crossover_chick | Oh, The Weather Outside Is Frightful, Part Deux

Freezing rain and nasty wind. We're saving the outdoor decorations for another day. Right now, we're working on the tree.
-M: *staring* It's huge!-
-D: What can we say -- Peabody is good at creating huge things.-
-OD: The kids are going to get one heck of a workout decorating this thing.-
-HD: *setting up a popcorn popper with TeenDoc* I call putting the angel on top!-
-RPD: *detangling some ornaments* I don't know if we have enough to fully cover the tree.-
-VD2: Well, we're only going to be seeing the front. . . .-
-RPD: Yes, but last year's tree was smaller.-
-VD: We can work it out later. Besides, I get the feeling we can make it up with all the popcorn they're going to pop.-
-M2: We're putting the popcorn on the tree? I thought that was a snack for us.-
-TD: Popcorn stringing was popular back in the day. Besides, we hang candy canes, don't we?-
-TTV: I'm just glad we're using electric lights and not candles.-
-HD: Oh, no worries. If you set any of us on fire, we could take it.-
-VD: . . . Er --
-HD: Oh. Right.-
To be fair, it's gotta be a really HOT fire -- you still recover from burns fairly fast.
-VD2: Still, I'm with Victor.-
-DW: How was your day? I noticed there actually seemed to be progress made on Ael's fic?-
Yeah, I think I'm over the initial hurdle on that. :) Reread one of her stories for inspiration, so that helps. It's not going to be very long, but hopefully she'll like it. Gotta get going on some other stuff too.
-MF: Yeah, I want to know how you're gonna pull off Moose's.-
:p Keeping a close eye on my auctions -- the watch seems okay for now, I'm pretty sure I'll win. Doc/DeLorean plush has an interesting opponent, though -- BTTF.com. Apparently Stephen's interested in it as well.
-D: This could get interesting.-
I've outbid him again right now, but there's still three days to go. . . .
Speaking of days, here's the next Day of Christmas:
On the Fourth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:

Douglas J. Needles scoped out his target. The house appeared to be empty, the lights – both normal and holiday – dark. Grinning, Needles headed over, keeping to the shadows. Time to cause a little havoc.
The front door was locked, but that didn’t deter the teen in the least. He pulled out his library card and a bent paperclip, and, with a little fiddling, got the door open. Stepping inside, he noted with satisfaction that all was quiet. He’d heard from McFly that his family had gotten Crazy Old Brown to housesit for them while they visited some relatives before Christmas, but either the old man had split or was asleep. Either way was fine with Needles. He didn’t intend to be here long anyway.
As he walked into the living room, a high-pitched voice suddenly said, “Hello! Hello!”
Startled, Needles whipped around. “What? Who’s there?” he demanded, fumbling in his bag for the flashlight he’d taken.
“Hello!”
The voice didn’t sound exactly human. Needles located his flashlight and turned it on. Hanging near the dining-room table in a roundish cage was a little budgie. The bird looked at Needles curiously. “Hello!”
Needles laughed softly. Just a dumb bird. “Hello,” he said, smirking.
“New friend?” the bird asked, climbing the side of his cage.
“No,” Needles informed it, scanning the room with his flashlight. Those plants seemed perfect to knock over. . . .
“No friend?”
“Nope. I’m here to rob your stupid owner. Jackass managed to get me into a lot of trouble at school. I figure stealing his cash and wrecking his room should teach him a lesson.”
The bird didn’t seem to like that plan. “Butthead! Butthead!”
Needles rolled his eyes. Why was he even talking to this stupid thing? “No, the real butthead is the stupid birdie who I’m gonna stuff in the freezer if he doesn’t shut his goddamn beak!”
There was a long moment of silence. Then the bird started up again. “Einstein!”
Needles blinked. Einstein? Isn’t he some dead science dude? How would a bird know–
A large, grey sheepdog padded into the room. It promptly started growling as soon as it saw Needles. The teen paled. Oh. Brown’s dog. Shit.
He held up his hands, backing away. “Good dog. Nice dog,” he said, hoping to keep the mutt at bay so he could find an exit.
The bird laughed. Then, in a voice of malevolence no bird should possess, it yelled, “SIC HIM!”
Five minutes later, Doc Brown awoke to see his faithful pet pinning a frightened Needles to the ground, while Joey the McFly’s budgie laughed and sang, “Don’t insult the birdie! Don’t insult the birdie!”

-Martys: *snickersnicker*-
:D I have to give some of the credit to this one to

martyfan, who wrote a story back in the day about Marty's last evening in the Twin Pines timeline. She mentioned the McFly's budgie there, and I figured a talking parrot would work for "calling birds."
-TD: Technically, the line is "COLLIE birds," referring to dark-feathered species such as crows or ravens.-
I know, but most people know it as calling birds, so cut me a break. The basic plot is a joke about a robber who stumbles upon a parrot in a house he's broken into and insults the bird -- only for the bird to sic the owner's vicious dog on them. Since the McFlys don't have a dog, I brought Doc and Einy in for housesitting duty. My original plan had Biff Tannen pulling off the caper, but I decided to go with Needles instead, to vary things up a bit.
-VuM: Works for me!-
-VDM: Yeah, same here.-
-VM: *surprised* You knew a Needles?-
-VDM: Yeah, jackass back in my home town. Picked on me in grade school. He was one of the guys leading the angry mob after the slaver incident.-
-VM: *wince* *pats shoulder*-
-VDM: *nodnod* Yeah. . . .-
*hugs* It's okay -- as you can see above, he's not very good at avoiding karma.

I've gotten the beginning of the next one written up -- just gotta figure out where, exactly, I want to go with it.
-DW: Better to have even a miniscule head start than none at all.-
:D True, true. Right now, though, I think I'll make some hot chocolate. Discovered a new way to make it taste good -- add some chocolate sauce to the instant mix.
-HD: *turns up his nose*-
Snob.
-HD: Only in the matter of hot drinks.-