Hey, once again, thanks for the reviews, and once again once again (that is
not a typo, I mean to put that twice *shrugs*), thanks to Katrina Mama -
for the wonderful ideas. Half of this fic is inspiration from your
ideas!! Wow, hope everyone likes this. Let me know.
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After two hours, Knives had deemed it safe to enter into the containment cell, and Wolfwood and Midvalley, bickering and pushing, elbowed their way in and over to the wall, which Legato was sitting propped up against like a broken doll, eyes dull and glazed as he murmured a little song and chuckled every now and then.
"We welcome you to hot dog land....hot dog land..."
"Look, he obviously licked it off," argued Wolfwood, pointing to a hot dog on the wall paper, worn half away.
"No way," objected Midvalley, smacking away his hand. "He had to lick the WHOLE thing off!"
Knives scowled at their nonsensical argument. "Didn't you guys make the opposite bets? Wolfwood, you're the one who said he couldn't do it, and Midvalley, you said he could." He paused, making another attempt to bring Legato to his feet but only having him topple down again. "Ugh...this is the last time I get minions off the Internet."
Midvalley and Wolfwood exchanged surprised glances.
"Ha! He licked it off - you said so yourself!"
"I was lyin'! It has to be completely gone - which it is not!"
Knives, ignoring them, knelt down and placed his hands on Legato's shoulders to keep him standing, hoping that he would finally find some sort of balance and not fall to the floor in a trembling, drooling heap for the millionth time. "Alright, Legato," he said scoldingly. "Hope you've learned your lesson."
Legato drew away incredulously, eyeing Knives with an air of superiority. "How dare you speak that way to the king of hot dogs!"
Midvalley and Wolfwood, having had been grappling on the floor, stopped in surprise and gawked at the now insane servant.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" exclaimed Knives, shocked at the disobedience. "I am your master!"
"The hot dog king listens to no man!" And he pulled off his glove, smacking the said man across the face with it. With an arrogant sniff, he then turned and walked stiffly away.
Knives' eyes watered at the pain coursing through his cheek. Terrified and in a great deal of confusion, he dropped to his knees, holding his face, and looked after Legato, screaming, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! DID YOU REALLY JUST SMACK ME?!?! AUGH!!! THE PAIN!! THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN IN MY FACE!! DID YOU REALLY JUST SMACK ME?!?!?!
"Yep," answered Legato, and strode out of the room.
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That was the beginning mark of the Hot Dog Wars, as Midvalley dubbed them. Of course the gun-ho guns took great pleasure in watching these events, but never get involved, save Wolfwood, who recorded everything, and Midvalley, who provided the snacks. Then there was Dominique, who, donning a short, red dress lined with fur, fox ears and tail added as accessories, sang and danced during intermissions under the name 'Foxy'.
Legato and Knives went back and forth endlessly for days, Knives bunkering down in his room and Legato living in the restaurant, his crown made of tin foil and his scepter a table leg. Hysterically, he fought off anyone who tried to enter in for food, and whenever Knives stepped within ten yards of the perimeter, he hurled cans of peaches at him. Perhaps the containment room had not been as perfect as Knives had first believed it to be...
And then there came the breakthrough.
Everyone watched in amazement as Knives marched down the hall, a wrapped parcel under his arm and a steel helmet snuggled protectively on his head. They whispered about his boldness, and sadly lamented that they were going to miss him - well, not really, but they at least said they'd pretend to miss him.
Legato had erected his own throne by setting a chair on a table and adorning it with foil, colored plastic wrap, and hot dogs, and he was seated comfortably in it when Knives jumped in, and, prepared for what was to come, dove behind an overturned table, which was soon pelted by cans of tomato soup.
"And I've got peaches," Legato warned in a threatening tone, "with HEAVY syrup!"
Knives drew in a deep breath, hoping his secret weapon would be successful. Hands trembling, he untied the package, thrust it in the air, and waved it. Well, all was silent, and nothing potentially dangerous was hurtling his way. Cautiously, he peeked at Legato.
The lanky, blue-haired man was staring whimsically at him, bestowing a loving gaze upon the object he held. Leaping down lightly, he skipped across the room and into threw his arms around Knives' shoulders, eyes teary and voice abnormally high-pitched as he squealed, "OH KNIVES!!! I didn't think you caaaaaared!"
Knives squirmed away and jumped back, pointing at Knives and laughing coarsely. "HAHA!! You fool! I am not here to return this -" He shook the blue teddy bear, his hand gripping its neck " - I came here to torture you with it!"
Legato sunk to the floor in despair, wailing, "MR. PEPPERS!!!!"
Knives smiled evilly, then broke into more insane laughter. "YES!! Bow before your master, little hot dog king! You are nothing before me! Bow! BOW!!!"
But Legato looked up, a spiteful gleam in his eyes. "NEVER!" he cried, and shot up before anyone could stop him, snatching away Mr. Peppers and turning to flee back to his throne. Once there, he tugged on a rope and Knives soon found himself being assaulted by a blizzard of hot dogs, and as he stumbled blindly toward Legato, he could hear maniacal laughter. It fueled him, pushing him on long enough to make it to the throne, where he and Legato tumbled to the ground, wrestling for the possession of the teddy bear. In the end, it was Knives who won out, and before Legato could stop him, he rushed to the stove, turned up the heat so that a flame of raging fire burst forth, and dangled Mr. Peppers precariously after it. "Say goodbye to MR. PEPPERS!"
Legato reached out to stop the inevitable, but could only watch with widened eyes as the stuffed animal fell slowly through the air, gobbled up greedily by the fire. He cried out, clutching at his heart, and then as sure as Knives had shot him, crumpled to the ground. "I'm dying," he moaned, writhing on the floor. "You just ripped out my heart!!"
Knives walked slowly over to the former hot dog king, kneeling down beside him. "Legato...?" He arched an eyebrow quizzically.
Legato moaned pitifully, grasping at Knives' hand. "I can't...breathe," he gasped pathetically. "If only...Mr. Peppers were here..."
"OH MY GOODNESS!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" Knives gaped at Legato in sheer horror. "Legato! I'm sorry!"
Legato's head rolled to the side, eyes drifting shut.
Bowing over him, sick about what he had done and already missing his loyal servant terribly, Knives closed his eyes tightly and screamed, "LEGATO!!!!!"
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"So...how's he doing?" Knives had come to Legato's bedside bearing gifts, and Dominique, his nurse, frowned and shrugged.
"Not so good. Keeps muttering about some dog staring at him and Mr. Peppers and cow tipping." She laid a sympathetic hand on Knives' shoulder. "I think we're just about to lose him."
Knives dropped his head regretfully.
"Why don't you go in and see him?" Dominique swung the door open and stepped aside, motioning for Knives to go on ahead.
Knives trudged into Legato's bedroom, shivering at the eerie feeling he got from all the pictures and advertisements of food pasted onto the walls. "Legato?" he whispered sweetly, sidling up to the bed, where Legato lay, tucked under the covers, looking very pale and coughing weakly. "Can you hear me? I'm sorry I roasted Mr. Peppers... I brought you a present to make up for it."
"Too late..." rasped Legato, throwing an arm across his eyes. "I'm slipping away..."
"Look," coaxed Knives, ripping the paper off the present to reveal a purple teddy bear, almost identical to Mr. Peppers save the color. "His name is Mr. Snacky..."
Legato cracked open his eyes to take in the item being presented to him and leapt ecstatically out of bed, hopping up and down with a bout of squeals as he grabbed the bear. "OOH!!! Thankee Knives! Everything is all BRIGHT AND SHINY AGAIN!! And now the little piggies can come back to my window and the drug store down the street will restock on pixie sticks and the trees will go baaa like sheep!!" He hugged the teddy tighter. "Oh, Mr. Snacky, let's go find that dog of mind!" And he skittered out of the room.
Knives, a startled expression on his face, was instantly off, pursuing Legato. "Hey! You don't have a dog!"
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I didn't even mean to write more than the first chapter of this story, so I don't know if I'll write another. I'm the sort of person who needs a nudge to get started, some inspiration. All you hafta do is ask and I'll write another *wink wink* If anyone has anything to say, let me know!!
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After two hours, Knives had deemed it safe to enter into the containment cell, and Wolfwood and Midvalley, bickering and pushing, elbowed their way in and over to the wall, which Legato was sitting propped up against like a broken doll, eyes dull and glazed as he murmured a little song and chuckled every now and then.
"We welcome you to hot dog land....hot dog land..."
"Look, he obviously licked it off," argued Wolfwood, pointing to a hot dog on the wall paper, worn half away.
"No way," objected Midvalley, smacking away his hand. "He had to lick the WHOLE thing off!"
Knives scowled at their nonsensical argument. "Didn't you guys make the opposite bets? Wolfwood, you're the one who said he couldn't do it, and Midvalley, you said he could." He paused, making another attempt to bring Legato to his feet but only having him topple down again. "Ugh...this is the last time I get minions off the Internet."
Midvalley and Wolfwood exchanged surprised glances.
"Ha! He licked it off - you said so yourself!"
"I was lyin'! It has to be completely gone - which it is not!"
Knives, ignoring them, knelt down and placed his hands on Legato's shoulders to keep him standing, hoping that he would finally find some sort of balance and not fall to the floor in a trembling, drooling heap for the millionth time. "Alright, Legato," he said scoldingly. "Hope you've learned your lesson."
Legato drew away incredulously, eyeing Knives with an air of superiority. "How dare you speak that way to the king of hot dogs!"
Midvalley and Wolfwood, having had been grappling on the floor, stopped in surprise and gawked at the now insane servant.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" exclaimed Knives, shocked at the disobedience. "I am your master!"
"The hot dog king listens to no man!" And he pulled off his glove, smacking the said man across the face with it. With an arrogant sniff, he then turned and walked stiffly away.
Knives' eyes watered at the pain coursing through his cheek. Terrified and in a great deal of confusion, he dropped to his knees, holding his face, and looked after Legato, screaming, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! DID YOU REALLY JUST SMACK ME?!?! AUGH!!! THE PAIN!! THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN IN MY FACE!! DID YOU REALLY JUST SMACK ME?!?!?!
"Yep," answered Legato, and strode out of the room.
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That was the beginning mark of the Hot Dog Wars, as Midvalley dubbed them. Of course the gun-ho guns took great pleasure in watching these events, but never get involved, save Wolfwood, who recorded everything, and Midvalley, who provided the snacks. Then there was Dominique, who, donning a short, red dress lined with fur, fox ears and tail added as accessories, sang and danced during intermissions under the name 'Foxy'.
Legato and Knives went back and forth endlessly for days, Knives bunkering down in his room and Legato living in the restaurant, his crown made of tin foil and his scepter a table leg. Hysterically, he fought off anyone who tried to enter in for food, and whenever Knives stepped within ten yards of the perimeter, he hurled cans of peaches at him. Perhaps the containment room had not been as perfect as Knives had first believed it to be...
And then there came the breakthrough.
Everyone watched in amazement as Knives marched down the hall, a wrapped parcel under his arm and a steel helmet snuggled protectively on his head. They whispered about his boldness, and sadly lamented that they were going to miss him - well, not really, but they at least said they'd pretend to miss him.
Legato had erected his own throne by setting a chair on a table and adorning it with foil, colored plastic wrap, and hot dogs, and he was seated comfortably in it when Knives jumped in, and, prepared for what was to come, dove behind an overturned table, which was soon pelted by cans of tomato soup.
"And I've got peaches," Legato warned in a threatening tone, "with HEAVY syrup!"
Knives drew in a deep breath, hoping his secret weapon would be successful. Hands trembling, he untied the package, thrust it in the air, and waved it. Well, all was silent, and nothing potentially dangerous was hurtling his way. Cautiously, he peeked at Legato.
The lanky, blue-haired man was staring whimsically at him, bestowing a loving gaze upon the object he held. Leaping down lightly, he skipped across the room and into threw his arms around Knives' shoulders, eyes teary and voice abnormally high-pitched as he squealed, "OH KNIVES!!! I didn't think you caaaaaared!"
Knives squirmed away and jumped back, pointing at Knives and laughing coarsely. "HAHA!! You fool! I am not here to return this -" He shook the blue teddy bear, his hand gripping its neck " - I came here to torture you with it!"
Legato sunk to the floor in despair, wailing, "MR. PEPPERS!!!!"
Knives smiled evilly, then broke into more insane laughter. "YES!! Bow before your master, little hot dog king! You are nothing before me! Bow! BOW!!!"
But Legato looked up, a spiteful gleam in his eyes. "NEVER!" he cried, and shot up before anyone could stop him, snatching away Mr. Peppers and turning to flee back to his throne. Once there, he tugged on a rope and Knives soon found himself being assaulted by a blizzard of hot dogs, and as he stumbled blindly toward Legato, he could hear maniacal laughter. It fueled him, pushing him on long enough to make it to the throne, where he and Legato tumbled to the ground, wrestling for the possession of the teddy bear. In the end, it was Knives who won out, and before Legato could stop him, he rushed to the stove, turned up the heat so that a flame of raging fire burst forth, and dangled Mr. Peppers precariously after it. "Say goodbye to MR. PEPPERS!"
Legato reached out to stop the inevitable, but could only watch with widened eyes as the stuffed animal fell slowly through the air, gobbled up greedily by the fire. He cried out, clutching at his heart, and then as sure as Knives had shot him, crumpled to the ground. "I'm dying," he moaned, writhing on the floor. "You just ripped out my heart!!"
Knives walked slowly over to the former hot dog king, kneeling down beside him. "Legato...?" He arched an eyebrow quizzically.
Legato moaned pitifully, grasping at Knives' hand. "I can't...breathe," he gasped pathetically. "If only...Mr. Peppers were here..."
"OH MY GOODNESS!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" Knives gaped at Legato in sheer horror. "Legato! I'm sorry!"
Legato's head rolled to the side, eyes drifting shut.
Bowing over him, sick about what he had done and already missing his loyal servant terribly, Knives closed his eyes tightly and screamed, "LEGATO!!!!!"
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"So...how's he doing?" Knives had come to Legato's bedside bearing gifts, and Dominique, his nurse, frowned and shrugged.
"Not so good. Keeps muttering about some dog staring at him and Mr. Peppers and cow tipping." She laid a sympathetic hand on Knives' shoulder. "I think we're just about to lose him."
Knives dropped his head regretfully.
"Why don't you go in and see him?" Dominique swung the door open and stepped aside, motioning for Knives to go on ahead.
Knives trudged into Legato's bedroom, shivering at the eerie feeling he got from all the pictures and advertisements of food pasted onto the walls. "Legato?" he whispered sweetly, sidling up to the bed, where Legato lay, tucked under the covers, looking very pale and coughing weakly. "Can you hear me? I'm sorry I roasted Mr. Peppers... I brought you a present to make up for it."
"Too late..." rasped Legato, throwing an arm across his eyes. "I'm slipping away..."
"Look," coaxed Knives, ripping the paper off the present to reveal a purple teddy bear, almost identical to Mr. Peppers save the color. "His name is Mr. Snacky..."
Legato cracked open his eyes to take in the item being presented to him and leapt ecstatically out of bed, hopping up and down with a bout of squeals as he grabbed the bear. "OOH!!! Thankee Knives! Everything is all BRIGHT AND SHINY AGAIN!! And now the little piggies can come back to my window and the drug store down the street will restock on pixie sticks and the trees will go baaa like sheep!!" He hugged the teddy tighter. "Oh, Mr. Snacky, let's go find that dog of mind!" And he skittered out of the room.
Knives, a startled expression on his face, was instantly off, pursuing Legato. "Hey! You don't have a dog!"
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I didn't even mean to write more than the first chapter of this story, so I don't know if I'll write another. I'm the sort of person who needs a nudge to get started, some inspiration. All you hafta do is ask and I'll write another *wink wink* If anyone has anything to say, let me know!!