Well, here's another chapter! Hope you all enjoy it.
(I still own nothing.)
Chapter 2
The next few days, Whiskers busied himself in hunting down the perfect herbs to serve his purposes. After all, Brandy had created a youth gel, hadn't she? All he had to do was keeping trying different plants until he found the right ones. Only trouble was he didn't have anyone but himself to test them on. More often than not he ended up a different color, size or shape, or sometimes even worse. But he was undeterred; he knew he was getting close.
Finally one night, after days of searching and testing, Whiskers believed he'd found the perfect combination of herbs for his experiment. He was beginning to feel like a scientist! He rushed home with his herbs as fast as he could and swung the door open, but cringed when he heard a thud. He looked around behind the door to see Brandy on the floor, holding her head and looking very dizzy.
"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, Brandy!" Whiskers cried, as he helped her up. "You're not gonna yell at me, are you?"
Brandy shook her head—both to get rid of her double vision and to reply "no." "Don't worry about it," she said. "I mean, normally I'd yell but I'm kinda in a hurry."
Whiskers looked down and finally noticed Brandy was wearing a new dress. It was white, with a grey stripe across the chest, with a short skirt and thin straps over her shoulders. "Where ya going?" he asked.
"It's this new hangout Lola told me about," Brandy replied, and checked her makeup in her compact mirror. "It's called the Purple Pit."
"Purple Pit? Sounds like what happened that time I got into the finger paints and had a bad itch." He raised his arm to reveal a purple stain underneath.
"Okay, I so didn't need that image. But really Whiskers, it's an awesome place. It reminds me of the clubs back home. You know… I guess you could come, if you promised not to embarrass me, or tell anyone you know me."
"Oh, as tempting as that sounds, Brandy, I think I'd rather stay home. I don't think I'd be the hip, swinging nightclub type."
Brandy shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, suit yourself," she said as she headed out the door. "But, the Purple Pit really isn't so bad. I mean, it's really just a quiet little innocent hang out for friends to get together, ya know?"
Later, at the so called "quiet little innocent hangout" known as the Purple Pit, Sugar Toad music blared from several speakers as purple fireflies dimly lit the room for the many animals assembled to dance.
Brandy, along with Lola, Cheryl and Meryl, and Margo, sat together at a corner table, listening to the music and watching for cute boys to dance with.
"Isn't this place great?" Lola asked.
"You bet!" Cheryl replied. "This place has incredible music!"
"Uh-uh," Meryl said with a shake of her head, "The cute boys that come here are the best part!"
"No, it's the music!" Cheryl growled.
"You wantin' a fight?" Meryl asked, getting right into Cheryl's face.
"Oh, you better watch yourself!" The two sisters began to fight, as usual, and Brandy just rolled her eyes.
"So, couldn't get carrot-breath to come?" Margo asked. "Thank goodness."
"Oh, leave Whiskers alone, Margo," said Brandy. "I mean, I know he's a total dork in every conceivable way, but he's not all bad."
"Still," Lola added, "maybe it is best he didn't come. I don't think it would be his kind of place."
"Oh, I don't know." Brandy rested her head in her hands. "Lately, I've come to think Whiskers is the kind of rabbit who can surprise you. Who knows? Maybe at this very minute he's headed to some kind of secret rendezvous…"
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It was at this time that Whiskers was sneaking from the jungle back into the tree house, under the cover of darkness, to bring the last of the ingredients. He tip-toed across the jungle floor, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. But, oddly enough, there seemed to be a loud, squeaky noise whenever he took a step, despite the fact he was barefoot, and walking on a dirt path. He paused a moment to scratch his head in confusion at this, then hurried to the tree house with his last ingredient.
"Tonight's the big night," he said as he shut the door tight behind him, and set to work mixing the ingredients.
"Well, everything's ready," he said as he looked at a coconut shell cup filled with the elixir he had created. "Time for the big test." He swallowed nervously before getting up the nerve to put the cup to his lips and drink.
At first, there was no reaction. He sat down and stared at his paws, puzzled that nothing had happened. But then, he began to feel strange. His heartbeat seemed to speed up, and become louder. He began to breathe harder and faster, when suddenly a pain agitated his limbs, causing him to fall out of his chair. He crawled along the floor, as the pain intensified, and his heart began to sound like a drum in his ears. He gasped for air, as he crawled to the bunk bed and pulled himself up to look into one of Brandy's mirrors. His ears now stood straight up, and were beginning to get shorter and thinner, and he had dark circles under his eyes. And his buck teeth, which usually poked out from his mouth, were beginning to straighten themselves. He barely recognized his own face now, and gasped as another pain shot through his body. He felt as though his legs were being stretched out, and his back and neck ached terribly. Finally, Whiskers collapsed onto the floor, writhing about as the transformation took hold.
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"Thank you for shopping with us…" the lemur manager of the store said, as he stared in wonder at his customer. "Your new suit looks very… nice on you, sir. And we'll have your other suits and shoes ready for you no later than next week."
The customer he stared at nodded, and walked away. He exited the mall and walked through the jungle, earning several stares from all kinds of animals along the way, who looked as though they couldn't believe their eyes. Snakes paused just before devouring mice, which also stopped to stare. Eagles fell mid-flight, just trying to get a second look.
Finally, the strange figure made his way to the small Mayan temple which had been redesigned as the club called the Purple Pit, and walked inside. There, several animals were dancing as a live band played instead of the speakers, but everyone suddenly stopped and turned to look at the creature that had just walked in.
All went silent at the sight of him, and even Brandy's eyes widened at the sight. For there stood a tall, handsome white rabbit, with a small red nose, straight ears and perfect teeth, wearing a new blue suit. The rabbit looked over the crowd a moment, before they all finally returned to their previous activities.
The rabbit walked down to the juice bar and took a seat on the stool as the old boar bartender walked up.
"What'll it be?" the Boar asked gruffly.
The rabbit shook his head. "Tsk, tsk," he said, "that's no way to talk to a customer. 'What'll it be?' You gotta ask nicer! Now pay attention." When the bartender just stared at him, the rabbit pulled him down by the collar. "Now, try saying it like this: say 'What'll it be, hmm?' Try it."
The boar frowned, but complied. "What'll it be, hmm?"
"See, that was much better, much better!" The rabbit smiled and released the bartender's collar. "Now, I want you to make me an Alaskan Polar Bear Heater. Chop-chop!" The bartender grumbled and walked away to make the rabbit his drink.
The rabbit sat relaxed on his stool, but felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see a tough-looking monkey standing over him. "Hey," said the monkey, "Why don't you pick on somebody your own disposition?" He raised his fist to make a point.
"Oh, please Mr. Barroom Brawler," the rabbit said, feigning worry, "please don't hurt me or anything like that." But then, he jumped from his seat and delivered a devastating upper-cut to the monkey's jaw, then hit him with a right that rendered him unconscious. The rabbit simply sat down again and checked his hair in a pocket mirror, as the bartender returned with some drinks.
"Hey, did you say a Polar Bear Heater?" he asked.
"No, you said a Polar Bear Heater," the rabbit replied in an annoyed tone. "I said an Alaskan Polar Bear Heater. It's an energy drink."
The bartender shook his head. "I never heard of it."
"Until now. Listen carefully, you might learn something. Put in a little mango juice,"
"A little mango juice," the boar muttered, and poured the liquid into a glass.
"A little soda,"
"A little soda,"
"Some vinegar,"
"Some vinga…" the Boar paused a moment. "Hey, you gonna drink this or rub it on your chest?"
"Hey, that was good!" The rabbit laughed. "That was terrific! You should have your own comedy show! 'Drink it or rub it on your chest!' That was hilarious and you did by yourself with your very own big mouth! Now shut up and pay attention. Repeat after me: I'll…"
"I'll…" the boar repeated.
"I'll pay…"
"I'll pay…"
"I'll pay attention."
"I'll pay attention."
"Great, now back to the drink. Some orange juice,"
"Orange juice,"
"Rum flavoring,"
"Rum flavoring,"
"A coffee bean,"
"A coffee bean,"
"A cherry," the bartender paused to blink at the rabbit, who shifted in his seat. "Some more rum flavoring."
"More rum flavoring."
"Now mix it up and pour it into a tall glass."
The bartender did as told, and began to pour the drink, but stopped. "Say, I never had one of these," he said. "Mind if I take a sip?"
"Go right ahead," the rabbit replied, and the bartender poured a little into another glass and had a small taste.
"Hmm, not bad," he said after a minute, and went back to pouring. The rabbit lifted a hand when the bartender had poured enough, and took a drink, but the bartender stood right where he was with his arm still in its pouring position. The rabbit just kept drinking, unfazed, and gave the boar a light push, causing him to fall over stiff as a board.
The rabbit finished his drink and looked around, taking in the sights, when his gaze fell upon a girl sitting not far away, talking to some boys. She was very cute, with blond hair and ears, and wore a white dress and shoes.
The rabbit smiled to himself as he stared at Brandy, and thought to himself my night just got a lot more interesting…
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Oooh, what could this mysterious rabbit want?
Well, hope you enjoyed the chapter. That bit about "I'll pay attention..." was always one of my most favorite parts of the movie.
Anyhow, I need your help with this. I need a name for Whiskers' alter-ego. I considered just calling him Buddy Love like in the movie, but that's not too original, is it? But, I have no idea what else to call him, so I'll need ideas. Can you help me out? thanks.
Later!