Matt, Pat, Verminious Snaptrap and Tuff Puppy (c) Butch Hartman

Vincent (c) Me.

It wasn't long before the Phantom had set sail and was out on the open sea. Matt had been correct in his prediction that it would be a perfect day for his party. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as the large vessel glided smoothly across the calm waters. At that moment, the guests were being shown to their rooms for the day, should any of them want to take a break from the activities or just rest. One such guest was being led to his room by a female server.

"Here is your room, Sir," she spoke cheerfully, "I hope it's to your liking."

The guest, a well dressed german shepherd in a black tux and top hat walked into the room. "Wow, this is my room?" He asked in a deep voice while tossing a suitcase onto the bed.

"Yes," the server replied smiling, "They're especially accommodated for comfortable sea travel. There's a phone on the desk if you need anything. You can even have food delivered if you'd like."

"I get a phone too? Niiiice." The german shepherd said with a grin. "Thanks a bunch!"

"You're welcome, Sir," the server replied, "Have a nice stay."

The "gentleman" dog closed the door after the server left, and locked it. He clapped his hands together resolutely. "Well, time to drop the disguise."

Concentrating, the german shepherd's eyes glowed red and his form morphed into a shapeless black form, which then immediately shape shifted into...Verminious Snaptrap. The crafty rat checked himself in a mirror and laughed triumphantly. "Ha! It worked like a charm!" He opened up his lab coat, revealing a black jumpsuit underneath, covered with computer lines. "Good thing the Chameleon bet his tansmolecular suit at the last card game," Snaptrap said, "And even gooder that I had that extra card hidden to win it."

Snaptrap checked out the room. There was a small yet elegant restroom with a shower, a closet, two small yet comfy beds, and even a television set. He ran and jumped on top of one of the beds letting himself bounce a bit. He flopped back onto the bed and gave a happy sigh. "Aaah! Now this is high class living. Ha! Bet dumb ol' Matt and Pat never thought I'd be resting on one of these beds. In your face, loser siblings!"

Snaptrap lounged on the bed for awhile, enjoying the fact that he was able to fool his brother and sister. Then he sat up and pulled the suitcase towards him. Opening it up, he pulled out a skull, the same one he had tried to give Matt earlier, and conversed with it. "Well, Vincent, we made it aboard. Not bad for a so called loser and a skull, huh?"

"Vincent" just stared back with a vacant grin. Snaptrap smiled and gave it an affectionate pat. "Always smiling," he said fondly.

Snaptrap sprang off the bed, carrying his suitcase and Vincent with him. He placed them both on the desk nearby and began to take the items out of the suitcase and lay them in a row on the desk, all the while ranting to Vincent.

"Just wait, Vincent, just wait. Matt and Pat'll pay for lying to me. They'll learn that no one makes a fool of Verminious Snaptrap." His eyes narrowed in an expression of both anger and hurt. "Not even my own brother and sister," he grumbled. "Stupid Matt and Pat, leaving me out of their fun. Don't want their little brother tagging along do they? Giving me back my gift? I'll show them. Dumb ol' snotty brother and sister. Acting like they're better than me. Just cause mom was always bragging about them. Hey, I always tried my darndest. I can be just as good as them..." Snaptrap gave a small sniff and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Whatever. I'll be having the last laugh this time."

After making sure he had everything, Snaptrap laughed with glee. "Perfect! Now to get started." Just then his stomach gave a growl. "After I get a bite to eat," he said, giving his stomach a pat. "I think I'll just have it sent here so I can watch some TV."

Snaptrap picked up the phone, but strangely there was no dial tone. He placed it back down then picked it up and listened again. Nothing. He pressed a few buttons. Still nothing. "Huh. Must be broken. High class yacht my foot! Darn phone doesn't even work! Now I gotta go all the way to the kitchen!" Snaptrap paused for a moment, then an evil grin formed on his face. "Which is the perfect place to begin my plan of revenge," he finished with glee.

He went back to the desk and divided the items, putting some in the suitcase and some in his last item to go in the suitcase was Vincent the skull. "Sorry, Vincent," Snaptrap said, "But this is a solo job." He slammed the suitcase shut and tossed it into the closet. Then concentrating hard, he shape shifted back into the german shepherd form. He had barely begun to open the door, when he heard someone coming. He ducked back to see who it was. Turns out it was two people: Dr. Rabies, a dog,and Madame Catastrophe, a cat. Snaptrap held back a bit and listened. He could make out a bit of their conversation.

"This Phantom is quite the vessel is it not, my sweet?" Dr. Rabies asked his feline comapnion.

"Yes, Darling, it is perfect," Madame Catastrophe purred, "I can't wait until later."

Dr. Rabies smiled craftily. "Me neither. I have been looking forward to this for quite some time."

The two chuckled as they went further down the hall. Snaptrap watched them disappear around the corner then he set off for the kitchen.

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Snaptrap, still in dog form, headed outside to the pool, where lunch was being served. He was in a good mood having completed his first few acts of revenge. Getting into the kitchen was no problem thanks to the transmolecular suit. He simply changed into a chef and walked straight in without a problem. And how fortunate that they had just finished decorating his brother's birthday cake. It didn't take long for Snaptrap to insert an "extra special treat" into the cake. Even better, on his way to the deck, he happened to discover where Pat's room was. He managed to sneak in and fix some surprises for her without anyone seeing. It had been a good day so far, but the best was yet to come...for him anyway.

Snaptrap surveyed the scene before him on deck. Some of the guests were sitting at tables sheltered by umbrellas where they casually chatted while waiting for their lunch. Others were sunning themselves on lounge chairs or taking a dip in the pool and jacuzzi. Some of the guests he could recognize. In fact, some of them had attended his "Doomie" awards a while back. He saw Kung Pow Chicken, Mad Cow, even Bird Brain was there. Snaptrap couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at seeing Birdbrain there.

Huh, BirdBrain and I have committed a few crimes together. You think he woulda put in a good word for me.

As he strolled through the crowd he happen to walk by the outdoor pool. A crafty plan began to form in his mind. Secretly pulling out a vial he had in his pocket, Snaptrap uncorked it, and quickly poured it into the pool, unnoticed by the guests. As he stuffed the vial back into his pocket, a delectable aroma filled his nose. He followed the scent and saw a buffet table upon which servers were setting out dishes. Snaptrap licked his lips. He almost forgot how hungry he was. He rushed ahead to the buffet, shoving some of the guests aside, while also getting another vial ready. This would be one buffet these yahoos would never forget.

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After loading his plate, Snaptrap found a spot to eat at a table underneath the shade of an umbrella. He wanted a good seat for when the fun would start. As he started to dig in, someone came up to his table. Looking up, Snaptrap nearly choked...it was Matt, who was also carrying a plate of food.

"Excuse me, but is anyone else sitting here?" Matt asked politely, "All the other tables seem to be taken."

Snaptrap managed to swallow his food before he spoke. "Guh! Uh, no. No one's sitting here. You can have a seat." As soon as the words left his mouth he mentally chided himself.

Idiot! Why did you say that? Okay, no big deal. I'm in disguise and the suit can change my voice. I'm sure Matt'll never know it's really me.

"Ah, thank you," Matt replied taking a seat. As he stirred a salad on his plate, he looked quizzically at the well dressed dog(Not knowing it was Snaptrap in disguise). "Excuse me, but have we met? I don't recall ever seeing you around."

Snaptrap smiled nervously, feeling small sweat drops forming on his neck. "Oh, uh, I'm a...a friend of your sister, Pat," He lied trying to sound casual."I'm Ver...uh Victor...Thaddeus...Richard...von Marzipan. Which is definitely my real name."

Matt had told Pat that she could invite some of her friends, so he wasn't the least bit suspicious. He smiled and shook "Victor's" hand. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. er, Marzipan. I'm Matthew Snaptrap. Funny, Pat has never mentioned you, but I suppose her friends are her business. Anyways, I'm glad you were able to attend my little birthday soiree."

Snaptrap(Victor) took a gulp of fruit punch and coughed before replying. "Glug! Oh yeah! Yeah! I wouldn't miss this for the world. I've never been on a yacht before."

Matt looked surprised. "Never been on a yacht? I assume someone like you would've been on one or two."

Snaptrap(Victor) gulped sheepishly. "Heh, of course I've been on a yacht! I have a ton of yachts! I mean I've never been on a yacht...like this! It's a real beauty."

"Why thank you," Matt replied, "I must admit it was worth every penny. I'm so glad I was able to afford it." He took a sip from his drink before he continued. "So tell me about yourself, Mr. Marzipan."

Snaptrap(Victor) paused with his food halfway to his mouth, surprised. In disguise or not, he wasn't use to Matt wanting to know more about him or how he was doing. In fact, Matt never asked him that. "Me? Really?" He asked. "Uh, okay. Let's see, I'm uh, a villain like you and um, I'm really successful at it. Yeah, I steal tons of stuff...money, jewels, cars, space ships, those little soap bars from hotel rooms...I'm a master thief."

"Huh," Matt replied, "Funny, I've never heard mention of you before."

"Oh, er, that's cause I like to keep a low profile," Snaptrap(Victor) lied.

"I see," Matt said, "Well, that's understandable. What other sort of crimes have you committed?"

"Other?" Snaptrap(Victor) repeated. He stayed quiet for a moment, trying to make up past crimes in his head. Then one popped into his head. "Oh yeah! One time I stole a super space laser from TUFF."

"Really!" Matt exclaimed, sounding a bit impressed, "How did you ever manage that?"

"Oh, that dumb Agent Puppy broke the laser and the pieces fell to earth," Snaptrap(Victor) explained feeling more confident, "So I drove my RV around and got all the pieces before TUFF did."

Matt blinked. "You...drove your RV?"

"Oh yeah," Snaptrap(Victor) replied, taking a sip of punch, "See, I was able to convert an RV into a spaceship and a submarine. Worked like a charm...until those stupid TUFF Agents Puppy and Katswell stole the laser back from me and broke it. Boy,was the RV rental agent ticked."

Matt just stared at "Victor." Looking somewhat puzzled. A realization then hit Snaptrap(Victor).

You big stupid head! He thought angrily. That was a real crime you committed. Me and my fat mouth! Matt is sure to have heard of it and make the connection!

But to his complete surprise, Matt didn't make an accusation against him. Instead, he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but a laugh of amusement. "My word, Mr. Marzipan, you are quite the comedian!" He exclaimed.

Snaptrap(Victor) blinked. "I am?"

Matt waved his hand in an amused manner. "Yes, flying an RV in space and underwater. Oh I must say, that is hilarious!"

Snaptrap(Victor) decided it was best to just go along with it. "Uh, yeah! Ha! Got ya! An RV in space! Like that's even possible! Naw, I just stole a spaceship like any great villain would. Too bad dumb ol' TUFF messed up my plans as usual."

Snaptrap was glad that he wasn't discovered, but he was still confused. I wonder why Matt didn't make the connection? He thought as Matt spoke.

"Oh yes, TUFF is quite the nusiance isn't it?" the slender rat said, "I've run into problems with them myself at times. Still to have been able to steal their giant laser, even for a short time, is quite an amazing accomplishment."

Snaptrap beamed. Amazing. Matt actually called something his little brother did amazing. True, Matt thought it was "Victor" who had done the deed, but it was Snaptrap who really pulled off the theft so it still counted, in a way. "Gee, thanks, Bro- I mean, Mr. Snaptrap," he replied gratefully.

"Please, call me Matt," the classy rat insisted, "I don't suppose you have another interesting story to tell, Mr. Marzipan?"

"Uh, as a matter of fact I do," Mr. 'von Marzipan,' said with a big smile, "And call me Victor."

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Snaptrap, AKA Victor, and Matt ended up having a great conversation as they ate lunch. Snaptrap told about the time he had tried to sabotage TUFF's annual cruise with a giant iceberg and the time he had trapped the citizens of Petropolis in a mall he created, so he could fly them straight into the sun. Once again, Matt was impressed and greatly amused, thinking that some parts were just a joke that "Victor" had snuck in his story, never once suspecting that it was Snaptrap who had actually done the deeds. The conversation soon turned to other subjects...interests, hobbies, and other things. Snaptrap was amazed, not just because his brother was actually impressed by some of his crimes and deeds...but also because he was actually enjoying just talking to his brother. And for once, Matt was not putting him down or insulting him. The two were just having a fun, normal conversation. It was something Snaptrap and his brother had not done in a long, long, time.

After they finished eating, Matt stood up offering his hand to "Victor." "Well, Victor, I must say, I greatly enjoyed our conversation," he said, "We really must get together again sometime, or as the more common folk say, "Hang out."

"Yeah. Yeah we should," Snaptrap(Victor) replied with a smile while shaking Matt's hand.

At that moment, they were both greeted by another guest: Dr. Rabies, the dog that had passed by Snaptrap's room earlier. He was a white dog with black ears whom greatly resembled TUFF Agent, Dudley Puppy. The only difference being that Dr. Rabies except wore a black eyepatch, tuxedo, and had a black goatee. Snaptrap noticed the change in his brother's expression. It was clear that Matt was not happy to see Dr. Rabies. The well dressed dog put on a smug smile as he addressed Matt.

"Ah, Matthew Snaptrap, my...dear villanous comrade. Your party has been quite...charming. Not bad...for a sewer rat."

Snaptrap didn't know why, but he didn't like the way Dr. Rabies referred to Matt as a sewer rat. True the Snaptraps were Burmese sewer rats, but Dr. Rabies didn't have to make it sound insulting.

Matt narrowed his eyes slightly. "Thank you, Doctor," he replied, his voice betraying nothing, "You're...too kind. Where is your associate, Madame Catastrophe?"

"Oh her?" Dr. Rabies answered with a smile, "She is...just seeing all that your yacht has to offer. It's such a big, grand vessel. Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Matt was surprised, but also bit pleased by the compliment. "Well, er, thank you. I'm glad you think so. After all, not every one can afford a yacht of this extravagance." He gave a slight smirk as he finished the sentence.

Dr. Rabies snorted in annoyance. "Hmph! As a matter of fact, I'm coming very close to possessing a grand yahct. One that will wipe that smug grin of your face."

Matt smiled. "We'll see, my friend, we'll see."

Dr. Rabies smirked back. "At least I don't have a psychotic imbecile for a brother."

"Hey!" Snaptrap (Or rather Victor) exclaimed, "I'm not-I mean, how do you even know his brother's even like that?"

Dr. Rabies sneered at the dapper dog. "Ha! Everyone knows Matt's younger brother is that idiot Verminious Snaptrap. There's no way you can hide from that ugly truth. But what did you expect from a family of sewer rats?"

Snaptrap(Victor) was getting angry. "Hey! We- I mean, the Snaptraps may be sewer rats. But they're the best darn villanous family Petropolis has ever seen!"

Matt look surprised but grateful that his new friend was defending him. He turned to Dr. Rabies and growled. "Listen to me, Doctor, and listen good. My brother is in no way a reflection of our family! He's just an immature, idiotic clod that lost his sanity years ago!"

Snaptrap felt as if he'd just been stabbed in the back. He bit his lip to keep from blurting out anything that might give him away as Matt continued:

"Just because my brother is stupid, doesn't mean the rest of our family is. I didn't get this far by dumb luck I...I...oh my..."

Matt's face started to become a sickening shade of green. He bent down a bit, holding onto his stomach and started to moan a bit. Snaptrap ears perked up in slight anticipation. He looked at Dr. Rabies, who was also starting to turn an ugly shade of green. It was working. The poison he had put in the food was taking affect. He looked out towards the other guests and noticed the same effect was happening on the ones that had eaten the food. Some of them were holding their stomachs and moaning. Others were at the railing of the yacht, already "disposing" the bad food into the ocean. Matt witnessed all of this, confused as to what was happening.

"What...what on earth..." He started to moan.

Sudden screams from the pool drew his attention. The guests who had been swimming were now climbing out of the pool as fast as they could...each one a cool shade of blue. Some were shouting and cursing, while some of the women were crying. Just then Pat came running up to them, greatly upset and also looking sick.

"Maaaatt! What the heck's going on?!" She cried. "Look what your stupid pool did to me!"

Matt looked down at Pat's legs where she was pointing. Both were the same rich shade of blue as the others who swam in the pool. Snaptrap(Victor) bit his lip to keep from laughing. Pat glared at Matt, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"I just dipped my feet in for a while and they came out like this! I don't have anything with me to cover this up! And what the heck was in that food?! I swear if this is your fault...I'll...I'll...Gulp!"

Pat clapped her hand to her mouth and ran to the railing to join the other sick guests. Matt just stared, completely lost.

"What...How...Blurgh!"

Clapping both his hands to his mouth as well, Matt dashed off after Pat. Dr. Rabies soon followed, looking very nauseous. Snaptrap watched the whole scene of chaos, a satisfied smile on his face. He turned and calmly began to walk back towards his room. As he walked, he thought back to the pleasant conversation he and Matt had during lunch, and how much he enjoyed it. He slowed down his pace a bit. For a moment he started to feel a little guilty for pulling the prank on his brother, especially after how Dr. Rabies had mocked his family. But then he remembered the cruel comment Matt made about him, his younger brother. Straightening up, Snaptrap continued off to his room.

Matt had it coming.

The first part of his revenge was complete.

Phase one of Snaptrap's revenge is complete! And surprisingly, our crazy rat seemed to be having some guilt over it. But, knowing Snappy, it didn't last long. Huh, Snaptrap was surprisingly a bit clever here. Guess that's what happens when he puts his mind to something.

Aw, Snaptrap actually had a good time talking to his brother(Even though matt didn't know it was him).

Yes! Doctor Rabies and Madame Catastrophe make an appearance in the story! You'll definitely be seeing more of these guys. Boy, Rabies was kind of a jerk here wasn't he? Just wait'll you see Madame C.

Yes, Snaptrap named the skull Vincent, and yes, he was talking to him. This won't be the

Madame Catastrophe will make a bigger appearance next chapter as will Pat! Let me know what you think so far!