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Operation: Val Chapter 7

Yo diary,

I'm wicked mad at my dad right now! First off, I didn't even get to ask if he'd take me to the amusement park because he said we were gonna watch a movie.

I know cool right? So I got all super excited and I started to set everything up and then he went into some spiel about how anvils are bad or something. I don't know I kinda spaced it. SO anyways, we were watching the movie and it was a cartoon.

So you know how much I love cartoons right? Well you wouldn't because you're just a dumb book. But I do. A lot. So I asked dad if I ever could be in a cartoon and he FREAKED. Like, his usual ballistic freak times ten. So he started throwing pies and stuff at me, which was SO hilarious, and then he did this shocky thing which kind of tickled at first but then it started to hurt. Really bad. I hope the fur on my wrists comes back. I don't like the burnt color my skin underneath it is turning.

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"You shocked her?!" Jenkins gaped in horror at the doctor who was pacing the living room in a mad frenzy.

"Oh COURSE I did! It's called shock therapy! Once her brain locks onto the image of being shocked, she'll recognize it with the idea of cartoons and she'll automatically cringe at the thought of humor." He sat down in a chair, his brow tense. Jenkins sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Sir….I may not be the best with children but I don't think shocking them will teach them to behave. Why don't you just try being kind? Maybe she'll listen more if you ask her nicely." He was looking down at his shoes, fearful of how Dr. Thorndill would react to his thought.

"Jenkins…..I think you may have actually grown a brain!" Dr. Thorndill leaped up for joy, his glass eye beaming.

"I'll kill her with kindness! It's the oldest trick in the book!" He pulled Jenkins close to whisper the plan.

Jenkins blinked. "Um, sir? Why are you whispering?"

Dr. Thorndill stopped his hushed murmurs and glared at Jenkins. "Did I say you could speak moron?! Now shut up and let me enjoy my maniacal thought process."

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"Guys, I have a plan." Wakko puffed out his chest proudly. Yakko and Dot, who were still eating breakfast, exchanged a glance over the table and then eyed Wakko. Dot was smirking.

"This outta be good. Let me guess, it either involves raiding the candy store, barging into some kid's birthday party to blow up the clown, or visiting Hello Nurse."

Yakko's hand shot up. "I like the third one!" he then hopped up and patted his brother on the head.

"I love my genius little brother."

Wakko blinked and then shook his head. "No not any of those things. We can do those things later. Right now, I wanna visit that weird doctor that we met at the restaurant a couple days ago."

Yakko blinked. "Wait… Johann Conrad Dippel(1)?"

Wakko shook his head. "The other one."

"Um…Vladimir Demikhov(2)? That guy was weird."

Wakko made a face. "No other one. You know, really skinny?"

Yakko blinked. "OH you mean Thorndill! Wow we sure meet a lot of insane scientists in breakfast restaurants."

"Why do you want to visit him Wakko?" Dot sat, bored with the exchange and just about ready to quit the idea. Wakko grinned, excited.

"BECAUSE I heard from this lady yesterday that she saw really bright lights coming from his house and that he was making…..hold for dramatic affect….A MONSTER!"

Yakko and Dot gasped, exchanging an excited grin. "WE'RE IN!"

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Just thought in case you guys were curious:

Johann Conrad Dippel was thought to have been the model for Mary Shelley's original Frankenstein. He created body elixirs out of human parts and believed in the ability to transfer souls from one person to another.

Vladimir Demikhov believed in the ability to transfer one breed of dog's head onto the body of another dog and went so far as to test it, with drastic results.

(I'm sorry if this is weird I'm just a history freak and find these things fascinating. Carry on and have a great day!)

Okay this is a very short chapter but I plan to make up for it tomorrow with the next chapter. Please review, even though this chapter is very short and I'll be back tomorrow. Byeeez!