A/N: I based some scenes off "The Emperor's New Groove", "Disney's Dinosaur" & "Here Comes Garfield". I don't own any of them. And the first chapter's about knowing the panthers rather than me, Step Mom or Bushroot. You'll know them in the next chapter. And please, I would polite constructive critique & serious reviews, got it? And if you want to bug me about a dumb rule, do so through e-mail or private message, not in the reviews. Got it?
Disclaimer: The only ones I own are me, Step Mom & the panthers. I don't own the Seven Dwarfs or Bushroot (from the Darkwing Duck series), they belong to Disney.
Growing Up.
Our story begins at the Seven Dwarfs' cottage, their 3 pet panthers: Sage, Zephyr & Hercules, are stuck inside because it's raining and without anything to do.
Sage: (Sighs) Rain, rain, rain.
Hercules: Yeah. It's bad enough that the dwarfs are at the mine and we're stuck inside bored half to death.
Sage: And that it's raining.
Suddenly, Zephyr gets an idea.
Zephyr: Hey bros., I got an idea.
Sage: What?
Zephyr: I could tell the story of how we became the dwarfs' pets. If ya want…
His 2 brothers zip to him and lie in front of him.
Zephyr: I'll take that as a yes.
Sage/Hercules: (Purring)
Zephyr: Well, ahem. It all started at Step Mom's magic store…
Flashback, at Step Mom's magic store, there's me, Sara (your average sorceress), I'm in the front desk chair, my cat jumps up onto the desk, she's pregnant. My crabby boss, Step Mom isn't very happy about that.
Step Mom: I really don't want anymore kittens.
Bushroot: You should've thought of that before you allowed Sara to let in that male stray.
Step Mom: And I told you to spay the cat!
Bushroot: I'm a specialist in humans, not animals.
Step Mom: (Growling)
She goes up to her room with Bushroot, an anthro duck w/ plant personalities/my sweetheart close behind.
Step Mom: Aw, how could Sara do this to me? I practically raised her.
Bushroot: No you didn't, we…
Step Mom: Quiet you! I know, I'll use black magic on the cat. To the potion room!
They go down to the basement.
Bushroot: Uh, Step Mom, this is the basement.
Step Mom: Quiet! It's my potion room.
She gets out a bowl, whisk, magic book & a bottle of black magic.
Bushroot: I really don't think this is a good idea.
Step Mom: You're right, it isn't a good idea. It's a great idea!
Bushroot: But haven't you learned your lesson with the last cat you used black magic on?
Step Mom: Don't worry, the cat won't turn into a dragon and try to eat me again.
Bushroot: Oh brother. Why me?
Step Mom: (Humming)
She starts mixing the ingredients while Bushroot reads the paper for he doesn't want any part in Step Mom's stupid plan.
Step Mom: Now, get me the fish gills.
Bushroot: Get 'em yourself.
Step Mom: Grr!
She walks to the potions, gets out the fish gills and puts them in the potion. It's a success (no thanks to Bushroot).
Step Mom: Yahoo! We did it, we did it!
Bushroot: Who's "we"? You did everything, I just sat there.
Step Mom: Never mind. Now, we'll feed it to the cat, and after she has kittens, they'll go "poof" right before our eyes.
Bushroot: Sorry but, I've got someone with a stomach problem upstairs.
Step Mom: Grr!
So, after Bushroot goes into his exam room in the back of the store, Step Mom feeds her potion to the cat.
Step Mom: (Snickering)
8 weeks later, when the kittens are old enough to get new homes, they don't turn out like Step Mom planned.
Bushroot: Uh, Step Mom.
Step Mom: Yes?
Bushroot: I uh, think you'd better come see this.
He shows her the 3 kittens, they're baby black panthers!
Step Mom: WHAT?! Black panthers? THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO GO "POOF"!!
Sara: Step Mom, have you been using black magic on the cat again?
Step Mom: Why no, of course not. Why would I do something like that?
Bushroot (whispers to Sara): Believe it or not, she has.
Step Mom: What was that?
Bushroot (high voice): Nothing.
Step Mom: Now, there's a cottage at the other side of the woods, the people there would love to adopt 3 baby panthers.
Sara: Who lives there?
Step Mom: The seven dorks live there.
Bushroot (whispers to Sara): They're really called the Seven Dwarfs.
Step Mom: What'd you say?
Sara: Uh, we were just saying how much we love each other.
Bushroot: We were?
Sara: (Elbows Bushroot's side)
Bushroot: Ow. I mean, yeah, we were.
Step Mom: Hmm. Now, enough stalling and take them out of town and finish the job!!
Sara: But what about dinner?
Step Mom: Uh, this is kind of important.
Bushroot: Then how 'bout dessert?
Step Mom: Well, I suppose there's time for dessert.
Sara: And tea?
Bushroot: Yeah, tea & dessert?
Step Mom: All right, a quick cup of tea. THEN TAKE THEM OUT OF TOWN AND FINISH THE JOB!!!
So, after me & Bushroot have tea & dessert, I put the kittens under a sleeping spell, take them in a basket over the Seven Jeweled Hills, beyond the Seventh Fall and to the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs. I knock on the door.
Sara: Hello? Anybody home? Aw, I'm not taking any chances.
I place the basket on the doorstep and away I go. Soon, the owners of the cottage return.
Dwarfs: Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, it's home from work we go. (whistling) Heigh…
Doc: Hey look!
They crash into each other.
Doc: There's a basket on our doorstep.
Grumpy: Let's take it inside and see what it is.
Sneezy: If it's a baby, I quit.
They take the basket inside, Happy peeks inside the basket.
Happy: Well, they're babies, but not the kind you're talkin' about, Sneezy. Look.
He opens it and three kittens pop out.
Kittens: (Mewing)
Bashful: Aw, look how cute.
Him, Sleepy & Dopey hold one each.
Bashful: Can we keep 'em?
Grumpy: No!
Bashful: Why not?
Grumpy: They're giant cats from the Far East, vicious, flesh-eating…
Kitten: Belch!
Grumpy: Eww.
Sleepy: Look like babies to me.
Grumpy: Babies grow up, you keep them, they'll be picking us out of their teeth! Things like them eat things like us as snacks!
Sneezy: Then what do you suggest we do?
Grumpy: Get rid of them!
Bashful: (Makes puppy eyes)
Grumpy: Bashful, I'm sorry, but those things are dangerous!
Doc: Don't listen to that old warthog, Bashful, of course we can keep 'em.
Happy: Besides, do these look blood-thirsty to you? (ruffles a kitten's head)
Zephyr narrating: So, since then, the Seven Dwarfs kept & named the 3 black panthers with the minds & hearts of kitty cats, we developed our own personalities & were given different color collars…
Doc pours food in the kittens' bowls, they come.
Kittens: (Meowing)
Zephyr: Sage is the brave & tough one with nerves of steel & a blue collar. I, Zephyr, am the wise & intelligent one with a big stomach & a purple collar. And Hercules is the shy & gentle one with a heart of gold & a green collar.
One year later…the all grown up panthers wake up in the morning, Zephyr comes out from under a blanket, he sees his brothers.
Zephyr: Morning guys, (yawns) I hate mornings.
Sage: Yeah, wouldn't it be better if they just come later?
Hercules: Yeah. But since we're up, we might as well have breakfast.
Zephyr: I think it's my turn.
He goes up to the bedroom, he goes to Doc and tries to wake him up.
Zephyr: (Opens Doc eyelid) Hello? Anybody home? Doc, I know you can't hear me, but my brothers & I are hungry. (lets go)
He tries licking Doc's face, but that doesn't work so he jumps right up onto Doc.
Doc: Oof! (coughs, wakes up)
Zephyr: Good morning, sunshine, welcome to another fun-filled day with your favorite pet.
Doc: (Sighs) Let me guess, you & your brothers want breakfast.
Zephyr: That'd be great! (goes back downstairs)
Doc: I'm so happy to own 3 enormous cats.
The panthers are together as Doc comes down.
Doc: What would you like, guys?
Zephyr: Oh, cup of coffee, a Danish & the morning paper.
Sage: Glass of milk & glazed doughnut for me.
Hercules: And I'll have a buttermilk muffin & glass of orange juice.
Doc: O.K. 3 bowls of cat food, coming up.
He takes their bowls.
Hercules: Nobody listens to us.
Sage: I don't get why we even bother, he can't hear us anyway.
Doc returns with their bowls of cat food.
Doc: You know, I wouldn't have to feed you 3 so much if you'd provide for yourselves. Why don't you guys chase mice like other cats?
Zephyr: (Stands on hind legs & lays paws on Doc's shoulder) Show me a good mouser and I'll show you a cat with bad breath.
That afternoon, Zephyr lies in the tulip bed on his back with his paws in the air, Hercules plays fetch with Sneezy and Sage chases a butterfly.
Sage: Hey Zeph, isn't it great to have owners like these guys?
Zephyr: Yep.
Grumpy looks out the window above the tulip bed and sees Zephyr in it.
Grumpy: Zephyr, shoo, shoo! Get out of those tulips!
Zephyr: But they're more comfy than the roses, I'd sleep in them, but they have thorns.
Sage: (Snickering)
Returns to reality with Zephyr in front of Sage & Hercules.
Zephyr: And that's how we became the Seven Dwarfs' pets.
Sage: Wow Zeph, that's great.
Hercules: Yeah. I liked it when you woke up Doc.
Dwarfs in distance: Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, it's home from work we go. (whistling)
Hercules looks out the window and sees not only his seven masters, but the rain's died down.
Hercules: Hey, it stopped raining and the Dwarfs are coming back.
Zephyr: Great. Maybe next time, I'll tell you guys how we first me Sara.
Sage: Sounds great.
The Dwarfs come in, the panthers go to them being cute & cuddly.
To be continued…