Hello! I'm baaack, this time with a mini multichapter (more like a two/three-shot^^) using the idea Randomnessgirl1 gave me –thankies so much! This short story is a birthday present for my little brother. Love ya kid, happy birthday! ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned WordGirl, she and Tobey would have gotten together by now! As you can tell from the episodes, I have yet to own it. XD
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"Huggy…" I said with a sigh, and reached over to adjust the powdery blue wig. "Your disguise is slipping off your head."
Huggyface squeaked and pushed up the thick lock flopping like a fish over his eyes. He glared up at me from under the fake hair, and I shrugged apologetically.
"Yes, I know it's a little big," I replied, "but we didn't have much time to prepare. The Annual Villain's Convention was supposed to be next week, and I was planning on getting our costumes on Friday…"
Huggy raised an eyebrow.
"Well, how was I supposed to know they moved up the date? If Amazing Rope Guy hadn't gotten busted yesterday and told us about the change, we would have had authentic costumes but no convention to sneak into!" My protest was weak, and we both knew it, but luckily Huggyface decided to let it slip. With another squeak he readjusted his wig and straightened the buttons on his dress, glancing up at me with another unsure look.
Our outfits were a little far-fetched, I'll admit it. What with Huggy struggling to walk in a long, sparkly orange dress (complete with fake blue wig, smudged lipstick and humongous heels), and me clad hurriedly in a long dark overcoat, green sunhat, and knee-high rain boots, we made quite a sight –even among the other villains. But they were all I could get together on such short notice, and as long as I could hide my face beneath the large hat brim, I was fine. For now.
The run-down motel sign was almost hidden by the modes of transportation crowding the parking lot and roof. There was Two-Brain's blimp hovering over the many cars, rocking slightly in the breeze and looped to the nearest chimney with an awful lot of twine; Tobey's robot was nearby, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that the cement around the robot's feet was crumbled and broken where it had been crushed by the oncoming machine. Seymour Orlando Smooth's fanciest car yet was taking up two parking spaces, and Chuck's sandwich mobile, while remaining in one space, had attracted the attention of Lady Redundant Woman as she attempted to pass by.
I ducked my head lower and continued on across the parking lot with my head down, staring at the ground nervously; this was not a good place to get into a battle, even though the open air created a pretty good place to dodge meat and robot and question attacks. Huggy kept his head lowered too, also aware of our sketchy circumstances, so when I rammed into the Butcher all I can do is blame my hat brim.
He turned around in confusion. "Huh?"
I swallowed hard. "Sorry sir," I replied in a voice just a little deeper than my own. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
The Butcher, finally realizing that I was the one talking to him from under the hat, smiled kindly.
"Oh, no worries! I'm a little clamsy myself," he replied. I winced at his words, biting my lip to keep from correcting his abominable speech –only WordGirl would improve his word usage, and currently I was not her.
"So what's your name?" The Butcher continued pleasantly, keeping pace with me as we neared the motel door. "I've never seen you around this town."
My eyes bugged from under the hat. Oh shoot! I thought frantically, what's my villain name? I completely forgot about it!
"Uh…" I said nervously, "I-I'm new in Fair City, yeah. I heard it was a good place for heists and up-and-coming villains, so I decided to visit the Villain Convention and see what it's like."
The Butcher nodded. "Oh yeah," he said airily, "Us awesome criminals are the most profischient of them all!"
I winced again.
"But what's your name?" he continued, as we reached the doorway and followed the other villains into the motel. "You didn't tell me."
"My name is…is…" I scrambled frantically for a name. "…Miss Malicious, yeah! That's it."
Huggy slapped a hand to his face.
"And this is my henchman Wilma," I added hurriedly, and clasped my hands together to hide the fact that I was sweating. "I steal, um, gold and money and such, using my super strength!" Phew, I thought in relief as I spoke, at least I've got this bit down.
The Butcher nodded appreciatively at my words. "Good name, Miss Maliksus," he said (I felt my stomach clench at his mispronunciation), "And super strength, huh? Pretty good power, I think."
I offered a false smile from under the hat. "Thanks!" I replied weakly. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find some refreshments…" Snatching Huggy by the arm, I shot off through the door and between the villains, only slowing down once we were past the first crowd and alone in the hallway.
"That was close, wasn't it?" I panted between beats of my racing heart. "Imagine if The Butcher had discovered us; we would have been in a meat battle before we even got inside…"
Huggy squeaked indignantly.
"What? It was the first name that I thought of!" I protested as we continued down the hall. "At least I came up with something!"
Huggyface squeaked again.
"No, I can't change your name now –you're just going to have to make do with Wilma." I replied, "And would you look at that. Food."
Huggy immediately switched his gaze from me to the room coming up ahead, shoving a stray lock of fake hair away from his eyes and screeching with delight.
"No Huggy, I don't know if we should get something to eat yet-" My words were lost on the monkey as he leapt from my side and through the doorway; I rushed forward and into the room just in time to see him jump onto the long table piled with junk food and begin shoving edibles into his mouth even before he was fully situated on the tablecloth.
"Gah! No, come back here!" I called quietly, but Huggyface ignored me completely. I pulled my hat farther over my face as a few villains, busy piling their plates with food, looked apprehensively from the monkey to me and back.
"Um, excuse me but did you just call that person Huggy?" a voice asked confusedly from my left, and I muffled a groan as I turned slightly to glance at the villain speaking to me.
There was Tobey, looking puzzled and slightly suspicious as he watched Huggy devour three sandwiches at the same time.
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There ya have it, the first chapter of my short story! Please review, I hope you'll excuse the lameness of it –I tried to keep everyone in character, but I don't know if I completely managed it… So again, review! Thanks so much! :D