Hiya! It's me again, are ya guys getting sick of me yet? :) This is my third Swat Kats Fic (yay!) Anyway, it is part of the series and as always, there is no back reading required, but if you want to go ahead, I don't mind, I REALLY don't mind. Oh yeah, the disclaimer...
Disclaimer: I, the author, do not own Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron or any of the characters. However, I own the characters that I made up.
This is not only General, but it has humor and all that other stuff that makes up a general...that's what all generals are like? Right? I'm finishing my second epp (Tricked) which will probably be finish by next week or this week...a note for people who want to know...
umm...Oh yeah, here it goes, and as always, I always say...
I hope this fic doesn't suck...
It's an Alien!
One autumn afternoon in Mega Kat City, a scrawny orange colored kitten who was wearing his favorite denim overalls, striped white and light blue shirt, black converse sneakers and red hat was running down the streets holding a old red book bag screaming, " Gotta get issue number thirteen, gotta get issue number thirteen, gotta get number thirteen! Gotta get number thirteen before it's sold out!" said the little cat.
Finally, he found the usual newspaper stand he goes to everyday, he stopped running and started to skid on the sidewalk making a cloud of smoke almost knocking kittens and cats down and he stopped right in front of the newspaper stand, the cat who owned the newsstand said,
" Whoa slow down Jake, where's the fire at?"
" Pops!" Jake was breathing hard and he had to squat down to rest, he was sweating a lot, a whole lot, and with every word he said he tried to catch his breath, " Pops...Do you...have iss... issue number thirteen in stock? M-must ... need it ...now..."
Finally, Jake collapsed on the ground. With his eyes closed.
Pops was worried, because not only Jake collapsed right in front of him and was possibly near death, but also he didn't want other cats to think that a kitten died right in front of his newsstand, he didn't want that reputation.
Quickly, Pops jumped out of the newspaper stand (which he could do at that time because he was a few years younger) and picked up Jake (who was very light at the time). He made Jake sit up on top of the counter. " Hold on kid. I got some soda's in the cooler."
He jumped back into the stand and opened a small cooler that was underneath the counter and pulled out a grape soda, " Ya like grape Jake?"
Jake just raised his shoulders and said, " I don't know..."
Pops opened the soda and quickly Jake drank it very quickly, and seconds latter the little kitten recovered and smiled, " Thanks Pops!"
" Jake you had me worried," scolded Pops, " Why were ya runnin' here so fast!?"
" To get issue number thirteen of Dr. Katkill's True Super Secret Scary UFO Stories and Facts." Said Jake.
"Let me see..." Pops went under the counter again, and minutes latter he popped up holding a comic book in his hand, " Today's your lucky day Jake, you got the last one!"
" Bingo!" Jake shouted. He grabbed the comic book right off of Pop's hands, and jumped off the counter.
" That'll be one dollar please."
Jake went into his pocket and took out one dollar in quarters, And Put it on the counter. While putting the comic book carefully into his old book bag, he proudly said, " I didn't eat lunch at school thru Tuesday to today, whaddya think Pops? Huh?"
" You skipped lunch!? Jake your only eight years old you can't skip lunch for a whole week. No wonder you're always skinny." Pop's took the money and put it in the register, " Hey Jake didn't you had a new member in the family?"
" Yep." Jake's mood change from happy to suspicious, " Her name is Josie and I don't like her. She cries and screams all night and all day! I can't read any of my comics 'cause she screams a lot. I can't even sleep during bedtime because she's crying all night. When she was born, Daddy picked me up and she didn't look like us, she look kinda like a rat. Between me and you...I think she's a alien."
" I don't think your baby sister's an alien Jake." Said Pops, " Baby kittens allways look ugly when there born anyway."
" That's why I needed number thirteen, it has a guide that tells you if the baby is a alien or not." Jake said. He sounded very serious, " If she's a alien, I may have to do some premobileoperations on her and do equasions by multiplying by the circunfrence of pie. Ya know grown up stuff to contaminate her and vaccination her, or it."
Pops couldn't help laughing inside, trying not to burst out laughing Pops grinned, " Yeah, Jake. Happy alien hunting, and next time, eat your lunch at school! I'm not going anywhere no time soon."
" Don't worry Pop's I'm gonna eat lunch next week until issue number fourteen comes out." Jake started to walk home waving his hand and shouted, " Catcha' next time Pops."
" C'ya kid," Pops said," AND WALK DON'T RUN HOME!"
Watching Jake walking down the street, Pops said," Multiply by the circunfrence slice of pie. Premobileoperations. Baby's an alien," Pops shook his head and had to smile at himself,
"Boy can Jake give you a laugh, but I'm glad he's not my son...he's gonna give the Clawson's a heart attack one day."
End of Chapter one
Yep, you guys guest it. It's Jake...only eight years older. What's gonna happen? Don't ask me 'cause I dont know! C'ya till the next chapter!
And you guys can review anyway you want...doesent matter :)
Jerseygirl
Disclaimer: I, the author, do not own Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron or any of the characters. However, I own the characters that I made up.
This is not only General, but it has humor and all that other stuff that makes up a general...that's what all generals are like? Right? I'm finishing my second epp (Tricked) which will probably be finish by next week or this week...a note for people who want to know...
umm...Oh yeah, here it goes, and as always, I always say...
I hope this fic doesn't suck...
It's an Alien!
One autumn afternoon in Mega Kat City, a scrawny orange colored kitten who was wearing his favorite denim overalls, striped white and light blue shirt, black converse sneakers and red hat was running down the streets holding a old red book bag screaming, " Gotta get issue number thirteen, gotta get issue number thirteen, gotta get number thirteen! Gotta get number thirteen before it's sold out!" said the little cat.
Finally, he found the usual newspaper stand he goes to everyday, he stopped running and started to skid on the sidewalk making a cloud of smoke almost knocking kittens and cats down and he stopped right in front of the newspaper stand, the cat who owned the newsstand said,
" Whoa slow down Jake, where's the fire at?"
" Pops!" Jake was breathing hard and he had to squat down to rest, he was sweating a lot, a whole lot, and with every word he said he tried to catch his breath, " Pops...Do you...have iss... issue number thirteen in stock? M-must ... need it ...now..."
Finally, Jake collapsed on the ground. With his eyes closed.
Pops was worried, because not only Jake collapsed right in front of him and was possibly near death, but also he didn't want other cats to think that a kitten died right in front of his newsstand, he didn't want that reputation.
Quickly, Pops jumped out of the newspaper stand (which he could do at that time because he was a few years younger) and picked up Jake (who was very light at the time). He made Jake sit up on top of the counter. " Hold on kid. I got some soda's in the cooler."
He jumped back into the stand and opened a small cooler that was underneath the counter and pulled out a grape soda, " Ya like grape Jake?"
Jake just raised his shoulders and said, " I don't know..."
Pops opened the soda and quickly Jake drank it very quickly, and seconds latter the little kitten recovered and smiled, " Thanks Pops!"
" Jake you had me worried," scolded Pops, " Why were ya runnin' here so fast!?"
" To get issue number thirteen of Dr. Katkill's True Super Secret Scary UFO Stories and Facts." Said Jake.
"Let me see..." Pops went under the counter again, and minutes latter he popped up holding a comic book in his hand, " Today's your lucky day Jake, you got the last one!"
" Bingo!" Jake shouted. He grabbed the comic book right off of Pop's hands, and jumped off the counter.
" That'll be one dollar please."
Jake went into his pocket and took out one dollar in quarters, And Put it on the counter. While putting the comic book carefully into his old book bag, he proudly said, " I didn't eat lunch at school thru Tuesday to today, whaddya think Pops? Huh?"
" You skipped lunch!? Jake your only eight years old you can't skip lunch for a whole week. No wonder you're always skinny." Pop's took the money and put it in the register, " Hey Jake didn't you had a new member in the family?"
" Yep." Jake's mood change from happy to suspicious, " Her name is Josie and I don't like her. She cries and screams all night and all day! I can't read any of my comics 'cause she screams a lot. I can't even sleep during bedtime because she's crying all night. When she was born, Daddy picked me up and she didn't look like us, she look kinda like a rat. Between me and you...I think she's a alien."
" I don't think your baby sister's an alien Jake." Said Pops, " Baby kittens allways look ugly when there born anyway."
" That's why I needed number thirteen, it has a guide that tells you if the baby is a alien or not." Jake said. He sounded very serious, " If she's a alien, I may have to do some premobileoperations on her and do equasions by multiplying by the circunfrence of pie. Ya know grown up stuff to contaminate her and vaccination her, or it."
Pops couldn't help laughing inside, trying not to burst out laughing Pops grinned, " Yeah, Jake. Happy alien hunting, and next time, eat your lunch at school! I'm not going anywhere no time soon."
" Don't worry Pop's I'm gonna eat lunch next week until issue number fourteen comes out." Jake started to walk home waving his hand and shouted, " Catcha' next time Pops."
" C'ya kid," Pops said," AND WALK DON'T RUN HOME!"
Watching Jake walking down the street, Pops said," Multiply by the circunfrence slice of pie. Premobileoperations. Baby's an alien," Pops shook his head and had to smile at himself,
"Boy can Jake give you a laugh, but I'm glad he's not my son...he's gonna give the Clawson's a heart attack one day."
End of Chapter one
Yep, you guys guest it. It's Jake...only eight years older. What's gonna happen? Don't ask me 'cause I dont know! C'ya till the next chapter!
And you guys can review anyway you want...doesent matter :)
Jerseygirl