[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Lady Tesser, you have amazed us once again. I WANT TO SEE A MR. and MRS. SMITH FIC! These little blurbs are great. And to the money problem we had earlier, guess that solved that one. Yet, she is a computer of sorts, she could easily hack into his account.

Prince-Consort Tesser~ now we know how Norman gets his parts, LOL.

These scenes are great.

Thank you, pen. Thank you, Chibi Dorothy. 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' is being worked on as we speak. Proof that married people have adventures, too.

If you want to see movies with that theme, rent any of the 'Thin Man' movies with William Powell and Myrna Loy (although I advise to stay away from the last two - 'The Thin Man Goes Home' and 'Song of the Thin Man', they reek) and I highly reccommend 'Undercover Blues' starring Kathleen Turner and Dennis Quaid (that movie is so hilarious - Morty is like Beck to Jeff and Jane's Roger and Dorothy).

Hubby and I come up with these ideas at night after bedtime. ^_^; It's the only way to relax - just start coming up with twisted situations to put characters in, then hold each other and laugh while we tell them.

The neighbors must think we're insane.

Oh, wait, we are. (Well, how else would you describe a 35-year-old man and a 26-year-old woman who watch anime, write fanfiction and original novels, and blare 80's pop songs on their stereo? Not Ozzie and Harriet!)

Yup, you're insane. Welcome to the club! Personally I think that most of us here suffer from one level of insanity or another. You should see me when I get nuts, not exactly a pretty sight...lots of pointless phrases, odd actions, and annoying melodies. Everyone at school thinks I'm gonna come there some day with an AK47, but I won't do that...guns aren't my style... swords work much better, besides they suffer longer that way

By the way, I'm trying to think of another Big vs something fic. so can anyone give me some ideas?

how aout a Roger smith vs speed racer.... but if* you wont do it I will...

or like... Paradigm drift(sonic drift((old Sega game gear game)))

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By the way, I'm trying to think of another Big vs something fic. so can anyone give me some ideas?

Hows about ...

BIG O VS THE SMURFS!! (Justice shall be visited upon the little freaks!)

Or, in a more serious vein ...

BIG O VS HORDES OF MUTANT BANANA SLUGS ON POGO STICKS!!

(I've got a pic somewhere of the slugs, just have to dig it out.)

And, lest we overlook it, the fight of the century [drum roll] ...

BIG O VS BAMBI!!

(Hey, it's not weird. Somebody did a Bambi vs Godzilla movie once. Excellent stuff.)

Hope this helps

How about The Military police vs Orcs(from lord of the rings)?

Big O vs the sexual content of america...

Big o vs Big Bush(the president)

Dorothy vs that kid from home alone...

Beck vs Conan o' brian.....(must look into that i must)...ya know... the hair?

The reign of terror had to be stopped.

The robots were only a few, skipping through the streets and crying out 'Skwee! Skwee!', even though they were fifty feet tall. They hardly did any damage.

In fact, they made sure not to step on anybody or anything. Just skipped through, sang out ''Skwee!' and looked cute.

A fifty foot robot looking cute. Well, once you saw them, you would understand. After all, they were like little mice, bright yellow and pink and smiling big and making cute faces at everyone with big eyes.

However, over the course of a few days, their numbers grew from two to a hundred, their skips rattling windows and the 'Skwee!' becoming a roar, scaring small children and waking adults out of sound sleep.

Traffic was now impossible as scores of 'Skwee-ers' (as the military police were calling them) filled the streets. Accidents were now caused in their wake, and there seemed to be no end of their multiplying.

Roger Smith stopped the Griffon in the middle of the street, five Skwee-ers coming down toward him.

"I'm really getting sick of them," he commented through clenched teeth.

His wife Dorothy nodded slowly. "Are you going to dso anything about it, darling?"

Roger gripped the steering wheel as the five Skwee-ers skipped over the Griffon, making the car jump with every step - which was in unison. "I'm going to have to. Although I prefer to be paid for getting rid of them."

Dorothy thought about it, then leaned across the seat, making sure the hem of her skirt crawled up her thighs as she did so. Her lips touched his ear as she whispered a form of payment.

Roger's eyes got REALLY big and he stuttered slightly as the sweatbeads popped out on his forehead. "Really?? You mean the one with the strappy things across your - and the whipped cream - "

She nodded. "With a cherry."

Roger lept out of the car, thrusting his fist in the air. "I'M TAKING THOSE SKWEE-ERS DOWN!" He pulled his wrist down and yelled into his comm watch, "BIG O - SHOWTIME!!!"

Moments later, the Skwee-ers gathered around the BIG robot that appeared from a hole in the ground, their faces turned up toward the head of the black Megadeus.

Roger cracked his knuckles, chuckling. "I never like cute toys as a kid."

The Skwee-ers all grinned at once, sparkles and flowers appeared around them, and they all cried out in joy, "SKWEE!"

Roger's face twitched as he was subjected to the kawaii attack, sweatdrops pouring down his face. "Must ... resist ... " he groaned.

He pulled back on Big O's arm, ready to pound the Skwee-ers into the ground.

"Skwee-skwee-skwee-skwee!" they sang as they began to dance cutely around the knees of Big O.

"AAAGGH!" Roger screamed. "THEY'RE TOO CUTE! I CAN'T KILL THEM!" He switched on the communicator. "Dora-girl! I'm helpless to their attack! I can't do anything!!"

Dorothy rolled her eyes and picked up the radio. "Roger-dear, they scratched the Griffon's paint job."

"WHAT?!?!" he screamed. "DIE YOU - "

CRASH-BURN-POUND-SQUISH-SNAP-CRUNCH-MAIM-HURT ... BLAAAAAAAST!!!!

Pretty soon, all that surrounded Big O was molten metal, not a Skwee in sight.

Roger panted to regain his breath, his hands still on the controls of the Megadeus.

From the monitor, Dorothy's face appeared, and she added, "They're all gone, Roger. And they did not touch the Griffon."

"Huh?" he asked intelligently.

"The Griffon was never scratched. I told you that because it was the only way you would destroy the Skwee-ers."

Roger's mouth dropped open, then he blurted, "Don't give me a heart attack, Dorothy Smith!"

She smiled cutely at him and blew a kiss. "See you down here in a minute. I'll give you your negotiation fee when we get home."

Roger laughed. "Mrs. Smith, you play dirty."

Roger was appalled.

There she was, his darling new wife, caught with the evidence.

"This isn't what it looks like, Roger-dear," Dorothy commented quite calmly.

"I'm wondering how it could be interpreted any other way," Roger breathed. "I think you need help."

"Don't be silly. I don't have a problem. I control it, it doesn't control me - "

"DOROTHY SMITH!"

"All right," she responded meekly.

* * *

Dorothy did not understand what her problem was, but Roger thought it was serious enough to send her to a meeting to break her addiction.

So, after introductions and a few readings, the leader of the meeting asked, "Is anyone new tonight?"

Dorothy raised her hand.

"Well, come up here, young lady, and introduce yourself."

Dorothy got up and went to the podium, facing the room of humans who shared her affliction. "My name is Dorothy ... and I'm a chocolate addict."

"Hi, Dorothy," several voices answered back.

"I started out simple - a cup of cocoa before bed. Then it became two cups of cocoa. " She hung her head. "By the time I married my husband - who didn't know of my addiction - I was guzzling gallon jugs of chocolate syrup in the middle of the night and hiding chocolate cordials under my bed in a 35 gallon drum. My husband caught me this morning as I was melting down chocolate to make a fifty-pound chocolate bar."

Everyone looked at each other. After a moment, they all fell to their knees and began bowing.

"WE'RE NOT WORTHY! WE'RE NOT WORTHY! THOU ARE THE CHOCOHOLIC GODDESS!!!"

Dorothy blinked, wondering if she should feel guilty for bringing down a Chocoholics' Anonymous meeting in flames.

hahah those were really good ones too Lady Tesser..

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Originally posted by Schwarzwald HAHA... Also refer to last post EDIT: POST 1000!! I AM THE ULTIMATE WARROIR OF THE ACROSS!!!

ALL HAIL ILPALAZZO-SAMA!!!!

I have one but Dorothy is probably way OOC. Here goes

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Dorothy: Roger I have been meaning to ask you a question.

Roger: Go ahead Dorothy.

Dorothy: I do not believe you will be able to answer it.

Roger: It doesn't have anything to with love does it.

Dorothy: No.

Roger: Then shoot.

Dorothy: Where do babies come from.

Roger: WHAT!? Ahem, well Dorothy when a man and a women fall in love *talks for about 15 mintues then shuws Dorothy out of the room*

Roger: And there you go.

Dorothy: Roger i do not understand. What is the importance of the stork.

Roger: Another time Dorothy, another time.

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What do ya'll think?

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Originally posted by angelcakes Dorothy: Where do babies come from. Roger: WHAT!? Ahem, well Dorothy when a man and a women fall in love *talks for about 15 mintues then shuws Dorothy out of the room* Roger: And there you go. Dorothy: Roger i do not understand. What is the importance of the stork. Roger: Another time Dorothy, another time. -------------------------------------------- What do ya'll think?

I have a pic for that one!!!

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LOL Shaoblane that was so funny. It goes with the scene so perfectly it's scary, except for the fact Dorothy's supposed to be asking Roger and not Angel or whoever the heck that is. Great job anyway.

Roger and Dorothy are sitting at the dinner table, enjoying a lovely meal. Roger idly amuses himself by flicking peas at Dorothy's head with a spoon and acting innocent when she looks his way.

A crash comes from the front hall.

DOROTHY: "Oh, look. It's a giant tomato.

ROGER: That's interesting. I didn't know they grew so big.

TOMATO: BLEARGH!! GROWL!! DROOL!!

DOROTHY: I wonder what it wants.

ROGER: It's heading for the kitchen.

From the kitchen comes a scream of terror.

DOROTHY: I think it's eating Norman.

ROGER (shaking head): Poor Norman.

TOMATO: MUNCH!! MUNCH!! MUNCH!!

DOROTHY: It ate him all up.

ROGER: Tch-tch. Now who's going to clean up the dishes?

DOROTHY: Don't look at me. I helped cook.

ROGER: But I'm the head of the house!

DOROTHY: And what does that have to do with your dish-cleaning abilities?

TOMATO: BURRRRP!

(A triubute to 'Attack of the Killer Tomatoes' and sequels.)

Big O- "Roger, you louse, you don't deserve Dorothy...I want her"

Roger- "WHay?!! What exactly are you implying Big O?"

Big O- "Should I have Norman explain it to you..She loves you and you love her but you are too dumb to see it. That is why she should be mine you louse."

(Roger smiles)

Big Fau and Big Duo show up as well.
Big Fau and Bid Duo- "I love you Dorthy..She should be mine"
(Big O goes off to kick butt.)

Roger- "I'll be damned..Dorothy loves me...Oh, Dorothy, come here. I have a slightly different outfit for you to wear.."

Dorothy- "This doesn't cover much, are you running out of money, Roger?"

Roger (smirks) "Don't tell Norman about this"
(He kisses her)
Dorothy- "Roger, you louse, you are ashamed of kissing me."
Roger- " I don't care about that! Don't tell Norman about your new maid's outfit."
Dorothy-"Why, will he want one too?"

*Yes I know..I'm soo wrong for that

Still funny, especially all the Bigs declaring their love for Dorothy. ^_^ Welcome to the thread, Shady.

The: "Is Roger a partying type of guy or what?" thread has inspired me to write a birthday party for Roger. He'll invite Dastun, Instro, Big Ear, Angel, and Dorothy. Instro will bring his special 'homemade android brew.' Everyone get will wasted and there will be a ton of hilarious moments. Even Schwarzwald will turn up to try to ruin in it all! Who's up to seeing me write this?

I triple Dog dare you!!!!!

Does a chicken have a pecker, of course I'm interested!

Uh, wait, nix the Elvira quote! ^_~

Yes, especially since I suggested the android home brew. Having that lot at the party should make for some good blackmail material.

Roger Smith sprawled bonelessly on his bed, eyes closed. He had never felt so relaxed. I can get used to this marriage business, he thought, and opened an eye to look at his wife.

Dorothy lay quite still, her usual solemn expression softened to something like serenity. Her eyes were focused on something much farther than the bedroom ceiling.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Smith,” Roger said, rolling on his side.

It took her a moment to react. “Roger,” she smiled at him. It still took him by surprise, how the slight lift of her eyebrows and curve of her lips could so light up her face.

“I was just thinking,” he boasted, “that marriage is a worthwhile invention.”

“I was just discussing that subject with Big O.”

Roger felt as if he’d been dropped in ice water. “You what?”

“She’s been giving me advice.”

He was floundering. “She? Big O’s not a she. It’s an it.”

Dorothy didn’t seem to notice his change of mood. “We discussed that a long time ago. There was a lack of female advisors in my life. She decided to stand in.”

“But … but… why Big O?”

Dorothy looked miffed, as if he were being deliberately obtuse. “You wouldn’t answer my questions. Norman said he couldn’t.”

“The blind leading the blind,” he choked. He lay back and covered his face with one hand, suddenly scarlet.

“She knows you, Roger,” Dorothy continued as if he’d said nothing. “I didn’t know, when I came here, how much of this" – she gestured at the room and by implication the rest of his house – “was what anyone with enough money would do, and how much was you.”

Roger looked at Dorothy for a long minute. He’d become so accustomed to her acting adult that he’d put out of his mind just how brief and peculiar her “childhood” had been. Awakened a scant week before Beck had kidnapped her, what Dorothy “knew” was a mosaic of her own memories and those of Wayneright’s dead daughter. And Timothy Wayneright lacked either the wit or the skill to give this Dorothy a complete and consistent childhood. Small wonder, then, that Dorothy had pestered him so with her questions. He’d thought she was looking for attention. Instead, she was trying to define herself.

He sighed. “I understand, Dora.” He sat up to face her and tapped her on the chin. “But I have a new rule now. When you and I are in here, no eavesdroppers and no side conversations. You pay attention to me.”

Dorothy’s mouth twitched. “And you pay attention to me.” She captured his hand, brushed a kiss onto the palm, and folded his fingers over it.

“Deal.”

-- We have come to terms --

{I just love reanimating old threads -- Pygmalion}

I've created a monster ...

(And I love it, Pygmalion!)