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Operation: Val chapter 4
"Jenkins, I am simply ECSTATIC about this! The looks on their faces when they come into contact with my latest creation…" Dr. Thorndill limped across his lab to his plotting desk and pulled up some model sheets of the Warners and pictures from the show.
"I have studied their drawing styles, their strengths and weaknesses, and have put together a basic sketch of the perfect type of specimen to ruin them. " He gave Jenkins the sketch and the poor little man yelped in fear, dropping the picture. The doctor seemed to not hear him as he strolled across the room and put a picture of the cartoon on a projector so that it seemed to cover an entire wall of space.
The creature was all black with eyes a bright orange. Instead of the classic pure white gloves on many toons hands, this one had white fur up to its wrists and yellow claws to match its yellow teeth. The only clothing it wore was a green and brown potato sack style dress, made to look moldy and rotten.
"I decided to go with a more urban look this time around. What do you think Jenkins?" Dr. Thorndill turned around and smirked at his assistant who was hiding behind the plotting desk, his eyes nearly big enough to take up his whole face.
"Now, to add the right necessities to our little pet." He limped over to the projected image and stroked the wall lovingly, almost like a tender mother, before shifting to a long wall of tubes and jars. His glass eye gleamed with delight as he admired each and every item at his disposal.
"It will need speed." He pulled a jar off the wall that held what looked like a light pink membrane. He shook the jar a little to watch it bounce around and he chuckled.
"I remember the sorrowful idiot- sketch I took this from. The Lightning he called himself. Well, he crashed more like thunder…" he chuckled again and then brought the jar over to his most precious machine, the Toon Creator. As fate would have it, this was the machine to have sucked up all of that water earlier on, but let's leave that alone for now.
Dr. Thorndill removed the pink membrane with a pair of tweezers and placed it on a small glass plate which he placed into a slot on the side of the machine. He then went back to his wall and pulled out a circular green orb-like thin.
"My pet will need elasticity." He bounced the green orb and it shot around the room like a Mexican jumping bean and then went flying straight at the doctor as if to attack him. He held out his hand and caught it with ease, not flinching a bit, before moving over to the machine and tossing the orb inside. He walked over and pulled off his next and most favorite item.
"Rage….the most powerful element. My pet will burn with the most passionate fury imaginable and with that, destroy everything in its path." He walked over to the machine and dumped a heaping load of red powder into a compartment in the side and then walked over to the projector, taking the picture from it and kissing it happily before turning to Jenkins.
"I have given it a name as well. Would you care to hear it?"
Jenkins didn't answer but as it turned out, Dr. Thorndill wasn't really looking for an answer he just wanted to set the mood.
"I shall call it, the Viciously Animated Lackey! V. A. L for short." To increase the importance of his words, he wrote it all out on a chalkboard.
"I decided to go a tad 'old school' with the word lackey. It means a 'male servant' since I'll assume my creature is masculine after all. Now, to give it, or shall I say him, LIFE!"
With that said, he inserted the picture into a machine that looked like a dollar slot at a soda machine and flipped the 'on' switch up. Immediately, rich black ink began to pour into a glass chamber bod.
Jenkins looked as though he was about to cry as he hid his face in his hands. Please make it end. Oh dear lord please don't let this creature be made….
His pleas were unheard however, as the ink began to bubble and take a form on the bottom of the chamber. Dr. Thorndill watched with sick joy as the form bubbled up to an enormous height as its inky arms stretched to the sky. Fangs shot from the black mass and its eyes burned fiery orange.
"Yes….YES! It's ALIVE!" he laughed maniacally as he played dramatic background music on his stereo. However, much to the doctor's future dismay, a small shock erupted from the wires in the back of the machine, sending the tiniest of a voltage into the ink monster rising from the floor of the chamber.
The creature shrieked and quivered as smoke filled the chamber, making it impossible to see what was going on. The shrieking then turned into full out screaming, getting more high pitched by the moment.
Dr. Thorndill, for once in his life, was startled out of his disgusted smirk as he hurried over to the machine and hit the emergency off switch before yanking the chamber doors open, coughing as the smoke from inside filled the room.
He sighed. "Well, that was a failure. Come Jenkins we must reevaluate what could have possibly caused such a disr-"
"Maaaaaaan do not go IN there! It smells like something DIED!" a loud female voice rang from inside the machine. Before Jenkins or Dr. Thorndill could react, a small toon jumped out of the chamber.
It was clearly a female, with bright orange hair, all messy and a little smoky from the chamber. She had soft white fur covering her face and a bright red nose right in the center, almost like whipped cream with a cherry. As she shook herself off like a dog, she looked down at her pin straight frame covered by a green t-shirt and brown capris.
"Hey, this is kinda cute." She looked up at Jenkins, and then Dr. Thorndill. She looked down at the pencil in his lab coat pocket and then gasped, her face glowing in pure delight.
"Daddy!" She ran into his arms and hugged him. That seemed to be enough to snap him out of his shocked paralysis and the old doctor screamed, almost sounding like a woman.
"I-it's hideous!"
She blinked and frowned. "Hey, that's not very nice." She ran over to Jenkins and hugged him. "I mean sure he's not the cutest guy around but I'm sure he has a beautiful personality!"
Jenkins, who up until that point had looked brain-dead, stumbled back in shock. "U-um…thanks?"
She beamed. "No problem. I bet if you went on one of those fancy diets, you could get out there and start lookin' for a special someone. Have you considered internet dating?"
Jenkins smiled a bit carefully. "Well….actually."
"ENOUGH! JENKINS! Remove of this…this mons-"
"Hey what's that?!" the girl zoomed over to the chalkboard before they could blink and Jenkins couldn't help but laugh.
"Well sir, you definitely made her fas-" he was cut off by a very nasty glare from a very nasty glass eye.
Meanwhile, the girl toon was reading the chalkboard and she beamed. "Val….I like it! Thanks Daddy!"
Dr. Thorndill's eye twitched. "NO! NOT VAL! It is V. A. L.!"
Val grinned. "Yeah. V. A. L. spells Val. I think Daddy needs to go back to kindergarten." She poked him playfully and he howled in rage.
"This is QUITE ENOUGH! I must go calm myself. Jenkins, throw her in the furnace!" He left in a huff and Val blinked as Jenkins, reluctantly, picked her up.
"Come on then child…" He sighed. I'm so sorry….
Val blinked again, confused. "Did I…do something wrong Uncle Jenks?"
Jenkins stopped at the sudden nickname and then shook his head. "The doctor just…doesn't like you. But I'm sure you'll be….much better as a freakish monster." He opened up the door to the chemical furnace.
Val's ears drooped. "He doesn't…like me? B-but I didn't do anything wrong!"
Jenkins nodded sadly and looked away as he leaned in to drop her into the flames. In the last second she shoved him away, her face contorting in fury.
"How DARE he?! Why would someone be SO HEARTLESS?! Did he create me?! Did he put me in this world?! And now he thinks he can just throw me AWAY?! NU UH I don't THINK SO! He's gonna like me whether he wants to or NOT!"
She stamped her foot and her bright orange hair lit instantly aflame, to go along with the burning fiery rage in her amethyst eyes.
Jenkins yelped and fell to the floor, scooting away on his large behind. "N-now calm down…"
"SHUT UP! My dad's gonna love me! And that's final!" She stormed across the lab, leaving a small trail of flames behind her. Jenkins sighed and shook his head. I was hoping to make her death quick and painless….poor sweetheart.
Dr. Thorndill was sipping a cup of oolong tea calmly in his straight-backed living room chair when Val threw her fist through the wooden book shelf and shoved it to the floor.
"Yo Dad, we've got some things to settle out!" she stamped her feet as she walked across the room and stood to face him.
Surprisingly, Dr. Thorndill's expression had not faltered from its serene state. Val blinked, thrown off at his weird reaction, and then continued.
"You ain't got NO reason to hate me! I can do everything! I'm quick," She shot herself around the room using toon speed and stopped on a dime in front of him. "I'm SMART," She pulled out a chalk board and rewrote Einstein's theory of relativity. "And I can also make one mean soufflé." She was then wearing a baker's hat and holding out a plateful of the fine dish.
"And for ANOTHER thing," she went on. "if you didn't want me, why'd ya make me?! God if ya wanted affection ya shoulda got a cat or somethin' cause I am not about to-"
"I do not hate you." He cut in quietly. Despite his soft tone, she instantly stopped talking.
"You don't?" her voice was full of childish hope and the doctor couldn't help but smirk.
"No. In fact, I have a little game for you…"
Val was instantly in his lap, her tail wagging excitedly. "What game? Is it fun? OH is it candy land?! How about TWISTER?! I LOVE GAMES!" She giggled and pulled out a bunch of board games. "I call the thimble in that money game! You can be the hat!"
's eye twitched. "NO!" He cleared his throat and forced a smile. "No….this is a NEW game."
Val's eyes widened. "Oooooo…what's it called?"
His yellow crooked teeth curled into a smile. "It's called, kill the brats."
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