Date: Fri, 20 Sep 1996 19:59:57 -0700 From: Michelle David Subject: XOVER- Nicky Boo- Animaniacs (01/?) Hello! This is my first piece of fanfic, so *gasp gasp* be gentle! :-) I'm also writing it directly onto the message, so 'scuse the typos. All feedback is *highly* appreciated. In Animaniacs, there is a character named "Chicken Boo", who, under the guise of being human, gets into all sorts of adventures- spy, actor, ballet dancer, etc. In each cartoon, there's always someone yelling, "HE'S A CHICKEN, I TELL YOU!!!", and in the end the gig is always up. Forever Boo By Michelle David "He was brought across in the 1990's By animators at Warner Brothers Studios Dressed as humans as a plot device And now he wants to be poultry again To escape from his endless- Forever Boo" Nicky Boo stared at his partner, Tracy Vetter, as she explained their latest case. "Seems that there's a gunman on the loose at the Toronto Mall. He has a hostage- Dr. Lambert." Nicky "BwwAAAACKED" in surprise. "We've been assigned to go stop him. He claims that if his demands aren't met, he'll kill all her and-" pause for dramatic impact "dress them her as a giant chicken." "Bwak bwok bwaaaaak?" "His demands? He wants to jet liner, one million dollars, and a guest spot on Oprah's 'My Girlfriend is A Giant Chicken' show." "Bwak!!!" "Exactly. After all, Ricki Lake is so much more feasable." ********** At the mall, Dr. Natalie Lambert urgently paced the floor of Sports Chalet. The gunman urgently watched her, his palms sweating as he kept the gun aimed at her. She nervously eyed the bags of feathers that lay all over the floor. "Giant chickens, I tell ya. There's all around," said the man, staring at Natalie with a wild look in his eyes. "Everyone." "Giant chickens do not exist. They're folklore," Natalie objected feebly, by now very, very scared. How did he know that giant chickens existed? ********* Before Tracy and Nicky left the station, Nick said, "Bwock bwack bowck?" "Sure, you can make a phone call, but be quick." Nicky quickly dialed the number for the nightclub The Rooster. "The Rooster. LaCrow speaking." "Bwack boack cocka diddly bwoack Dr. Lambert!" "Dr. Lambert? Hostage situation? This gunman is aware of the existence of giant roosters? Yes, this *is* a predicament." "Bwock brook baak?" "I have no idea now he found out..." "Biiioak wack bwack!" "Just get in there, and I don't know... use your hypno thingy on him. You know, look into his eyes, crow a couple of times, and he'll forget the whole thing." "Brwack." "Yeah. You too. Bye." ******* "They're taking over the entire city, you know. Thery're everywhere. They look like you and me, but only some people can figure out what's happening. Like me," said the gunman, talking in a fervor to Natalie. Natalie glanced around anxiously. Where was Nicky? He should be here by now. "Look, Mr...?" "Fowler." "Yes. I should have guessed. Anyways, I myself have done extensive research on the field of giantchickenology, and have determined that all sightings of giant roosters and/or chickens are false." "No, I saw it with my own eyes. I was just walking, minding my businuess, when all of the sudden this giant rooster comes barin' down on me, his full wingspan spread, bwaaaacking like there was no tomorrow." Natalie tensed. Who the heck would be as blatant as to attack someone and let them live? "He started pecking at my hair like crazy, so I grabbed my conveniently placed holy symbol- the scrambled egg- and shoved it in his face. He ran off." Aha, thought Natalie. Could it have been Nick? "What did he look like?" she queried. "Long, grungy feathers, a big head of hair... looked like a wannabe rock star." Natalie closed her eyes. It couldn't be. Not Vachon!!! ******** End part one. All feedback appreciated! Michelle Schattenjager@hotmail.com dandavid@earthlink.net --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- Part Two of the Exciting Saga "Forever Boo". All vampires are giant chickens. I forgot disclamers on my first one. All characters besides Boo are property of JP 'n BC, and Boo himself is property of Warner Brothers. ********** "He was brought across in the 1990's By animators at Warner Brothers Studios Dressed as humans as a plot device And now he wants to be poultry again To escape from his endless- Forever Boo" *********** At The Rooster, Vachon stared at the television with great interest, pecking eagerly at his corn feed. "Hello, Generic News Reporter here, live from the Toronto mall, where a hostage situation is taking place. A lone gunman is holding hostage distingushed coroner Natalie Lambert, threataning to kill her and dress her as a giant chicken if his demans of 1 million dollars, private jet, and guest spot on Oprah's 'My Girlfriend Is A Giant Chicken' episode. We have a composite of the gunman here:" the composite was shown, and Vachon's eyes widened in recognition, as he loudly "BwAAACKED". He knew that guy! Hadn't he attempted to peck his hair about a week ago! Damned conceniently placed scrambled eggs! He had no more appetite for his corn feed, and rose from the bar stool. He supposed he should tell someone that this was his fault... but who? ****** LaCrow's laughter rung through Toronto. ****** Nicky Boo and Tracy Vetter arrived at the Toronto Mall, which was now surrounded by legions of men, women, and one giant rooster in blue. instantly, Nicky and Tracy were instnatly mobbed by the press. "Can you confirm rumours that the gunman is actually escaped from the Toronto Asylum?" queried a young woman in a blue businuess suit. "There have reports that the gunman has two hostages. Can you confirm this?" asked a balding man with thick glasses. "Mr. Boo, are you a giant chicken?" inquired a middle aged woman with one too many tons makeup. Gasps rose from the rest of the leech-I mean, journalists. "A giant chicken! How dare you!" "Is it just me or are you sick?" "Shaddup!" "These allegations will not go unanswered! You will hear from Mr. Boo's lawyer!" Nicky Boo innocently "Bwaaaaacked" at the accusation. ******* Natalie had formed a small groove through the Baseball Bats section with her incessant pacing. "Okay, let me get this straight. A couple of weeks ago, you were attacked by a giant rooster, who you warded off with the holy symbol of scrambled eggs. And Vac- I mean, this... giant rooster, he had 'long, grungy feathers and wannabe rockstar hair'?" The gunman, Mr. Fowler, had begun to relax slightly, although Natalie was a bit unerved by the tar he was stirring, and the bales of feathers lying on the floor. "Yep, that's right. And with my advanced investigative qualities, I've been able to make an entire list of giant roosters here in Toronto." Natalie froze. Calmy, evenly, she asked, "A... a list?" "Yeah, a, a list. Did you know that there are some giant roosters with lots of 'connections' around Toronto's goverment?" Natalie bit her lip, and again froze. "Oh really? Like who?" "Politicans, senators, the police... it's a big conspiracy!" The *police*!!! Natalie was positive that Mr. Fowler knew of Nicky's indentity. "You wanna see the list?" She froze again. Someone turn off the damned air conditioning! "Yeah... sure." He grabbed a list, which had been conveniently placed offstage. "Here you go. It's a list of every single giant rooster in the entire city of Toronto." She took the list. "Thanks. Can you see about some heat in here?" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, chances are I'm going to kill you, and cover you with boiling tar. And you're complaining about the HEAT???" Natalie eargerly scanned the list of names, mummuring in surprise occasionally. "Yada yada yada..." She scanned down to the B's. Benett... Boo!!!" Her face turned pale. So he knew! He really knew! Out of curiosity, he scanned the rest of the names. "Davies, Disher, DuCharme..." She flipped to the V's. "Vachon!" ******** Vachon waited patiently for a couple of hours until LaCrow calmed down. "So let me get this straight... Dr. Lambert is being held hostage by a man you attacked, and was chased off by with a symbol of a scrambled egg?" The smirk was still playing on his face, but the implications were sinking in. Vachon nodded minutely. LaCrow sighed. "Okay, I suppsoe we should better head on over to the mall..." As they flew to the mall, Vachon fished out a bag of chips from his hair. "Corn chips?" He offered, holding the bag out to LaCrow. LaCrow looked at the label, the snorted. "But it's not corn meal!" ******** All feedback appreciated! Michelle Schattenjager@hotmail.com dandavid@earthlink.net --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- Third and final installment of "Forever Boo". This is my first peice of fanfic ever, so all feedback is appreciated. Everyone by Boo belongs to JP 'n BC, and Boo belongs to Warner Brothers. Forever Boo By Michelle David ******* "He was brought across in the 1990's By animators at Warner Brothers Studios Dressed as humans as a plot device And now he wants to be poultry again To escape from his endless- Forever Boo" ******** Tracy had, on the way to the Toronto Mall, picked up some food at McDonalds. She had gotten a Happy Meal. "Ooh, a mini Barbie!" she squealed in delight. She took out her food. "Chicken filet?" She offered a piece of the pasty-white food to Nicky Boo. "BWAACK!" "Well, sorry, Mr. Cranky-Pants," she pouted. "I forgot you were a vegeterian. I got ya some corn chips, though." She handed them to Nicky, who eagerly pecked away. "We have some more info on the hostage situation. It seems that the gunman- Mr. Fowler- has been calmed down by Natalie. It's possible that we can get him to surrender peacefully." She paused to take a bite of her chicken. "We're going to be able to talk to Mr. Fowler in a couple of minutes over the phone..." ****** Mr. Fowler looked at Natalie expectantly. "The names of all of the giant chickens in the city of Toronto, right there. What do you think?" Natalie bit her lip. She must not let on she knew half of the people on this list. He might decide to tar and feather her right now. "It's very interesting. Just how exactly did you find out who these giant chickens were?" "I looked them up in the phone book. It's right under 'Giant Chickens'." Natalie recalled the motto for a phone directory- "If it's not here, maybe it doesn't exist." "Yes, well... Uhhh... Don't you have some hostage negotiations to work out right now?" ****** LaCrow and Vachon arrived at the Toronto Mall, and pulled Nicky over to one side. "Bwoak!" "Like I haven't heard that a million times. Don't worry, we just want to tell you something," said LaCrow. "Bawak?" "Vachon has something to tell you," said LaCrow smoothly, pushing the reluculant rooster in front of him. Vachon blinked. "Uhhhhh... you know this Mr. Fowler fellow?" "Bawcke." "Yeah, well, uh, um," blink blink, "It seems he was a would be victim from when I attacked him a couple of weeks ago. He grabbed his conveniently placed holy symbol and shoved it at me, and got away." Fire danced behind Nicky's eyes. "COCKA DOODLE BWACK!" Blink blink blink blink blink blink. "I'm really sorry. Uh, I think I might be able to, like, scare him out of there. Or freak him into killing Dr. Lambert. One of those." Nicky sighed. "Boak." Vachon let the trace of a smile crawl onto his face. "Thanks. Where do I go?" He spotted Tracy running towards him. Blink. ******** Tracy looked around urgently for Nicky. Where could he be? She finally found him in front of his icky-green car, talking to- Vachon!- and some other guy. Tracy ran up to Vachon, a blinking blur. "Ah, Vachon, can I see you for a second?" she asked through her teeth. "Okay." He allowed himself to be dragged off. "Just what the heck do you think you're doing here?" she demanded. Blink. "Uhh... Looking for a new pair of shoes?" Tracy rolled her eyes. Really, he was impossible. "What were you doing, talking to Nicky?" "Nice sneakers?" "THEY'RE LOAFERS!" She paused. The entire police squad was staring at her. The other man Nicky had been talking to had disappeared. The entire parking lot was silent. She lowered her voice. "Vachon, I really have to go. I'll talk to you later. When I do, explain just what you're doing here. Got it?" Vachon nodded. Whatta intimidating gal! ******* Mr. Fowler got on the phone. "Fowler speaking. Yeah, she's here. You want to speak to her?" he handed the phone to Natalie. "Just let them know you're alive." Natalie nervously cleared her throat. "Yes, this is Natalie Lambert. I'm fine. I think. Okay." She handed back the phone. "Yep. One million dollars, the jet, and the spot on Oprah." He paused. "And a book deal." Natalie swallowed. *Book deal*??? If he was intending to publish the list, all the giant chickens of Toronto would be in danger. "How about Random House? Okay, great." He hung up, and turned to Natalie. "I'm going to let you go in a couple of minu-" Suddenly, the window burst open, and a giant chicken came rushing in. "Oh no, Vachon!" But it was too late. Mr. Fowler recognized his attacker, and began firing wildly. "COCKA DOODLE DOO!!! I AM JAVIER VACHON! YOU MESSED MY HAIR UP, PREPARE TO DIE!" Natalie paused her frantic running to shelter to snicker. Vachon's hair? She would never have thought he would have cared about his hair, but maybe... He turned to her in mid-flight. "He tore some off." "Ah." She ran frantically to shelter. Vachon quickly grabbed the gun from Mr. Fowler and pinned him against the wall, fully prepared to peck. "BWAWACK!" Nicky's voice rang out, his eyes glowing, as he brandished a gun. Vachon was startled by Nicky, and quickly threw Mr. Fowler to the ground. He then quickly fled from the scene. Natalie stuck her head out from behind an overturned table, and smiled as she saw Nicky. Nicky grabbed Mr. Fowler and started clucking. "Bwack bwoak bwaaaaackk..." He was hypnotising him. Mr. Fowler was soon convinced that he worked for the postal service, and had just had a bad day. He ate the list of giant chickens as Tracy rushed in. Nicky embraced Natalie as Tracy cuffed Mr. Fowler. "Bwrorack brakt?" "Yeah, I'm all right. He KNEW about giant chickens, and he had a list! You were on it!" "BRRRRRRRRack?" "I know! Get an unlisted number." ******* At the Rooster, Tracy talked with Vachon. "So you attacked him, which is why he knew about giant chickens?" "Yes. I'm so sorry, Tracy..." "No. No, that's okay. He's already behind bars. I'm glad you didn't have to hurt him." "When you can hypnotise anyone, who could ask for anything more?" "Yes, I suppose you're right." ******* At Nicky's loft, Natalie and Nicky talked. "It was so scary. I was just so scared what he could do with that list... I was really worried about you." "Bwoaky." "Yes, I realize you can protect yourself, but sometimes I do worry about you, Bricky." "Uh, boak?" "Hm? Ohhhh... I said Nicky." "Bawak." ******** Nicky Boo, Bricky Boo, Nicky Boo, What's the matter with you. You wear a disguise to look like human guys But you're not a man, you're a Chicken Boo. ******* Thus ends the (first?) adventure of Nicky Boo. As I said before, all feedback is appreciated! If you would like to see more adventures of Nicky Boo, please drop a line. 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