SUMMARY: A parody and a tribute to a funny Mexican superhero. Played by Chuckie. Rated for some violent scenes in later chapters.

Hello, everyone! (Good thing you guys are here. I was getting bored with just this guy for company) Yes, I like you too, Angie.

This time I decided to do something special. Yours truly is Mexican... (And where's your "sombrero"?) Ehem! As I was saying, I'm Mexican, and I decided to write this fic based on a Mexican superhero, "El Chapulín Colorado". (Can you translate, please?) Well, it means something like "The Red Colored Grasshopper", Angie. (A superhero named after a bug? That's pathetic!) Just 2 words, Angelica... Peter Parker. (Good point.) Anyway, he is a comedic hero, and, in many ways, acts a lot like Chuckie, so I decided to give him this role. But first, Angelica...

(I'm on it. DISCLAIMER. Ramiro doesn't own the Rugrats/AGU characters, who are property of ClaskyKsupo and Nickelodeon. El Chapulín Colorado... I think I spelled it right... is property of Televisa, and his creator, comedy writer and actor Roberto Gómez Bolaños, aka "Chespirito"... for the record, his nickname stands for "Little Shakespeare", since he is one of the most prolific comedy writers ever.)

Now, one last author's note. Chespirito created some words and phrases for his characters that had become common use or knowledge among Mexicans. One of them, that I will use a few times in the story, is "Chanfle"; depending on the sentence is used, it can mean "Oh, my God!", "Cool!", or a substitute for a bad word. Also, all the characters will be around their twenties in this story.

(Enough of that... On with the show!)

THE COLORED CHUCK.

A fic by Acosta Pérez José Ramiro.

HEROIC INTRODUCTION.

In a dark stage, a heroic music, mixture of trumpets and fiddles, precedes a single light that illuminates a little turtle in one corner of the stage... While Tommy's voice is heard, making a presentation.

"Faster than a speeding tortoise!"

The music gets a little faster. Another light appears, showing a mouse in the opposite side of the stage.

"Stronger than a mouse!"

The music is now more rythmic. A third light shows a lettuce's head on the center.

"More noble than a lettuce!"

A human figure appears behind the lettuce. A light appears illuminating his chest, showing a big yellow heart with red "CH" letters in the middle.

"His shield is a heart!"

The center light bright the most, showing Chuckie in a heroic posture, with the fists on his hips, and dressed in red tights, wearing a hood with antennae; his sneakers are red and yellow, and has yellow short pants over the legs' tights. His face is clearly seen, including his glasses, and the back part of the outfit has a tail similar to a tuxedo's. The music is on crescendo now.

"He is... The ColoRed Chuck!"

Chuckie takes a step ahead... and trips with the lettuce, falling from the stage.

The mouse and the turtle look at him with a quizzical expression.

"I did it on purpose to finish the presentation... Let's start the story, okay?" Chuckie's pained voice is heard.

DAMSEL (?) IN DISTRESS.

The stage is a dark room, illuminated only by a single light bulb; the place seems to be some kind of storage room, since there are many cardboard boxes and a barrel in there. Angelica is wearing a black top and a blue mini-skirt, and her hair is on a bun. She walks all over the place, and tries to open the door in frustration. Is locked, so there's no way out. She sighs and sits on a little chair placed near the barrel. A moment later, the door opens, and she stands up, crossing her arms and trying to keep an angry expression.

Timothy McNulty opens the door, and gets into the room. He is wearing the classical gangster's outfit (hat, shirt, tie... you imagine it). He gives Angelica a wicked smile, and tries to touch her, but she steps back.

"What's the matter, Angie?", he directs to her in a mocking tone. "A few days ago you liked my touch. Aren't you happy to see me?"

"No darling. No honey. No sweetheart." She replies in a faked sweet tone, filled with sarcasm and anger. "Of course I don't like seeing you! What do you expected? I had been in this room for almost 2 days, barely slept, and the only thing you feed me is what you get out of the nearest vending machine... and you just gave me a chocolate with coconut's filling... YUK!", she snaps, annoyed.

"Sorry about that, dear... but you forced me to do it." Timmy talks in a quiet and cool tone. "I mean, you were about to call the cops when I found you yesterday. Never thought you would be a stool pigeon."

"Well, what did you expected?" Angelica says, more calmed but still angry. "I wanted to believe all those rumors were a fake, but they were true. I can't believe I dated "Tim Thug", Public Enemy Number One! You always said you were in the pharmaceutical business!"

"I am. I place little lead's pills inside human bodies...of course, the introduction is rather painful for them." Timmy says, followed by a little sinister chuckle. He immediately turns more serious, and talks straight to Angelica. "Well, Angie, I think you know what I want. You can stay with me, and keep your mouth closed... or I can use you as a human shield in my next robbery!" He snaps at her. Angelica gulps a little, but keeps her cool.

"I... need some time to think about it. You know me; I need an hour just to choose the shoes I will wear next day." Angelica tells him, trying to get more time.

"Okay. I'll get a little walk, and I expect your answer when I finish it." Timmy says in his serious tone. He then walks a circle around Angelica, and stops in front of her. "There. What did you decided?" Angelica slaps her forehead and rolls her eyes.

"Maybe you should take a longer walk, don't you think?" She tells him, and then mumbles under her breath, "In the railroad would be nice." Timmy scratches his head, and shrugs.

"Oh, well, I guess you are right. I need to go to the bank and take some money from my account anyway. I no longer trust them to take care of it; there are many robberies this days." Timmy walks to the door, and, before leaving, gives Angelica a nasty scowl. "Remember, you can stand by me... or in front of me! Bye." He waves good-bye to her, and locks the door from the outside.

"Bye darling. Bye honey. Bye sweetheart... Chanfle, why I allowed him to convince me to talk this way?" Angelica talked to herself. She was angry, and, sadly, she had to admit she was also scared. Even if she wasn't the most honest girl around, she had never done something really illegal, and didn't wanted to start. But, if she denied to be Timmy's accomplice, she would be her next victim. Angelica sighed, and sat on the chair, with a really concerned look on her face.

"Oh!" she talked loud voiced to herself. "And now, who will protect me?"

In a perfect cue, a red hooded guy popped his head out of the barrel next to her, and a heroic music was heard on the background.

"I!" Chuckie exclaimed.

"The ColoRed Chuck!" Angelica turned to see him, with a look of surprise and a little bit of happiness.

"Didn't count with my cleverness!" Chuckie said in a proud tone. "Good guys, follow me!" He jumps out of the barrel, but trips with the edge, and falls to the floor.

Angelica returns to her concerned look.

"What I did to deserve this?"