Part 3 is here! Sweet!
Matt, Pat, Verminious Snaptrap, and Tuff Puppy (c) Butch Hartman
Colette Parfume (c) Me
Snaptrap leaned dejectedly against the bathroom door. How could he have been so stupid? He should've known Matt and Pat would do anything to keep him from their plans. They always excluded him from the stuff they did, whether it was fun stuff or committing a crime. Him? He was nothing more than a third wheel to them. The annoying tag along little brother. The black sheep of the family. The nobody. Snaptrap folded his arms in frustration.
I get left out of everything.
He slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked out. He could hear his siblings in the front room, still laughing. He grumbled to himself then noticed the stairs that led up to Matt's room. A sudden impulse came into Snaptrap and he ran to the first steps. Then he hesitated. Matt had made it clear that he was never allowed in his room. He would be furious if he found Snaptrap in there. The grey rat thought it over a few seconds while as he listened to his siblings still mocking him. He frowned then scurried silently up the steps.
Whatever, he thought, I'll just slip in and slip out.
The door to Matt's room gently creaked as Snaptrap opened it and turned on the light. He whistled softly in amazement. Now he knew why his brother never let him up here. The elegant room was full of all sorts of valuable looking objects and knick knacks, no doubt some of them stolen from past crimes. Everything looked so neat and polished from the decorative objects to the lovely brown furniture. A full length mirror hung on one wall next to a white polished door. There was even a balcony outside with patio chairs and a table. Mostt of the room decor had to do with boats or the sea. Quietly closing the bedroom door behind him, Snaptrap strolled slowly throughout his brother's room taking it all in.
What is it with Matt and boats?
He walked over to the polished wood door and switched on the light inside, revealing a row of captain coats with matching hats. On the other side was a row of polished shoes. The closet no doubt. Snaptrap stared at all the fancy coats for a moment, pondering an idea. It eventually proved too tempting to resist. He gently removed a royal blue coat from its hanger and, standing in front of the full length mirror, carefully put it on. The coat was a bit tight and wouldn't button as Matt was much thinner than Snaptrap but it still looked pretty good on him. He then placed a captain's hat of the same color on his head. Luckily, he and Matt had the same pointy head shape so it fit perfectly. As he adjusted the hat, Snaptrap saw a glass paneled wooden box on the dresser. Walking over to it he looked in and saw three rows of different colored monocles.
Wow. Matt really needs help.
Opening the glass panel, Snaptrap delicately picked up a blue monocle and fit it over his right eye. He went back to the mirror and looked himself over.
Hey, I don't look half bad. No wonder Matt likes dressin' like this.
He began to strike a few noble poses in front of the mirror when he caught sight of the shoes on the closet floor.
What the heck.
Pretty soon Snaptrap was sitting on Matt's bed tying the shoes he had put on. While admiring his new footware, he pushed down a few times on the bed, noticing how soft it felt. He fell back onto it, feeling how comfortable the the blankets and air like mattress felt on his back.
Man, this is the life. I'd be snobby too if I had it good like this.
Snaptrap lifted his head up and stared across at the dresser. And that's when he saw it.
The picture.
Is that...?
Snaptrap got up and walked over to the photograph. Squinting his eyes, he took a good hard look.
No way.
He picked up the picture and took it over to the bed where he plopped down. Resting his head on the pillow, Snaptrap stared dumbly at the figures on the photo. It all came flooding back to him. That day...
Why would Matt...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE?!"
Snaptrap let out a squeak of fright and toppled of the bed, landing flat on his back. It took him a few seconds to realize that the angry voice was Matt's and that he had been discovered. He absentmindedly stuffed the picture in his lab coat as he slowly peeked over the bed. Matt was standing at the bedroom door with Pat right behind him. Both did not look happy.
"You little sneak..." Matt growled through gritted teeth.
Snaptrap stood up slowly while grinning nervously. "Matt! Hey! What brings you up here?"
Matt stomped towards him. "I've told you a hundred times you're not allowed-" He paused in mid sentence. Adjusting his monocle Matt squinted at Snaptrap.
"That's my coat..." He observed.
Snaptrap started to back away towards the glass sliding doors that led out to the balcony.
"That's my hat..."
He put one hand behind him and felt for the handle.
"That's my monocle...and my shoes..."
Snaptrap then began to feel behind with both hands.
Matt was furious. "YOU NO ACCOUNT WRETCH! THOSE ARE MY GOOD CLOTHES!"
Snaptrap turned around and struggled to unlock the glass doors, planning to jump down from the balcony. It didn't matter to him that he was on the second floor. If the fall didn't kill him, his brother sure would. He squeaked again as he felt Matt grab the coat from behind and tug at it sharply.
"Matt! Don't kill me!" Snaptrap cried. "Help! Sibling murder! Sibling murder!
"Take them off!" Matt shouted, pulling with all his might. "Take them off right now or I'll-Daaahhhh!"
Quickly obeying his brother's wishes, Snaptrap had slipped right out of the coat, causing Matt to fall back on the floor. The DOOM leader was about to make a run for it when Pat suddenly blocked his way.
"Don't...even...try...it," she said while cracking her knuckles threateningly.
Snaptrap stood stone still. Pat was shorter than him but he knew full well what she was capable of. Matt got up from the floor, his monocle dangling from his coat. He glared and pointed to the rest of his clothing that Snaptrap was wearing.
"Take...those...off," he hissed.
Snaptrap immediately complied, removing the hat and shoes and tossing them onto the bed. He handed the monocle to Matt who snatched it from his hand. The angry rat pointed to the bedroom door.
"Out," he ordered, "Out of my room, and my house."
Snaptrap quickly and quietly walked out of the room, down the stairs, and all the way to the front door with his brother and sister following him closely. As he was about to step out, he turned to Matt and pointed at the monocle he was still holding.
"You might wanna clean that with hot water," he warned, "I just recovered from pink eye."
Matt stared at the monocle in his hand as a look of disgust formed on his face.
"Gaaahhhh!" He exclaimed as shoved the monocle into Snaptrap's hands. "Oh take the stupid thing! I don't want your disgusting germs!"
"But-" Snaptrap began.
"Verm, just go home okay?!" Pat snapped at him. "You delivered the package. Just...go back home to your little lair or whatever." As she pushed him out the door, Matt went up to him and shoved something into his little brother's hands. It was the skull Snaptrap had given him. Snaptrap looked from the skull to his brother. Matt stared back at him in a no nonsense manner.
"You can have your skull back," he said coldly, "Good bye, Verminious."
With those parting words, Matt slammed the door in his brother's face. Snaptrap just stood there for a moment, staring at the door. Then narrowing his eyes, he whispered threateningly:
"I will now, plot my revenge."
He took off as fast as he could back to the DOOM Mobile, trying to ignore the hurt that mixed with his anger. This was far from over.
The Boardwalk, which rested next to the Pet-cific Shores estates, was a bustling place of fun and recreation. There were stores, gift shops, all kinds of sweets and treats, and even a small arcade. Beach goers could roller bade or skateboard or even rent special cart bikes that four people could ride at once. In the middle of it all were two main ride attractions: a giant ferris wheel and a double decker merry go round. Citizens from all over Petropolis loved to come here.
Next to the boardwalk were the docks for various boats and cruise lines. Ships, boats, and yachts of different sizes were parked along the numerous docks. Amongst the vessels was none other than Matt's newest yacht, the Phantom. The elegant vessel stood proudly as crew members and dock hands readied her for sail. Matt wasn't lying when he said it was the top of the line. Tourists on the pier stared in amazement at it. It was one of the grandest boats there. Standing on the Phantom's main deck, were Matt and Pat, who were watching the guests arrive.
"Looks like it's gonna be a big turn out, Matt," Pat said happily.
Matt polished his monocle on his coat proudly. "Far better than I expected, Pat," he stated, "I'll be the talk of the criminal world when this over, you mark my words. Villains all over Petropolis will see that the Snaptraps are more than just sewer rats. We command respect, despite a few...odd ones."
Pat looked at him. "Speaking of which, you think Verm took the hint and went straight home?"
Matt examined his monocle then placed it back on his eye, a look of annoyance on his face. He was still a bit ticked from the incident earlier. "Oh, I don't doubt that he did. Believe me, it'll be a while before he comes back here again."
Pat shook her head. "Figures he'd go into your room like that. It was just like when we were kids. He was always getting into our stuff."
Matt nodded. "Ah yes, I remember. It didn't help that the three of us had to share a room. I remember him always trying to read my comic books, play with my stuff, and other such nonsense. I'd chase him all around the house for getting into my things and soon we'd end up wrestling around until...until..." He paused and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Huh, actually we...we'd have so much fun trying to pin each other down it...really didn't seem to matter why we started fighting in the first place."
Pat gave an amused smile. "Yeah, I remember you two running around like maniacs...and nearly running over me. Nerds."
"You sometimes joined in too, you know," Matt pointed out.
"Yeah," Pat laughed, "And I'd kick both your butts!"
Matt and Pat were both silent for a moment. Then Pat spoke. "Those were actually some pretty fun times the three of us had, huh Matt?"
Matt stared ahead. "Yes..." he murmured half to himself, "The three of us..."
Their conversation was then interrupted by a sweet voice: "Bonjour, Matthew, Patricia."
Walking up to them was a pretty female skunk with golden hair. It was Collette Parfume, Matt's crush. She smiled sweetly at Matt and spoke with a quaint French accent. "I would like to wish you, a Happy Birthday, Matthew."
Matt's face colored ever so slightly as he cleared his throat nervously. "Ahem! Um, thank you Colette. I'm so glad you were able to make it."
"Oh, I wouldn't miss your birthday party, Matthew," Colette replied with a soft laugh, "I must say, your yacht is very impressive. Maybe later you would like to show me around, yes?"
Matt grinned, "I'd-I'd be delighted to," he stammered.
Colette winked at him. "Wonderful. I look forward to it."
Matt watched her dreamily as she walked daintily off. He turned and noticed Pat staring at him smugly.
"Man, have you got it bad," she snickered.
Matt looked away from her, his face an obvious shade of red.
"Oh shut up," he muttered.
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In the Phantom's kitchen, crew members and dockhands were loading the last crate of food supplies. They set it gently down in the storage area, then left, leaving the kitchen completely empty. After a few minutes, the lid to the crate opened slightly as a pair of yellow eyes peeked out. The lid flipped open and out popped the head of Verminious Snaptrap. He climbed out of the crate carrying a suitcase with him. Checking his surroundings, the crafty rat grinned smugly to himself.
He had made it aboard.
Ooooh, Snappy's up to something.;)
Just like a little brother to get into his siblings stuff, isn't it? But ouch, it hurts when someone gives you back a gift claiming they don't want it. Sure, it was a skull, but Snaptrap meant well. BTW - I forgot to mention, Matt's yacht, The Phantom, is a small reference to Butch Hartman's other cartoon, Danny Phantom. Hurr, I'm so clevah. XD
So it looks like Snaptrap is gonna get into Matt's party after all...but he'll soon wish he didn't. Cause this is gonna be one bash he and his sibs will never forget. Stay tuned!