The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 5
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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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"Are we going to do thith again, Mr. Fudd? I think we've gone over motht of the animalth-"
"And, da insects,"
"And the inthectth, yes Bugs. But, the point ith we've thown you there'th no-"
Mr. Fudd interrupted Dr. Duhch by pressing a button on his sound machine, producing a sound "Ah ee wooah!" Heard in the right way, it could be an... almost human voice... one raspy and hungry and filled with savage anger.
"Elmer, we've gone over this. Ap-ah-puh-hee-neye-aye. It's spotting patterns when they just ain't there."
Mr. Fudd pressed a pudgy finger to the button once more. "Rabbit" The word was as clear as day, with, if anything, more anger than before.
"The o-de-ah o-de-ah o-de-ah odds seem to be changing."
"Yeth, thith... meritth further invethtigathion. It'th by no meanth concluthive, Mr. Fudd. But, it'th thomething to conthider, and thomething that we thould all come up with natural hypothethe for. Invethtigathion, not aththumpthion is the bathith of thienthe."
Mr. Fudd reset the recording and, with a smile, pressed the button.
"Ah ee woohah rabbit ah" and it was then followed by a rude sound.
"Teww me, educated ewite, what naturaw force, beside humans, bwows the waspbewwy!"
"Thomeone or thomething could have pathed gath."
Mr. Fudd hunched over his desk. His normally only slightly raspy voice dropped in register, becoming more like a growl. "How can you even think that? Is this not pwoof befowe youw vewwy eaws?"
"That'th the method, Mr. Fudd."
"Get out! Aww of you!" He slammed his fist into his desk, rattling his equipment.
Dr. Duhch sighed and backed out, as though this was all routine. Dr. Pehg stepped out after.
"I'll meet you in a bit, docs. Gimme some time." With that, Dr. Bunnet closed the door on the two of them.
Dr's Duhch and Bunnet looked at each other.
"A she-ah a she-ah a she-ah should we go back?"
"No, Mr. Fudd getth in hith moodth. It theemth to happen more often thethe dayth. I'll thow you where we keep the thpethimenth."
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah what about Dr. Bunnet?"
Dr. Duhch walked away, forcing Dr. Pehg to follow. "He wantth to have a talk with Mr. Fudd. Maybe he'll do thome good."
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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"Are we going to do thith again, Mr. Fudd? I think we've gone over motht of the animalth-"
"And, da insects,"
"And the inthectth, yes Bugs. But, the point ith we've thown you there'th no-"
Mr. Fudd interrupted Dr. Duhch by pressing a button on his sound machine, producing a sound "Ah ee wooah!" Heard in the right way, it could be an... almost human voice... one raspy and hungry and filled with savage anger.
"Elmer, we've gone over this. Ap-ah-puh-hee-neye-aye. It's spotting patterns when they just ain't there."
Mr. Fudd pressed a pudgy finger to the button once more. "Rabbit" The word was as clear as day, with, if anything, more anger than before.
"The o-de-ah o-de-ah o-de-ah odds seem to be changing."
"Yeth, thith... meritth further invethtigathion. It'th by no meanth concluthive, Mr. Fudd. But, it'th thomething to conthider, and thomething that we thould all come up with natural hypothethe for. Invethtigathion, not aththumpthion is the bathith of thienthe."
Mr. Fudd reset the recording and, with a smile, pressed the button.
"Ah ee woohah rabbit ah" and it was then followed by a rude sound.
"Teww me, educated ewite, what naturaw force, beside humans, bwows the waspbewwy!"
"Thomeone or thomething could have pathed gath."
Mr. Fudd hunched over his desk. His normally only slightly raspy voice dropped in register, becoming more like a growl. "How can you even think that? Is this not pwoof befowe youw vewwy eaws?"
"That'th the method, Mr. Fudd."
"Get out! Aww of you!" He slammed his fist into his desk, rattling his equipment.
Dr. Duhch sighed and backed out, as though this was all routine. Dr. Pehg stepped out after.
"I'll meet you in a bit, docs. Gimme some time." With that, Dr. Bunnet closed the door on the two of them.
Dr's Duhch and Bunnet looked at each other.
"A she-ah a she-ah a she-ah should we go back?"
"No, Mr. Fudd getth in hith moodth. It theemth to happen more often thethe dayth. I'll thow you where we keep the thpethimenth."
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah what about Dr. Bunnet?"
Dr. Duhch walked away, forcing Dr. Pehg to follow. "He wantth to have a talk with Mr. Fudd. Maybe he'll do thome good."
