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The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 11
Mar. 16th, 2015 04:22 pmDisclaimer 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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Elmer's entire body wa a blur as he, with bare hands, carved an approximately Elmer Fudd shaped hole into the tree. With just one more strike, he could topple the entire thing over.
Just as Elmer raised his hand, or something did, there was a distraction, something more important than even pure destruction.
"Hungry."
Elmer's face turned to the distant research facility. He started walking.
" Porky. Birdy... Rabbit."
He started running.
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The three doctors staired out the door towards the sound. It was getting closer.
"A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah That can't be related."
"It couldn't be. Nothing natural can make that kind of noithe."
"It don't sound natural, docs. But it feels familiar."
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah What does it feel like?"
Dr. Bunnet looked to Dr. Pehg, with a haunted look on his face. "Hunting season."
Dr.s Pehg and Duhch looked at Dr. Bunnet and visibly shuddered.
Dr. Pehg steeled herself. "No. I a re-ah a re-ah a re-ah refuse to let unreasonable a fe-ah a fe-ah a fe-ah stop me now, when reasonable fears never have. We need a plan."
"Quite right, Dr. Pehg. We'll radio for an emergenthy helicopter. It won't be here for hourth, but we'll try to talk to Mr. Fudd, thee if we can calm him down... rethtrain him if nethethary."
"A ge-ah a ge-ah a ge-ah agreeable."
They all got into motion. That sound was getting closer and fast.
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The thing that had once been Elmer Fudd kicked up dust and destruction in its wake. A remnant of Elmer remembered where there was a collection of meats. It didn't matter what they were, just that they were meat. Some sliver of Elmer did remember what a door was, just not enough to care.
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The three doctors rushed to the storage structure to find the radio. That sound was almost right ontop of them. Dr. Duhch was just to it when he heard the aluminum wall opposite the door rip open.
What came through only bore physical resemblance to the Mr. Fudd that they once knew. At first it looked at the specimen jars, the rows and rows of bodies and organs. Immediately, it looked at the momentarily frozen Dr. Duhch at the radio.
"Tastey birdy"
Before Dr. Duhchc could press a button, the thing that was once Elmer Fudd ran over and threw the radio aside. Its hand immediately shot out to grab the hand of the retreating Dr. Duhch.
A shot rang out and everybody looked to the source.
Dr. Bunnet had picked up Elmer's hunting rifle and had a bag slung over his shoulder. "Be very very quiet. I'm hunting Elmer."
The thing that was once Elmer looked over and snarled at Dr. Bunnet. "Rabbit" it said with undisguised hatred.
"Get to woik," said Dr. Bunnet, who then fired off another shot and ran out of the storage unit, the Fudd creature... the Tazmanian Devil behind him.
Dr.s Duhch and Pehg didn't need to be told twice. They immediately set to reassembling the radio.
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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Elmer's entire body wa a blur as he, with bare hands, carved an approximately Elmer Fudd shaped hole into the tree. With just one more strike, he could topple the entire thing over.
Just as Elmer raised his hand, or something did, there was a distraction, something more important than even pure destruction.
"Hungry."
Elmer's face turned to the distant research facility. He started walking.
" Porky. Birdy... Rabbit."
He started running.
___
The three doctors staired out the door towards the sound. It was getting closer.
"A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah That can't be related."
"It couldn't be. Nothing natural can make that kind of noithe."
"It don't sound natural, docs. But it feels familiar."
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah What does it feel like?"
Dr. Bunnet looked to Dr. Pehg, with a haunted look on his face. "Hunting season."
Dr.s Pehg and Duhch looked at Dr. Bunnet and visibly shuddered.
Dr. Pehg steeled herself. "No. I a re-ah a re-ah a re-ah refuse to let unreasonable a fe-ah a fe-ah a fe-ah stop me now, when reasonable fears never have. We need a plan."
"Quite right, Dr. Pehg. We'll radio for an emergenthy helicopter. It won't be here for hourth, but we'll try to talk to Mr. Fudd, thee if we can calm him down... rethtrain him if nethethary."
"A ge-ah a ge-ah a ge-ah agreeable."
They all got into motion. That sound was getting closer and fast.
___
The thing that had once been Elmer Fudd kicked up dust and destruction in its wake. A remnant of Elmer remembered where there was a collection of meats. It didn't matter what they were, just that they were meat. Some sliver of Elmer did remember what a door was, just not enough to care.
___
The three doctors rushed to the storage structure to find the radio. That sound was almost right ontop of them. Dr. Duhch was just to it when he heard the aluminum wall opposite the door rip open.
What came through only bore physical resemblance to the Mr. Fudd that they once knew. At first it looked at the specimen jars, the rows and rows of bodies and organs. Immediately, it looked at the momentarily frozen Dr. Duhch at the radio.
"Tastey birdy"
Before Dr. Duhchc could press a button, the thing that was once Elmer Fudd ran over and threw the radio aside. Its hand immediately shot out to grab the hand of the retreating Dr. Duhch.
A shot rang out and everybody looked to the source.
Dr. Bunnet had picked up Elmer's hunting rifle and had a bag slung over his shoulder. "Be very very quiet. I'm hunting Elmer."
The thing that was once Elmer looked over and snarled at Dr. Bunnet. "Rabbit" it said with undisguised hatred.
"Get to woik," said Dr. Bunnet, who then fired off another shot and ran out of the storage unit, the Fudd creature... the Tazmanian Devil behind him.
Dr.s Duhch and Pehg didn't need to be told twice. They immediately set to reassembling the radio.
