Date: September 01, 2002
September 05, 2002
Warnings: Slapstick comedy. Enjoy it or don’t.
Sage’s Comments: Um… Uh… I’ve gotta lay off the caffeine.
Modad’s Comments: Here’s part 2, more stuff happens and uh…yeah, what were we thinking?
Razor watched in pure horror as the once anti-evil formerly non-possessed Callie Briggs snarled in a terrible rage, fueled by her hair’s own personal power. Like a blonde bull-whip, Callie’s hair shot across the remnants of City Hall with a snap of air breaking as it came dangerously close to Razor.
Razor screamed, diving to a side. Looking around anxiously, he found a pair of scissors.
“Back! Back you beast! Back!” he yelled, snipping away.
“SCISSORS?” Possessed Callie replied. “THEY ARE NO MATCH FOR THE POWER OF THE HAIR SIDE!” she stated, and then with an unseen force the bull-whip quickly changed to a giant afro battering ram with Callie running full tile head first at Razor, decimating anything in her path.
“Crud!” Razor leaped up to the ceiling, looking around desperately.
“Gah!” a familiar voiced shouted from the same vantage point as Razor. “What are you doing up heeeere? This is MY hiding spot!” the disgruntled voice of Mayor Manx said as he nudged Razor with a nine-iron, causing the SWAT Kat to fall back to the floor.
“Huh?!” Razor fell off the ceiling, back-flipping clumsily to the ground.
“No!” T-Bone abruptly shouted, freezing both Callie and Razor mid-step. “No Apollo! I can’t let yoos go!” the larger SWAT Kat mumbled rather loudly in-between snores. “ADRIAN!!!!!” he abruptly yelled, and got up, waving his arms wildly in the air.
“Uh, yeah, he’s a Rocky fan,” Razor stated.
“I see,” Callie replied. “But, back to business.” She let her low, demonic voice take over her sweet nature once again. “YOU DIDN’T GET MY HAIRSPRAY IN TIME!!”
“The One Dollar Store was closed!” Razor wailed.
“THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!” Callie snarled. “THEY’RE OPEN 7 DAYS A WEEK 24 HOURS A DAY AND OFFER QUALITY PRODUCTS AT LOW PRICES!”
“Yeah, dat’s where I go dease boxin’ gloves,” T-Bone sleepily muttered as he continued his unconscious clamor. As if by magic he reached behind his back to reveal a set of red boxing gloves that he quickly put on. Stumbling from left to right he began to punch at the air around him. “Heya, hold still so I can hit ya!”
Razor started to back away.
“T-Bone! Hit the other way! The other way!!”
“What was dat’ Mickey?” T-Bone called out, facing the wrong direction. “Didja say hit em’ witha sway?” the larger SWAT Kat asked as he began to move in a more fluidic manner.
“The other way! Th oth…” No more were the words of the SWAT Kat Razor as he nailed the floor with a hard thunk.
“I got em’ Mickey!” T-Bone shouted victoriously, not realizing he’d nearly destroyed his own partner. “Now, who’s next?”
“Owie…” Razor managed to murmur.
“Who? Callie? Okay!” T-Bone started to stumble towards the she-kat.
“FEAR ME MORTAL, FOR I WILL DESTROY YOU WITH MY INVINCIBLE HAIR POWER!” Callie shouted, her eyes glowing a deep crimson. Abruptly her hair shot out, slamming T-Bone in the face. Stumbling back for a second the still unconscious T-Bone regained his composure.
“Cowwie, you hit like a gurl!” T-Bone stated, as he began to block the hair shots as the two engaged in a “boxing” match.
“A COW?! ARE YOU CALLING ME… FAT?!?!??!?!?!?!!?!!?” Callie screamed, as she dove for T-Bone once again.
“Oof!” T-Bone exclaimed as he was tackled. “Whoa there, you’ve really been packin’ dem donuts,” T-Bone commented.
“I’ll make you pay, you insolent peasant!”
Callie’s hair went for a frontal attack.
“Uh! Ooo! Huack!” T-Bone shouted out many times as the hair attacked with a lethal fury, jabbing out in numerous points delivering lefts and rights and middles and sides into the SWAT Kat.
“MWAHAHAHA!” Callie laughed as her hair began to decimate the large tabby.
“No! It can’t end like this, what would Mickey say?” T-Bone’s inner monologue began.
“Think of the times you fought in the ring! The times you ran up those stairs, made it up, shouted in triumph, and then slipped and fell back down! Think of… well… try not to thing of the former…”
“What are ya sayin’, Mickey?” T-Bone asked.
“Ya gotta fight it, Rocky! Give em’ a left, and a right, and finish em’ off witha that last right!”
T-Bone’s eyes lit up with a new found determination. Abruptly the theme from “Rocky” began to play in the background.
“WHERE THE HECK DID THAT MUSIC COME FROM?” Callie asked.
With that, T-Bone went for a right hand jab, another one dodging the evil hair, another dodging the light beams from Callie’s glasses.
“I will not give up!” T-Bone shouted.
Callie’s eyes lit up in horror as what appeared to be a super slow motion effect came into effect. T-Bone decked Callie squarely in the jaw, her head turning to the side. He just as quickly came back with a left, and sent Callie’s head turning the other direction.
“Thhhhhiiiiiiiisssss iiiiiiiisssss fooooooor Apoooooooooolloooooooo!” T-Bone shouted, in super slow motion.
“Noooooooooooooo Teeeeeeeeeeeeee-Boooooooooooone!” Razor shouted from his vantage point, but too late.
T-Bone came in with a hard right, smashing Callie’s glasses and sending her flying back end over end, colliding with the far wall of what remained of the Mayor’s office. Her last thoughts before losing consciousness were “Who the heck is Apollo?”
Razor couldn’t believe his eyes. “T-Bone! You broke her!! Again!!”
At that moment T-Bone quickly awoke from his “sleep boxing” to see the carnage laid before him.
“Whoa, um… let’s get out of here,” he said quickly.
“WHAT?!” Razor yelled. “You just KO’ed Callie! Feral’s gonna string us by our tails! Prolly use us as piñatas!”
T-Bone pondered for a second what he would do, when Mayor Manx walked into the room making his usual unintelligible noises.
“Hum dee dum dee, Huwhaaaat?” he shouted, his toupee jumping form his head briefly. “My office!” he shouted, then looked at Callie. “My Deputy Mayor!” he nearly screamed.
“Ah-ha! I got an idea!” T-Bone exclaimed, and decked Mayor Manx square in the jaw. The Mayor fell to the floor with a wheezing sound similar to that of deflating bag-pipes. He then quickly took off his boxing gloves, put them on Mayor Manx and propped him up near Callie.
“Now that’s just wrong!”
“You got a better idea?” T-Bone demanded.
“Not really,” Razor admitted as he jogged after T-Bone. “It’s still wrong!”
Meanwhile, back at Megakat Telecommunications, the Pastmaster tapped his foot impatiently. Sitting at one of the many desks he snarled in rage as he was defeated in another game of solitaire.
“Argh!” the Pastmaster shouted in anger, as he aimed his watch and fired a red beam of energy, destroying the entire computer.
“Um, would you mind not doing that? That’s the 15th computer you’ve done that too,” one of the Techs said over a dozen smoking remains seen behind him.
“Silence!” the Pastmaster shouted. “Now, what was I doing here again?”
“Um… you were attempting to win a game of solitaire… but before that you were surfing the net and got attacked by 50 pop-ups, to which you went and destroyed ten computers with one blow, then you tried our e-mailing system, which in turn got you 225 junk mail messages, so you destroyed another three with that…”
“Curse those promotional ads!” The Pastmaster shouted anew. “Back in my day we didn’t have fancy things like computers, televisions, medicine, toilet paper…”
The technician sighed and sank amongst the broken computers. This was going to be a long night.
“Ack! What is this blue screen that dares defy me?!”
A veeeeery long night.
Back in the skies of Megakat City our two beloved heroes were once again doing their SWAT Katty job of justice.
“So, what were we supposed to do again?” T-Bone asked.
“Get Callie hairspray!” Razor cried. “You forgot already?!”
“Oh yeah, but didn’t we already do that?”
Razor paused, then looked down, his cheeks flashing red. “Oh, yeah…”
Razor sighed, fearful of what would result from both Callie being KO’d by T-Bone and the SWAT Kats framing Mayor Manx. Not to mention the Deputy Mayor’s looks being forever destroyed.
“Hrm, maybe if I come up with a make-up missile she’ll forgive us,” Razor pondered.
“A What’s Up Missile?” T-Bone arched a brow. “You wanna tell all of MKC that you’re having a great day? Are you outta yer mind?”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to make a missile that changes the channels on the TV, but *you* said it needed more power, and look what happened,” Razor reminded.
“Was it my fault it was a heat seeker and it nailed the TV, plus everything else it could find that was electronic?”
“YOU fixed the wires!”
“YOU fired it!”
“YOU created it!”
“YOU suggested it!”
“YOU listened to me!”
“YOU….,” Razor stopped mid-sentence, pondering what he would say next. “You…you…YOU made me listen to you!”
“DID-Ahhh!!! Watch out for that building!” Razor warned.
T-Bone swerved just in time, taking in a deep breath, then turned back to the argument at hand. “YOU distracted me!”
Abruptly the phone rang, interrupting the two.
“Whoops, forgot to turn off my cell,” T-Bone stated as he reached into his jumpsuit pocket and withdrew a cellular phone.
“T-bone, you know that there’s laws against being on the phone and flying at the same time.”
“There is not.”
“Yeah there is, because my SWAT Kat Law Breaker Tracker just jumped up another point, making it 25235522 now,” Razor stated as he pulled up a digital display on his consul.
“WHY are you keeping track of the many times we break the law?”
“Well, ever since the 5000 jaywalking charges I thought it best to keep track of em’ so we wouldn’t be over-charged,” Razor replied. “Plus, I needed another gadget with flashy numbers.”
“Yeah, remember all those times we had to illegally cross the street while being chased by someone?” Razor said. “And, don’t get me started on speeding tickets…”
“Razor, so help me, I’ll park that stupid tracker in the middle of the streets if you don’t..”
“Oops! There goes two more! Threat and littering!”
“Argh!” T-Bone shouted, and turned around, ripping out a component in Razor’s consul.
“That’s destruction of property… and you destroyed the wrong device,” Razor resumed his arms folded position.
“Yup. You just nailed the only access we have to the ‘Feral Navigator’.”
“And, that is?”
“We spy on Feral and call ‘im names.”
“Crud!” T-Bone exclaimed, slamming his fist down, and breaking something else.
“And, you just broke the throttle assembly.”
“Will you SHUT UP!” T-Bone yelled, slamming his fist again.
“And, there go the engines.”
“Ah CRUD!” T-Bone shouted, and punched the control box, trying to get it to work again. Abruptly both wings fell off the Turbokat.
“Well, this just keeps gettin’ better and better…”
“This is all a dream!” T-Bone cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt my baby!”
Razor sighed as he pressed a button on his control panel, causing a giant rubber ducky to inflate under the jet as it landed softly in front of Enforcer Headquarters.
T-Bone blinked, and turned to glaaaaaaare at Razor.
“You installed a DUCK to my baby?!”
“Hey, it was either the duck or us, buddy.”
You said a line similar to that one…,” T-Bone recalled. “Major deja-vu.”
“You said a line like that too!” Razor hastily pointed out.
“DID TOO!” Razor began, but then paused as there was a knock on the canopy. The source of the knock was coming from Commander Feral.
“You have exactly five minutes to get this…” Feral began, and visibly attempted his best to contain his laughter. “This… duck off of Enforcer property.”
“Now you having him laughing at us! WE’RE supposed to do that!” T-Bone cried, pointing out the canopy.
Just as soon nearly all of the Enforcers poked their heads out the windows of HQ, and began pointing and laughing.
“And, now we’re the laughing stock of the Enforcers! This IS a dream!”
“I got an idea for a quick escape!” Razor stated, and opened the canopy, leaning outside. He extended one of his claws and poked a hole in the rubber ducky, causing it to pop and send the jet rocketing forward. It just as abruptly sent T-Bone and Razor flying out of their seats and landing on their rear ends outside as their trademark jet zoomed around in the sky for a few seconds then crashed into the Enforcer HQ tower.
“Um, oops,” Razor remarked.
“OOPS?!” T-Bone cried yet again.
Feral stopped laughing. “Throw them in jail!”
“I think your tracker just got you a few points for that one,” T-Bone said smugly. Razor only glowered in return.
Much later, both SWAT Kats found themselves in a holding cell.
“YOUR fault they put us in jail!”
“IT WAS NOT!”
“Will our heroes be trapped in jail for the rest of their lives?” the narrator cut in. “Will Callie Briggs ever recover from a possibly beauty damaging incident? Will Feral laugh? Will pigs fly? Will Dark Kat do the Mambo? Find out in the next exciting chapter of…. say, what was this fic called again? Oh well, anyway, same kat time, same kat-oof!”
“T-Bone! You broke the narrator!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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