Disclaimer: I don't own Courage the Cowardly Dog, for if I did, this is something how 'Ball of Revenge would go.
A/N: Hey everyone, MasterBrattan here. First off, I'd like to apologize for taking so long with my other fics. But between work, ITT, having writers block, and just enjoying reading fics too much, it's been a little difficult. So for now, I'm doing something a little different.
Ball of Revenge Redux
Courage lay on the ground, defeated from the combined forces of his worst enemies, most of whom he has only dealt with once. Fiends that had been brought together by one bitter old man, Eustace Bagg. He felt that he couldn't go on, until he heard Muriel shouting.
"Courage, get up!"
The pink dog tried, but collapsed to the ground.
"Courage! There must something you can do! Anything!" Muriel cried out.
Courage thought and searched deep inside of his soul when it hit him. Getting his second wind, he hopped to his feet.
"Grrrrr!!" he started growling at his foes.
The Black Puddle Queen rushed up first, wailing like a banshee. All of a sudden, Courage shifted into a large shark, with his face on it. He swam/flew forward, catching her in his jaws, tearing her to shreds.
The Gangster Foot hopped forward next, intending to grind Courage beneath their heel.
"It's our turn, see. We're gonna mop the floor with ya, see." The Big Toe exclaimed.
Just then, Courage turned into a giant sledgehammer with spikes of the end.
"This won't end well." The Little Toe said as the hammer swung down on them.
Courage continued to smash down on the Foot. When he changed back, he was covered in purple pus, and green blood. He shook it off, ready to meet his next opponent.
"Who's next?" he said.
The Weremole charged, snarling and foaming at the mouth.
Courage stretched out, getting longer and thicker. There stood a pink snake with Courage's face. It had the hood of a cobra, and the tail of a rattlesnake. Courage bit down, injecting enough venom to kill a whale, and then he threw the Weremole against the wall, just for good measure.
"Were you creepsssss alwaysssss thissssss weak?" Courage hissed, resuming his natural form.
Le Quack stepped forward, chuckling.
"Hoo Hoo Hoo, little dog, do you think you can take … us … all?"
Courage had taken the form of a lion, pounced, and let's just say Le Quack's goose was cooked.
The Cajun Fox didn't get much of a chance to say anything because he was mauled by a pink alligator.
"You appear to be a much fearsome adversary, Dog." Katz said as he walked up, brandishing a spear.
Courage transformed into a dragon; it had pink scales, four legs, a bladed tail, and three heads.
"Oh my!" Katz exclaimed, feeling the need for a litter box.
"You guys are never going to come near my family again!" the middle head growled.
Courage picked Katz up in one claw. Katz threw his spear at Courage's chest, only for it to bounce off. Katz was torn to pieces by the three-headed dog/dragon.
Afterwards
The mess in the basement had been cleaned up, the laundry was put away (all by Eustace, with Muriel behind him with her rolling pin), and everything has gone back to what resembles normal in The Middle of Nowhere.
"Oh dog, Booga Booga Booga!" Eustace tries scaring Courage with his green mask.
"ROOAARR!!" Courage responds with a demonic face.
"Ahhhh!" Eustace screams.
Yep, whatever passes for normal.
A/N: you know, that went better in my head. Again, I apologize for taking so long my other fics, but between work at Wal-Mart, and school at ITT, I just can't muster up the focus to work on them, so I veg out by reading everyone's elses. Hope you guys enjoyed this, and I've got something in mind for Clifford, the Big Red Dog.