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Post by Leroy on Jan 31, 2010 6:24:03 GMT -5
It all started when Leroy was innocently chatting with this girl at the mall. They both stood in line together at the pizza place they had in the food court and got to talking. They both sat at the same table and talked about books and movies that they both liked. Good times.
But then her boyfriend showed up and it all went down hill from there. He was the jealous type and introduced himself by shoving Leroy out of his seat and saying, "Get lost punk. She's taken."
Leroy made the mistake of standing up to the six foot six, strong-looking guy and said, "It's a free country. We can talk if we want to. It's not hurting anyone." The next thing Leroy knew, his slice of pizza was upside-down in his hair and he was falling backwards into an elderly couple's table, knocking it and himself to the ground.
Leroy was so shocked that the girl's boyfriend had actually done that to him that Leroy's only response was to stare up at them from the floor. The bully laughed and the girl shot him an "I'm sorry" look, but didn't say anything.
Eventually the bully said, "Come on Cindy. We still need to go get your hat for the party at Smokey's Ranch tonight. Just let that wimp clean this up." Then the two of them walked away. Cindy glanced back and made another sorry face, but still didn't actually say it.
Needless to say, Leroy was none too happy about having pizza dumped on his head an being made into a wrecking ball for an old couple's table. Leroy wanted justice. But he couldn't really do anything to the big guy. Besides, Leroy wasn't the type of person to pick fights. Still, he wasn't above getting even.
Which was why Leroy was now morphed into a duck (blue-winged teal) at Smokey's Ranch. The ranch wasn't hard to find since there was an ad for it in the phone book. Apparently it was a place that rented out space for parties and auctions and weddings, etc. But it still had pretty much everything you would expect at a normal ranch, and then some. Barns, tractors, pretty much every kind of farm animal you could thing of, the works.
Leroy waddled around behind some buildings, trying to find his target in the crowd. The animorph had to stay pretty far away from the people to remain inconspicuous since he didn't exactly blend in with the other ducks. He would need to find a way to get in closer.
Once he found the guy that had made a fool of him, he could get to work trying to find a way to get even. He was sure there were all kinds of pranks he could pull in a place like this. And it wasn't as if he was all alone. He had managed to convince some help to come along for the ride as well.
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Post by ebonyfox on Jan 31, 2010 15:47:36 GMT -5
<<Alright! They're playin' my song! Oh is that a Dirty Shirley?>> A fox in a barn was like James Bond around lovely ladies; completely in its element. Albeit the fox wasn't too thrilled about the loud speakers and the tangles of humans all over the place its mind was at ease so long as it remained unnoticed.
Her species of fox was known to climb, and not being one to wait outside like a certain duck Xylia had found her way inside to the top rafters where she could look down from the shadows.
Why was she doing this exactly Xylia tried to reason logically. It wasn't like she could say she knew Leroy enough to back him like she did the guys back home. Maybe she went because she was lonely. Living in the apartment with a bunch of people and not knowing every person like a sibling was strange for her. She wanted to get back that 'family feeling' as quick as possible. She wanted that deep logic to be her real reason for agreeing to this madness. At least then it made her seem sort of lovable and kind.
At least compared to the real reason she went which was that crashing a "jock" party was too tempting to pass up.
Did she care that Leroy had been humiliated? As a fellow animorph it nagged the little cell in her body called compassion, but as a friend she thought it was hilarious. Even now the thought made her snicker. When she caught herself getting the mental image again the girl tried to conceal her laughter strictly to the fox mouth. She was still learning this thought-speech thing and sometimes slipped out her private thoughts to the crowd. She was really hoping she hadn't laughed aloud again at the thought of a dejected Leroy with pizza on his head...
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Post by Leroy on Jan 31, 2010 19:17:33 GMT -5
<<A Dirty Shirley? I don't know. I can't see anything from over here.>> Not that Leroy actually knew what a Dirty Shirley was. It sounded like some sort of drink, but for all he knew Xylia could have been commenting on the song. After trying a couple more times to get into a good viewing position and failing, Leroy finally gave up. Even with the help of it being nighttime he still couldn't get close enough. <<That's it. I can't get close enough to find the guy we're looking for. I'm going to try using a different morph.>> Leroy flew up into the air to search for a good place to demorph. It wasn't long before he spotted a type of wagon that he could hide in without being seen. He made a graceless duck landing inside and began to demorph. Before he lost his ability to use thought speech, he asked Xylia for some assistance. <<Hey Xylia, you are in a place where you can see the party, right? Can you see if there are any animal pens nearby? I think I'm going to need a new morph. And I suppose it wouldn't hurt to know your own options either.>> Even as a human there was no way Leroy would be able to blend in with the crowd. When he finished demorphing he would be barefoot and wearing nothing but an old batman halloween costume. And this was not a costume party.
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Post by belnoah on Jan 31, 2010 23:01:11 GMT -5
Jeremy understood revenge. He had been seeking it for a while now, so he knew he had nothing against it. In fact, he was certain that Leroy was justified. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that all this felt very childish. He tried to ignore this feeling and lose himself in the air currents that carried his falcon wings.
<What sort of morph? Blending in is important, but humiliation is not often caused by animals that blend in. Besides, this looks to me like a red neck party. What if someone has a gun? Not to be a party pooper or anything.>
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Post by ebonyfox on Feb 1, 2010 0:23:51 GMT -5
Xylia peered over her little hiding place and began to check out the area more closely instead of viewing the alcoholic beverages. Xylia liked parties, she loved them in fact. Even though the music wasn't what she preferred, the normal party atmosphere brought her giddy spirit out. Her excitement over being near a party again, added to the foxes natural curiosity and made her a bit more hyper than usual. As her senses traveled around the barn she couldn't help but nod her head slightly to the bobbing beat.
<<I see some horse stalls, it smells like a cat has been here...rabbit cages, a goat pen. Yum! And some chickens have free roam of the place!>> she says before looking over the other side of the rafter. As she did she heard Jeremy's warning. Guns? She gave a foxy grin filled with confidence and mischief.
<< If anyone started to fire off a gun it would be at the fox, not the scared barnyard animals. And I know I can take these guys. So fly on down 'ere bird boy and shake yer tail feathers with this party vixen!>> Xylia jokes in her best country accent.
She stops joking and perks up as she hears a crash below her. Gazing over she saw a guy on the ground while what looked like a giant to her fox morph hovered overhead cracking his knuckles <<Hey guys, I think I found him.>> she said ducking her head back a bit as the guy made a threat to everyone else in the barn who dared to look at his girl.
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Post by belnoah on Feb 1, 2010 10:28:19 GMT -5
<Don't be so sure,> Jeremy said when Xylia mentioned that no one would fire at barn animals. <Party people are sometimes known to shoot first and ask questions later. Just keep it safe.> When she sid she found the guy, Jeremy scanned the ground for a fox. He spotted her, and then he spotted the guy. He looked a little drunk. Only without the "a little" part.
<OK, target sighted. Leroy, how do you want to- OH THEY CAN NOT BE PLAYING PARTY IN THE USA! These people have NO TASTE in music.> He would have rolled his eyes and covered his ears too, but peregrine falcons didn't do that. <Leroy? How do you want to do this?>
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Post by Leroy on Feb 1, 2010 18:43:22 GMT -5
Now that Leroy was human again, he couldn't really participate in the conversation that was going on. So instead he focused on getting closer to the party without being seen. But at the same time he was thinking over all the information that Jeremy and Xylia were giving him. Judging by the description Xylia gave, she had indeed found the guy they were looking for. So now all they had to do was prank him.
Out of the list of animals Xylia had mentioned, a cat or a chicken would probably be the best choice for wandering around. But they probably wouldn't be that great at pulling a prank. And they had already found their target anyway, so Leroy didn't really need to be able to walk around inconspicuously.
He decided he would acquire either a horse or a goat. Probably a horse. Their stables looked like they were nearby and nobody would be able to hold on to him if he was that big.
As Leroy snuck around the outside of the stables, he was having fun imagining Cindy's boyfriend getting shoved into a punch bowl. It would be hilarious! At least to Leroy. Eh...
Leroy was beginning to wonder if all of this was worth it. Maybe it was too big of a risk after all. Especially for such a juvenile reason.
Leroy was just about to decide to turn around and go find out if the others thought they should call off the 'mission' when one of the horses poked their head out of a side window of the stable. As the animal observed Leroy in his Batman outfit, the animorph completely lost his train of though and reached out to touch the horse's face.
As he acquired the animal, Leroy noticed it felt fuzzier than he expected. He squinted at it in the darkness with only some moonlight to help him see. It wasn't a horse, it was a donkey! Meh, close enough, he thought to himself.
Since he was in a small alleyway between the stables and a machine shed, and it was dark and deserted there, Leroy began morphing on the spot. He swelled up, got hairy, became quadrupedal, the works. It was one of the smoother morphs Leroy had ever done.
And now Leroy could finally answer Jeremy's 'How do you want to do this' question. <<You guys still safe? I'm in morph again. A donkey. I was thinking I could just walk in and push the guy into a punch bowl or something. I figure, or at least hope, that none of the people would randomly start shooting at a donkey that got out of its pen.>>
<<Actually, maybe we should make it look like some moron let the donkey out of its pen. You guys want in on the action too? The more 'escaped' animals there are at the party, the less suspicious it would probably look. What do you say?>>
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Post by ebonyfox on Feb 1, 2010 20:00:23 GMT -5
<<Well, there are more than enough drunk idiots around to pull that off. It'll make them less likely to shoot anyway.>> Xylia agreed before glancing around the barn yard. She was trying to decide which animal to acquire. Of course, in her case she had to figure out which one was less likely to stir up a terrible commotion at the presence of a fox.
Xylia immediately ruled out the chickens since foxes were their natural enemies and decided a horse wouldn't be a good option either. A horse just might trample her for jumping into its stall. Rabbits were pretty useless so that left the goat as her target.
<<Jeremy mind coverin' for me?>> she asks knowing his eyes were the best out of the group at the moment. No one could beat the eyes of a falcon. Slowly she crawled along the beam to the other side of the barn. Xylia gave a quick glance around the party again to reassure herself that she hadn't been spotted before leaping from a bale of hay gracefully into the goat pen.
The goat was already inching towards the other side of his pen, but as she thought, his voice wasn't loud enough to overpower the speakers. Xylia buried herself deep into the hay and slowly began to demorph.
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Post by belnoah on Feb 2, 2010 12:50:34 GMT -5
Jeremy landed in the rafters of the barn. <Hurry, I need to demorph too.> When she was done, he landed in an empty stall and demorphed as quickly as he could. Then, he snuck out of the stal and acquired the donkey that Leroy had acquired. As a human, he had no way to warn everyone, but this was the easiest way to do things.
He opened up the donkey stall and snuck to the back. In a few minutes, he was a donkey with the rest of them, and he began herding them out of the stall by buting them with his head and biting them. <So, whatever plan we have should start now, since there's going to be donkeys all over the place really soon.>
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Post by ebonyfox on Feb 2, 2010 14:42:34 GMT -5
As a human it was much easier to get a hold of the goat. Coming out from beneath the hay a little bit she merely brushed her hand against her fur and acquired it. As soon as she was sure she had acquired its dna she quickly morphed.
Being a goat was nothing like being a fox. For thing, she could actually see in color. Xylia found that while she was still curious it was for the reason of finding food, not just to explore.
Xylia quickly made her way to the front of her pen and looked over the edge. While the goat wasn't as desirable as the fox it did have its shining points, <<I can open my own gate. There's a drunk guy sleeping about a foot away so maybe they'll think he did it.>> Xylia stood on her back hooves and leaned over the gate to look at her neighboring stall << It looks like your pen has a similar lock to mine.>> she says
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Post by Leroy on Feb 2, 2010 18:10:13 GMT -5
<<Alright, Xylia, open as many pens as you can before me and Jeremy get there. I'll help him corral the donkeys.>> Leroy made his way into the stables through the back entrance. The building had doors wide open on both ends, presumably for air flow, so getting in was no problem.
<<Lets get this party started!>> he said to Jeremy in private thought speech. Then he let out a loud hee-haw and started butting and biting the real donkeys the same way he say Jeremy doing it.
Even before they reached the entrance, someone walked in front of the doorway and noticed that the donkeys are out. "Hey Joe! Some burros are out of their stable! Come help me chase them back in."
<<It's now or never. Charge!>> Leroy broke into a slow trot and headed toward the guy in the cowboy hat. He spread out his arms to slow down the approaching donkey, and Leroy admitted that it did make him want to stop, but he went forward anyway. He easily brushed past the guy and headed toward the party. "Hee-haw!" he yelled again. People from the party looked both surprised and amused. <<This should be interesting...>> He began scanning the crowd for the guy known as Cindy's boyfriend.
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Post by ebonyfox on Feb 2, 2010 19:28:43 GMT -5
Xylia jumps up and starts to nibble on the bolt holding her and the real goat inside. Just as she thought, with one firm tug of her head the bolt came undone.
<<alright, time to get going.>> Xylia slammed her stubby horns into the side of the real goat and smirked as it ran off. As it shot through the crowd Xylia moved to the next pin filled with many more goats and undid their bolt as well. She didn't need to worry about scaring out the herd. As soon as the bolt clicked they raced past her. Xylia couldn't help a laugh as one girl screamed at her purse getting eaten.
<<Here horsies...>> Xylia was having a blast. She bet anything that a few horses let loose would really stir things up. Placing her blunt hooves against the wood she raised her head and got to work sliding these doors open as well.
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Post by belnoah on Feb 3, 2010 13:41:50 GMT -5
Jeremy broke past the people trying to herd them back into the stalls with Leroy. <There he is, right by the food table,> Jeremy said. <I recognize his voice.> The donkey couldn't see particularly well, but it had huge ears. And it knew how to use them. <So, mangle or embarrass? Or both?> He began to make his way through the crowd, occasionally pausing to sniff people or food, and try to eat, which he figured the real donkey would do.
It was sort of like riding a wild horse (or donkey). He just sort of pointed it in the right direction and let the donkey do what it normally did. Only it moved a lot slower, and he occasionally had to get it moving again.
Eventually he made it to the food table, and stared up at the guy with what must have looked like dumb eyes. The guy stared back with what definitely looked, even to the donkey's eyes, like dumb eyes. You know there's a problem when the donkey thinks you're a dumbass, he thought. A rare joke.
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Post by Leroy on Feb 3, 2010 20:07:50 GMT -5
<<Yup, that's the guy,>> Leroy told Jeremy when he got close enough to see what he looked like. <<I only want to embarrass him, not... mangle him.>> Leroy seriously hoped Jeremy was just joking on that last part, but sadly he couldn't be sure.
<<He he, nice work with the goats, Xylia. I take it you're one of them?>> It was a funny scene indeed. Goats were all over the place in the party area. Some people were busy trying to corral them back into their pens, but many more were just laughing at them and continuing to party. Leroy would have liked to sit and watch the scene unfold, but he had a job to do.
With Cindy's boyfriend distracted by Jeremy, Leroy walked up to the guy from the side. He didn't see the second donkey approaching until Leroy was practically on top of him. He let out a startled shout, then stumbled backward into the food table.
Unfortunately it wasn't nearly as funny as Leroy thought it would be. The guy didn't even knock the table over. He got a little vegetable dip on his elbow and that was about it.
"Get away you stupid donkey." He started pushing against Leroy, but Leroy wasn't done with him yet. The animorph tried grabbing the guy's hat in his teeth, but missed. He knocked it off of the guy's head and got a mouthful of hair instead. The boyfriend ducked away just then, but the hair stayed in Leroy's mouth. It was a wig!
"Hey, give that back!" he yelled when he noticed his head was bare, then he lunged for the furry mass in Leroy's mouth.
Almost instinctively, Leroy swung his head backward and tossed the wig back toward all of the goats. <<Grab the wig!>> Leroy laughed. <<It's keepaway time!>>
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Post by ebonyfox on Feb 4, 2010 1:25:16 GMT -5
Xylia had just finished letting the horses loose and herded some pigs she had seen outside when she heard the shout to get the wig. Raising her head high she watched as a pile of black was flung just over head. Xylia galloped in her best goat way, which looked more like a clambering trot, and stared at the scene in laughter. Two goats had gotten to the treasure first. Upholding their proud title of willing to eat anything, they were nibbling away at the wig.
As she yanked it away she heard a distinct rip and saw chunks leave the top. She paused only for a moment as she heard and saw Cindy's boyfriend stop above her, "You stupid goats! You're going to ruin it!" He shouted before lunging for her.
<<Ruin it? It's already there. Eww he sprays it with cologne!>> Xylia said coughing a bit aways as the terrible scent got in her nose. She was standing by a pile of manure in the horse stall and wondering whether to chug the wig only to look up and see Cindy's boyfriend making a grab for her.
Goat instincts kicked in and she managed to race past him. With a smirk she turned around and leveled her horns <<Check out Cindy's boyfriend now>> she snickered racing forward. Butting him with all of her strength she gave a proud goat call when his knees gave and he fell right into a pile of wet manure.
<<You know I kinda feel sorry for him. Let's do him a favor and wash the gross smell out of his wig. Any takers?>> Xylia said slyly while weaving around the crowd of laughing people, horses, pigs, donkey's, and goats. Near the pile of donkey's she lefts the wig on a table for one of the guys to pick up.
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