Disclaimer: PoM and VV do not belong to me.

Warning: Voodoo doll abuse

Skipper took a deep breath as he came to the end of the pipe, "Mm... smell that freshly caught fish? That salty night air?" A melancholy smile, almost mournful, adorned his beak, "I sure wish my men could see this..."

"Yeah, yeah, fish stink, can we just go already?" The doll glared and it took a moment for Skipper to realize that Vince hadn't been glaring at him, but at the watery wonder behind him.

"What?" The leader challenged, "Afraid of a little water?"

Someone clearing their throat saved Vince the trouble of responding with something clever and convincing, "Are you two done with your little spat? Good, now..." He cleared his throat again, and this time spoke with the deep wizard voice, "Still with us, little birdy and dolly? Most impressive," The two addressed figures glared at him, "but you'll never make it past..." Here, a pause for dramatic effect, "The Piggy Bank of Doom! DOOOOOOM!" Kosmo coughed as his illusion faded into the background. Vince and Skipper exchanged a glance before checking out this so-called 'Piggy Bank of Doom!'.

The thing was pink, disgustingly oversized and... asleep. Vince kicked it once, but all it did was look up in annoyance and fall back asleep. He snorted, "This must be the LAZIEST monster ever! We're gonna have to get it to move if we want to get past."

"Sure," The leader was already scanning the area for anything that might be of use to them, "and I think I found out waker upper," Skipper pointed out a pair of cymbals lying on the docks below... just across a narrow gap of water that could easily be jumped. Vince's eyes widened in panic.

"Oh, no," He waved his arms, acting angry, "I'm not wasting my precious time going down there! You do it! You're the penguin!" Vince crossed his arms and huffed, looking away.

Skipper, who was phobic of needles himself, recognized the behavior and smirked, "Yup, definitely afraid of water," He patted his companion's back, stating, "Don't worry about it, amigo. I'll take it from here," Performing a front flip, Skipper flung himself past a pole and grabbed onto it with his flipper, swinging down the docks towards the ground. Instead of simply landing on the ground, though, he stopped midway and propelled himself onto the dock, landing in front of the cymbals. Skipper smirked, "Too easy."

"Look out!" A full three-sixty turn after the yell, Skipper found himself snout-to-beak with an alligator man. It growled, jumping forward in attempt to smash the penguin with it's fists. Skipper neatly dodged the attempt, and when the fists swung around to knock him, he tucked and rolled underneath the arm, circling around, and sliced downward to bring his flipper down on the hard-scaled lizard's back.

Not far from here, Fingers and Jeb were talking to a skeleton man with a jazz trumpet in his hands. All three looked up as a loud, pained scream echoed through the air. The three men shrugged, and returned to their business.

Skipper shook his throbbing flipper, not aware that, if it was broken, the shaking would have made it worse. Far above the docks, Vince's one glass eye narrowed as the shaken flipper began radiating a dull blue, unbeknownst to it's owner. All Skipper's attention was focused on the alligator man. Then he looked past him and saw Vince atop the docks. Then the alligator. Then Vince. Then back to the alligator. He smirked.

"Hey, lizard breath!" Skipper taunted, "Such a coward, fighting dirty. Come at me, head on!" The alligator, not to bright, growled loudly and charged. Skipper's eyes narrowed as he ducked, "Wait for it. Wait for it... now!"

He ran up to the lizard and flipper over him, using his back as leverage to get a high jump. Once in the air, he projected with his flippers a blue orb. It floated right above Vince, who groaned, "Oh, you have got to be-" Whatever he was about to say next was cut off by an anvil striking his head. The resulting wave of magic flew into the alligator man, who gasped as he suddenly lowered to the ground, smashed.

Approximately five minutes later, Skipper rejoined Vince on the high risen docks. Needless to say, the voodoo doll was not happy to see him.

"What the heck was that?" Vince snapped, "You could give me a little warning next time."

Skipper, unamused, frowned, "A little warning."

"Huh-? AH!" Vince didn't think to dodge as another anvil hit his head, hard. Skipper shook his head, mumbling about getting new powers, and how 'Anvil Hat' was already getting old. Vince, begrudgingly, followed behind the penguin as they approached the pig. Skipper smashed the cymbals together. The pig's eyes snapped open.

Skipper and Vince then realized a fatal flaw in their plan: They hadn't thought of a way to actually beat the thing after they'd awaken it. Upon the duo revelation, they exchanged a panicked glance and did what anyone being chased by a giant pig-monster would do: They ran for their short little lives. Upon running, Skipper halted upon noticing something, "Hey, isn't this a-?"

"No time for that, run!" Vince grabbed his wing and pulled Skipper forward, while the penguin's eyes traced the wires coming from the odd spot on the walkway to a giant holding mechanism... and within the grasp of that mechanism was a giant safe. After a moment of thought, Skipper stopped again, "What did I just say?" Vince stopped to try to force him to run again.

Skipper's eyes watched the beast, as he mumbled, "Wait for it... wait for it... now!" He threw Vince down onto the floor and jumped away. The giant piggy bank stepped onto the strangely colored board, and the safe came crashing down... onto Vince. Skipper winced.

It did the trick, though. After the thing disintegrated into zombie dust (which Vince gathered in some special sack he had), and Skipper got a new power, the duo headed onward. Not before Vince threw Skipper over the dock and into the water below as revenge for throwing him underneath a giant safe, of course.

Vince looked back at where the Piggy Bank of Doom had been crushed. He snorted, "What, no cash? Some piggy back..."

You having fun with this? I am. Vince will be painfully mauled SO many times before this stories over. And I think a doll that would sink in water would be afraid of said water, don't you?