Hey! Hey! Yet another TUFF story, this time featuring our favorite crazy rat. I was inspired to write this after seeing the episode, "Rat Trap," where we meet Snaptrap's relatives, including his brother and sister, Matt and Pat. "Rat Trap" sadly hasn't aired yet in the U.S., but it is available on Amazon. Check out the episode on the TUFF Wiki for more info on the episode including pics.
Matt, Pat, Verminious Snaptrap, and TUFF Puppy belong to Butch Hartman
Colette Parfume belongs to me.
"Outta my way! Move it or lose it, Punk!"
Cars screeched and swerved out of the way as an evil looking, black armored car covered with spikes tore through the busy streets of Petropolis. Horns honked and drivers shook their fists angrily while cursing at the car's driver who was none other than Verminious Snaptrap, evil rat leader of DOOM. Snaptrap ignored them, the tires of the DOOM mobile screeching as he hastened to his destination, all the while complaining to himself.
"Great! Just great! I can't believe my stupid mom, is making me go all the way to the stupid beachfronts just so I can deliver a stupid birthday gift to my stupid brother! This is the worst day ever!"
The "stupid brother" in question was Snaptrap's older brother, Matt Snaptrap. Like Snaptrap(and other relatives of the family) Matt was in the villain business. And unlike Snaptrap, he was good at it. He was clever, crafty, successful, and wealthy, in other words everything the leader of DOOM wasn't...and Matt never failed to remind Snaptrap of it. It was bad enough that their mom always bragged about Matt and his accomplishments to Snaptrap, while at the same time expressing why her youngest son couldn't be more like his successful older brother. And now she was making Snaptrap take a box of her dozen homemade cookies all the way to the ocean shores, so her precious "Matti" can enjoy them for his special day. Snaptrap thought back bitterly to the conversation he and his mom had earlier:
"Verminious! Get your hairless tail in here, now!"
"Alright, Mom! Geez! What is it!"
"It's your brother, Matt's birthday today. I want you to take this box of cookies I baked for him."
"What?! You never make me any cookies! What makes stupid Matt so special?!"
"Don't talk about your smarter and more accomplished brother that way! Now take these to him, or else!"
"Why didn't you just make them ahead of time and mail them?"
"Because I want a day of peace and quiet and I can't have that with you here! And I don't wanna spend money on postage. So unless you wanna spend the night in the park again you'll get movin!"
"Fine! But remember, it's me who takes you to your back waxing!"
"Get going you reject!"
Snaptrap snorted in annoyance as his thoughts came back to reality. "Dumb Matt darn well better appreciate this," he muttered, "Move it, Grandma!" He grumbled as an elderly lady turtle leapt from the sidewalk into some nearby bushes. No doubt Matt would receive a visit from their sister Pat who, unfortunately for Snaptrap, was also very skilled at the whole villain thing. Just his luck both his older siblings would be better at it than him...and never let him forget it. Snaptrap though back to the Snaptrap family reunion where everyone was bragging about the criminal deeds they had accomplished for the year. And as usual, Snaptrap had been the butt of their jokes...including Matt and Pat's.
"Stupid Matt and Pat," he grumbled, "Always making me look bad. "Why couldn't I've been an only child? They're always pickin' on me. I never have any fun when I'm with them. Ever. Well...maybe not ever ever. Maybe when we were real little we had a few laughs...I guess. I mean, some of those times weren't so bad. Like when..."
Snaptrap quickly shook the thought out of his head. "Whatever. I just wanna get this over with-Hey watch it! Stupid pedestrians, always hoggin' the sidewalks!"
After much more reckless driving and near misses Snaptrap finally arrived at his destination. "Finally! Oh fiddle faddle! The parking's all used up. No wait, there's a spot. Right between those two very expensive looking cars."
He drove over to where the two cars were."Huh, looks a little small, but I can probably carefully squeeze in," he said.
Stomping on the accelerator, Snaptrap rocketed into the small space, flattening the expensive cars in the process. The grey rat leaped out of the car barely glancing at the two cars which were now nothing more than piles of scrap crushed beneath the giant tires of the DOOM Mobile. He nodded in satisfaction.
"Knew I could fit."
Pushing a button on his keys, Snaptrap set the alarm on his car then headed of to find his brother's house.
The Pet-Cific Shores estates where Matt lived was considered to be one of the ritziest areas in Petropolis. Rows of elegant homes rested along a wide canal of water which led out to the ocean. Anyone who wanted to reside here had to make a serious amount of money in order to afford it. Of course, Matt was so successful as a villain he could easily afford one with the money he made(and stole). Docked along the edges of the canal, were boats of various types and sizes which no doubt belonged to the owners of the homes.
Looking out of the window of the first story of one of these homes was a tall, slender, grey, male rat dressed in a white turtleneck, a blue captain's suit and hat and dark grey pants. On his right eye rested a blue monocle which was attached to his suit pocket with a string. Smiling, he walked towards his kitchen where a rather stout but classily dressed grey female rat in a white dress with a pearl necklace and orange hair sat.
"Well, Pat," the male rat spoke in an upperclass sounding voice, "It looks like we're in for some pleasant weather. Not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for a birthday celebration. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Right, Matt," the female rat responded in a slight nasally voice. "I gotta admit, I'm looking forward to going on that new yacht of yours."
Matt took a sip from the glass he was holding. "Ah yes, the Phantom. The top of the line. Just wait until my guests see it. Especially Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe. Ha! Those two roughnecks, always thinking they're above me. This is just the thing to knock them off their high horses."
Pat scoffed. "Don't tell me you bought that big thing just to show those two up."
"Certainly not," Matt replied, "That's merely an added bonus to my purchase. This boat was simply too good a craft to pass up. It's like a floating mansion. And it cuts through the water so smoothly, you'll forget you're on water. Truly a masterpiece of aquatic vessel craftsmanship."
Pat shook her head in amusement. "I should've known. You and boats. I swear you were born with saltwater in your veins."
Matt smiled, swirling his drink with his finger. "Boats are my passion, dear sister you know that. Ever since I was a rat pup. There's just something about being out on the open sea and the salt air that I find invigorating."
"Eh, dry land's good enough for me, but whatever floats your boat, Brother," Pat replied. "Ha! Floats your boat! That's a good one."
Matt just rolled his eyes in response.
"Speaking of dry," Pat continued, "I take it you invited the usual guests besides Dr. R and Madame C.?"
"Hmph, very witty, but to answer your question, yes," Matt replied, "The members from the Villain Villa Country Club have been invited as well as a few fresh new faces."
Pat grinned mischievously, "Fresh new faces huh? You mean like that French female skunk? What's her name, Colette Parfume? The one who beat you in that boat race last month? The one who you couldn't seem take your eyes off of? Oh, don't look so surprised, dear brother. I saw the way you looked at her. We women notice stuff like that."
Matt's face colored slightly. "I-I was merely impressed by her superb boating skills," he said, sounding a bit flustered.
"Riiiight," said Pat unconvinced, "And Verminious is a high rate crime boss. Speaking of our little brother, I'm guessing you didn't invite him?"
Matt snorted, "Of course not. Can you imagine what idiocy he'd pull at my party? It's bad enough most of the other guests know he's my brother. It's difficult to look good in front of the other high ranked villains when your brother is the worst villain in all of Petropolis."
Pat nodded, "Yeah, some of the lady villains give me a hard time cause of him too. Remember how he was at the family reunion? Oh boy." She drummed her claws on the table thoughtfully. "Though ya gotta admit, the reunion would be pretty boring without Verm and his loser ways."
Matt paused with his glass raised halfway. "I'll admit, he can be...amusing at times, heh. But that's with family. These are villains of high social status. Any ways, he won't be ruining my party because he knows absolutely nothing about it."
At that moment the doorbell rang, startling Matt and causing the drink in his hand to splash onto his coat. "Oh drat!" he exclaimed, "and I just had this dry cleaned. Pat, would you mind answering the door while I put on a new coat?"
Pat nodded and walked out of the kitchen while Matt went upstairs to change. Meanwhile, just outside, Snaptrap was checking out the fancy homes. He whistled softly. "Man, I bet these people are loaded. I wish I had time to rob some of 'em. Or maybe I'll just steal some stuff from Matt. It's not like he can't afford it."
The door opened and out popped the face of of Pat. "Speak of the devil," she muttered.
"The feeling's mutual. Where's Matt? I gotta give 'im this," Snaptrap replied, holding up the package.
Pat eyed it suspiciously. "What'd you put in it?"
"I didn't put in nothin', it's from Mom."
"That suppose to make it any better?"
"Will you just let me in?!" Snaptrap snapped.
Pat sighed, "Come on, just don't touch anything."
"Don't touch anything," Snaptrap repeated in a mocking voice, while walking inside.
It didn't take long for Matt to change. He was soon in a new suit and checking himself in the mirror. As he did he glanced at a picture on his dresser and paused.
The picture.
Matt walked over to it and gently picked it up. It was a rather old picture as evident by the scratches and slightly faded colors, but the image was still clear. Matt stared at it, a distant memory slowly coming to his mind. A sunny beach... the faint sound of laughter...
"Hey Matt! It's the criminal mastermind!"
"Shut it, Pat!"
The familiar cracking voice snapped Matt back to reality. Blinking, he placed the picture carefully back on the dresser and walked out of his room.
Wonderful, he thought grumpily.
Matt and Pat are real pieces of work aren't they? Talk about snobs, no wonder we've never heard Snaptrap mention them before in the show.
This is just the beginning of a long but exciting story. More to come soon!
