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A bit of a break from my usual submissions, this is a gift story for Chaos_Coyote's wonderful character and his great Tiny Toon Adventure stories and art. This is also an introduction to my first TTA fan-character.
Hope you all like it, this is my first TTA story.
Chaos, you the dawg! XD
Hope you all like it, this is my first TTA story.
Chaos, you the dawg! XD
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For Chaos Coyote!
Tiny Toons © Warner Brothers
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JUST YOU WAIT!
The sun was lazily hanging in a cloudless blue sky. The wind was blowing in a favorably soft breeze, the day was warm but not too warm, and it was in general a perfectly beautiful lovely day.
So why anyone would spend the afternoon lurking in an alley was a mystery to most toons. But not all. One knew the answer: namely, the toon in the alley. With a properly predatory grin, large sharp canines glinting in the light, the silver-grey canine had to restrain a giggle. The trap was set! It was absolutely brilliant and absolutely perfect!
A sudden noise was heard, then a shout and the sound of running. Peeking an eye out from behind the garbage bins, the crafty predator watched as the trap was sprung!
First came the sound of slipping and falling as the victim slid on a banana peel—it was traditional after all—and then came a scream as he slid uncontrollably into the field of mouse traps.
SNAP! “OW!” SNAP SNAP! “OW! OW OW OWIE! MOMMY!” He whimpered as mouse traps covered him from head to tail. But it wasn't over yet…the trapper’s tail wagged as the victim kept sliding into pile of pin cushions.
“YEEOOOOOOOWWWWCH!” came the agonized wail as the victim’s poor backside became coated with needles and pins. The slippery banana peel ride came to an end as it banged into brick wall—along with its rider. SMACK! “Oooohh….oh look mommy---stars!”
Fortunately, there was a gap in the wall for the victim’s face…less fortunately, there was a pie waiting in that gap. GLOP! Fortunately, it was a softer impact than the rest of his body received against the brick wall…less fortunately it was cocoanut. He hated cocoanut. “Bleech!” Fortunately, that could be washed out of his face later…less fortunately the frogurt is also cursed. The trap’s creator paused, listened to the narration as it stole a joke from a different cartoon and wondered if things were getting a bit out of hand.
The victim missed the byplay, not able to hear the narration what with the pie in his ears, and fell backwards again. Through pie-smeared eyes he looked up just in time to see the net drop on him.
The predator let out a whoop of triumph as the trap had completed its work, completely humiliating, immobilizing, and trapping a small….coyote?
“Wait, what the heck?!” The trap’s maker blurted out as she checked her captive. Sure enough in the net—still smeared with pie, pins sticking out of his rear, an odd mousetrap clinging to an ear or tail, and covered with bruises was a small gray furred coyote with goggles. The she-wolf groaned.
“Well, that was a complete and total wasting of my time!” She looked at her dazed prisoner with annoyance and indignation. “Do you have any idea how much time and effort went into that trap?!” She demanded, her tail lashing behind her as she bared her teeth; her muzzle barely and inch from his face.
Chaos wiped the pie from his face and sat up under the net, gingerly removing the mouse traps and pulling out each pin and needle he could reach. “…I can guess.” He winced as he pulled a particularly nasty looking needle from his posterior. “Um, not to be rude but, do I know you?”
Almost at once a complete change came over the wolf. “Oh, sorry where are my manners?” She smiled. “My name is Vladimira Volchitsanov! Dobry den!” She said with a flourish and a courtesy. Her smile thinned when she saw Chaos’ face. There was a pause. “I’m Russian.”
“Yeah, I kind of guessed…I’m Chaos Coyote.” Chaos gave a meek smile. “Uh, could you let me out now?”
Vladimira blinked. “Might as well…I am not going to be catching anything else in that thing today.” She yanked the net off from Chaos and pulled him up. After using a towel to wipe his face, Chaos got a good look at the she-wolf. She was a few years older than Chaos, more near his brother Calamity’s age and was dressed in a blouse of black and white horizontal stripes and a red knee-length skirt adorned with floral patterns. “You are okay, da? I was not meaning to be catching a fellow canine in there.” She looked at him. “…What were you even doing in this alley?”
Rubbing his ears and shuffling his feet in embarrassment Chaos confessed, “Well, I was sort of…sneaking away. From another wolf actually: his name is Johnny Howler and he kinda wants to use me as a tackling dummy.”
Crossing her arms, Vladimira frowned. “Oh IS he now? If this ‘Johnny’ tries that where I can see him, we will see who the new alpha wolf in Acme Acres is!” Chaos beamed, wagging his tail.
“Thank you! I’d really appreciate that…um, are you new here? I haven’t seen you before at Acme Loo or Pefecto Prep.” The coyote asked. The wolf shrugged.
“I am what you call it…an exchange student, da? I am starting next week at your ‘Acme Loo.’”
Blinking, Chaos held out his hand. “Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Acme Loo! I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Vladimira smiled and shook, shaking the coyote so hard his teeth were set on edge. “I am hoping so! I came to America to learn new ways of cartoons from your ‘Warner Brothers.’ Back home, my grandfather was great Russian cartoon star!”
“He was?” Chaos asked interestedly.
“Oh! Well, my grandfather Volka was the wolf from the cartoon ‘Nu pogodi!,’ you Americans would call it ‘You Just Wait!’” She beamed, waiting for the words to sink in.
Chaos scratched his head. “Um, I’ve never heard of it.” He said apologetically. The wolf’s face fell.
“…Oh.” She said weakly, then muttered something in Russian about American taste that is best left untranslated. “Well, Nu Pogodi! is being most famous cartoon in Soviet Russia! It’s about a wolf trying to trap an annoying obnoxious hare. There is being much comedy. Original, is it not?”
It was hard for Chaos to keep a straight face but Vladimira just looked so eager and earnest he couldn’t do anything but nod. She beamed. “Any questions?”
“Um, yes.” Chaos nodded. “In Soviet Russia, does cartoon watch you?”
Vladimira narrowed her eyes and bopped him on the head. “If you ever do Yaakov Smirnov again, I will hurt you again, chew you up, spit you out, and send you to Siberia!”
“Got it.” Chaos winced, rubbing his sore noggin. “Um, you said there was a hare in your cartoon?” She nodded. “…Is that him?” He pointed behind her. She turned to look. Leaning casually against the side of a building was indeed a hare, smirking at Vladimira.
“Hi Vlady!” He waved, tootling his fingers. “Not gonna catch much if you are going to be standing around much!” He snerked as dove out of the way as Vladimira pounced, nearly grabbing him but instead slamming into the wall.
Holding her head, she snarled. “I will get you yet Kazan Sergeivich Zaitsev! You are hearing me?!”
“Da…when Siberia becomes tropical resort! Dos vidanya!” He laughed and ran off. He wasn’t as fast as say, Little Beeper, but hares can be pretty quick. He ran straight through the field of mouse traps, not setting off a one, but his wake did send a number of them up in the air—where they came down on the two canines.
“Mommy.” Chaos whimpered. Vladimira groaned. “Gavno.” She did not translate.
SNAP! “YEOOWCH!” SNAPPITY SNAPPITY SNAP! “OW!” “OOH!” “GYAAH!” SNAP!
When the dust cleared both canines where practically covered from head to foot in sprung mouse traps. Chaos looked up at Vladimira. She looked back. “Welcome to Acme Acres.” He groaned.
“Please to be shutting up.”
THE END
&&&
Tiny Toons © Warner Brothers
&&&
JUST YOU WAIT!
The sun was lazily hanging in a cloudless blue sky. The wind was blowing in a favorably soft breeze, the day was warm but not too warm, and it was in general a perfectly beautiful lovely day.
So why anyone would spend the afternoon lurking in an alley was a mystery to most toons. But not all. One knew the answer: namely, the toon in the alley. With a properly predatory grin, large sharp canines glinting in the light, the silver-grey canine had to restrain a giggle. The trap was set! It was absolutely brilliant and absolutely perfect!
A sudden noise was heard, then a shout and the sound of running. Peeking an eye out from behind the garbage bins, the crafty predator watched as the trap was sprung!
First came the sound of slipping and falling as the victim slid on a banana peel—it was traditional after all—and then came a scream as he slid uncontrollably into the field of mouse traps.
SNAP! “OW!” SNAP SNAP! “OW! OW OW OWIE! MOMMY!” He whimpered as mouse traps covered him from head to tail. But it wasn't over yet…the trapper’s tail wagged as the victim kept sliding into pile of pin cushions.
“YEEOOOOOOOWWWWCH!” came the agonized wail as the victim’s poor backside became coated with needles and pins. The slippery banana peel ride came to an end as it banged into brick wall—along with its rider. SMACK! “Oooohh….oh look mommy---stars!”
Fortunately, there was a gap in the wall for the victim’s face…less fortunately, there was a pie waiting in that gap. GLOP! Fortunately, it was a softer impact than the rest of his body received against the brick wall…less fortunately it was cocoanut. He hated cocoanut. “Bleech!” Fortunately, that could be washed out of his face later…less fortunately the frogurt is also cursed. The trap’s creator paused, listened to the narration as it stole a joke from a different cartoon and wondered if things were getting a bit out of hand.
The victim missed the byplay, not able to hear the narration what with the pie in his ears, and fell backwards again. Through pie-smeared eyes he looked up just in time to see the net drop on him.
The predator let out a whoop of triumph as the trap had completed its work, completely humiliating, immobilizing, and trapping a small….coyote?
“Wait, what the heck?!” The trap’s maker blurted out as she checked her captive. Sure enough in the net—still smeared with pie, pins sticking out of his rear, an odd mousetrap clinging to an ear or tail, and covered with bruises was a small gray furred coyote with goggles. The she-wolf groaned.
“Well, that was a complete and total wasting of my time!” She looked at her dazed prisoner with annoyance and indignation. “Do you have any idea how much time and effort went into that trap?!” She demanded, her tail lashing behind her as she bared her teeth; her muzzle barely and inch from his face.
Chaos wiped the pie from his face and sat up under the net, gingerly removing the mouse traps and pulling out each pin and needle he could reach. “…I can guess.” He winced as he pulled a particularly nasty looking needle from his posterior. “Um, not to be rude but, do I know you?”
Almost at once a complete change came over the wolf. “Oh, sorry where are my manners?” She smiled. “My name is Vladimira Volchitsanov! Dobry den!” She said with a flourish and a courtesy. Her smile thinned when she saw Chaos’ face. There was a pause. “I’m Russian.”
“Yeah, I kind of guessed…I’m Chaos Coyote.” Chaos gave a meek smile. “Uh, could you let me out now?”
Vladimira blinked. “Might as well…I am not going to be catching anything else in that thing today.” She yanked the net off from Chaos and pulled him up. After using a towel to wipe his face, Chaos got a good look at the she-wolf. She was a few years older than Chaos, more near his brother Calamity’s age and was dressed in a blouse of black and white horizontal stripes and a red knee-length skirt adorned with floral patterns. “You are okay, da? I was not meaning to be catching a fellow canine in there.” She looked at him. “…What were you even doing in this alley?”
Rubbing his ears and shuffling his feet in embarrassment Chaos confessed, “Well, I was sort of…sneaking away. From another wolf actually: his name is Johnny Howler and he kinda wants to use me as a tackling dummy.”
Crossing her arms, Vladimira frowned. “Oh IS he now? If this ‘Johnny’ tries that where I can see him, we will see who the new alpha wolf in Acme Acres is!” Chaos beamed, wagging his tail.
“Thank you! I’d really appreciate that…um, are you new here? I haven’t seen you before at Acme Loo or Pefecto Prep.” The coyote asked. The wolf shrugged.
“I am what you call it…an exchange student, da? I am starting next week at your ‘Acme Loo.’”
Blinking, Chaos held out his hand. “Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Acme Loo! I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Vladimira smiled and shook, shaking the coyote so hard his teeth were set on edge. “I am hoping so! I came to America to learn new ways of cartoons from your ‘Warner Brothers.’ Back home, my grandfather was great Russian cartoon star!”
“He was?” Chaos asked interestedly.
“Oh! Well, my grandfather Volka was the wolf from the cartoon ‘Nu pogodi!,’ you Americans would call it ‘You Just Wait!’” She beamed, waiting for the words to sink in.
Chaos scratched his head. “Um, I’ve never heard of it.” He said apologetically. The wolf’s face fell.
“…Oh.” She said weakly, then muttered something in Russian about American taste that is best left untranslated. “Well, Nu Pogodi! is being most famous cartoon in Soviet Russia! It’s about a wolf trying to trap an annoying obnoxious hare. There is being much comedy. Original, is it not?”
It was hard for Chaos to keep a straight face but Vladimira just looked so eager and earnest he couldn’t do anything but nod. She beamed. “Any questions?”
“Um, yes.” Chaos nodded. “In Soviet Russia, does cartoon watch you?”
Vladimira narrowed her eyes and bopped him on the head. “If you ever do Yaakov Smirnov again, I will hurt you again, chew you up, spit you out, and send you to Siberia!”
“Got it.” Chaos winced, rubbing his sore noggin. “Um, you said there was a hare in your cartoon?” She nodded. “…Is that him?” He pointed behind her. She turned to look. Leaning casually against the side of a building was indeed a hare, smirking at Vladimira.
“Hi Vlady!” He waved, tootling his fingers. “Not gonna catch much if you are going to be standing around much!” He snerked as dove out of the way as Vladimira pounced, nearly grabbing him but instead slamming into the wall.
Holding her head, she snarled. “I will get you yet Kazan Sergeivich Zaitsev! You are hearing me?!”
“Da…when Siberia becomes tropical resort! Dos vidanya!” He laughed and ran off. He wasn’t as fast as say, Little Beeper, but hares can be pretty quick. He ran straight through the field of mouse traps, not setting off a one, but his wake did send a number of them up in the air—where they came down on the two canines.
“Mommy.” Chaos whimpered. Vladimira groaned. “Gavno.” She did not translate.
SNAP! “YEOOWCH!” SNAPPITY SNAPPITY SNAP! “OW!” “OOH!” “GYAAH!” SNAP!
When the dust cleared both canines where practically covered from head to foot in sprung mouse traps. Chaos looked up at Vladimira. She looked back. “Welcome to Acme Acres.” He groaned.
“Please to be shutting up.”
THE END
&&&
*giggles!*
I really enjoyed reading this TTA fan fiction story!
I loved how poor Chaos Coyote slid on a banana peel through the alley filled with mouse traps and pin cushions! (Yeoowch!)
I loved how poor Chaos slammed into that brick wall, but that his face ended up slamming into that coconut cream pie! *giggles!*
Awww, sweet! I love the cartoon comedy! I could easily picture my poor Swiftwind Eagle character experiencing such a humiliating fate! (Bukaw!)
Love your TTA-inspired story! It was so so cute!!
I really enjoyed reading this TTA fan fiction story!
I loved how poor Chaos Coyote slid on a banana peel through the alley filled with mouse traps and pin cushions! (Yeoowch!)
I loved how poor Chaos slammed into that brick wall, but that his face ended up slamming into that coconut cream pie! *giggles!*
Awww, sweet! I love the cartoon comedy! I could easily picture my poor Swiftwind Eagle character experiencing such a humiliating fate! (Bukaw!)
Love your TTA-inspired story! It was so so cute!!
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