hey, i'm back, new chapter here, i was nearly at the end of this chapter when something happened that made it difficult for me to concentrate, otherwise it would have been here sooner, but right now i have this new chapter for you,
enjoy...
The morning sun glared down on the Warner brother's lot, but it did nothing to lighten the solemn mood that hung in the air,
Police were mulling around everywhere taking photo's writing notes and questioning employee's, but everyone avoided a certain area by the base of the tower,
It had been cornered off by fencing and white sheets, an ambulance was parked nearby with men in white hazmat suits mulling around,
A light smoke drifted amongst everybody but it was mostly ignored.
Then a slit in a white sheet the men were using as an entrance/exit opened up.
Beside his box where an officer was questioning him Ralph looked over,
Scratch-n-sniff peered out of the window of his office,
Plotz stared out of the enormous window in his office getting a good view,
high up on the catwalk a toon in beige slacks watched in silence, he could make a quip but somehow it just didn't feel right,
they all watched in silence as an ambulance trolley was wheeled out of the fenced area and pushed over to the ambulance, what was on it was hidden away inside a large zipped up black bag,
But they all knew what it was.
No-one said a word as the trolley was loaded into the ambulance, then it drove away silently,
It had no reason to go fast.
Plotz turned back to look at the fenced off area his office was high up so he could see into it from above,
He grimaced as he looked down at the red stained ground, it was going to take a while for the studios to bounce back from this, he could only hope the press didn't go mad with the story.
Fat chance.
inside his office scratch-n-sniff returned to his desk, he pulled a book off the shelf behind him and opened it, he knew he would have a great deal of work to do after all this, he glanced at the water tower out of his window and frowned,
Just when it felt like they were making progress.
Up on the catwalk Yakko looked down at his feet, being right above the area he could see straight down into it if he wanted, but he didn't.
He had seen enough last night, after it had happened he had looked down to see the damage, he wished now he hadn't,
It hadn't been pretty.
But at least he hand seen how it had happened, he'd been sat on the roof with his siblings when it had happened and only saw the aftermath,
He wished he could say that for all the residence of the tower,
One had seen.
He looked back at the yellow wall of the tower; inside was a toon that wasn't his sibling but had seen, he couldn't possibly know what was going through her head.
He coughed suddenly, waving away the smoke mulling around him he looked behind the tower,
The wrecked and smouldering remains of a sound stage lay before him, singed bits of wood were still standing, whatever movie they had been making in there at the time would be put on hold for a while.
Amongst the wreckage he could see bits of red and black metal, and on a larger piece than the others he could see white painted skull and crossbones,
''Nice one Slappy'' he murmured with a smile,
The ambulance drove on its way through Burbank, as it did it passed the park.
inside the park Slappy sat in her tree watching the news on television, it was currently showing helicopter camera footage of around the lot but she didn't need to see that, she had seen much more through the screen on the her tracking system when it had happened originally,
Skippy would have done too if she hadn't been quick to cover his eyes.
She'd seen a lot of injuries in her time (mostly caused by her) but this had really been something different,
And something she hoped she wouldn't see again.
She wasn't sure if her missile had even been any real use, she guessed it must have distracted him so it must have been somewhat useful, he had let go after it.
Although when he did she had more or less expected him to either just make a crater in the ground or end up flat like most cartoons.
That's not what happened at all.
She flicked off the TV sighing and when to get some coffee, she poured a cup and took a sip, then promptly spat it out back into the cup which she emptied into the sink,
''Urgh, yesterdays coffee, that's just great'' she muttered chucking the rest down the drain.
Now she had to make more and wait for it to brew, and she hated waiting for coffee.
a bit later she leant on the counter drumming her fingers impatiently waiting for the pot to fill, she gone through 17 coffee makers because she got tired of waiting,
Some could say she had an addiction,
She would say it's none of there business and then something unpleasant would happen to them.
''Aunt Slappy?''
The grey squirrel was snapped out of her own little world and looked down to see her nephew stood by her feet,
''What's gonna happen now aunt Slappy?''
''Whadayer mean?''
''Well now that mean guys... well you know, what's going to happen now? Did anybody ever die in any cartoons you did?''
Slappy could safely say that no-one had, or in any Looney tune or and Warner cartoon at all, sure there were funny scenes like a character shooting himself or an explosion backfire and then you saw them sat on a cloud with a little harp next scene, but then next cartoon they'd be right back,
This wasn't like that at all.
He was dead and from what she had seen there was no way he was coming back ever, he wasn't a toon.
''Well I guess things'll just go back to the way they was before all this happened'' she said finally,
''But what about her?'' he asked,
They both knew fully well who he was talking about, but neither one knew the answer,
''I dunno kid what d'yer take me for, some sorta p-sychiatrist?''
''Don't you mean PSYchiatrist?''
Slappy groaned, ''Great now those warmers lingo is startin ta rub off on me''
Skippy rolled his eyes and made to leave out the kitchen, just as he was in the threshold though Slappy called his name and he turned back,
''things'll get better kid, trust me I've been around a long time an I've seen some things, it'll take some time but soon all this'll just be a memory, we'll be back blasting Walter into orbit in no time''
Skippy smiled, he did feel a little better, it was rare that his aunt tried to be comforting but when she did it worked.
But although he felt better he was still concerned about another certain toon,
A toon that they all knew would be more affected by this than they could ever imagine.
Brain batted at the side of his head, he had been doing so since he woke up and was getting frustrated, Pinky looked over from the food pellet he was gnawing on.
''Why are you hitting yourself Brain? Have you been acting naughty?''
''I'm sure I've still got some soot in my ear from that darn plane yesterday, I can certainly say we wont be seeing them going into mass production anytime soon''.
''Oh I don't know Brain, it did get us there''
Brain eyed him, ''have you forgotten the part where it blew up mid flight on us?''
''A little bit, although that might be from when all those policemen trampled us''
He looked back at a crook he had in his tail which he still hadn't managed to straighten out, ''those boots they had sure had thick soles!''
Brain did not need reminding of the thickness of the police forces boots,
Or the heaviness of them.
But while they had knocked both mice quite a bit bandy they didn't quite get rid of the memories from yesterday night, although they wished they did.
Both mice had quite some experience falling off high places (once or twice actually falling from orbit) but every time they had bounced back, sometimes literally.
But when they saw that man hit the ground...
Brain had stored all his plans that involved high places away for a while, Pinky wouldn't even go up the ladder of there cage.
Pinky twiddled his tail about half heartedly trying to fix the crook in it, ''soooo... now he's... gone...'' he said for lack of a better word, ''what happens now?''
''I don't know Pinky'' said Brain, ''its not for me to say, we're not the ones it has the impact on''
''I thought he was the one who had the impact when he hit the ground?''
Brain shuddered, ''that's not what I meant!''
He walked over to the door of the cage and unlocked it with his tail as he had become accustomed to doing and stepped out onto the counter, Pinky followed bringing his pellet with him, tripping over the bottom rim of the cage as he did so.
''Come now Pinky, we'll never get anywhere if we carry on dwelling on this, its best just to resume our normal activities''
''Alright Brain'' said Pinky following him through the assortment of beakers and machinery the scientists had just left out as per usual.
''So Brain, what are our normal activities then?''
''Same thing they are every night Pinky''
''Trying to take over the world?''
''No Pinky, try to ta-'' Brain double take'd at his tall friend, ''err, yes Pinky, how did you actually figure it this time?''
''I wrote it down Brain!'' he said showing his hand, on it Brain could just make out 'take over world' written in Pinky's scrawly handwriting,
''Yes well, very good then'' he said before resuming his walk, Pinky followed as they weaved amongst all the test tube racks filled with multicoloured liquids.
''So what's the plan tonight then Brain?''
''Tonight Pinky we shall... we shall... Err''
Brain then realised that they had been so pre-occupied with recent events that he hadn't actually had any time to think up of a plan to rule the world,
He had nothing.
''We err, we make plans for tomorrow night, and we shall finally, once and for all. TAKE OVER THE WORLD!'' he cried,
''Oh hurrah Brain!'' cheered Pinky and finished the rest of his pellet and chewed it happily, Brain looked over to him.
''Pinky you have some crumbs on your face''
Pinky jumped and quickly ran his hand round his face until he found the remainder of his food pellet and brushed it off, ''did I get it Brain?''
Brain gave his friend a low stare before turning and walking off, ''yes Pinky you got it''
He didn't bother telling Pinky he had ink blotches all over his face.
Back at the water tower the bedroom was enveloped in darkness, the reason why?
Wakko hadn't peeled the paint off the window yet.
But that pretty much summed up the mood of the room, there was only one occupant currently in there and she was in no position to go anywhere,
She had seen first hand when that man had hit the ground, she hadn't been pulled away in time and had seen all,
Something a 7 year old should never, ever see...
Ever.
now she lay on her single bed, she didn't even get under the blanket, she lay on top of it feeling the cool air from the metal walls on her fur and shivering, but not from the cold,
From the memory's that swam through her head and in front of her minds eye.
Suddenly the door creaked open slowly and another toon like her peered in, his hat brim getting stuck between the door and the frame,
What he saw was no different from when he checked an hour ago, or the hour before that or the hour before that.
he had been to afraid to let himself in but now after spending the entire day like this Wakko decided it was now or never,
For a few seconds he considered the 'never' option but ended up going with 'now' anyway.
He tiptoed over, the only sign that she knew he was there came from a small flickering of her ear, but that was it,
Eventually he stopped by her bed,
''...hey Lucy, it's been 8 hours, do you want to get up?''
Lucy remained motionless.
If it wasn't for that single twitch of her ear Wakko would have thought she had slipped back into a coma.
he had no idea what to say, this was a situation he had never been in before, he had only ever seen them when he was channel flicking and some soap opera came on,
He wished now he hadn't immediately changed channel on them now, he might have got an idea what to say to her.
''You want to watch Don Knotts?'' he tried,
And failed.
She didn't move at all.
She felt the mattress tilt slightly as Wakko sat on the other side of the bed, ''I'm sorry but... I don't know what to say''
He had good reason to not know as well, in all his years as a cartoon he had never dealt with death,
Well they sort of had in Sweden but that had been very different.
She felt his hand give her shoulder a squeeze and stay there, ''when you're ready we'll try and take your mind off it, I don't know how you must feel about this all but... We'll help you get through it,
he decided that he had better leave her alone, last time Dot was upset and he tried helping her he ended up seeing stars for a week,
Although that had cheered her up.
There was something else he wanted to talk about though, something her father had said before he fell,
Besides 'AARRGH!'.
''-NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO! IN OUR UNIVERSE OR THIS ONE!-''
What had that meant? He had an idea that kept circling round his head and coming up every so often but he kept dismissing it, it was silly.
he gave her shoulder another squeeze and let go as he made his way to the door, he gave another look back at her as he stepped over the thresh-hold before closing the door,
Lucy was alone with her thoughts,
Her father was dead; she had seen that for herself.
But how was she meant to feel about that?
He had been a truly awful man, he had beat her, cut her, on some occasions burnt her, in fact she didn't have one memory of him ever being a good dad,
But then that was it, he was her dad; it was her dad that had died.
As far as she had known he had been her only relative, she had never seen nor heard of any other family,
She hadn't even been aware she had once had a mother until it had been shouted by her father.
And more so, he was the only one back from where she was, the only other one of her kind,
Even with the Warner's all around her she never felt so alone,
But the one final thing that made her feel worse than anything else wasn't anything that he had done, or anything that had happened because of him,
It was something she had done.
The moment replayed again and again her mind, that one kick different from the rest, that one kick that had finally got him off her leg,
But did so much more than she ever wanted it to,
all she could remember seeing was herself kicking him hard, him letting go, and then him sliding off the roof, she had gone to the edge to see him,
And saw so much more than she ever wished she did,
She couldn't forget it; it was so vivid in her mind.
Lucy curled tighter into her ball as fresh tears dampened the part of the blanket her head lay on,
That one kick while he had been distracted, that one ounce of force that proved too much, it flashed before her eyes again and again and it repeatedly told her the same thing,
And the worst thing was she believed it, anyone would tell her it wasn't true but right now she fully believed what it told her, and what it told her was this.
Her father had been killed,
And it was all her fault.
we all know it wasnt, but if you was in or have ever been in lucys position you would/will know what she's going through, and even if he was horrible, this would be a blow to you, plus with all the trans-dimensional stuff going on as well that makes it even worse,
there close to finding out her secret...
now, you may be wondering why this was hard to finish, well i will tell you.
Rik Mayall has died, June 9th 2014, there is no easy way I can say that, the world has lost one of the greatest living comedians ever known and I lost one of my greatest inspirations, this world may never be the same again for lack of his insane presence.
For years I have grown up with his works, there is not a single piece of work he has done that I have not loved immensely and split my sides laughing at. 'The Young Ones', 'Bottom', 'Filthy Rich and Catflap' and 'Drop Dead Fred' are some of the greatest things I have seen and its all because of him, he is one of the most (if not 'THE MOST') hilarious actors I have ever seen and I don't think anyone will ever get over the loss of one of England's most well known face's. I don't care if you enjoyed his work or not but I hope you have some small amount of respect anyway for the contribution he made to comedy across the globe.
so this chapters dedicated to Rik Mayall and so will my next BP chapter as well,
R.I.P: Rik Mayall, AMEN you brilliantly psychotic b#stard :)
i'm sorry to end this on a sadder note as usual seeing as this is a real event and not a story, but as usuall...
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