::Fear spread through Doug's mind and body and after a moment of hesitation, he ran down the hall, down the stairs, and outside to hide from the pending wrath he knew he was in for from his sister, Judy, and his rich bully friend, Roger. His mind was still blurred and he couldn't think of a normal escape, so as a ditch effort, he dove into his dog's teepee shaped dog-house to hide out.
The grey dog jumped back from his sudden guest and gave a questioning bark at Doug. "I'm sorry, Porkchop, but I'm in serious trouble with both Roger AND Judy. I need a place to hide-out until they cool off." Porkchop frowned and barked out a suggestion to him, but Doug just shook his head. "No, they wouldn't just take a simple apology. I was spying on them a bit too much today and this last time I went a bit too far and walked in on something I'm not quite sure how to take."
The dog shook his head and sat back on his haunches giving Doug a look like things might just be too far gone for anything to change the situation. Doug's shoulders sagged. He knew he should have left his sister and Roger alone, but just seeing them together sent mixed feelings throughout his body.
He wasn't sure what the sudden urges of needing to know what was going on meant or why he was feeling them. He could say he was jealous, but of what? He couldn't be jealous that Roger was showing affections to Judy, could he? Judy is Doug's sister after all and feelings like that weren't normal, but yet he felt like he had to stop any advances from Roger from happening. No, jealously couldn't be the reason because it just didn't make sense and was wrong to boot.
An idea hit him and he grinned. It wasn't jealously, it was protection. He didn't want Judy getting hurt and what better way to do it then to ruin things before they could even start? That wasn't right either, was it? Doug sighed and leaned his back against a wall in the dog house.
This was starting to give him a headache, but he had to figure a way out of this and fast before he was found hiding here. What could he do, though? Judy wouldn't listen to his begging and the only major thing she could do to him was stop talking to him and telling their folks he was putting his nose where it didn't belong. Roger was another story, however. Not only was he bigger and stronger then Doug, but he was very stubborn and would pound first, ask questions later. He also was odd when it came to showing feelings.
Doug felt that the kiss he saw was a split between the script and hidden desires, but more on Roger's part then Judy's. He heard the soft moans and he had to investigate to see exactly what was going on. Granted, it was none of his business, but the sounds got him very curious.
When he silently opened the door of his sister's room and saw Roger and Judy in a close embrace, kissing deeply, he wasn't quite sure what to think, but he just couldn't turn away and leave although he knew he should. He felt captivated by the very act and he longed to see more, but Roger spotted him and broke him from his fantasy. Doug sighed, frustrated. How was he going to get out of this mess?
Although far-fetched, Doug's only hope was to imagine himself as Quailman and see what the super hero would do in a case like this......
Quailman scanned the city of an average on Earth. He was pleased that there have been no troubles with crimes and monsters and other such bad things. Proudly he looked at Quaildog and held his arms out wide. "See that my faithful friend? Calm and serenity across the land just how it should be."
The dog barked in agreement and together the duo flew towards the city's centre. However, all was not calm there as on the outskirts. Hundreds of people were running for their lives in a panic bringing Quailman to a halt in his flight. What could be causing this disturbance? As he rounded a building he spotted a tall, leather jacket clad, green monster. Klotzilla! The giant lizard hasn't been around for weeks and Quailman thought that the monster finally got bored in terrorizing towns and left, but his return proved that the hero was wrong.
Swooping down, Quailman hovered in front of the monster's face. "Halt, I say! Turn around and leave this fair land and stop your...destruction?" Quailman blinked as Klotzilla just calmly walked past him, whistling a song. The hero flew after him and just about landed on the beast's nose. "Did you not hear me? I asked for you to stop whatever it is you are doing and leave."
This time Klotzilla noticed him and he growled loudly, "Beat it squirt, I don't have time for you and in case you haven't noticed, I'm not destroying anything so am-scray!" The monster then reached up and flicked the super hero away like a fly.
Quailman tumbled backwards then managed to right himself and head back to Klotzilla, but he paused. The monster did have a point. He wasn't on a rampage at all, he just was taking a stroll and minding his own business for once. Still, how odd. What could he be up to? It wasn't like Klotzilla to be acting all nice to the citizens of Megalopolis.
Letting out a confused sigh, Quailman flew down to the still panicked people and tried to calm them saying that the monster was just strolling through and to give him as much room as he needed so no one would get hurt. As Klotzilla left the city and headed off to lord only knows where, Quailman grinned slightly and hoped that Klotzilla stays true to his word and was just passing through and would behave.
Later, Quailman took a flight to another part of Megalopolis, this time to the country. Wanting to just sit back with Quaildog and relax, the hero headed towards a small town that was perfect for just doing nothing and where there was nothing but miles and miles of farmland.
However, just like with the city, the country played out the same scene with people fleeing in terror. Quailman scratched his head. This wasn't like Klotzilla to come around to the country. He was mostly a city monster as he could cause more damage in the city as opposed to the country.
Flying against the flow of people, the super hero finally saw what was causing all of the panic. There in the middle of a field was Juditra, the three headed female dragon who thinks she is an actress. "This is not my day," he said softly and hovered for a moment to see what it was she was up to.
The dragon was sitting on her haunches, holding a large book and reading poems from it in her loud voice. While the one head read, the other two sighed happily and became sentimental at how beautiful the words were. Quailman was baffled yet again. Normally the beast was trying to make people her personal performers or forcing them to listen to her yammering, but this time she sat in her own solitude perfectly content to read alone and aloud to herself.
The hero smacked himself upside the head. What was going on? This makes it two monsters in the same day not acting the way they should be. Wanting to investigate this situation, Quailman flew towards Juditra and tried to get her attention, but she was too engrossed in her book. Getting frustrated, he flew down and right in front of the book's pages and waved his arms. "Halt the reading there, foul dragon! Leave this land in peace!"
Juditra blinked behind her sunglasses and all three heads bowed down menacingly. "What do you want foolish mortal? Don't you know that it's rude to fly where you are not invited?"
"Well, yes, but you are causing a panic among the country folk and I cannot allow that."
The left head snarled and drew closer to Quailman. "What doest thou know of panic? Thou art causing panic amongst my peaceful surroundings."
The head on the right nodded. "Yes, now, begone with you, O ignorant one!" Juditra grabbed for him, but he flew out of reach. She trembled with frustration and flapped her great wings and took off after him, but stopped in midflight. "You're not even worth my aggravation," she snarled and turned, flying off towards the fields behind them.
Quailman wiped the sweat off that beaded upon his brow. As with Klotzilla, Juditra left quietly without so much of a struggle. This was getting more and more odd as the time went on. What's next? he thought.
Almost as if on cue, Klotzilla stomped up behind him, "Beat it, pipsqueak!" he boomed and swatted at Quailman, knocking him out of the way once more.
Quailman watched to see where he'd go and the huge lizard made tracks to where Juditra had flown off to just moments ago. Then something amazing happened that Quailman thought he'd never see.
Klotzilla stopped when he found the three headed dragon and just about swooned. She grinned at him and hid her heads behind the book as best as she could, giggling shyly. Klotzilla then smoothed back the patch of orange hair on the top of his head and uprooted a huge flowering tree and handed it to Juditra. All three heads grinned broadly and she accepted it with a gentle smile.
Quailman couldn't believe what he was seeing and he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the image was still there. Since when did Klotzilla and Juditra have feelings for each other? Normally, if Juditra would be in the huge lizard's presence, she didn't show him any attention or affections, she would just be with him if it was for her benefit, but now it was proving there was actually interest in him.
As if things weren't strange enough, Klotzilla reached forward and embraced the three headed dragon and held her tightly, getting a sigh of content from her in response. Seeing enough, Quailman flew towards them, "Halt!" he cried. "Stop this phoney display at once!"
The two monsters stopped their actions and quickly turned their attention at the hero and they weren't pleased. "Beat it, Frailman!" Klotzilla snarled and batted at him. "You're really pushing my buttons poking that big nose of yours in my business."
Juditra flapped her large wings and tried to move Quailman back and away from them. "Yes, you little fool, begone already! You already disrupted my poetry reading I will not tolerate any more interruptions."
Quailman flitted back out of the way by using the powers of the quail. Speed and intelligence always came through in times like this, but now he was seeing he had to use the Quail-Eye to stupify his enemies since they obviously weren't going to behave peacefully.
Heading towards Klotzilla first, Quailman hovered in front of the beast's eyes and glared at him, calling on his powers to stupify him and render him helpless. Klotzilla blinked and swatted at Quailman, but since the monster was already numb with the affectionate embrace he received from Juditra he fell easy prey to the Quail-eye. The lizard swatted weakly at Quailman and teetered just for a moment before he fell over backwards with a huge thud.
Behind Quailman came an angry shriek and before he was able to turn around he found himself tightly clutched in Juditra's claws. "How dare you do that to him!" the middle head cried while the one on the left looked at the fallen Klotzilla with great concern while the one on the right snarled at the hero. "He did nothing to you, but I just might."
Quailman flinched, "B-but the two of you have been acting strange all day and seeing you both together couldn't possibly mean anything good."
That got the attention of all three heads and they just about screamed in frustration. "Not anything good!" they all cried together. "How could you possibly know what the difference is between good and evil you uneducated, narrow minded moron!?!"
Juditra landed on the ground and walked to the unconscious Klotzilla and the head on the left bit her lower lip in worry while the head in the middle continued to snarl and glare at Quailman. "You know nothing but what your tiny mind tells you. What wrong is there between two beings that care for one another? Is there so much hate in your twisted little world where you cannot accept the powers of love to conquer that of evil?"
Quailman was taken by surprise from that comment. "You mean the two of you love each other?"
All three heads sneered with disgust at him and she tightened her grip around him. "How dare you ask such a thing as that! I would think that such a being as yourself would swoon at the very thought that two so called monsters could have feelings of love and respect for one another. I guess that your simple little mind can't handle a thought like that." She sighed and shook her heads. "I always read that where there is love there is hope...I guess your world won't ever have hope since there is no love in it nor do people have that chance to show it without being persecuted."
Quailman frowned for her words were 100% right. He was acting stupidly and the only crimes that Juditra and Klotzilla had right now were just being happy and liking each other. Quailman lowered his head in shame and felt his shoulders sag. "Fine, fine, I'm really sorry, Juditra. I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusions and my actions were done out of haste. Could you ever forgive me and forget all about this?"
Juditra snarled wickedly. "Oh, suuuuuuure. I'll forgive you and it'd be my pleasure to forget all about this." Quailman grinned. That was easy, he thought, but his silent celebration was cut short as Juditra lifted him up closer to the mouth of her middle head. "See you later Frailman!" she exclaimed and opened her gaping jaws to swallow the hero whole.
Both Quailman and his real life counterpart screamed and instantly the fantasy was over. Doug shook his head and wiped the layer of sweat off his brow that collected there. Where did that come from? Normally his fantasies turned out with a great solution to a problem he was facing, but this time things went horribly wrong. He knew his sister and Roger too well and no matter what he'd say to them he knew they wouldn't listen to reason.
Porkchop whined and lay his head on his master's lap. He wished there was something he could do to help, but there wasn't. Doug scratched the dog between his ears. "I don't know what to do, Porkchop. Roger won't listen to anything I'd say to him. Judy might listen, but she flies off the handle too fast and would no doubt tell mom that I was disturbing her play practice. Well, I guess the best thing for me to do is just hide here until the two of them cool off."
He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out all reality and he wished he would have just stayed in his bedroom drawing pictures like he should have instead of snooping around Judy's room wondering what the odd noises were all about. Just then he got jerked back into reality as a hand gripped his shirt and yanked him backwards out of Porkchop's doghouse. Porkchop did his best to pull Doug back, but it was no use.
Doug squirmed and was suddenly dumped on the grass, the brightness of the sun making him blink and squint at his pursuers Roger and Judy. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Roger said with a wicked grin.
"Looks like we have a mewing little mutton head that enjoys provoking the natural order of things," Judy replied, adjusting her sunglasses rather bordly.
"Well, all I see is a loser boy that's gonna get his face rearranged!" Roger snarled and grabbed Doug roughly by the front of his green sweater and yanked him to his feet. "You can't seem to get it through your head, loser, Judy and I are trying to rehearse a play and you keep poking that beak of yours in our business and it's gonna stop right now!"
Doug flinched from the pending hit he knew he was going to get, but then remembered Quailman and thought he would try to see things from Juditra's and Klotzilla's point of view and use it here. "Ummm..listen, Roger, I don't have any problems with the two of you rehearsing. It was wrong of me to intrude and keep annoying you like I did. Judy, I'm really sorry that I didn't listen to you. If I ruined your play in any way I hope you'll let me make it up to you somehow."
Judy quirked an eyebrow and Roger glanced over to her waiting to see what she was going to say. He didn't want to hit Doug without her approval. If he clobbered him and Judy was about to forgive her brother, Roger would never live it down let alone forgive himself and neither would Judy.
Judy just stared at her brother then took in a slow, deep breath while stepping closer to Roger. "Little brother, you over stepped your bounds this time. Not only did you insist upon spying on Roger and myself, but you barged into my room without so much of a knock. This is beyond forgiveness, Dougie! You wrecked more then just a rehersal, this was truly a masterpiece! I never saw anyone perform as well as Roger can and his talent shines like none I've seen before. That moment might not ever be captured again and first impressions are everything." Roger wrinkled up his nose and turned to look at Judy wondering what she meant by that. Judy suddenly felt her face redden in a blush and she balled her fists tightly at her side. "Roger, just do what you must before I do!" she cried.
Roger snickered wickedly and sneered at Doug, "My pleasure m'lady." He then yanked back his fist getting ready to punch Doug in the nose when he thought of something and pushed his prey backwards as hard as he could making him fall to the ground. "I can't have him wrecking my clothes. I mean, loser blood doesn't come out easily."
He snickered and Judy knew he was just joking around and she laughed softly as well, but Doug didn't see the humour in it. He was very scared because not only did he know that Roger could seriously hurt him, but Judy was also siding with the bully and that was just as dangerous.
Doug trembled slightly and then felt his fear come out into the open and he turned on the defense. "Oh yeah like you couldn't afford to buy more clothes! I'm surprised you even want to hang around Judy, I mean, she doesn't exactly fit your money grubbing attitude, but then again, maybe that's the only reason she offered you a part in the play. She probably needed funding and the only way to get it was through you!"
Judy narrowed her eyes, "Why you trifling RANK pantaloon! You will regret saying any of that you speckle shirted yellow dog!" Judy then lunged forward and smacked her brother hard across the face making him stumble backwards.
Roger winced from the strike, but smirked at the same time. A woman after my own heart, he thought to himself and tried to control the laugh he felt building after seeing the look of shock and hurt register on Doug's face. "Oh brother, what a loser!" he laughed.
Tears of pain and humiliation began to build in Doug's eyes and he held his cheek in hopes to stop the throbbing Judy's hand caused it. However, Roger's mocking and laughing began to stir unfamiliar feelings inside of Doug. He didn't care so much about Judy because she is his sister after all, but the constant ridicule from Roger was just something that was causing him to break. Not able to take it much longer, Doug charged forward and tackled Roger to the ground.
Roger was stunned beyond belief, but his mind cleared quickly and he grabbed the flailing arms of Doug and held them from his body. "Oh yeah, that was really smart Einstein!" Roger shoved Doug off and back first onto the ground while following with his own body. "You ticked off the wrong person, pal!"
He then stood taking Doug with him. "I held back long enough from creaming you, Funnie and this time you pushed my buttons just right." and with that Roger slammed his fist hard into Doug's jaw sending him staggering backwards, holding his head in pain. At first Roger was concerned with Judy's reaction, but when he glanced her way she was looking on with disinterest, but he could see the slight smirk on her face showing that she didn't mind what he was doing.
Getting that subtle bit of approval, Roger approached Doug and punched him in the jaw with his right fist and then followed with a sharp uppercut with his left fist, this time knocking Doug completely over.
Roger shook his hand from the stinging pain he felt from the hits then glanced down and noticed his shirt was dirty and his pants were torn. "Joeycookamonga! Look at what you did!" he cried and was about to pounce on the bleeding Doug when Judy snapped her fingers stopping him.
"Come, Roger, I think he's learned his lesson. Let's get out of here before the very sight of that annoying little mosquito makes me sicker then it already is." She shook her head with disgust at her brother and stomped off.
Roger looked down at Doug and snickered slightly. "Consider yourself saved by your sister, Funnie. If it were up to me you'd be part of the grass right now. Next time your hormones get in a rage where you gotta be a snoop, just go to Skeeter's house. I'm sure he's got some magazines you'd be interested in." He then spat on the ground near to where Doug lay and followed Judy's tracks leaving Doug to lay in pain over what he had done, his brain going over what it could and knowing that this was one hard learned lesson and he was truly lucky that it all stopped when it did.
Dear Journal,
I'm sorry I haven't wrote to you in a while, but I'm finally beginning to see straight, not to mention getting rid of that terrible headache, after the beating I got from Roger Klotz. You should remember him, he's the rich bully that goes to my school. Anyway, he and my sister Judy have been acting odd with each other, but when she asked him to be part of a play she wrote I couldn't believe it. The two of them were sharing laughs and having a good time in the backyard while they rehearsed, but I didn't believe that could be possible either so I decided to check on things myself. That's not a good thing to do with either of them because Roger's very mean and my sister is very moody. So, Journal, I got into trouble with them one time that day, but for some reason I couldn't quit and I ended up walking in on them doing something I probably shouldn't have seen, when I should have just stayed in my room minding my own business. I tried to hide, but Roger and Judy caught up with me and Roger pounded the tar out of me. Which brings me to now. Things are still strange between the two of them, but I don't want to know what's going on with them because my health and well being are a bit more important. The play went on like it was supposed to and I was actually well enough to go with my folks to see it. I never knew it, but Roger is a pretty darn good actor and I was actually impressed. I still don't see what the attraction is between Judy and Roger, but I learned my lesson and keep out of it. It bothers me to see them together, but as long as she's happy that's all that matters I suppose. So, Journal, I guess I learned that one should keep one's nose out of older sister's business not to mention any rich bully that just so happens to be in love with her. I danced on the wild side and now I paid the price, but no more. I learned my lesson and I hope things work out for the best with my sister. I mean, what could go wrong?
Doug Funnie
The End
The grey dog jumped back from his sudden guest and gave a questioning bark at Doug. "I'm sorry, Porkchop, but I'm in serious trouble with both Roger AND Judy. I need a place to hide-out until they cool off." Porkchop frowned and barked out a suggestion to him, but Doug just shook his head. "No, they wouldn't just take a simple apology. I was spying on them a bit too much today and this last time I went a bit too far and walked in on something I'm not quite sure how to take."
The dog shook his head and sat back on his haunches giving Doug a look like things might just be too far gone for anything to change the situation. Doug's shoulders sagged. He knew he should have left his sister and Roger alone, but just seeing them together sent mixed feelings throughout his body.
He wasn't sure what the sudden urges of needing to know what was going on meant or why he was feeling them. He could say he was jealous, but of what? He couldn't be jealous that Roger was showing affections to Judy, could he? Judy is Doug's sister after all and feelings like that weren't normal, but yet he felt like he had to stop any advances from Roger from happening. No, jealously couldn't be the reason because it just didn't make sense and was wrong to boot.
An idea hit him and he grinned. It wasn't jealously, it was protection. He didn't want Judy getting hurt and what better way to do it then to ruin things before they could even start? That wasn't right either, was it? Doug sighed and leaned his back against a wall in the dog house.
This was starting to give him a headache, but he had to figure a way out of this and fast before he was found hiding here. What could he do, though? Judy wouldn't listen to his begging and the only major thing she could do to him was stop talking to him and telling their folks he was putting his nose where it didn't belong. Roger was another story, however. Not only was he bigger and stronger then Doug, but he was very stubborn and would pound first, ask questions later. He also was odd when it came to showing feelings.
Doug felt that the kiss he saw was a split between the script and hidden desires, but more on Roger's part then Judy's. He heard the soft moans and he had to investigate to see exactly what was going on. Granted, it was none of his business, but the sounds got him very curious.
When he silently opened the door of his sister's room and saw Roger and Judy in a close embrace, kissing deeply, he wasn't quite sure what to think, but he just couldn't turn away and leave although he knew he should. He felt captivated by the very act and he longed to see more, but Roger spotted him and broke him from his fantasy. Doug sighed, frustrated. How was he going to get out of this mess?
Although far-fetched, Doug's only hope was to imagine himself as Quailman and see what the super hero would do in a case like this......
Quailman scanned the city of an average on Earth. He was pleased that there have been no troubles with crimes and monsters and other such bad things. Proudly he looked at Quaildog and held his arms out wide. "See that my faithful friend? Calm and serenity across the land just how it should be."
The dog barked in agreement and together the duo flew towards the city's centre. However, all was not calm there as on the outskirts. Hundreds of people were running for their lives in a panic bringing Quailman to a halt in his flight. What could be causing this disturbance? As he rounded a building he spotted a tall, leather jacket clad, green monster. Klotzilla! The giant lizard hasn't been around for weeks and Quailman thought that the monster finally got bored in terrorizing towns and left, but his return proved that the hero was wrong.
Swooping down, Quailman hovered in front of the monster's face. "Halt, I say! Turn around and leave this fair land and stop your...destruction?" Quailman blinked as Klotzilla just calmly walked past him, whistling a song. The hero flew after him and just about landed on the beast's nose. "Did you not hear me? I asked for you to stop whatever it is you are doing and leave."
This time Klotzilla noticed him and he growled loudly, "Beat it squirt, I don't have time for you and in case you haven't noticed, I'm not destroying anything so am-scray!" The monster then reached up and flicked the super hero away like a fly.
Quailman tumbled backwards then managed to right himself and head back to Klotzilla, but he paused. The monster did have a point. He wasn't on a rampage at all, he just was taking a stroll and minding his own business for once. Still, how odd. What could he be up to? It wasn't like Klotzilla to be acting all nice to the citizens of Megalopolis.
Letting out a confused sigh, Quailman flew down to the still panicked people and tried to calm them saying that the monster was just strolling through and to give him as much room as he needed so no one would get hurt. As Klotzilla left the city and headed off to lord only knows where, Quailman grinned slightly and hoped that Klotzilla stays true to his word and was just passing through and would behave.
Later, Quailman took a flight to another part of Megalopolis, this time to the country. Wanting to just sit back with Quaildog and relax, the hero headed towards a small town that was perfect for just doing nothing and where there was nothing but miles and miles of farmland.
However, just like with the city, the country played out the same scene with people fleeing in terror. Quailman scratched his head. This wasn't like Klotzilla to come around to the country. He was mostly a city monster as he could cause more damage in the city as opposed to the country.
Flying against the flow of people, the super hero finally saw what was causing all of the panic. There in the middle of a field was Juditra, the three headed female dragon who thinks she is an actress. "This is not my day," he said softly and hovered for a moment to see what it was she was up to.
The dragon was sitting on her haunches, holding a large book and reading poems from it in her loud voice. While the one head read, the other two sighed happily and became sentimental at how beautiful the words were. Quailman was baffled yet again. Normally the beast was trying to make people her personal performers or forcing them to listen to her yammering, but this time she sat in her own solitude perfectly content to read alone and aloud to herself.
The hero smacked himself upside the head. What was going on? This makes it two monsters in the same day not acting the way they should be. Wanting to investigate this situation, Quailman flew towards Juditra and tried to get her attention, but she was too engrossed in her book. Getting frustrated, he flew down and right in front of the book's pages and waved his arms. "Halt the reading there, foul dragon! Leave this land in peace!"
Juditra blinked behind her sunglasses and all three heads bowed down menacingly. "What do you want foolish mortal? Don't you know that it's rude to fly where you are not invited?"
"Well, yes, but you are causing a panic among the country folk and I cannot allow that."
The left head snarled and drew closer to Quailman. "What doest thou know of panic? Thou art causing panic amongst my peaceful surroundings."
The head on the right nodded. "Yes, now, begone with you, O ignorant one!" Juditra grabbed for him, but he flew out of reach. She trembled with frustration and flapped her great wings and took off after him, but stopped in midflight. "You're not even worth my aggravation," she snarled and turned, flying off towards the fields behind them.
Quailman wiped the sweat off that beaded upon his brow. As with Klotzilla, Juditra left quietly without so much of a struggle. This was getting more and more odd as the time went on. What's next? he thought.
Almost as if on cue, Klotzilla stomped up behind him, "Beat it, pipsqueak!" he boomed and swatted at Quailman, knocking him out of the way once more.
Quailman watched to see where he'd go and the huge lizard made tracks to where Juditra had flown off to just moments ago. Then something amazing happened that Quailman thought he'd never see.
Klotzilla stopped when he found the three headed dragon and just about swooned. She grinned at him and hid her heads behind the book as best as she could, giggling shyly. Klotzilla then smoothed back the patch of orange hair on the top of his head and uprooted a huge flowering tree and handed it to Juditra. All three heads grinned broadly and she accepted it with a gentle smile.
Quailman couldn't believe what he was seeing and he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the image was still there. Since when did Klotzilla and Juditra have feelings for each other? Normally, if Juditra would be in the huge lizard's presence, she didn't show him any attention or affections, she would just be with him if it was for her benefit, but now it was proving there was actually interest in him.
As if things weren't strange enough, Klotzilla reached forward and embraced the three headed dragon and held her tightly, getting a sigh of content from her in response. Seeing enough, Quailman flew towards them, "Halt!" he cried. "Stop this phoney display at once!"
The two monsters stopped their actions and quickly turned their attention at the hero and they weren't pleased. "Beat it, Frailman!" Klotzilla snarled and batted at him. "You're really pushing my buttons poking that big nose of yours in my business."
Juditra flapped her large wings and tried to move Quailman back and away from them. "Yes, you little fool, begone already! You already disrupted my poetry reading I will not tolerate any more interruptions."
Quailman flitted back out of the way by using the powers of the quail. Speed and intelligence always came through in times like this, but now he was seeing he had to use the Quail-Eye to stupify his enemies since they obviously weren't going to behave peacefully.
Heading towards Klotzilla first, Quailman hovered in front of the beast's eyes and glared at him, calling on his powers to stupify him and render him helpless. Klotzilla blinked and swatted at Quailman, but since the monster was already numb with the affectionate embrace he received from Juditra he fell easy prey to the Quail-eye. The lizard swatted weakly at Quailman and teetered just for a moment before he fell over backwards with a huge thud.
Behind Quailman came an angry shriek and before he was able to turn around he found himself tightly clutched in Juditra's claws. "How dare you do that to him!" the middle head cried while the one on the left looked at the fallen Klotzilla with great concern while the one on the right snarled at the hero. "He did nothing to you, but I just might."
Quailman flinched, "B-but the two of you have been acting strange all day and seeing you both together couldn't possibly mean anything good."
That got the attention of all three heads and they just about screamed in frustration. "Not anything good!" they all cried together. "How could you possibly know what the difference is between good and evil you uneducated, narrow minded moron!?!"
Juditra landed on the ground and walked to the unconscious Klotzilla and the head on the left bit her lower lip in worry while the head in the middle continued to snarl and glare at Quailman. "You know nothing but what your tiny mind tells you. What wrong is there between two beings that care for one another? Is there so much hate in your twisted little world where you cannot accept the powers of love to conquer that of evil?"
Quailman was taken by surprise from that comment. "You mean the two of you love each other?"
All three heads sneered with disgust at him and she tightened her grip around him. "How dare you ask such a thing as that! I would think that such a being as yourself would swoon at the very thought that two so called monsters could have feelings of love and respect for one another. I guess that your simple little mind can't handle a thought like that." She sighed and shook her heads. "I always read that where there is love there is hope...I guess your world won't ever have hope since there is no love in it nor do people have that chance to show it without being persecuted."
Quailman frowned for her words were 100% right. He was acting stupidly and the only crimes that Juditra and Klotzilla had right now were just being happy and liking each other. Quailman lowered his head in shame and felt his shoulders sag. "Fine, fine, I'm really sorry, Juditra. I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusions and my actions were done out of haste. Could you ever forgive me and forget all about this?"
Juditra snarled wickedly. "Oh, suuuuuuure. I'll forgive you and it'd be my pleasure to forget all about this." Quailman grinned. That was easy, he thought, but his silent celebration was cut short as Juditra lifted him up closer to the mouth of her middle head. "See you later Frailman!" she exclaimed and opened her gaping jaws to swallow the hero whole.
Both Quailman and his real life counterpart screamed and instantly the fantasy was over. Doug shook his head and wiped the layer of sweat off his brow that collected there. Where did that come from? Normally his fantasies turned out with a great solution to a problem he was facing, but this time things went horribly wrong. He knew his sister and Roger too well and no matter what he'd say to them he knew they wouldn't listen to reason.
Porkchop whined and lay his head on his master's lap. He wished there was something he could do to help, but there wasn't. Doug scratched the dog between his ears. "I don't know what to do, Porkchop. Roger won't listen to anything I'd say to him. Judy might listen, but she flies off the handle too fast and would no doubt tell mom that I was disturbing her play practice. Well, I guess the best thing for me to do is just hide here until the two of them cool off."
He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out all reality and he wished he would have just stayed in his bedroom drawing pictures like he should have instead of snooping around Judy's room wondering what the odd noises were all about. Just then he got jerked back into reality as a hand gripped his shirt and yanked him backwards out of Porkchop's doghouse. Porkchop did his best to pull Doug back, but it was no use.
Doug squirmed and was suddenly dumped on the grass, the brightness of the sun making him blink and squint at his pursuers Roger and Judy. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Roger said with a wicked grin.
"Looks like we have a mewing little mutton head that enjoys provoking the natural order of things," Judy replied, adjusting her sunglasses rather bordly.
"Well, all I see is a loser boy that's gonna get his face rearranged!" Roger snarled and grabbed Doug roughly by the front of his green sweater and yanked him to his feet. "You can't seem to get it through your head, loser, Judy and I are trying to rehearse a play and you keep poking that beak of yours in our business and it's gonna stop right now!"
Doug flinched from the pending hit he knew he was going to get, but then remembered Quailman and thought he would try to see things from Juditra's and Klotzilla's point of view and use it here. "Ummm..listen, Roger, I don't have any problems with the two of you rehearsing. It was wrong of me to intrude and keep annoying you like I did. Judy, I'm really sorry that I didn't listen to you. If I ruined your play in any way I hope you'll let me make it up to you somehow."
Judy quirked an eyebrow and Roger glanced over to her waiting to see what she was going to say. He didn't want to hit Doug without her approval. If he clobbered him and Judy was about to forgive her brother, Roger would never live it down let alone forgive himself and neither would Judy.
Judy just stared at her brother then took in a slow, deep breath while stepping closer to Roger. "Little brother, you over stepped your bounds this time. Not only did you insist upon spying on Roger and myself, but you barged into my room without so much of a knock. This is beyond forgiveness, Dougie! You wrecked more then just a rehersal, this was truly a masterpiece! I never saw anyone perform as well as Roger can and his talent shines like none I've seen before. That moment might not ever be captured again and first impressions are everything." Roger wrinkled up his nose and turned to look at Judy wondering what she meant by that. Judy suddenly felt her face redden in a blush and she balled her fists tightly at her side. "Roger, just do what you must before I do!" she cried.
Roger snickered wickedly and sneered at Doug, "My pleasure m'lady." He then yanked back his fist getting ready to punch Doug in the nose when he thought of something and pushed his prey backwards as hard as he could making him fall to the ground. "I can't have him wrecking my clothes. I mean, loser blood doesn't come out easily."
He snickered and Judy knew he was just joking around and she laughed softly as well, but Doug didn't see the humour in it. He was very scared because not only did he know that Roger could seriously hurt him, but Judy was also siding with the bully and that was just as dangerous.
Doug trembled slightly and then felt his fear come out into the open and he turned on the defense. "Oh yeah like you couldn't afford to buy more clothes! I'm surprised you even want to hang around Judy, I mean, she doesn't exactly fit your money grubbing attitude, but then again, maybe that's the only reason she offered you a part in the play. She probably needed funding and the only way to get it was through you!"
Judy narrowed her eyes, "Why you trifling RANK pantaloon! You will regret saying any of that you speckle shirted yellow dog!" Judy then lunged forward and smacked her brother hard across the face making him stumble backwards.
Roger winced from the strike, but smirked at the same time. A woman after my own heart, he thought to himself and tried to control the laugh he felt building after seeing the look of shock and hurt register on Doug's face. "Oh brother, what a loser!" he laughed.
Tears of pain and humiliation began to build in Doug's eyes and he held his cheek in hopes to stop the throbbing Judy's hand caused it. However, Roger's mocking and laughing began to stir unfamiliar feelings inside of Doug. He didn't care so much about Judy because she is his sister after all, but the constant ridicule from Roger was just something that was causing him to break. Not able to take it much longer, Doug charged forward and tackled Roger to the ground.
Roger was stunned beyond belief, but his mind cleared quickly and he grabbed the flailing arms of Doug and held them from his body. "Oh yeah, that was really smart Einstein!" Roger shoved Doug off and back first onto the ground while following with his own body. "You ticked off the wrong person, pal!"
He then stood taking Doug with him. "I held back long enough from creaming you, Funnie and this time you pushed my buttons just right." and with that Roger slammed his fist hard into Doug's jaw sending him staggering backwards, holding his head in pain. At first Roger was concerned with Judy's reaction, but when he glanced her way she was looking on with disinterest, but he could see the slight smirk on her face showing that she didn't mind what he was doing.
Getting that subtle bit of approval, Roger approached Doug and punched him in the jaw with his right fist and then followed with a sharp uppercut with his left fist, this time knocking Doug completely over.
Roger shook his hand from the stinging pain he felt from the hits then glanced down and noticed his shirt was dirty and his pants were torn. "Joeycookamonga! Look at what you did!" he cried and was about to pounce on the bleeding Doug when Judy snapped her fingers stopping him.
"Come, Roger, I think he's learned his lesson. Let's get out of here before the very sight of that annoying little mosquito makes me sicker then it already is." She shook her head with disgust at her brother and stomped off.
Roger looked down at Doug and snickered slightly. "Consider yourself saved by your sister, Funnie. If it were up to me you'd be part of the grass right now. Next time your hormones get in a rage where you gotta be a snoop, just go to Skeeter's house. I'm sure he's got some magazines you'd be interested in." He then spat on the ground near to where Doug lay and followed Judy's tracks leaving Doug to lay in pain over what he had done, his brain going over what it could and knowing that this was one hard learned lesson and he was truly lucky that it all stopped when it did.
Dear Journal,
I'm sorry I haven't wrote to you in a while, but I'm finally beginning to see straight, not to mention getting rid of that terrible headache, after the beating I got from Roger Klotz. You should remember him, he's the rich bully that goes to my school. Anyway, he and my sister Judy have been acting odd with each other, but when she asked him to be part of a play she wrote I couldn't believe it. The two of them were sharing laughs and having a good time in the backyard while they rehearsed, but I didn't believe that could be possible either so I decided to check on things myself. That's not a good thing to do with either of them because Roger's very mean and my sister is very moody. So, Journal, I got into trouble with them one time that day, but for some reason I couldn't quit and I ended up walking in on them doing something I probably shouldn't have seen, when I should have just stayed in my room minding my own business. I tried to hide, but Roger and Judy caught up with me and Roger pounded the tar out of me. Which brings me to now. Things are still strange between the two of them, but I don't want to know what's going on with them because my health and well being are a bit more important. The play went on like it was supposed to and I was actually well enough to go with my folks to see it. I never knew it, but Roger is a pretty darn good actor and I was actually impressed. I still don't see what the attraction is between Judy and Roger, but I learned my lesson and keep out of it. It bothers me to see them together, but as long as she's happy that's all that matters I suppose. So, Journal, I guess I learned that one should keep one's nose out of older sister's business not to mention any rich bully that just so happens to be in love with her. I danced on the wild side and now I paid the price, but no more. I learned my lesson and I hope things work out for the best with my sister. I mean, what could go wrong?
Doug Funnie
The End