Sitch of the Living Dummy
Chapter 7
By MaceEcam
I.
Ron slammed the door of his house shut and sighed. Stomping through the living room, he spotted his parents curled up on the couch watching a movie; his mom was anyway, his dad was asleep. With a bit of anger Ron recognized the film; it was almost over.
"Please tell me you to just got home?" Ron asked exasperatedly.
"Mmm?" Ron's mother asked. "No Hun we've been home all day. Why?"
"All day?! Didn't you get my phone call earlier?" Ron demanded.
"Was that you? The phone rang a couple of hours ago but we didn't bother checking it."
"Well that's just helpful." Ron spat out before heading up to his room. As he was about to climb the ladder to his room Ron's dad woke up with a start. "Ronald?" he asked then looked at his watch. "It's late, did you and Kim have a mission?"
"No. I was in jail." Ron answered before climbing the ladder. When he was out of site Mr. Stoppable turned to his wife. "Jail?" He asked alarmed. Mrs. Stoppable laughed it off. "I'm sure he's just exaggerating, like he did back at Wannaweep."
One he was in his room Ron slung his backpack over his chair and untied Slappy, dropping the rope unto the floor. He set the dummy down on his desk. Moving his bag to his bed, he turned his chair around and sat down backwards, facing Slappy.
And he waited.
After several minutes of silence Slappy blinked. He scowled at Ron. "What are you staring at?" he demanded.
"For you to talk." Ron replied. "That's twice today you've gotten me in trouble with Kim. I do NOT take kindly to that."
"Oh cry me a river" Slappy replied. "What are you complaining about anyway, I mean why would you want to date her."
"And what exactly is wrong with Kim?" Ron demanded of him.
"She talks to much. Women with opinions are too much trouble. They don't make good slaves. Now that Tara girl, that's what you should be going for. Dumb, blonde, and she didn't seem to mind your 'hug' earlier today did she?"
"Ok, were done talking about this now. I don't ever want you to talk that way about Kim OR Tara again, got it?"
"Who do you think you are giving me an order, my master? You're my slave dummy, got that."
"Is that so?" Ron asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Very well master, what is your first command?"
Slappy froze. "I-I don't really know. I've never gotten this far." He lifted a hand up and scratched his head. "Usually I'm defeated by this point…"
"Ah ha!" Ron exclaimed. "So you can be defeated! I tricked a dummy, I tricked a dummy." He yelled dancing up and down.
"Keep it down up there!" His mom yelled from the floor below. Not wanting his parents to come up, he stopped jumping. He still had a smile plastered over his face.
"Master, if I may make a suggestion?" Ron asked the dummy. The sudden change in attitude threw Slappy off; but only for a second. He quickly recovered. "What is it?" he demanded.
"How about a paint job? You look awfully scratched, missing paint and everything. I have a basic repair kit for if my last dummy Woody ever got scratched or anything."
Slappy stood up in the chair and climbed onto Ron's desk. He stood looking at himself in the mirror. There were indeed several areas were the paint had faded, or he had gotten chipped. "Yeah…a paint job. That's just what I need to look good as new." He turned to Ron. "You may proceed slave."
With that Ron bent over and looked under his bed feeling for something. As he did this Slappy watched him warily, but when he pulled his arm out holding a briefcase that read "ventriloquist DUMMY REPAIR KIT" on the side he relaxed. Maybe this slave would be different, actually following his orders instead of killing him like all the others.
First Ron pulled out a small black tube. He squeezed a small amount of a toothpaste like substance onto the end of an ear-tip like device; he then gently filled in the various holes in the dummy's wooden form and smoothed the gook out. After it dried, he opened up a small tube of black paint with which to repaint Slappy's head. This took him about half an hour to accomplish. When he was done he then took the different color paints and detailed his face.
"Watch the eyes will you." Slappy snapped at him as Ron reinforced the dummy's eyebrows.
When he was done he stood back and inspected his work. "Not a bad job if I do say so myself." He said. Slappy stood up to look in the mirror.
"What the-"
Ron had made him into a girl. He had painted on top of the dummy a pair of bows, and his mouth had lipstick all over it. His cheeks were rosy red, and he had eye lashes. As Slappy stared at his reflection in horror Ron couldn't help but laugh at him.
"You-you-ALL GET YOU FOR THIS!" The dummy lunged at Ron. Ron ducked out of the way and grabbed Slappy by the feet; spinning he threw Slappy at the spinning blades of his fan. Slappy hit the fan and, with a screech, went flying out of Ron's bedroom window. As the glass broke Ron flinched and listened for the sound of his parents running up to his room to make sure he was ok; but then remembered who he was talking about. Worry about him, yeah right.
Looking out his window Ron saw the dark form of the evil dummy sprawled on the ground below, unmoving. Ron turned back to his room and looked for his pet.
"Come on Rufus, we need to-" then stopped with a start. He had forgotten to get Rufus back from Kim.
II.
"Mom, Dad I'm home" Kim called when she walked into the house. There was no reply, but she could here the TV playing in the family room. Walking in, she spotted her family arrayed around the couch watching Space Battles Chapter Three: Vengeance of the Tish, with the Tweebs on the ground and her parents on the couch.
"Hi everyone," She said dropping her bag on the floor.
"Kimmie, you almost missed family movie night." Her dad said looking up for a moment before returning his attention to the movie.. Her mother looked up as well. "Kim what's wrong?" She asked noticing her daughter's distraught face.
"I had a fight with Ron." She replied. This caught her dad's attention. He jumped up off the couch, grabbed Kim's shoulders and started shaking her widely. "What did he do to you? Do I need to work up the space probe?"
"Honey-HONEY!" Mrs. Dr. Possible interrupted her husband, stopping him from shaking Kim. "You are going to make her dizzy if you don't stop."
"Oh." He said stopping and letting go of Kim. Kim was dizzy; she fell down backwards. As Anne helped her daughter up she turned toward her husband. "Dear why don't you and the boys go out and get some ice cream or something?"
"Come on boys, let's go." James Possible said.
"But dad, we want to watch the rest of the movie!" The Tweebs whined.
"Come now boys, we own it on DVD you can watch it anytime you want." He replied to the as he grabbed his keys and herded them out the door.
As soo as they were out of the door Anne turned toward her daughter. "Alright Kim, spill. What happened?"
And so Kim proceeded to tell her mother about her day, starting that morning with the mission against Monkey Fist, to the fiasoo at school, to her fight against Dementor. At this point she remembered to put in a call to Global Justice to pick up the miniscule villain. In the meantime Mrs. Possible poked some airholes in a plastic jar and put the scientist into the makeshift prison until GJ came to pick him up in the morning.
"And when I got back" Kim continued after they had dealt with Dementor, "Ron had gotten himself arrested for breaking into the store where we bought the dummy. It's ok though!" She added quickly upon seeing her mom's alarmed face, "The owner decided not to press charges so they released him."
"Well that's good"
"No it's not! I mean yes it is good that he got out but…I can't believe he would do those things!"
"Kimmie" Her mom said gently. "What if Ron didn't do it?"
"What?" Kim laughed harshly. "Mom don't tell me believe that his dummy really is alive.
"No, I don't," She admitted. "But I also think brain switch machines are impossible. And that there is no such thing as mutant snowmen." She smiled at her daughter. "Or that best friends since kindergarten would fall in love, though I had hoped for that one."
"Mom!"
"Kimmie, my advice is to cool down, and talk to Ron in the morning. Get the whole story then, before making a judgment."
"Thanks mom." Kim said hugging her mother. She heard a muffled yelp from inside her jacket, and reaching into her pocket she pulled out a naked mole rat, who was a bit miffed at having been woken up.
"Rufus!" Kim exclaimed. "I forgot to give you back to Ron. Sorry"
Rufus looked up between the two women and asked one question.
"Food?"
III.
Grabbing the rope back off of the floor where he had dropped it, Ron climbed down the stairs and created through the living room to the front door. He didn't have to worry about his parents, he had heard them go to bed while he was working on Slappy's new 'paint job'.
Once outside Ron looked around for Slappy; the dummy was no longer where it had landed. Ron spotted Slappy a few feet away; with a bit of amusement Ron realized that the dummy's arm had gotten knocked off and Slappy was busy trying to reattach it. Spotting a loose branch on the ground, Ron picked it up.
"Ah ha!" Slappy exclaimed as he was able to refit his arm into the slot built into his body. His victory was short lived however.
"Hey Slappy" Ron called out to the dummy.
"Wha-" Slappy began as he turned around; the last thing he saw was a large branch slam into his head.
He poked the unmoving form of the dummy with his foot. "Huh. I guess you can knock him out. Doesn't really make a lot of sense….but then again not a lot about a talking dummy does anyway. Oh well."
Using the ropes he had brought down, he quickly tied Slappy's legs together, and his arms to his sides. Then, for good measure, he tied a bit of leftover rope around it's head and into his mouth so that he wouldn't be able to talk if he woke up. Then, slinging the dummy over his back, he got on his scooter and was off.
It took him the better part of an hour to get to his destination, even with the enhanced rockets on his scooter.
He had arrived at the Triton River, or more specifically the Middleton Central Bridge crossing it. The river started up in the hills and mountains north of Upperton before flowing through Upperton; it then passed nearly right through the middle of Middleton before leaving the town. Next the river passed right through the very edge of Lowerton, then a sharp turn left before eventually ending up flowing into the Go City Bay some hundred miles away.
It was here that Ron had brought the dummy to dispose of. Walking to the center of the bridge, he lifted the bundle in his arms high over his head.
"I feel like I should say I few words." He began, then thought for a moment. "Nope, can't think of any." And with that he tossed the dummy into the river. He watched it float for several minutes, until it was out of sight. Then he turned and, climbing back onto his scooter, began the happy ride home.
A/N: The End. Or is it? No, no it's not. Ok, I PROMISE Kim will find out about Slappy next chapter. Maybe. Unless I think of another good scene, in which case probably not. In fact now that I think of it might be two chapters till Kim finds out, or in the very least not till the very end of the next chap. Not making any promises, I only obey my muse. And Neo, I'm pretty much a slave to her every whim. Just don't tell her I said so, she might make me write more Drakkim.
I hope I pulled off all of the scenes nicely. Sorry if I seemed a bit to mean Ron's parents, I just really don't like either of them. I mean, with the exception of a few scenes mostly from season 4 where Ron's dad played an important role, it seems to me that they mostly let the Possible take care of Ron. And the ignoring the phone calls at summer camp, don't even get me started on that!
I feel good with how I displayed Mrs. Possible. She just seems like the type of person who would encourage Kim to listen to the whole story first. Also, I tried to make it seem like Ron was on his way to losing it in this chapter. A man can only be pushed so far by an evil ventriloquist dummy before he snaps, you know?
One more thing. I have no idea whatsoever how you repair a ventriloquist dummy. I looked on the internet for like half an hour and still found squat; what I did find is a mixture of a brief mentioning from one of the Goosebumps books and my own futile imagination.
And now I am going to stop talking, before this A/N gets any longer. I mean it's almost an entire page already you know?