[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Awwwww! *sniff* My universe inspires spamfics!

Thank you, Zola!

Congratulations Zola, now I can't even think of an egg without pictureing of Dorothy covered in broken egg parts.
And all that trouble just for French Toast. (Which isn't even French in origin.)
DIrty Norman! Dirty Norman!

Resurrection time!

* * *

Roger slammed the Griffon's door and stepped into the elevator, hitting a button for the penthouse floor.

He had given Norman the night off, so he knew he had to scavange his own dinner. Although Norman did leave some really good hot sandwiches in the icebox for him to reheat.

Yeah, sounded good - a hot sandwich and some coffee, then just relaxing after a hard day. And some conversation with Dorothy would be nice. Maybe trick her into cuddling again.

Roger heard music blaring from the the penthouse. Not a piano, but the stereo system was on, playing one of his old rock albums.

"Dorothy found my Silver Bullet Band album?" he wondered aloud. He grinned and imagined Dorothy dancing around the livingroom with her broom and dustpan attached to her waist, the duster in hand.

No, of course she wouldn't. She was probably just curious about the albums.

He stepped of the elevator as one song ended and another song began.

The song's introduction began with a piano.

Dorothy slid across the room on socked feet, a hairbrush in hand.

Roger's jaw dropped - she was clad in one of his white shirts, half-buttoned up, an extra pair of his sunglasses, and damn little else besides the socks. She began to dance around in a jerky motion while she lip-synced into the hairbrush.

"Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll!"

She bounced across the room and jumped on the couch. The couch did not object as she bounced up and down in the air.

Roger felt somewhat peeved. She was a lot lighter than she made herself out to be. However, he was disttacted by her jumping causing the shirt to fly up and show that she was wearing a pair of black panties beneath it.

"Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock 'n' roll!"

She jumped off the couch and danced around the livingroom area, spinning and moving with the music.

"Still like that old time rock 'n' roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock 'n' roll!"

She rolled across the top of the piano and flipped down to the seat to play accompaniment with the instrumental, dancing in her seat.

Roger thought her dance and act was both cute and funny. He often wondered what she did during the days he was gone and Norman had the day off.

She got up, taking the hairbrush with her as she continued to lip sync.

"Won't go to hear them play a tango
I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There's only one sure way to get me to go
Start playing old time rock 'n' roll!"

Dorothy plopped onto the couch and writhed around, giggling madly, then got up and danced on the coffee table.

Roger did not hear the elevator behind him open.

"Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" a woman's voice shrieked.

Roger spun on his heel to see Angel right behind him, while Dorothy stopped dancing and stared at them.

Angel looked at Roger. "So, I see how it is, Mr. Negotiator."

Roger sweated. "Hey, I walked in on this, too."

Angel narrowed her eyes. "You came in here several minutes before I did! I noticed you didn't stop her!"

Dorothy came up to Roger - as if she wasn't wearing his sunglasses and shirt - and stated, "Welcome home, Roger. Dinner is ready for you. Is she joining you for dinner?"

"No, thank you," Angel answered. "I see you have other things to attend to, Roger Smith."

Roger blinked as Angel descended back down the elevator shaft. "Hey, Angel, wait! This isn't what you think it is!" He turned back to Dorothy who was smirking as she took off the sunglasses. "What have you to say for yourself??"

Dorothy's smirk blossomed into a grin. "I knew you were here the entire time, Roger, you could have stopped me any time."

"Well, um, true ... " He shrugged. "Uh ... you look nice in my shirt."

She giggled again and turned back to the livingroom. Maybe he'll try to trick her into some some snuggling again tonight.

Gee, Lady Tesser, looks like Dorothy's been trying out an entertainment CD! "The couch did not object..." LOL!

Pygmalion

Oh my god, I wish I was Roger to see all that.

Excellent as usually, Lady Tesser. Good stuff.

that was cute, Lady Tesser

I love it when Angel leaves in a huff.

It isn't very good, but I haven't done this before, so no yelling.
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Beck stands over Roger's desk, flipping over hourglasses.

Beck: Crow boy may have that robot, but I have his house! Besides, he's still fighting my genius creation, and by the time he gets back, I'll have rewired his security systems and transfered his bank account holdings to my own!

Roger walks into the room.

Roger: Beck, what are you doing in my house?

Beck: Wha? ...ULP!

Beck drops and hourglass.

Roger: Nobody-

Beck: But how?

Roger: Touches-

Beck: Did you?

Roger: MY DESK!

Beck runs out of the room and up some stairs to the roof.
Norman walks in.

Norman: Shall I phone the military police master Roger?

Roger: No need .

On the roof, Beck stares open-mouthed at Big O, holding the remains of Beck's "Genius Creation."

Lady T:

Too ... vivid ... must ... shield ... eyes !


Big Money:

Welcome! A worthy offering.

I love this thread. ^_^

* * *

"I trust you will do well with my replacement during my vacation," Norman said as he picked up his fishing gear.

"If you recommended him," Roger said. "I'm quite sure he will do well."

"Good-bye, Norman," Dorothy offered. "Have a good time on your vacation."

"I'll be back in a month, Miss Dorothy," he assured her. He tipped his fishing hat at them and left by the elevator.

Roger exhaled and looked at Dorothy. "Do we really need a replacement butler for a month?"

"It takes two of us to look after you, Roger," Dorothy stated. "I cannot do it by myself unless you allow me to install my own house rules."

"No thanks," Roger replied. "Well, it'll be around 8 when he gets here. Why don't we have dinner?"

*

It was a nice dinner. Roger even helped Dorothy with the dishes, then they waited for Norman's substitute by playing chess.

8 o'clock rolled around.

Then 8:30.

Then 9 o'clock.

"Do you think he got lost, Roger?" Dorothy asked.

"I'm not sure, Dorothy."

9:30 came and went.

"I think I'll call the school and ask if he's even left yet," Roger stated as he got up.

The elevator dinged and a voice called, "Ya, mon! Ennywon home, mon??"

"Up here," Roger called.

Both Roger and Dorothy made their way to the spiral staircase and found a sight neither quite expected.

He was tall like Norman but quite lanky, his black hair pulled back in several dreads. He was in a butler's uniform, but his shirt was tie-dyed with red, yellow, and blue.

"You're the - "

"Ay, mon! I be Norman's subbie. Ya be Roger Smith, mon?"

"Yes, and this is - "

He grinned, flashing bright white teeth. "And dis be de cute liddl' maid Dora-love he be speakin' of. Good ta meet ya, sweetheart."

He hugged her and slapped her backend, resulting in two sounds -
a clanging noise from Dorothy's posterior
and
his cry of pain from hitting it

Dorothy stared back at him with a slightly miffed expressionlessness. "Please do not handle me like that again."

Roger was a little surprised - the one time he slapped her backend (being incredibly drunk and pasted, too) it did not clang or hurt his hand. In fact, it was a little soft.

"No problem, mon."

*

He was Richard Everett Vowles, but he was simply known as Mojo.

Roger stood on the balcony earlier in the morning than usual, fuming mad.

Dorothy joined him with a tray of coffee. "Your coffee, Roger."

"Any of that crap in it?"

"I brewed it myself."

He accepted the coffee and gulped it down. When he had woken up to drumming that morning, he was even more angry than usual. Drumming only intensified any headaches. Not to mention the house was filled with some sort of sweet smoke.
'No cigarette smoking in the house, Mojo.'
'Dis be no cigarettes, mon. It be the sacred ganja.'
Roger sniffed the air. 'It be the Vice Squad rampaging through here, that's what it be. Toss it.'

"You are angry, Roger," Dorothy observed.

"How can you tell?"

"You're mumbling Bad Words under your breath."

Roger rolled his eyes and turned to her. "I found most of my suits gone and replaced by bermuda shorts and tie-dyed shirts."

Dorothy nodded. "He had also set the drapes on fire with his altar full of candles."

"And he's being too friendly with you."

Dorothy turned her head to stare at the domes. "Does this bother you?"

"Yes! I mean - you're your own - I mean - you're my - "

Dorothy smiled slightly. "Only the master of the house has first dibs on the maid."

Roger turned twenty shades of red as Dorothy stepped back into the house.

*

"That's it," Roger announced on day 3. "He's gone."

Dorothy and Roger stood in Big O's hanger, looking up at the Megadeus.

Big O was painted in rainbow tie-dye with the words 'BOB MARLEY LIVES' painted over his piston armor.

The elevator behind them opened and Mojo said, "Ay, mon! You likka de paint job?!"

Mojo was surprised to find Dorothy holding him while Roger started the beating.

*

After a blissful month of quiet and not having to look after his master, Norman returned to the Smith Mansion quite relaxed and happy.

He came in and called, "I'm home! Miss Dorothy? Master Roger?"

"In the diningroom," Dorothy called back.

Norman deposited his gear by the servants' hallway and entered the diningroom. His jaw dropped.

Dorothy was seated casually at the table, one leg draped over a chair arm, and herself clad in a skintight black leather catsuit.

Roger was in a dog collar (leash held by Dorothy), an apron, and nothing else while he held a tray of various chocolates.

"Welcome home, Norman," Dorothy purred. "We had to get rid of your replacement, then there was a reorganization of the pecking order." She tugged on the leash and Roger was pulled down to accept her nuzzling.

"Yes, Mistress Dorothy," Roger replied.

Norman sighed. "I should have really expected this if I were gone long enough. I suppose I have to call you 'Mistress Dorothy', too, hmm?"

"Of course not," she said primly. "Only Roger-Sweetums gets to call me that. You may call me 'Your Highness'."

Norman nodded. "Well, the little dork needed to get knocked down a few pegs, anyway."

Roger rolled his eyes. "I don't believe you said -" The leash was yanked. He smiled painfully. "Yes, I certainly did. Don't-hurt-me-Mistress-Dorothy!"

Dorothy smirked.

Lady Tesser, you have been lurking around my dreams again, haven't you?

I really like this one. Keep it up.

As for Dominatrix Dorothy, I am in love.

Dorothy crept through the dark house, checking on the status of the other residents.

Norman and Roger were both sound asleep. Norman's alarm wouldn't awaken him for another eight hours. This gave Dorothy time to indulge in her secret hobby.

Dorothy had gotten the idea from a magazine she had found under Roger's bed. The images of the people and their odd activities had captured her imagination. After a period of trepidation, she put together an outfit and went out in the nighttime streets.

Dorothy had walked the nighttime streets of Paradigm City and quickly found several rough, dangerous men. The bizarre physical activities she engaged in with them made her cybernetic heart race with excitement. She found herself going out again and again, seeking ever-greater excitement.

Her secret nighttime activities were nothing like the life she had with Roger. As she stalked the streets at night, she felt powerful, independent, assertive. Around Roger, she was always meek and subservient. But at night, among faceless strangers, Dorothy could express the parts of herself that she had to constantly repress.

Dorothy took out her secret box and got out the shocking outfit that would have startled Roger and Norman. Slipping it on, she adjusted the padded parts that made her look more voluptuous than she actually was. Again, as she usually did, she contemplated modifying herself to accomodate the measurements of her disguise, and once again dismissed the notion.

The boots were, to Dorothy's mind, the most exciting part of the outfit. High-heeled and provocative, zipping up almost to her knees, they almost cried out 'No Prim Little Maids Here'! Not to mention they made her look several inches taller; in the boots, she was actually taller than Angel.

The black wig, with hair streaming down her back, and carefully-applied makeup, changed her face considerably, hiding the pallor of her normal skin tone. A simple internal command altered her eye color to blue.

The disguise, combined with the darkness that she usually practiced her activities in, ensured that no one would ever mistake the prim, mousy little android girl for the tall, high-breasted, raven-haired goddess that walked the seedy streets and uncivilized districts of Paradigm City.

Getting her jewelry and special items, Dorothy contemplated for a moment whether to take the whip or the rope. She decided on the rope, since it was more versatile.

Ducking into the kitchen, she jumped down the emergency chute to the hanger and went to one of the emergency exits that opened onto the street several blocks from the mansion. She kept a small car there, a sports model she purchased with the money she made during her nighttime excursions. Just a week's worth of going out at night had earned her enough money for a customized vehicle.

Dorothy drove out of the secret garage, out an alley, and onto the night streets of Paradigm City. She contemplated where to go tomight, and decided that the southern areas of the city had what she wanted that night.

Stopping in a seedy-looking neighborhood, Dorothy walked in the dark back alleys, avoiding the well-lit public areas with their painted prostitutes and 'adult' theatres. She contemplated how often such businesses had what she craved, and wondered as usual about the primal connection between sex and violence in the human psyche.

As usual, it didn't take her long to locate what she sought; five men, one getting a severe beating from two men as two others held the victim by his arms.

Dorothy licked her lips. She smiled at the thought of what she was about to do.

Running forward, she jumped up, spun around, and kicked one of the assaulters in the ribs, sending him slamming into his partner. Both men slid onto their faces for about a dozen feet down the alley.

The other two released their captive and backed up in panic.

"Oh god!" one cried. "It's Wonder Woman!"

One of the men pulled a pistol and fired at the brightly-clad woman, but Dorothy's android reflexes noted the path of the gunshots and moved her large armored bracers to intercept the projectiles, shattering the bullets in a shower of sparks.

"I would have thought that everyone knew how stupid that was by now," she said in a husky voice quite unlike her normal tone. "I guess you're stupider than the normal thugs."

The shooter threw his gun at her and ran off, while the second thug pulled a knife and charged her. She rapidly got her rope and tossed a lasso at the fleeing figure, neatly sidestepping her would-be stabber. Spinning on one heel, she pulled the ensnared thug back towards herself while tripping the knifeman onto his face. Tossing the two men together, she hogtied them to each other in a painful-looking pile faster than the human eye could follow.

One of the other thugs had recovered his senses and had pulled a gun, aiming at the back of the red-blue-and-gold-clad figure.

Dorothy had kept part of her awareness on the other two, and thus was not distracted by her current actions like a human would have been. In a blur of motion, she pulled off her tiara and threw it at the backshooter, knocking the gun out of his hand and shattering his wrist.

She checked the victim for injuries, and found only a couple of cracked ribs. "Don't worry," she said softly. "You're safe now."

The bruised and battered man looked up at his rescuer. "You're her! You're Wonder Woman! I thought you were just a story ... *kaff-kaff*"

"You are injured," he said. "I have to get you medical attention."

Picking up the man, she hopped up on a nearby dumpster, kicked off of it onto a fire escape, kicked off again onto a tiny window-ledge, and kicked yet again onto a rooftop. Dashing along the rooftops, Dorothy hopped smoothly from building to building, keeping her passenger stable in a grip of steel, until she arrived at a free clinic that she knew about in this neighborhood.

She hopped down and walked throught the Emergency Room doors. "Medic!" she cried. "This man needs help!"

A doctor dashed up and checked the man out. "He's got cracked ribs, perhaps internal injuries," he reported. Soon, the victim was on a gurney and being looked after by the volunteers of this dingy clinic.

One of the other patients whispered to his friend, "Why the heck is she dressed like that?"

"You idiot!" his friend replied. "That's Wonder Woman! Everybody knows who SHE is!"

"I thought that was a story people told - like Santa Claus."

"Well, better be nice next Heaven's Day!"

Dorothy left the clinic and resumed her patrol, seeking more evildoers to whom she could give Wonder Woman's brand of justice.

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Dorothy awoke Roger that morning to a rousing piano solo, and a grumpy Roger allowed her to accompany him on his trip to visit a client.

As they drove along, they saw a little girl wearing aluminum-foil tiara and bracelets and tossing a clothesline lasso at some boys with toy guns.

"Heh, look at that," Roger remarked, smiling. "The kids are playing at being Wonder Woman."

"Who?" Dorothy asked.

"A character from an old comic book," Roger explained. "From before the Event. Some invincible crimefighter who beat criminals with a magic lasso and magic jewelry."

"How silly," Dorothy commented deadpan. "Who would believe in magic ropes and jewelry?"

It is these sort of things that makes me scared of events that occour in the Tesser household "after work hours".
I do like the twist of Dorothy dressed up as wonder woman though. I guess this puts broom Roger out of business for at least the time being.

P-C T: So compelling, I believe every word!

And the idea about what DASTUN thinks about having a costumed superhero WOMAN making the force look like dweebs makes it even funnier!

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And the idea about what DASTUN thinks about having a costumed superhero WOMAN making the force look like dweebs makes it even funnier!

Actually, since most of Wonder Dorothy's activities would be outside the domes (where Dastun is usually ordered not to interfere in, or even to ignore), he would probably be grateful for the help. At least Wonder Woman's activities doesn't cause as much wholesale devestation as a certain black megadeus ...

(falls over laughing) Dominatrix Dorothy is priceless. Man, where do I get a Roger-on-a-leash?


I was wondering where you were going with all the late-night activity and the whip and whatnot, P-C T. I especially love her comment at the end there. Awesome.

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It is these sort of things that makes me scared of events that occour in the Tesser household "after work hours".

I'm printing this in fancy letters and framing it. ^_^

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Originally posted by Prince-Consort Tesser "How silly," Dorothy commented deadpan. "Who would believe in magic ropes and jewelry?"

Bravo! Wonder Woman was my absolute favorite character in the seventies...

I'd pay to see that in an ep

one time I had this imagination that there was this hoilday called negotiator appreciation day..which was created by;you guessed it, roger
smith!dorothy gave him a chrome,onyx encrusted watch for custom style.norman gave him a special necktie,& me, I forgot his birthday.
"where is my present ashleigh?" asked roger. "your present? oh my gosh I forgot that today is negotiator appreciation day!oops!"said ashleigh."I want you to get me or make me a present by today ok?"
said roger."ok i'll make you or get you one present,roger."said ashleigh.
Then,ashleigh left the smith mansion to get a gift for roger.On her way to the gift shop, she saw an ancient pirate ship carrying a load of pies &
asked them one question."wow,those homade pies sure look good!"
then, one of the pirates said "oh no these are not pies they're from a bomb factory. They're bombs!" "oh that's too bad I was just gonna buy some." said ashleigh."woah, hold on there!" said the pirate captain."we were just kidding about pies being bombs,so here's a pie! that'll be $25
please."said the pirate captain."wow,thanks...thanks a lot! said ashleigh.
Later,ashleigh returned to the smith mansion w/ the pie & entered.
"hey everybody!" said ashleigh." I got roger's present!" said ashleigh.it's a pie!
"cool! bring me a slice & let me see what it tastes like" said roger."ok roger!" said ashleigh.[trip] oops! ashleigh had tripped over.BOOM!
the pie had exploded! it wiped out the mansion & the city.In the end,
roger, dorothy, norman ,& everybody else got killed in the following explosion. No Side

Norman was out grocery shopping while Roger was in his office for the afternoon, catching up on some reports.

When four o'clock came and went, Roger looked up and noticed there was no Dorothy standing before his desk with his coffee.

"Strange," he remarked, getting up and stretching. "Where's Dorothy?"

Roger wandered around the penthouse looking for the android - peeking into the kitchen, laundry room, the common rooms, the bedroom.

No Dorothy.

He took the elevator down to the hanger and saw her down on the floor near Big O's left foot. He exited the elevator on the catwalk at Big O's waist level and looked down, trying to figure out what she was doing.

Paint cans ...
Paintbrushes ...
Her in overalls ...
Big O's foot painted ...

"R. DOROTHY WAYNERIGHT!" he shrieked as he managed not to fall over the railing. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MEGADEUS???"

Dorothy looked up from her work and replied, "I am painting Big O's toenails, Roger."

"WHY do you need to paint his toenails?" Roger demanded. "Does he even HAVE toenails??"

"Yes, he does," she answered calmly. "I am painting them so he can hide better in a tomato patch."

Roger slammed his palm to his forehead. "Tomato vines, Dorothy. And how can a hundred-plus foot tall Megadeus hide in tomato vines?"

"Carefully," she retorted.

*

Roger walked up the path to the Aislesberry Farm house where Gordon Rosewater would be. Coming down the path in the opposite direction was Alex Rosewater and Alan Gabriel - Alex being stonefaced (or looking constipated) and Alan with a smirk ready to burst into a giggle.

Roger paused and gazed at the tomato plants lining the pathway, looking carefully at the rows of tomato stand vines.

"What's wrong, Mr. Negotiator?" Alex asked smugly. "Finding your roots?"

"No," Roger replied. "Checking to see if any Megadeuses were hiding in the tomato plants."

"Why?"

"Because they paint their toenails to blend in."

Alan's grin was gone and Alex blinked. "How can a Megadeus hide in a patch of tomatoes???"

Roger looked up at the president of Paradigm City. "They must be good, because I haven't been able to see them. Good day, Mr. Rosewater."

Roger left the two men and made his way to Gordon's house.

Alex and Alan looked at Roger, looked at each other, then stared down at the tomato plants to see if they could find a Megadeus with painted toenails.

Beck, Dove, and T-Bone are chilling in the RX-3 (the one in The Greatest Villain) when Big O walks up next to them.

Roger (on viewscreen): Hey, does that have a Hemi?

Beck (smiling): You're about to find out!

Cue rock music as Big O and the RX-33 take off. The RX-3 leaves Big O in the dust. Beck high fives Dove and T-Bone as a bevy of Angel clones runs their way cheering.

Suddenly the scene changes to one of Dan Dautsan leaning over the trio of criminals in a smoking and blasted cockpit of the RX-3.

Dan Dautsun: Hey guys, wake up! The Black Megadeus beat you again. You're under arrest!.

Beck (frustrated): Aw man!