Post by Belchic on Dec 29, 2005 1:42:19 GMT -5
Figured I'd might as well repost my other fic before the other board gets deleted: "Battle of the Barks"
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One day our beloved pups were sitting at the TV watching "Thunderbolt". All four of them were enjoying it as usual. After the show was over, they kept watching TV. They were so bored that they decided to watch the news, which came on right after it. The news reporter reported:
"In the world of food these days, Loafer's is trying new pizza shapes. They will start by experimenting with the rectangle shape. Loafer's is hoping to compete with their competetors at Mama Celine's, and they will later try other shapes such as trapezoids, parallellograms and rhombus'. In other news, this Friday will be Grutely's annual 'Battle of the Bands' contest. More on that later. Our top story today: a quartet of dalmatian puppy gangsters known as the Brainiacs have just escaped from the Grutely pound and have all gone off in seperate directions. Police report that they will try to capture their leader, Noggin, first."
"Did you hear that, guys?" Lucky barked.
"What are those guys doing? Pizza belongs in a triangle," said Rolly.
"That Noggin is a severe hottie!" said Cadpig.
"No, guys!" Lucky abrupted. "The Battle of the Bands! I think we should enter that contest and become huge rock stars!"
"How are we going to do that, Lucky?" asked Rolly. "We're just puppies."
Lucky replied, "Not just any puppies, Rolly. We're dalmatians!"
Spot added, "Which means we have spots!"
"Okay guys," said Lucky, "Let's get started. Now here's what we're going to do..."
Lucky explained how the four of them were going to compete: "We are going to have our very own rock and roll equipment just as the other rock stars do. Also, I'm going to write a song for us to perform at the Battle of the Bands. And we will win the contest!"
Cadpig butted in, "I'm sensing some unconsidered problems we may encounter here."
"Like what?" asked Lucky.
"We're just puppies, Luckless!" she replied. "Do you think any of us can play a guitar that big?"
"And where do you expect us to get all that equipment?" Spot added.
"No problem," said Lucky. "We'll just make our own equipment." The others looked at Lucky thinking he was out of his mind. "It'll be a piece of cake. We have some reinforcements who can help us."
Before they started working on their band equipment, Lucky decided to assign positions for him and his pals.
"Since I'm the leader of the group," said Lucky, "I'm going to put myself in charge of the lead guitar."
"I think I would be enthralled with playing keyboards for the band," said Cadpig.
"Hey, I want to play guitar too." said Spot. "Alright, Spot," said Lucky, "you can be the bass player." Spot moaned, "How did I get stuck playing bass?" "What's the matter, Spot?" asked Lucky. "Chicken?" Spot quickly answered, "OK, I'll do it."
"Well, Rolly, you're the only one left," Lucky said. "So what position do I have?" Rolly asked. Lucky reviewed, "Guitar is taken, bass is taken, keyboard is taken...Well, I guess you're the drummer." "Cool! I'll take it!" Rolly replied.
"Wait a minute," Lucky abrupted. "Who's gonna sing?" "Don't look at me," said Rolly. "I've never been good at singing!" "Let me try," said Spot. Spot gave a singing audition for the pups, but the three pups could not stand her annoying voice. Instead of critiquing her, Lucky just said, "OK, that's enough, chicken." Lucky turned to his sister, "Cadpig, I guess you and I are going to be the singers." "Sure," said Cadpig, "I'm cool with that."
With all that said and done, the pups all got to work.
So the dalmatians worked all night building and setting up their equipment. They worked and worked and worked. They tested everything just to make sure everything would work out.
Finally, at 2 in the morning, the whole thing was finished. "Alright!" said Lucky. "We're ready to rock!" Rolly, Cadpig and Spot just yawned. They were really tired and desperately wanted to get some sleep. "Okay, let's all get a good night's sleep," said Lucky. "We've got a big competition ahead of us and gotta get some good practices in. But first, it's time to turn ourselves in for the night." So the puppies went to sleep.
The morning came. Lucky woke up with a big yawn. "Rise and shine, guys," he said. Cadpig woke up, bright and cheery as usual. Spot got up, had a little difficulty with her eyes, but still managed to wake herself up. Rolly, on the other hand, was still sleeping like a log. "Are we all ready to start rehearsing?" asked Lucky. "Not all of us are," said Spot. "Rolly's still sawin' logs." "He didn't get enough sleep last night," said Cadpig, "but I best not disturb his r.e.m. sleep." "Well, this is just great," Lucky said annoyed. "We're going to be here for hours!"
Just then, the chimes of the chow tower rang. Rolly jumped up onto his paws. "Oh papa!" he shouted. "It's chow time!" He started to run out, but Lucky stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" "Come on, Lucky," Rolly moaned, "you don't want us to miss breakfast, do ya?" Lucky answered, "We don't have a lot of time. The Battle of the Bands is this Friday, and we need to get a lot of rehearsals in. Cadpig came in. "Lucky's right. The more we practice at something the better we'll get at it. Think positively about these things." "But I've never missed a meal at all!" Rolly whined. "There were some days when I missed meals, but you never heard me complaining about it," said Cadpig. Suddenly, Cadpig started feeling a little emotional, and her stomach began to growl. She was starting to get as hungry as Rolly. "Then again," she added, "breakfast is the most important meal of the day. We shouldn't be doing something like band practicing at this hour, especially not on empty stomachs." "Come to think of it, I'm pretty hungry too," said Lucky. "Come on, let's get to the troff before we miss anything." So they did.
After filling themselves up with kibble, the quartet went back into the barn to get their practices in. "Wait a minute!" Cadpig abrupted. "We still need a name for the band!"
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That's where I last left off. I'm still trying to come up with a name for their band, and I'm open for suggestions. And for convenience of the people who loved it, here's the pic of the band again:
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One day our beloved pups were sitting at the TV watching "Thunderbolt". All four of them were enjoying it as usual. After the show was over, they kept watching TV. They were so bored that they decided to watch the news, which came on right after it. The news reporter reported:
"In the world of food these days, Loafer's is trying new pizza shapes. They will start by experimenting with the rectangle shape. Loafer's is hoping to compete with their competetors at Mama Celine's, and they will later try other shapes such as trapezoids, parallellograms and rhombus'. In other news, this Friday will be Grutely's annual 'Battle of the Bands' contest. More on that later. Our top story today: a quartet of dalmatian puppy gangsters known as the Brainiacs have just escaped from the Grutely pound and have all gone off in seperate directions. Police report that they will try to capture their leader, Noggin, first."
"Did you hear that, guys?" Lucky barked.
"What are those guys doing? Pizza belongs in a triangle," said Rolly.
"That Noggin is a severe hottie!" said Cadpig.
"No, guys!" Lucky abrupted. "The Battle of the Bands! I think we should enter that contest and become huge rock stars!"
"How are we going to do that, Lucky?" asked Rolly. "We're just puppies."
Lucky replied, "Not just any puppies, Rolly. We're dalmatians!"
Spot added, "Which means we have spots!"
"Okay guys," said Lucky, "Let's get started. Now here's what we're going to do..."
Lucky explained how the four of them were going to compete: "We are going to have our very own rock and roll equipment just as the other rock stars do. Also, I'm going to write a song for us to perform at the Battle of the Bands. And we will win the contest!"
Cadpig butted in, "I'm sensing some unconsidered problems we may encounter here."
"Like what?" asked Lucky.
"We're just puppies, Luckless!" she replied. "Do you think any of us can play a guitar that big?"
"And where do you expect us to get all that equipment?" Spot added.
"No problem," said Lucky. "We'll just make our own equipment." The others looked at Lucky thinking he was out of his mind. "It'll be a piece of cake. We have some reinforcements who can help us."
Before they started working on their band equipment, Lucky decided to assign positions for him and his pals.
"Since I'm the leader of the group," said Lucky, "I'm going to put myself in charge of the lead guitar."
"I think I would be enthralled with playing keyboards for the band," said Cadpig.
"Hey, I want to play guitar too." said Spot. "Alright, Spot," said Lucky, "you can be the bass player." Spot moaned, "How did I get stuck playing bass?" "What's the matter, Spot?" asked Lucky. "Chicken?" Spot quickly answered, "OK, I'll do it."
"Well, Rolly, you're the only one left," Lucky said. "So what position do I have?" Rolly asked. Lucky reviewed, "Guitar is taken, bass is taken, keyboard is taken...Well, I guess you're the drummer." "Cool! I'll take it!" Rolly replied.
"Wait a minute," Lucky abrupted. "Who's gonna sing?" "Don't look at me," said Rolly. "I've never been good at singing!" "Let me try," said Spot. Spot gave a singing audition for the pups, but the three pups could not stand her annoying voice. Instead of critiquing her, Lucky just said, "OK, that's enough, chicken." Lucky turned to his sister, "Cadpig, I guess you and I are going to be the singers." "Sure," said Cadpig, "I'm cool with that."
With all that said and done, the pups all got to work.
So the dalmatians worked all night building and setting up their equipment. They worked and worked and worked. They tested everything just to make sure everything would work out.
Finally, at 2 in the morning, the whole thing was finished. "Alright!" said Lucky. "We're ready to rock!" Rolly, Cadpig and Spot just yawned. They were really tired and desperately wanted to get some sleep. "Okay, let's all get a good night's sleep," said Lucky. "We've got a big competition ahead of us and gotta get some good practices in. But first, it's time to turn ourselves in for the night." So the puppies went to sleep.
The morning came. Lucky woke up with a big yawn. "Rise and shine, guys," he said. Cadpig woke up, bright and cheery as usual. Spot got up, had a little difficulty with her eyes, but still managed to wake herself up. Rolly, on the other hand, was still sleeping like a log. "Are we all ready to start rehearsing?" asked Lucky. "Not all of us are," said Spot. "Rolly's still sawin' logs." "He didn't get enough sleep last night," said Cadpig, "but I best not disturb his r.e.m. sleep." "Well, this is just great," Lucky said annoyed. "We're going to be here for hours!"
Just then, the chimes of the chow tower rang. Rolly jumped up onto his paws. "Oh papa!" he shouted. "It's chow time!" He started to run out, but Lucky stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" "Come on, Lucky," Rolly moaned, "you don't want us to miss breakfast, do ya?" Lucky answered, "We don't have a lot of time. The Battle of the Bands is this Friday, and we need to get a lot of rehearsals in. Cadpig came in. "Lucky's right. The more we practice at something the better we'll get at it. Think positively about these things." "But I've never missed a meal at all!" Rolly whined. "There were some days when I missed meals, but you never heard me complaining about it," said Cadpig. Suddenly, Cadpig started feeling a little emotional, and her stomach began to growl. She was starting to get as hungry as Rolly. "Then again," she added, "breakfast is the most important meal of the day. We shouldn't be doing something like band practicing at this hour, especially not on empty stomachs." "Come to think of it, I'm pretty hungry too," said Lucky. "Come on, let's get to the troff before we miss anything." So they did.
After filling themselves up with kibble, the quartet went back into the barn to get their practices in. "Wait a minute!" Cadpig abrupted. "We still need a name for the band!"
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That's where I last left off. I'm still trying to come up with a name for their band, and I'm open for suggestions. And for convenience of the people who loved it, here's the pic of the band again: