Post by RaceFanX on Apr 5, 2009 1:39:21 GMT -5
This is it, the end of "Eyes of the Beholder." Will the pups pull thru and save the day or will the villianous Epsilon wipe out humanity and enslave the Earth. There's only one way to find out, keep reading...
Doc gave Epsilon a hard head-butt that forced him down onto the catwalk floor. Doc moved in, hoping for a knock out as no matter how evil Epsilon was he didn't really want to take another's life. He moved in for the finish when unexpectedly Epsilon sprang back to his feet and punched Doc hard in the throat.
The hit caught Doc off guard and he stumbled backward, clipping the lip on the side of the catwalk floor AND TUMBLING BACKWARD OVER THE SIDE!!!
Epsilon had a smile on his face as he walked over to the side to his enemy's demise only to look down and find Doc looking right back up at him. He grabbed the hanging cable he cut earlier. Doc slowly began to climb back up. Suddenly he looked up and saw a horrific sight, Epsilon had picked up his fire axe and was ready to cut the wire.
"You could have had it all Spotty if you'd just worked with me instead of against me. Goodbye Doc," said Epsilon. He swung the axe downward. Everything seemed slow motion as the axe cut thru the cable like a hot knife thru butter. The expression on Doc's face recalled that of Hans Gruber in "Die Hard" as he looked up at Epsilon while beginning his fall towards Earth.
How could this be...he...lost?
Doc could only look up as the border collie pup sarcastic waved bye bye to his foe. Epsilon contuined to watch Doc's decent as the pup let go of the now worthless strand of cut cable.
The pups on the ground looked up and saw Doc fall, almost all gasped in horror.
Doc's entire life flashed before his eyes, living as a stray, ending up in Hell Hall, figuring out what Doctor Who was, getting adopted and named by the Dearlys, battling Sirius, trying to romance Allie, everything. Mere seconds seeemed almost like hours then much sooner than expected...
BANG!
Doc smashed into something solid with a large amount of force, one of the lower catwalks about three stories below where he had fallen from. His left rear leg broke on impact and he was knocked unconscious. His "sonic screwdriver" flew out of the spot in his scarf where he was keeping it, coming to rest in front of him. The hit was strong enough to shake the catwalk, its vibrations rippling thru its door to stairs and causing its lock to break and the door to swing open. It made a rescue possible but Doc was still in bad shape. Was this really the way he was going to go out?...
"Sleep tight sucker," said Epsilon to himself after watching Doc's fall in full. He promptly ran over to the stairs and shut the door Doc had run thru, like the bottom door it locked automatically sealing him off from any more possible outside interference. He then set to fixing his amp, he was still determined to win.
"DOC!" came a variety of shouts from the ground. The others could only watch helplessly as their brother and friend freefell into the lower catwalk.
"Oh shot, we gotta help him!," shouted Lucky, staring at the locked staircase door keeping them out of the action.
Rolly had already thought up a plan to get past it and the pups were in the process of starting it when Doc took his plunge. Using a strong chrome metal chain from the toolbox of the Canine Crusher monster truck the pups were going to rip the door clean from its hinges using the truck.
A loud "BEEP" sound, similar to that of big trucks and construction equipment, was heard as Patriot backed the monster truck into position before parking it and running down the ladder from the cab and to help hook one chain safely around the truck's rear axle. Nuke climbed into the cab and took the wheel of the truck.
Using the almost cliche but darn effective totem manuever the other pups were able to hook the chain to the door. Patch stood on top and smashed the chain thru the door's small window before securing it in a position. Everything was set as the pups ran for cover. Patriot signaled Nuke who mashed the truck's gas pedal briefly.
CLANG!
The truck's massive horepower ripped the door right off the tower, immediately the pups began a despite run to up the stairs. Nuke stopped the truck and ran in following them. It was a seven-story climb to the injured, possibly dead, Doc and a full 10 stories up to Epsilon.
The border collie was again just moments away from carrying out his plan. The cable was tightened to the satellite dish end, now all he had to do was hook it properly to the amp. Once completed, he could launch a highly amplified version of his body's natural signals with the DeVilCo1 dish into space where the repositioned communications satellites would reroute them back to Earth and the unsuspecting human race. Within 2 minutes of sending it he could knock out any ability of the humans to fight back and within 10 minutes the human race would be nothing but a fading memory. He figured within 15 minutes he would control the world. The moment of conquest was fast approaching.
It was a desperate race against time as the pups ran up the stairs, hoping to stop Epsilon and save Doc before it became too late for either. Patch and Lucky led the charge. As the group rounded the seventh floor, only Patch, Lucky, Nuke and Drake contuined upward, the others ran out onto the catwalk to help Doc unsure what they would find.
Doc's motionless body lay in the exact position it had fallen. A small amount of blood was dripping from his mouth and it was clear Doc had suffered some bad injuries but there was one other thing that was clear, his crest was going in and out. He was still breathing and still alive. Clayton was the first to arrive as the other pups gathered around, ready to lift Doc and rush him to safety. As dangerous as it could be to move him, it was the only option, there was no way they could wait for a vet.
"Doc! DOC! Are you okay?" said Clayton, afraid he had just watched one of his best friends die before his eyes. Slowly, Doc began to regain conscienciousness.
Calls of "Atta boy Doc" and "Yes, he's alive!" rang thru the crowd. Slowly but surely, Doc was coming back to life.
The others had now reached the top, but all 5 pups were struggling to get the locked door open. All that stood between the Dearly pups and saving the world was one stupid door and without some sort of key the pups couldn't open it. As Nuke, Patch and Drake contuined in vain to get the door open, Lucky ran back down the stairs hoping to get the skeleton keys in Doc's screwdriver toy he used earlier.
After coughing up a bit of blood, Doc had now regained some consciousness though his injuries prevented him from moving much.
"Ow! What happened?" asked Doc.
"You fell about three stories Doc, you're lucky to be alive" replied Cadpig.
"Did we beat Epsilon," asked Doc. An almost out of breath Lucky brought him his answer.
"No, he's on the top catwalk with his device basically ready to go. Some of the others are up there too, we can't get the door open to stop them. We need your unlocking thing now Doc, it's our only hope," said Lucky
Suddenly there was a loud click, Epsilon had just jammed the cable into the amp. He was ready and was now putting on the goggled wire to send his signals into the amp. His goal was seconds away.The idea of running back up to unlock the door was no longer an option.
"We don't have time. It's the end of the line, but this moment has been prepared for," said Doc. He reached out and grabbed his modified "sonic screwdriver" toy. Rolling onto his back side to take aim he pressed the red button on its side. One of the side's of the toy sprang open, a small missle made from a model rocket engine and a wad of C4 explosive became visible. A small spring-loaded sight slid out into position.
"Well, U wasn't joking about the missle launcher," said Patriot in awe. As much as they thought it might be a bad idea to let the injured Doc shot it, nobody wanted to be near it when it went off not knowing what it would do or if it even worked. Doc took aim, first at Epsilon himelf, but then he thought better of it and aimed directly at the satellite dish's other supporting tower. He fired, the missle streaked out of its position and hit the tower directly on the connection between the dish and its support. Epsilon had just blinked his eyes to the DNA-altering green as a large explosion from the missle rocked the dish! It was startling enough to cause his eyes to flip back to normal coloring.
"What's going on?!" shouted Epsilon to himself as the sound of metal shearing in half was heard.
The giant connection between the dish and its support broke in the explosion and the dish noticably started to slide forward. Internal wires sending and receiving signals in the dish sheared in two with the movement, ruining any chance for Epsilon's plan just before the signal could be sent. The connection between the area of his hookup and dish no longer worked and his equipment was worthless but there were bigger problems. The entire DeVilCo1 set-up began to shake, guide wires shapped, the dish lunged further forward, it's other support (with the stairs the pups needed to reach safety inside it) started to give. A collapse of the entire satellite dish was immient!
"NO! My plan, it's ruined! YOU PUPS ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" shouted Epsilon down to the pups on the lower catwalk, unaware any were even at the door on his level.
He began to run for the locked door, unsure how he would open it but sure he was going to make the pups pay heavily for ruining his plan no matter what the cost when suddenly the main dish broke loose completely from the support towers and plumted to the ground, hitting the ground with great force (in the area of the wrecked RAV4) and crumpling into a giant hunk of metal and kicking up a huge cloud of dust. The broken guide wires whipped upward and tangled around Epsilon's catwalk, ripping it from the towers as they fell. The collie was trapped as the entire top level catwalk plunged toward the ground.
"NNNOOO!" shouted Epsilon. There was no escape as he and his equipment fell helplessly into the dust cloud and vanished from sight. The sound of crashing metal was heard as the catwalk smashed and broke up into the pile, accompanied by ripping cables and crunching wiring indicating the amp was certainly destroyed. Epsilon's threat was no more as the now lack of signals from the dish caused the communications satellites in space to move back into their normal positions and restore thier communications networks. The humans suspected very little, service was only out for a few minutes.
Other catwalks and the opposite tower where Doc's missle had struck also became entangled in web of the chaos and collapsed. The whole structure was coming unglued.
Sensing the danger of the situation, Patch, Nuke and Drake had already started running down the stairs as fast as they could. The others all worked together to lift the injured Doc before making a similar fast escape down the stairs. Their seventh story catwalk broke loose and collapsed just seconds after they all got off it. It was a narrow escape as the pups came darting out on the ground level just as the tower containing the staircase toppled into the rubble.
DeVilCo1 was now just a pile of twisted white metal lying on the ground. The scene resembled a plane crash in its utter destruction.
A quick head count confirmed the entire group was okay.
"Everyone's accounted for, let's get out of here," said Roxy.
Patriot took the wheel as everyone again boarded the Canine Crusher, thankfully Nuke had left positioned far enough away from the dish it wasn't damaged by any falling debris, and with the injured Doc secured in the back the truck drove off. In the distance, the sun begins to set on this anything but normal Saturday.
Later that night in the barn things were finally getting back to normal. The hockey hounds had reserved the TV for the night and it was tuned to CBC.
"This is the worst day of my life," said Ranger in his Brooklyn accent.
"Why?" asked Hesso. "Because an insane meglomaniac forced you aginst your will to attack your own family," he added.
"No, the New York Rangers are down 2-1 to the Toronto Maple Leafs," replied Ranger.
Suddenly on the TV, the Toronto team scored again.
"YES!" shouted Leaf at the exact same moment as Ranger shouted "NO!"
"I don't know if I understand this dedication to hockey those pups have," said Olwe.
"You're not the only one Olwe, you're not the only one," replied Hesso.
Clop, clop, clop...
Doc solidered into the room after having spent the entire evening to this point being patched up by Doctor Whittaker. She'd done a good job. His entire left rare paw was wrapped in a cast to help it heal but otherwise he was none the worse for wear.
"Oui, what a day," said Doc tired at everything that had occured.
"I'll say Doc, you completely embarrassed yourself at the start and yet by the end of the day you saved humanity and the concept of free will from destruction," said Clayton.
"I can't believe how close Epsilon got to carrying out his plan," said Roxy. "We should have realized sooner he was up to no good," she added.
"He was preaching what we wanted to hear. We got so caught up in enviromentalism that when he said he could stop global warming, we were all too eager to listen," said Patch. Doc chimed in.
"Enviromentalism is a good thing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise," said Doc. "But like anything that people treasure or willing to fight for, bad people are willing to use it to exploit us and further thier own interests. We just need to watch out," he added. Doc turned his attention to the aftermath of the day's events.
"How many people did Epsilon get before we stopped him?"
"All told, he turned about eight people into dogs before we could stop him. We've run the alert up and down the barking chain and we found the victims. Everyone says they'll do thier best to help them adjust since we can't change them back," said Lucky. "Three of them were little kids," he added.
"Sad but true. What about everyone here, they okay after the fight," asked Doc.
"Everyone's fine, little bruised up from all the drama but nothing a hearty dinner didn't fix," said Slayer.
"Even K-4.5 is already repaired and charging up, he should be ready by morning," said Patriot.
"Well that's good. Today was a very trying day," said Doc. "After everything today I'd just go to bed but Sci-Fi is airing another old Doctor Who serial tonight, the "Planet of the Spiders," and the heck if I'm missing that," he added.
"Typical Doc, beating, bruised, tired and yet there's always time for old TV you've seen before," said Noggin.
"You're darn right," said Doc. With that the camera slowly panned out of the barn into the night. Goodnight America.
The end credits begin, the usual credits are replaced by one more like that of the old animated show "The Raccoons." The 80s New Wave song "Run with Us" by Lisa Lougheed plays in the background as the credits appear over stills of various moments from the fic.
All canon characters are the property of Disney and/or the Dodie Smith estate.
All fan characters are property of their respective owners.
I extend a special thanks to all the members of this message board for use of your characters in this fic.
Chevrolet Avalanche provided by General Motors
Special Thanks to
Ford Trucks
McDonald's
Green's Auto Wrecking
Vehicle stunts performed by the RFX Productions Precision Driving Team
The vehicle stunts in this fic were performed by trained professionals, do not attempt to recreate
Remember kids, Winners don't do Drugs
All geographic information was accurate as of the date this program was recorded
The events and characters in this FanFic are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is unintentional
Filmed at Walt Disney Studios, Hollywood, CA, USA and on location in California, Michigan and New Mexico
THE PUPS WILL RETURN...
When in Hollywood or Orlando, Florida visit Universal Studios and "Ride the Movies"
(Ask for Babs)
The credits end but suddenly the screen begins to shake before tearing and revealing an extra scene. It's the remains of the DeVilCo1 dish. Hundreds of emergency and rescue personal have swarmed the site, likely looking for the remains of the two guards (unaware of their real fate). Bright lights illuminated the entire area. Police theft recovery have the Chevy Avalanche hooked up to a red 1979 Ford F-350 tow truck with "Piorkowski Towing" painted on the side. The tow truck drives back to the police station.
The news media has also decended on the site. A fimiliar reporter covers the event live.
"This is Michael Swen reporting for ABC News. Earlier today the DeVilCo1 dish sent out some malfunctioning signals causing worldwide communication issues for a few minutes before collapsing..." The camera pans over to the wreckage, suddenly a firefighter digging thru the debris finds something. He moved a piece of scrap metal out of the way and reaches into the pile to retrieve something.
"Hey boss, I found a live one!"
"Is it one of the guards?," asked his boss
"No, it's a puppy," replied the firefighter as he pulled a badly injured border collie pup from the wreckage. Moments later, Epsilon was strapped inside one of the several ambulances on site and in route to a local vet for treatment. While the human paramedics didn't understand it, he mumbled something to himself.
"I'll be back...I will win...I just need to bring reinforcements..."
Doc gave Epsilon a hard head-butt that forced him down onto the catwalk floor. Doc moved in, hoping for a knock out as no matter how evil Epsilon was he didn't really want to take another's life. He moved in for the finish when unexpectedly Epsilon sprang back to his feet and punched Doc hard in the throat.
The hit caught Doc off guard and he stumbled backward, clipping the lip on the side of the catwalk floor AND TUMBLING BACKWARD OVER THE SIDE!!!
Epsilon had a smile on his face as he walked over to the side to his enemy's demise only to look down and find Doc looking right back up at him. He grabbed the hanging cable he cut earlier. Doc slowly began to climb back up. Suddenly he looked up and saw a horrific sight, Epsilon had picked up his fire axe and was ready to cut the wire.
"You could have had it all Spotty if you'd just worked with me instead of against me. Goodbye Doc," said Epsilon. He swung the axe downward. Everything seemed slow motion as the axe cut thru the cable like a hot knife thru butter. The expression on Doc's face recalled that of Hans Gruber in "Die Hard" as he looked up at Epsilon while beginning his fall towards Earth.
How could this be...he...lost?
Doc could only look up as the border collie pup sarcastic waved bye bye to his foe. Epsilon contuined to watch Doc's decent as the pup let go of the now worthless strand of cut cable.
The pups on the ground looked up and saw Doc fall, almost all gasped in horror.
Doc's entire life flashed before his eyes, living as a stray, ending up in Hell Hall, figuring out what Doctor Who was, getting adopted and named by the Dearlys, battling Sirius, trying to romance Allie, everything. Mere seconds seeemed almost like hours then much sooner than expected...
BANG!
Doc smashed into something solid with a large amount of force, one of the lower catwalks about three stories below where he had fallen from. His left rear leg broke on impact and he was knocked unconscious. His "sonic screwdriver" flew out of the spot in his scarf where he was keeping it, coming to rest in front of him. The hit was strong enough to shake the catwalk, its vibrations rippling thru its door to stairs and causing its lock to break and the door to swing open. It made a rescue possible but Doc was still in bad shape. Was this really the way he was going to go out?...
"Sleep tight sucker," said Epsilon to himself after watching Doc's fall in full. He promptly ran over to the stairs and shut the door Doc had run thru, like the bottom door it locked automatically sealing him off from any more possible outside interference. He then set to fixing his amp, he was still determined to win.
"DOC!" came a variety of shouts from the ground. The others could only watch helplessly as their brother and friend freefell into the lower catwalk.
"Oh shot, we gotta help him!," shouted Lucky, staring at the locked staircase door keeping them out of the action.
Rolly had already thought up a plan to get past it and the pups were in the process of starting it when Doc took his plunge. Using a strong chrome metal chain from the toolbox of the Canine Crusher monster truck the pups were going to rip the door clean from its hinges using the truck.
A loud "BEEP" sound, similar to that of big trucks and construction equipment, was heard as Patriot backed the monster truck into position before parking it and running down the ladder from the cab and to help hook one chain safely around the truck's rear axle. Nuke climbed into the cab and took the wheel of the truck.
Using the almost cliche but darn effective totem manuever the other pups were able to hook the chain to the door. Patch stood on top and smashed the chain thru the door's small window before securing it in a position. Everything was set as the pups ran for cover. Patriot signaled Nuke who mashed the truck's gas pedal briefly.
CLANG!
The truck's massive horepower ripped the door right off the tower, immediately the pups began a despite run to up the stairs. Nuke stopped the truck and ran in following them. It was a seven-story climb to the injured, possibly dead, Doc and a full 10 stories up to Epsilon.
The border collie was again just moments away from carrying out his plan. The cable was tightened to the satellite dish end, now all he had to do was hook it properly to the amp. Once completed, he could launch a highly amplified version of his body's natural signals with the DeVilCo1 dish into space where the repositioned communications satellites would reroute them back to Earth and the unsuspecting human race. Within 2 minutes of sending it he could knock out any ability of the humans to fight back and within 10 minutes the human race would be nothing but a fading memory. He figured within 15 minutes he would control the world. The moment of conquest was fast approaching.
It was a desperate race against time as the pups ran up the stairs, hoping to stop Epsilon and save Doc before it became too late for either. Patch and Lucky led the charge. As the group rounded the seventh floor, only Patch, Lucky, Nuke and Drake contuined upward, the others ran out onto the catwalk to help Doc unsure what they would find.
Doc's motionless body lay in the exact position it had fallen. A small amount of blood was dripping from his mouth and it was clear Doc had suffered some bad injuries but there was one other thing that was clear, his crest was going in and out. He was still breathing and still alive. Clayton was the first to arrive as the other pups gathered around, ready to lift Doc and rush him to safety. As dangerous as it could be to move him, it was the only option, there was no way they could wait for a vet.
"Doc! DOC! Are you okay?" said Clayton, afraid he had just watched one of his best friends die before his eyes. Slowly, Doc began to regain conscienciousness.
Calls of "Atta boy Doc" and "Yes, he's alive!" rang thru the crowd. Slowly but surely, Doc was coming back to life.
The others had now reached the top, but all 5 pups were struggling to get the locked door open. All that stood between the Dearly pups and saving the world was one stupid door and without some sort of key the pups couldn't open it. As Nuke, Patch and Drake contuined in vain to get the door open, Lucky ran back down the stairs hoping to get the skeleton keys in Doc's screwdriver toy he used earlier.
After coughing up a bit of blood, Doc had now regained some consciousness though his injuries prevented him from moving much.
"Ow! What happened?" asked Doc.
"You fell about three stories Doc, you're lucky to be alive" replied Cadpig.
"Did we beat Epsilon," asked Doc. An almost out of breath Lucky brought him his answer.
"No, he's on the top catwalk with his device basically ready to go. Some of the others are up there too, we can't get the door open to stop them. We need your unlocking thing now Doc, it's our only hope," said Lucky
Suddenly there was a loud click, Epsilon had just jammed the cable into the amp. He was ready and was now putting on the goggled wire to send his signals into the amp. His goal was seconds away.The idea of running back up to unlock the door was no longer an option.
"We don't have time. It's the end of the line, but this moment has been prepared for," said Doc. He reached out and grabbed his modified "sonic screwdriver" toy. Rolling onto his back side to take aim he pressed the red button on its side. One of the side's of the toy sprang open, a small missle made from a model rocket engine and a wad of C4 explosive became visible. A small spring-loaded sight slid out into position.
"Well, U wasn't joking about the missle launcher," said Patriot in awe. As much as they thought it might be a bad idea to let the injured Doc shot it, nobody wanted to be near it when it went off not knowing what it would do or if it even worked. Doc took aim, first at Epsilon himelf, but then he thought better of it and aimed directly at the satellite dish's other supporting tower. He fired, the missle streaked out of its position and hit the tower directly on the connection between the dish and its support. Epsilon had just blinked his eyes to the DNA-altering green as a large explosion from the missle rocked the dish! It was startling enough to cause his eyes to flip back to normal coloring.
"What's going on?!" shouted Epsilon to himself as the sound of metal shearing in half was heard.
The giant connection between the dish and its support broke in the explosion and the dish noticably started to slide forward. Internal wires sending and receiving signals in the dish sheared in two with the movement, ruining any chance for Epsilon's plan just before the signal could be sent. The connection between the area of his hookup and dish no longer worked and his equipment was worthless but there were bigger problems. The entire DeVilCo1 set-up began to shake, guide wires shapped, the dish lunged further forward, it's other support (with the stairs the pups needed to reach safety inside it) started to give. A collapse of the entire satellite dish was immient!
"NO! My plan, it's ruined! YOU PUPS ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" shouted Epsilon down to the pups on the lower catwalk, unaware any were even at the door on his level.
He began to run for the locked door, unsure how he would open it but sure he was going to make the pups pay heavily for ruining his plan no matter what the cost when suddenly the main dish broke loose completely from the support towers and plumted to the ground, hitting the ground with great force (in the area of the wrecked RAV4) and crumpling into a giant hunk of metal and kicking up a huge cloud of dust. The broken guide wires whipped upward and tangled around Epsilon's catwalk, ripping it from the towers as they fell. The collie was trapped as the entire top level catwalk plunged toward the ground.
"NNNOOO!" shouted Epsilon. There was no escape as he and his equipment fell helplessly into the dust cloud and vanished from sight. The sound of crashing metal was heard as the catwalk smashed and broke up into the pile, accompanied by ripping cables and crunching wiring indicating the amp was certainly destroyed. Epsilon's threat was no more as the now lack of signals from the dish caused the communications satellites in space to move back into their normal positions and restore thier communications networks. The humans suspected very little, service was only out for a few minutes.
Other catwalks and the opposite tower where Doc's missle had struck also became entangled in web of the chaos and collapsed. The whole structure was coming unglued.
Sensing the danger of the situation, Patch, Nuke and Drake had already started running down the stairs as fast as they could. The others all worked together to lift the injured Doc before making a similar fast escape down the stairs. Their seventh story catwalk broke loose and collapsed just seconds after they all got off it. It was a narrow escape as the pups came darting out on the ground level just as the tower containing the staircase toppled into the rubble.
DeVilCo1 was now just a pile of twisted white metal lying on the ground. The scene resembled a plane crash in its utter destruction.
A quick head count confirmed the entire group was okay.
"Everyone's accounted for, let's get out of here," said Roxy.
Patriot took the wheel as everyone again boarded the Canine Crusher, thankfully Nuke had left positioned far enough away from the dish it wasn't damaged by any falling debris, and with the injured Doc secured in the back the truck drove off. In the distance, the sun begins to set on this anything but normal Saturday.
Later that night in the barn things were finally getting back to normal. The hockey hounds had reserved the TV for the night and it was tuned to CBC.
"This is the worst day of my life," said Ranger in his Brooklyn accent.
"Why?" asked Hesso. "Because an insane meglomaniac forced you aginst your will to attack your own family," he added.
"No, the New York Rangers are down 2-1 to the Toronto Maple Leafs," replied Ranger.
Suddenly on the TV, the Toronto team scored again.
"YES!" shouted Leaf at the exact same moment as Ranger shouted "NO!"
"I don't know if I understand this dedication to hockey those pups have," said Olwe.
"You're not the only one Olwe, you're not the only one," replied Hesso.
Clop, clop, clop...
Doc solidered into the room after having spent the entire evening to this point being patched up by Doctor Whittaker. She'd done a good job. His entire left rare paw was wrapped in a cast to help it heal but otherwise he was none the worse for wear.
"Oui, what a day," said Doc tired at everything that had occured.
"I'll say Doc, you completely embarrassed yourself at the start and yet by the end of the day you saved humanity and the concept of free will from destruction," said Clayton.
"I can't believe how close Epsilon got to carrying out his plan," said Roxy. "We should have realized sooner he was up to no good," she added.
"He was preaching what we wanted to hear. We got so caught up in enviromentalism that when he said he could stop global warming, we were all too eager to listen," said Patch. Doc chimed in.
"Enviromentalism is a good thing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise," said Doc. "But like anything that people treasure or willing to fight for, bad people are willing to use it to exploit us and further thier own interests. We just need to watch out," he added. Doc turned his attention to the aftermath of the day's events.
"How many people did Epsilon get before we stopped him?"
"All told, he turned about eight people into dogs before we could stop him. We've run the alert up and down the barking chain and we found the victims. Everyone says they'll do thier best to help them adjust since we can't change them back," said Lucky. "Three of them were little kids," he added.
"Sad but true. What about everyone here, they okay after the fight," asked Doc.
"Everyone's fine, little bruised up from all the drama but nothing a hearty dinner didn't fix," said Slayer.
"Even K-4.5 is already repaired and charging up, he should be ready by morning," said Patriot.
"Well that's good. Today was a very trying day," said Doc. "After everything today I'd just go to bed but Sci-Fi is airing another old Doctor Who serial tonight, the "Planet of the Spiders," and the heck if I'm missing that," he added.
"Typical Doc, beating, bruised, tired and yet there's always time for old TV you've seen before," said Noggin.
"You're darn right," said Doc. With that the camera slowly panned out of the barn into the night. Goodnight America.
The end credits begin, the usual credits are replaced by one more like that of the old animated show "The Raccoons." The 80s New Wave song "Run with Us" by Lisa Lougheed plays in the background as the credits appear over stills of various moments from the fic.
All canon characters are the property of Disney and/or the Dodie Smith estate.
All fan characters are property of their respective owners.
I extend a special thanks to all the members of this message board for use of your characters in this fic.
Chevrolet Avalanche provided by General Motors
Special Thanks to
Ford Trucks
McDonald's
Green's Auto Wrecking
Vehicle stunts performed by the RFX Productions Precision Driving Team
The vehicle stunts in this fic were performed by trained professionals, do not attempt to recreate
Remember kids, Winners don't do Drugs
All geographic information was accurate as of the date this program was recorded
The events and characters in this FanFic are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is unintentional
Filmed at Walt Disney Studios, Hollywood, CA, USA and on location in California, Michigan and New Mexico
THE PUPS WILL RETURN...
When in Hollywood or Orlando, Florida visit Universal Studios and "Ride the Movies"
(Ask for Babs)
The credits end but suddenly the screen begins to shake before tearing and revealing an extra scene. It's the remains of the DeVilCo1 dish. Hundreds of emergency and rescue personal have swarmed the site, likely looking for the remains of the two guards (unaware of their real fate). Bright lights illuminated the entire area. Police theft recovery have the Chevy Avalanche hooked up to a red 1979 Ford F-350 tow truck with "Piorkowski Towing" painted on the side. The tow truck drives back to the police station.
The news media has also decended on the site. A fimiliar reporter covers the event live.
"This is Michael Swen reporting for ABC News. Earlier today the DeVilCo1 dish sent out some malfunctioning signals causing worldwide communication issues for a few minutes before collapsing..." The camera pans over to the wreckage, suddenly a firefighter digging thru the debris finds something. He moved a piece of scrap metal out of the way and reaches into the pile to retrieve something.
"Hey boss, I found a live one!"
"Is it one of the guards?," asked his boss
"No, it's a puppy," replied the firefighter as he pulled a badly injured border collie pup from the wreckage. Moments later, Epsilon was strapped inside one of the several ambulances on site and in route to a local vet for treatment. While the human paramedics didn't understand it, he mumbled something to himself.
"I'll be back...I will win...I just need to bring reinforcements..."