The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy: Toon Edition
By Vivi Highwind
A/N: I have been reading this book lately and I've just become obsessed. If you have not read this I highly suggest you buy the first book of the ultimate one with all five in one. Also I highly suggest reading the book before you read this so as to not ruin the plot. Also at first I will be quoting a lot of the book but I will drift apart soon (I promise.)This chapter sets up the story. Currently I'm deciding on having Rugrats earth as the earth for this story but if you have an idea of who I could make Arthur into please tell me in a review also tell me if you have an idea for the Zaphod. (oh and Marvin too.)
Marvin: Oh yeah Thanks for including me… I'll be sulking off now
Disclaimer: Douglas Adams's The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy-published by the Random House publishing Group
Copy right dates for the series books as follows
THGTTG- 1979 by Douglas Adams
TRATEOTU- 1980 by Douglas Adams
LTUAE- 1982 by Douglas Adams
SLATFATF- 1985 by Douglas Adams
YZPIS- 1986 by Douglas Adams
MH- 1992 by Serious Productions
Ok here you go,
Chapter 2: A house.
The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland. At a first far away glance, it looked to be about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. But when one got close to the front one noticed very odd vivid designs in markings many saying,
BELIEVER LIVES HERE TAKE ME WITH YOU ALIENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LIKE DOLPHINS!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND MY FRIEND ZIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was of course the most noticeable but there were also other signs standing around a few said things like "Save the dolphins!" and "Izzy was here!" but besides his signs and decorations the house was a bland color overshadowing everything from a distance.
The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Dill Pickles, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London. The reason was because it made him mad when people called him crazy and complained about his signs, he also always had a curious worried look on his face. He was about thirty as well, orange haired and never quite at ease with himself. The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about. He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought. It was, too — most of his friends worked in advertising.
It hadn't properly registered with Dil that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.
At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Dil didn't feel very good. He woke up tripped, got up, and tripped and realized his floor was wet... a line had burst. He found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush — so. Scrub.
Shaving mirror — pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Dil Pickle's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect that he was hung over. Why was he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed that he must have been. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror. "Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom.
A/N: Do I need to say Read and Review for you to actually do it?