Update 12/16/13: This is a revised version of original chapter. I noticed there was a a lot of pretty embarrassing grammar errors and mistakes. So I went ahead and corrected them without altering the story line. Hope this removes some of the headaches a few of you might have had.
The next few days were very uneventful for Tango and the Warners. The group of four constantly trailed behind Mr. Plotz as they hoped he would eventually give in to the infectious music. Tango held on to Wakko's record player as he hid in various places to avoid being seen. With the Warners help, he hid behind doors, desks, in air vents, and even in a few cabinets. Tango would place a new record on the player and declare to the others, "this will be the one that will get him" with a confident attitude; only to be proven wrong time and time again. Everything happened except what the group was waiting for. The C.E.O's movement barely made it past a strut. Tango became more frustrated while the Warner's found the whole thing humorous, especially Yakko. One notable instance was when Tango played "Night Boat to Cairo" a hit by Madness, while Plotz was having a meeting on pitching a new movie which was coincidently titled the same name. Nothing happened, but it turned out to be perfect background music for the presentation. Another one was with "Do the Dog" by The Specials when Tango followed a far distance behind Plotz as he headed out of the office building. Instead, the song attracted a pack of dogs that ran into the doorway, barely missing Plotz and playfully tackled Tango. Unfortunately, this also damaged the record player.
"Great, just great" Tango exclaimed in a frustrated tone. The Warners helped the drool drenched boy off the ground. "As much I'm enjoying this, Uh…. I don't think this is going well" said Yakko." No kidding! He's still not budging" Tango complained. Wakko picked up his broken player and pulled out his bag of gags. "Well, back to the drawing board" said Wakko as he tossed the instrument into bag. "Wrong scenario" Dot answered. "I got an idea that might work, it can only be done when old T.P is alone. " Yakko stated aloud. Tango went wide eyed at this information. Lay it on me, I'm all ears." Tango responded as he leaned towards Yakko as he whispered into his ear.
"Mr. Plotz retreated inside his office room and sat down at his desk on a Friday evening. It was near the end of the work day and most of the employees had already left. So for the most part he was pretty much alone. His desk was cleared of all the papers that were littered all about the other day. "Ah, just what I was looking forward to today. A slow evening with hardly any work to do" Plotz sighed as he reclined in his working chair He causally pressed a button on top a small portable radio on his desk. "Now for some relaxing music, more along the Tchaikovsky variety" he stated as he adjusted the radio dial.
Tchaikovsky's familiar "Swan Lake" song came on, but it wasn't exactly the way Mr. Plotz had anticipated. "What's this? This can't be the right station" Plotz answered quizzically at the radio. Instead of the song's normal slow tempo, this version was much more upbeat. A piano played the recognizable melody while organ and sax accentuated the bouncing rhythm section . The C.E.O smiled lightly as he listened to the music for the first time. "Say this isn't half bad" said Plotz as he grabbed the radio and got out of his chair. He noticed out of habit he was stepping again to the lively music. As the song continued, he got livelier with each step. His steps became bouncing struts as he moved around the room. Mr. Plotz was completely unaware that Tango was watching him from the doorway. When Tango saw Plotz finally dancing, he joyfully ran into the room and started dancing with him. Plotz let out a brief yelp as he jumped back at the sight of the boy. "Man you need to lay off the caffeine, you're so jumpy!" said Tango.
"What are you doing here?!" Plotz asked in a surprised tone. "But a better question is, what are you doing here? Cause it doesn't like working you said you would be doing" Tango responded with a smirk as he crossed his arms. The C.E.O seemed somewhat embarrassed as he headed back towards his desk. "I was working, but then I stubbed my toe on the desk." Mr. Plotz replied pointing at his left shoe. "While carrying a radio in your hand?" Tango asked quizzically. "Well I uh, I was carrying it because I needed to get fixed and when I…" Plotz stammered as he placed the radio on the desk. Tango wrapped his arm around his shoulder and held out hand motioning him to stop talking. "Dude just stop, you're not fooling anybody with that" Tango spoke with a reassuring tone." I swear it's really hard to watch a big man struggle, especially when he's the same height as me" he added.
"Ah, I guess there's no use denying it anymore" Plotz answered as he held up his hands as sat down in the chair. "Yes I knew it! Man I knew you loved the music all along!" stated Tango gleefully. " Oh, Don't make a big deal about it" Plotz replied grumpy. "But I'll admit it, this stuff actually sounds pretty good" he added brightly. "Good enough that you want to come to the Warners party?" Tango asked hopefully. "Well, not that good" Plotz responded flatly. Tango's smile disappeared from his face. "Hey why are you in denial about this?" Tango asked somewhat annoyed. "It's not the music I'm against Tango, I just know from experience that any party with the Warner's are never good!" responded Plotz. "How so?" Tango asked with his arms crossed. This time Tango was genuinely upset. "How?! If it isn't one thing it's another, if not ruining a movie deal, it's making me look silly, if it isn't the horrible guests they invite, it's the horrible entertainment they give!" he complained bitterly. "I take you're still a bit peeved about the party with Steven aren't you?" Tango retorted sharply. Mr. Plotz flinched at the mention of it, "Ooh, let's not bring that disaster up again" he shuddered. "Mr. Plotz, all joking aside, I wasn't following you around with music all week to try to annoy you, I was doing this for your own good." Tango confessed as his expression softened. "Go on." Plotz replied motioning him to continue.
"I wanted you to love it so you would want to come! It's a party, the point is to celebrate and have a good time, not worrying about work or impressions. I know you're a man of business, but that doesn't mean you can take a break from it all. And okay, so maybe the Warner's parties aren't always what you expect. But that doesn't mean all them will be terrible. And if it makes you feel better, they didn't even know what to do for a party because they couldn't figure out a theme, so I brought in the whole 2 Tone ideas for them." Plotz's eyes widened at bit. Out all the information Tango had told Mr. Plotz, the last bit seemed to surprise him the most. "So you came up with all this? Meaning this whole thing wasn't entirely started by the Warners" Plotz asked. "Yes of course, ideas are kind of my thing. Even if you still don' trust the Warner's, and forgive me what I'm about to say next sounds really cheesy. If you can't trust them, can you trust me?" Tango answered. Mr. Plotz sat still and pondered for a few moments and then got up and walked towards Tango with his glum trademark expression. "Tango… You've got yourself a deal" he responded with a warm smile.
"Oh, thanks man! Finally you speak reason!" Tango gleefully chirped as he grabbed Plotz into a bear hug. The C.E.O quickly pushed him off. "Just for the record, I'm not fully convinced, still have a few doubt's... But for you, I'll take my chances" he spoke contentedly. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed" Tango responded. "Good, aren't your parents wondering where you are though?" Plotz asked. Tango glanced at a clock on the wall and saw it was 7:30. "Whoa you're right, I better get going" he responded quickly heading for the door. "By the way, what's your real name? I know your parents weren't senseless enough to really name you Tango" Mr. Plotz called out. Tango grimaced a bit before turning around. "It's Thaddeus, don't wear it out, but better yet don't wear it at all. See ya" he retorted sharply while grinning. "Bye." Plotz replied pleasantly as Tango headed out the door.
Tango glanced to the left of him to see that the Warners were eavesdropping. Yakko had a stethoscope placed against the wall while the other two siblings wore headphones. Tango crossed his arms with a playful smirk. "You know eaves dropping is not a good habit guys." He reprimanded pointing a finger at them. "Neither is pointing but you don't see us calling you out on that" Yakko retorted. The two younger siblings ran towards him. "You did it!" Wakko cheered. "Just when I almost thought it was impossible" Dot responded after him. "Yeah, you really nailed it kid, job well done," Yakko complimented. "Thanks, but you really came through with that idea to bug the radio so it will play Madness take on "Swan Lake". Why didn't you think of it sooner?" Tango replied. "Well when you live around show business, you got to know your audience. Plus seeing you frustrated and covered with dog slobber was too much to resist" Yakko answered.
"Oh-no I just remembered!" Tango exclaimed as he palmed his hand against his head. "What?" The trio asked in unison. "My parents won't be working tomorrow, I won't be able to come until the party that night" Tango groaned. "No problem amigo, well take care of everything" Yakko stated proudly. "You sure?" Tango asked. "There so much stuff I need to help you all with, set designs, posters, so…" he added before Dot placed a clothes pin on his mouth. "Relax, you've helped plenty already. Well pick up the other stuff along the way. We're fast learners" she answered brightly. "Except Wakko, he has special needs" said Yakko jutting his thumb at his younger brother. "I don't think they're that special" Wakko replied as he was lifting up his shirt looking down at his knees. "Alright thanks guys, just remember, it's got to be a true 2 Tone influenced party." Tango spoke happily after removing the clothes pin from his mouth. "Got it, we better get to work sibs. You know why? Cause tomorrow night is…" Yakko spoke cheerfully. "Party Time!" The group of four chanted in unison.
Oh Jeez! I finally got this one finished. You have no idea how many rewrites this chapter went through. But overall, I'm somewhat satisfied with how this turned out. But on an unrelated note, looks like Mr. Plotz has finally came to his senses and decided to come. But how will it turn out? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out, because the real fun has just begun!
These are also the three songs mentioned in this chapter
Night Boat to Cairo by Madness watch?v=zQNz2grBOPc
Do the Dog by Specials watch?v=uWpQ54f8cA4
Swan Lake also by Madness h watch?v=-utkYnIV1_k