ATWD-DC-01 Like Hero Like Fan
By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)
January 3rd, 2012
Chapter One
Within the Terryville home of Krypto and Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, the white super dog had a few of his superhero canine friends over for a movie origin night in the den of their home. The reindeer had made sure the canines had food and drink before leaving them alone to watch their films. Lounging quietly on a side couch was the all black version of Krypto, Night the Superdog. Positioned near the curtains of a window looking as grim as his usual human partner was Ace the Bat Hound. Gnawing on a rubber doggy bone was Stretch-O-Mutt. Sitting in the only easy chair in the room was Thunder Mutt the Canine Actor. And half asleep on a rug in front of the couch was the Australian speedster hound, Warpdrive the Husky. They had watched nearly everyone's origins during the last few hours. All except one. Krypto's origin video was just ending as the dog of steel was removing the DVD from the drive.
"Thanks for inviting me over to watch your origin video, Krypto," said the golden Olympian hound who was a former real world human some months ago. "I really enjoy seeing how you got your start as a superhero. However... I notice that Ace seems a bit bored." He was now referring to the grim canine guest who was guarding the window off to the side, the canine partner of the Batman... Ace the Bat Hound.
And when he noticed all of the super canines gazing his way, he quirked an eye at them. "What?" he said in a very nonplussed manner.
Krypto, the white Kryptonian super hound who was the companion of Superman, replied, "Oh nothing. Damian was just mentioning that you looked bored."
"He could entertain us for a change..." started Ace. "...say, by telling us his origin story. I've seen your origin video over a hundred times."
"And I've been forced to watch yours over a thousand times all without yawning even once."
The gold Olympian hound, Damian, shook his head. "Guys! Cool it! If it would make Ace happy for this one gathering, I will get up and tell my origin story." And he then got up and walked up on the stage. "I don't have a flashy video or spooky music to accompany my boring old tale, but since you're requesting it... this is the real origin of Apollo the Wonder Dog and how I founded K9 Justice International." He glanced up at the overhead cameras. "Okay, cue the wavy flashback effect."
The wavy lines and expected nausea coated the room with fairy sparkles as the present faded away and the past, a few months before, came into view.
"Narrators. Ya gotta love 'em. Don't get me wrong; I have a lot of respect for them. My human name was Damian Cedalia and I was from a small farm just outside of Rosemark, northeast of Nashville, Tennessee. Life there was pretty normal, all things considered. It was all pretty normal until the day that fate stepped in and gave me a wake up call. And my life was forever changed after that. ...and that is how I became Apollo the Wonder Dog," finished Damian with a rehearsed serious expression.
Nearly every canine was smirking or giggling since they knew that couldn't be it.
Ace on the other paw closed the distance and was in Damian's face. "Nice try. Now give us the real story this time. Or else... I use the Bat Feather on you."
"Oh all right..." said the gold Olympian hound. "This is the real story." He paused as he faced forward again. "Ace cannot take a joke."
Even Thunder Mutt couldn't help but to chuckle at that one.
"Just get on with it," growled the Bat Hound in annoyance.
"Like I said, life was pretty normal. You get up early, do your chores, go to school, come home, do your homework, have dinner, watch some TV, then go to bed. I could go on and on saying that line over and over again. But I can see Ace preparing the Bat Feather, so I'll just get on to the important day. On that particular day, it was a Saturday. The schedule was normal minus the school and homework part. Except that day would be anything but normal. I was out on the back side of the crop field checking the fences and soil for unwanted pests. It was something that someone had to do and that day it was my turn. It should have been simple and easy... except it wasn't to be that easy."
"Either get on with it or else... tickle, tickle, tickle..."
"See? What did I tell you? Ace has no sense of humor at all. Well, a promise is a promise. I said I would tell my origin story and so, I am now ready to continue my tale. I just hope it doesn't put you guys to sleep."
Night glanced over at the Golden Retriever. "It can't be more boring than Warpdrive's and my own, Damian. Besides, everyone knows about your sense of humor when you aren't working."
The Australian Husky toon made a sly grin. "Oh go on, mate. Life is an ongoing adventure; yer only being asked to tell 'ow yas got to be Apollo. Yas don't 'ave to recite War and Peace, yas know. Or Dune. Just go for it."
End of Chapter One
By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)
January 3rd, 2012
Chapter One
Within the Terryville home of Krypto and Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, the white super dog had a few of his superhero canine friends over for a movie origin night in the den of their home. The reindeer had made sure the canines had food and drink before leaving them alone to watch their films. Lounging quietly on a side couch was the all black version of Krypto, Night the Superdog. Positioned near the curtains of a window looking as grim as his usual human partner was Ace the Bat Hound. Gnawing on a rubber doggy bone was Stretch-O-Mutt. Sitting in the only easy chair in the room was Thunder Mutt the Canine Actor. And half asleep on a rug in front of the couch was the Australian speedster hound, Warpdrive the Husky. They had watched nearly everyone's origins during the last few hours. All except one. Krypto's origin video was just ending as the dog of steel was removing the DVD from the drive.
"Thanks for inviting me over to watch your origin video, Krypto," said the golden Olympian hound who was a former real world human some months ago. "I really enjoy seeing how you got your start as a superhero. However... I notice that Ace seems a bit bored." He was now referring to the grim canine guest who was guarding the window off to the side, the canine partner of the Batman... Ace the Bat Hound.
And when he noticed all of the super canines gazing his way, he quirked an eye at them. "What?" he said in a very nonplussed manner.
Krypto, the white Kryptonian super hound who was the companion of Superman, replied, "Oh nothing. Damian was just mentioning that you looked bored."
"He could entertain us for a change..." started Ace. "...say, by telling us his origin story. I've seen your origin video over a hundred times."
"And I've been forced to watch yours over a thousand times all without yawning even once."
The gold Olympian hound, Damian, shook his head. "Guys! Cool it! If it would make Ace happy for this one gathering, I will get up and tell my origin story." And he then got up and walked up on the stage. "I don't have a flashy video or spooky music to accompany my boring old tale, but since you're requesting it... this is the real origin of Apollo the Wonder Dog and how I founded K9 Justice International." He glanced up at the overhead cameras. "Okay, cue the wavy flashback effect."
The wavy lines and expected nausea coated the room with fairy sparkles as the present faded away and the past, a few months before, came into view.
"Narrators. Ya gotta love 'em. Don't get me wrong; I have a lot of respect for them. My human name was Damian Cedalia and I was from a small farm just outside of Rosemark, northeast of Nashville, Tennessee. Life there was pretty normal, all things considered. It was all pretty normal until the day that fate stepped in and gave me a wake up call. And my life was forever changed after that. ...and that is how I became Apollo the Wonder Dog," finished Damian with a rehearsed serious expression.
Nearly every canine was smirking or giggling since they knew that couldn't be it.
Ace on the other paw closed the distance and was in Damian's face. "Nice try. Now give us the real story this time. Or else... I use the Bat Feather on you."
"Oh all right..." said the gold Olympian hound. "This is the real story." He paused as he faced forward again. "Ace cannot take a joke."
Even Thunder Mutt couldn't help but to chuckle at that one.
"Just get on with it," growled the Bat Hound in annoyance.
"Like I said, life was pretty normal. You get up early, do your chores, go to school, come home, do your homework, have dinner, watch some TV, then go to bed. I could go on and on saying that line over and over again. But I can see Ace preparing the Bat Feather, so I'll just get on to the important day. On that particular day, it was a Saturday. The schedule was normal minus the school and homework part. Except that day would be anything but normal. I was out on the back side of the crop field checking the fences and soil for unwanted pests. It was something that someone had to do and that day it was my turn. It should have been simple and easy... except it wasn't to be that easy."
"Either get on with it or else... tickle, tickle, tickle..."
"See? What did I tell you? Ace has no sense of humor at all. Well, a promise is a promise. I said I would tell my origin story and so, I am now ready to continue my tale. I just hope it doesn't put you guys to sleep."
Night glanced over at the Golden Retriever. "It can't be more boring than Warpdrive's and my own, Damian. Besides, everyone knows about your sense of humor when you aren't working."
The Australian Husky toon made a sly grin. "Oh go on, mate. Life is an ongoing adventure; yer only being asked to tell 'ow yas got to be Apollo. Yas don't 'ave to recite War and Peace, yas know. Or Dune. Just go for it."
End of Chapter One
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