[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Big Ben, I'll be sure to come up with a tomato cream pie, just for you!

Big Finale, Alan hardly deserves such a quick ending. But it works for me!

Good job from the Big twins!

Pygmalion

Hi All,

I wrote this story a while back. I have completly ignorned it ever since. It was not edited, so if you see any grammatical errors, let me know. Any questions, concerns and comments are appreciated.

Please note that Tony (Beck's mechanic) is not the same person as me, so this is not a Mary-Sue.

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It was after midnight in the Speakeasy and there were only a few people inside. A few Big B crew members had gathered around a pool table, waiting for Tony to take his shot. As he was about to shoot, a voice called out for him. Distracted, he fired and accidentally scratched the 8-ball.

“Damn, you made me lose 20 bucks. This better be good!” Tony shouted angrily. He looked up and found Dori standing between two spectators. Embarrassed by his outrage, he bowed his head. “Pardon me, Miss Wayneright. I don’t remember getting a call from Mr. Beck. Is it an emergency?”

Dori smiled, but said nothing at all. She then pointed to a corner booth, away from the bar and pool tables.

Tony looked as his team and spectators nervously. He certainly didn’t want any rumors about Dori and him. “Beck is slime! He sends his girlfriend to drag me back to work!” The men laughed as he walked away. “Luis, Cesar, I got next game!”

With his cue stick and case in hand, Tony nervously walked towards Dori’s booth. He nodded at Big Ear, avoiding any eye contact. He certainly didn’t want Big Ear passing any roomers about this. He looked around the room for Beck, then sat across from Dori. He cleared his voice, “Miss Wayneright, how may I help you?”

Dori smiled as she reached across the table to hug Tony. He was petrified with fear, he didn’t know what Beck would do if he saw them like this. She released him, still smiling.

Tony looked around frantically, then looked at Dori. “Miss Wayneright, why did you do that?”

“Tony, you looked like you needed a hug. Besides, I like the way you blush. Your face is scarlet like your shirt.”

“I am always glad to entertain you, Miss Wayneright,” Tony said sarcastically. “But, I don’t think Beck would welcome your hugging me like that.”

“You can call me Dori, Tony. Besides, you have nothing to worry about, he likes you,” Dori said cheerfully.

Tony chuckled at the thought of Beck liking him. He felt that Jason liked him to work indefinitely.

“But, I have a question for you,” Dori said, showing a hint of urgency.

Suddenly, Tony became anxious. He feared she was going to ask him about his feelings for her sister. With a shaky voice, he said, “Go right ahead, Miss Wayneright...err…Dori.”

“How was your date with Kristy?” Dori asked. “I have not had a chance to ask her.”

Tony started to recall his date with Kristy.

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Tony and Kristy were at the Nightingale. The date wasn’t going very well. She spent the majority of the time talking about Beck and her feelings for him. Tony smiled and tried to accommodate. Their date was about to come to a close, as they sat together in a booth.

“Thank you for showing a gal good time,” Kristy said, while checking her makeup.

“Hey, the pleasure is all mine.” Tony said eager to please. “So, tell me a little something about you?”

“Well, I am an accountant,” she replied dryly.

“How do you like accounting?” he asked earnestly.

“It’s O.K.” she replied, completely uninterested. “It pays the bills.”

Tony looked nervous, since he wasn’t proficient in conversations that didn’t involved engineering. “So, what do you do for fun?”

“Nothing really,” she said indifferently.

“So, what do you think of Dori and Beck? I think they make a cute couple,” Tony said as a last resort to start a conversation.

Kristy’s face became flushed. Obviously, Tony hit the wrong button. “Dori and Beck? That’s a joke,” she laughed.

“Beck is so cute. His arms, his legs, his face, he is a perfect human being. HUMAN BEING!” Kristy shouted. Kristy became extremely upset. “I have waited a whole year from him to come around. And, what does he do? He falls for a two legged trash can.”

Tony noticed she was creating a scene. In desperation to calm her down, he asked, “Hey Kristy, do you want to dance?”

“No, I don’t want to dance. I just want to do one thing,” Kristy shouted. “I want to know what it would take to smash Dori!”

“Kristy, there is no need for that. Dori is a nice…”

“Of course you would think she is nice, you are cold as she is. Look at the way you dress and talk. I may as well call you R. Tony. The only reason why I agreed to go on this date was upon Beck’s request,” Kristy said, interrupting Tony rudely.

“Are you done?” Tony asked coldly, trying to hide his anger. “I think it is time I took you home.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll call a cab,” she replied bitterly.

“Thank you for the fine evening,” Tony said, he leaned towards to her, but she gestured for him to keep away. He then walked toward the host and discreetly requested and paid for a cab for the young lady.

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Tony looked at Dori and smirked, as he tried masked his disappointment. “Well Dori, Kristy was not my type.”

“No!” Dori bowed her head. “I thought you and Kristy would be great together.”

“What gave you that idea?” Tony chuckled. He noticed that she was displaying signs of sadness. “Excuse me Dori, I was out of line.”

“I thought since you and Kristy work for Jason, you would be happy together.”

Tony smiled. “Sister, that maybe so, but we are completely different types of people. She is a spontaneously outgoing woman and I am…”

“A lonely person who is frustrated with the world around him,” Dori responded cheerfully. She noticed Tony had blushed again. “Did I say something inappropriate?”

“No. Where did you hear that?” Tony asked, completely mortified by her statement.

“I asked Angel about your strange behavior around Dorothy and me. And she said…” Dori said, no longer cheerful.

Tony waved his hands around. “Never mind, Dori. I have heard enough.” Tony’s face became red again, but this time it was out of anger towards Angel’s remarks. Tony had generally disliked Angel, given their history together.

“Oh, I said something wrong, didn’t I?”

“No Dori, you didn’t.” Tony said while smiling, trying to hide his anger. He quickly disassembled his cue stick and sloppily placed it inside the case. “I am heading home. Good night, Miss Wayneright…err…Dori.”

“Tony, I can see that you are upset,” Dori said as she stared at the way his hands trembled. “I have another friend you may want to take out. She’s a butcher I go too.”

Tony wasn’t able to sustain his anger. He thought it was sweet of her to play matchmaker, even though she was referring to the neighborhood butcher, who was six foot, four inches tall and weighed over three hundred pounds. Unable to mask his smile, he asked, “What’s her name?”

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Tony stood by the back door of the neighborhood Butcher shop. He rapped on the iron door and waited. After a brief moment, the door swung open and a giant woman stepped out. With a smile on his face, he looked upward to face her. “You must be Dora.”

Hi All,

I wrote this other story a while back. I have completly ignorned it ever since. After reading Uncle Tomato's third season again, I wondered by Tony had an aversion to Angel and his obsession for the Wayneright sisters (amongst other things). Of course, this is story is based solely on conjecture. I did not consult with A.C.T, so it is the result of self-indulgence.

It is not edited, so if you see any grammatical errors, let me know. Any questions, concerns and comments are appreciated.

Please note that Tony (Beck's mechanic) is not the same person as me, so this is not a Mary-Sue.

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Tony fired his shot, sending the eight-ball to the corner pocket. “Next victim!” He stared at his cue-stick tip, chalking it. “Any fool willing to part from him money, step right up!” He laughed when he noticed that none of the other pool sharks were willing to challenge him.

“I will,” a familiar voice cried. “Rack them, please.”

Tony looked around feverishly. He knew he heard the voice before. “Who said that?”

Dorothy stepped through the group of spectators. She was wearing her familiar black dress, topped with her antiquated jabot. “Hello Tony, I’ll challenge you.”

Tony blushed and gave her an uneasy hug. He took her to his usual booth and they sat down together. “Dorothy, it’s been a long time. I haven’t seen you since the Christmas party. How’s Norman?”

Dorothy nodded her head slightly. Her piercing black eyes trained on Tony’s, making him feel extremely nervous. “Norman is fine. Even though you didn’t ask, Roger is fine as well.”

Tony lowered his head. It was not a secret that he always felt strange around Roger, since he was Dorothy’s “boyfriend”. “I’m sorry. I can be so forgetful at times. I meant to ask about him too.”

Dorothy continued to stare at him, uneasily. He could see that she was calculating on what to say next. What was she going to ask? “Tony, I have three questions to ask you, but I am wondering if they are appropriate and if you would answer them.”

Tony became anxious. He was not good at answering personal questions, especially from women he was interested in. Trying to avoid the issue, he looked signaled the waitress and asked her for some drinks. He looked at Dorothy. “I think we will need a few drinks. It’s going to be a long night.”

Dorothy gave him a superficial smile and waited quietly while Tony took his first drink. She asked, “Are you feeling better?”

“Dorothy, I am fine.” Tony said sarcastically. “What do you need to know?”

Dorothy took one of the drinks and sipped it. “I do not think Orange Juice will get you drunk.”

Tony laughed and shook his head. “Not so loud. I have a reputation to uphold.” He looked around to see if anybody heard them. He looked at her with a smile. “Come on, tell me what is bugging you.”

Dorothy took another sip of the orange juice. Even though her face remained expressionless, she seemed to enjoy her drink. “I wanted to know three things. Why do you treat Angel with contempt? Why do you behave oddly around Dori? Why do you purposely avoid Roger?”

Tony was shocked. He was not accustomed to women being that direct with him. He knew why he treated Angel so badly and oddly around Dori, but wasn’t aware of being evasive towards Roger. After several moments of contemplation, he stated, “Dorothy, I will tell you, but you need to promise to keep our conversation completely confidential. OK?”

Dorothy nodded and took a sip of her drink.

Tony replied, “To answer questions, I must give you some back ground information…”

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It was a beautiful artificial spring day, inside the Paradigm University dome. Tony sat on the stairs leading to the Science Hall. He was pretending to be reading a book on Automata Theory, when in actuality he has been waiting impatiently for Patty to leave the building. From the corner of his eye, he would stare at the exit, hoping she would come out alone.

He noticed she walked out of the building exactly 4:03 PM. If nothing else, she was very predictable. He waited until she passed him by so he may partake of her lilac scented perfume. He noticed that she didn’t see him, he cried out to her. “Hey, Patty!”

She stopped. While still looking ahead, she replied, “Hi Tony. How are you today?” She asked in her sarcastic monotone.

“I am fine, my angel.” Tony said cheerfully. “I am here to walk you to your car. You know, there are a lot of creeps around here.”

“You know, you don’t have to walk me to my car.” Angel replied, rolling her eyes. “Besides, I am going to the Pub for dinner tonight.”

Tony smiled. “That’s good. I’ll walk you there.”

Angel turned around and stared at him. “Tony, why do you always insist on following me? Don’t you have something better to do?”

Tony looked at her, trying to suppress his hurt feelings. “Patty, I am not following you. I am walking to my job, which so happens to be in the same direction as your car and the same place where you were going to dine. I maybe a Rosewater scholar, but I need to make a living too.”

Angel shook her head in disgusted. “I forgot about your busboy job. Sorry.”

Tony made an ambiguous gesture. “Don’t worry about it. How about this; Dinner on me.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” Angel said as she hurried towards the Pub.

As they entered, a burly man in a cheap suit walked up to Tony. “Tony, you are late again! One more time and you’re fired!”

Tony hunched down, embarrassed that Angel witnessed another belittling session from his boss. “Sorry, John…err…sir. Classes ended later than usual.”

John pointed towards the back of the restaurant, Tony ran in that direction. He opened his locker and grabbed his apron and ran out to get Angel silverware and water.

It was then when two thugs entered the restaurant. With pistols drawn, they screamed at the restaurant patrons to keep still. Tony was forced to the floor be the larger hoodlum. During this time, they kept calling for a person named ‘Jason Beck’.

During the ordeal, Tony noticed Angel had a peculiar smirk on her face. She then turned red, seemingly kicking something underneath the table. During the two years he knew her, he never seen her smile.

After the criminals left the restaurant, Tony approached Angel to see if she was all right. To his surprise, he found a blond haired banana-suited man sitting beside her. Trying to mask his disappointment, he said, “I am sorry, Patty. I wasn’t aware you were expecting anybody. Let me get you an extra pair of silverware and water.”

“Thanks buddy, you saved me the trouble of asking for her name,” the lemon colored man stated.

“Thank you, Tony. But, we’ll be dining elsewhere,” Angel said, smiling at Beck.

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Tony stared at his tumbler, he was somber. Avoiding eye contact with Dorothy, he said, “That’s why I don’t get along with Angel. She ran off with Jason, knowing how much I really liked her.”

Dorothy looked at him with a seemingly perplexed expression. She took another sip of her drink. “Maybe it was for the best. Angel does not seem to be compatible with you.”

Tony laughed. “That’s an understatement. However, you asked why I and Angel treat each other with contempt, so there you go.” He drained the rest of his drink and asked the waitress for another. “As for your second question, during this time I was working for a renowned robotic engineer. I needed the money and he needed an assistant.”

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Tony walked towards the steps of the Wayneright Mansion. It was early evening and the there was some daylight over the artificial horizon. He pushed the door bell button and waited impatiently.

“Come in, my boy,” a voice of an elderly man said. “You know you can always walk anytime you want.”

“Sir, I don’t enter anybody’s home without alerting them of my presence. That’s one of my father’s rules of proper conduct,” Tony said as he walked in the front door.

“How is he? I haven’t seen him in a while.” Timothy said, leaning on his cane by the staircase. “I hope he’s doing well.”

“He is and he sends his regards,” Tony grinned warmly, staring at the gigantic portrait of the scientist deceased daughter.

“Shall we enter the laboratory?” Timothy gestured towards the hallway that led to it. “I need you to help me correlate the data results from my latest experiments.”

Tony and Dr. Wayneright entered the laboratory. Tony immediate reached for a clipboard and examined the data. “My god, you have figured away to mimic human electro-chemical brain patterns on a microprocessor level. Doc, you are a genius!”

“I thought you would be pleased,” Dr. Wayneright replied, leaning on his cane. “One day, humanity will benefit from our discovery.”

“Hey, it’s your research,” Tony laughed. “I am just your college student assistant.”

“Oh, I see,” Timothy said, he waved his cane at Tony in a humorous manner. “Speaking of the student body, how was your date with Patty?”

“It didn’t happen,” Tony said sadly. “I was about to ask her out when the oversized canary beat me to the punch.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Timothy replied, as he shook his head. “There will be others. Too bad my daughter isn’t alive, I would’ve introduced you to her. Of course, she’d be 48 years old come next week.”

Tony looked at Dorothy Wayneright’s photo on Dr. Wayneright’s desk. She looked very lively with her deep red hair and crystal blue eyes, wearing a simple, yet sensual red dress. He was completely captivated by her smile. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered.

“And smart too,” Dr. Wayneright laughed. “She was a poet, writer, composer, pianist, singer,” he gasped, “an engineer, scientist and a flirt!”

Tony laughed along with the doctor. “I bet she was popular with the gentlemen.”

“Definitely, but she paid them no heed. No, she was in love with one man, a Major if memory serves.”

Tony noticed the doctor started to make some all too familiar sounds. Timothy grasped his cane as tears fell from his eyes. Tony rushed to the elderly scientist. “I am sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have brought up the subject.”

“Never mind, my boy. We have labor to produce,” Dr. Wayneright said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “As for the picture, take it. Please, you’ll be doing me a favor.”

Tony shook his head for a moment, but was finally persuaded into accepting the picture. “Thank you, Doc. I will cherish it, always.”

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“Imagine my surprise when I found his children 8 years after. It was unnerving to say the least,” Tony said, after he drained his drink.

“I was not aware you knew my father,” Dorothy replied, with a surprised expression on her face.

“Knew him? He was my mentor and friend,” Tony said, staring at the ice cubes melt inside his glass.

“Why did you not tell me that you helped with my, Dori’s and R/D’s creation?” Dorothy asked hastily.

“I wasn’t there for that. I became a criminal after college,” Tony replied, the tears from his face. “I couldn’t bear to tell him that I became a loser, just to get Angel’s attention. I mean, why else would I work for Schwarzwald, the Union, Rosewater and Beck. I am such a tool.”

A waitress gave Tony another refill. He drank it quickly. Tony started. “You see every time I see you or your sister, I think of the Dorothy Wayneright.”

Dorothy stood perfectly still. She stared at Tony’s face. After a moment of hearing him try to explain his actions, she asked. “Tony, how can you love a photo?”

“It’s hard for me to explain,” Tony stared at her with bloodshot eyes. “It’s not the photo I loved, it was her. I am attracted to beautiful and intelligent women. What your father told me about you, I mean, your human counterpart was everything I every wanted. Angel and Dorothy are beautiful, intelligent and unattainable.”

Dorothy stared at the mess that was Tony. She pushed her drink towards him. “I think you need this more than I do.”

“Thank you,” Tony laughed. He then rubbed his eyes. “When Jason found Dori, I was heart broken. A self-proclaimed genius buffoon, who took my college sweetheart, now takes the remaining member of the Wayneright family. I just have a hard time adapting to failure. First Angel, second you, third Dori. What else can go wrong?”

“I do not see you as a failure,” Dorothy said, no longer staring at him. “You are like Angel, a victim of circumstance.”

“Right…” He took a sip of his drink. “As for your third question…”

“No need, Tony. You have answered all my questions,” Dorothy said, displaying a hint of a smile. She stood up and was preparing to leave.

Tony stopped her. “Dorothy, I have one question for you.”

Dorothy turned to face him and nodded.

“If Roger wasn’t in the picture, do you think we…” Tony asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Tony, I am not sure. If Dori can fall for Beck, I believe it is a possibility,” Dorothy said, somewhat sarcastically.

“Gee thanks…” Tony replied with a smirk. He opened his cue stick caring case and opened a secret compartment. He handed her a thin manila envelope. “Dorothy, it is only proper that you take this. I would give it to Dori, but she is a little…”

“Tony, is this…” Dorothy asked, seemingly anxious with anticipation.

Tony interrupted. “Good night, Dorothy. I hope to see you and Roger more often.”

Dorothy had a gleam in her eye. She nodded and proceeded towards the door.

Tony just stared at her as she exited. He then turned around to find two new guys playing on his usual table. Angry, he shouted and gestured, “Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah… If you wanna play, you gotta pay!”

Well this sure is an interesting side story to ACT's season 3. Amazing what events transpire to bring in these secondary characters to the fold.

very nice tony!

Another great story, Tony! It's another great addition to ACT's Season 3 universe.

imagine the scene of act 21 where roger and alen are fighting.
okay u have that scene in ur head? good! now i'm gonna add this little thing to it.

alen and roger stood there huffing and puffing. alen got his drill ready, ready to strike roger. roger clenchted his teeth. one hit with that drill of hell and i'm gone he thought.
on the other hand though, dastun was having a tough time makin up his mind. he had his pistol ready to shoot this guy who roger called alen gabriel. he stood there perplex and wonder who was gonna make he first move.
"DIE!" cried alen and he charged with the drill goin. roger hesitated and then out of nowhere he struck alen with a mallet. "WHAT THE HELL U DID THAT FOR ROGER?! WHERE IN GOD'S NAME DID U GET THAT MALLET?! IF U HAVE FORGOTTEN ALREADY, THIS IS ACTING NOT REALITY!"
"ohh uhh sorry alen, but i had no weapon."
"CUT!" cries angel from the back of the set.
and the rest is history.

Thanks All! I guess riding on the coattails of the great PCF writers (Zola, A.C.T and L.T.) has really paid off.

I have plenty more, but I doubt I will post them. At least, without the approval of my writing buddies (Zola and Pygmalion).

R and D, this was really funny. Cool stuff.

A bit belated, but that fic is great, Xel.

here's another scene I made!

ashleigh: hey!

dorothy: what's that?

ashleigh: a giant catapult!

dorothy: what does it do?

ashleigh: it sends things flying.

dorothy: oh..

roger: hey gir- what the heck is that?

dorothy: it's a catapult!

roger: what are you gonna do with it?

ashleigh: send vera flying!

roger: how?

ashleigh: watch.

**vera appears on stage**

vera: it's time to burn this burn this city to the ground!

roger: now?

ashleigh: not yet...

vera: now i'm gonna kill this worthless city with the push of a button!

** vera engages bomb**

roger: now?

ashleigh: NOW!

**roger swings the axe--catapult sends vera flying far,far away**

vera:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

asheigh: now the day is saved!

**meanwhile...where vera is...**

vera: ohhhh...where the heck am I?

woman: your in france madam! welcome!

vera: ......

Well, I've had this one for a while. I wrote it about a month ago, when I was inspired from PCT's Viginette. There's actually two more after this one (things I wrote), but I liked this one more because it seemed more interesting because it showed up. Maybe I'll show number two.

Anyway, its a "memory" from the past (before "the event" if there was one) and takes place like two days after the Viginette or something like that.
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"Roger!" Dorothy Waynewright called as she brushed against the rushing crowds.

Roger, his black hair pointing in every direction, walked on, fairing better upstream than Dorothy.

"Roger Smith!" she called again. A large woman's arm nearly knocked over her small frame. She apologized quietly.

Roger swam on, not hearing her pleas. His hands pressed firmly into his dirty brown trench coat. He lost everything in a few moments: his money, his home, and now the girl he depended on.

"Roger Smith!" Dorothy cried. Bags hit her small knees. Her overalls covered her features and her red hat hid the vibrant red hair Roger had called soft. She needed to stop him from anything. She needed to get him back.

Roger pushed on. People oblivious. He looked to the sky, the bright shining sky. Would this be here in a few more weeks? Would this still stand if he were to die defending his country from some "thing", probably created by man? Days had passed since he met Omego or Big O as Norman had called him. Roger moved on, looking for any destination, any place to call home.

"Dominus!" Dorothy shouted, tears brimming her violet eyes. Everything paused. Roger stopped and looked around him. People stood in midwalk, mid run, mid step. Even the pigeons froze, some with wings close to their body while others reached with their fingertips to the heavens. An odd silence wrapped around him.

"Roger Smith, turn around," Dorothy demanded. He turned and saw that Dorothy and him stood, both vibrant, both alive. The people around them, gray figures in a normal New York day.

"Dorothy," he whispered. Her short boyish cut made her look even more boyish while she stood, in her overalls before him.

"I told you to call me Dorie," she whispered, a smile teasing her lips.

"Dorothy is nicer to say," he replied. She looked at his rugged appearance: unshaven, uneven buttoned shirt, undone to reveal his neck, and his favorite coat.

"Whatever," she laughed.

"What do you want? Your father told me I was never to talk to you again," he began to ask her irritably.

"Big Omega needs you," she whispered. The sounds began again. Horns beeped as people fell into the crosswalk. Laughter began and sentences finished where they left off. Order returned as if time had never stopped, but there Dorothy stood, breathing heavily like she had been running.

"He doesn't need me. They discharged me two days ago," Roger whined. "All because of Mike."

"No, Roger," Dorothy called to him. She began to turn around. "He needs you. You are the pilot. They will let you back, trust me."

Dorothy disappeared into the crowd. Walls of people closed her away. Roger began to run, passing people. A large woman's arm knocked his side and he quickly called apologized as he ran, trying to find Dorothy.

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I coulda sworn I posted more in this thread. Oh well. Here's my scene.

Later,
Pen1300

pen1300, I like where this is going. You (or PCT) really should perpetuate this story. I see massive potential.

At any rate, I like your writing style, pen1300. Kudos.

Hi All, here is my last unedited spam-fics. It is based on ACT's (yes, I should pay him royalties) Heaven's Day episode. Pygmalion asked me to write a scene with a "happy ending". I hate "happy endings", so I presented this as a compromise.

I appreciate any questions, concerns, comments and scorn. If you like to add, subtract or trash it, I am cool with that.

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Standing by the steps to the Smith Mansion, Tony was hesitant to enter. He loathed Heavens Day, especially the parties that celebrate them. He’d prefer to play pool at the Speakeasy, but it was closed for the night. However, since this was a chance for Tony to speak to Norman and meet R. Emily, he was willing to face his fears of talking to Dorothy. He noticed another group entering, so he decided to walk in with them.

Upon entering the main room, Tony realized that he didn’t recognize a soul. He wasn’t sure that he had entered the right place, so he made for the door.

“Tony, is that you?” Dori shouted from across the room. “Where have you been?”

Tony smiled and waved at her, unable to speak through the noisy crowd. He walked towards her, but lost his way amongst the other guests. He bumped into Norman, who was serving some refreshments to some other guests. Embarrassed, he apologized, “Pardon me, Mr. Burg. I am so clumsy.”

“It is quite alright, Mr. Perez,” Norman smiled, apparently not minding his beverage showered coat. “I need to get our guests some drinks, since I am wearing theirs. I would like to talk to you later. I would like to know a little more about your work with Big B.”

Tony smiled and bowed. “Want me to get that for you? It would be an honor.”

“No, but thank you,” Norman said cordially as he walked away.

Tony resumed his search for Dori, since she promised to introduce him to R. Emily. He was making his way through the bustling crowd, when he came across General Dan Dastun and Angel. Instinctively he saluted. “Good Evening, General.”

Dan smiled and Angel giggled. “You can refer to me as Dan. Besides, only members of the Military Police are required to salute.”

“Yes, sir. I know. I was an ROTC member, during my college days, and I was enlisted as part of Corp of Engineers Reserve,” Tony said, ended his salute. “But, I was cut because of budget constraints…”

“Really?” Angel said, seemingly amazed by his statement.

“Yes, Miss Rosewater. I am not the same geeky boy you remembered from college,” Tony replied sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” Dastun asked, with a gleam in his eyes.

“My name is…” Tony started.

“It’s Tony Perez. I told you about him and Beck,” Angel interrupted with a faint smile.

“Well Mr. Perez, I hope we can talk soon. If you would excuse us,” Dastun said, while gazing into Angels eyes.

Tony saluted again and walked away. He was a bit upset about Angel’s condescending tone, but didn’t want to dwell it. He resumed his search for R. Emily and Dori, but came across Dorothy. She was talking to a pretty blond girl. His heart began to race, for the sight of Dorothy always made him anxious. In an attempt to mask his true feelings, he asked smoothly, “How are you lovely ladies doing tonight?”

“Tony, we are doing well,” Dorothy replied gently. “I would like you to meet my friend, Laura.”

Tony looked at the engagement ring on her left hand and smiled. “It is a pleasure to meet you Laura. It seems that all the lovely ladies of the city are already taken.”

Laura giggled loudly. “It seems like the entire room is filled with smooth talkers. Tell me, is this Roger’s school of Negotiators?”

Tony smirked. “You caught us. Our assignment was to charm all the beautiful women in the room. How am I doing?”

Dorothy bowed and left them alone.

After an hour of delightful conversation, Oliver joined in. All three of them cracked a few jokes and made told antic dotes. It wasn’t long before Laura started yawning and stretching her arms, so she and Oliver decided to leave the party early.

Tony made his way to the balcony. He was completely captivated by its unique view of the city. He leaned on the railing and stared. Just when he was about completely taken by the awesome view of the city’s skyline, he was startled by a feminine voice. “Tony, is that you?”

Tony practically jumped out of his skin. He looked around and found a cocktail waitress holding a tray of drinks. “Hello. I am sorry. I am usually great with faces, but…”

“It’s me, Michelle. You know, from the Speakeasy,” she stated with a smile and a hand to her hip. “Remember?”

“Oh yeah, I am sorry. It’s just that I am not used to seeing you in that get up.”

“God, I know,” Michelle said, rolled her eyes. “I needed the extra money, and Norman is a friend of mine. But, the million dollar question is, why are you here? Becoming ritzy on us, are you?”

Tony gave a hearty laugh. “And become like those stiffs, never! Actually, I was invited by Dorothy, Roger’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s what I wanted to tell you, she and her twin have been looking for you. Something about a photo op,” Michelle said hastily. “Besides, I need to serve these drinks. Talk to you later, hun.” Walking away rapidly, she disappeared into the mansion.

A few moments later, Tony entered into the main room. He forgot how incredibly warm it was. He started to sweat a little, before his body was able to adjust. He stopped by the glass doors to the balcony and looked around for Dori and Dorothy. He was suddenly startled by Jason Beck, his boss.

“Damn it, Tony. Where have you been? Dori has been looking for you and I have a bone to pick with you about the Chromebuster failure earlier today,” Jason said, short of yelling at him.

“Sorry Mr. Beck, sir. I wasn’t able to give you the security access codes for that feature. I didn’t want it falling into the wrong hands. As for Dori…” Tony stuttered.

“Never mind, we’ll discuss this later. But now, we need have a photo op with Crow Boy,” Jason said, trying to conceal his smile.

Jason and Tony walked to the bar area, where Roger and his immediate guests where. After a few photos, Dori asked for a special photo. “Jason and Roger, stand together. Tony, stand by Jason and Norman can you stand by Roger. Dorothy, stand in front of Roger and I’ll stand by Jason. Can somebody take this picture?”

Angel took the photo and before they disbanded, she asked, “Hey, let’s take this picture again, but this time let’s have Jason and Roger shake hands.”

Roger and Jason stared at each other uncomfortably for a moment, then obliged. Angel laughed and said, “Roger, I don’t see a smile on your face. Show me that Negotiator smirk.” She took the snapshot, Roger and Beck rapidly walked away from each other.

Tony was glad that the photo session was over. He didn’t like photos very much. He saw Dori standing by her sister, so he decided to approach them. “Happy Heavens Day, my fair ladies. How are you on this great night?”

Dori giggled while her sister gave a hint of a smile. “We are doing well.”

“Hey, where is R. Emily? I have been looking all over for her,” Tony asked while looking around.

“She had to leave early. But, she will contact you if she finds a nice android girl for you,” Dori said cheerfully. Tony blushed a dark red. She looked at Dorothy. “Dorothy, I told you he blushes every time you mention girls.”

Dorothy gave a noticeable smirk. “Tony, what you need is to date more often.”

“Dorothy, ask your sister about her matchmaking activities lately. I am still a nervous wreck,” Tony responded, shaking his head. “If you would excuse me, I need to mingle a bit. I will find an available woman here, if it is the last thing I do.” Tony walked away, trying to be as composed as possible. Being in close proximity with them always made him extremely nervous.

It was at the end of the night, and Tony and Norman were cleaning up. Norman was scrubbing off a wine stain from a rug, while Tony was washing the dishes.

“Mr. Perez, you don’t have to help. I have it all under control,” Norman said politely.

“Call me Tony. As for helping you, it’s the least I can do. Besides, I have a nasty feeling that Beck will be expecting me to be his butler, since I am already one of his engineers and he has an insatiable appetite for mimicking Roger.”

“You seem to be taking it well,” Norman smiled. “Mr. Beck is not a bad person, he is misunderstood.”

“Well, Mr. Beck is not the problem. It’s Dorothy. I mean Dori. I don’t know what I mean.” Tony stuttered as his eyes were shifting around.

“Mr. Perez, I mean Tony. You have a lot to learn about reality. Let me tell you about the first time I…” Norman started.

A feminine voice startled the gentlemen. “Do you need anything else, Norman?” It was Michelle, still wearing the maid uniform.

“No, Miss Michelle,” Norman replied, as he turned his head to look at Tony. “I am busy here, can you drive her home?”

Tony nodded with a smile. He then walked up to her and held out his arm. “Shall we, Miss Michelle.”

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Tvperez writes: A feminine voice startled the gentlemen. “Do you need anything else, Norman?” It was Michelle, still wearing the maid uniform. “No, Miss Michelle,” Norman replied, as he turned his head to look at Tony. “I am busy here, can you drive her home?” Tony nodded with a smile. He then walked up to her and held out his arm. “Shall we, Miss Michelle.”

He shoots! He scores! And the crowd goes wild!!

See, I knew you could write a happy ending. Let's see a sequel, please.

Pygmalion

Very interesting indeed. I loved the photo op thing, Roger and Beck must have had thier respective digestive juices churning out of control at how friendly they had to look toward each other.
And don't worry about paying royalities, just place "based upon the 3rd season of Big O by ACT" and everything will be fine.

well done, An excelent way to at least temporarily wrap up Tony's woes, Tony.


... you know, fan fic leads to some awkward phrasings sometimes.

This scene is dedicated to henchmen and minions everywhere, who do their best to provide quality opposition to the heroes, and whose efforts usually are underappreciated by the major villain who gets all the glory.

It was yet a another dreary night at Paradigm Prision, as storm clouds raged overhead, spattering the correctional facility with cold wet drops and sporadically illuminating the scene with lightning flashes. A cold wind gusted from the north, chilling the inmates on that side of the prision through their barred cell windows.

In one of those cells two distinctive looking inmates lay huddled in their bunks, chatting in the darkness as bedded down for the night. On the top bunk was a tall, thin figure whose face had a clown-white complexion. On the bunk below was a short, rotound man who even in the dark of night continued to sport the round-lensed sunglasses that were his trademark.

"Man, this bites!" Dove exclaimed, wrapping his blanket tighter around him. "Why couldn't we get our old cell on the west side? We'd be a lot warmer there."

"Maybe they're afraid we'd break out of it again, like last time," offered T-Bone in explanation.

"As if!" retorted Dove. "They know we couldn't pull something like that off without the boss. He's the one with all the plans."

"Yeah, I guess your right. Man, I miss the boss. I wish he'd hurry up and get us out of here soon."

"I'm beginning to think he's not coming for us, T-Bone," replied the mime-faced henchman with a forlorn tone in his voice.

"Aw, don't say that Dove. The boss wouldn't just leave us here. He's just taking his time to come up with a plan to get us out, that's all."

"I just don't think he is. It's been months since he's been out and we haven't heard anything from him. No visits. No letters. Nothing at all. It's like he's totally forgotten about us."

"But he can't just do that! We're his loyal henchmen! We broke him out of here when he was caught! We stuck by him through thick or thin, when everyone else didn't! We...we were family!"

Dove sighed with depressed resignation.

"Well, I guess we're not family anymore. He's got a new life now. He's gone legit, hobnobbing with all the respectable types. Fancy new digs. A Big. Even an android girlfriend, the hypocrite."

"He's hooked up with Crowboy's girl?"

"Nah, her sister."

"I didn't know she had a sister. Go figure."

"Anyway, there's no room for us anymore. So we're just left here high and dry."

Dove sighed again, in acception of the inevitable, and closed his eyes to go to sleep..

"Well that's not right!" exclaimed T-Bone with sudden rage. "He can't just use us like that and then throw us away! We were his loyal minions! He owes us!"

As T-Bone ranted Dove found his conviction and vehemence was so strong that he was caught up in it, lifted out of his depression to a new, steely determination and a renewed sense of purpose.

"You're right, T-Bone! We can't just let him get away with this! We'll show him that he can't just scrape us off like dirt on his shoes!"

"Yeah!" agreed T-Bone.

"We've got his megadeus schematics! We got contacts! We don't need him! No longer will we be Dove and T-Bone, lowly minions of Beck Gold! Now we're Dove Silver!"

"And T-Bone Platinum!"

"THE TERRIBLE TWO!"! they shouted in unison.

"Our former employer shall be the first to feel our wrath!" continued Dove. "We shall build a giant megadeus and smash all his hopes and dreams!"

Dove broke into triumphant laughter, as he gleefully contemplated their future vengence.

"Uh, Dove," said T-Bone in a thoughful voice, interrupting his cellmate in mid-laugh. "Don't we have to get out of here first before we can do all that?"

"Eh, we're Masters of Villainy now. I'm sure we'll think of an escape plan in the morning."

And with that, The Terrible Two went to sleep, taking confidence and hope with them into their dreams.

LOL! That's good. Poor Dove and T-Bone, I have a feeling they won't be getting out anytime soon. Better yet, they'll fall into the arms of the police when they DO escape.

LOL

Later,
Pen1300