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DiScLaImEr: I Must not repeat what I do not own, but my life and story..
ChApTeR 4: An Unwanted Comeback
Terry put on his helmet as he watched the girls zoom off and home. His eyes shifted sideways twice and he pressed a small unseen button on the temple of his forhead, on the outeriour of the helmet. He quickly speed-dialed a number and the Commissioner's monotonous voice came through.
"Gordon."
Terry looked at the remains of Beefey Burger's sanitary sight. "Barbara. It's Terry. Got ourselves a bunch of stow-away Jokerz at Beefey's."
The commissioner raised an eyebrow on the other end of the line. She paused and got up, gripping the phone.
"Be there in 3," and with that she hung up.
Terry nodded and sped off as well.
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Looking back at the oh-so-welcoming scenes of a spray-painted, table broken, messed up, tagged, wet, bloody, food-messy and articles spread throughout the grounds of Beefey Burger, an unconscious Ghoul still lay at an unchanged state, Woof on top of him with his feet drooping and his tongue drooling off on him and the twins regained focus on their blurred eyesight.
One of the twins looked around and scoffed.
"They took our taser!!" she said and crossed her arms.
The other smirked. She hopped on over to Ghoul and Woof and flicked Woof's nose. The hyena-boy sniffed and yelped quietly, stirring in his sleep and flipping off of Ghoul. The fell broke his trance and he shook his head, licking his hand and panting cheerfully at DeeDee, who guffawed as her sister kicked at Ghoul, angered by losing her taser. Ghoul licked his lips and muttered in his sleep.
"But she's a meanie, mumsie.."
DeeDee brought him to his feet as a whir of machine and air swiftly landed a few yards away. A pink-suited over-weight bald clown with a clown mask and his superior-marked pink jumpsuit, jumped off a hover-lift and ran to his team of Jokerz.
Chucko stopped and the Deeds walked up to him casually, Woof trotting with Ghoul hanging over his shoulder.
"You got it?" Chucko asked the Deeds and one of them grinned slyly, pulling out a bunch of hair strands from her pocket, her sister wincing behind her shoulder.
"The twip better-"
"Not have lice.." they said as they handed Chucko Ely's hair and put it in a test-tube.
"Yah.. well it won't be a nast when we get cold, hard creds.." he said chuckling and running back to the hover-lift with his gang running behind him.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Terry sighed as he walked, tiredly past the living room and straight to the fridge.
Matt peered from the doorway and blinked. He smirked slyly and crept up behind his brother, who now took out milk, cheese, bologna, tomato, lettuce and mayonnaise all in two arms. He stepped back and nearly triped over a bedazzled Matt McGinnis.
"TWIP!" Terry ran him out onto the living room after putting all the stuff down on the counter, waiting to be made into dinner. Matt yelled mercy and hopped onto the couch, begging he'd surrender as long as Terry would quit power-noogying and hanging him from his shirt.
Terry scowled and dropped him on the couch, turning back onto his meal.
Matt brushed his shoulders and massaged the back of his head.. which had been statically charged and hair-altered from the noogying.
He grinned wider and ran into the kitchen.. skidding a step back everytime his brother took a step closer to him.
Mary walked in, sighing.
Matt looked at her and deceivingly at Terry.
"Did you get in a fight?!" He shouted.
Mary's eyes widened and she walked up to them. She realized what Matt was referring to.
A bright but drying spot of blood trickled out of Terry's fabric-cut knee..
"What happened to your pants??" she demanded, growing a bit pale by the second.
"It's just a little scratch.." he said attempting to give Matt a wedgie as he buzzed around him, succesfully..
Mary lowered herself down and inspected Terry's cut.
"I faced some Jokerz on my way home.." he blurted out.
Mary stood up next to him and looked him in the eyes.. deeply.
Terry blinked and placed the bologna on top of the cheese, followed by the lettuce and tomato. He closed up his sandwhich and put it on a plate.
Mary looked concerned but dropped the subject reluctatnly, heading out of the kitchen to her room.
"Nice going twip," he said and smacked Matt on the back of his head. He grimaced and was left with his arms crossed in the loneliness of the kitchen as his brother headed to his room with his sandwhich.
Terry closed the door behind him and sat back on his bed. He no sooner took a bite out of his snack when his cel-phone rang.
He sighed and lowered the sandwhich from his mouth and flipped open his cel, taking it to his ear.
"Yah?" he asked and bit the bread, nevertheless.
"McGinnis, I assure you I arrived at the right place.. only to find not the right people." It was the commissioner.. and she sounded mad and unsatisfied. Terry smacked his head and some crumbs flew onto his forehead.
"You mean they're gone?!" he said groaning.
"No. I mean we found them and I'm calling to assure how much you earned for the day... Of course we didn't find them! My men have searched this place from top to bottom and no Jokerz are left behind!"
"Aw..geez.." Terry said and ignored his hunger for a minute. He SHOULD have stayed to watch them...
"I'm sorry Barbara.. they were unconscious and.."
"Well it looks like they woke up.. McGinnis.. You just put me down for a goose-chase... I don't want any more escaped prisoners escaping again.. Do you understand?"
"Yah.."
"Good." she clicked and Terry flipped close his cel, sighing.
Matt jerked his head into the opening door of Terry's room and sang:
"Tewy got in a fight! And he's in big swagging twoub-AAH!" he winced and ran off, slamming the door shut behind him as a slice of mayonaited expired cheese flew onto his face.
(Wah wah waaaaaaaaaah)
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Ely's P.O.V.
"..and she expects me to believe that bologna! Chased by the Joker gang.. hmph.." came beloved Hilda's ignored words on the other side of the wall as she spoke to my father, supposedly, on the phone. SHe probably was faking it to just SCARE me.. If she really wanted to scare me to death.. she should wear a dress and act feminine in front of my very eyes for once.. or just act out my daily nightmares... One of many reasons I lay awake at nearly 10:30 with welcoming insomnia, in front of my mirror.
Out of all the bad-hair days and days where I wished a part of me would change for once.. I've never been moping about my looks in the privacy of my own room and mirror with nothing special going on, like a party, except for today.
"AAH!"
I couldn't help but squeal at the uneven sight of one side of my hair, where the Jokerz had pulled off a giant knot, drowning out Hilda's voice as she spoke again... I passed my fingers softly on my scalp... It was still hurting.. faintly.
I brushed my hair and formed it into a braid, readying myself to sleep.. and dream of the dark landscape again..
Hilda's footsteps neared my door. AWWWW.. she's coming tuck me in..
The door opened slowly and she turned on the light as I turned off my bedstand lamp, which was a light-giving turtle.
"What now.." I said as I shuffled under the blanket, covering my stubborn eyes from the hurtful light. No answer.
I turned on my stomach and just lay there.. waiting to hear more scolding to welcome my nightmare.
Still no answer. I grew impatient and shoved the blanket off my face, sitting up in bed.
"What is it, Hilda?" I said, my voice raising slightly more from last time. I paused. Instead of seeing an angered face of hers standing by my door.. I saw a look of fright and disbelief in her eyes. I half-expected her mood to change and to laugh at the very look on my own face at her faked expression... but it remained flat and concerned.
"Hilda?" I asked suddenly, before I could stop myself. She was gripping the phone in her hand and she dropped it. I refrained from getting up and gasping.. Instead I watched the phone fall and raised an eyebrow.
"What's up with you?"
Hilda grew pale and gripped the door firmly, leaning on the wall. Ok.. as far as jokes go.. Hilda doesn't waste time with them.
I got up and looked concerned, too.
"Hilda??!"
She gasped for breaths.
"Your father..."
I paused. Her voice really reflected fear.
"What happened to dad???!" I asked, impatient and near to tears.. then a thought approached me...
"He's gravely ill, Elise... he.." she swallowed and I knew what was coming.
"He's in the hospital.. he had.. a heart attack.." she said sobbing the last words out, but no tears escaping her eyes just yet.
I shook my head. That was the sickest joke ever.. How DARE her..
But she sobbed, wailing and crying and hardly managing to stand up on her own.
I reached for her and had her lean on my shoulder.
"Hilda..!"
She kept sobbing and I joined in gasping for breaths..
That dream...
That nightmare...
Oh no......
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Chucko and the gang entered slowly, and taken away by the ghostly sights of an abandoned, underground basement of a large warehouse.
The Deeds giggled and whispered jokes into each other's ears to pass the time of the long walk to their destination.. and to calm their nerves as well. Woof ran in zigzags and circled the other Jokerz, happily and frantically, slobbering on the ground while he was at it. Ghoul carried a mini-disc player and banged his head to the heavy metal music filling his brain as he walked.
The long, lonely, cobweb covered corridor leading to a faint, but growing source of light emerged slowly.. What seemed minutes later the Jokerz came to a halt at the center shed of light in an overall dim-liten underground basement, modified alike a secret villanous hideout.. technology wired on every wall, clown decorated machines and furniture stood everywhere.
The Deeds flipped over to a pile of beanbag chairs and shared one, sitting with their legs in the air as they leaned on each other's heads, tired but relaxed.
Ghoul leaned on a far off wall, still bopping his head madly, his blonde locks of hair flying everywhere as Woof ran alongside Chucko.
He pulled out the test tube holding Ely's hair and placed it gently on a desk, where a chalk-white hand drummed his fingers lightly on a laptop keyboard. The hand stopped typing and slowly brought it's long, slim, nerve-reaking fingers with black fingernail polish around the test tube. The hand raised it to the figure's face, as it inspected it, carefully, sinisterly, cunningly and accurately.
A cold, wheezing hard laugh came from behind the desk chair, keeping the figure out of sight.
"This is it.."
Chucko and the others, listening, sighed with relief.
"For years..."
The desk chair spun around slightly and a green-haired, chalk white, black spandex coated sinister man of demon-red eyes and smile grinned playfully.
"DADDY'S been wanting to see girl alllll grown up..."
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O.O How's THAT for a comeback chapter! Great to be back at my post. Thanks, again, to all! L8er!
DiScLaImEr: I Must not repeat what I do not own, but my life and story..
ChApTeR 4: An Unwanted Comeback
Terry put on his helmet as he watched the girls zoom off and home. His eyes shifted sideways twice and he pressed a small unseen button on the temple of his forhead, on the outeriour of the helmet. He quickly speed-dialed a number and the Commissioner's monotonous voice came through.
"Gordon."
Terry looked at the remains of Beefey Burger's sanitary sight. "Barbara. It's Terry. Got ourselves a bunch of stow-away Jokerz at Beefey's."
The commissioner raised an eyebrow on the other end of the line. She paused and got up, gripping the phone.
"Be there in 3," and with that she hung up.
Terry nodded and sped off as well.
=======================================
Looking back at the oh-so-welcoming scenes of a spray-painted, table broken, messed up, tagged, wet, bloody, food-messy and articles spread throughout the grounds of Beefey Burger, an unconscious Ghoul still lay at an unchanged state, Woof on top of him with his feet drooping and his tongue drooling off on him and the twins regained focus on their blurred eyesight.
One of the twins looked around and scoffed.
"They took our taser!!" she said and crossed her arms.
The other smirked. She hopped on over to Ghoul and Woof and flicked Woof's nose. The hyena-boy sniffed and yelped quietly, stirring in his sleep and flipping off of Ghoul. The fell broke his trance and he shook his head, licking his hand and panting cheerfully at DeeDee, who guffawed as her sister kicked at Ghoul, angered by losing her taser. Ghoul licked his lips and muttered in his sleep.
"But she's a meanie, mumsie.."
DeeDee brought him to his feet as a whir of machine and air swiftly landed a few yards away. A pink-suited over-weight bald clown with a clown mask and his superior-marked pink jumpsuit, jumped off a hover-lift and ran to his team of Jokerz.
Chucko stopped and the Deeds walked up to him casually, Woof trotting with Ghoul hanging over his shoulder.
"You got it?" Chucko asked the Deeds and one of them grinned slyly, pulling out a bunch of hair strands from her pocket, her sister wincing behind her shoulder.
"The twip better-"
"Not have lice.." they said as they handed Chucko Ely's hair and put it in a test-tube.
"Yah.. well it won't be a nast when we get cold, hard creds.." he said chuckling and running back to the hover-lift with his gang running behind him.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Terry sighed as he walked, tiredly past the living room and straight to the fridge.
Matt peered from the doorway and blinked. He smirked slyly and crept up behind his brother, who now took out milk, cheese, bologna, tomato, lettuce and mayonnaise all in two arms. He stepped back and nearly triped over a bedazzled Matt McGinnis.
"TWIP!" Terry ran him out onto the living room after putting all the stuff down on the counter, waiting to be made into dinner. Matt yelled mercy and hopped onto the couch, begging he'd surrender as long as Terry would quit power-noogying and hanging him from his shirt.
Terry scowled and dropped him on the couch, turning back onto his meal.
Matt brushed his shoulders and massaged the back of his head.. which had been statically charged and hair-altered from the noogying.
He grinned wider and ran into the kitchen.. skidding a step back everytime his brother took a step closer to him.
Mary walked in, sighing.
Matt looked at her and deceivingly at Terry.
"Did you get in a fight?!" He shouted.
Mary's eyes widened and she walked up to them. She realized what Matt was referring to.
A bright but drying spot of blood trickled out of Terry's fabric-cut knee..
"What happened to your pants??" she demanded, growing a bit pale by the second.
"It's just a little scratch.." he said attempting to give Matt a wedgie as he buzzed around him, succesfully..
Mary lowered herself down and inspected Terry's cut.
"I faced some Jokerz on my way home.." he blurted out.
Mary stood up next to him and looked him in the eyes.. deeply.
Terry blinked and placed the bologna on top of the cheese, followed by the lettuce and tomato. He closed up his sandwhich and put it on a plate.
Mary looked concerned but dropped the subject reluctatnly, heading out of the kitchen to her room.
"Nice going twip," he said and smacked Matt on the back of his head. He grimaced and was left with his arms crossed in the loneliness of the kitchen as his brother headed to his room with his sandwhich.
Terry closed the door behind him and sat back on his bed. He no sooner took a bite out of his snack when his cel-phone rang.
He sighed and lowered the sandwhich from his mouth and flipped open his cel, taking it to his ear.
"Yah?" he asked and bit the bread, nevertheless.
"McGinnis, I assure you I arrived at the right place.. only to find not the right people." It was the commissioner.. and she sounded mad and unsatisfied. Terry smacked his head and some crumbs flew onto his forehead.
"You mean they're gone?!" he said groaning.
"No. I mean we found them and I'm calling to assure how much you earned for the day... Of course we didn't find them! My men have searched this place from top to bottom and no Jokerz are left behind!"
"Aw..geez.." Terry said and ignored his hunger for a minute. He SHOULD have stayed to watch them...
"I'm sorry Barbara.. they were unconscious and.."
"Well it looks like they woke up.. McGinnis.. You just put me down for a goose-chase... I don't want any more escaped prisoners escaping again.. Do you understand?"
"Yah.."
"Good." she clicked and Terry flipped close his cel, sighing.
Matt jerked his head into the opening door of Terry's room and sang:
"Tewy got in a fight! And he's in big swagging twoub-AAH!" he winced and ran off, slamming the door shut behind him as a slice of mayonaited expired cheese flew onto his face.
(Wah wah waaaaaaaaaah)
======================================
Ely's P.O.V.
"..and she expects me to believe that bologna! Chased by the Joker gang.. hmph.." came beloved Hilda's ignored words on the other side of the wall as she spoke to my father, supposedly, on the phone. SHe probably was faking it to just SCARE me.. If she really wanted to scare me to death.. she should wear a dress and act feminine in front of my very eyes for once.. or just act out my daily nightmares... One of many reasons I lay awake at nearly 10:30 with welcoming insomnia, in front of my mirror.
Out of all the bad-hair days and days where I wished a part of me would change for once.. I've never been moping about my looks in the privacy of my own room and mirror with nothing special going on, like a party, except for today.
"AAH!"
I couldn't help but squeal at the uneven sight of one side of my hair, where the Jokerz had pulled off a giant knot, drowning out Hilda's voice as she spoke again... I passed my fingers softly on my scalp... It was still hurting.. faintly.
I brushed my hair and formed it into a braid, readying myself to sleep.. and dream of the dark landscape again..
Hilda's footsteps neared my door. AWWWW.. she's coming tuck me in..
The door opened slowly and she turned on the light as I turned off my bedstand lamp, which was a light-giving turtle.
"What now.." I said as I shuffled under the blanket, covering my stubborn eyes from the hurtful light. No answer.
I turned on my stomach and just lay there.. waiting to hear more scolding to welcome my nightmare.
Still no answer. I grew impatient and shoved the blanket off my face, sitting up in bed.
"What is it, Hilda?" I said, my voice raising slightly more from last time. I paused. Instead of seeing an angered face of hers standing by my door.. I saw a look of fright and disbelief in her eyes. I half-expected her mood to change and to laugh at the very look on my own face at her faked expression... but it remained flat and concerned.
"Hilda?" I asked suddenly, before I could stop myself. She was gripping the phone in her hand and she dropped it. I refrained from getting up and gasping.. Instead I watched the phone fall and raised an eyebrow.
"What's up with you?"
Hilda grew pale and gripped the door firmly, leaning on the wall. Ok.. as far as jokes go.. Hilda doesn't waste time with them.
I got up and looked concerned, too.
"Hilda??!"
She gasped for breaths.
"Your father..."
I paused. Her voice really reflected fear.
"What happened to dad???!" I asked, impatient and near to tears.. then a thought approached me...
"He's gravely ill, Elise... he.." she swallowed and I knew what was coming.
"He's in the hospital.. he had.. a heart attack.." she said sobbing the last words out, but no tears escaping her eyes just yet.
I shook my head. That was the sickest joke ever.. How DARE her..
But she sobbed, wailing and crying and hardly managing to stand up on her own.
I reached for her and had her lean on my shoulder.
"Hilda..!"
She kept sobbing and I joined in gasping for breaths..
That dream...
That nightmare...
Oh no......
-----------------------
Chucko and the gang entered slowly, and taken away by the ghostly sights of an abandoned, underground basement of a large warehouse.
The Deeds giggled and whispered jokes into each other's ears to pass the time of the long walk to their destination.. and to calm their nerves as well. Woof ran in zigzags and circled the other Jokerz, happily and frantically, slobbering on the ground while he was at it. Ghoul carried a mini-disc player and banged his head to the heavy metal music filling his brain as he walked.
The long, lonely, cobweb covered corridor leading to a faint, but growing source of light emerged slowly.. What seemed minutes later the Jokerz came to a halt at the center shed of light in an overall dim-liten underground basement, modified alike a secret villanous hideout.. technology wired on every wall, clown decorated machines and furniture stood everywhere.
The Deeds flipped over to a pile of beanbag chairs and shared one, sitting with their legs in the air as they leaned on each other's heads, tired but relaxed.
Ghoul leaned on a far off wall, still bopping his head madly, his blonde locks of hair flying everywhere as Woof ran alongside Chucko.
He pulled out the test tube holding Ely's hair and placed it gently on a desk, where a chalk-white hand drummed his fingers lightly on a laptop keyboard. The hand stopped typing and slowly brought it's long, slim, nerve-reaking fingers with black fingernail polish around the test tube. The hand raised it to the figure's face, as it inspected it, carefully, sinisterly, cunningly and accurately.
A cold, wheezing hard laugh came from behind the desk chair, keeping the figure out of sight.
"This is it.."
Chucko and the others, listening, sighed with relief.
"For years..."
The desk chair spun around slightly and a green-haired, chalk white, black spandex coated sinister man of demon-red eyes and smile grinned playfully.
"DADDY'S been wanting to see girl alllll grown up..."
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O.O How's THAT for a comeback chapter! Great to be back at my post. Thanks, again, to all! L8er!