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The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 12
Mar. 17th, 2015 04:02 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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Dr.s Duhch and Pehg looked at the radio in pieces.
"You know anything about engineering?"
"I've a re-ah a re-ah a re-ah repaired a few radios."
Dr. Pehg immediately set to sorting the parts for reassembly and Dr. Duhch set to fetching replacement parts.
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Dr. Bunnet surprised even himself with his turn of speed as he ran to the lodging. Maybe it wasn't that surprising, considering all the times he had to rely upon quickness of foot and wit to survive his youth. With a similar speed, he brought three footlockers to block the door.
"Ooh ah!"
Dr. Bunnet paused in his next thought to antagonize the thing that used to be Mr. Fudd. "I hear you knocking, but you can't come in," he said in a singsong voice.
"Ooh Eee Rabbit ah pbthth!"
"I don't speak the lingo, but I get the gist," whispered the entemologist to himself.
He needed to keep Elmer distracted, angry, off balance. He was actually good at that. And, Dr. Bunnet looked in his bag, then at the refridgerator. Maybe Elmer's ideas about the lunacy at the heart of all action was correct, because Dr. Bunnet had an idea that was total lunacy.
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Dr. Pehg's hands moved with unreasonable speed. "A pe-ah a pe-ah a pe-ah practice makes perfect," she said to herself.
"Will it work?"
From the outside, they heard the angry sound, "Ooh Eee Rabbit ah pbthth!"
"No time to tetht partth."
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The Tazmanian Devil ripped the door from its hinges and tossed it aside, ready to storm in and kill that "Rabbit!"
Instead, Dr. Bunnet rushed out with the small dining table in hand. He set right before the beast.
"Ima cooked you a wild turkey surprise. You a stay right a here." There was barely enough of Elmer Fudd remaining to wonder, in confusion, at the offensively stereotyped accent.
That confusion lasted long enough for Dr. Bunnet to lay out a plate containing turkey coldcut wrapped around... something, and capped off with a turkey frill.
"Now eat-a up while it's-a still sizzling." It actually was still sizzling, too.
The part that was Elmer Fudd wasn't strong enough to resist the Devil's urge to consume. The monster picked up the food and shoved it all into his mouth.
Dr. Bunnet jumped back into the lodging and behind a wall just in time.
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"Thith ith Dr. Duhch in the Fudd Rethearch Fathility. Need emergenthy evacuathion, over."
"This is Captain Lin, confirming emergency evacuation. Situation report needed."
Just at that moment, an explosion shook through the storage shed, causing specimen bottles to rattle.
"What was that? Over." asked Captain Lin.
"Mr. Fudd hath had a mental break. He'th attacking uth. Need immediate evacuathion! Over!"
"On my way, over and out."
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Dr. Bunnet looked around the wall.
Elmer Fudd, no, definately not Elmer Fudd anymore. The monster that Elmer had called The Tasmanian Devil stood at the table, glaring at Dr. Bunnet. There was nothing left to confuse. Only anger and hate.
Dr. Bunnet attempted to run.
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The radio went dead.
"There. That'th done. Thoughtth on what we do, now?"
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah We survive. That shouldn't be too a de-ah a de-ah a de-ah difficult."
" I ooh waah hoo arr!" The rage in that string of syllabuls was immense. Language could not contain the hatred.
The sound was followed by Dr. Bunnet, flying, backwards and head first, through the door to the storage, and landing in a bloody human mess.
Dr.s Duhch and Pehg rushed to his aid.
"Don't waste your time. I'm a gonner."
"No, Bugth, you can make it. You're a thurvivor."
"Not this time, Doc."
Dr. Duhch ripped his own shurt to make a bandage to staunch the bleeding. "No, I've thpent too much time with you to let it end like thith!"
Dr. Bunnet grabbed Dr. Duhch's collar and pulled him in. "Look, Doc. I ain't got much time. Both of you gotta listen."
Dr. Pehg looked down, lower on Dr. Bunnet, then flinched. Few things could make her do that. She placed a hand on Dr. Duhch's shoulder.
"He ain't human no more. He's that thing, the Tasmanian Devil that he wrote about. But, there's good news."
"What poththible good newth could there be?"
"He can be hoit. He can be hoit. You can win. And, that music he talks about, the song of lunacy. I can hear it. You can, too. It ain't just destruction. If you hear it right, it's... merry." The body of Dr. Bunnet went limp.
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
___
Dr.s Duhch and Pehg looked at the radio in pieces.
"You know anything about engineering?"
"I've a re-ah a re-ah a re-ah repaired a few radios."
Dr. Pehg immediately set to sorting the parts for reassembly and Dr. Duhch set to fetching replacement parts.
___
Dr. Bunnet surprised even himself with his turn of speed as he ran to the lodging. Maybe it wasn't that surprising, considering all the times he had to rely upon quickness of foot and wit to survive his youth. With a similar speed, he brought three footlockers to block the door.
"Ooh ah!"
Dr. Bunnet paused in his next thought to antagonize the thing that used to be Mr. Fudd. "I hear you knocking, but you can't come in," he said in a singsong voice.
"Ooh Eee Rabbit ah pbthth!"
"I don't speak the lingo, but I get the gist," whispered the entemologist to himself.
He needed to keep Elmer distracted, angry, off balance. He was actually good at that. And, Dr. Bunnet looked in his bag, then at the refridgerator. Maybe Elmer's ideas about the lunacy at the heart of all action was correct, because Dr. Bunnet had an idea that was total lunacy.
___
Dr. Pehg's hands moved with unreasonable speed. "A pe-ah a pe-ah a pe-ah practice makes perfect," she said to herself.
"Will it work?"
From the outside, they heard the angry sound, "Ooh Eee Rabbit ah pbthth!"
"No time to tetht partth."
___
The Tazmanian Devil ripped the door from its hinges and tossed it aside, ready to storm in and kill that "Rabbit!"
Instead, Dr. Bunnet rushed out with the small dining table in hand. He set right before the beast.
"Ima cooked you a wild turkey surprise. You a stay right a here." There was barely enough of Elmer Fudd remaining to wonder, in confusion, at the offensively stereotyped accent.
That confusion lasted long enough for Dr. Bunnet to lay out a plate containing turkey coldcut wrapped around... something, and capped off with a turkey frill.
"Now eat-a up while it's-a still sizzling." It actually was still sizzling, too.
The part that was Elmer Fudd wasn't strong enough to resist the Devil's urge to consume. The monster picked up the food and shoved it all into his mouth.
Dr. Bunnet jumped back into the lodging and behind a wall just in time.
___
"Thith ith Dr. Duhch in the Fudd Rethearch Fathility. Need emergenthy evacuathion, over."
"This is Captain Lin, confirming emergency evacuation. Situation report needed."
Just at that moment, an explosion shook through the storage shed, causing specimen bottles to rattle.
"What was that? Over." asked Captain Lin.
"Mr. Fudd hath had a mental break. He'th attacking uth. Need immediate evacuathion! Over!"
"On my way, over and out."
___
Dr. Bunnet looked around the wall.
Elmer Fudd, no, definately not Elmer Fudd anymore. The monster that Elmer had called The Tasmanian Devil stood at the table, glaring at Dr. Bunnet. There was nothing left to confuse. Only anger and hate.
Dr. Bunnet attempted to run.
___
The radio went dead.
"There. That'th done. Thoughtth on what we do, now?"
"A we-ah a we-ah a we-ah We survive. That shouldn't be too a de-ah a de-ah a de-ah difficult."
" I ooh waah hoo arr!" The rage in that string of syllabuls was immense. Language could not contain the hatred.
The sound was followed by Dr. Bunnet, flying, backwards and head first, through the door to the storage, and landing in a bloody human mess.
Dr.s Duhch and Pehg rushed to his aid.
"Don't waste your time. I'm a gonner."
"No, Bugth, you can make it. You're a thurvivor."
"Not this time, Doc."
Dr. Duhch ripped his own shurt to make a bandage to staunch the bleeding. "No, I've thpent too much time with you to let it end like thith!"
Dr. Bunnet grabbed Dr. Duhch's collar and pulled him in. "Look, Doc. I ain't got much time. Both of you gotta listen."
Dr. Pehg looked down, lower on Dr. Bunnet, then flinched. Few things could make her do that. She placed a hand on Dr. Duhch's shoulder.
"He ain't human no more. He's that thing, the Tasmanian Devil that he wrote about. But, there's good news."
"What poththible good newth could there be?"
"He can be hoit. He can be hoit. You can win. And, that music he talks about, the song of lunacy. I can hear it. You can, too. It ain't just destruction. If you hear it right, it's... merry." The body of Dr. Bunnet went limp.
