SUMMARY: Chuckie's superhero's identity is back, and this time, he must save the most important girls on his life. Rated for mild language and violence.
Hey, guys, I'm back! (And so your favorite girl, the one, the only, the beautiful...) Yes, Angelica, we know you are here as well. (I wasn't finished!) Trust me, you were.
First, I want to thank everyone who reviewed my previous fic. As you guys can see, I'm giving Chuckie another shot as the ColoRed Chuck. This time, however, I'll have a lot more action and less comedy. (Hey, be careful, mister, because if he gets hurt because of your little idea of dressing him with tights...) Relax, Angelica! I'll be careful, I promise. (Good, or you'll have to learn to live without breathing!) Ehem! Can you read the disclaimer, please?
(DISCLAIMER. As you guys must already know, Ramiro doesn't own any Rugrats/AGU characters, copyrighted by Nickelodeon and ClaskyKsupo, or the original "Chapulín Colorado" character, copyrighted by Mexican network Televisa, and his creator, Roberto G. Bolaños. In this fic we'll have cameos or mentions from other series Ramiro doesn't own either.)
Good girl. Another thing; as you might remember from my previous fic, the "Chanfle" word is part of the universe of "El Chapulín Colorado", so I'll use it a few times as well. Now, before Angelica tries to show me how good is her right hook, on with the show!
RETURN OF THE COLORED CHUCK.
A Rugrats/AGU fic by Acosta Pérez José Ramiro.
Faster than a speeding tortoise!
Stronger than a mouse!
More noble than a lettuce!
His shield is a heart!
Is... The ColoRed Chuck!
A DREADFUL MEETING.
In a dark room, illuminated only by a little light bulb, a group of people were sitting around a table. One was a red-haired and tough looking guy dressed as an stereotypical gangster; next to him, a pretty brunette with three pigtails and dressed in black leather; also, playing with a gun, and with a bored expression, was a guy in an entirely black cowboy outfit; finally, in the shadows, and trying to, unsuccessful, hide his big nose, was a final guy with black shades and a little black hat, that allowed to see a little bit of a green mohawk.
Suddenly, the room got illuminated by a light coming from an open door. A man in a really old fashioned sailor outfit, complete with a sword, and with a bowl's hairdo, opened the door and allowed a person to get in, obviously a woman, but her features weren't clear. When the door got closed, the woman started walking around, taking a look at the people in the table. They all were silent for a moment, until the cowboy talked.
"Why are we all here, lady? If you hadn't noticed, I have more important things to do than just sit here!" The woman walked near him, and looked at him with amused but obviously evil eyes. The cowboy sat straight, and stayed silent while the lady started talking.
"And what do you have to do, besides hiding from the cops? I must remind you that I'm the one who helped all of you escape from your respective prisons?" She said in a calmed but venomous voice. After a little pause, she continued, walking around the table and pointing to each person.
"Sean Butler... aka "Kill-a-Lot Kid"... the last of the western bad guys. You terrorized lots of little towns. So well, actually, that even the sheriffs were afraid of fighting you, and the people from the banks already expected your visits periodically and had money ready for you."
"The Shark... master spy. You aren't loyal to any nation, offering your services to anyone with enough money. You stole the most secured secrets to sell them to any corporation or army willing to pay you."
"The Sneaky Saavanah... one of the world's most wanted cat-burglars. No jewelry, bank, or mansion had a security system that could stop you."
"And, finally, Timothy McNulty... "Tim Thug"... Public Enemy Number One. Police stations have rooms just to have a place to keep your file and the evidence of your crimes."
The woman ended walking, and took an empty seat, her face still in the shadows. The man assisting her moved next to the lady, always waiting for any order. She continued talking.
"And, yours truly... I am the last of a long line of terrible pirates. My name was dreaded among sailors all over the world. Even my minions were afraid of my wrath, since the only one more or less secure around me is my loyal servant, Jean Claude, the gentleman next to me. I even killed entire groups of my stupid minions after a successful mission, just to not sharing our wealth." The woman sighed, and continued talking, in an angrier tone this time.
"We are the best of the worst, my young friends. And yet, all of us, despite our skills, bravery, or ferocity, were stopped. We knew humiliation, imprisonment, and defeat... because of a stupid geek dressed with a silly costume that seems like something his mom made for him for a kindergarten's festival!" She exploded, making everyone on the room jump on surprise. However, a few seconds later, they were all calmed, and with very angry looks as well. The woman continued.
"I had released all of you from your prisons, at a huge risk for me and my servant, to accomplish one goal...to have revenge on the only man who could stop our brilliant criminal careers. With our combined experience from previous encounters, we can finally finish that silly do-gooder once and for all!" Everyone on the room nodded, and got a devilish smile. The woman finally emerged from the shadows, revealing a red pirate-like outfit, and an evil smirk.
"My name is Coco "Dirty Soul" LaBouche, Terror of the Seas... and from now on, The ColoRed Chuck is living extra time!"