A/N: Back! Tippi time! Sorry if this chapter kind of sucks. If they're OOC, please let me know! (For the record, I love Brain.) Also, I realized that "far out" wasn't the greasers, it was the hippies, so I think I'm going to make that the joke. ;)
[Setting: The streets...]
Tippi somberly walked to nowhere, looking for a place or a person that seemed remotely friendly. A little ditty by the Chordettes rang in her head so she wouldn't feel so lonely anymore.
Tired from walking, she sat down. "If only Fat City were somewhere nearby."
She glanced down at the poodle necklace. Angry and exhausted, she ripped it off her neck and threw it away.
After sulking with her head in her hands for about ten minutes, Tippi heard voices.
"Wait a minute! This! It's perfect!"
She turned around and saw an Igor examining her necklace - more specifically, the Igor who had exposed the whole "clouds and darkness" plot.
But that necklace was the only thing she had left that really kept her sanity. No one was going to take that from her.
"Hey!" She yelled. "That's mine!"
He looked up. "What?"
"That's my necklace, nosebleed. Give it back to me!"
"I'm sorry." He gingerly handed it back to her.
She sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I'm getting frosted and that's not cool."
"'Frosted?' What? Look, all I wanted was to try and find an anniversary gift."
"Aww! You're circled?"
"Um...I guess?"
"Poor sucker. Listen, Clyde-"
"It's Igor."
Tippi chuckled. "The lingo's a little lost on you, isn't it, Daddy-O? Anyways, the thing is, I've got no pad and no gig. I was kicked out by my owner. This necklace is all I have, so I really need to keep it."
"Well, hey, how about this: you give me the necklace and I let you stay with me?"
"Hmmm." She pretended to think it over, though inside, she was screaming, Yes! "That's chili."
"Chili?"
"It's a good deal." She held out her hand. "Give me five - let's make it official!"
He reluctantly shook her hand.
She laughed. "Okay, where are we going?"
"I'll show you." They started walking. "Now-wait, what's your name?"
"Tippi, like Tippi Hedren."
"A great actress." Igor nodded. "Now Tippi, I must warn you, there are other people living here besides me and Eva."
"Eva, eh? She sounds like a Dolly."
"She is...I think. I'm not entirely sure what you're saying."
"Well, who else is living with you? Got some ankle-biters?"
"They're annoying, all right." He groaned. "One of them is a robot named Brain. Don't let that name fool you. Then there's Scamper. He's actually a rabbit too, except he's immortal."
"No way! Same here! Except my old owner owes a crazy guy a lot of dough, even though he's frail."
"Well, you two should get along perfectly then...Actually, forget I said that."
"Why?"
"Even though he's going to live forever, he doesn't want to live. Don't let him scare you."
"Got it. And thanks for letting me stay with you. I was getting pretty freaked out all by myself."
"No problem."
Tippi smiled. Maybe her luck was changing for the better.
[Setting: Igor's castle...]
"Hey, Scamper," Brain called, "look!"
"What?" Scamper rolled his eyes.
"I'm an Olympic skater!" He slid across the room on his wheels quite gracefully. That is, until he slammed into a bookcase. "Scamper?"
"What now?"
"I'm seeing stars. So does that mean I should become an astrologist instead?"
"No, it means you should shut up."
The door opened.
"Guys, I'm home!" Igor called.
"Did you get me any ribbon?" Brain inquired excitedly.
"No, Brain, I didn't."
"Ha! Get a load of this oddball." There, behind Igor, stood a pale female bunny.
"Igor!" Brain wheeled up to him quickly. "Don't look now," he whispered, "but a homeless thing followed you in!"
"Oh, guys, I forgot to mention, this is Tippi." He introduced them. "She's going to be staying here for the time being. Her old owner kicked her out."
"Hey, beans!" Tippi smiled.
"Tippi, this is Brain. I told you about him, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, the robot!" She knocked on his lid.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." Brain attempted to sound formal. He extended his hand to her, and after she shook it, he accidentally hit himself in the face retracting it.
Tippi just laughed. "And I heard something about another guy? Kind of low, bit of a wet rag?"
"That's Scamper."
"Wait, you understand her?" Igor asked.
"Yes," he replied with dignity, "I happen to speak '50s-ease."
He shook his head. "Great. Now if only we could get you to speak real English properly."
"Hey, if there's one thing I ain't, it's an idiot, kemosabe." He snapped. Suddenly, he looked around. "Hey, where is Scamper?"
[Setting: The balcony, later...]
"Scamper!" Brain called, wheeling around like a madman. "Scamper, come out and plaaay! Oh, Scamper!"
"Shut up, Brain."
"Oh, there you are!" He noticed Scamper at the balcony. "Why didn't you stay and meet Tippi?"
He was silent.
Brain smirked a little. "Fine, then, I'll just tell Tippi that you hate her."
"Wait, what?" Scamper finally looked at him. "Why would you do that?"
"Well, I'd just like to let her know in advance before she meets you so she won't be surprised or anything. I mean, you refuse to see her, so…"
"It's not that I hate her—"
"So you like her?"
"I haven't even met her. How would I know?"
"But I thought you didn't want to meet her."
"I didn't say that, I—"
"Are you in love with her?" He teased.
"What? Brain—"
"I bet you're in love with her." He wheeled around Scamper in circles, no matter how dizzy he was getting. "I bet you want to kiss her."
"That's really mature, Brain." He replied sarcastically.
"I take offense to that!"
"Do you even know what mature means?"
"…It has something to do with birds."
"We're done here."
"Okay, dogs? Is that that thing where some dogs don't have tails? Am I getting warmer?"
No reply.
"Fine, then. I don't care about you and your silent treatment." Brain wheeled out of the room. Somehow, he would get his friend to come around.