Yes, I'm back and I'm about to finish writing a fic within a span of three days! Whooo! It's my new record! Anyway, I had my friend read this when I was about halfway done and she liked it, so since I got my hopes up YA BETTER SEND IN GOOD REVIEWS!!! Hehehehehehe, read on.
~Act Three (THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!)
***** (watch me abuse my fuzzies in an effort to make the story look longer!)
"But O'Farrell…why did you do it?" Ingrid demanded. Who would ever consider the twitchy red-haired twerp to be an evil mastermind? But in a way it all made sense; the lock of red hair she found, the piece of one of his pictures…it all fit together. "What did you want with the watches?"
"What did I want with them?" O'Farrell cackled. "WHAT DID I WANT WITH THEM?!?! I wanted REVENGE, that's what I wanted with them! I'm sick and tired of being the weakest link at the Safety Patrol!!!"
"So you go and steal a truckload of time watches?"
"Well…yeah!" O'Farrell answered. "The perfect way to get revenge from the Safety Patrol is to do exactly what they are against—commit a crime." Suddenly he looked saddened. "Everyone was always pushing me around, Fillmore would dump all his pet fish on me, and everyone called me a twitchy red-haired twerp." The mad glint in his eye returned. "But I'm through with all that now! Since I'm quitting the Safety Patrol, I'm going to be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………."
"Okay, major correction time here," Ingrid interrupted. "a) Nobody pushed you around, b) You took all of Fillmore's fish, c) No one called you a twitchy red-haired twerp, and d) You're going to be fired anyway after Vallejo finds out what you've done!"
"I've kind of figured that out," O'Farrell snapped. "But now that you know what I'm up to, and if you take me back to 2004 I'll be arrested for shoplifting and for ruining the Lobstee costume I've buried around here somewhere, I'll have to DESTROY YOU! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" Laughing manically, the thief pressed buttons on two of the watches that Ingrid had never noticed before and two purple lasers cut through the air and knocked her down. She tumbled backward and crashed into the base of a mound of trash.
O'Farrell continued to laugh insanely, thinking that the battle was over. He was about to clamber down from his trash pile to remove her watch, but before he could reach her she leapt to her feet holding a large hubcap, then threw it like a Frisbee at him. It soared low to the ground, hitting his ankles and sending him sprawling.
"You were never the sharpest crayon in the box, O'Farrell."
The red-haired kid sputtered in confusement. "But…how? Those lasers were supposed to kill you!"
"Then Radio Shack ripped you off," Ingrid replied. "It only tickled a little bit. I could hardly feel a thing."
"WHAAAAT??!!!" O'Farrell jumped to his feet and jabbed at the button on his watch repeatedly. Several lasers came out, but before they could hit Ingrid they stopped short and disintegrated in the air.
"CHEAP-O PIECE OF JUNK!!!!!!!!" O'Farrell screamed as he ripped the watch off his wrist and pummeled it into the ground with his shoe.
"So, now that you know that you can't kill me, I'm going to have to take you back to 2004," Ingrid informed him. She stepped toward him, reaching out for his arm. He looked at first like he was going to give in, but all of a sudden he grabbed the hubcap from the ground and swung it at her head. Ingrid dropped to the ground, dodging the blow, but before she could stop him he was off and running.
Ingrid swiftly rose to her feet and chased him through the junkyard. She could hear the mournful wails of all the cats, the smell of the garbage penetrating her nostrils with its unbearable odor. Every once and a while she would catch sight of O'Farrell's shoe or camera swinging around as he turned a corner. Breathing heavily, Ingrid put on an extra burst of speed, and she just knew that she was going to catch him now…
Then, right after the barbed wire fence around the junkyard came into full view, so did O'Farrell. "Aha!" she shouted.
(I will now conduct one of those stoopid little run-on sentences made to look longer by inserting little DOTDOTDOTs in random places! Go me!)
O'Farrell glanced behind him, then put on an extra speed himself…Ingrid launched herself at his ankles and caught him in full tackle…O'Farrell forgot to look where he was going…O'Farrell crashed into the fence because of this…and the last thing he heard was a loud crunch as he landed on top of the remaining eleven watches he was wearing.
Ingrid slowly got up and dusted herself off. Looking down at her feet she saw O'Farrell, lying face-down on the ground with a nasty purple bruise on his forehead where he hit the fence. Pieces of the broken time watches littered the ground around her. She picked up several pieces and examined them, but then she realized…
She was wearing the only time watch left.
Ingrid (after several hours of desperately trying to find her way back to where she was before and having no luck asking any of the cats' directions cuz they all had made a mad attempt to scratch her eyes out) regained the crates of time watches that the wacky red-haired psycho teen had stolen and pressed the forward button on her watch.
The world around her began spinning again, but instead of falling downwards she seemed to fly up into the sky… flying all the way back to the year 2004.
When the world stopped spinning, Ingrid took a glance at her new surroundings. She was back in the alley, still carrying one crate under her arm and the rest of them stacked neatly around her. She now wondered if it was a good idea to leave O'Farrell stuck in the year 1906. But, for the time being, it was the least of her worries.
Two policemen came running up to her. One of them was the policeman she had talked to before. "Great!" he said happily as the two of them approached Ingrid. "You got the time watches back!" He then looked around her, as if expecting that she had brought something else with her. "But where's the thief?"
"Well, ahhh…" Ingrid began uncertainly, "you're probably not gonna believe this, but… I kinda left him back in the year 1906."
"You what?!?!"
"I know, I know, it was probably the most idiotic and random thing for me to do, but I thought that if I did leave him there he would learn his lesson and never steal again—"
"He could've ruined the space time continuum by now!" the policeman shouted frantically. "He could change something that happened in 1906 and history could've been changed!" He turned to the other policeman. "You, take one of these watches and set it to 1906. I'm going to get the others and see if I can find anything unusual that the thief might've changed."
"Excuse me, sir," Ingrid interrupted, "but if he really did ruin the space time continuum, then wouldn't all of you had forgotten everything that happened before I left and we wouldn't be having this conversation now?"
"Will you shut up?!" the policeman screamed. "We all have work to do!" He grabbed one of the watches from one of the crates and ran off.
Ingrid watched in dismay as the policeman and his partner ran off with the watch. "People just keep on getting stupider and stupider," she decided, and she left for home.
Later that evening Fillmore called her on the telephone. "Hey," he said. "The doctor says that my mom is probably going to wake up next week if we're lucky."
"Congratulations."
"Yeah. So, did you find the thief?"
"Uh-huh."
"Who was it?"
"Actually, it was O'Farrell."
"What?! What would a twitchy red-haired twerp like him want with a bunch of time watches?"
"Fillmore, believe me, it's a long story…"
*****
THE END
I do not own Fillmore or any of the characters. I only own this fanfiction and the original plot belongs to me.