Post by Charlie B. Barkin on Apr 29, 2003 21:07:45 GMT -5
Yes, I wrote an ADGTH fanfic. It originally was a roleplay plot I had planned to try and develope once, but it didn't take off. Comments/criticism welcome.
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That was the last straw. Carface was asking for it big time. Charlie B. Barkin, mixed-up pup of New Orleans, Louisiana, was brewing a major plan to get back at the double-crossing bulldog known as Carface. He paced the floor of Itchy’s shack in aggravation as night fell on the junkyard outside.
“Boss, why don’t you give it a rest?” Itchy moaned, trying to sleep while Charlie’s toenails clicked incessantly across the rickety wooden floor.
Charlie ignored the dachshund and continued pacing, muttering incoherently. Itchy knew the German shepherd was planning something. He wasn’t sure what and he was afraid to ask, so he didn’t. Instead, he pulled a pillow over his head in an attempt to muffle Charlie’s noise.
“That’s it!”<br>
Charlie’s sudden exclamation caused poor Itchy to leap up with a frightened yelp. Charlie was too pleased with himself to apologize for startling his friend. He only grabbed one of Itchy’s long ears and pulled him close.
“Itchy, I’ve got it,” he whispered with a sinister snicker, “It’s perfect! I’ll fix Carface good this time.”<br>
“Boss, why can’t we just leave Carface alone?” Itchy whined, “He’s dangerous and mean and scary and--”<br>
“Nah, I’m not going to leave him alone,” Charlie interrupted, “He’s had this coming to him for a long time, the greedy, double-crossing--”<br>
“Does this plan require my aid, Boss?” Itchy questioned warily.
“Of course,” Charlie answered, “I’m going to need you and Flo and anybody else willing to help me with this. You are going to help me, right?”<br>
“Oh...well...yeah, sure,” Itchy said after a moment’s hesitation, “I guess so.”<br>
“You guess so?” Charlie asked, “What kind of friend are you?”<br>
“Well, can’t I hear your plan first?” Itchy whimpered, “Then I’ll make a definite decision whether I’m in or not...okay?”<br>
“Okay,” Charlie grinned, “Here’s the plan: In the dead of night, you and I rally Smiley, Vera, Flo, and the gang, we sneak into Carface’s casino, wait until midnight, and then we snatch one of his gang members. We’ll make it as if he vanished into thin air.”<br>
“So how’s that going to fix Carface...exactly?”<br>
“Will you let me finish?” Charlie snapped, exasperated, “Listen. We’ll pick his gang off one by one--a thug disappears every night when the clock strikes twelve--until only Carface remains...all by himself. We’ll target the mutts farthest away from him in the pack and close in every night. The last goon we snatch will be that four-eyed idiot, Carface’s personal lackey and doormat. What was his name?”<br>
“Killer...I think,” Itchy replied after a moment’s thought.
“Right,” Charlie chuckled, “We’ll nab him last.”<br>
“What about Carface?”<br>
“Ah, this is where it gets fun,” Charlie rubbed his paws together evilly, “When fat boy starts noticing he’s missing some gang members, we’ll start making noises at night on the ship. Ghostly noises! We’ll make him think his joint is haunted!”<br>
“Ghosts?” Itchy whimpered, “I don’t like this idea at all, Charlie. Mm-mm! Not one bit!”<br>
“Are you in or not?”<br>
“No,” Itchy answered curtly.
“But Itch--”<br>
“No, Charlie,” Itchy repeated, “I don’t like ghosts or Carface. I don’t want to.”<br>
“Aw, come on, Itch,” Charlie pleaded, trying to manipulate his friend, “I can’t do this without you, pal. I need you. Please?”<br>
Itchy’s biggest mistake was making eye contact with Charlie. The German shepherd’s pleading look convinced him to go along with the deceitful, scary plan.
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The following night, the plan went into action. Charlie managed to rally Smiley, Vera, Flo, and even the orphan puppies from the old church and they all agreed to help him in his vengeful plan, although some were just as reluctant as Itchy.
The gang approached Carface’s hideout late--about eleven o’clock--that night and Charlie led the entire group down through the ventilation system. They traveled silently through the steel pipes and didn’t stop or speak until Charlie made it clear that it was all right.
“Okay,” he whispered upon reaching a vent grate just near the main entrance to the casino, “Here’s how it’s going to work: we’ll wait here in silence until exactly midnight, then we’re going to nab that fat slob guarding the door.”<br>
Peering through the grate, all the dogs could see the big thug guarding the door, though he appeared half-asleep. Charlie knew that would make things even easier.
“I want him bound and gagged immediately,” Charlie continued, “No fooling around. No nonsense. Any questions?”<br>
“Do we have to do this, Boss?” Itchy moaned desperately.
Charlie gave him a warning glance and turned to the others.
“If anything happens--another goon comes down to investigate or something--”<br>
“We nab him too?” Smiley asked.
“No,” Charlie answered urgently, “No, we let him go, but we make a lot of scary noises; howling, crashing, screaming...stuff like that. Scare him off.”<br>
“We can make the noises!” the fat pup grinned mischievously.
“Yeah, we’ll scare the fur off of them!” the pink female pup chimed in.
Charlie chuckled quietly, pleased with their enthusiasm. As agreed, they all fell silent and waited for the clock to strike midnight.
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That was the last straw. Carface was asking for it big time. Charlie B. Barkin, mixed-up pup of New Orleans, Louisiana, was brewing a major plan to get back at the double-crossing bulldog known as Carface. He paced the floor of Itchy’s shack in aggravation as night fell on the junkyard outside.
“Boss, why don’t you give it a rest?” Itchy moaned, trying to sleep while Charlie’s toenails clicked incessantly across the rickety wooden floor.
Charlie ignored the dachshund and continued pacing, muttering incoherently. Itchy knew the German shepherd was planning something. He wasn’t sure what and he was afraid to ask, so he didn’t. Instead, he pulled a pillow over his head in an attempt to muffle Charlie’s noise.
“That’s it!”<br>
Charlie’s sudden exclamation caused poor Itchy to leap up with a frightened yelp. Charlie was too pleased with himself to apologize for startling his friend. He only grabbed one of Itchy’s long ears and pulled him close.
“Itchy, I’ve got it,” he whispered with a sinister snicker, “It’s perfect! I’ll fix Carface good this time.”<br>
“Boss, why can’t we just leave Carface alone?” Itchy whined, “He’s dangerous and mean and scary and--”<br>
“Nah, I’m not going to leave him alone,” Charlie interrupted, “He’s had this coming to him for a long time, the greedy, double-crossing--”<br>
“Does this plan require my aid, Boss?” Itchy questioned warily.
“Of course,” Charlie answered, “I’m going to need you and Flo and anybody else willing to help me with this. You are going to help me, right?”<br>
“Oh...well...yeah, sure,” Itchy said after a moment’s hesitation, “I guess so.”<br>
“You guess so?” Charlie asked, “What kind of friend are you?”<br>
“Well, can’t I hear your plan first?” Itchy whimpered, “Then I’ll make a definite decision whether I’m in or not...okay?”<br>
“Okay,” Charlie grinned, “Here’s the plan: In the dead of night, you and I rally Smiley, Vera, Flo, and the gang, we sneak into Carface’s casino, wait until midnight, and then we snatch one of his gang members. We’ll make it as if he vanished into thin air.”<br>
“So how’s that going to fix Carface...exactly?”<br>
“Will you let me finish?” Charlie snapped, exasperated, “Listen. We’ll pick his gang off one by one--a thug disappears every night when the clock strikes twelve--until only Carface remains...all by himself. We’ll target the mutts farthest away from him in the pack and close in every night. The last goon we snatch will be that four-eyed idiot, Carface’s personal lackey and doormat. What was his name?”<br>
“Killer...I think,” Itchy replied after a moment’s thought.
“Right,” Charlie chuckled, “We’ll nab him last.”<br>
“What about Carface?”<br>
“Ah, this is where it gets fun,” Charlie rubbed his paws together evilly, “When fat boy starts noticing he’s missing some gang members, we’ll start making noises at night on the ship. Ghostly noises! We’ll make him think his joint is haunted!”<br>
“Ghosts?” Itchy whimpered, “I don’t like this idea at all, Charlie. Mm-mm! Not one bit!”<br>
“Are you in or not?”<br>
“No,” Itchy answered curtly.
“But Itch--”<br>
“No, Charlie,” Itchy repeated, “I don’t like ghosts or Carface. I don’t want to.”<br>
“Aw, come on, Itch,” Charlie pleaded, trying to manipulate his friend, “I can’t do this without you, pal. I need you. Please?”<br>
Itchy’s biggest mistake was making eye contact with Charlie. The German shepherd’s pleading look convinced him to go along with the deceitful, scary plan.
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The following night, the plan went into action. Charlie managed to rally Smiley, Vera, Flo, and even the orphan puppies from the old church and they all agreed to help him in his vengeful plan, although some were just as reluctant as Itchy.
The gang approached Carface’s hideout late--about eleven o’clock--that night and Charlie led the entire group down through the ventilation system. They traveled silently through the steel pipes and didn’t stop or speak until Charlie made it clear that it was all right.
“Okay,” he whispered upon reaching a vent grate just near the main entrance to the casino, “Here’s how it’s going to work: we’ll wait here in silence until exactly midnight, then we’re going to nab that fat slob guarding the door.”<br>
Peering through the grate, all the dogs could see the big thug guarding the door, though he appeared half-asleep. Charlie knew that would make things even easier.
“I want him bound and gagged immediately,” Charlie continued, “No fooling around. No nonsense. Any questions?”<br>
“Do we have to do this, Boss?” Itchy moaned desperately.
Charlie gave him a warning glance and turned to the others.
“If anything happens--another goon comes down to investigate or something--”<br>
“We nab him too?” Smiley asked.
“No,” Charlie answered urgently, “No, we let him go, but we make a lot of scary noises; howling, crashing, screaming...stuff like that. Scare him off.”<br>
“We can make the noises!” the fat pup grinned mischievously.
“Yeah, we’ll scare the fur off of them!” the pink female pup chimed in.
Charlie chuckled quietly, pleased with their enthusiasm. As agreed, they all fell silent and waited for the clock to strike midnight.
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