I'm back, guys! Sorry for the delay. I had some Real Life stuff to deal with. Stuff that includes a school project which will effect 1/3 of my grade, a trip out of town, and some other things but you're probably not interested in my real-life follies.
Anyway, I know that I told some of you people that I would update two weeks ago. But here I am, three weeks later, and I'm just NOW updating. So um, yeah, sorry about that.
But don't worry. I made sure to make this chapter extra long so you can read more. Hope you're ready to read!
Enjoy.
Authors Note: My friend was reading this and he brought up some questions about things that he didn't understand. Since, I never really explained thoroughly, I might as well do so now.
First of all, this story takes place in a fictional alternate universe that's parallel to our own. Everything in this alternate universe is the same as ours (same people, same companies, same presidents.) Just like there's a Warner Bros. Studio in real life there is ALSO one in this dimension.
The only difference is that in THEIR universe, cartoon characters exist and are actors, whereas cartoon characters in real life are fictional and are drawn on paper.
As for the whole '20 years equals 2 years thing', that I can explain as well. You see, since cartoon characters are 2-dimensional, they have a different sense of time than humans, who are three dimensional.
Time flows differently for them because of this fact, so when they said that they were staying together for 2 years, they were telling the truth, but to the 3-dimensional people of the world, they were staying together for 20 years.
It may be kind of confusing but just go with it since I kind of made that up. I just figured that if they had 2-dimensional bodies in a 3-dimensional realm, then time would flow differently for them. It's not important so don't strain yourself trying to understand if you don't get it.
Lastly, the characters are anthros in this. Does that mean they wear clothes? Well, yes and no. Most anthropomorphic cartoon characters can wear clothes but it's optional. Unlike humans, who HAVE to wear clothes all the time, anthros don't really need to wear clothes so if they wear something, it's usually because they just feel like it. Not because they have to.
Since most anthros don't really have 'private bodies', clothes isn't really mandatory. There are exceptions though. Although most of the male characters only have clothes as optional, some of the female characters do have 'private places' so some will at least have to wear a shirt (and pants in some cases).
Just think of it like the Looney Tunes Show (that is if you actually watch the Looney Tunes Show. I do. The Looney Tunes Show is awesome). In the Looney Tunes Show, most of the male characters (like Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck) don't have 'privates' and clothes is merely an option for them.
On the other hand, most of the female characters (like Lola Bunny and Tina Russo) wear clothes because they DO have privates. (i.e. Ariel having to wear a shirt and pants as opposed to Tom, Butch, Meathead, and Lightning, who don't wear anything at all.)
Basically the times that anthros really will wear clothes all the time is during the winter time when snow is falling down and they'll need to get warm (then you'll get to see Tom's obsession with black clothing! He's a goth. Remember that.)
Disclaimer: You may or may not know this (if you don't then you are stupid), but I don't own Tom and Jerry.
Dark Fox Tailz came up with the idea for the fight. My friend, Mystery (That is not his real name), came up with the idea for the prank war. The mouse-eating monkey was inspired by an idea from brb-out-ferreting. And I came up with the idea for this story. Everything else belongs to Warner Brothers and Turner Entertainment and anyone else who has something to do with the ownership of Tom and Jerry.
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Insanity Chapter 13: Family Reunion Part 3
It didn't take long for Jerry's disposition to return to normal. This was good since an angry Jerry was almost as scary as an angry Tom.
The little mouse wandered around the hallways and was constantly greeting several cats (though he made sure to stay away from the monkey at all costs).
The mouse was about to walk through the hallway when he heard voices.
"You cheating bag of trash!" a voice said.
The shout made him stop. Who was that? He briefly wondered if it was Tom since he was the only one he knew who talked like that. But it wasn't Tom as the gray goth cat was downstairs doing who knows what with Butch. Meathead, and Lightning.
"Stop being a sore loser! You lost so pay up!" another voice said.
Jerry wasn't sure if he wanted to see what was going on. His inner logic told him to keep going and to not look back. His curiosity on the other hand got the better of him.
"Man, this reeks! How is this guy winning all the time?!" a third voice said.
"I'm just lucky, that's all." the first voice said.
"That's a load of garbage. You cheated and you know it!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Is that all you have to say for yourself, you lying bucket of slime! Give me back my dad-gum money before I hurt you!"
"No. I won it fair and square. It's MY money now!"
"Fair and square' my tail! You cheated somehow!"
"Yeah, what he said!"
"You two both suck… losers."
Jerry could hear the sound of a table being turned over and it slammed to the ground. Poker cards flew everywhere.
"I'm not playing this freaking game with you anymore!" he said.
Jerry threw all caution to the wind and opened the door. What he saw surprised him however.
He expected to see a couple of badly tempered adults. What he didn't expect to see was children (little kids, couldn't be older than 12).
"Hey, who's that?" came the voice of the orange cat.
"Don't know. He's kind of small. Maybe we should use him for target practice" the black one said as he held out some darts.
These were the trouble makers that Butch warned him about. While they were driving here, Butch said that the best way to prolong his life would be to stay away from these kids. And now, every instinct in him was telling him to run like heck.
He ignored his instincts, however, as he refused to be intimidated by 12 year olds (even if these 12 year olds were bigger than him). But when the black kitty started throwing darts at him, Jerry gulped before running away.
Unfortunately, the yellow cat took a glass bowl and covered it over Jerry so that he was trapped like a rat, or in this case, a mouse.
(I watched every cartoon with the kitty triplets in them and I couldn't find out their names. So I gave them my own. The yellow one is Zack. The black one is Black, and the orange one is Jack. I know it's the same name as Jack Nobody and the Jack from Tom and Jerry's Giant Adventure. But I like the name and it rhymes with the other two so just keep it.)
"Well, what do you know? A little mouse freak." the yellow cat, Zack, said.
Jerry felt insulted. "Hey!" he said defiantly. "You take that back!"
The three cats looked at him in surprise.
"Hey! It talks!" the orange cat, Jack, said.
"This must be a Cartoon mouse. Makes sense since Real mice don't look this ugly." Zack said.
"UGLY?!" Jerry shouted.
"Well, I guess that means we can't eat him…" Black said.
"I don't know. I've never tasted a Cartoon mouse before. Could be tasty." Jack said.
Jerry gulped.
"Nah. Let's not do that. I've got a better idea…" Zack said while looking nastily at Jerry.
Jerry paled.
This couldn't possibly end well.
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The refrigerator door was wide open as the small mouse and the pup foraged through it.
"Wibble-doogle-dee" Tyke hummed to himself as he ate a rancid chili dog. Quickly gobbling it up, Tyke searched for more chili dogs and gobbled them all down.
Nibbles helped himself to some leftover Mac and Cheese, along with some hamburgers and chicken.
Soon, all of the food began to diminish as the two hungry kids gobbled up everything in sight. Neither of them felt the need to warm up anything in the microwave. Nibbles didn't care if it was hot or cold so long as it was food. Tyke didn't care what he ate, period.
Spike was snoring on the table and didn't notice the kids at work. Nobody noticed the big fat man enter the room.
Slowly, Santa sneaked into the room with an ax in his hand. Seeing that Spike was asleep, Santa eased into the kitchen and spied the two kids that were in the refrigerator.
With a malicious grin, he slowly walked toward them. Finally, he was right behind them and they were too busy eating to notice him.
The fat man raised his ax and was about to bring it down…
Nibbles smacked his lips as he threw a banana peel in the air. The peel landed on Santa's face, and the man took the peel off and threw it to the ground.
Then he walked forward and was about to attack… when he slipped on the same banana peel that he threw down, and he ended up sliding out of the room. Santa slid across the floor and screamed as he fell down into the basement, hitting every stair until he hit the ground.
His scream of pain echoed through the walls.
"Did you hear something?" Nibbles asked.
"Nope" Tyke said as he ate a moldy chili dog.
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After meeting and greeting with several of their cousins, Tom, Butch, Meathead, and Lightning sat down on the couch to watch the football game on TV. Well, Butch, Meathead, and Lightning were on the couch. Tom was trying to get on the couch but the three wouldn't let him.
"I told you to make room for me, you stupid fools!" Tom said.
"Stupid' and 'fool' mean the same thing, Tom. Stop being redundant." Butch said.
"Yeah, what he said." Meathead said.
"You don't even have the brains to know what 'redundant' means, you ignoramus." Tom said.
"Ignor-what?" Meathead asked.
"You just proved my point. And YOU need to make room for me before I push you off the couch!" Tom said, turning to Butch.
"There's no room, Tom." Lightning said.
"Make room, darn it!" Tom said.
"Tom, just sit in that chair over there." Butch said while pointing to a chair.
The others suddenly started to smile.
Tom shook his head.
"Look, Tom! Just sit in that chair! The chair won't kill you" Butch said.
Meathead started giggling. Lightning slapped him.
Tom narrowed his eyes.
"What are you hiding?" he asked.
"Nothing! I'm just asking you to sit in the chair. There's nothing weird about that!" Butch said.
"No. You're hiding something. And why should I sit in that chair?" Tom said.
Lightning cut in, "Tom. Stop being so suspicious of everyone. You know what your problem is? You're too paranoid to trust anyone. All we're asking is for you to sit in the chair because there's no room on the couch."
Tom crossed his arms. Then, Ariel walked into the room. Feeling the need to sit down, the female walked to the only free chair in the room, which was the chair that the others wanted Tom to sit in.
Butch's eyes widened.
"Wait! Ariel! Don't sit in that chair!" Butch said.
It was too late.
Ariel sat down, and the minute she did, a spring came up from the chair and threw her into the air and she smashed into the wall with enough force to knock down a picture frame.
Little imaginary birds were flying around her head as she fell to the ground.
Butch, Meathead, and Lightning looked at each other.
"Uh oh." they said simultaneously.
Ariel slowly got up, and without a word, she walked to the chair and picked it up in her arms and she used it to hit Butch, Meathead, Lightning, and Tom as if it was a baseball bat.
After slamming the chair on their heads, Ariel walked out of the room, muttering things under her breath.
The four boys groaned.
Tom rubbed his head before turning to the other three.
"I assume you made that one for me, brothers?" Tom asked.
"Yes. But we meant for it to catch you. Not Ariel," replied Butch.
"So, that's what you were up to." Tom muttered.
"Doesn't matter. We set pranks all over the house just for you so you'll get caught eventually." Lightning said.
Tom laughed.
"Oh, you actually thought that I would fall for your little traps! I know when you're up to something and I knew you did something to that chair even before you told me to sit in it. And there's a bigger chance of pigs being able to fly under their own power than there is of me falling for your lame tricks" Tom said smugly.
"Is that so?" questioned Butch darkly.
"So you just wasted your time with those pranks." Tom said as he walked off, before falling down a trap door that led to the basement.
"AAAAAAAGH!" Tom screamed.
The other three laughed as they heard the sound of Tom hitting the ground.
Butch ran to the trap door.
"Hey, sibling? Remember when you said that you couldn't fall for any of these traps? Well, this trap door you fell in begs to differ" he said smugly.
"I HATE YOU ALL!" Tom screamed.
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"Uggggh," Tyke groaned.
Santa chuckled to himself. After recovering from his fall down the stairs, the fat man decided to hide in the trash can. With his enormous girth, it should've been impossible for him to fit in the trash can, but somehow he accomplished it.
"How old were those chili dogs?" Nibbles asked when Tyke started feeling sick and groaning. This was a shock since Tyke could eat about anything and stomach it. After all, he once saw Tyke eat (I kid you not) an old 8 month old chili dog with pork meat and maggots and bugs crawling around it, and it had been soaked in sewer water and touched by rats after falling into the sewer system and it had mold growing all over it and he felt completely fine afterwards (sometimes Tuffy swore that Tyke could feel no pain, internal nor external pain. That, and the pup could stomach anything!).
So, why was he feeling pain now?
"Um… 3 weeks" Tyke said.
"That doesn't sound so bad." Nibbles said.
"Or, maybe it was three years? I can't remember" Tyke said.
Oh. Tyke had eaten about 20 chili dogs that have been in the refrigerator for three years…
That explains things…
Tyke grabbed his stomach as a new wave of pain came over him.
"Should I get Uncle Spike?" Nibbles asked, unsure of whether or not Tyke needed help (he was six years old. He didn't know how to deal with these situations!)
"I… need… to…" Tyke suddenly leaned in the trash can and vomited for all he was worth.
2 minutes later, Tyke wiped his mouth as the last of the bile came out of his mouth.
Tyke was feeling a little better if not extremely tired and in more than a little pain.
"Come on. Let's see Uncle Spike. He can take you to a doctor or something…" Nibbles said as he dragged Tyke out of the room.
Moments later, Santa jumped out of the trash can screaming. He was covered in vomit from head to toe. That, and Santa learned first hand that inhaling someone else's vomit and swallowing it was a very nasty experience.
Not caring if it was Tap Water or not, Santa turned on the sink and drank the sink water until he felt bloated.
Man, he never wanted to taste vomit in his mouth again, especially not someone else's vomit.
Feeling dizzy and more than a little sick, Santa wobbled around and fell out the same window that Tom shot up earlier. Even though it was the first floor, the fall was still about 40 feet. Probably because of the grass hill that was going downward which meant that Santa was in for a long drop.
By the time he finished rolling in the grass, he was covered in grass stains, dirt, and vomit. His looks were identical to the way he felt.
Santa just laid there.
Next to him were the broken remains of a coffee machine that Tom threw out the window. He coughed up vomit mixed with blood as he sat there in misery. He didn't even care that his trademark red Santa cap had flown off.
Eventually, one of his elf minions walked up to him.
"Um, boss. Are you alright?" the elf said.
Santa looked at him.
"Do I look alright to you?! I nearly drowned in vomit, I fell out of a broken window, and hit the dirty ground forty feet below. I'm feeling sick and I think I may have fractured a bone or two or three or ten. I'm dirty, bloody, and I have a pup's vomit dripping out of my ears. So I'll ask again. DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?!"
Santa punched him and walked off.
"I will get that pup! Just you watch! As soon as I get my hands on him, I will strangle him and kill him!" Santa screamed.
"WHOA! Boss, watch the language you can't say 'kill' you can only say 'destroy' or 'defeat' and stuff or else we won't be rated K!" another elf minion said.
"I thought it was K+? Isn't that like Everyone 10 and up? I'm pretty sure I heard the word 'kill' at least once in an Everyone 10 and Up rating…" elf number three said.
"Well, 'kill' is not a good word for kids…" elf number 2 said.
"You mean kids under the age of 10. Besides, I don't see what the big deal is! It means the EXACT same thing as destroy so can't we say that? Plus, I'm pretty sure that that word was used before in this fanfic…"
"Yeah, but it was by Tom Cat and he's an exception. The author wants him to be as big of a jerk as he can be without actually being evil so…"
"Isn't evil a relative term? Personally, I think that Tom guy is very evil. Evil is not good. It ruins the soul."
"WE'RE EVIL, YOU FOOL!"
"Oh yeah. Well, I'm not too evil am I?"
"I ought to slap you for being so dumb!"
"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP!" Santa said.
"Shut up, fat man! We're having an argument here!" elf number 1 said.
"YEAH! We're trying to determine what's appropriate for kids and what's not!" Elf 3 said.
Santa sat down on their heads and they were so flattened by the weight of his booty that they passed out.
"Hey! You shouldn't say 'booty'! You should say 'behind' or 'rear end'!" another elf said.
Santa sat on him too and that was the end of that…
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Jerry was miserable. At least the Triplets weren't throwing darts at him, but that didn't make him feel better.
'Zack' and his two siblings had dragged him to their private game room, where they were making him do their bidding.
Jerry felt humiliated as he waved a grass leaf back and forth as if it was a fan as the kittens were enjoying some lemonade. It didn't help that they had forced him to wear a pink dress. Jerry irritably picked at the lace and doilies all over the pink dress and scowled thunderously.
"I'll take one more cup of lemonade, little lady!" Jack said.
Jerry threw the leaf down.
"I'm not your waiter and I'm NOT A GIRL!" Jerry screamed.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Jack screamed, fire in his eyes. Literally.
After using a fire extinguisher to stop his eyes from burning, he said, "You do what you're told, when you you're told! Or else, I'm going to post this picture of you in a dress to every computer in the country!" he said.
"You'd do that?" Jerry asked, horrified.
"No. I'd post a picture of you kissing Tom for good measure" Jack said.
"I've never kissed Tom! I'm not gay, despite what all the fanfictions would lead you to believe!" Jerry said.
"True. But with current technology, I can doctor a picture so that it looks like you're kissing Tom. If the public, press, and paparazzi think that you and Tom are into each other then you'll never live it down! You'll live in shame for the rest of your life! Of course, that could all be avoided if you'd just make me some flippin' lemonade!" Jack said.
"Jerk…" Jerry mumbled as he poured a cup of lemonade.
He handed it to him.
"Now that's more like it. Keep up the good work, slave" Jack said as he brought the lemonade to his lips.
"I hope you choke…" Jerry muttered.
"What did you say?" Zack got in Jerry's face.
The older Jerry might've cowered in fear and obeyed their every whim. Of course, that was before the Tom and Jerry cartoon was created and he had moved in with Tom as a roommate. One good thing about living with Tom and Butch is that it taught him to grow a backbone.
"Back off!" Jerry said, puffing out his chest.
"Aw, look! The mouse is trying to act tough!" Zack said.
"I said back off!" Jerry punched Zack in the eye and the yellow cat began screaming in pain.
Jerry jumped off the table and stomped on Zack's foot, causing him to jump in the air and fall on Jack.
Black began chasing him around the room.
"Gotcha!" Black said as he caught him in his hand.
This was a mistake, as Jerry opened his mouth and clamped down hard on Black's hand. Black screamed and let go.
His hand was bleeding.
Jack was certainly surprised. His slave had gone crazy!
"Agh, that son of a dog bit my hand! Catch that mouse! Catch him!" Black screamed.
Jack and Zack ran after Jerry, who jumped on the counter and grabbed a pot.
"Hey Zack! Scream if this hurts!" Jerry said.
Zack was running as Jerry swung the pot and smashed it into Zack's face. Zack screamed. Jerry nodded in a satisfied manner.
"I guess that hurt" he said.
Jack was the only one left as he tried to catch Jerry. The little mouse ran to a closed door and slipped under the door and Jack collided with the door. The furious cat opened the door and looked inside. Unknown to him, Jerry was hanging on to the door and when it opened, Jerry kicked the cat in the room and closed the door. But not before throwing a stick of dynamite in the room.
There was an explosion and Jack opened the door with blackened fur. The kitty fell to the ground.
Jerry rubbed the dust off of his hands with a smile on his face. He sure showed them!
Then, the door opened and Jerry heard a gasp.
"Jack! Black! Zack! What have you done to my sons!" she screamed.
Uh oh. This must have been… Tom's mother.
He was in trouble now.
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Butch, Meathead, and Lightning were still rolling around like bloated termites by the time Tom had finally gotten out of the trap door.
"Ah, that was priceless" Butch said as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"I wish I had recorded that! That was so funny!" Lightning said.
"Yeah… a real laugh riot" sneered the goth of the family.
He would get these losers back. No one pranked Tom Cat and came out of it unscathed.
"Come on, Tom! Where's your sense of humor?" Meathead asked.
"I have no sense of humor" Tom said.
This statement was ironic since his main occupation was acting in a comedy cartoon. Tom watched them darkly as his brothers got over their case of giggles. He narrowed his eyes.
This will not go unpunished.
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"TYKE! Are you okay? Speak to me, son!" Spike said.
Spike was holding Tyke, who looked very pale. Spike turned to Nibbles.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, we came down here to get a bite to eat because we were hungry. You were asleep so we just went in the refrigerator and grabbed some food to eat. I think that maybe Tyke ate a little too many rotten chili dogs that were 3 years old. Why did you go three years without taking the food out?" Nibbles asked.
"It's not me! Butch is the one who is supposed to clean the refrigerator out! And now my boy is sick because of that cat! I'm gonna get him if it's the last thing I do!" Spike said.
"Are you sure you aren't just trying to shift the blame to someone else?" Nibbles asked.
"Quiet! We need to take Tyke to a doctor! Come on, boy! Let's get in the car!" Spike said as he grabbed Tyke and went to the garage.
"Which car are we taking?" Nibbles asked.
There were about a hundred cars in the garage. Each one was a different style and/or color.
Of course, they never really used many of the cars except for their old mini-van. But their mini-van got destroyed during the quest, and the only other car that they liked to use was wrecked by Butch when he drove it into the back of a school bus.
Of course, they still had the car that Jack Nobody gave them but that was the car that Tom, Butch, and Jerry were taking to the family reunion.
They had other cars but they almost never used them unless it was a special event and they wanted to look fancy. There was nothing wrong with the cars themselves, it's just that no one wanted to drive them.
Spike was always afraid of crashing into something and scratching the paint or something. Jerry hated being fancy. He said it made him feel like one of those snobby rich arrogant jerks that you see on TV. Butch would rather walk if he felt like it, and Tyke was too young to drive.
The only one who didn't have fear of driving was Tom, and that wasn't even an option since he wasn't even here. Spike tried to convince him to get themselves a chauffeur to drive them around (and a butler as well), but Tom always declined.
He always claimed that butlers and chauffeurs were for people who were too weak or too lazy to do the job with their own two hands. Besides, the last butler that they had had quit the job after the first day. Nobody blamed him.
"I guess we'll just take this one" Spike said.
"Cool! I've never rode in a convertible before!" Nibbles said, jumping in the backseat and kicking his legs. Spike placed Tyke next to him and buckled their seatbelts. Then, Spike got in the driver's seat.
"Well, here's hoping I don't crash." Spike said.
He backed the car up slowly and began to drive out of the garage. It wasn't long until they had made it onto the streets.
It had been a while since they had took one of their fancier cars, and as such, Spike felt more than a few people staring at them. He felt uncomfortable.
He hated it when people stared at him like a celebrity. Well, he was an actor that starred in a famous TV show that lived in a mansion with a lot of money, so technically, he WAS a celebrity. Even now, Spike could see several flashes of cameras.
At least things weren't as bad as they were a year ago when the paparazzi wouldn't leave them alone. Spike never understood why people liked the paparazzi and thought they were cool.
Well, some of them were nice about taking their pictures. Heck, some of them asked for permission before taking a picture.
But most of them were jerky snobs who liked to invade your personal privacy and take your picture whether you wanted them to or not. Things got really out of control last year. Back then, Spike couldn't even take a bath without having a paparazzo trying to sneak in and get a picture.
Tom continuously threatened to kill the paparazzi who invaded their personal privacy but they never took his threats seriously. Until one day, Tom followed through on his threat and chucked a bomb at the last group of paparazzi who invaded their privacy.
They never saw a paparazzo attempt to invade their privacy again.
It was understandable, since no one wanted to take a picture of someone who hurled explosives at you. If it were anyone else, they would've been arrested for assaulting the paparazzi in such a violent way but Tom never got in trouble for some reason.
There was a time when he destroyed half the city with a tank because he felt bored and had nothing else to do and he never got in a single ounce of trouble.
I mean, how do you destroy half of the city with a military tank and not get in trouble?!
Even now, Spike still can't figure it out.
Soon, their car had drove onto the highway and kept on driving until they came to a bridge where Santa Claus and his elf minion were waiting.
"Aha!" Santa said, a chainsaw in hand, "Now I'll finally get rid of those dogs once and for all!"
"What are you going to do?" the elf asked.
"I'm going to cut off a piece of this bridge, so that when those fools come driving this way, they'll end up driving off the bridge and to their deaths!" Santa explained while he was cutting off the bridge.
The Christmas idol and his minion jumped off the highway and watched as the car carrying Spike and Tyke came up to the gap... and kept on going because they were in the left lane whereas Santa had cut off a part of the right lane.
"Ooh! Epic fail!" the Elf said.
"Wait a second…" Santa grumbled, "If that wasn't the lane the Bulldogs were driving on then that must mean…"
Santa looked, wide eyed and mouth gaping open, as a car with innocent people came driving up on the lane with the gap!
"Darn," Santa mumbled, "I've got to save those people!"
"Why? We're evil!" the Elf said.
"I may be evil but I'm no murderer." Santa said.
"Then what were you trying to do with those dogs just now?!" the Elf said.
"That's different." Santa said.
"Um, no, I don't think it is." the elf said.
And so Santa, with more speed than ever thought possible for someone as fat as him, jumped in the middle of the highway, lodged himself in the gap, and pretty much served as a temporary part of the bridge as the car ran over him. When he climbed back down, his sides were covered in tire marks, his body was squashed beyond belief, and he was pretty ticked off.
"I wonder if the Joker and his minions ever have this problem." the elf said.
All Santa did was look to where Spike had drove off and shout, "I'M GONNA KILL THOSE DOGS EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!"
"That might happen sooner rather than later." the elf said.
"Shut up!" Santa said as he walked off, a new plan formulating in his head.
- end of chapter -
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There was going to be a fight in this chapter but then my friend came to me with the idea of them having a prank war with each other. I loved the idea and decided to use it, so next chapter we'll get to see the pranks and the fight. Also, more of Santa's revenge coming up.
In the meantime, please enjoy this sneak preview of the next chapter. You might need it since I don't know when I'll update next.
I'd say a week from now but I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. Besides, it'll probably end up being two weeks from now.
Keep on reviewing!
Your reviews inspire me to keep going!
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Sneak Preview of 'Family Reunion Part 4':
Lightning was trying to wipe the pie off of his face. Meathead had honey on his bottom and he still had the taste of mud in his mouth. Butch looked at his pink fur, and Tom glanced at the bump on his head.
Each of these were the results of a long and brutal prank war.
The four brothers stared at each other with deep loathing.
"You are SO DEAD!" they shouted at the same time and they jumped at each other. They started fighting each other on the floor, punching and kicking and biting as they piled up and hit each other.
Meanwhile, Jerry was still running away from the Triplets who were being chased by Tom's mother, who despite her older age, could still run fast.
Ariel was shaking her head as she watched this display of savagery while some of her cousins were making bets on who would win the fight.
The four brothers were scratching each other like wild animals, punching and screaming along the way. They threw each other into walls and body slammed each other. They were at their worst.
They sharpened their claws as they scratched each other and tore down the house along with them.
"I'll crush you like bugs!" Meathead said.
"I'll rip you apart!" Lightning said.
"I'll tear you to pieces!" Butch said.
"I'll rip out your lungs and carve out your eyes! I'll rend your flesh and burn your remains as I tear out your hearts and eat them!" Tom said.
The others stopped and looked at Tom, while paling at the vivid imagery,
"Tom. Are you aware that kids are reading this?" Lightning asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Tom said.
"No reason. Just checking."
Meathead turned to Lightning and punched him in the face. This was the signal for the fight to continue.
And fight they did!
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If you want to see more fighting and chasing and craziness then just review and I'll try to update as soon as possible.
Fun Facts:
1: I first watched Tom and Jerry when I was real little and I got a Tom and Jerry DVD for my birthday. It was one of the first cartoons that I had ever watched and I'm still a fan to this day…
2: When I first came up with the idea for this story, BUTCH was supposed to be the one who was gothic. Not Tom.
3: My favorite quotes from the Tom and Jerry Show:
Ginger: Daddy's gonna miss you too!
Rick: I'm not gonna miss that cat!
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Duckling: Boy, you're lucky you landed on your feet!
Tom walks off and gets hit by a train.
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Toodles: I'm starving.
Jerry's girlfriend: Me too.
(Toodles looks at Jerry's girlfriend)
Jerry's girlfriend: What are you looking at, sister?
Toodles: The appetizer.
Jerry's girlfriend: Hmph. You want an appetizer? I'll give you an appetizer!
(Jerry's girlfriend throws a candle in Toodles' mouth. Chase scene starts)
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Ginger: Oh, I'm sure Tom didn't mean to hurt Daddy.
Rick: I'm not this cat's daddy!
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(Tom gets killed. His ghost comes out)
Tom's 6th ghost: Nine lives and that stinking mouse has taken down six of us! You ought to be ashamed.
(Tom is on his 7th life as he dusts himself off. Then, he gets hit by a flying chimney and dies again. He gets up, gets knocked on the head, and dies again. Two ghosts come out.)
Tom's 7th ghost: That's gotta be a record! I was alive for like two seconds!
Tom's 8th ghost: Hey, you're lucky. I didn't even get that!
All ghosts: You've got one life left! Be careful, Tom!
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And that's a wrap! Thank you for reading and have a nice Mammy Two-Shoes free day! No seriously, Mrs. Two Shoes sucks. I'm glad they replaced her.