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crossover_chickFeeling only half-awake. Lost the Japanese Einy auction -- some guy in the UK bought it for $77 bucks. :( Here's hoping the wristwatch and Doc/DeLorean doll ones go better.
Let's put the Christmas Meme, then I'll try and think up something for day three:
On the Second Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Dave! Dave, come here! I want to show you something!”
Dave Davenport knew that tone of voice well. “Which natural laws did you break this time, Helen?” he called, not bothering to get up from his computer just yet. If she was that eager to show him, she could come and fetch him herself. Or maybe send Mell after him with a gun.
True to form, Helen appeared in his room. “I want to show you,” she insisted, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. Dave was quietly impressed with her strength. “You see, since we’re decorating the lab for Christmas, I wanted to--”
“Didn’t you already do Rudolph the Red-Nosed Gerbil?” Dave asked as his fiancee led him over to the biological wing of their evil laboratory complex.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with gerbils,” Helen told him with a grin.
“. . . You’re kidding.”
“Nope! Not one gerbil!”
Dave put a steadying hand to his forehead, his psyche having been rocked to the core. No gerbils. It couldn’t be. Gerbils were Helen’s thing. They were her favorite test subjects – pretty much her children. What on earth could she have been doing that wouldn’t require gerbils? It was insane! Well, more insane than usual.
Finally, they reached the lab where Helen had been working. The Madgirl proudly waved a hand at a large tank. “Voila!”
Dave stared. Inside the tank were – were – “Turtledoves?”
“Exactly!” Helen squealed, looking at the heavily-mutated abominations that were part-turtle, part-dove. “Aren’t they cute?”
Dave had to admit – in some intensely creepy way, they were. Helen was good at making stuff like that. “Yeah, but – why turtledoves?”
“Well, Mell was listening to some Christmas music, and ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ came on, and I got inspired,” Helen said, as if this was completely normal. “I tried to do a cross between a partridge and a pear, but – well, Containment Tanks 2 and 3 should show how well that worked out.”
“I see,” Dave nodded, looking at the shattered glass and bloody lumps of flesh. “Mell take care of it?”
“One of them tried to go up her skirt. The threat was neutralized before I could even think of getting out the tranquilizer darts.” Helen pouted.
Dave smiled and put an arm around her. “Don’t worry, Helen. There’s still plenty of time for these two to go spare and wreck the lab.” He led her out of the room. “Here, I’ll show you my idea for making our Christmas Lights blink in a pattern that’ll brainwash all of humanity.”
“Ooooh!”
Being a Mad Scientist fan, when I hear "turtledoves," I think of unholy abominations against God instead of cute birds. And the best candidate to create those are the openly-villainous gang of "Narbonic." This is set after the end of the strip, before Dave and Helen get officially married. They're working out of the evil lab they're building on the Narbon Isle, which Dave gave to Helen as a "sorry I tried to kill you" present. (It's complicated -- go read the archives.) Helen's a Mad Biologist, so turtledoves seems par for the course for her. Though, as Dave notes, she's a lot more known for her various gerbil experiments -- the best-known and most-beloved being Artie, the fourth cast member. :p
Okay, I have fic to write and muses to glare at me. Later all.
-D: You really just ought to get more sleep.-
Not this argument again. . . .
Let's put the Christmas Meme, then I'll try and think up something for day three:
On the Second Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Dave! Dave, come here! I want to show you something!”
Dave Davenport knew that tone of voice well. “Which natural laws did you break this time, Helen?” he called, not bothering to get up from his computer just yet. If she was that eager to show him, she could come and fetch him herself. Or maybe send Mell after him with a gun.
True to form, Helen appeared in his room. “I want to show you,” she insisted, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. Dave was quietly impressed with her strength. “You see, since we’re decorating the lab for Christmas, I wanted to--”
“Didn’t you already do Rudolph the Red-Nosed Gerbil?” Dave asked as his fiancee led him over to the biological wing of their evil laboratory complex.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with gerbils,” Helen told him with a grin.
“. . . You’re kidding.”
“Nope! Not one gerbil!”
Dave put a steadying hand to his forehead, his psyche having been rocked to the core. No gerbils. It couldn’t be. Gerbils were Helen’s thing. They were her favorite test subjects – pretty much her children. What on earth could she have been doing that wouldn’t require gerbils? It was insane! Well, more insane than usual.
Finally, they reached the lab where Helen had been working. The Madgirl proudly waved a hand at a large tank. “Voila!”
Dave stared. Inside the tank were – were – “Turtledoves?”
“Exactly!” Helen squealed, looking at the heavily-mutated abominations that were part-turtle, part-dove. “Aren’t they cute?”
Dave had to admit – in some intensely creepy way, they were. Helen was good at making stuff like that. “Yeah, but – why turtledoves?”
“Well, Mell was listening to some Christmas music, and ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ came on, and I got inspired,” Helen said, as if this was completely normal. “I tried to do a cross between a partridge and a pear, but – well, Containment Tanks 2 and 3 should show how well that worked out.”
“I see,” Dave nodded, looking at the shattered glass and bloody lumps of flesh. “Mell take care of it?”
“One of them tried to go up her skirt. The threat was neutralized before I could even think of getting out the tranquilizer darts.” Helen pouted.
Dave smiled and put an arm around her. “Don’t worry, Helen. There’s still plenty of time for these two to go spare and wreck the lab.” He led her out of the room. “Here, I’ll show you my idea for making our Christmas Lights blink in a pattern that’ll brainwash all of humanity.”
“Ooooh!”
Being a Mad Scientist fan, when I hear "turtledoves," I think of unholy abominations against God instead of cute birds. And the best candidate to create those are the openly-villainous gang of "Narbonic." This is set after the end of the strip, before Dave and Helen get officially married. They're working out of the evil lab they're building on the Narbon Isle, which Dave gave to Helen as a "sorry I tried to kill you" present. (It's complicated -- go read the archives.) Helen's a Mad Biologist, so turtledoves seems par for the course for her. Though, as Dave notes, she's a lot more known for her various gerbil experiments -- the best-known and most-beloved being Artie, the fourth cast member. :p
Okay, I have fic to write and muses to glare at me. Later all.
-D: You really just ought to get more sleep.-
Not this argument again. . . .
