#black riding hood yakko

[boymagicalgirl]

[themurphyzone]

If I Can’t Love Him Ch 2

AN: Wolf chase scene! Also this Pinky is running for his life while in another universe, Pinky is holding a tea party.

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Ch 2: No Point Anymore

Pinky’s heart pounded out of his chest, the Beast’s roar ringing in his ears. And he did the only thing he could.

He fled.

Papa must be worried. He didn’t know if his son was alive or not. But Pinky would be coming home soon. He’d be at their little cottage by dawn.

And they could put the whole ordeal behind them.

Just him and Papa and Pharfignewton. That was home.  

He tied his mother’s traveling cloak around his neck, nearly tripping over the stairs in his hurry to get to the front door. He almost ran straight into Wakko, who was halfway up the steps. Yakko was just slightly behind his brother, Dot hanging from his brass arm by her handle.

“Where are you going?” Yakko shouted from the stairs. “You never heard my song on Baroque architecture!”

“I wanted to give you a makeover!” Dot added.  

“I haven’t showed you my cobweb collection…” Wakko mumbled.

Any further protests the siblings made were drowned out by the cold wind that blew past Pinky as he squeezed past the ajar front door, which mercifully wasn’t shut all the way. Snow stung his muzzle and eyes, and he lifted the hood of his mother’s cloak, shielding his eyes from the worst of the wintery onslaught.

“I can’t stay,” Pinky whispered. “I’m sorry.”

A pang stabbed at his heart. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot were sweet, energetic kids who’d welcomed him into their home. Chef Flavio had cooked him a feast for a king, and Señora Marita had the loveliest outfits in her wardrobe. He hadn’t gotten the chance to interact with the other servants much, but they all seemed like lovely folks.

But he couldn’t stay. Not when their Master was going to kill him.

It snowed so much in the past few hours. Was Papa okay? Was he lighting a fire right now? Did he make it home safely?

Pharfignewton raced up to him before he put his frozen fingers to his lips and whistled for her. She whinnied upon seeing Pinky’s distress, her hooves frantically clacking against the frozen ground.

“We have to go now, Fig!” Pinky cried, running over to her. His teeth chattered, and he rubbed his hands together in a desperate attempt to keep warm.

His beautiful, trusty horse lowered her head. Pinky latched onto her long muzzle, desperately hugging her white fur.

She started at a brisk trot, allowing Pinky enough time to settle on the base of her neck. Then she poured on the speed until she was galloping faster than she ever had before.

Pinky felt bad for working her so hard when she didn’t have horseshoes to protect her hooves, but Pharfignewton nickered gently and put a stop to that thought.

The wind swirled around them as they fled into the forest, blowing snow into the hood of his cloak. Pinky pressed himself against the gray hairs of Pharfignewton’s mane, but it did little to block out the numbing chill. His fur stood on end, his fingers frozen against the reins.

Pinky spared a glance behind them. Thick fog surrounded the looming castle. The Beast was nowhere in sight.

Unless he came to finish what he started.

Not wanting to find out, Pinky flicked the reins. Pharfignewton was a fast runner, but she could only go so far before she began to tire. And she needed her strength for the entire ride. She plowed through a large pile of snow, scattering flurries everywhere.

Though the trees around them were barren, the gnarled branches blocked out the sky. Pinky gulped, steering Pharfignewton away from a cluster of scary oaks that had screaming faces etched into their bark, their wood-covered hands ready to snatch them up and never let them escape.

The path! Where was the path?

The world was going by too fast. He couldn’t see the path under all the snow. Couldn’t tell if there was a signpost somewhere that would kindly point them in the direction of the village.

He turned Pharfignewton around, hoping to retrace their path. Too late, he realized he could be driving them straight into the claws of the Beast. But hope of finding their way was stronger than his fear.

But there was too much snow. No hoofprints to trace, no landmarks to point them in the right direction. All scary trees and howling wind and dead leaves and a low growl from the darkness…

Suddenly, Pharfignewton reared up in alarm, neighing in panic. Pinky latched onto her mane to avoid getting thrown off.

Then everything was still. Even the wind died down.

The growling became louder.

Pharfignewton’s front legs hit the ground, crunching several fallen twigs under her hooves. Pinky peered at the treeline, unable to see much beyond vague outlines in the darkness.

He lifted the reins, trying to calm himself down enough to spur Pharfignewton away from the Beast. But his breath came out in misty puffs, his heart threatening to leap out from his body.

A gray, ragged wolf stepped out from behind a half-grown elm. There were ribs were visible beneath his pelt, his thin, starving body slinking against the ground as he sized up Pharfignewton. One yellow eye fixed them with a predatory glare, the other was missing entirely. His scarred muzzle was pulled back in a snarl, sharp fangs gleaming.

He was smaller than Pharfignewton, but not as large as some of the wolf pelts Pinky had seen in his village. And from the snatches of conversation he heard from the hunters, wolves in the winter were very, very big and very, very hungry.

They stared each other down.

And Pharfignewton bolted.

The wolf pursued.

Despite his famished appearance, he was keeping pace with Pharfignewton.

Go back to the castle. Go to the village.

Keep running. Find a hiding spot.

Go this way. No, the other way!

“Zort!” Pinky cried. His thoughts were too jumbly, his fingers unable to move the reins. He didn’t know what to do, and Pharfignewton was forced to do most of the legwork.

Pharfignewton swerved to the left sharply, and the wolf crashed into a tree. There wasn’t much room to run on this path, if this was even a path at all.

Pinky cheered, but his joy was short-lived.

The wolf shook himself off and continued the pursuit. Pharfignewton ran straight into a thick snowbank, and though her muscles and legs pumped as hard as they could, she was slowed down enough that the wolf caught up to them quickly.

The wolf snapped at Pharfignewton’s rear legs, and she kicked in his direction. He jumped back, which gave them enough time to break free.

The trees thinned out, the snow not as clumped. No twisted branches threatening to block out the sky.

“We’re almost there!” Pinky shouted. Hope swelled in his chest.

Pharfignewton whinnied in delight, only for the joyous sound to end in a startled cry as the icy ground broke under her hooves, plunging them into freezing water.

The icy river swirled around them, and Pharfignewton struggled to keep herself afloat against the current. Pinky held his breath as cold water surrounded his entire body, his dress and cloak sodden. His head went under, and the chill seeped into his ears. He clung tightly to Pharfignewton’s neck, praying the current wouldn’t sweep his body away.

Then they resurfaced. A cold wind blew, chilling Pinky to the bone. He trembled from head to toe, his voice completely gone.

Pharfignewton soldiered on, but she was tiring fast. They couldn’t keep this up much longer.

The wolf crossed the river and caught up so fast that Pharfignewton didn’t have time to aim a kick in his direction. He howled triumphantly and blocked their path, slinking towards them and ready for the kill.

He sprung.

Pharfignewton whipped around to protect herself. Pinky had no time to prepare for the sudden motion. He was thrown into the mercy of the cold wind, the sky and ground blurring together that Pinky couldn’t tell what was up or down. Then his cloak snagged on something sharp, halting his chaotic tumble.

Disoriented, Pinky looked up. At least, in the direction he thought was up.

His mother’s cloak was caught on a low-hanging branch, a twig protruding from a long tear down the middle of the fabric.

“No!” Pinky screamed, reaching for the tear. If he touched it, would it mend itself?

His numb fingers brushed the hole, which only grew wider with every passing second.

He’d been too careless with one of the few belongings he had left of his mother. The cloak was old and worn, but it was beloved all the same.

Tears pricked the corner of his eyes. If he’d just talked Papa out of going to the fair, gone with him to make sure he took the right route, or never stumbled across the castle and that scary Beast at all, none of this would’ve ever happened!

Although…

The castle wasn’t completely horrible. The servants had put on such a lovely dinner and show to welcome him.

His cloak ripped further. The brittle twig bent further.  

Panicked whinnies and scary growls filled the air. Pharfignewton’s reins were caught around a branch, and she was trying to tug herself free and fend off the wolf at the same time. Her hooves lashed out blindly, and Pinky knew it wasn’t safe to get close to her if she wasn’t careful where her hooves landed. He shouted, trying to let her know that he was okay, but his voice wasn’t working, and not even a narf or poit could escape.

The twig snapped, and Pinky tumbled to the ground. He was cushioned by a layer of snow, so his fall didn’t hurt much. It was very cold though.

Pinky didn’t know if he would ever be warm again.

Pharfignewton kicked out with her front hooves, and a lucky strike caught the wolf on his flank. He stumbled away from her, yelping from pain.

Pinky tried to pull himself up.

Wrong move.

The wolf’s remaining yellow eye fixated on Pinky. Scarred muzzle pulled back, sharp black claws contrasting with the white snow, ragged pelt heaving with desperation…

Pinky had no weapons, no means to defend himself.

Pharfignewton’s reins were still tangled. She neighed for him, begging him to get up and come help so they could escape together.

But if he ran to her, the wolf would get him.  

He was on his own.

There was a snapped twig lying next to him, half-buried in the snow. He held it out as a makeshift club, though the twig wasn’t much bigger than him.

The wolf lunged. Pinky swung his weapon, but the brittle twig broke as soon as it hit the wolf’s leg.

It didn’t leave a scratch.

The wolf’s jaws snapped above his head, and he was once again dangling in the air by his cloak. He was nothing more than a floppy ragdoll, his body flying in every direction as the wolf mercilessly shook him. He tried to pry the cloth away from his neck, but his numb fingers couldn’t get a grip.

He couldn’t breathe—he was going to die—was Papa going to be okay?

The snow had turned black, or maybe his vision was just going dark…

A roar pierced the air.

More wolves? Had the entire pack come to finish him off?

The wolf yelped and lost his balance, dropping Pinky into the snow. A chill seeped into every pore on Pinky’s face, startling him awake. The black spots in his vision were gone.

White fangs gleamed in the corner of his eye, coarse gray fur brushing against his arm.

But they didn’t belong to wolves.

They were the Beast’s.

Pinky’s voice caught in his throat. He couldn’t scream.

The Beast’s fangs were bared, his claws splayed out. Pinky was pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy. Hot breath tickled his face. A large, purple cape billowed around them.

Except the Beast was locked in a staredown with the wolf, who stumbled as he got up. The Beast growled, a thick, long arm thudding down into the snow in front of Pinky. His pink eyes narrowed, focusing entirely on the wolf.

There was a shallow gash in the wolf’s side.

The Beast crouched low. If he planned to kill Pinky himself after dealing with the wolf, then he was just glad he’d die warm.  

And yet…that seemed unlikely to happen.

Then the Beast charged, sinking his fangs into the wolf’s front leg.

The wolf howled, his jaws sinking into the Beast’s cape and thrashing around to throw him off. But the Beast held firm, and only let go when the wolf’s fangs grazed the back of one large ear.

But that didn’t stop the Beast for long. He lunged for the wolf’s side, raking his claws down the ragged pelt. The wolf yelped, and his flailing claws caught the Beast’s right arm, leaving three long clawmarks behind. The wound instantly welled up with blood, and the Beast recklessly swung out with his injured arm, roaring in agony.

The Beast didn’t seem aware of anything besides his injury and the wolf.

Nor was he as massive as Pinky had originally thought.

He was small next to the wolf, but fighting with all the strength of a large predator. And the wolf only came halfway up Pharfignewton’s long legs.

The Beast sprung onto the wolf’s back, clawing at his ears and remaining eye. The lower half of the Beast’s cape was shredded beyond repair, exposing his bare back. The wolf flailed and yelped and snarled, finally bucking the Beast off. He crashed into a tree, taking a moment to catch his breath before standing up on his oddly-shaped feet. His breath came out in misty puffs as he dug his claws into the tree bark to pull himself up.

The wolf ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. He wouldn’t be making a meal out of them tonight.

But even so, Pinky felt sorry for the wolf. He hoped the poor thing would find an easy meal somewhere else.

Slowly, Pinky sat up. Someone nudged him on the back of his head. He turned around, and his nose hit warm fur.

Pharfignewton’s reins had finally come untangled.

“Poit. I’m okay, Pharfignewton,” Pinky whispered, gently taking her face in his hands and planting a kiss on her muzzle. Her blue eyes were downcast, and she whinnied sadly. “It’s okay. You did plenty. I’m sorry I worked you so hard.”

She nuzzled him on the cheek, and Pinky knew all was forgiven.

Then he heard a sharp, ragged breath.

He and Pharfignewton glanced at the Beast. He was having trouble staying upright, blood trickling from the clawmarks on his right arm.

The Beast’s pink eyes met Pinky’s.  

There was no anger. Only remorse and a pain that was far deeper than his current injuries.  

The Beast collapsed on a pile of snow.

Pinky took a step forward, but Pharfignewton pushed him back, nickering anxiously.

“We can’t just leave him, Fig,” Pinky said quietly. “I know what he did, but…he needs help. And he saved us.”

Pharfignewton nuzzled the back of his ear and gently nudged him in the direction of the Beast.

Pinky smiled at her, then approached the fallen mons-well, he didn’t seem like much of a monster now. Though he had fangs, claws, horns, and a temper, he just seemed so…tiny.

True, he was twice Pinky’s height and girth. But as Pinky knelt in the snow beside the Beast, there was no scary monster to be feared. Only someone who needed help.

“It’s just me. Just Pinky,” Pinky whispered gently. “Fig and I’ll get you back to the castle safe and sound, okay?”

The Beast wasn’t fully unconscious, but he wasn’t fully aware either. His limbs twitched restlessly, chest heaving with exertion. He tried to curl into a ball, like he was hiding away from the world, but his injured arm made comfort impossible.

It was the most serious injury on him. He’d gotten lucky.

At least he wasn’t laying on it.

They didn’t have medical supplies. Pinky would just have to improvise. And thanks to the injuries Papa sometimes got while working on his machines, he’d become skilled at improvisation.

So he took off his mother’s cloak. It was worn, wet, and torn down the middle. It was one of his most treasured possessions. Mama had worn it until the day she died, then it was suddenly Pinky’s.

She’d be okay with this. Mama loved helping others, and she believed that’s why the world turned. She wouldn’t mind her cloak being used as a makeshift bandage, even if it could never be mended again.

Carefully, Pinky tore the cloak down its seams until he had two separate halves.

“I’m gonna put this around your arm ‘til we get some proper bandages,” Pinky said. The Beast tensed as Pinky gently took hold of his right arm, using one half of the cloak to sponge away the trickles of blood. He squeezed the Beast’s pinky finger to reassure him. “You’re okay. Just relax. I pinky promise I wanna help. Those promises are forever, you know.”

The Beast didn’t tense up again, but he didn’t move away either. Pinky wrapped the other half of the cloak around the Beast’s arm, winding it around until it was nice and tight.

It wasn’t as good as real bandages, but it would do for now.

His work finished, Pinky hopped up and signaled for Pharfignewton to come over. She faithfully trotted to Pinky’s side, lowering herself so that Pinky could place the Beast on her back. He wasn’t that heavy. It just took a few minutes for Pinky to place the Beast in a comfortable position where his claws wouldn’t accidentally scratch Pharfignewton.

“Pin…ky?” the Beast murmured. His pink eyes were open, but half-lidded from exhaustion.

“Yeah. My name’s Pinky,” he said softly. “Let’s go, Pharfignewton.”

With the snow blowing around them, Pharfignewton began a steady trot back to the castle.

AN: I opted to change the pack of wolves to just a lone wolf, because while Disney’s Beast can take on an entire pack, I have to account for mouse size here. Sorry if the action scene isn’t very good, but the bit where Beast first appears to defend Belle from wolves up until the wolves run off is less than a minute, so I think it’s fine to keep it short.

Pinky is too sweet for his own good, even when he’s on the verge of getting killed.

[bwprowl]

Of course I’m talking about a big new release you’ve already heard about, but I’ve also got looks at a clever new Rider release and upcoming convention exclusives. There are also pre-orders on an anticipated artistic release, plus a couple of cute collectibles. Plus an in-hand look at a new toy that I’ve really been looking forward to. I hope you enjoy these Tuesday Night Toys!

New Stuff: Song of Storms

Look, I love Overwatch, and I love toys, so any new revelations of those two things converging is going to be discussable for me. But I recognize that the sheer popularity of the game means everyone *else* is talking about these things when they’re revealed too, so my weekly basis of bringing them up isn’t exactly on-point. But guess what, I don’t care! Blizzard has a huge rad new statue of my favorite character, D.Va coming out, and damn does it look nice! It’s seemingly in-scale with their previous Tracer, Widowmaker, and Reaper releases, accounting for its massive size and outlandish $450 price tag. I only wish I could justify dropping that much on a single item like this. As-is, I’ll just have to admire it from afar and wait for a figma release or something. And be super-jealous of any of you that do manage to buy it.

Bandai dropped a revelation of a cool, if maybe expected, kind of webshop exclusive. They’ll be selling the civilian, Ride Player version of the Kamen Rider Chronicle Gashat from Ex-Aid. Different from the retail one based on the version (current) Big Bad Kamen Rider Chronos uses, this one mimics the ‘retail’ version of the titular AR game, complete with a box like the one in the show (sans only a rating label, presumably for legal reasons). It’s a really novel idea, and were it the easier sort of thing to get overseas, I’d totally get one.

Also some revelations of exclusives for the upcoming San Diego Comic-Con from Bluefin. Among other things, they’ll be putting out Storm Collectibles’ action figure of ‘Hot’ Ryu from SFV. It looks good as all their figures do, and actually makes a case for getting *another* Ryu figure, given that this one doesn’t look the way he always does.

Another one they’ve got coming that caught my eye is the ‘Trans-Am’ version of the RG Gundam OO Qan[T] kit. You know me and the Qan[T].

Wishlist: Schrödinger’s Joke

Always love seeing what cute collectible crap companies in Japan come up with. For instance, check out these ‘Hacottishfold’ things form Kitan Club. They’re cute little kitties in boxes! I mean, not much to say other than how cute they are and how nice one or two would look in your work area. This set out in October is apparently the second set they’ve produced, and I can see whey they’d be popular. Look, they’ve even got little squish-beans on their feets!

In direct competition with those cats for cuteness is the king of Pokémon himself, Pikachu! There’s this set of mini-figures just out this month entirely based on the mousey mascot and his continued condimental love-affair with ketchup. It’s eight different PVC figurines featuring Pikachu with the overrated red stuff, including yes, that one scene from that one episode where his ketchup bottle got cut open and he cried about it. God damn do they have our number.

And the most clever figma line in yet keeps on rolling as the action figure version of Sharaku’s Otani Oniji III as Yakko Edobei is finally up for pre-order. This line always generates buzz when a new one comes out, and this is no exception. The extra upper body for ‘action poses’ is a treat, as is the fully posable lower body and the painting-style background. This is why toys exist.

On Desk: Gwentertainment

That Figure Complex line’s Marvel figures have always looks good, but I hadn’t seen one I’d really wanted to pull the trigger on until Spider-Gwen’s surprise appearance at Wonder Festival earlier this year. I love Gwen as a concept and a design, and this toy nailed it with its line’s characteristic flair. I immediately threw down a pre-order, and then had to wait.

“--IT’S BIG  AMERICAN CHEESEBURGER TIME!”

Like, I order so many toys these days that I’m generally used to just waiting for them to roll in while I get other new stuff, but this is one I was really looking forward to, I was anticipating and excited to get my hands on it. Thankfully, the figure delivers. I’ve owned plenty of Revoltech-based figures before, but this one is by far the most smoothly playable of them. It’s actually pretty light on those signature Revolver joints; just a few in the arms and legs, and they’re smaller and a good bit smoother than usual. Otherwise, this follows the jointy posable blueprint we’re used to with complex Japanese figures, with a few extra cuts and movement areas crammed in for optimal Spider-posing.

The big revelation is the shoulders. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen truly double-jointed shoulders before, and the freedom of movement they allow (required for Spider-people) is unprecedented here. They take a little pose-finagling to look ‘natural’ each time, but it’s worth it for the results. Sometimes you have to play around with forced perspective and so forth as well, but in the end you can get some incredibly dynamic looks.

‘Dynamic’ is a big key to this toy’s success. It just *looks* action-packed regardless of you move it; it radiates motion. There are some places in the sculpt that look a bit broken by the jointing, like the hips or the hood, but those get smoothed over just in how active the cohesive whole of the figure is. Yes, she looks like a toy sometimes, but she looks like a *fun* toy. The looks are accentuated by the production of the design itself. Both the black and the white have this cool metallic ‘sheen’ over them, they aren’t flat at all.

The raw style of this figure is communicated in her accessories as well, and she’s got quite a few. The webs are a big example of what works, I think. There’s one little shooty web that plugs into either of her web-shooting hands, but then also this big spirally one and a more modest curved one. Those can be held in her hands or plugged into the web-shooters for all sorts of options, and they add a ton of flair to however she’s displayed; it pushes her up to a more ‘diorama’ style of display. She’s also got alternate faces with different expressions in her eyes, including a delightful O_o face, as well as that ‘unmasked’ face. It’s actually a little less ‘anime’ than the promo pics made it out to be, coming across more, dare I say, Gurihiru-ish. It’s a cute bonus, at any rate. There’s also a cell phone, with is a neat inclusion, but it has a nasty habit of not staying in too tightly in the hand that’s supposed to hold it. It’s a delicate balance getting it in, limiting its usefulness.

She also has a stand, of amusingly figma-like style. There’s a sense of concession there, as if Kaiyodo’s just going ‘Yes, Max Factory’s stands work the best, so we just copied that’, but it does indeed get the job done. The real cool extra though, is the magnet base. It’s a little bit that can plug directly into Gwen’s back or to an extended bar, and then you can stick that to any metal surface! It’s a brilliant, downright necessary inclusion for a Spider-based figure, and you can do a lot of wall-crawling/sticking poses. Turns this into the type of figure you could just leave looking cool somewhere forever, if you weren’t careful.

Look, I could write pages about how cool slash fun this toy is, but I think you get the picture at this point. She’s a great toy of a great design, and actively makes me want more of these things. Might definitely look into ones like Venom and Wolverine now. At any rate, just know that Figure Complex Spider-Gwen comes highly recommended and if she’s caught your eye too she’s worth getting.

And I hope you liked everything else you saw today. Enjoy all that ‘til next time, everyone, and have fun!

[ihaileysenpai]

Puppet Shows

Yeah yeah, so sue me, another wild scenario has appeared!

Credit to AU ~ @thebbros

This scenario I guess is relative to me comic dubbing, only in this universe

Yeeeeeeeaaahhhh… ONWARDS!!

**BTW This happened three days before the other scenario**

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Brothers, Bendy and Borris walked out of the small Inn within a small village.

Bendy stretched his arms above his head and let out a yawn. “So, what’s on the agenda today, bro?”

Borris took out a small notebook and read the black inked writing. “Uh, seems that we could try and get a map to the temple from a store keeper?” He suggested.

Two little kids ran past the two and down the street. Bendy and Borris watched the two run towards what seemed like a market festival or some sort.

“I’m guessing by that market, we’ll have a better chance of finding that map.” Bendy stated, looking up at Borris, who nodded in response.

"We could also catch up on our supplies! Maybe they have a sort of pain killer for the illness?” Borris muttered his last sentence, not quiet enough, since Bendy heard his words.

Bendy played it off and led his brother towards the markets.

The two wandered from booth to booth, fruits and vegetables, books, jewelry, to furniture. Borris had a happy expression on his face, as he peered at musical instruments. Bendy had a smile on his face at the sight, he knew that this would became a memory of nostalgia when his time came.

(WAY TO RUIN THE DAMN MOOD BENDY!!)

Suddenly, the sound of a loud voice caught everyone’s attention.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE PUPPET SHOW IS BEGINNING! BRING YOUR CHILDREN TO ENJOY THE EVENT!” A large, rounded man shouted from on top of a crushed wooden box.

Borris looked toward his brother in a begging expression, Bendy rolled his eyes in a playful manner and the two headed toward what seemed to be the centre of the festival. A small crowd of people waiting for the performance to begin, children sat on the ground, closer to the stage for better viewing. Good thing Bendy and Borris got there before they were stuck in the back row, Bendy wouldn’t be able to see the show.

A teenaged couple approached Bendy and Borris.

"You know that your little friend can sit with the kids.” The boy said to Borris.

Bendy suddenly felt triggered at the teenaged boy’s comment. “Why you-” Bendy was ready to attack the boy, but his brother quickly interjected.

"It’s okay, my big brother isn’t exactly a kid, he can see from here perfectly fine. But thanks for the concern!” Borris explained and waved off the couple.

Bendy pouted and crossed his arms angrily. Borris chuckled at his brother’s actions.

"I guess I stand incorrect, you may not be a little kid, but you sure act childishly, Bendy.” Borris commented.

"B-behave Borris!” Bendy grumbled.

"DA DA DADA! TIME FOR THE SHOW KIDDIES!” A female voice called from behind the puppet stage.

The curtains opened and stringed wooden dolls dangled on the stage.

A little red riding hood puppet waved at the kids, “Well hi there everyone, my name is Rebecca! But my family insist that they call my Little Red Riding Hood, I don’t know why, but this red hood probably has something to do with it!” She introduced herself in a goofy voice.

The kids laughed at her attitude.

A taller female puppet bounced, to mimic walking, towards Red Riding Hood.

"Little Red Riding Hood, my precious daughter, little muffin, little girl, cinnamon roll, dolly, cupcake, darling!” The mother said in a male mimicking a woman’s voice. The children and few adults laughed, “You must give your granny these homemade ginger snap cookies! I made them myself.”

"But momma dearest, aren’t those the cookies you got from Mr Hiney?” Puppet Red Riding Hood asked her puppet mother.

The puppet mother threw a basket at her puppet daughter, “Don’t talk back to me, young lady! Now, I must go do womanly things, bye bye! If you get munched by a wolf, just yell~” The mother puppet then flew off the stage.

As the Red Riding Hood puppet picked up the basket, she bounced while singing ’ la la la la la’. Then, a wolf puppet appeared.

"Raw!” The Puppet wolf shouted.

Suddenly, the Red Riding Hood puppet began hitting the wolf with her basket.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO EAT ME?! HOW RUDE!! THAT’s A BAD WOLF! A BAD! BAD! BAD WOLF!!” The Red Riding Hood puppet shout at the puppet wolf, again beating him with her basket.

"I’m sorreh! My pops wanted me to eat ya! Stop hitting me!” The puppet wolf cried, laying on the floor of the stage.

"Well, that doesn’t give you a reason to try and eat me!”

The crowd had laughs erupting from the children and the adults, even Bendy and Borris shared a few snickers.

(Cause you’re not you when you’re hungry)

A scene pasted, where the puppet woodsman was making fun of how useless he is with cutting wood, he just broke out into song, but then the Red Riding Hood puppet slapped his with her basket and bounced off.

Now it was the scene where Red Riding Hood puppet was at her Grandma’s house, the wolf was wearing a horrible grandma costume.

Granny dearest, why do you look like a wolf?” Puppet Red Riding Hood asked the disguised granny wolf.

"Well- *cough* it’s a long story-” The granny disguised wolf puppet switched his horrible granny impersonation to his wolf voice.

Then Red Riding Hood puppet began smacking the crap out the wolf again, “DID YOU JUST EAT MY GRANNY DEAREST AND JUST TRY AND EAT ME?! HOW RUDE! THAT’S A BAD WOLF! A BAD! BAD! BAD WOLF!!” She screamed at the wolf.

"Argh! Hm, de ja vu! Anyways, IM SORREH STOP HITTING ME!!!” The wolf puppet cried.

"WHERE’S MY GRANNY DEAREST, YOU PIECE OF-”

The wolf puppet cut off Red Riding Hood Puppet, “Careful, there are kids in the audience.” He warned.

"Fourth wall breaking! Ha, classic bullshitery!” A yellow cat with brown hair with a pink streak tied in a ponytail shouted.

"Spring! You’re in the wrong AU, PJ’s Daycare was a left from Albuquerque!” Someone yelled at her.

"Shut up! I wanna see this wolf puppet burst into flames before I go!” ‘Spring’ stated, only to be dragged away by the person that yelled at her. “Gotta blast I guess!” She exclaimed.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but then turned back to the puppet show, where the wolf opened the Granny’s closet and the Granny puppet hopped out.

"Little Red Riding Hood, my precious granddaughter, doll, cupcake, sunflower, savior of all man kind, bird, kitten, Princess! Have you brought me Mr Hiney’s ginger snap cookies?” The granny puppet.

"How did you know they were Mr Hiney’s?” Red Riding Hood puppet asked her puppet granny.

"Your mother can’t cook. Period.” The granny puppet concluded and the puppet show ended.

The curtain closed and the crowd clapped at the show. From behind the puppet show, stood up the familiar red haired friend of the brothers, Hailey.

The pair walked up to her, as the crowd now abandoned the space to explore the rest of the booths.

"I don’t understand why we have to keep making fairytale parody puppet plays.” Yakko Warner whined, as he put the puppets in a crate.

Hailey offer him a smile, “It makes people laugh and smile, they enjoy getting twist versions of the stories.” She stated, “If that doesn’t satisfy you, then suck it up, Princess.”

Yakko rolled his eyes at her, then his brother, Wakko Warner popped up from the crate of puppets.

“That was a whola of fun! Although I don’t see the point of the mother.” Wakko added.

"Had an extra puppet, and you wanted to voice her. Good job on that by the way.” Hailey replied to the second oldest Warned brother.

"Yo.” Bendy greeted the trio, Borris beside him.

"Oh hey guys! You like the show? Short, I know, but with the time Mayor Eggbert have us, we improvised.” Hailey questioned.

Borris grinned and nodded his head, “Very funny, Miss Hailey!” He replied.

Bendy shrugged his shoulders. “It was alright.” He responded, “Why’d the mayor give you 10 minutes for a puppet play?” Bendy inquired.

"Something about the play being a non profit, if I knew that, I’d do my naming the countries song and dance.” Yakko commented, pulling Wakko out from the crate of puppets and placed him on the ground.

"Man is all about his money.” Wakko added.

"Hey guys, where’s Dot?” Hailey asked, noticing the lack of the Warner sister.

At the mention of her name, Bendy tensed up.

"I think she’s still trying on outfits at the girly dress boutique thing.” Wakko answered, then stuck out his tongue, “Blegh.”

Hailey ruffled his hat/hair, “At least you weren’t forced to shop with her this time.” She remarked.

"You know Hailey, if you’d like, we can go buy you something that could compliment your cuteness.” Bendy flirted.

Not understanding, Hailey shook her head, “No thanks Bendy, I have enough clothes, but maybe next time.” She answered.

Bendy felt the fist of rejection punch him in the face.

Borris snickered at the scene, although failing to conceal it.

"But I wanted to show you guys the cool booths! Wanna see them?” Hailey suggested.

Borris nodded his head in excitement, “Yes please Miss Hailey!”

Smiling brightly, Hailey waved farewell to the Warner brothers and led Bendy and Borris towards a new line of booths.

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