life stuff. I'll get back to it soon. As for this fic, this is something I'm doing just for fun. The chances of me updating on this a lot is very unlikely, so don't be checking up on it every chance you get (then again, that goes for all of my other fics. ^^').
This was requested by retro mania, so I hope what I have interests you dude!
Enjoy!
Wet. Wet, and a little bit slimy. Maybe fuzzy as well, but it was hard to tell for sure. All of this was the perfect combination of one thing: Daily morning puppy kisses.
"Ahh! No Brain! Stop it! Hee hee!" The young blonde-haired girl attempted to push away the orange pup with little to no success. Smiles and giggles filled the room with warm sunlight, brightening the furniture in tints of yellow. The kisses eventually ceased, but they were immediately followed by tight child hugs.
"You silly puppy!" A tiny sigh Brain's lips and the girl loosened her grip, sliding off her bed soon afterwards. Bare feet and wiggly toes met fuzzy blue rug, and rapid patter patters met cold wood flooring. The squeaky door unleashed the surprisingly hyper five-year-old, and the timid yet equally hyper canine.
Down the stairs the two little balls of energy tumbled, and came to a stretching halt into the kitchen. Besides the two of them, it was completely vacant. Usually, the kitchen was breathing with the smells of breakfast, and the whistling of her hero. But that wasn't the case today. Maybe he was still in his bed sleeping. After all, he did come home late last night from a very important mission. Usually when that happens, he becomes very tired. It wouldn't be wise to wake him up for breakfast when she knew how to make cold cereal and maybe toast.
"Come on, Brain. Let's have Coco Puffs for breakfast." Brain grinned from ear to ear, licking his lips while doing so. Upon opening up the cabinet door, they were not met with the orange coo-coo bird. Instead, an evil smiling sun stared into their souls while holding his nightmarish bowl of Raisin Brand. A bleck erupted in the room, and the cabinet door slammed shut. The only other option available was toast, but there was a teensy weensy little problem: she didn't know how to work the toaster properly. But that wasn't going to stop her from figuring it out.
The young girl whipped out the toaster while the puppy fetched the bread loaf from the bread box. Together, they plugged in the device, placed the slice inside, and pushed down on the lever. Anxious eyes watched the toaster as time seemed to stand still. Out of impatience, she began to whack the toaster with a wooden spoon, shortly followed by erupting black smoke. Brain hid under the table in fear, as the girl desperately attempted to unplug the toaster. Her efforts were in vain however, as the loud beeping of the fire alarm broke the morning silence.
At first, a muffled panicked scream could be heard upstairs, followed by a thud of a person falling out of a bed. Afterwards, frantic thumping trailed down the stairs and into the source of the alarm. Standing in the doorway was a lanky, confused man. His wild jet black hair looked even crazier than usual. Mechanical yellow hands were emerged from the zany bush, grasping at the wall for support. His wide eyes darted back and forth. His attire consisted of a t-shirt with a Canadian team logo on the front, and boxers with hamburger designs. Roller skate wheels seemed to be fused to the soles of feet, and were causing his legs to go all over the place. Overall, he gave an immature impression. Well, maybe everything except of the look on his face. The worried expression quickly morphed into a scolding stare. The young girl gave a weak smile, and a nervous giggle.
"Good morning, Uncle Gadget."
000
Breakfast was uneventful after Uncle Gadget stopped the smoke from rising out of the toaster. Apologies were spoken, hugs were given, and pancakes were served. Once all of the sticky syrup was licked clean from the plates, Penny rushed up to her bedroom to get dressed for the day. She decided to wear her yellow overalls, with a white t-shirt, and her stripy socks. Afterwards, she brushed her teeth with her sparkly toothbrush, and combed her bright blonde hair, which hung right below the shoulders. Penny looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with how she looked.
It wasn't long before the sound of squealing little girls and barking puppies echoed through the overall quiet neighborhood. Activities mostly included running around the house, playing hide-and-seek, and failing to catch any robins. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be long until Little Miss Whinny McWhinster came riding by on her bicycle with her nanny. Hard not to notice really, since the horrible racket the training wheels made could be heard blocks away
In all honesty, Penny wouldn't have a problem with Whinny, except she continually tried to prove she was smarter than her. Uncle Gadget said it was because she was jealous, so Penny tried not to "add fuel to the fire", as some would say.
"Hey, Penny!" her voice was annoying and high-pitched. Even Brain covered his ears in discomfort. It took every muscle in Penny's face to manage a believable smile.
"Hi, Wh-Julie!" she had to be more careful about saying that secret nickname around her.
"Guess what I can do!"
"What can you do, Julie?"
"I can count all the way to forty!"
"That's nice, Julie!"
"All of the other kids can only count to twenty!"
"Great!" Penny's smile faltered. She almost couldn't stand Whinny's boasting and downgrading on the other kids.
"How high can you count, Penny?" There she went again, taunting Penny to give a justifying answer. She so badly wanted to tell her the brutal truth and say four thousand, but she knew that would only bring a siren of pouts and whines.
"Twenty-four," Penny said instead. A smirk grew on Whinny's face. Normally, she would give a mocking jingle on how she was the best, but it seemed that Penny's response was satisfying enough. Whinny rode off with her ever-so-passive nanny, continuing the racket down the street.
It took everything in Penny to not scream out that she could ride her bike with only two wheels.
Brain patted her on the back, rewarding her for her patience, kindness, and self-control. A genuine smile returned on the young girl's face. Out of nowhere, Uncle Gadget called from the house, holding the gadget phone in his right mechanical hand. The neighborhood was more than thankful that he was wearing his usual trench coat and fedora.
"Penny! I just got a call from Prof. Von Slickstien! He wants me to come to the lab to check out something of his! Would you like to come along?"
If the human smile could grow to be a mile long, Penny's certainly would at that moment.
"OH WOULD I!" In a lightning bolt flash, both child and dog ended up in the back seat of the cop car, seatbelts buckled. Uncle Gadget could only chuckle from their excitement.
000
Wondrous eyes watched the mesmerizing motion of the chemicals hopping through the vials and tubes. Whirring and beeping of robotics brought the room to life. Colors of green and purple gave off an imaginable atmosphere. The perfect picture of the paradise only a young girl like Penny could enjoy.
"I see you've been quite busy lately," Uncle Gadget remarked, glancing around and narrowing missing a dormant robot arm.
"Oh yes," replied the professor. "I've been conducting a lot of experiments for this new project of mine. Fortunately, Dr. Jindal has helped me greatly over the past few weeks." The mentioned apprentice was standing with the two men, his eyes locked on Penny and Brain. "And speaking of projects, do you mind coming with me for a moment? Jindal can keep an eye on Miss Penny and… what is your pet's name again?"
"His name is Brain," Penny spoke up, matter-of-factly.
"Brain. Yes, sorry. Hard for me to remember names." Brain didn't seem to care though. He was a very understanding puppy.
"Now you be good for Dr. Jindal, alright Penny?"
"I promise, Uncle Gadget." And with that, inspector and professor left the room, leaving the only one who wasn't all that fond with children in the room with a five-year-old and her anthropomorphic puppy dog-thingy.
"Don't touch anything!" the apprentice snapped the moment all three were left alone. The suddenness of the harsh voice made Brain jump and hide behind Penny. As for the young girl, her eyebrows narrowed ever so slightly.
This wasn't going to fly with her at all.