So we all know that if a Gargoyle is shattered when in stone form, the Gargoyle dies.
But what if the Gargoyle isn't entirely destroyed?
Vandals
Story conceived and written by Anna-mathe
"Gargoyles" and affiliated characters property of Walt Disney
The Pea Fencers in Part One belong to me, she said grudgingly
All rights reserved, for I have none.
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Part One
The Vandals
The noon hour struck the city of New York just as it did every other day, and just as was the case every other day, various characters set aside their current tasks and turned their attention to a matter of greater importance: lunch.
Such was not the case, however, for three particular teenage ruffians whose real names have been lost to history. These three particulars are known only by their particular aliases: Killer T, a bumbling 16 year old with spiky orange hair and only one tooth; Betty Rue, a 15 year old obsessive Andrew Lloyd Weber fan who wore sunglasses at night and only spoke in song; and their leader, a 17 year old ruffian clad in sequined tie-dye shower thongs known only as Stinky.
On this fine day, January 19, at this fine noon hour, these three hooligans were not concerned with lunch, no indeed. They were fleeing desperately from the law, tracked ruthlessly for the heinous crime of selling peas without a vendor's license. Their flight, in actuality quite futile, lead them to the top of a particular clock tower where they gained a brief respite from the chase, seeing as they'd lost their pursuers for the moment.
"Whew!" Killer T exclaimed, flopping into a couch that was conveniently sitting in the clock tower. "They almost got us! I can't believe they're going so nuts over a few peas . . . "
"Hm." Stinky wasn't liking the turn of events. This was too easy. "This is too easy. We can't stay up here – we're completely trapped. We need to find a way out. And deliver our next shipment of peas before the deadline."
"Oh . . . when is our next deadline, Stinky?"
Betty Rue burst into song.
"One more day before the storm! One more day before the – "
"Tomorrow."
"Oh."
Stinky thought. And Stinky thought hard. He considered himself a professional pea smuggler, and this whole situation was somewhat of an embarrassment. So he thought, trying to come up with a way out of this predicament.
"Oh – I think I figured out why they stopped chasing us!"
"Why?" Killer T inquired, curious.
"Because it's noon. The cops probably stopped to eat. We should have a good half hour before they come up here after us. Everyone – try to find another way out!"
" . . . how can I now allow this man to hold dominion over me . . . "
"Just do it, Betty Rue."
She hummed something under her breath and the three split up, seeking an escape and eating peas.
Killer T strode outside, thinking that perhaps there would be a fire escape that would go all the way down to street level, or perhaps one of those nifty platforms that window cleaners used. So he stood along the edge of the roof, leaning against a stone gargoyle for support, glaring down.
Futile. No escape route there.
"Darn it!" he exclaimed, put out, and in his anger turned and kicked the stone gargoyle in question, snapping the stone tail right off the poor stone body, the tail clunking against the rooftop and startling the young hooligan, who didn't think he'd kicked it that hard.
"What was that?" Stinky called, rushing out with Betty Rue and staring at disbelief at the broken gargoyle.
"Well of all things . . . can it be really?" Betty Rue wondered.
Killer T merely shrugged.
" . . . sorry."
"Killer T – you're a vandal! Granted, I fence illegitimate vegetables, but vandalism is a whole different ball game!"
"Yeah, but . . . it was kinda fun. I mean – look at this stone gargoyle. Doesn't it look silly without a tail?"
"No. Yes. Ho-hi. Oh . . . my eye!!"
Stinky scratched his chin and thought some more.
"Well – we're as good as caught. There's no way we're going to escape out of this mess unscathed . . . so we may as well have some fun before the fuzz catches us. Heck – I dunno why they'd put gargoyles on a building like this anyway. I mean – look at the architecture. I think we'd be doing them all a favor."
He turned to another stone gargoyle and, with a swift karate chop, removed the right hand.
"Oh, what an exit! That's how to go!"
Betty Rue was ecstatic as she hit the floor and gnawed all the toes from another gargoyle.
Killer T had already succeeded in removing the ears from another.
Stinky turned his malicious gaze to the one final stone gargoyle – the one that had yet to be vandalized. He grinned wickedly and cracked his knuckles.
"This one's all mine . . . "