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For those that forgot (not you, you're a genius) the words are still 'Soldier, Cuisine, Siege, and Ingredient'.
WORDGIRL and DOCTOR WHO!
Continued...
When we last saw WordGirl and Captain Huggyface, they had been visited by Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, an army officer with some U.N.I.T. soldiers under his command, and an old friend of WordGirl's old friend, the Doctor! She tried to call the strange genius over so he could help the Brigadier...but then she had to go out and deal with both the Butcher and Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy! And on top of that, Dr. Two-Brains is preparing to attack WordGirl while her back is turned!
"Hee hee hee! That's right, WordGirl, keep yourself busy...while I ready my weight-ray, and aim it at you! Soon, you'll be so heavy that you, with all your super strength, won't even be able to lift yourself! Leaving no one to stop me from taking over next week's cheese festival! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Vrooooshh...Vvrrrroooooshhhh...Vrrrroooooossshh...CLUNK!
Dr. Two-Brains slowly raised his black raygun (with an anvil-shaped decoration on the barrel) and pointed it at WordGirl, still struggling to hold back Chuck's Sandwich-Crusher. He tightened his finger on the trigger, giggling maniacally...
...when suddenly, the arm that held the raygun was pulled aside by the hook of an umbrella, which then yanked the device out of his hands! Dr. Two-Brains stumbled, turning around as he did...resulting in him coming face to face with a short, oddly-dressed man, who just happened to be holding the umbrella that stole his ray!
"Dr. Two-Brains, I presume?" the man said, as he raised his hat in a mocking greeting.
"Give that back!" shouted the mad doctor as he lunged for the man...who just stepped aside, letting Dr. Two-Brains slip on a banana peel that was just behind him!
"Yes, that seems very Two-Brains to me. I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you."
The 'Doctor' then looked at the scene involving the Sandwich-Crusher, then at the weight-ray..."Hmmm...how does this...ah, there it is. Seems simple enough." Then, he looked at the surrounding buildings, eventually saying: "That'll do." when he saw a suitably-sized skyscraper.
He took one last look at Dr. Two-Brains, said: "I'll give your regards to WordGirl," then walked off without looking back just once...
….leaving Dr. Two-Brains wondering: "What just happened?"
One long elevator ride later...
A window opened at the top floor of the nearby skyscraper, and the Doctor leaned out. "Perfect," he said, "Say, may I have a sheet of paper?"
A nearby office-worker handed him the sheet, while also asking him why. The Doctor answered: "It's just the key ingredient in my plan."
…..
"Oh, and just in case that went completely over your head, an 'Ingredient' is often a part of a larger whole, like how bread and cheese are the 'ingredients' needed to make grilled cheese (This word's used a lot in reference to food), and this innocent sheet of paper is the most important part of my plan."
Satisfied with the definition of 'ingredient,' the worker then asked: "What plan?"
"Observe, if you're curious."
And with that, the Doctor folded the paper into a paper airplane, and threw it out the window. The piece of folded paper glided on the wind, right towards the area where Chuck and WordGirl were fighting...
...and as soon as the paper airplane was near the pipes and wires of the Sandwich-Crusher, the Doctor exposed the paper to Dr. Two-Brains' weight-ray! Instantly, the paper airplane became as heavy as a rock, and fell into the mess of wires! And, since the airplane suddenly weighed more than the wires, when it's edge struck the wires, it sliced them apart!
Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy noticed that something was up: "Hey, where'd all the noise go? Why did the machine suddenly-"
"-Stop? I'm wondering about that too..."
Chuck was tied up and on the ground before he could even react to WordGirl suddenly being in his presence.
"Meantime, I can be satisfied with ending your siege of the bread factory, and taking you to jail!" she then said, to the sound of a whimper by Chuck.
Just then, WordGirl's super-hearing heard: "Excellent job, WordGirl! Go finish that up, and find me again when you're done!"
"Wait..." she said, "The Doctor? That may explain it..."
So, after Chuck, the Butcher, and Doctor Two-Brains were taken to jail, WordGirl and Captain Huggyface met up with the Doctor...
"So, Doctor, what made you decide to stop waiting for my next call?"
"Well, after I baked around a dozen souffles, and utterly humiliated a Zygon invasion force in the year 1019, it may have crossed my mind that you probably weren't going to call again. So, here I am! What's the occasion?"
WordGirl explained right away: "There's a bunch of soldiers from...U.N.I.T. I think, and they've taken a strange interest in a book I had in my Spaceship Hideout's library...said it was making an odd form of energy or something..."
The Doctor then asked whether she knew the title, and she answered, telling him it was the 'Cuisine Collective of Planet Tersurus-"
Suddenly, the Doctor grew a shocked expression: "What?! One of those is on Earth?"
"What's so bad about it, Doctor? Just sounds like an advanced cookbook to me."
"Oh, the Cuisine Collectives are no ordinary cookbooks, WordGirl. They are cookbooks and cooks all rolled into one! They're an advanced form of robotic construct designed to be kitchen assistants to Tersurus' top chefs!"
"You see, WordGirl, not only do these books have, written within their pages, the finest cuisines in the galaxy, but they can also do their own cooking! Just tell them the dish that you need, and they'll gather all the ingredients they need, and make it themselves!"
"And...what's wrong with that, exactly? I mean, sometimes chefs have a really tough job..."
"And, if these Collectives could be controlled, they'd be the perfect solution to that problem! However, these things cannot be controlled! Once they were first activated, they didn't know where to stop cooking! The Tersurans had to deactivate them and launch them into space before they cooked everything on the planet! Including the people!"
This made WordGirl and Captain Huggyface gasp! "But...why would anyone want to eat people?"
"Because, Wordgirl, the recipes contained within those pages were gathered together with the help of the Androgum. A rather rude species who believe that 'if it has meat, it should be eaten!' Not just cattle, but living beings as well! Why, I was so disgusted by their antics, I briefly became a vegetarian after I met them once!"
"And," he continued, to the increased shock of WordGirl and her sidekick, "Even though I haven't seen the contents of the Collectives, I'm sure there's around ten ways to cook human written in there by those selfsame Androgum!"
"Well then, what are we going to do about it?"
"I'm going to find U.N.I.T. and help the Brigadier see it safely disposed of. I'm not sure I should cut time out of your schedule to help me with a lengthy task, with you being the city's round-the-clock defender and all."
So, the Doctor ran off, calling back: "I appreciate you bringing the matter to my attention, but I think I can take it from here!"
"Tell me how it goes!" WordGirl called, before taking Captain Huggyface and flying off...
….completely missing the small white lab mouse that had just heard their entire conversation, snickered, and scurried off!
*(one scene transition later)*
Dr. Two-Brains was just settling into his prison cell...when suddenly, a little mouse ran through the bars, and squeaked at him!
"Eh?" said the half-mouse man, as he picked up the mouse and held it close to his ear.
The mouse squeaked some more, and Dr. Two-Brains nodded. "Ooh, interesting! Go tell the henchmen!...Oh, and tell the other mice to keep a close eye on that 'Doctor,' OK?"
The mouse saluted him, and then scurried off towards the hideout. As he watched him go, Dr. Two-Brains thought to himself: "A robot cookbook containing the finest cuisine in the whole galaxy? Wonder how good the alien cheese is..."
"Um, excuse me, Dr. Two-Brains?" asked a timid voice from a nearby cell. "What robot cookbook?"
"Ah! Chuck! You startled me!"
"Yeah, sorry...ummm...listen, if you're making a new evil scheme, could you mind telling me about it? I'm just a little curious..."
"What makes it any of your business, Chuck?"
"Well, you mentioned something about a cookbook...and I may have thought, 'gee, I sure could use some new sandwich ideas,' and well..."
"You want in, don't you?"
When Chuck answered 'yes,' Dr. Two-Brains responded: "Well..."
"What're you guys talking about?" came the Butcher's voice from another cell. "You gonna steal a cookbook, Doc?"
"Well, I want in! With something like that, I can make something twice as better than that other glazed ham I was trying to steal!"
"Yeah, the phrase is 'twice as good as,' Butcher...well," Dr. Two-Brains said, "I kinda heard about it first, so finders keepers! I'm doing this on my own!"
As Chuck and the Butcher both sat down disappointed, Dr. Two-Brains recited to himself: "Now, how to get past the soldiers guarding it..."
Suddenly, the Butcher spoke up again: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's guarded by soldiers?"
"Yeah, apparently this is some kind of fancy alien cookbook or something, and the army wants it kept under wraps, probably locked up in some storage shed somewhere..."
Chuck spoke up again, "It'll take more than just a few weird rays and a couple of goons to get that book, if you have to lay siege to some soldiers! You're gonna need help!"
Dr. Two-Brains thought about Chuck's words...and said: "Yeah, I know, but you both know how Villain team-ups have gone in the past. You both had trouble with the Whammer, I couldn't work with Tobey, all of us have been scammed by Hal Hardbargain, you name it! We just can't work together!"
Both Chuck and the Butcher nodded. Then, the Butcher said: "True, but we still can't do it by ourselves! So whaddya say to perping aside our differences, and getting that book together?"
"Yeah! We can all fight over it after we're done!" added Chuck.
"Hmm...a team up with full knowledge that you guys'll betray me...sounds good! I'll have the henchmen let you out as well!"
No sooner had he said that, when Dr. Two-Brains' henchmen smashed through the prison walls in a bulldozer, shouting: "We're here, boss!"
"Perfect timing! Now, let Butcher and Chuck out as well – we're gonna steal some big stuff, and it's more than a three-person job..."
Meanwhile, completely unaware of what was transpiring, Becky Botsford and Bob return from the grocery store...
Becky zipped to the front door at super-speed, she and Bob holding the bags from the grocery store trip. She walked in the door, and said: "Dad! I've got the stuff you need!"
"Oh that's great, honey! Come on in, I could use some help in the kitchen! This Botsford family cuisine won't make itself!" said Mr. Botsford, flour all over his face.
"Yeah, but...could I not work on the Beans a la Botsford?"
"Of course! I don't want to spoil the surprise ingredient for anyone! You can help me fix the other dishes instead!"
Becky sighed in relief, as she joined her father and her brother in the kitchen.
*(one cooking montage later)*
"Phew!" sighed Becky as she wiped some sweat off her forehead (or was it milk?), "Glad that's done with!"
"I never thought cooking that fast was possible!" said T.J.
"Well, at least we can take breaks now. After all, dad wants to be alone while he makes his special beans."
"Lucky us."
Thus, Becky, Bob, and T.J. went to their respective rooms to hang out, while Mr. Botsford readied the pot to cook Beans a la Botsford...
….and wonder to himself: "Hmm...I feel like i'm missing something very important..."
Meanwhile, somewhere outside town...
*Knock Knock Knock*
In response, a soldier peered through the hole in the door, and asked: "Password?"
"May I come in, please?"
"That's not it." And with that, the soldier walked away...
*Knock Knock Knock*
The soldier returned, and again, asked: "Password?"
"May I speak to the Brigadier?"
"Still wrong password." Again, the soldier left...
*Knock Knock Knock*
Finally, the soldier opened the door. "Look, sir, if you don't know the password-"
"Will this suffice?" asked the small, oddly-dressed man as he pulled a U.N.I.T. identification badge from his question mark-themed clothing. One glance at it, and the soldier was forced to apologize...
...and then he took a closer look at what it said: "Wait a second, this badge belongs to-"
"-The Doctor? I hope so, because if it does belong to the Doctor, then it's my badge."
Just before the soldier could voice his doubts, the Brigadier's voice was heard saying: "What's going on over there, Sergeant?"
"Man at the door, sir. Claims he's the Doctor."
"Is he carrying a black umbrella with a question mark for a handle?"
When the Sergeant said 'yes' after a quick look, the Brigadier shouted: "Let him on in."
"No hard feelings, Sergeant;" said the Doctor as he raised his hat, and walked on in. "You were just doing your job, like a good soldier."
"Thank you, Doctor."
…...
Soon, the Doctor and the Brigadier caught sight of each other, in a darkened room filled with soldiers, weapons, and one big container.
"Good to see you again, Brigadier!"
"Likewise, Doctor. Although, I was rather hoping for a chance to prove that U.N.I.T. could handle itself in one of these scenarios, without your help. We haven't been in action since the Miss Power fiasco, and have been looking for a chance to redeem ourselves."
"With one of these things, it isn't worth it to take the chance. Consider yourselves lucky that WordGirl tipped me off. Now, where is that Cuisine Collective?"
"You mean the book? Right there, Doctor. Captain Flanders, open her up!"
"Yes sir!" And with that, Captain Flanders undid some latches on the wall, and opened up a secret compartment from which he pulled the book from.
He handed it to the Doctor, who turned it over in his hands, looking at it intently.
"So," he asked after a minute, "This thing hasn't done anything since you brought it here?"
"Right, Doctor. And WordGirl says that during all the time it was in her spaceship's library, it never once did anything strange other than refuse to open."
"Good. Have you tried cutting it open? Taking it apart, until its electronic ingredients are all that's left?"
"No, Doctor. We don't have the proper equipment to do so."
"Well, Brigadier, the sooner this is rendered non-functional, the sooner Earth will be safe. Therefore, my advice is to take it apart, and never re-assemble it, as soon as is humanly possible!"
"And," The Doctor continued, "If your scientists are still curious about how it works, I can provide as many details as I know, but this book must be destroyed before-"
Meanwhile, just outs-
"NO NO NO!" The Doctor frantically shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE CHANGE THE SCENE, I CAN'T HAVE SOMEBODY INTERRUPTING ME-"
*(one scene transition later)*
Ahem, as I was saying:
Meanwhile, just outside, a sinister plot begins to unfold...
A tiny little mouse scurried into Dr. Two-Brains' hand, and squeaked a pair of squeaks that caused a massive smile to grow on the mad scientist's face. "Good news, guys! We've found the soldiers. Ready to carry out the plan?"
"Ready, boss!" said the henchmen, readying their shields.
"I'm ready!" exclaimed Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy as he spun his Condiment Ray Blaster in his hand.
"And I'm dairy too!" (mis)spoke the Butcher, gathering meat-energy around his hands in anticipation.
"Well then, let's go lay siege to some soldiers, and get us a cookbook!"
And with that, Dr. Two-Brains spun the wheel of his blimp, and it rose up into the sky from its super-secret hangar, straight towards U.N.I.T. and the Doctor...
...who saw them coming via binoculars. "I take it that's one of the city's famous 'supervillains,' Doctor?" asked the Brigadier.
The Doctor, after he took a peek through the binoculars, nodded. "Dr. Two-Brains by the looks of it. And he's headed this way!"
"Well, there's only one thing for it. SOLDIERS!" Sir Lethbridge-Stewart barked, "PREPARE FOR BATTLE! PROTECT OUR CARGO!"
Will the training of the soldiers, and the genius of the Doctor, be enough to stop Dr. Two-Brains, the Butcher, and Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy? Or will each prove the ingredients of a perfect villainous team-up, for a change?
Will WordGirl's help be needed...or if she is, will she be enough?
There's only one way to find out: Tune in to the continuation of this adventure of WORDGIRL!
To be continued...
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