Revenge of the Beaver Chapter 1, a misc. cartoons fanfic

Revenge of the Beaver:
A Chuck E. Cheese's Fanfic

Chapter 1

"SURPRISE!" the whole gang yelled as everybody's favorite singing mouse, Chuck E. Cheese, entered the room. People couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to the whole thing: it was priceless. It certainly wasn't something he was expecting, because if you know Chuck, you know the truth. But his friends wanted an exception to the rule.

"What?" he exclaimed, looking like a very silly mouse as Pasqually rolled out the special cake. "What's all this? What's this for?"

Mr. Munch began tickling the keys of his grand piano, and the gang all launched into a rousing rendition of the mouse's favorite song, "Happy Birthday." When it was finished, the observers watching (because this was happening in front of a live audience Chuck didn't know was coming) began to cheer and applaud while Chuck blew out the candles, and purple, green, and yellow confetti fell from the sky (though not on top of the cake).

"You figured out today was my birthday?" the mouse asked when all the celebrations died down temporarily, still confused.

"Uh, well, it had to be some day, didn't it?" Mr. Munch replied, hoping the whole surprise wasn't going to backfire. "Uh, when is your birthday if it isn't today?"

"That I really don't know, I'm sorry to say," Chuck replied as he shook his head. "You see, I grew up an orphan, never knowing when that day actually was, or who my parents were, and so that is why I love to celebrate the birthdays with all the kids out there that come to our restaurants."

"That way, it makes up for you not having your own birthday party, yes?"

"Exactly."

"Well," Pasqually interjected, "we couldn't let our special mouse go his whole life without at least one party for himself, now could we? It's just like I said in one of our shows together: you may just be a regular old mouse, but you're our mouse, and that has to count for something, doesn't it?"

"I...I don't know what to say, really. It...it...it is amazing that you all would do this for me." Chuck began to blush.

"Look at all you've done for all the great kids across this fantastic nation of ours," Jasper spoke up. "It's great that you want all your guests to have such a great time with us. True blue; that's you!"

Chuck had a hard time not being able to keep from blushing and feeling slightly embarrassed at all the things his friends and guests were doing to celebrate him and his legacy in making folks laugh, sing, and dance with him. Helen even kissed him on the cheek, leading him to giggle a bit. But the idea of a symbolic surprise party where he was the star guest eventually made sense to him. Nobody wanted him to feel left out because he didn't know when his birthday was, and probably never will, and so he took in good stride.

Some of the gifts our favorite mouse received seemed cliche to receive (Pasqually gave him a chunk of cheese), while others were more practical (such as some of the clothes he received from Munch) or were geared towards his interests (he was a rock guitarist, so Jasper gave him a collection of rock music, past and present, by various artists). Helen's gift was the only gift nobody would have thought of, though: she awarded the mouse of her dreams a $2,000 shopping spree to any store of his choice.

"Wow, Helen; you went all out on that one," Chuck chuckled as he opened the gifts.

"I did have to make sure I had the budget for it!" she replied as the audience continued to laugh and applaud. "But it was one of the best ways to show that we are telling the truth: you are the greatest!"

"Aw, shucks; you guys are too much!" the mouse continued to smile. "But, you know, I couldn't do what I do best without the support of all my best friends! That's you guys, and that's all of you, too!" He turned to the audience, still applauding appropriately. "I also wouldn't be doing my job if I left anybody out, because they said I shouldn't be left out. Do we have anybody here who has a birthday today? The difference between you and me being that this is actually your birthday and you know about it, whereas I don't know when mine is. But that's okay. I've had a great life, and I'm just getting started."

Several kids in the audience raised their hands, and Chuck went into his usual routine as another cake was brought out to represent the kids' birthdays, and one kid was chosen to blow out the candles. Since the regular "Happy Birthday" song had already been sung, the band elected to instead do their special birthday song (this is the one that goes "I say 'Happy,' you say 'birthday,'..."), and the kid of honor blew out the candles.

When that particular session was over, Chuck concluded, "Thank you to you all once again. I have to admit I was not expecting this wonderful surprise, and I have the highest hopes that you kids are having the time of your lives here. But this I know: I'm Chuck E. Cheese, and this is the BEST DAY EVER!" The crowds cheered again, and later, a bunch of photo ops took place. Steve Waters also made a cameo appearance with the gift giving sessions, and so he also took part in the pictures. Though it seemed the shows had him appear as a special guest star, he technically was the second human member of Munch's Make-Believe Band (after Pasqually), and he was also a guitarist and singer. (In fact, he was Pasqually's vocal coach.)

But while all this was going on, one sadistic beaver had been watching from outside through a pair of high-tech binoculars, and he was no happy camper. "A special party for that spoil sport mouse, huh?" he sneered. "I don't believe I was invited! Then again, they wouldn't have done that, anyway. Nobody would. But that doesn't matter! Revenge! I will have my revenge! I will have my revenge, Chuck E. Cheese!" He laughed his evil laugh and went back home to concoct his next big scheme of world domination.

Though most folks had the belief that Justin was truly a villainous beaver (although folks were too stupid to figure out he was a beaver), Chuck still had the theory that nobody ever taught him right from wrong, and specific people had done nothing but be mean to him over the years, so he subsequently became a rude beaver, doing various pranks on various victims, even if they did nothing wrong to him.

How did Justin think these up, though? And just what was going to hatch in his brain next?