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WEDNESDAY
It was a brilliant plan. Brilliantly brilliant, really and truly. He had out done himself this time. Chaos gave a cheerful sigh and squeezed his fingers lovingly around the lengthy neck of the bottle he held under his fingertips. It astounded him that he’d not thought of it before, really. What was the best way to catch a French skunk? The finest of French wines, of course! He had procured the oldest looking bottle he could find from Professor Pepe’s private stash at the school. He’d return it, of course, after he used it to bait the skunk into his clutches. It really was a brilliant scheme.
He was skipping Professor Fudd’s Gravity and Physics class for this, but it would be worth it to earn recognition from Professor Wile himself! He poked his little black nose around the corner of a locker, and narrowed his eyes after a few moments. Target sighted. Claire was leaning against a locker, chatting lazily with Fifi La Fume and Shirely the Loon. Already distracted- that was perfect. Heck, maybe be could even catch all three of them at once for a triple play!
It was a simple (Simple for coyote standards) snare trap, hidden and camouflaged on the floor. When the victim (Or, victims, in this case) stepped into the circular rope he’d hidden, a simple tug from an adjacent rope would draw the skunk up by her legs and toss her wickedly into a nearby looking locker- which would then slam shut, sealing her inside for easy transport. It really was a genius plan. The best part was, if somehow the trap failed ,Claire would still drink the whine and stumble around drunk, making her easy to catch anyway!
“Okey dokey Chaos…Target sighted…trap is set…time for the bait. “The coyote snickered wickedly and dipped into his pocket, grasping a cork screw he had grabbed earlier that day. He had resolved not to be the toon that spent an entire story trying to open a single bottle. That was a fault his predecessor would have fallen to; losing sight of the immediate goal. But not him- Eyes on the prize Chaos! Nothing was gonna get in his way!
The coyote popped the cork out of the bottle with a firm tug and was immediately greeted by the bitter scent of time sweetened wine. Now all he had to do was- The locker door next to him opened and Foxy slowly stepped out, looking the puppy over curiously.
“…Uh…Hey…Foxy. Whats uh….whats up?” Chaos asked, his voice riddled with confusion. The bright blue fox casually shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his paws into his pockets.
“Oh, what, me? Oh, ya know, I’m just uh…just here to pick up Juliette from school. “ The fox explained. Chaos stared.
“Foxy…Juliette goes to Perfecto Prep. This is Acme Looniversity. also it’s One o’clock in the afternoon, so school isn’t out for another two hours.” The coyote explained. Foxy nodded his head, but Chaos could tell he wasn’t listening.
“A drink? Well if you insist, that sounds like a lovely idea.” The vulpine beamed brightly, holding out his paw for the bottle of booze. Chaos gave a nervous chuckle biting at his lower lip and took a step back. Foxy took a step forward…
“Like, we should totally have the sleepover on Friday! There’s like a new episode and some junk!” Shirley quacked excitedly, and Fifi clutched her paws against her chest with a happy sigh.
“Oui! I cannot wait to see what ‘appens to ze colorful ponies! We shall ‘ave ze party like Pinkie pie, oui?!” She explained, and Shirley beamed, an idea striking her like lightning.
“Oh, oh, oh! Like, omigawsh, I can totally like, probe your psyche auras and like, bring out your inner ponies in a total astrophysical form!” The duck explained and Claire’s eyes lit up like Christmas.
“Ze inner pony?! Zat is Magnifique! I bet I am ze beautiful princess…Oh, I cannot wait to-“ She squealed- the lockers next to her exploded, and a bright blue fox wrestling with a grey squealing coyote popped into view, the two of them soaked to the bone in wine.
“NO, DUDE, GET OFF!” Chaos snarled, tugging the bottle back towards him, only to have Foxy tug it towards him in turn.
“I JUST WANT A TASTE! SHARE IT YOU LUSH! The fox snapped. Chaos didn’t let go.
“THIS, ISN’T, FOR, ME! IT’S PART OF MY PLAN TO GET A NAKED GIRL DRUNK, KNOCK HER OUT AND DRAG HER LIFELESS BODY TO MY CREEPY PROFESSOR!
“THAT’S HORRIBLE! GIMMIE THE BOOZE FOR HER SAKE, YOU MONSTER!”
“I’M NOT A MONSTER, I’M A SCIENTIST, YOU ADDICT!”
“I’M NOT AN ADDICT! FOR THE LAST TIME; ADDICTS, GO, TO, MEETINGS!”
“YOU, HAVE, A, PROBLEM!”
“NOT IF YOU GIVE ME THE BOTTLE!” Foxy snarled, and yelped when Chaos suddenly let go and scrambled to his feet, as did Foxy, hiding the bottle behind his back and beaming innocently at Professor le’ pew who stepped around the corner with his arms crossed.
“Ahhh, ze sweet scent of my favorite, very expensive wine…imported from France…covering one of my students…zis , ‘ow you say…does not bode well for you, oui? Come wis me, we shall sort zis out in my office…and bring ze bottle, oui?” Professor Le Pew snarled. Chaos gave a sheepish whimper and glanced towards Foxy, who held up his paws in confusion. The bottle had vanished.
“Ze sleepover just got twenty percent cooler. “ Claire giggled to herself, clutching the half empty bottle of wine in her paws as she snuck quietly away.
It was a brilliant plan. Brilliantly brilliant, really and truly. He had out done himself this time. Chaos gave a cheerful sigh and squeezed his fingers lovingly around the lengthy neck of the bottle he held under his fingertips. It astounded him that he’d not thought of it before, really. What was the best way to catch a French skunk? The finest of French wines, of course! He had procured the oldest looking bottle he could find from Professor Pepe’s private stash at the school. He’d return it, of course, after he used it to bait the skunk into his clutches. It really was a brilliant scheme.
He was skipping Professor Fudd’s Gravity and Physics class for this, but it would be worth it to earn recognition from Professor Wile himself! He poked his little black nose around the corner of a locker, and narrowed his eyes after a few moments. Target sighted. Claire was leaning against a locker, chatting lazily with Fifi La Fume and Shirely the Loon. Already distracted- that was perfect. Heck, maybe be could even catch all three of them at once for a triple play!
It was a simple (Simple for coyote standards) snare trap, hidden and camouflaged on the floor. When the victim (Or, victims, in this case) stepped into the circular rope he’d hidden, a simple tug from an adjacent rope would draw the skunk up by her legs and toss her wickedly into a nearby looking locker- which would then slam shut, sealing her inside for easy transport. It really was a genius plan. The best part was, if somehow the trap failed ,Claire would still drink the whine and stumble around drunk, making her easy to catch anyway!
“Okey dokey Chaos…Target sighted…trap is set…time for the bait. “The coyote snickered wickedly and dipped into his pocket, grasping a cork screw he had grabbed earlier that day. He had resolved not to be the toon that spent an entire story trying to open a single bottle. That was a fault his predecessor would have fallen to; losing sight of the immediate goal. But not him- Eyes on the prize Chaos! Nothing was gonna get in his way!
The coyote popped the cork out of the bottle with a firm tug and was immediately greeted by the bitter scent of time sweetened wine. Now all he had to do was- The locker door next to him opened and Foxy slowly stepped out, looking the puppy over curiously.
“…Uh…Hey…Foxy. Whats uh….whats up?” Chaos asked, his voice riddled with confusion. The bright blue fox casually shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his paws into his pockets.
“Oh, what, me? Oh, ya know, I’m just uh…just here to pick up Juliette from school. “ The fox explained. Chaos stared.
“Foxy…Juliette goes to Perfecto Prep. This is Acme Looniversity. also it’s One o’clock in the afternoon, so school isn’t out for another two hours.” The coyote explained. Foxy nodded his head, but Chaos could tell he wasn’t listening.
“A drink? Well if you insist, that sounds like a lovely idea.” The vulpine beamed brightly, holding out his paw for the bottle of booze. Chaos gave a nervous chuckle biting at his lower lip and took a step back. Foxy took a step forward…
“Like, we should totally have the sleepover on Friday! There’s like a new episode and some junk!” Shirley quacked excitedly, and Fifi clutched her paws against her chest with a happy sigh.
“Oui! I cannot wait to see what ‘appens to ze colorful ponies! We shall ‘ave ze party like Pinkie pie, oui?!” She explained, and Shirley beamed, an idea striking her like lightning.
“Oh, oh, oh! Like, omigawsh, I can totally like, probe your psyche auras and like, bring out your inner ponies in a total astrophysical form!” The duck explained and Claire’s eyes lit up like Christmas.
“Ze inner pony?! Zat is Magnifique! I bet I am ze beautiful princess…Oh, I cannot wait to-“ She squealed- the lockers next to her exploded, and a bright blue fox wrestling with a grey squealing coyote popped into view, the two of them soaked to the bone in wine.
“NO, DUDE, GET OFF!” Chaos snarled, tugging the bottle back towards him, only to have Foxy tug it towards him in turn.
“I JUST WANT A TASTE! SHARE IT YOU LUSH! The fox snapped. Chaos didn’t let go.
“THIS, ISN’T, FOR, ME! IT’S PART OF MY PLAN TO GET A NAKED GIRL DRUNK, KNOCK HER OUT AND DRAG HER LIFELESS BODY TO MY CREEPY PROFESSOR!
“THAT’S HORRIBLE! GIMMIE THE BOOZE FOR HER SAKE, YOU MONSTER!”
“I’M NOT A MONSTER, I’M A SCIENTIST, YOU ADDICT!”
“I’M NOT AN ADDICT! FOR THE LAST TIME; ADDICTS, GO, TO, MEETINGS!”
“YOU, HAVE, A, PROBLEM!”
“NOT IF YOU GIVE ME THE BOTTLE!” Foxy snarled, and yelped when Chaos suddenly let go and scrambled to his feet, as did Foxy, hiding the bottle behind his back and beaming innocently at Professor le’ pew who stepped around the corner with his arms crossed.
“Ahhh, ze sweet scent of my favorite, very expensive wine…imported from France…covering one of my students…zis , ‘ow you say…does not bode well for you, oui? Come wis me, we shall sort zis out in my office…and bring ze bottle, oui?” Professor Le Pew snarled. Chaos gave a sheepish whimper and glanced towards Foxy, who held up his paws in confusion. The bottle had vanished.
“Ze sleepover just got twenty percent cooler. “ Claire giggled to herself, clutching the half empty bottle of wine in her paws as she snuck quietly away.
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