Oak Leaf Ninja: Thank you!
The Cutters Pain: A wolf is rather interesting, but I'm more of a cat person than a dog one. Thank you, though!
greekghostgirl: Do they really have a choice?
CSIalchemist: He probably would.
"And the Nobel Peace Prize award goes to Ms. Samantha Manson for inventing a cleaner and more eco-friendly fuel source made out of soil, water, used tin cans, and the sun's own rays."
The auditorium exploded with applause as Sam shyly walked on stage and held out her hands to receive her prize. The golden medal was handed to her, and she held it triumphantly over her head as the crowd roared with delight.
"Speech!" the crowd cheered, "Speech! Speech! Speech!"
She raised up her hand to summon their silence and was obeyed.
"Well," Sam said into the microphone, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face, "I'd like to thank the Nobel Peace Prize for considering me for such an honor, let alone granting it to me."
The audience politely applauded to the men and women on stage, smiling at the woman for her gratitude.
"I'd also like to thank my parents for inspiring me at a young age to reach out and care for our precious Earth."
The grey-haired couple beamed as the crowd clapped for them. As they did so, Sam's eyes wandered around the room, searching for him. At last, her violet eyes met his sky ones. He smiled at her, ruffling his jet black hair as she smiled back.
"And finally," she announced, "I'd like to thank my husband, D-"
"MREOW!"
Sam widened her eyes a split-second before something body-slammed right into her.
"MEW!" she protested, sprinting to the other side of the room, ignoring the malicious laughter behind her.
"Oh, man," Dan chortled, striding up to where she was hiding, "You should have your face!"
"Dammit, Dan!" she hissed, sticking her head out from underneath the table, "What the hell is your problem? What purpose did scaring the shit out of serve?"
"I'm bored," the tom replied, licking his paw, "My twerpy self isn't home, yet and I need somebody to torture."
"I swear," the black cat growled, "If I had opposable thumbs I'd grab the Fenton Peeler and shoot you with it!"
"And if you did," he remarked, casually, "I'd have to scratch your eyeballs out of their sockets."
"Oh, screw you," she hissed, "Now, leave me alone. I'm tired. Go torture a ball of yarn or something."
Dan leapt up on top of the sofa and curled up on a pillow. Though he pretended to have fallen asleep, he was actually watching Sam. When the tom was convinced she had fallen back into Dreamland, he cautiously stalked back over to her. Though the cat was still hidden under the table, she had left her head out. A mistake she would regret in another minute or so. Dan leapt up to the table and crouched, grinning evilly. Suddenly, he jumped off, claws extended, and landed on Sam's head. With another wail, she awoke and sprinted to where she had been previously as he continued laughing.
"Man," he gasped, regaining his composure, "That never gets old."
"That hurt, you bastard!" Sam growled as her hairs stood on its ends, "Knock it off!"
"Make me," he purred.
After ten years, Dan had forgotten had vengeful his old gothic friend could be. Sam had given him a reminder when she decided to accept the tom's challenge. Before Dan even knew what was happening, the dark cat pounced on the lighter one and clawed at his face. With a hiss, he clawed back at her with his back feet, forcing the other off.
"Oh, you're so going to regret that," Dan growled, crouching down.
However, Sam was too quick for him and darted off as he pounced. While he was still dazed on the floor, she started batting his face again. Dan bit her paw, got up on his hind legs, and batted her back. With a growl, she ran behind him and bit his tail, earning herself a smack and several painful scratch marks on her back. Undeterred, she rolled over as Dan aimed for another scratch and bit him again. Growling and glaring at the rebellious female, the tom started hacking and gagging, causing Sam to cast him a curious look.
"What's wrong?" she sneered, "Cat got your tongue?"
Not answering, Dan went on with his choking until he felt the lump go up his throat. Grinning evilly, he opened his mouth and spit the glowing hairball at Sam, knocking her to the opposite side of the room and straight through the front door.
"Gross!" she cried out, as he strolled outside to admire his chaos.
While she kicked the hairy mass off her, Dan pounced again, landing straight on Sam's back. She hissed as she rolled over, knocking him off, and continued smacking him as he smacked back.
"Keep it up," the tom warned, "And you'll lose all nine lives right here!"
With a mighty smack, Dan sent the female down to the ground. He went behind her for another shot before a dark shadow fell over the two of them. Irritated, Dan looked up and nearly fainted at what he saw. Sam looked up to see what stopped him and joined him in staring at the giant Rottweiler growling at them.
"Oops," Dan muttered, backing away slowly, "Must have sent that hairball too far."
"You think?" Sam growled, backing away with him.
The male glared at her before the dog let out a bark and snapped at the cats. Luckily, the two were already running down the street as fast as their tiny legs would allot them. Angry, the canine went after them, barking and snapping along the way. Dan turned around and hissed at the Rottweiler for daring to attack him, but the dog lowered its head and tried to snap him up in its jaws. The angry cat smacked the dog, injuring its nose and sped off as his companion searched for an exit.
"Aw, man," she groaned, "How far did you send us? I can't find the house!"
"You know," the tom growled, "This is all your fault!"
"My fault?" the female hissed, "You're the one that started the fight in the first place!"
"No!" he spat back, "You did! You attacked me first!"
"I most certainly did not!"
"Yes you did!"
"BARK! BARK!"
The cats turned around in horror and stared at the dog as it advanced towards them. They looked behind them again only to discover their path blocked by a tree. The Rottweiler lunged at the felines again, barely missing Sam.
"Up the tree!" Dan commanded, clawing his way up the bark.
Not needing to be told twice, Sam immediately followed him. The canine lunged again, only to hit its head against the bark. Growling, it stood up on its legs and barked as the cats parked themselves on a branch, their tails twitching a mile a minute as they glared at their foe. The tom looked for an exit and spotted it at a nearby rooftop. Without realizing he was doing it, he floated to the roof as his companion watched with amazement.
"How long could you have done that?" she demanded.
"Done what?" he asked, before looking down, "The hell? I forgot about this! Damn it! How do I forget about one of the only useful powers I've got left?"
The dog watched him float and demanded the cat to drop to the ground, but the tom remained in the sky.
"Great," Sam said, "Now, could you please help me down?"
"Well," Dan replied, purring evilly, "I suppose I could."
He watched as the black cat stared at him with expectancy.
"Well?" she demanded after a few minutes of him doing nothing, "Aren't you going to help me?"
"I could help you," he purred, licking himself in mid-air, "But, I don't think I will."
"Dammit!" she hissed, "When I get my paws on you, I'm going to scratch your voice box right out of your throat!"
"You have to come get me, first," he smirked.
Still hissing, Sam swished her tail violently, unaware of the berries growing nearby. Inevitably, her tail snagged on the berry branch, causing her to pull at it, sending the berries flying aimlessly.
"Hey!" Dan growled as one of them hit him, "Watch it!"
Getting an evil idea, the female twitched her tail madly again, sending several berries flying off in his direction. Annoyed, the tom smacked at the berries, causing him to lose his concentration on his flying. With a "Mreow!" Dan went hurling down towards the ground.
"I certainly hope they're right about a cat always landing on his feet," he pleaded.
Though he didn't land on his feet as he wanted to, the tom was still unhurt. His pillow, however, wasn't.
"Ouch!" a girl whined, sprawled on the ground, "The hell?"
She stood up, allowing Dan to see her brush the dust off her pink shirt as her teal eyes frowned in disapproval. With a sinking heart, the cat realized who he had landed on as his victim searched for the culprit of her misfortune. Unfortunately, she found him.
"Oh!" Paulina cried out, "A poor wittle kitty!"
"Mreow!" he protested as she picked him up.
"And where did you come from, you sweetie wittle kitty witty!"
"Mreow!"
"BARK! BARK!"
The girl turned her head towards the sound and scowled at the dog.
"Dammit," she muttered, "Not you again. I thought I told Dash to keep you locked up when I'm walking on this street!"
The dog looked at her for a moment, then turned its attention back to its victim. Paulina looked up and saw a black kitten staring at her with wide eyes looking completely horrified.
"Oh!" the human cried, grasping Dan even tighter, "Your poor little friend! Here!"
She placed the tom into a blue stroller with black netting around the opening and zipped up the netting.
"I bought this an hour ago for Mr. Piddles!" she explained as the cat tried to claw himself out, "But I'll let you borrow it for a minute while I help your friend. Go ahead and claw all you want, you sweetie weetie! It's scratch proof!"
"Mreow!" he responded, scratching even harder.
"That's a good kitty!" Paulina beamed, walking towards the tree.
Dan continued his clawing before remembering he could still go intangible. He tried, but was unsuccessful. Confused, the tom tried again, only to be refuted once more. He growled as he continued his clawing, revealing a tag in the fabric.
"Invented, by the creators of Fenton Works." he read, "Ghost-proof netting guaranteed to prevent your ghosts from escaping! Works on cats, too!"
With a growl, he swiped at the tag.
"Of course it does," he sighed, clawing at the netting.
"Hey! Teddy!" Paulina yelled, approaching the canine, "You like pepper?"
She took out a red can of pepper spray before releasing the contents at the dog. With a yelp, the Rottweiler ran back to its own yard. Satisfied, Paulina put the can back and reached for a tree branch. Knowing what she was planning to do, Sam climbed further up into the tree, looking for an escape route.
"Poor wittle thing!" Paulina sympathized, "You're scared to death, aren't you?"
"For once," the cat muttered, "You got something right."
She tried to leap again, but this time, the girl caught her and held her close, ignoring the feline's claws digging into her skin.
"I know," she soothed, petting the scared animal, "I know. That doggie was a big meanie, wasn't he kitty?"
Climbing back down, Paulina unzipped the stroller again, but only enough to drop Sam in, closing it up before Dan could climb out.
"I know!" she said, cheerfully, pushing the stroller, "Why don't I take you home! You want to live with me, you sweet, adorable things!"
"Mreow!" the tom pleaded, resuming his rapid scratching.
"Mew!" the other cried, helping him.
"Good!" Paulina nodded, "But first, I need to give you two names. I know! I'll name you Princess Pinkysparkles and you can be Snowflufferkins!"
"MEW!" cried the female cat.
"MREOW!" the multi-colored one wailed.
"Aw!" Paulina cooed, turning towards her house,"You love your new names!"