Science, Joy and Business: A Deadly Mixture

A Green Toon Turned Even Greener

THIRD PERSON POV

The story that almost every Toon knows, how three Toons ran onto the podium, yet only two returned. The two canidates, Flippy Doggenbottom and Slappy Quackintosh gave their speeches and the votes were counted.

The crowd paused in anticipation as the counters bounced and scrolled.

Flippy was in the lead but quickly in a burst of energy, Slappy’s counter sped up to five thousand one hundred and thirty one.

“Well, there you have it. The new President of the Toon Council…”

Alec paused.

“SLAPPYYYY~ QUACKINTOSH!”

Slappy raised his arms in the air in a cheerful victory, a cheerful dance soon following.

“Holy smokes…. I don’t know where to begin!”

“I know without any doubt that I hereby accept my duty as your President..”

The sound of a propeller whirring grew near.

A cog in a bossbot suit dropped to the plaza floor beside the podium. It’s T.A.G. displaying, “Yesman
Bossbot
Level 3”

“I will ensure- Uhh…”

“Wha- What is that…?”

“Err… Hey there, fella! My name is Slappy, the newly elected President of the Toon Council in this Toonerrific Town.”

Slappy looked the imposing robot up and down.

“President, you say? Just the Toon I need to speak with.”

“Boy, that’s some propeller you have there! You know, it looks a lot like the one on that TV.”

“Yes. Now as I began to-”

“Ooh, and the suit too. Where did you come from, anyway? It can’t be Loony Labs, they’re off today.”

“See here, Toon. I am-”

“No don’t tell me. Let me guess. Errr… Montana. Final answer. No, no, nevermind. They wouldn’t have that fancy of a suit there, Hmmm…”

Slappy put his hand to his chin.

“STOP!- I like your lingo, Toon. You know how to schmooze.”

The grin on the cogs face grew even wider as he looked down towards Slappy.

“..However, you seem to need a smear of Positive Reinforcement.”

A trombone sound could be heard as Slappy’s happy, joyous smile quickly devolved into an ever so intense frown, he turned in circles as he shrunk into nothing.

“Oh my goodness- he…”

“Slappy, NO!”

“No. Nonono, no. This isn’t happening.”

“What have you done?!”

Flippy barked out as he leaped off the podium to confront the opposing cog.

“Flippy, NO! Get away from it!”

“What... What are you?”

He looked up the robot, bewildered by his appearance, he hadn’t seen the Trolleybots yet and he’d never think if these were them they’d have such a, robotic, intoon appearance.

“I don’t like your tone. Perhaps you need a drop of Positive Reinforcement as well.”

Flippy backed up with a slight worrisome expression, shuffling his pockets around as he almost tripped over his own feet.

“No.. No, get away. I don’t need your help.”

“Let me confirm our meeting to discuss this. I won’t take no for an answer.”

The cog drew near.

“Fun cannot exist without order.”

Flippy was nearing the wall behind him, he had to think, fast.

“Stop it, this isn’t fun!”

He quickly pulled out a pie he had stashed away, priming it.

The cog barely moved a muscle.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been wrong yet.”

Flippy quickly reeled the pie back.

“Stay AWAY from me!”

He threw the pie with as much strength as he could at the cog.

The menacing robot brushed it off before spinning, firing out gears before exploding.

As this was happening, the sky quickly darkened, flooded with more of similar looking robots.

Doctor Surlee swiftly spoke.

“Everyone, listen. There’s no time to explain! Grab the pies, they seem to be the weaknesses of these… “Cogs.” Now take up arms, there’s more on the way! Fight for our town, fight for Slappy!”

INSIDE LOONY LABS

Scientoons and Assilyates quickly flooded into Loony Labs, most were resting at home at the time of the elections, but not anymore.

Papers flew and panicked staff made various animal noises.

Professor Furball quickly motioned Doctor Peppurr into his workspace, almost bumping his blue dog snout against Peppur’s red cat ears due to how crowded it was.

Furball closed the door behind them.

“Peppurr do you have any clue what's going on?!”

“No clue!”

Furball leaped onto his chair in front of his terminal.

“Lemme pull up the feed from the telescope..”

His fingers flew across the keys as the terminals fans spun as it turned on.

A feed appeared on the screen, a view of Toontown Central, black and white with scanlines, in the bottom right showed “5:00 PM 04-19-03”, in the bottom left showed “O REC”.

“F-Furball is that?..”

“It’s those Trolleybots! And they're making Toons sad!”

“T-they’re dropping like flies!”

“What is that thing?..”

Doctor Peppurr’s ears started to twitch for some reason.

“I-It looks like a Trolleybot skeleton.. t-those things always freaked me out..”

“We gotta go take care of that thing! Come on!”

Furball jumped from his chair, pulling Peppur by the lab coat and out the door.

“woAH!”

The two watched as Flippy destroyed the bulking skelecog, saving Toontown Central.

“Peppurr, we have to take our findings to the council, now.”