Tommy VS The Bully
Author's Note: HIYA! I'm back :). Ok, so ya guys like Phil's Movin' Out, right? Because you guys like my first Rugrats Fic, I made another one! So sit back relax your eyeballs and get ready to read another adventure about those babies turned into preteens.
Oh and this is going to be in strip and this time their is going to be a narrator- it's me :), or it could be some guy, or girl or your parents, whoever.
Man, I hope this fic doesn't suck.
Narrator: We come to this story during lunchtime in the neighborhood's local Junior High School. All the students were having their usual lunch-
Girl with pink bow opens lunch bag and reveals continents
Girl with pink bow (pleased): Wow! I have tuna today.
Narrator: Some had a tuna fish sandwich.
Nerdy kid w/ thick black glasses opens brown paper bag and pulled out his lunch,
Nerdy kid w/ thick black glasses:(surprised): Cool. Dad gave me peanut butter *with* sprinkles on top! My favorite!
Narrator: Some had an odd combination sandwich...and some...uhh.
Boy with short black hair, wearing a white tank top and acid washed jeans tares his plastic bag and frowned.
Boy with short black hair (shocked): What the?!
Boy with short black hair lifted the continents that was in the bag and raised his eyebrow.
Boy with short black hair: (baffled): Shaving cream and a *bag* of Tootsie rolls!?
Narrator: That was wired...Anyway; we come to our baby hero's that turn into preteen heroes.
:: Heroic music starts to play::
Kimmi walks out of the line and looked around heroically, holding her lunch tray.
Narrator: The "high hopes" girl of the group, Kimmi Finster.
Kimi sniffed her lunch food and smiles warmheartedly.
Kimi (cheery): Ahh... Tapioca pudding tastes the best.
Kimi walks away towards her seat.
Narrator: The " Smart alec" younger brother, Dill Pickles.
Dill walks with his lunch tray spattered with spaghetti puzzled.
Dill (bewildered): Every time I ask the lunch lady...it never fails.
Dill shrugs his shoulders and walks away towards his usual seat
Narrator: The " Prodigy child" of the family, Chucky Finster.
Chucky also walks out of the line holding his lunch tray.
Chucky: I wonder what's the salt content of the pizza today?
Chucky also walks away.
Narrator: The " Wise guy" and the " Tomgirl" Phil and Lil Deville, the-
Phil and Lil are arguing as they walk out the cafeteria line.
Phil (argumentative): I'm telling ya Lillian! Cat food IS in the cafeteria meat.
Lil: (defensive): No it's no Phillip its dog food in the cafeteria.
Phil: CAT FOOD!
Lil: DOG FOOD!
All the Rugrats left to walk towards their table leaving the last one behind.
Narrator (dissatisfied): Most " bizarre" kids in school.
Narrator...umm... Lastly the " Hero" of the group, our main protagonist, the reason why this show was made for, this particular kid-
Tommy jogs out of the line with his lunch tray.
Tommy (breathing): Hey guys! Wait for me.
Tommy runs after his friends
Narrator: Tommy Pickles. The leader of the Rugrats.
Rugrats group walking side-by-side, Kimi, Dill, Chucky, Tommy and Phil & Lil. Side by side holding their trays.
Narrator (happy): Ah, their goes the Rugrats, friends since they were baby's and friends since they entered preschool. These kids walk together, eat together, play videogames together, and-
Boy with short black hair slam the Can o' Shaving cream on the table.
Boy with short black hair (angry): I can't believe Mom got *Can O' Cheese* and *Can O' Shaving Cream* mixed up again! This *bites*!
Boy heavily throw Can O' Shaving Cream in the garbage but missed. It landed right on the pathway where the Rugrats were walking and break. The can started to seep its white substance all over the floor. Tommy was the first to step on it.
Tommy (realizing he's going to slip): Oh no!
:: noise of record player needle scratching against the " heroic music" record ::
Tommy's body flies up in the air, along with his lunch tray. Kimi, Dill, Chucky, Phil, and Lil are realizing too that they are about to fall. Finally, they all collapse with their lunch trays falling on top of them.
All the kids in the cafeteria laughed at the Rugrats mishap.
Popular eighth grade boy who was closer to Tommy, points directly at his eyes and laughed.
Popular eighth grade boy (laughing): Pickles how *geeky* could you and your loser friends could *get*!?
The whole table where the popular eighth grade boy sat at (which is where all the eight graders sat at: first six tables near the cafeteria line) started to laugh hysterically.
Tommy and the rest raised up slowly helping each other up.
Chucky (embarrassed and whispering): Tommy what should we do? This is so embarrassing. I think I'm going to go into shock.
Tommy picked up his tray and some of the food that was edible and signaled his friends.
Tommy: C'mon guys. Let's just go to our table and lay low for the whole day.
The group goes to their usual table. Instead of the usual empty seats, the cheerleading squad was eating lunch.
Abigail (the squad's leader) was applying her lipstick. She moved her eyeballs towards Lil and Kimi w/ disgust.
Abigail (trying not to notice Kimi or Lil for her own behalf): Huh? Oh it's you girls.
Kimi (nicely but kind of hesitant): Hi Abby, um- you're kinda sitting in my seat and- umm- I know theirs a *very very* small seating problem in the school- but could you please
Lil (continuing for Kimi bluntly): Your * whole* mob squad is sittin' in our table *Abby*, so howabout moving your whole group outta here and get another one, that's *far far* away. That way we could both be happy.
Abigail (yawns, sounds like she's in a business meeting): I don't know if you know this *Lily* -
Lil narrowed her eyes at Abigail but the squad needs this table * way more* then you and your " groupies"
Other cheerleaders laughed lightly along with Abigail
Phil (defensive, even if it is Phil): Hey Abigail!
Abigail (disgusted): What do you want Deville?
Phil: If Lil or Kimi can't sit with you and we can't sit with you-
Phil sat on top of the table laid across it. He grabbed one of the large celery branches off Abigail's tray and placed it across his mouth like a rose. Phil fluttered his eyes lovingly at Abigail. Abigail was shocked.
Phil: Then can I lay on the table with you? I rarely eat. I hardly speak 'cause I don't have a large vocabulary.
The other cheerleaders started to shriek and move their plats so not to touch Phil's body.
Abigail (mad): * DeLoser* (She pronounced it like Deville) get off my table! *NOW*!
Phil jumped off laughing to himself. His friends laughed along with him.
Abigail pointed towards an old wooden brown circular table that was in the far other end of the cafeteria.
Abigail: Look over their losers, theirs another table across the cafeteria, far far away from me. Go over there and have a good life or whatever you people do in your spare time-
Abigail (looking at Phil with disgust): And, like, don't ever try to talk to me again during of after school. I have a reputation to keep up and I don't need the likes of *you* to be around me .
Abigail looks directly at Lil and Kimi
Abigail: Because I don't have time to talk to * little babies* and *little girls*.
Narrator (saddened): Oh no, the circular table. It's the icon of where all the geeks, nerds, spaz, and freaks sat at throughout all the years in the Jr. High school. As the Rugrats rest themselves onto the wobbly wooden chairs they had a lot of complaints.
Lil keeps wobbling in her seat.
Lil (angry): I can't *believe* Abby sent us to this table!
Tommy: And I thought *Angelica* was worse then I thought.
Phil keeps pulling the dried bubblegum that was underneath the table.
Phil (entertained): Well at least we have some gum to keep us hungry and entertained for the rest of the school year.
Chucky tries to finish his homework on the table but it keeps wobbling.
Chucky (upset): Why does the table have to shake all the time.
Narrator: Thinking on how to solve the problem, Tommy took out his math book from his book bag and placed it underneath the stool, and it stopped the table from wobbling.
Tommy (relived): Well there goes one problem that's fixed.
Kimi (distressed but hiding it): I can't believe Abby just told us off like that.
Chucky is trying to clean his glasses with his shirt, on account that they are soiled from the fall.
Chucky: What if we can't get our usual table back no more Tommy? What if we have to sit in this table for the rest of our years in this school.
Kimi (passive): Don't worry Chucky, is probably only one day she's going to sit there. I hope.
Tommy rises from his seat and grabbed his lunch tray walking towards the trashcans.
Tommy (not realizing where he walking towards): I don't know why all this is happening to us-
Dill (notice where he was walking towards): Uhh...Tommy?
Tommy (still not realizing where he's walking towards): I mean, once we were normal kids, we played with Abby and even that kid who was laughing at me-
Dill (trying to warn Tommy): Tommy? Are you listening to me?
Tommy (still not realizing where he's walking towards): I mean, I think this day is like some vast dimension where some sick fan-fiction writer's dream to put me and my friends through this popularity crisis and-
Dill (yelling): Tommy! Look out!
Narrator: As Dill was trying to warn his older brother, and failing at it, Tommy collided into another person and fell down. Tommy was looking for the laughter of all the kids in the cafeteria but instead of laughter there was a gasp of shock and then a eerie quietness. Tommy quickie open his eyes and remove the spaghetti from his eyes and notice a very large boy who was wearing a black leather jacket and black hair.
Boy with black leather jacket: HEY KID!
Tommy (tiny): M-m-me?
Big kid with black leather coat: Are you insane?! Did you not know that you bumped into Mark *The* Horrible!
Tommy (scared but being brave): Umm... I'm sorry Mark The Horrible. I wasn't realizing where I was going and-
Mark The Horrible grab Tommy shirt collar and lifted him up to meet him face to face.
Mark The Horrible (angry): You have upset Mark The Horrible! You stained Mark The Horrible favorite jacket. You will fight!
Tommy: Uhh. Mark, I can't really *fight* people, my p-parents told me that I should resolve my conflicts by talking it out rather then physical violence-
Mark The Horrible let's go of Tommy' s collar and pushed him away.
Mark The Horrible (growled): You *WILL* fight Mark The Horrible on Friday after school, in the Park! If you don't I will *pound* you everyday, after school until we graduate High school. Clear!
Tommy swallowed and smiled apologetically
Tommy (nervous): Crystal.
Mark The Horrible walks away towards the main exit.
Tommy drops his tray like a ghost and walked back to his seat like a ghost. He slumped in his chair and covered his face with his hands.
Tommy (distressed): Chucky?
Chucky (consoling): Yeah Tommy.
Tommy: How long do I go to live before Friday comes?
Chucky pulled out his calculator and push some buttons
Chucky: Umm...Tommy you have three days, seventy-two hours, four thousand- three hundred and twenty minutes, and two hundred and fifty-nine thousand and two hundred seconds until you fight Mark the Horrible.
Tommy (distressed): Oh boy...
Kimi (trying to be positive): Well, at least your lucky, it's not everyday.
Tommy (more distressed): Ugh...
Phil got out of his seat and patted Tommy's back
Phil: Tommy?
Tommy: Yeah Phil?
Phil: If you ever need any help from me to be along your side-
Tommy (spirits rising): Yeah?
Phil: Then ask Lil...
Lil (growling): Phillip...
Phil: Hey! I was just tellin' him....
Narrator: Oh no Tommy's going to go in a fight, what will he and our friends do... What for chapter two in this epic story of proportions...in other words-
You have to wait for chapter two to see what's going to happen.
Author's Note: HIYA! I'm back :). Ok, so ya guys like Phil's Movin' Out, right? Because you guys like my first Rugrats Fic, I made another one! So sit back relax your eyeballs and get ready to read another adventure about those babies turned into preteens.
Oh and this is going to be in strip and this time their is going to be a narrator- it's me :), or it could be some guy, or girl or your parents, whoever.
Man, I hope this fic doesn't suck.
Narrator: We come to this story during lunchtime in the neighborhood's local Junior High School. All the students were having their usual lunch-
Girl with pink bow opens lunch bag and reveals continents
Girl with pink bow (pleased): Wow! I have tuna today.
Narrator: Some had a tuna fish sandwich.
Nerdy kid w/ thick black glasses opens brown paper bag and pulled out his lunch,
Nerdy kid w/ thick black glasses:(surprised): Cool. Dad gave me peanut butter *with* sprinkles on top! My favorite!
Narrator: Some had an odd combination sandwich...and some...uhh.
Boy with short black hair, wearing a white tank top and acid washed jeans tares his plastic bag and frowned.
Boy with short black hair (shocked): What the?!
Boy with short black hair lifted the continents that was in the bag and raised his eyebrow.
Boy with short black hair: (baffled): Shaving cream and a *bag* of Tootsie rolls!?
Narrator: That was wired...Anyway; we come to our baby hero's that turn into preteen heroes.
:: Heroic music starts to play::
Kimmi walks out of the line and looked around heroically, holding her lunch tray.
Narrator: The "high hopes" girl of the group, Kimmi Finster.
Kimi sniffed her lunch food and smiles warmheartedly.
Kimi (cheery): Ahh... Tapioca pudding tastes the best.
Kimi walks away towards her seat.
Narrator: The " Smart alec" younger brother, Dill Pickles.
Dill walks with his lunch tray spattered with spaghetti puzzled.
Dill (bewildered): Every time I ask the lunch lady...it never fails.
Dill shrugs his shoulders and walks away towards his usual seat
Narrator: The " Prodigy child" of the family, Chucky Finster.
Chucky also walks out of the line holding his lunch tray.
Chucky: I wonder what's the salt content of the pizza today?
Chucky also walks away.
Narrator: The " Wise guy" and the " Tomgirl" Phil and Lil Deville, the-
Phil and Lil are arguing as they walk out the cafeteria line.
Phil (argumentative): I'm telling ya Lillian! Cat food IS in the cafeteria meat.
Lil: (defensive): No it's no Phillip its dog food in the cafeteria.
Phil: CAT FOOD!
Lil: DOG FOOD!
All the Rugrats left to walk towards their table leaving the last one behind.
Narrator (dissatisfied): Most " bizarre" kids in school.
Narrator...umm... Lastly the " Hero" of the group, our main protagonist, the reason why this show was made for, this particular kid-
Tommy jogs out of the line with his lunch tray.
Tommy (breathing): Hey guys! Wait for me.
Tommy runs after his friends
Narrator: Tommy Pickles. The leader of the Rugrats.
Rugrats group walking side-by-side, Kimi, Dill, Chucky, Tommy and Phil & Lil. Side by side holding their trays.
Narrator (happy): Ah, their goes the Rugrats, friends since they were baby's and friends since they entered preschool. These kids walk together, eat together, play videogames together, and-
Boy with short black hair slam the Can o' Shaving cream on the table.
Boy with short black hair (angry): I can't believe Mom got *Can O' Cheese* and *Can O' Shaving Cream* mixed up again! This *bites*!
Boy heavily throw Can O' Shaving Cream in the garbage but missed. It landed right on the pathway where the Rugrats were walking and break. The can started to seep its white substance all over the floor. Tommy was the first to step on it.
Tommy (realizing he's going to slip): Oh no!
:: noise of record player needle scratching against the " heroic music" record ::
Tommy's body flies up in the air, along with his lunch tray. Kimi, Dill, Chucky, Phil, and Lil are realizing too that they are about to fall. Finally, they all collapse with their lunch trays falling on top of them.
All the kids in the cafeteria laughed at the Rugrats mishap.
Popular eighth grade boy who was closer to Tommy, points directly at his eyes and laughed.
Popular eighth grade boy (laughing): Pickles how *geeky* could you and your loser friends could *get*!?
The whole table where the popular eighth grade boy sat at (which is where all the eight graders sat at: first six tables near the cafeteria line) started to laugh hysterically.
Tommy and the rest raised up slowly helping each other up.
Chucky (embarrassed and whispering): Tommy what should we do? This is so embarrassing. I think I'm going to go into shock.
Tommy picked up his tray and some of the food that was edible and signaled his friends.
Tommy: C'mon guys. Let's just go to our table and lay low for the whole day.
The group goes to their usual table. Instead of the usual empty seats, the cheerleading squad was eating lunch.
Abigail (the squad's leader) was applying her lipstick. She moved her eyeballs towards Lil and Kimi w/ disgust.
Abigail (trying not to notice Kimi or Lil for her own behalf): Huh? Oh it's you girls.
Kimi (nicely but kind of hesitant): Hi Abby, um- you're kinda sitting in my seat and- umm- I know theirs a *very very* small seating problem in the school- but could you please
Lil (continuing for Kimi bluntly): Your * whole* mob squad is sittin' in our table *Abby*, so howabout moving your whole group outta here and get another one, that's *far far* away. That way we could both be happy.
Abigail (yawns, sounds like she's in a business meeting): I don't know if you know this *Lily* -
Lil narrowed her eyes at Abigail but the squad needs this table * way more* then you and your " groupies"
Other cheerleaders laughed lightly along with Abigail
Phil (defensive, even if it is Phil): Hey Abigail!
Abigail (disgusted): What do you want Deville?
Phil: If Lil or Kimi can't sit with you and we can't sit with you-
Phil sat on top of the table laid across it. He grabbed one of the large celery branches off Abigail's tray and placed it across his mouth like a rose. Phil fluttered his eyes lovingly at Abigail. Abigail was shocked.
Phil: Then can I lay on the table with you? I rarely eat. I hardly speak 'cause I don't have a large vocabulary.
The other cheerleaders started to shriek and move their plats so not to touch Phil's body.
Abigail (mad): * DeLoser* (She pronounced it like Deville) get off my table! *NOW*!
Phil jumped off laughing to himself. His friends laughed along with him.
Abigail pointed towards an old wooden brown circular table that was in the far other end of the cafeteria.
Abigail: Look over their losers, theirs another table across the cafeteria, far far away from me. Go over there and have a good life or whatever you people do in your spare time-
Abigail (looking at Phil with disgust): And, like, don't ever try to talk to me again during of after school. I have a reputation to keep up and I don't need the likes of *you* to be around me .
Abigail looks directly at Lil and Kimi
Abigail: Because I don't have time to talk to * little babies* and *little girls*.
Narrator (saddened): Oh no, the circular table. It's the icon of where all the geeks, nerds, spaz, and freaks sat at throughout all the years in the Jr. High school. As the Rugrats rest themselves onto the wobbly wooden chairs they had a lot of complaints.
Lil keeps wobbling in her seat.
Lil (angry): I can't *believe* Abby sent us to this table!
Tommy: And I thought *Angelica* was worse then I thought.
Phil keeps pulling the dried bubblegum that was underneath the table.
Phil (entertained): Well at least we have some gum to keep us hungry and entertained for the rest of the school year.
Chucky tries to finish his homework on the table but it keeps wobbling.
Chucky (upset): Why does the table have to shake all the time.
Narrator: Thinking on how to solve the problem, Tommy took out his math book from his book bag and placed it underneath the stool, and it stopped the table from wobbling.
Tommy (relived): Well there goes one problem that's fixed.
Kimi (distressed but hiding it): I can't believe Abby just told us off like that.
Chucky is trying to clean his glasses with his shirt, on account that they are soiled from the fall.
Chucky: What if we can't get our usual table back no more Tommy? What if we have to sit in this table for the rest of our years in this school.
Kimi (passive): Don't worry Chucky, is probably only one day she's going to sit there. I hope.
Tommy rises from his seat and grabbed his lunch tray walking towards the trashcans.
Tommy (not realizing where he walking towards): I don't know why all this is happening to us-
Dill (notice where he was walking towards): Uhh...Tommy?
Tommy (still not realizing where he's walking towards): I mean, once we were normal kids, we played with Abby and even that kid who was laughing at me-
Dill (trying to warn Tommy): Tommy? Are you listening to me?
Tommy (still not realizing where he's walking towards): I mean, I think this day is like some vast dimension where some sick fan-fiction writer's dream to put me and my friends through this popularity crisis and-
Dill (yelling): Tommy! Look out!
Narrator: As Dill was trying to warn his older brother, and failing at it, Tommy collided into another person and fell down. Tommy was looking for the laughter of all the kids in the cafeteria but instead of laughter there was a gasp of shock and then a eerie quietness. Tommy quickie open his eyes and remove the spaghetti from his eyes and notice a very large boy who was wearing a black leather jacket and black hair.
Boy with black leather jacket: HEY KID!
Tommy (tiny): M-m-me?
Big kid with black leather coat: Are you insane?! Did you not know that you bumped into Mark *The* Horrible!
Tommy (scared but being brave): Umm... I'm sorry Mark The Horrible. I wasn't realizing where I was going and-
Mark The Horrible grab Tommy shirt collar and lifted him up to meet him face to face.
Mark The Horrible (angry): You have upset Mark The Horrible! You stained Mark The Horrible favorite jacket. You will fight!
Tommy: Uhh. Mark, I can't really *fight* people, my p-parents told me that I should resolve my conflicts by talking it out rather then physical violence-
Mark The Horrible let's go of Tommy' s collar and pushed him away.
Mark The Horrible (growled): You *WILL* fight Mark The Horrible on Friday after school, in the Park! If you don't I will *pound* you everyday, after school until we graduate High school. Clear!
Tommy swallowed and smiled apologetically
Tommy (nervous): Crystal.
Mark The Horrible walks away towards the main exit.
Tommy drops his tray like a ghost and walked back to his seat like a ghost. He slumped in his chair and covered his face with his hands.
Tommy (distressed): Chucky?
Chucky (consoling): Yeah Tommy.
Tommy: How long do I go to live before Friday comes?
Chucky pulled out his calculator and push some buttons
Chucky: Umm...Tommy you have three days, seventy-two hours, four thousand- three hundred and twenty minutes, and two hundred and fifty-nine thousand and two hundred seconds until you fight Mark the Horrible.
Tommy (distressed): Oh boy...
Kimi (trying to be positive): Well, at least your lucky, it's not everyday.
Tommy (more distressed): Ugh...
Phil got out of his seat and patted Tommy's back
Phil: Tommy?
Tommy: Yeah Phil?
Phil: If you ever need any help from me to be along your side-
Tommy (spirits rising): Yeah?
Phil: Then ask Lil...
Lil (growling): Phillip...
Phil: Hey! I was just tellin' him....
Narrator: Oh no Tommy's going to go in a fight, what will he and our friends do... What for chapter two in this epic story of proportions...in other words-
You have to wait for chapter two to see what's going to happen.