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Next part up! Rene meets the Scarecrow!
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File Size 84 kB
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THE WIZARD OF OZ – PCA STYLE (2)
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Rene and Rosa's sojourn down the brick road to the Celadon City took them through several large fields of crops grown in Munchkinland...at one point they stopped when they heard angry shouting.
“Wonder what that could be.” Rene looked at Rosa who offered no answer. Curious, they followed the shouting. Just around the next bend in the road Rene saw the cause of it: an angry looking gardevoir in old ragged clothing liberally stuffed with straw tied to a pole; gesticulating and shouting angrily at some birds in the field.
Alicia Softsong turned to her companions as they sat on the fence and helped themselves to some corn, the same corn which the hapless guard was supposed to be gardeing (Er wait, strike that. Reverse it). “Is he scaring you any?” She asked the bird closest to her.
Cherie Chanteurroquet swallowed a mouthful of corn and shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”
Alicia looked to the others. “You guys?”
“Aaahhh….no.” Skylar grinned as she stripped an ear of corn of all its kernels.
Blinking, Addison Wyndham looked agape. “How…did you do that?” When Skylar opened her beak to answer Alicia elbowed her gently in the ribs (gently because as a steel type, elbowing Sky could hurt Alicia more than Sky).
“Don’t even think about answering that. We have a kid present.”
Michiel “Michi” Kerstman looked up, a bit put out by the remark. “Hey! I’m not a kid!” Chuckling, his teammate Angelo De Kanto wrapped his wing around Michi’s shoulders.
“Of course not, little one. Still Skylar can be a....little much at times.” Skylar winked at him.
“You know you’d love it.”
The remaining birds, Tori Blaze and Albrecht Arnaaluk, munched quietly on their corn; taking in the splendor of the corn field. Nigel however was not as prone to happy sightseeing.
The gardevoir fumed. “ARRRGGGH! BLOODY BIRDS! OI! GET OUT OF HERE!”
Albrecht looked up, flashed a winning smile and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want some? They’re good.” He offered an ear to Nigel. It just made him madder.
“GRAAAAH!”
Rene blinked as he saw the scene. “Rosa, do you think maybe we walked into Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ now?” Rosa barked and leapt from his arms racing towards the birds….only to be subject to a massive “AWWWW!!!” and more pets and belly rubs, especially from the girls.
Nigel turned and saw Rene. “YOOOOOUUU...” He seethed with an angry malice.
Rene smiled and waved weakly. “Hey Nigel....what's up?”
“This is all YOUR FAULT, Rene!” He snapped. “First you drag me into another one of your demented dreams and then you cast me as the SCARECROW! I do NOT need a brain! For Arceus' sake why couldn't you have cast someone—ANYONE—else?”
Rene sniffled. “But you're my best male friend Nige. I couldn't leave you out of this!”
“Talk like that Rene, makes me want to be your enemy.” The garde groaned. Rene walked over and helped Nigel down from his post. “Thanks.” A thought occurred to him. “...Does Charla have a role in this...this...nightmare?”
Ears flattening against his skull, Rene whimpered. “Um...she was the witch I squashed with my house when I got here.” He paused then thought to add, “It wasn’t anything personal! Either the casting or the smushing!”
“...” Nigel's eye twitched and he wiped his face with his hand. “Of course....of course. And you’d be wearing her slippers then?”
“…Not as such, no.”
That gave Nigel pause. “I….don’t want to ask about this, do I?”
“Can’t imagine that you would.” The fox admitted. Nigel rolled his eyes.
“Let’s just go get this over with. And no skipping!”
Rene pouted. “Aww…c’mere Rosa!” With a sigh from the girls, Rosa rolled off her back and raced over to Rene and Nigel. Then they started on their way down the road to Celadon City.
As the two companions—
“WE ARE NOT COMPANIONS!” Nigel shouted to the heavens.
“Arguing with the narration.” Rene pointed out with a sigh.
Undeterred by the arrogant outburst of a minor player (who was indeed the one without a brain)--“I'm warning you mate--!”--the narration continued to explain that Rene and Nigel, and Rosa, had grown hungry and tired as they approached the edge of a forest.
Rene rubbed his stomach. “I'm so hungry.” Rosa whined in agreement.
Nigel shook his head, scattering straw as he did. “Well I'd love something to gnosh on myself. But sadly enough I don't see anything around here.”
As they woods drew closer Rene saw appples hanging from the branches of the trees on either side of the road. “Apples!” Rene shouted gleefully as he ran over to the trees, Nigel right behind him. As Rene plucked one ripe, juicy looking apple from a branch he heard a sudden exclamation.
“OW! Hey watchit!”
Munching into an apple, Rene perked his ears up and looked over at Nigel. “Did you say something?”
Nigel looked over from his tree. “No.” Then he resumed eating his apple.
“That was ME!” Rene looked up and startled, dropping his apple. The tree had a face! “NICOLE?!” He yelped disbelievingly as Nigel backed away from the other tree, which had Nicolas Zuna's face on it.
“You better believe it foxboi.” Nicole said with a smirk. “You can't go around plucking fruit from trees ya know! How'd you like it if WE yanked something off you?”
“It's not like you prickly pines announced yourselves or anything.” Nigel grumbled.
The branches on Nicolas' twitched. “Hey! Don't go calling us pines!”
Crossing his arms, Nigel snorted. “And what if I wanted to, say, call you a pair of posturing poison oaks?” With a creak and a groan, Nicholas pulled back one of his branches before snapping it forward again. An apple went sailing off the branch and impacted with Nigel right between the legs—making it clear that for reasons that are unknown and will be completely ignored, that Nigel's shields don't work in Oz. “GUURRK!” Nigel's eyes popped as he fell to his knees, cradling his injured...goods. “...Bloody....'ell....”
Rene snirked when Nicole suddenly grabbed him with a branch of her own. “HEY!” He protested as the Nicole-tree suspended Rene up off the ground by his wrists and drew him in close. “What're you doing?”
“Sorry baby, but my part says we get to—er, gotta—mess with you two for a bit.” She said, not apologetic in the least. She snaked a branch under the hem of Rene's dress and lifted it. “Oooh! Nice ruby panties!”
“NICOLE!” Rene blushed. “Cut that out before—YIP!” Rene's protest was cut off as Nicole smacked a tree branch across his ruby pantied bottom. Nicole's bark-like face grinned and whacked him again and again.
Nigel meanwhile staggered to his feet and when he saw Rene's predicament promptly put a hand over his face. “Oh for the love of Arceus...” Then ducked as Nicolas hurled another apple his way.
Just as Rene's bottom was about as red as the ruby panties he wore over it, Rosa saved the day. She started sniffing around the trunks of the two assaulting trees, much to their consternation. “Hey, get away from there!” Nicole cried.
“Get that dog away from us and you can go through!” Nicolas tried twisting away but as a tree rooted to the ground, it was a pretty futile gesture.
“Drop the fox and keep your branches up!” Nigel instructed as he quickly gathered some apples up and held them in his upturned skirt. Nicole reluctantly stopped smacking Rene's butt and let him drop to his feet. “Go go GO!” Nigel snapped at him as he ran along the path past the apple trees.
Scooping Rosa up in his arms Rene whined. “Wait for me!” He ran awkwardly after Nigel, his path erratic.
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TBC
THE WIZARD OF OZ – PCA STYLE (2)
* * *
Rene and Rosa's sojourn down the brick road to the Celadon City took them through several large fields of crops grown in Munchkinland...at one point they stopped when they heard angry shouting.
“Wonder what that could be.” Rene looked at Rosa who offered no answer. Curious, they followed the shouting. Just around the next bend in the road Rene saw the cause of it: an angry looking gardevoir in old ragged clothing liberally stuffed with straw tied to a pole; gesticulating and shouting angrily at some birds in the field.
Alicia Softsong turned to her companions as they sat on the fence and helped themselves to some corn, the same corn which the hapless guard was supposed to be gardeing (Er wait, strike that. Reverse it). “Is he scaring you any?” She asked the bird closest to her.
Cherie Chanteurroquet swallowed a mouthful of corn and shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”
Alicia looked to the others. “You guys?”
“Aaahhh….no.” Skylar grinned as she stripped an ear of corn of all its kernels.
Blinking, Addison Wyndham looked agape. “How…did you do that?” When Skylar opened her beak to answer Alicia elbowed her gently in the ribs (gently because as a steel type, elbowing Sky could hurt Alicia more than Sky).
“Don’t even think about answering that. We have a kid present.”
Michiel “Michi” Kerstman looked up, a bit put out by the remark. “Hey! I’m not a kid!” Chuckling, his teammate Angelo De Kanto wrapped his wing around Michi’s shoulders.
“Of course not, little one. Still Skylar can be a....little much at times.” Skylar winked at him.
“You know you’d love it.”
The remaining birds, Tori Blaze and Albrecht Arnaaluk, munched quietly on their corn; taking in the splendor of the corn field. Nigel however was not as prone to happy sightseeing.
The gardevoir fumed. “ARRRGGGH! BLOODY BIRDS! OI! GET OUT OF HERE!”
Albrecht looked up, flashed a winning smile and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want some? They’re good.” He offered an ear to Nigel. It just made him madder.
“GRAAAAH!”
Rene blinked as he saw the scene. “Rosa, do you think maybe we walked into Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ now?” Rosa barked and leapt from his arms racing towards the birds….only to be subject to a massive “AWWWW!!!” and more pets and belly rubs, especially from the girls.
Nigel turned and saw Rene. “YOOOOOUUU...” He seethed with an angry malice.
Rene smiled and waved weakly. “Hey Nigel....what's up?”
“This is all YOUR FAULT, Rene!” He snapped. “First you drag me into another one of your demented dreams and then you cast me as the SCARECROW! I do NOT need a brain! For Arceus' sake why couldn't you have cast someone—ANYONE—else?”
Rene sniffled. “But you're my best male friend Nige. I couldn't leave you out of this!”
“Talk like that Rene, makes me want to be your enemy.” The garde groaned. Rene walked over and helped Nigel down from his post. “Thanks.” A thought occurred to him. “...Does Charla have a role in this...this...nightmare?”
Ears flattening against his skull, Rene whimpered. “Um...she was the witch I squashed with my house when I got here.” He paused then thought to add, “It wasn’t anything personal! Either the casting or the smushing!”
“...” Nigel's eye twitched and he wiped his face with his hand. “Of course....of course. And you’d be wearing her slippers then?”
“…Not as such, no.”
That gave Nigel pause. “I….don’t want to ask about this, do I?”
“Can’t imagine that you would.” The fox admitted. Nigel rolled his eyes.
“Let’s just go get this over with. And no skipping!”
Rene pouted. “Aww…c’mere Rosa!” With a sigh from the girls, Rosa rolled off her back and raced over to Rene and Nigel. Then they started on their way down the road to Celadon City.
As the two companions—
“WE ARE NOT COMPANIONS!” Nigel shouted to the heavens.
“Arguing with the narration.” Rene pointed out with a sigh.
Undeterred by the arrogant outburst of a minor player (who was indeed the one without a brain)--“I'm warning you mate--!”--the narration continued to explain that Rene and Nigel, and Rosa, had grown hungry and tired as they approached the edge of a forest.
Rene rubbed his stomach. “I'm so hungry.” Rosa whined in agreement.
Nigel shook his head, scattering straw as he did. “Well I'd love something to gnosh on myself. But sadly enough I don't see anything around here.”
As they woods drew closer Rene saw appples hanging from the branches of the trees on either side of the road. “Apples!” Rene shouted gleefully as he ran over to the trees, Nigel right behind him. As Rene plucked one ripe, juicy looking apple from a branch he heard a sudden exclamation.
“OW! Hey watchit!”
Munching into an apple, Rene perked his ears up and looked over at Nigel. “Did you say something?”
Nigel looked over from his tree. “No.” Then he resumed eating his apple.
“That was ME!” Rene looked up and startled, dropping his apple. The tree had a face! “NICOLE?!” He yelped disbelievingly as Nigel backed away from the other tree, which had Nicolas Zuna's face on it.
“You better believe it foxboi.” Nicole said with a smirk. “You can't go around plucking fruit from trees ya know! How'd you like it if WE yanked something off you?”
“It's not like you prickly pines announced yourselves or anything.” Nigel grumbled.
The branches on Nicolas' twitched. “Hey! Don't go calling us pines!”
Crossing his arms, Nigel snorted. “And what if I wanted to, say, call you a pair of posturing poison oaks?” With a creak and a groan, Nicholas pulled back one of his branches before snapping it forward again. An apple went sailing off the branch and impacted with Nigel right between the legs—making it clear that for reasons that are unknown and will be completely ignored, that Nigel's shields don't work in Oz. “GUURRK!” Nigel's eyes popped as he fell to his knees, cradling his injured...goods. “...Bloody....'ell....”
Rene snirked when Nicole suddenly grabbed him with a branch of her own. “HEY!” He protested as the Nicole-tree suspended Rene up off the ground by his wrists and drew him in close. “What're you doing?”
“Sorry baby, but my part says we get to—er, gotta—mess with you two for a bit.” She said, not apologetic in the least. She snaked a branch under the hem of Rene's dress and lifted it. “Oooh! Nice ruby panties!”
“NICOLE!” Rene blushed. “Cut that out before—YIP!” Rene's protest was cut off as Nicole smacked a tree branch across his ruby pantied bottom. Nicole's bark-like face grinned and whacked him again and again.
Nigel meanwhile staggered to his feet and when he saw Rene's predicament promptly put a hand over his face. “Oh for the love of Arceus...” Then ducked as Nicolas hurled another apple his way.
Just as Rene's bottom was about as red as the ruby panties he wore over it, Rosa saved the day. She started sniffing around the trunks of the two assaulting trees, much to their consternation. “Hey, get away from there!” Nicole cried.
“Get that dog away from us and you can go through!” Nicolas tried twisting away but as a tree rooted to the ground, it was a pretty futile gesture.
“Drop the fox and keep your branches up!” Nigel instructed as he quickly gathered some apples up and held them in his upturned skirt. Nicole reluctantly stopped smacking Rene's butt and let him drop to his feet. “Go go GO!” Nigel snapped at him as he ran along the path past the apple trees.
Scooping Rosa up in his arms Rene whined. “Wait for me!” He ran awkwardly after Nigel, his path erratic.
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TBC
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