THE WOLF BOMBER.
Skippy ran through the forest scenario with a smile on his face. He was improving a lot on the "Wild Chases" class, and now had a good advantage over his chaser. The squirrel stopped behind a bush, and took a stick of dynamite out from his body pocket; he turned the fuse on, and waited on his hideout to his chaser to become visible. Skippy popped his head to take a closer look... but didn't notice a canine shadow approaching from behind.
HOOOOOWWWWLLLLL!
The sudden howling made Skippy to jump in fear several feet on the air, and the squirrel became stuck on the closest tree's branches... with the dynamite still on his hands.
BOOOOOMMMM!
Skippy fell to the ground, stunned and charred, but was caught by Wally before hitting the ground. A few moments later, the forest scenario changed to their average classroom's one, with Wile and the rest of their class clapping at them.
"Great performance, guys. A major improvement over your first chases in a very short time. Go back to your seats." Wile told them. Wally walked with a happy expression, but it disappeared when noticed how sad Skippy seemed to be.
"Hey Skippy, no hard feelings, right? This is just a class...and besides, you blasted me like ten times on this one." Wally said to the squirrel. Skippy glared at the wolf, saying nothing, and returned to his seat.
Actually, Skippy was feeling frustrated. When he and Plucky thought Wally was a spy, it was easy to be angry and distrustful with the wolf, because there was a good excuse. However, according to Buster, the canine was clean, so now Skippy had no reason to justify his anger towards the toon that always beat him on class... and that was driving him crazy.
"What's your problem, rodent? Big Bad Wolf took your tongue?" Marcus teased him in a low voice, while Wile was distracted motioning Babs and Calamity to do the next chase.
"Hey, Marcus, cut it. Don't make me hurt you after class." Hillary said to the human, also in a low voice. She was now fully recovered from that weekend's fight, and feeling strong enough to kick anyone's butt.
"You don't scare me, hyena. I'm strong enough to rip in half a phone book." Marcus said, proudly. Hillary gave him a devious smile.
"And I'm strong enough to rip in half a phone BOOTH." Hillary said in a menacing tone. Marcus gulped, and kept silent the rest of the class. He had been trying to be recognized as the school's bully since his first week here, but every time he tried playing hard on any student, he was stopped by Hillary, Ronald, or an older student. Mary gave him a lesson that same morning when he tried to steal the lunch's money from a little bunny boy; Marcus' jaw was still sore.
After the bell rang, Skippy was the first one to dash out. Wally tried to talk with him the rest of the day, but they had no more classes together on Monday, and the squirrel didn't appear in the cafeteria at lunchtime. Once the classes were over, Wally tried to find him before the squirrel left home, but Skippy dashed out of the school the moment the final bell rang. Wally sighed, and started walking towards his room, passing next to Ronald and Hillary, who were leaving as well.
"Ronald, I told you, I'm fine. You don't need to carry my backpack." Hillary said to Ron, rolling her eyes. Ronald was extremely kind with her that day, because of the image on his mind of Hillary getting hurt on her first fight.
"I know. Is just that I don't think you should make a big effort for a couple of days, and, definitely, I'm not the only one. Even Slappy was considerate enough to not asking you to perform today at her class." Ronald explained. Hillary sighed, but smiled at him.
"And I appreciate that, but really, I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me... in fact, I challenge you to do some arm-wrestling at the yard." Hillary said in a confident tone. Ronald smiled, and nodded.
"And...if you want to walk me home after that...is okay with me." Hillary added, blushing a little. Ronald blushed as well, and placed his paw on the hyena's shoulder.
"That will be a pleasure, Steel Girl." Ronald and Hillary chuckled, and walked out of the school, waving bye to Wally. The wolf waved back, and kept walking.
"Those two are together, or what?" Darkwing Duck, who appeared next to Wally, asked while giving a last look to the other two predators. Wally chuckled.
"Well, I'm not sure, but at least they are friendly with each other. You should have seen them when they arrived. Hillary wanted to kick his tail all the way to the nearest zoo." Wally said to the duck. DW chuckled, and then changed to a more serious look.
"Hey, kid, I saw you walking on the corridor a while ago, and you seemed to be a little sad. Need some help?" Darkwing asked. Wally sighed.
"Well...I have two problems. The first one is that...well...I'm dating a girl...and she is wonderful...but...her antecedents aren't exactly good ones. I'm afraid that my classmates might not like her, and maybe it will cause me to lose a couple of friendships." Wally lowered his head. Darkwing rubbed his chin, and sighed.
"Look, Wally, if they are your friends for real, and this girl had reformed, you have nothing to fear. I'm the one dating a sorceress, and a former criminal, no less, but we are doing it well. I'm even getting used to that weird Transylvanian food she always cooks." Drake told the wolf. Wally smiled at him, and then explained his other problem.
"Thanks. My other problem is with a classmate, Skippy. His aunt and my great-grandpa used to be enemies on screen, and they are still enemies out of it, so I think he expects to beat me on our classes, but I had managed to beat him every time, and I'm afraid he is hating me for that." Wally told Darkwing. The duck got a thinking expression.
"You know, I used to have a similar problem with Gizmo Duck. I was jealous of him because he had all the attention from the media, and the love of the public as well...but we are more or less friendly these days. I realized he wasn't stealing my spotlight because he enjoyed doing it, but because he was doing his job, just like me, and he is more noticeable because of his methods. He even admitted to be jealous of me as well, because I fight crime lacking a special powerand thesupport from the cops,only withmy skills and gadgets. Just give Skippy some time, or have a nice talk with him, so you can fix this problem." Darkwing ended. The wolf nodded, and started walking to the closest door.
"Thanks a lot, Darkwing. I'm doing it right now." Wally waved bye to the duck, and exited.
"Anything for a fan." Darkwing said to himself, and walked through the corridor. "Maybe I can ask him to keep an eye on Gosalyn once she is studying here." He thought.
At the forest, Skippy was almost home. Since his aunt ended her last class of the day right after the lunch break, she left early to watch her favorite talk-show and prepare dinner. Skippy wasn't on the mood to talk with her; that day, the old squirrel was particularly proud of Wally's performance on her class, and that hurt Skippy even more than the dynamite that blasted him.
When Skippy's home was on sight, he heard an approaching vehicle. He turned to see it, and gasped. Walter Wolf was driving some sort of military car, with a rocket shooter on it, and directing towards Skippy. The squirrel gasped, and dashed to his home, opening the door and closing it on a split second.
"Hey, Skippy, what's going on?" Slappy popped her head out from the kitchen, and saw her panting nephew.
"Is Walter, Aunt Slappy! He is on his way here, and with some serious firepower!" Skippy said in a hurry. Slappy frowned, and walked out of the kitchen to take a look from the window. Walter had stopped his vehicle about fifty yards away from the tree house's entrance, and now was aiming his rockets.
"Hey, Slappy, you like my new toy?" Walter yelled at the squirrel.
"Not bad, Walter. How many cereal boxes you had to eat to order it?" Slappy replied.
Walter smiled evilly, and threw a little metallic rectangle in front of the car. Then, he took out a remote control, and pressed a button. The little rectangle grew until it was a plaque, big enough so the car could park on it. Walter moved his vehicle on top of the rectangle, and then took out a second remote.
"Fire One!" Walter said, pressing a button on the second remote. A moment later, a rocket, about the size of a large watermelon, was shot from the car.
"Skippy, open the back door, quickly!" Slappy instructed her nephew, while she opened the front door, just in time for the projectile to pass. Skippy opened the back door, and the rocket passed through the house without exploding...
KABLAAAM!
…until it impacted on Candy Chipmunk's house, destroying it almost completely.
"And I moved away from the dynamite's factory for this?" Candy, dizzy and blackened, said before vanishing. Slappy looked at her, smiling.
"Well, at least that explosion wasn't wasted. Okay, it's my turn." Slappy took a ridiculously large bazooka out from her purse, and aimed at Walter.
"Like that skunk girl says…Fire at the hole!" Slappy exclaimed, and then made her shot. Walter, however, instead of getting scared, smiled, and pressed a button of the first remote he took out. The projectile moved against him, and…
BOOOOM!
The explosion created a massive dust's cloud. After a few moments, it cleared, revealing a smiling Walter on his undamaged vehicle, surrounded by a glass' box. Slappy and Skippy gasped.
"You like it, stupid squirrel? Is the "Acme Calamity-Proof Safety Box"; ironically, it was designed by one of your students, and then sold to Acme, so it's far securer than most of their products. This glass is the same type thatcrazy coyoteuses for protection on his classes, and can stand anything less powerful than a nuclear weapon." Walter explained.
Now Slappy was really worried; Walter had a very powerful weapon, and a very effective defense. If Calamity was at least half as smart as Wile, that box would be nearly indestructible, and, at the distance Walter was, Slappy wouldn't be able to attack him before he could active the box's mechanism.
"Want to hear the best part? I launched a disabled missile. The others have the "Acme Avery 2000 Location System". Once I program them to find a specific target, they will locate it no matter what you do. And, right now, I'm programming one with the target "Squirrel" on it." Walter said, smirking. Then, he pressed another button of the first remote, and the box disappeared inside the rectangle. A moment later, he sent his second missile.
KABLAAAAAMMM!
Slappy was able to stop this attack by intercepting the rocket with one from her bazooka, causingboth projectilesto explode at mid-way. The explosion was quite strong, and actually succeeded in sending Slappy to the ground. Skippy gasped in fear, and gave a terrified look at Walter, who was preparing for his next attack. The little squirrel ran next to his aunt, and tried to make a brave face, while taking out two grenades from his body's pocket, ready to stop next missile if needed. Then, an imperious voice interrupted the fight.
"Stop now, Grandpa!" Walter turned around to see Wally, a few feet away from him. The old wolf scowled at him while activating his defensive shield.
"So, you are here, traitor! Well, Wallace, I'm giving you a last chance. Help me blast these squirrels, or move out of my way! Otherwise, forget that you have a great-grandpa!" Walter menaced him. Wally glared at him, and dashed in front of the vehicle.
"If you want to blast them, you'll need to bomb me first! And you aren't fast enough to get me, grandpa…and this time, I'm saying "grandpa" as an insult!" Wally said, crossing his arms. Walter growled at him, and made a few adjustments on his next missile; this time, the target was "Wolf".
"Then, I'll blast you, little imbecile! No toon is fast enough to escape these locating missiles, boy!" Walter said while pressing two commands on his remotes; one to set down the shield, and other to launch his rocket. Wally then took a tape recorder out from his body's pocket, and pressed a button. The soundtrack of "The Flash" TV series was heard.
"Not even the Fastest Mutt Alive?" Wally said while spin-changing into his WolFlash's outfit. Less than a second later, he was zooming away, with the rocket in hot pursuit, until both he and the missile were out of sight.
"That will handle him. Now, back to business." Walter said, satisfied. He was about to activate his remote control, when a red blur passed next to him. A moment later, Walter realized his control was gone!
"Looking for this one, grandpa?" Walter looked in front of him, and gasped when saw Wally holding his remote. Then, he turned back, and saw the rocket he had sent against Wally flying towards him. Scared, Walter looked for his second remote.
"Oh, I have that one too. You activate it how, like this?" Wally showed that remote to Walter as well, and pressed the button that activated the shield…when the rocket was flying inside.
BABLAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!
Slappy and Skippy, watching from their house, smiled when they saw the dust's cloud trappped inside the box. Wally turned down the shield, and waved his paws at high speed to clear the cloud; once he was done, Walter was perfectly visible on the middle of the rectangle, totally blackened and bruised, surrounded by the debris from his vehicle.
"It tickles..." Walter said before fainting. Wally spin-changed back to normal, and the squirrels ran next to him.
"Hey, thanks for the rescue, kid. Sorry you had to blast your own grandpa." Slappy told him, with a serious expression.
"It's okay, Slappy. I hated to do it, but I consider my classmates and teachers as a surrogate pack, and nobody messes with a wolf's pack, not even another one." Wally explained, panting. The WolFlash's impersonation was a very exhausting one, and now he was starting to feel it. Skippy noticed this, and moved at one side of the wolf to help him keep his balance.
"Let me help you, Wally...by the way, what are you doing here?" Skippy asked, finally realizing Wally's presence was quite unexpected.
"Actually, I came to talk with you, Skippy. Look, I'm sorry if I had been making you look bad at the classes...honestly, I'm doing it without intention, just trying to do my best, like everybody else." Wally said to the squirrel, looking down. Skippy sighed.
"Well...I guess I had been over reacting. Maybe I should make a bigger effort instead of blaming you for all. Besides, now I owe you a big one." Skippy told him. Slappy then gave him a set of keys, and a few dollars.
"Then, nephew, it's time to pay it... a big one with double cheese at the Weenie Burger, I mean. My deal. Take the car...if you excuse the pun, Wally, you look tired like a dog, so I guess it would be better if Skippy drives you there." Slappy said to the youngsters. Skippy smiled widely; it was the first time he would be allowed to drive his aunt's car without her giving him directions.
"Thanks a lot, Aunt! Don't worry, we'll not even scratch the paint." Skippy said, excited. Wally thanked Slappy, and then started walking to the garage with Skippy. Slappy cleared her throat.
"Oh, and Wally...can you give me that remote? I'll need it to keep an eye on the toasted mutt over there." Slappy informed him.
"Sure, here it is." Wally gave the device to Slappy. The squirrel smiled at him, and, when he and Skippy drove away, she sighed, smiling widely.
"Nice kid. Reminds me a very young Loopy DeLoop. Hard to believe he is Walter's relative...which reminds me..." Slappy gave Walter a look, and smirked.
Skippy and Wally were chatting at the car while heading through the Weenie Burger. Skippy found he was quite funny, and told him many embarrassing stories about Walter; the young squirrel was eager to return home to tell them to his aunt. Suddenly, they noticed two of their classmates…and they didn't like the scene.
Marcus was chasing Hamton, with a furious look. The boy had tried to steal Hamton's money after classes, when nobody was looking at them. The pig refused, since he already have had a similar problem with Max some time ago, and he didn't want to be bullied again, so now Hamton was running to avoid being beat. However, Marcus was faster, and eventually tackled the pig.
"Okay, lard's ball, I want your money, or next thing you'll see will be a meat market!" Marcus menaced Hamton, while raising his fist to add some extra frightening effect.
"I…I don't have to give you anything! You are one grade under mine, so you should respect me!" Hamton said in a hurry, trying to sound brave. Marcus glared at him, and prepared to punch him, when he heard Wally's voice behind him.
"Hey, Marcus, why don't you mess up with someone your own size?" Wally said in a menacing tone. "Let him go, or else!"
Marcus released the pig, and stood in front of the wolf, and smiled when noticed the canine was a little shorter than him. The human cracked his knuckles.
"You mean, like you? Hah! You are nothing compared with me, dog! Since you're not a girl, I can easily beat you without restraining myself." Marcus smirked. Wally couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh, so that's your way to excuse yourself for being so afraid of Hillary! Or, maybe, is to justify the fact Babs and Fifi humiliated you in front of everyone…or Mary almost moped the floor with your body today. Please, Marcus, you are everything but a gentleman, and those girls had kicked your ass fair and cleanly with no effort." Wally said while crossing his arms.
"THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!" Marcus yelled, furious. Wally just shrugged, and took a deep breath.
"Well, I guess I'll need to do a little change." The wolf said while turning his cap backwards.
"Okay, I'm ready." Wally said with a confident face. Marcus looked at him, confused.
"What? That's your great change? No spinning? Just turning your stupid hat?" Marcus said, angry, but still confused.
"Yes. You see, I just made a major spin-change a while ago, so can't do a very elaborate one right now. But there's one change I can dowith a minor effort, and I just need to move my cap this way and see the full moon." Wally explained. Marcus laughed.
"Well, if you hadn't noticed, idiot, it's just four o' clock. We'll have no moon at all for at least three more hours!" Marcus said while advancing against the wolf. Wally pointed to something behind the human.
"I know, but I can use a substitute." Wally informed, and then Marcus and Hamton (who was still on the ground), turned back to see Skippy holding a large round piece of Swiss cheese, lifting it over his head. With a little imagination, it looked a lot like a full moon.
"Cheese? You must be…" Marcus started saying when turned back to see the wolf, but stopped when saw the animal's reaction. Wally's eyes were doing a circling action, and, a second later, he started spinning. Unlike his usual changes, this one ended with a little explosion; when the dust cleared, Marcus gasped. Wally was howling, and now was as big as Arnold, seeming to be just as strong; his clothes were gone, except for the cap; his eyebrows were now thicker, and his snout bigger…and, the most noticeable change, a huge fang from his upper jaw was visible, even with the wolf's snout closed.
"Huh, huh…where is Marcus? Where is he? Oh, here you are…you look delicious today." Wally talked in a silly yet menacing tone, and licked his chops while rubbing his paws together. Marcus gulped, and ran in a panic dash, with Wally right behind him, extending his paws to try catching the boy.
Marcus found a trashcan, and jumped inside it. Then, he took nails and a hammer out from his body's pocket, and started securing the can's cover from the inside, so Wally wouldn't be able to catch him. However, right when he finished, Wally's massive fang stabbed the cover like if it were paper.
On the outside, Wally was holding the can with both paws, and, once his fang was well placed, started spinning the can slowly, mimicking an electric can-opener's action. Once he was done, Wally spitted the cover, and looked inside the can. The wolf snarled at the human, who started begging for his life.
"No! Please, don't eat me, Wally! I'm sorry, really! I'll never bully Hamton or any of your friends again!" Marcus said in a hurry. Wally smiled.
"Huh…okay. But, just to be sure, Skippy and I will send you to do a little trip." Wally chuckled. Next to him, Skippy turned on a series of explosives, and placed them behind Wally. The wolf lifted the can over his head, and thenplaced it over the explosives, with the open side down. He and Skippy moved out of the way, and covered their ears.
WHOOOOSSSHHHHH!
The trashcan elevated, just like a rocket would do it…and once it reached its top height…
KABLAAAAMMMM!
The explosion was quite bright, and, for a moment, it seemed like there were two suns on the sky. Wally took a fast look at them, wearing shades to protect his sight, and then his eyes made the circling effect; a moment later, he spin-changed back to normal, ending with a little explosion again. At that moment, Hamton approached them to thank for the help.
"Hey, thanks a lot, guys! Wally, what character was that one?" Hamton asked.
"Fangface. He was the star of a short-lived cartoon on the Scooby Doo's style, you know, guys traveling around the world solving mysteries and fighting monsters. He was a werewolf, and, since he played a heroic role, I decided to learn this change; because I'm a wolf as well, this change needs almost no effort.. I just have to move the cap backwards, the same way he used his own, and then look at the full moon, or something that reminds me that image… I like using cheese because I usually carry a piece with me, and can eat it when I'm done." Wally explained, chuckling at the last part.
"So that's why you asked me to hold that cheese! Now that I remember, my aunt told me about that cartoon as well, because it was one of the few ones where the wolf wasn't a villain. If I remember right, he changed back to normal by looking at the sun, or something resembling it." Skippy pointed. Wally nodded.
"Yes…and now, since we finished the History lesson…can we go? I'm starving, and somehow I think that piece ofcheese will not be enough." Wally said. Hamton and Skippy chuckled, and the three toons started walking away. When Skippy told the pig they were going to eat hamburgers, Hamton invited himself; he was eager to have a nice meal after that episode with Marcus, and even happier to see Wally and Skippy were in friendly terms.
At the forest, Walter finally recovered his conscience. The moment he opened his eyes, gasped; Slappy was sitting on her couch in front of him, surrounded by enough short-fused bombs to sink Manhattan Island. Slappy smiled, and turned on one bomb. She threw it to Walter, and then activated the shield, with the wolf and the bomb inside the box.
BOOOM!
Slappy turned down the shield, and the dust cleared, revealing an even more injured wolf. She turned on another bomb, and repeated the procedure.
BOOOM!
She did the same thing again.
BOOOM!
Again.
BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
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BOOOM!
Again, with two bombs at the same time.
BOOOM! BOOOM!
"Don't worry, Walter, I'll eventually run out of bombs." Slappy said, keeping her smile,while throwing another one to the wolf. She activated the shield.
BOOOM!
"Of course...then, I can always use my grenades...or my firecrackers...or the dynamite sticks..." Slappy added, while turning down the shield again and preparing another bomb. She repeated the procedure.
BOOOM!
Again...