Note: I would like to start off by saying that anything and everything
having to do with The PPGs does not belong to me.
I'm not sure if my point had come across clearly enough in my first chapter, ya know, about why Dick Hardley is gonna study the Lumpkin. Well, ya see, it's kind of a revenge thing, hence the name of the chapter. Hardley is taking up a project that Utonium had abandoned at some point. He just wants to rub it in his face that he could do something the Professor couldn't. In short.. He's being childish!
There was also confusion about when the Professor had studied the Lumpkin in the first place. Well, if you've seen the PPG episode titled "Shotgun Wedding," then you'd get it. So maybe before you start reading my fic, I recommend that to avoid any confusion, you should read about that episode. Ya know, just to get the idea of what's goin' on. Thanx ;)
Lost Promises, Found Friends
By Dramaqueen-8.0
Chapter2: Drastic Measures
[SCENE: It is late morning, one week later. The camera now shows the trees of Townsville Forest as it slowly pans through them. They part to reveal a clearing. The clearing is cluttered with numerous amounts of signs. They display the usual KEEP OUT or GO AWAY on them. And of course they are all written with the grammar and misspellings of Fuzzy Lumpkins. His "home" has now come into clear view.]
[The scene dissolves, we are now viewing the inside of the shack. We see FUZZY lying on his bed asleep, in his usual attire of blue overalls and boots. He is snoring loudly and mumbling in his sleep.]
FUZZY: (Barely audible) I told ya ta git offa my...* snore * .propertay.I ain't gonna. * snore *.tell ya again.con.sarnit. (Continues snoring loudly)
[Suddenly, the creaking of wood is heard. FUZZY's antennae twitch a few times at the sound. His eyes then pop open. He sits up straight, now wide- awake and alert. He is frozen in place, straining to hear the noise again.]
[Silence]
[He gets up off the bed slowly, still listening. He reaches for his "boomstick," then turns to face the door, gun raised slightly.]
[After a minute or two of silence, he lowers his gun, thinking that he might have imagined it. So, now relaxed, he lets his guard down and turns to go back to his napping]
[Just as he sets his gun down, there is a slight tapping at the door]
FUZZY: (Surprised) Wuh.?
[He runs to the door at top speed and swings it open with great force]
FUZZY: (Shouting, shaking a fist) GIT OFFA MY....huh?
[The porch is deserted, save for his rocking chair and "stump stool"]
[FUZZY is both shocked and confused]
[He scratches his head, walking all the way onto the porch. He looks both left.. then right]
[Nothing]
FUZZY: Well, all be..
[He steps off the porch and onto the grass, continuing to look around, still taken aback. He has let his guard down again]
[This is a mistake]
[The sound of air being blown through a dart gun is heard two times. In that same instant, FUZZY feels a sharp pain in the back of his neck and his lower left shoulder blade]
FUZZY: (Crying out) YEEEEOOOOW!! WHAT IN TARNASHIN.!?
[He spins around, facing the source of the darts. There is a figure dressed in all black from head to toe. He wears some sort of goggles over his eyes. He is pointing a rifle at FUZZY]
FUZZY: HEY! GIT OFFA MY PROPER...oh..
[He raises his hands, out of habit, since he always has his gun in them, but realizes that he left his gun back in the house. So he instead picks up a rock by his right foot]
[He is about to throw the rock, when a dart gun is heard for the third time, this time hitting him in the left leg]
FUZZY: OW!! (Drops rock, bends down to pull out dart, now very much annoyed) Now ya'll cut that out right now, ya hear!?
[FUZZY glances in the direction of the third darts source]
[He gasps]
[His eyes widen at the site of ten more figures dressed in black as they emerge from the surrounding forest]
[They are all heavily armed]
FUZZY: (a little scared) Uh-oh...
[FUZZY stands up straight, breaking into a run in an effort to get his "boomstick." Just before he can reach the porch, a fourth dart has been shot, this time injecting tranquilizer into his right leg, causing him to trip and fall forward]
[He catches himself with his hands and tries to stand back up again. He finds this rather difficult, but somehow manages it]
FUZZY: (Panicking) What the heck er ya'll tryin' ta do!? I haven't done NOTHIN' wrong!! (Thinks about this) Well,.Not fer a while any whay ..
[There's no response. They only raise their rifles warningly]
[ FUZZY backs away from his attackers as they continue to advance on him. He is still thinking desperately]
FUZZY: (Still panicking, thinks of something) If ya'll er lookin' fer the monkey, he lives in.. uuuuhh.. in the..ooh..
[FUZZY'S vision is blurring. He's getting weaker by the second as the tranquilizers begin to take their toll. His legs give way and he falls forward, flat on his stomach]
[He struggles to see what the figures are doing now, but the only one he can make out is a man with blonde hair dressed in white coming into view, smiling down at him]
HARDLEY: (To gunmen) Alright boys, load 'em up! Time's a waistin'!
[FUZZY struggles to lift himself up, but to no avail]
HARDLEY: (Looks down at FUZZY) He's harmless now, especially after FOUR of those things! Sheesh, he's a stubborn one, ain't he?
[FUZZY gives up trying to get back up and falls back down on his stomach. He'd only managed a couple of inches off of the ground]
[HARDLEY kneels down to his level, looking over the top of his blue-rimmed glasses]
HARDLEY: (Grins) Aren't ya, big guy? (Winks at him)
[Before FUZZY can respond, he falls unconscious, ending the scene]
Well, that's it for chapter 2, I hope it went okay. I think it's a lot better than the first one, so I hope ya liked it! Let me know what ya think! I'll try to get 3 up ASAP. TTFN ;)
I'm not sure if my point had come across clearly enough in my first chapter, ya know, about why Dick Hardley is gonna study the Lumpkin. Well, ya see, it's kind of a revenge thing, hence the name of the chapter. Hardley is taking up a project that Utonium had abandoned at some point. He just wants to rub it in his face that he could do something the Professor couldn't. In short.. He's being childish!
There was also confusion about when the Professor had studied the Lumpkin in the first place. Well, if you've seen the PPG episode titled "Shotgun Wedding," then you'd get it. So maybe before you start reading my fic, I recommend that to avoid any confusion, you should read about that episode. Ya know, just to get the idea of what's goin' on. Thanx ;)
Lost Promises, Found Friends
By Dramaqueen-8.0
Chapter2: Drastic Measures
[SCENE: It is late morning, one week later. The camera now shows the trees of Townsville Forest as it slowly pans through them. They part to reveal a clearing. The clearing is cluttered with numerous amounts of signs. They display the usual KEEP OUT or GO AWAY on them. And of course they are all written with the grammar and misspellings of Fuzzy Lumpkins. His "home" has now come into clear view.]
[The scene dissolves, we are now viewing the inside of the shack. We see FUZZY lying on his bed asleep, in his usual attire of blue overalls and boots. He is snoring loudly and mumbling in his sleep.]
FUZZY: (Barely audible) I told ya ta git offa my...* snore * .propertay.I ain't gonna. * snore *.tell ya again.con.sarnit. (Continues snoring loudly)
[Suddenly, the creaking of wood is heard. FUZZY's antennae twitch a few times at the sound. His eyes then pop open. He sits up straight, now wide- awake and alert. He is frozen in place, straining to hear the noise again.]
[Silence]
[He gets up off the bed slowly, still listening. He reaches for his "boomstick," then turns to face the door, gun raised slightly.]
[After a minute or two of silence, he lowers his gun, thinking that he might have imagined it. So, now relaxed, he lets his guard down and turns to go back to his napping]
[Just as he sets his gun down, there is a slight tapping at the door]
FUZZY: (Surprised) Wuh.?
[He runs to the door at top speed and swings it open with great force]
FUZZY: (Shouting, shaking a fist) GIT OFFA MY....huh?
[The porch is deserted, save for his rocking chair and "stump stool"]
[FUZZY is both shocked and confused]
[He scratches his head, walking all the way onto the porch. He looks both left.. then right]
[Nothing]
FUZZY: Well, all be..
[He steps off the porch and onto the grass, continuing to look around, still taken aback. He has let his guard down again]
[This is a mistake]
[The sound of air being blown through a dart gun is heard two times. In that same instant, FUZZY feels a sharp pain in the back of his neck and his lower left shoulder blade]
FUZZY: (Crying out) YEEEEOOOOW!! WHAT IN TARNASHIN.!?
[He spins around, facing the source of the darts. There is a figure dressed in all black from head to toe. He wears some sort of goggles over his eyes. He is pointing a rifle at FUZZY]
FUZZY: HEY! GIT OFFA MY PROPER...oh..
[He raises his hands, out of habit, since he always has his gun in them, but realizes that he left his gun back in the house. So he instead picks up a rock by his right foot]
[He is about to throw the rock, when a dart gun is heard for the third time, this time hitting him in the left leg]
FUZZY: OW!! (Drops rock, bends down to pull out dart, now very much annoyed) Now ya'll cut that out right now, ya hear!?
[FUZZY glances in the direction of the third darts source]
[He gasps]
[His eyes widen at the site of ten more figures dressed in black as they emerge from the surrounding forest]
[They are all heavily armed]
FUZZY: (a little scared) Uh-oh...
[FUZZY stands up straight, breaking into a run in an effort to get his "boomstick." Just before he can reach the porch, a fourth dart has been shot, this time injecting tranquilizer into his right leg, causing him to trip and fall forward]
[He catches himself with his hands and tries to stand back up again. He finds this rather difficult, but somehow manages it]
FUZZY: (Panicking) What the heck er ya'll tryin' ta do!? I haven't done NOTHIN' wrong!! (Thinks about this) Well,.Not fer a while any whay ..
[There's no response. They only raise their rifles warningly]
[ FUZZY backs away from his attackers as they continue to advance on him. He is still thinking desperately]
FUZZY: (Still panicking, thinks of something) If ya'll er lookin' fer the monkey, he lives in.. uuuuhh.. in the..ooh..
[FUZZY'S vision is blurring. He's getting weaker by the second as the tranquilizers begin to take their toll. His legs give way and he falls forward, flat on his stomach]
[He struggles to see what the figures are doing now, but the only one he can make out is a man with blonde hair dressed in white coming into view, smiling down at him]
HARDLEY: (To gunmen) Alright boys, load 'em up! Time's a waistin'!
[FUZZY struggles to lift himself up, but to no avail]
HARDLEY: (Looks down at FUZZY) He's harmless now, especially after FOUR of those things! Sheesh, he's a stubborn one, ain't he?
[FUZZY gives up trying to get back up and falls back down on his stomach. He'd only managed a couple of inches off of the ground]
[HARDLEY kneels down to his level, looking over the top of his blue-rimmed glasses]
HARDLEY: (Grins) Aren't ya, big guy? (Winks at him)
[Before FUZZY can respond, he falls unconscious, ending the scene]
Well, that's it for chapter 2, I hope it went okay. I think it's a lot better than the first one, so I hope ya liked it! Let me know what ya think! I'll try to get 3 up ASAP. TTFN ;)