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    [Dark Times] Extreme


    DTE-01 Extreme Adventure
    By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)
    November 16th, 2018


    Chapter One

    :Somewhere in Dark Times; Toonmasters Dimension:

    "Did you see the report, Shticky?" asked Dark Side as he read over the sports section of the Angeleos Times. Dark Side was a Toonmasters creator appeared to be a real world human male wearing fantastic looking space armor and wielding a scepter like weapon that looked like a giant sized ink pen that was glowing with an eerie light. He had shoulder length black hair with a silver streak across the top, pale yellow eyes, and dark red skin. He had black cloven hooves and large Draconic leathery wings jutting out of his back.

    Shticky Fox was a cartoon fox whose appearance was unmistakable among all the creators. Shticky was a wacky looking cartoon red and white fox with a tool belt full of toon props. He was always sporting a happy smile. "Another loss for the home team. I am beginning to think that a human could do a better job than the serious toons on our competitive teams."

    Dark Side remarked, "If you truly feel that way, old chum, then why don't you go scouting for a young athlete on Earth to come here to score us some important wins. Preferably a cute boy. If you have trouble finding a boy, just remember that they have ding dongs."

    Shticky remarked, "I have half a mind to go do that. Just don't report me as AWOL while I am off fetching this kid."

    Dark Side grinned. "As long as it is a cute boy, I won't say a thing. But if you bring in a skanky girl, I will tattle on you in a heartbeat."

    Shticky also grinned. "And they call us foxes yiffy. Listen to how you are talking. Anyway, I hope to be back soon."

    :Deer Harbor, Washington; Planet Earth:

    "And he scores! Number fourteen; Marshall Fletcher; just kicked the soccer ball for the length of the court into the opponents' goal net. But wait a minute, the referee is calling for a time out to talk to the coaches and a few of the players. Despite the shot being as fantastic as it was, I cannot believe my ears... They are saying that the scoring goal kick is illegal because a foul flag had been dropped just before Marshall made the kick. They are disqualifying the winning kick and Marshall is being sent to the penalty box for continuing play during a foul marker declaration. And now I see Mr. Fletcher walking out on to the playing field; he just grabbed his son and he is escorting him away from the field entirely. Mr. Fletcher is stripping the team uniform off of his son and he is throwing the gear into the Deer Harbor garbage bin. Personally I think the referee made a huge mistake. I was watching from the announcers booth and I didn't see any foul flag being dropped from either team's coach. This wouldn't be the first time that Marshall Fletcher has been called out for a bogus sports ruling. I see the Deer Harbor coach having words with Mr. Fletcher and from the reply, it seems that the Fletcher family has had it with the local sports teams. In this announcers' opinion, without that boy on their team, Deer Harbor just forfeited their championship to the Seattle team. And now for a 60 second commercial break and we will be right back."

    Marshall Fletcher stood at five foot six inches tall with blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin. He wore a cartoon fan club ring from the Toonmasters' Racer Rabbit comic book series which promoted fair sportsmanship regardless of the insurmountable odds in which others had against you. Marshall was just barely fourteen years old. He raided his sports locker and began to get dressed in his casual everyday clothing. He was just finishing tying his shoes when he saw the red and white furred legs standing in front of him. Then he saw the swishing tail just behind the legs. He raised himself up to look at the owner of the sexy legs and tail. "Shticky Fox from Toonmasters? I saw your cameo in the last Racer Rabbit comic book. What are you doing here? My dad is about to remove me from every sports team in Deer Harbor."

    Shticky replied, "Dark Times needs your sporting help in Toonmasters. In fact, if you do this for us, I'll see to it that you get to meet Racer Rabbit in the fur."

    Mr. Fletcher had just entered the locker room when he heard Shticky Fox's offer to his son. "Mr. Fox? Arrange for my family to migrate to Dark Times and you may have my permission to enlist my son's aid in whatever sports emergency you have up against you. My son nearly worships Racer Rabbit. Aside from my wife, our family parrot and Marshall's dog, there are two younger sons and the baby twin daughters. They haven't started talking as yet."

    Shticky then said, "Show me the way to your home, Mr. Fletcher, and I will make the arrangements to have your family migrated to Dark Times. We don't have too many humans in Dark Times but with my recommendation, we can get you people integrated into the setting pretty easily. And unlike the QC Planet fiasco, there are no dangers of getting tooned."

    Once the group arrived at the family home, Marshall showed the cartoon fox creator the entire property including the garage and the basement (which had been made over to look like Racer Rabbit's lair in the comic book.) "So what do you think, Shticky? Why did you want to see the family home?"

    Shticky said, "Does your family own the entire property, lock stock and barrel so to speak?"

    Marshall replied, "Yes; although dad wanted to own the entire hill but he couldn't earn the money to buy all of it. We thought it was dad's imagination when he got passed over for a promotion at his work place. But when I started getting disqualified in all of my sporting outings, it just seemed as if the entire community were against us."

    End of Chapter One

  • #2
    Chapter Two

    Shticky then said, "I am going to move your entire property to Deer Harbor, Washington in Dark Times. Most of the community there are Cervine and Lapine citizens. As you know from Racer Rabbit's comic book, he originates from that area."

    Marshall then said, "Make sure you reconnect the water and plumbing once we get there as well as hooking us up to the electric grid and land line phone services. If mom flushes the toilet and it makes a mess in the house, she might try to skin you for humiliating the family. She has often said a Fox stole would be a nice Christmas present."

    Shticky asked, "What is your father's occupation?" Marshall rubbed on Shticky's fur as he replied, "District Attorney. The mayor controls the pay checks. As I told you earlier, dad got passed over for a promotion and a guy in the city garage got the pay raise instead. And that guy hardly does any work at all. After dad's promotion fell through, every sports team that I was involved in started disqualifying every winning score that I was making, and at this last game, I am sure you heard about the bogus penalty flag. Normally when a penalty flag is dropped, the coach blows his whistle. This time, he didn't blow the whistle until after I made the kick to make the winning score. Even the score booth announcer said that he didn't see anyone drop a penalty flag. Yet my play was disqualified and then when Dad went to pull me out of the game, the coach tried to talk dad out of removing me from the team. But dad was through dealing with the manure that the city was dropping on us. And then you showed up. And am I ever glad you did. Next to Racer Rabbit, I really love you." He gave the fox a kiss on the muzzle. "Um..." he blushed. "...I should have asked for permission to do that. I'm sorry."

    Shticky grinned and he kissed the boy on the mouth in return. "I'm not sorry. I think you are just the right boy I have been looking for to help us. For now, let's make sure no one has any water running or is flushing the toilet. Time to move you guys over to Dark Times."

    Two mobster like goons whom were assigned to watch the Fletcher home were surprised when the entire property lit up like the bat signal as the entire holdings of the property, simply faded away as if it was never there. "What in the F-*BLEEP*-K just happened?" "The boss is never gonna believe this!"

    :Deer Harbor, Washington; Dark Times Planet, Toonmasters Dimension:

    On an identical location just outside of Deer Harbor, Washington in Dark Times, a paved roadway that normally only led to stately Racer Manor saw the appearing property and home materialize on the hill next to the road's curve Surprisingly, there was no suburb in Dark Times in this location like there had been back on Earth. Apparently the entire area was owned by Racer Rabbit. And that meant privacy for the Fletcher family. All utilities and septic plumbing were reestablished to the Fletcher home as the property settled into place. Shticky Fox then said to the family, "All connected and moved. Mr. Fletcher, I will need to introduce you to Deer Harbor's mayor in Dark Times; and while I am handling your father, Racer Rabbit will come by and meet with Marshall and the rest of you. Racer owns this entire area including the hill your home is sitting on. I mentally contacted him to let him know that we creators are permitting you to live at this location. And that he has a club fan living here as well." The cartoon fox and Mr. Fletcher then departed in the family car, heading into the city. Marshall chose to clean his room in preparation for the arrival of Racer Rabbit. He wanted everything in its proper place. Especially his collection of Racer Rabbit comic books. Mrs. Fletcher baked a batch of cookies for the visiting toon hero.

    After an hour, there came a knock on the front door. Mrs. Fletcher went over and opened the door. Standing there were two adult Cervines along with an adult Rabbit in a racing costume and standing next to him was a teen aged rabbit wearing a costume of his own. The costumed rabbit said, "Mrs. Fletcher? I am Racer Rabbit and this is my sidekick, Pitstop. The Reindeer to my left is Coach Bertram Winslow, the high school sports coach in Deer Harbor. And the Reindeer on his left is his brother, Coach Carney Winslow, the grade school sports coach also in Deer Harbor. I personally came by to meet my fan, Marshall Fletcher. Is he in or has he gone off on his hero patrol without me?"

    Mrs. Fletcher said, "I am Cynthia Fletcher, Marshall's mother. He is in his bedroom cleaning things up to impress you, Racer Rabbit. He has the basement decorated to look like your lair from the comic books. The grade school boys in front of the video game console are my youngest sons, Peter and Billy, ages eleven and nine, respectfully. My twin baby daughters are in the crib over next to the wall. Lisa and Albreda are both a year and a half. They haven't started talking yet, but they are a joy to my husband, Gregory, and I."

    "BRAWK! WILD GAME!" Cynthia then said, "And that is the family parrot, Talker. Always opening his big beak at all hours. Speedy is probably sleeping in his doggy bed in Marshall's room. You may go on in, Racer. I baked a batch of cookies for you; but all of the visitors may have some."

    Within Marshall's room, Speedy lifted his head and sniffed toward the door as he barked one time before laying himself back down. The door opened and Racer Rabbit stepped into the bedroom. "Marshall, Shticky told me that you are a true blue fan of mine."

    Marshall came over and hugged Racer fondly before kissing him on his rabbit muzzle. "I am so happy to finally be able to meet you, Racer. I have every one of your comics as well as the Racer Rabbit fan club ring that I ordered from Issue Seven of your series. I photocopied the advertisement so I wouldn't have to cut up the comic book page and then I sent in the dollar along with my mailing address and within two weeks, the fan club ring arrived along with a letter which I still have. In the letter, you said that I was the only one whom had ordered a fan club ring thus far and that I had you so happy, that you wanted a kiss from me for being so nice you you since you lost a race recently. That's why I gave you the kiss when you came into my bedroom, Racer; I remembered from the letter that you wanted a kiss from me." Racer smiled as he hugged and deeply kissed Marshall in return; licking the inside of the boy's mouth and teeth. When he came up for air, he said, "You were the only person who ordered a fan club ring, Marshall. I love you. Thanks."

    End of Chapter Two

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