Before the Case
A Toon Patrol Fanfiction by Jared Kerr
Prologue:
"You got a problem with that, Valliant?" I sneered, pointing the gun at the detective. He shook his head, "No, I just wanted to let you know something about the guy you're gonna Dip!" He backed up and pulled on a lever which made music start up. I looked confused, backing up and getting ready to shoot, all my henchmen gasped, looking down to see what caused the racket. He started jumping around and singing, stepping on a rake. It hit him in the head and caused me to laugh. That's how it started, my downfall. I heard the laughter of my crew roar up in the background, Stupid's dumb chuckling, Wheezy's hacking and coughing, Phsyco's psychotic giggling and Greasy's laid back snickering.
But then it happened again, the one thing I feared most. Stupid fell, began chocking and then his ghost came out. It's happening again! I looked around, Wheezy was attempting to pull his ghost back, but it ended in his death, and he dropped dead. Enough! I thought, knowing that Valliant was gonna take down my gang. I loaded my gun and walked over to him, he turned to me, still in song. "I'm through with taking falls, I'm bouncing off the walls, without that gun I'd have some fun I'd kick you in the…". He was cut short by a vase that fell on him. The rabbit off in the other side of the warehouse shouted out, "Nose!" I stopped confused.
"Nose? That don't rhyme with walls!" I protested. But by then, Valliant was up. "No, but this does!" He kicked me in the lower parts, causing my Toon like body to fly backwards and splash straight into the big vat of Dip. I gasped, as my lower half began to dissolve. I looked up and saw Greasy's ghost fly up, followed by Phsyco's. My body then fully dissolved. I waited for my ghost to go but instead I got red wings and horns, instead of a harp, a pitchfork and a pointed tail. I was pulled down instead of going up. I wondered how life changed, before this case.
Chapter One: Beginnings
Well since I had time in you know where, I thought about how my life led up to this moment. For starters, my real name is Joshua. I used to be a regular Toon, but then he showed up. I lived up in northern Toontown; I was a fan of mobster movies and always wanted to become one. I had one problem though; I wasn't as open to crime as the other mobsters where, I even remember how the first day of my downward spiral began.
I yawned and woke up; the alarm clock started cursing at me after I punted it halfway across the room. I got up and yawned once more, grabbing a picture of my mother and father. When I was young, my father left for some movie deal known as the Wind in the Willows, where he plays a member of a group of weasels, I didn't think it would go far. My mother raised me for most of my life until I moved to an apartment building on Loopy Lane. I looked at my watch, sighing. I had a job interview over at R.K Maroon studios. Rummaging through my closet, whom I had to force its mouth open with a crowbar in order for it to cooperate, I found an old grey suit that I bought, with a matching grey fedora. I put it on and opened the door, bad idea. Toons where zooming by, back and forth, back and forth, missing me by mere seconds. I quickly gotten into the only thing my father ever left me, his old, black, human, dodge humpback paddy-wagon. I quickly got in and started it up, driving down the street. As I passed by my apartment, in the ally, I saw a strange Toon in black I had never seen before, staring at me with a golden smile.
When I got to the real world, I knew that I stood out. Everything was dull and normal compared to my colorful and cartoonish body, let alone the fact that I was sitting in a human car as a Toon. I pulled up into the driveway of R.K. Maroon studios. "So Mister, Joshua, tell me why should I let you co-star with Baby Herman?" The big boss, R.K. Maroon tapped his fingers on the desk, looking me in the eyes. I started sweating bullets; literally, they were making bullet holes in the floor. "W…Well sir, M…Mister Maroon, my father was in da Wind in the Willows, and I…" He began laughing and interrupted me, "Your Hector's child?" I nodded; he looked at me with interest "Well one thing he never told me was that you had a speech problem!" I sank back, hurt. All of the sudden a Toon rabbit came in, tripping and falling onto his face which caused his coffee to spill on his head. "S-s-s Sorry mister Maroon, I have your coffee" he said, gulping. Suddenly Maroon slammed his hand on the desk, laughing. "That is what we need for Baby Herman's co-star, Joshua, you can go now, we now have our co-star, what's your name son? The rabbit smiled and walked to him, "R-R-Roger sir." I stormed out of the office.
As I pulled back into my drive way, I was stopped by the strange Toon I saw this morning, he smiled at me. He spoke with a high pitched voice and his eyes were red, he was one disturbing Toon! "I assume you didn't get the job?" I growled, "Get outta my way, freak." He stepped on my tail, "I've been watching you for a while now Joshua, I know of your wish to live a life of crime." I stopped, mainly due to the fact that my tail was being stepped on and from what he said, "What are you saying." He smiled and led me down to the ally. There was a barrel, a grey metal barrel with a yellow warning sign on it. He began speaking, "My name is Victor Von Doom and I have been planning on taking over Toontown, but I have no followers, at least not ones I can trust to tie up loose ends when needed." I sat down in a chair that he pulled up for me; he then pulled out a portable black hole. "I'll see you on the other side!" He tossed the black hole underneath my chair and I fell into it, he then kicked the barrel in with me. Next thing I knew, I was in the human world, in some sort of warehouse, the barrel rolled upright and I sat up the chair. Doom then appear again from another black hole. "Welcome to the Acme Factory!"