Lupin the Third in:
"This Was Your Life!"
Starring:
Arsene Lupin, III
Daizuke Jigen
Goemon Ishikawa
Fujikakes-I, --I mean, FujiKO Mine
Inspector Zenigata
Minor Roles:
Dr. Juan Rocuerto
Old, putzy receptionist
Author's note and Debriefing:
(Eew, I didn't mean that! Put thoes back on.)
That aside...
I've only begun to watch Lupin the Third on Cartoon Network. Most of the characters are off character a bit. But then again, nobody is assigned a personality in real life, right? Right. I don't own Lupin the Third. I never did own Lupin the Third. If I did, I'd make them shave their knuckles and make Fujiko wear a slip. JUST a slip.
And, without further ado and crap like that:
LET THE STORY BEGIN!!!
Chapter 1: No.NOT THE DOCTER! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
The day started out peaceful. Goemon was sitting in a corner of their hotel room sharpening his sward. Jigen was busy shuffling his cards, as bored as usual. It would have been a peaceful, serene day if not for the loud, piercing shriek from down the hall.
"No! No, you can't make me," Lupin hollered as he was being dragged down the hall by Fujiko, kicking and screaming.
"Oh, quit being a baby," Fujiko sighed. "You haven't gone to a check- up in I don't know how long, and you're going whether you like it or not."
Fujiko had to yank him by the leg, as Lupin's hands were tightly clamped on the railing. "You can't do this," Lupin cried, "there should be a law!"
Fujiko smirked. "There is," she said. "But we're criminals already, so it really shouldn't matter."
Lupin foolishly loosened his grip, giving Fujiko the opportunity to grab him and drape him over her shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down," he yelled, "this is degrading!"
"You want to act like an infant, than I'll treat you like one," Fujiko remarked.
Lupin, being the ever-vigilant lecher that he knew he was, had a few.ideas floating through his head. He smiled and giggled pervertedly.
"Be good," Fujiko said, "Or I'll break another law."
PART TWO!!!
Fujiko and Lupin drove down the road. Lupin was pissed royally. He sat in the passenger's seat with his arms crossed and a sour look plastered to his face. He did look up at Fujiko once and a while, only to "Humph!" and stick his nose in the air.
"I know you're going to hate me for this, but it's for your own good," Fujiko said. "I mean, you've been having violent coughing fits for the past few weeks. And it all started after that trip to Bermuda. I think you could have picked up a jungle disease or something."
"Coughing fits? I have not had cou-" Unfortunately, Lupin's argument was backed up by a cough attack that was so harsh that it shook the car, making Fujiko panic and swerve for a moment. Then her heart rate lowered and she regained control.
"See, that's what I mean!" Fujiko wiped her cheek of the saliva and- yech-phlegm that was adhered to her. "And I hope you aren't contagious, because if you are, I'll be sure to return the favor!"
The car slowed at an old, shabby looking building with a plaque that read: HOSPITAL. As soon as they were parked, Fujiko got out and helped Lupin up, as the last fit had him dazed.
Inside the building was a reception desk and a secretary who looked like she should have been buried six years ago.
"Arsene Lupin to see Dr. Juan Rocuerto." Fujiko said.
"Huh? Oh, oh. You want to see the doctor? Okay, just a minute." The secretary waddled over top the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"---."
"Hello? Speak up, I can't hear you."
"------------."
"No, I don't want a subscription to the Times, I-"
"----------!"
"Oh, doctor, it's you. See, I thought-"
"----! ----- -----!!!!"
"Okay, okay. You don't need to yell. I'm old, not deaf."
The secretary nodded and said, "The doctor will see you now."
Lupin coughed again. "Boy, if I had a dollar for every time I've heard- !"
The doctor was a man somewhere hanging by his 40's, with black hair scrunched under gray fringes. He wore a blue coat and a huge, warm smile wrapped in his fat, age-worn features.
"This is the doctor?" Lupin scratched his head.
Fujiko smiled. "Not only that, but he's a special doctor, who's here to-"
"I knew it!" Lupin grabbed his head and began trembling. "You took me to an Asylum! Well you'll never take me alive!"
Fujiko growled and stomped on his foot. "As I was SAYING-UH.he's a special doctor that caters to criminals. A 'Doctor of the Underworld,' if you will."
Lupin hunched and mourned the loss of the feeling in his poor foot. "Why didn't you just say so?" he whimpered.
"I would if you'd LET ME!"
End of chapter one.
So, what do you think? Please, hold all your rotten tomatoes and various other expired foods until after the program. (
"This Was Your Life!"
Starring:
Arsene Lupin, III
Daizuke Jigen
Goemon Ishikawa
Fujikakes-I, --I mean, FujiKO Mine
Inspector Zenigata
Minor Roles:
Dr. Juan Rocuerto
Old, putzy receptionist
Author's note and Debriefing:
(Eew, I didn't mean that! Put thoes back on.)
That aside...
I've only begun to watch Lupin the Third on Cartoon Network. Most of the characters are off character a bit. But then again, nobody is assigned a personality in real life, right? Right. I don't own Lupin the Third. I never did own Lupin the Third. If I did, I'd make them shave their knuckles and make Fujiko wear a slip. JUST a slip.
And, without further ado and crap like that:
LET THE STORY BEGIN!!!
Chapter 1: No.NOT THE DOCTER! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
The day started out peaceful. Goemon was sitting in a corner of their hotel room sharpening his sward. Jigen was busy shuffling his cards, as bored as usual. It would have been a peaceful, serene day if not for the loud, piercing shriek from down the hall.
"No! No, you can't make me," Lupin hollered as he was being dragged down the hall by Fujiko, kicking and screaming.
"Oh, quit being a baby," Fujiko sighed. "You haven't gone to a check- up in I don't know how long, and you're going whether you like it or not."
Fujiko had to yank him by the leg, as Lupin's hands were tightly clamped on the railing. "You can't do this," Lupin cried, "there should be a law!"
Fujiko smirked. "There is," she said. "But we're criminals already, so it really shouldn't matter."
Lupin foolishly loosened his grip, giving Fujiko the opportunity to grab him and drape him over her shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down," he yelled, "this is degrading!"
"You want to act like an infant, than I'll treat you like one," Fujiko remarked.
Lupin, being the ever-vigilant lecher that he knew he was, had a few.ideas floating through his head. He smiled and giggled pervertedly.
"Be good," Fujiko said, "Or I'll break another law."
PART TWO!!!
Fujiko and Lupin drove down the road. Lupin was pissed royally. He sat in the passenger's seat with his arms crossed and a sour look plastered to his face. He did look up at Fujiko once and a while, only to "Humph!" and stick his nose in the air.
"I know you're going to hate me for this, but it's for your own good," Fujiko said. "I mean, you've been having violent coughing fits for the past few weeks. And it all started after that trip to Bermuda. I think you could have picked up a jungle disease or something."
"Coughing fits? I have not had cou-" Unfortunately, Lupin's argument was backed up by a cough attack that was so harsh that it shook the car, making Fujiko panic and swerve for a moment. Then her heart rate lowered and she regained control.
"See, that's what I mean!" Fujiko wiped her cheek of the saliva and- yech-phlegm that was adhered to her. "And I hope you aren't contagious, because if you are, I'll be sure to return the favor!"
The car slowed at an old, shabby looking building with a plaque that read: HOSPITAL. As soon as they were parked, Fujiko got out and helped Lupin up, as the last fit had him dazed.
Inside the building was a reception desk and a secretary who looked like she should have been buried six years ago.
"Arsene Lupin to see Dr. Juan Rocuerto." Fujiko said.
"Huh? Oh, oh. You want to see the doctor? Okay, just a minute." The secretary waddled over top the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"---."
"Hello? Speak up, I can't hear you."
"------------."
"No, I don't want a subscription to the Times, I-"
"----------!"
"Oh, doctor, it's you. See, I thought-"
"----! ----- -----!!!!"
"Okay, okay. You don't need to yell. I'm old, not deaf."
The secretary nodded and said, "The doctor will see you now."
Lupin coughed again. "Boy, if I had a dollar for every time I've heard- !"
The doctor was a man somewhere hanging by his 40's, with black hair scrunched under gray fringes. He wore a blue coat and a huge, warm smile wrapped in his fat, age-worn features.
"This is the doctor?" Lupin scratched his head.
Fujiko smiled. "Not only that, but he's a special doctor, who's here to-"
"I knew it!" Lupin grabbed his head and began trembling. "You took me to an Asylum! Well you'll never take me alive!"
Fujiko growled and stomped on his foot. "As I was SAYING-UH.he's a special doctor that caters to criminals. A 'Doctor of the Underworld,' if you will."
Lupin hunched and mourned the loss of the feeling in his poor foot. "Why didn't you just say so?" he whimpered.
"I would if you'd LET ME!"
End of chapter one.
So, what do you think? Please, hold all your rotten tomatoes and various other expired foods until after the program. (