Writer's Note: I'm writint this one quite spontaneously, so it might look a bit weird
here and there. For that, I really would appreciate any comments about the fic.
Thank you.
Andrew Lipsky holds his breath as he finishes his final adjustments on his new
'Doomsday Weapon'.
"Yes. Yes! YES! At last, it is COMPLETE!"
-Slam!-
"God damn it, Kid! Do you freakin' know what time it is!"
A tall woman in her nightgown, stormed into Lipsky's room with two sets of glaring
hands and eyes. Behind her is a man, also in his pajamas. However, the man
seems rather pleased with what he has come to see.
"Um... doomsday weapon?"
Drew feably points his finger to his latest contraption, hoping that somehow it
would act as some sort of excuse. It didn't.
"Wrong, Drew! It's 4AM, AND IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!"
"Aw, give the boy some slack, dear. He..."
The woman, obviously Drew's mother, grabs the collar of the man's pajamas and
slams him on the floor."
"HE WHAT!"
"Nothing, dear... You heard your mother, Jr. Leave the scheming and doomsday
weapon building for another day. OK?"
"OK."
Drew's mother, while still irritated, was too sleepy to keep up the aggression, and
eventually let go of Drew's father, heading back to her bedroom.
"You better get your fat head on the pillow after I'm gone, kid. You got that?"
"Yes mother..."
Drew replied and put the hood over his new invention. Another slam. And then
silence. Drew's father slowly stands up from his ackward position on the floor
and quitely walks up to his son.
"So, what does it do?"
"Huh?"
"The Weapon! What does it do?"
The spooked Drew Lipsky Jr., after seeing his father's twinkling eyes and interest,
soon forgot the little event that happened earlier. His eyes are now sparkling too.
"It's a Seismic Sonic Wave Emmiter. You know, to shake up things a bit?"
"Hah, brilliant! I remember when I made one of those for myself long time ago."
"What did you do with yours, dad?"
"... I... made Coco-moo."
"You did what...?"
-Crack!-
Before Drew's father had a chance to reconfirm his answer, Drew's door crashed
down in a burning green flame. After that, Drew was 'put to sleep' by his mother.
Mr. Lipsky didn't have the same privilages; he was whacked up abit more before
he was dragged to the bedroom, where he was whacked yet some more.
Episode 1: "And then, I shall take over Cleveland" -part 1-
"Hey, D. You OK? You look like you wrestled a horse last night or something."
"Worse, LS. I got caught staying up late to mom."
"Ew..."
Elizabeth scooted a seat next to Drew, with a tray of something that 'resembled'
food. Liz pokes the greyish plush, then soon looses interest and turns back to D.
"So, what were you doing up that late anyway?"
"Stuff."
"Stuff, eh?"
"Yep, stuff."
Drew isn't really cooperating with his fork neither. He swirls it around, then tries
a bite.
"That's it. From tomorrow, I'm packing my own lunch."
Drew picks up his food tray and dumps it in the trash bin. Liz does the same.
"By the way, you doing anything today, D? If you're free, maybe we can go and
watch a movie or something."
"Sorry, LS. Today is a Friday. Family Karaoke Night."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot."
Drew hurried out of the cafeteria, and headed to his locker.
"Maybe another day."
"Yeah. I'll call, OK?"
"Uhhuh."
The truth was, Drew wasn't going out for "Family Karaoke Night." Today, was in
fact, his great debut day as a 'real super villan'.
"Hah! Everything is complete! I have the Doomsday Weapon ready, the secret
lair fully operational, and I HAVE THE BLUE SUIT!"
Drew's mom came out of nowhere and whacked him on the head.
"Ow... Mom!"
"Now, your dad and I am going out for only a few hours, so I expect the house
to be exactly as it is right now when we return. Do you understand?"
"Yes mother."
"If I find a dent, even a crack in the walls or anyplace else due to your "Extra
curriculam activities", and I'll make sure you eat bean curd for the rest of your
life."
"... Yes, mother..."
Giving her son a dubious glare, and then one to her son's weapon, she finally
patted him on the head and goes out to the flying car Mr. Lipsky was waiting on
for about half an hour.
"You, dear, have an iron bottom. What took you so long!"
-Crunch!-
Mr. Lipsky was replied with a clean uppercut from his wife.
"Now, you all go ahead and have a enjoyable Karaoke night!"
Finally. He was alone. He dragged his Seismic Sonic Wave Emmiter down to the
basement, and activated the machine. First target: The Barkin residence.