The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 14
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wingedbeastDisclaimer 1: Looney Tunes, the characters, their names, and their likenesses are owned by Warner Brothers and this indicates no claim upon their intellectual property.
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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The body of Elmer Fudd stood there, with face burnt and charred. Even a little bit of his shirt, what remained on it, burnt and smoldered.
"Ducky and piggy think doctors? Think heroes? Should know place. Ooaagh ah hah"
Dr. Duhch walked left and Dr. Pehg walked right.
"Think you smart, boy? Others know better. Call you Daffy. Ducky boy is daffy." This thing, this Tasmanian Devil was obviously taunting them, trying to get them to make a mistake, to give into something like itself.
Unbeknownst to either the Tasmanian Devil or Elmer Fudd, Dr. Duhch had already had experience keeping his calm under the weight of antagonism. Rather than drive thought from him, it sent him into a well-worn peace of mind that gave him one thought above all others. The thought was that maybe, just maybe, the lunatic song could be merry in the right place. Maybe that was the way.
"I am the daffy Duck," he said, walking forward to the still and now confused devil. "I worked on a Merry-Go-Round. The job was swell. I did quite well. Till the Merry-go-round broke down." He punctuated that verse of song with a mallet to the side of the Tazmanian Devil's face. "Hoo-hoo!" And another strike. "Hoo-hoo!" followed by three more "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo-Hoo!
"The guy that worked with me was a horse with a lavender eye. Around in whirls, we winked at girls, till the Merry-go-round broke down." For a moment, he just danced. Nobody knew where the flute music was coming from. The Tazmanian Devil attempted to back away.
"Up and down we sped. That dizzy pace soon went to my head. Now you know why I'm dizzy and do the things I do. I am a skew and you'd be too if the Merry-go-round broke down." Yet more swings with the mallot punctuated to "Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo!" until the devil tripped into the lodging and over the bag that Dr. Bunnet had carried.
"If the Merry-go-round broooooooookkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeee" Dr. Duhch continued the note beyond reasonable lung capacity. Then, he spoke the word "down", with a kind of cruel glee as he brought the mallet down... on the dynamite poking out of the bag.
The resulting explosion blasted the two out of the destroyed lodging shot them through the aluminium wall of the office structure.
Dr. Duhch was limp, as one might be, but that was no garauntee, to Dr. Pehg, that he couldn't survive. But, the Tasmanian Devil, painfully, stood up and stepped over to the, hopefully just unconscious, Dr. Duhch.
Dr. Pehg fired into the devil's back and didn't even distract him from ripping Dr. Duhch's head off.
Dr. Pehg cursed her failure and did the only thing that logic allowed. She ran in the opposite direction. Immediately following the path that the devil had left earlier, she took that for speed.
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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The body of Elmer Fudd stood there, with face burnt and charred. Even a little bit of his shirt, what remained on it, burnt and smoldered.
"Ducky and piggy think doctors? Think heroes? Should know place. Ooaagh ah hah"
Dr. Duhch walked left and Dr. Pehg walked right.
"Think you smart, boy? Others know better. Call you Daffy. Ducky boy is daffy." This thing, this Tasmanian Devil was obviously taunting them, trying to get them to make a mistake, to give into something like itself.
Unbeknownst to either the Tasmanian Devil or Elmer Fudd, Dr. Duhch had already had experience keeping his calm under the weight of antagonism. Rather than drive thought from him, it sent him into a well-worn peace of mind that gave him one thought above all others. The thought was that maybe, just maybe, the lunatic song could be merry in the right place. Maybe that was the way.
"I am the daffy Duck," he said, walking forward to the still and now confused devil. "I worked on a Merry-Go-Round. The job was swell. I did quite well. Till the Merry-go-round broke down." He punctuated that verse of song with a mallet to the side of the Tazmanian Devil's face. "Hoo-hoo!" And another strike. "Hoo-hoo!" followed by three more "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo-Hoo!
"The guy that worked with me was a horse with a lavender eye. Around in whirls, we winked at girls, till the Merry-go-round broke down." For a moment, he just danced. Nobody knew where the flute music was coming from. The Tazmanian Devil attempted to back away.
"Up and down we sped. That dizzy pace soon went to my head. Now you know why I'm dizzy and do the things I do. I am a skew and you'd be too if the Merry-go-round broke down." Yet more swings with the mallot punctuated to "Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo-Hoo-hoo!" until the devil tripped into the lodging and over the bag that Dr. Bunnet had carried.
"If the Merry-go-round broooooooookkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeee" Dr. Duhch continued the note beyond reasonable lung capacity. Then, he spoke the word "down", with a kind of cruel glee as he brought the mallet down... on the dynamite poking out of the bag.
The resulting explosion blasted the two out of the destroyed lodging shot them through the aluminium wall of the office structure.
Dr. Duhch was limp, as one might be, but that was no garauntee, to Dr. Pehg, that he couldn't survive. But, the Tasmanian Devil, painfully, stood up and stepped over to the, hopefully just unconscious, Dr. Duhch.
Dr. Pehg fired into the devil's back and didn't even distract him from ripping Dr. Duhch's head off.
Dr. Pehg cursed her failure and did the only thing that logic allowed. She ran in the opposite direction. Immediately following the path that the devil had left earlier, she took that for speed.
