Icy and Tuft stood before the Toon Council. The sight of all the 120+ Laff Point level seven gaggers was overwhelming. If you can get greatness by brushing off someone's coat, Tuft felt like she had rubbed against all of the people in this room vigorously to generate static electricity. Her confidence was restored and she wasn't hungry or tired at all. Or maybe that was because of the chocolate and the resulting sugar-rush. Oh well, at least her confidence was restored.
"And lastly, I promise to never use science as a way to harm my brethren." Icy finished. He had never spoken so many words in front of so many people for something so important. Most of all, he had his best friend by his side. But she was beginning to feel like more than that.
"Okay. You may leave." said Colonel Clyde Cheezymash.
Icy didn't know what came over him. "Actually, may I stay here to watch my friend take her oaths?"
Clyde considered this. "I suppose… but you must sit in your seat and not say a word."
Icy was glad he wore shades, because his face felt like it was a million degrees hotter.
After Tuft's speech, she pulled him aside for a minute. "There must be something wrong with you, Icy, because the way you took that speech you looked like you would rather touch dip than continue.
Dip: the only substance that can kill a toon outright. "Thanks, you did great too." Icy said, unconvincingly. He was struggling not to blush, which in his case, he would turn bright pink.
Tuft was snapping her fingers. "Icy! Icy, snap out of it! And are you feverish?" Icy regained his senses, and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, I phase off when someone mentions dip." Icy lied. He had to slip away and get this sorted out. He was on the playground, so he would get away the only way he knew how:
"FOOD FIGHT!!!"
Almost instantly the air was thick with throw gags. Icy grabbed a cream pie out of his Medium Bag and shoved it into Tuft's face. He immediately felt guilty, but it was the only thing he could do without being humiliated. He grabbed his Telehole, ducked under a flying pie, and threw it on the ground.
Tuft wiped the pie off of her face, confused. Did Icy look pink…?
***
At home, Icy tried to figure out what was going on, but he felt like the pieces to the puzzle were spilled into the sink with the sink and garbage disposal running.
I don't get it…Icy pondered his predicament for hours growing increasingly confused. Every turn was a dead end in his cornfield maze of thoughts.
Then he realized he was only thinking of metaphors. Darn it!
He took a pie out of his gag bag and smashed it on his face.
"That feels better." Icy said. Now, I blushed, turned red, no, yes, red,, and I made stupid choices and felt embarrassed. Wait, these are all feelings. Then, finally coming to a conclusion, Icy's face turned bright pink. I think I'm in love with Tuft Puft!
***
Tuft Puft sat on the steps of TCHQ wondering why Icy had smacked her with his best gag. "I know it felt good and all, I'd be un-toon if I thought it didn't. But maybe I was getting to personal…" Tuft blushed remembering touching Icy's face while he was 'phased out.' "Now that I think about it, toons never get phased out at the mention of dip, maybe terrified, but they don't stare off into space with those gorgeous eyes…"
Tuft looked off into space, murmuring, "Shiny shades, perfect smile, glossy pelt…" She woke up and slapped herself. "What am I saying? Or rather, what am I feeling…?" Tuft smiled. "I think I'm in love with Icy Flames!"
***
Rosie Parks wept for many reasons. She was an orphan, she scavenged, and she couldn't make a living because of that gang. She was searching for shelter when she found an abandoned gag bag lying on the street. A small pouch. She immediately knew what she had to do. She grabbed the pouch and set out for Toontown Central to apply for the spot of Attack Toon.
***
"So, do you have the technology?" The C.E.O. asked the toon.
"It's closely guarded. And that old rabbit won't let me memorize the blueprints!"
The lone toon was in the C.E.O.'s restaurant chamber, it was in sorry shape from the last time the toons were in there.
"Toons are crafty, yes, but you must get those blueprints, at least! I'm the 56th C.E.O. this week!"
"And it's the full plans you'll have. Once I get just one Level Eight Gag I will craft it so cogs will rule!"
"I'd prefer either the Toon-up, Lure, or Drop gags." The master cog spit out. "Pardon my manners. I'm not used to using g-g-g-"
"Gags."
"Yes those, on my side."
"Trust me, as a toon myself, I can infiltrate their borders better than any cog. But the old coot-" The toon paused to spit, "-is a problem."
"Don't dirty my rug, but otherwise I get your point. Should you care for an escort?"
"No. I'm better off alone." The toon walked out.
***
"I'm better off alone." –The Lone Toon