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[lettheladylead]

AREA 15: Passion of the Giggs

Here’s the sixth of the Topolino comic series: Area 15! It’s about Louie getting really into comic books and videogames and making a bunch of nerdy friends. This particular issue is about the kids making a movie together! The scans for this comic were provided by @aj-the-bluejay, so send him some thanks for this awesome quality!! [inducks link] Read the full comic here: [google drive link]

[the-chronicles-of-emilie-duckman]

Just posted the second comic of my web comic!

Which means the main story has now begun!

[frc-ambaradan]

Double birthday for Italy's national broadcaster Rai! 100 years since its birth and 70 years of TV!

Topolino celebrates Rai with a special volume collecting some of the best stories dedicated to tv.

Rai was formed in 1924 under the name Unione Radiofonica Italiana (Italian Radio Union), or URI for short, as a branch of Guglielmo Marconi's Marconi Company to take up the role of national broadcaster after a Royal Decree in 1923 had made wireless broadcasting a state monopoly. In 1944, the name was changed in Rai (Radio Audizioni Italiane).

On 3rd January 1954, following the examples of other national broadcasters around the world, Rai began a regular television service with a report on the inauguration of the new tv headquarters in Turin, Milan and Rome and a following program on... you guess it? football ^^.

Needless to say, Rai's always been a very good friend of Topolino and Disney in general, with tons of parodies and mutual tributes spreaded across the years. Particularly I'd like to mention "Topolino e il collezionista di stelle", tribute story by Francesco Artibani and Alessandro Perina published on Topolino #3082 on the occasion of Rai's 60th birthday.

"H-help me, Mouse! Wh-where are we? What's this place?" "Don't you recognize it, Portis? We're at the end of transmission!" Topolino e il collezionista di stelle (2014)

[sayitaliano]

Hello, would you recommend a few series of children's books or comics (Frog and Toad type) or even websites (news, Wikidia equivalent) that can be found online? I have been wanting to read more but most content is too complicated and discouraging. Thank you!

Ciao!

In the resources masterpost you can find some links for this. In the "various internet Italian links" section, there are a few free online resources with - books/pdfs (the links on the 4th line. Some of these are also audiobooks and some have both ITA-ENG -bilingual- text: you can also find famous children's fairytales like Cinderella in Italian, eg.. Not sure if I mentioned there in some list but I suggest to check the website "liberliber.it" as well, js); - a bunch of Rodari's poems for kids ("Ferragosto" and the others on the same line. I translated some of these, if you need a translation also for others just let me know); - a couple of links more about children's pdfs (most famous children's stories again)/nursery rhymes (links on next line) - children's songs + Rai for kids (in the listening/watching subsection) - many news, magazines links

I'm sorry I'm not copying everything here but I prefer to leave just suggestions/indications: you can also check the other links I put there as maybe there's more for you (and I don't remember). If some links don't work it could be that too much time has passed (sorry I haven't cheked them in a while), or something has changed: you can ask me ofc.

Also, one famous physical comic for children is Topolino (and the similar weekly comics like Zio Paperone -you can find them in the website). It's not even just for kids tbh as also adults enjoy it, but it's generally easy... sometimes it may hide references to our culture/situation, but ofc you can ask if you need. There are other comics but maybe they're a little too complex to understand if you're a beginner, so I will suggest them later on if you want.

Hope you'll find something for you and enjoy! :)

[unevaguedeprintemps]

Man Ray

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Il desiderio di perseguire soluzioni luministiche sempre nuove lo spinse a perfezionare la tecnica della solarizzazione, scoperta insieme alla collega e amante Lee Miller.

Anche in questo caso si trattò di una scoperta fortuita, o meglio, di una seduta in camera oscura interrotta bruscamente dallo scorrazzare di un topolino.🐁

Nel tentativo di acciuffare il topo a piede libero, Lee fu costretta ad accendere la luce prima che le pellicole fossero pronte, scoprendo così un effetto inaspettato.

La sovraesposizione dei negativi, provocando una parziale inversione tonale, permetteva di creare immagini intrise di una luce abbacinante e metafisica, in cui i soggetti risaltavano dallo sfondo come circondati da un’aura di sacralità.

Man Ray utilizzò spesso questa tecnica per omaggiare le sue molte muse – e più in generale per celebrare la bellezza della donna.

Ritratto di Dora Maar, solarizzazione 1936

Anatomies 1929

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seitorri.it

Il Chaos

[patemi-pk]

Da qualche giorno è iniziato Luglio, che, ci preme ricordare, è il Disability Pride Month.

Dagli anni '90 Topolino si è interessato all'inclusione di persone con disabilità nelle sue storie. L'occasione più recente è stata il personaggio di Ray, introdotto nella serie "Area 15", con testi di Roberto Gagnor e disegni di Claudio Sciarrone.

(vignette tratte da: "Area 15 - Qui, Quo, Qua - Il potente e grandioso club!" di Gagnor e Sciarrone, I TL3355-2; "Topolino e l'uomo dei sogni" di Panaro e Perina, I TL 2109-2; "Le Giovani Marmotte e un ragazzo come tutti" di Corteggiani e Cavazzano, I GM 9-1)

[dwarfanonymice]

I nostri delicati cronisti RAI mi hanno un po' delusa. Un bronzo nel tennis alle Olimpiadi val bene una grande celebrazione. Tuttavia, visto che non sono stati né Sinner Arancio né Ciccio Bello Berrettini ad ottenerlo, è meglio ignorare Topolino Musetti. Non è glamour come gli altri due.

[giancarlonicoli]

17 dic 2023 19:20

ANVEDI, ECCO MARINO - L’ARRESTO, LE SIGLE DI CRISTINA D’AVENA REGALATE A MARADONA E LE LITIGATE CON GALEAZZI: MARINO BARTOLETTI A TUTTO CAMPO - L’ARRESTO, PER ERRORE, FU A MONTEVIDEO AL "MUNDIALITO" DI FINE 1980: "CAPITAI IN MEZZO A UNA RISSA E UN UFFICIALE PENSÒ DI AVER PRESO UN CALCIO DA ME. DOVETTE INTERVENIRE L’AMBASCIATORE. QUANDO DIRIGEVO RAI SPORT, GALEAZZI ANDÒ A 'DOMENICA IN', MANTENENDO LA CONDUZIONE DI 90° MINUTO: GLI CHIESI DI NON VESTIRSI DA ZORRO O TOPOLINO FINO A POCHI MINUTI PRIMA. LUI LA PRESE MALE" - "QUELLI CHE IL CALCIO? FO DISSE NO, ARRIVÒ FAZIO” -

Paolo Tomaselli per il “Corriere della Sera” - Estratti

Marino Bartoletti, il suo ultimo libro «La Partita degli dei» è dedicato a Gianluca Vialli «che ci ha insegnato la gentilezza persino nell’addio». Trova che sia una qualità sottovalutata?

«È rara. E per questo siamo costretti a prenderne atto quasi con stupore. Nel caso di Gianluca, si sentiva tutto l’influsso educativo della sua famiglia nella gentilezza, l’educazione, la simpatia. Lui ci aveva aggiunto la cazzaggine : era un ragazzo meraviglioso».

(...)

Nel ’68 inizia a lavorare: cosa sognava?

«Sognavo il Guerin Sportivo, avevo già il prurito alle mani e la Lettera 32: se penso a quanti posti nel mondo ha visto quella macchina per scrivere, penso di aver realizzato quel sogno. Sentire quel ticchettio mi dà ancora un colpo al cuore quando mia nipote mi chiede di giocare con le vecchie “tastiere”».

Ha avuto un mentore?

«Aldo Giordani mi notò per la rivista Pressing che facevo da solo a Forlì e mi disse di andare a Milano a parlare con Gianni Brera, direttore del Guerino. Andai in stazione, inseguito da mia madre che mi chiedeva cosa ci fosse a Milano che non c’era a Forlì. Risposi che “c’era la Madonnina, mi assisterà lei”. Si tranquillizzò».

Come inviato dell’Occhio di Maurizio Costanzo fu anche arrestato.

«Dopo gli anni da inviato al Giorno, subii il fascino di via Solferino, ma Costanzo se ne andò dopo poco e rimasi disoccupato. L’arresto, per errore, fu a Montevideo al Mundialito di fine 1980: capitai in mezzo a una rissa nel tunnel degli spogliatoi e un ufficiale pensò di aver preso un calcio da me. Mi portarono in una specie di prigione: dovette intervenire l’ambasciatore».

La disoccupazione come finì?

«Palumbo mi chiamò in Gazzetta, ma rifiutai per fare sei mesi alla Rai di Milano, dove nessuno voleva curare i collegamenti con il Processo del lunedì: seguii i Mondiali del 1982 da freelance, ma subito dopo tornai al Guerino come inviato e mi fu proposta la conduzione del Processo».

Fu la svolta?

«Sì, perché capii di poter stare in tv con serietà, competenza e un pizzico di ironia. Da lì andai alla Domenica sportiva».

Maradona, Platini, Zoff, Scirea, Paolo Rossi. A chi è più legato?

«Forse quello che ho amato di più per la sua fragilità è Maradona: lo conobbi durante i Mondiali del 1978 in Argentina, a cui lui non partecipò; lo ritrovai nel 1984 in una tournée della Nazionale di Bearzot a New York e gli portai la maglia del Napoli per fare lo scoop, dato che era in procinto di lasciare Barcellona. Nacque un’amicizia molto importante».

L’accesso ai campioni era molto diretto?

«Chiamavo Diego a casa e se non rispondeva chiamavo Bruscolotti, perché lo avvertisse.

Quando ero a Mediaset accettò un’intervista per Pressing “solo per amicizia”. Ma c’era un prezzo da pagare: una audiocassetta in anteprima con le sigle dei cartoni cantate da Cristina D’Avena, dai Puffi a Kiss me Licia».

Momenti negativi ci sono stati?

«Ricordo quasi con dolore la mia direzione a RaiSport. Avevo già ideato “Quelli che il calcio” quando ricevetti la chiamata di Letizia Moratti. Cominciai con tanto entusiasmo, però dopo due anni e mezzo la cosa finì e capii che era meglio non fare domande: semplicemente il vento era cambiato».

«Quelli che» cosa rappresentò?

«Forse la cosa professionalmente più bella che ho mai fatto, almeno in tv. Una creatura che ho difeso in culla, quando nessuno la voleva condurre: chiedemmo anche a Dario Fo, ma Franca Rame ci rispose indignata. Si arrivò a Fabio Fazio per eliminazione: lui fece la fortuna della trasmissione e viceversa».

Il grande romanzo italiano è la Nazionale di calcio o il Festival di Sanremo?

«Per me è come scegliere tra papà e mamma, ma dico il Festival, perché quando vado a Sanremo vado a Disneyland. Diffido di chi diffida di Sanremo, perché vuol dire non riconoscersi nello specchio della nostra società».

Lucio Dalla la chiamava Bartolino?

«Usava un soprannome per tutti e quando voleva fare l’asino mi faceva gli agguati dietro le colonne di piazza Santo Stefano a Bologna: Lucio mi manca tanto. Mi fa molto sorridere vederlo sepolto accanto a Giosuè Carducci. Ne sarebbe molto fiero».

Da amante della musica, l’amicizia con Pavarotti come la viveva?

«Pendevo dalle sue labbra, volevo sapere del suo debutto alla Scala con Von Karajan o del triplo do di petto nella “Pira” del Trovatore. E lui invece mi chiedeva di Platini e della sua Juve. Poi un giorno del 1990 lo portai a Cesena per un’amichevole della Nazionale: si mise a tavola fra Vialli e Mancini e mentre loro mangiavano bresaola e insalata, lui continuava a divorare i cappelletti».

Enzo Ferrari, gran protagonista della sua tetralogia, cosa le ha lasciato?

«Una percezione di lui ben diversa da quelli che tutti avevano: un uomo certamente solo, duro, chiuso, che si difendeva dalle crudeltà della vita e invece dentro di sé aveva un tratto di grande umanità. Dietro a quella scorza c’erano grandissimi contenuti».

(...)

Con Gian Piero Galeazzi vi siete scontrati?

«Quando dirigevo Rai Sport, lui andò a Domenica In, mantenendo la conduzione di 90° minuto: gli chiesi di arrivare preparato e di non vestirsi da Zorro o Topolino fino a pochi minuti prima. Lo dicevo per il suo bene perché era un patrimonio della nostra testata, ma lui la prese male, anche se negli anni la cosa si è molto stemperata. Come sarebbe stato bello vederlo commentare la vittoria in Coppa Davis».

La politica che parentesi è stata?

«Non è stata politica, nel senso che il mio amore disarmato per Forlì mi ha portato a fondare una lista civica: ho preso il mio 36% e sono stato per quattro anni il consigliere comunale più presente. Portai un linguaggio nuovo. Alla fine mi concessero l’onore delle armi».

La malattia cosa le ha lasciato?

«La convinzione che dovremo volerci più bene, cercando di fare più prevenzione. Sono stato molto fortunato, perché tutto è stato preso in tempo, ma devo la mia vita a persone che sapevano terribilmente il fatto loro».

(...)

Ma lei da grande cosa vuole fare?

«Scrivo tanto del paradiso che comincio a pensarci seriamente. Mi piace immaginare che ci sia un aldilà in cui si può star bene e trovare le persone che abbiamo amato. Le statistiche Istat mi concedono ancora 8 anni e mezzo di vita e spero che siano anni sereni e fertili come adesso: dopo la Partita degli dei devo cominciare a pensare al Festival degli dei».

[agrpress-blog]

Si è svolta venerdì 10 novembre 2023 presso la Biblioteca “Al Tempo Ritrovato” di Sacrofano (RM) la presentazione del libro di Carla Cucchiarelli Io sono Nannarella. Intrigo a Firenze (Viola Editrice). Nel corso dell’incontro, moderato dalla giornalista Madia Mauro, l’autrice ha dialogato con Laura Vassalli (responsabile Relazioni Esterne dell’Associazione “Telefono Rosa”) e con la giornalista Rai Roberta Ammendola. Alcuni brani scelti sono stati letti da Monica Maggi (presidente dell’Associazione culturale Libra 2.0). «[…] Francesco fece segno di sì con la testa, pensando, sorpreso, che forse aveva una ventina d’anni più di lei, ma la Magnani lo trattava come un ragazzino. La donna si alzò in piedi e, sollevando il braccio che teneva la tazzina di caffè come se fosse la Statua della Libertà, ripeté la frase: “La cosa più importante è la libertà”. Poi si sedette di nuovo, bevendo tutto d’un fiato il caffè. “Mi piace il caffè bollente, grazie. Per essere il caffè di una macchinetta è proprio buono. Sarà che non ne bevevo uno da tempo. Dunque, scusi se cambio sempre discorso, ora le racconto. Sicuro che non l’annoi? Potrei avere una sigaretta?” “Non si fuma qui, siamo in ospedale!” Porta rispose con gravità, pensando che se fosse stato possibile avrebbero acceso una sigaretta dopo l’altra, insieme. “Lo vede c he devo uscire? C’ho ragione io!” e, mentre diceva così, la paziente fece un sospiro e una piccola pausa. “Insomma, era il febbraio del 1944 ed eravamo al teatro Valle, un posto che sembra una bomboniera. C’è mai stato lei? Deve andarci, glielo consiglio con il cuore, è bellissimo. La rivista si chiamava Che ti sei messo in testa? perché il titolo originale, Che cosa si sono messi in testa? era stato censurato. Io, tra gli altri numeri, facevo la fioraia del Pincio. Se lo ricorda?” Lo guardò interrogativa. Francesco fece cenno di no con la testa. Lei sospirò, allargando le braccia con un gesto rassegnato. “Non va mai a teatro, eh? Vediamo se riesco a ricordare le parole... mica sono Pico della Mirandola! Certo tutta no, tutta non ci riesco. La canzone a un certo punto diceva: “Ogni Topolino mi pareva ’n separè/ogni mazzolino rimediavo lire tre’. Lo sa, era bello vedere le coppiette innamorate prima della guerra, quando ancora si respiravano il senso di pace e l’amore, e l’ambulante poteva vendere serenamente i suoi fiori. Ma senta come finiva, proprio con queste parole: ‘Che m’importa se quassù nun c’è nessuno/che m’importa si nun trovo da scaja’/mo sti fiori li regalo a Roma Bella/che li porti a un sordato di sentinella’. C’era la guerra, c’erano i nazisti, ma che potevo canta’?» (Carla Cucchiarelli, Io sono Nannarella. Intrigo a Firenze, Viola Editrice, Roma, 2023, pp. 37-38) Nell’era post covid, in un ospedale di Firenze, è stata ricoverata d’urgenza una giovane donna che afferma di essere Anna Magnani. Le somiglia come una goccia d’acqua, parla e ride come lei. Sotto lo sguardo empatico di medici, infermiere e residenti - che seguono con passione i racconti dell’icona del cinema neorealista -, la donna diviene presto la protagonista indiscussa del nosocomio: si fa chiamare “Nannarella” e attorno a lei nascono in breve tempo ipotesi e convinzioni che sfiorano “l’irrealtà”, ma… la sconvolgente verità è ben nascosta dietro a quegli occhi scuri... Carla Cucchiarelli, laureata in Scienze politiche, diplomata Counselor, vive e lavora a Roma. Giornalista, vice caporedattrice del Tgr Lazio, scrittrice, si occupa in particolare di tematiche sociali e culturali. Fra le sue pubblicazioni ricordiamo Perché le mamme soffrono. Storie vissute nell’universo salvamamme (Armando editore, 2009), scritto con Vincenzo Mastronardi e Grazia Passeri, Il girotondo delle bambine (Re.bus, 2009), Ho ucciso Bambi(0111edizioni, 2012), Quella notte a Roma. Biografia di Luigi Di Sarro(Iacobelli editore, 2013), Quello che i muri dicono. Guida ragionata alla street art della capitale (Iacobelli editore, 2017), Il telefono rosa. Una storia lunga trent’anni (Castelvecchi, 2019), Così parlò la Gioconda.

Autobiografia nonautorizzata di Lisa Gherardini, la donna più dipinta e rivista della storia(Iacobelli editore, 2019), Prima e dopo. La street art romana e il Coronavirus (Iacobelli editore, 2020). Io sono Nannarella. Intrigo a Firenze di Carla Cucchiarelli, pubblicato da Viola Editrice (Roma) nella collana “Psico” - immagine di copertina (Anna Magnani, olio e acrilico su tela, cm. 110x160): Pier Toffoletti; pp. 232, euro 17,00 - e disponibile in libreria e online da giugno 2023 è stato presentato presso la Biblioteca “Al Tempo Ritrovato” di Sacrofano venerdì 10 novembre.

[freshstartfromscratch]

Roommates AU - Auditore siblings circa 2005

I brought everything I remember from my childhood when I lived in Lombardy and still could speak Italian.

Petruccio is reading Geronimo Stilton's book, Federico is eating Nutella straight from the jar, Claudia hogged the TV remote to watch Winx Club (with W.I.T.C.H comic laying nearby), and Ezio is reading Topolino comic.

Ezio thing is sort of a joke that might be more understandable to people who speak Italian. Basically in mission Friend of the Family in AC 2, if you play the game in Italian the best part of the dialogue between Maria and Ezio goes like this:

"- Esprimere se stessi è essenziale per godersi la vita. Dovresti trovarti qualche sfogo.

- Sono pieno di sfoghi

- Oltre alla topa, intendo."

"topa" is an Italian slang word for vagina but it means female mouse.

Topolino is the Italian name of Mickey Mouse and a name of very popular comics series that, ironically, feature mostly Donald Duck. Donald Duck comics are a big thing in Italy so of course, Ezio would read them. Even if he's too old for this.

Cuz he likes topa ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Did I just make an oddly specific linguistics joke? Yes. Yes, I did.

Claudia as the only girl wants to watch Winx Club on Rai 2. I vividly remember my brother protesting every single time I wanted to watch it. Honestly, if you didn't fight with your brother for a TV remote to watch Winx Club did you even have a childhood?

Age:

Federico - 20

Ezio - 17

Claudia - 9

Petruccio - 7

[akirapolarbear]

Second episode of “Zona Franca” and PK/DA and Uno action figures

This time the cover of the “Topolino” Magazine don’t have Duckavenger and Uno, but there is Mickey Mouse, because of another story in the magazine :)

The toy robot complete looks like this⬇️

And finally here there are DuckAvenger and Uno :)

Uno is so adorable :)

Instead DuckAvenger is a bit cursed-

I don’t really like it😶

I prefer his old 2015 figure from the “raggio nero”/“black ray” story :)

I took a photo for compare them

The story is awesome like always

(There is Mary Anne too :D)

[lettheladylead]

AREA 15: Cosplay to the Rescue

Here’s the fifth of the Topolino comic series: Area 15! It’s about Louie getting really into comic books and videogames and making a bunch of nerdy friends. This particular issue is about the kids going to a convention together! The scans for this comic were provided by @aj-the-bluejay, so send him some thanks for this awesome quality!! [inducks link]

Read the comic here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/ZFn5SEPNYhrS7Dym8

[the-chronicles-of-emilie-duckman]

The next part of my web series.

I made some changes to Virginia so that her being Vanessa’s mother made sense.She’s a brunette here instead of a redhead.

I also plan on drawing the Chanukah and Christmas comics after I’m done with this specific part.

[frc-ambaradan]

See this man?

His name is Piero Angela.

Some say he's the italian David Attemborough.

I say David Attemborough is the british Piero Angela.

He's a journalist. Tv host. Science journalist. Jazz pianist.

He was born in Turin in 1928 and, it is worth noting, his father Carlo has been awarded the Medal of the "Righteous among the Nations".

Last year Piero Angela celebrated 70 years (don't know if you heard me right: 70 YEARS!!) of non-stop collaboration with italian national TV and radio broadcaster RAI. Hell, when he started working for RAI it was still a radio only broadcaster... tv didn't even exist in Italy yet.

He's been anchorman, reporter, war correspondent... but what's most famous for is QUARK.

The scientific TV program that turned the air of Bach's Orchestral Suite no. 3 in D major into "The Quark Music"! That's right. No one in Italy knows what's the air of Bach's suite n.3 in D major is, but goddammit, everyone knows the "Quark Music"!

That's because the man himself, the program and its intro are such a huge part in the life of every italian, even of those who are not interested in science. Piero Angela and his angelic intro are one of the pillars of italian modern culture!

Proof to that, another pillar of italian culture, Topolino, celebrated Angela's 90th birthday in 2018 with a story, an interview and a very cool cover! Here's to you Peter Quarky:

Why am I telling you all this?

Because Piero Angela passed away today, aged 93. But not before having written a really touching letter (like a boss!) thanking everyone who worked with him and all the common people who let him bring knowledge and science into their home with his very savoy care and kindness.

Right now for me is like loosing a very dear member of the family... you know, an odd granpa fixated with dinosaurs, planets and bacteria (I've still the complete collection of vhs he made on the dinosaurs and the one on the solar system) and I just wanted everyone to know about him, his impressive career and simply what a cool and kind person he was. A gentleman of old days.

To the stars, Piero... to the stars!

Piero Angela plays "As time goes by" in the program "Che Tempo Che Fa" in 2018.

[equustenebris]

New drabble! This kind of just poured out basically all at once, lol. This is for modern Topolino Newton, I've got his first story translated here for the unfamiliar: https://equustenebris.tumblr.com/post/658572502503735296/hello-duck-community-i-come-bearing-a-gift-so

Newton Gearloose has a bully. For Whumptober 2021. Prompt: "Who did this to you?"

Three. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But...

He gave a final sniffle as he rounded the corner to his uncle's house, trying to pull himself back together before his uncle saw him crying. The punches and kicks had been painful, sure, but it was the humiliation more than anything -- and the overwhelming fear of facing Jax again tomorrow.

He'd always known there was no way he'd win in a fight. He was Newton Gearloose, inventor, not -- like -- Newton Gearloose, boxer, or something. He just wasn't built for it, and besides, he'd always firmly believed brains were better than brawn any day. Still, when Jax snatched him out of the hallway to shake him down for his chemistry project results, he'd made his very best attempt to fight back, but Jax was built like an eighth grader, and all he'd really managed to do was make him angrier. He gingerly touched his fingertips to his swollen eye, hoping it didn't look nearly as bad as it felt.

He didn't have any idea what he'd done to get on Jax's bad side -- they only had one class together, and despite his natural aptitude for it, it wasn't as though Newton was particularly well-liked by their chemistry teacher anyway. (A few too many beakers shattered, chemicals spilled, labs blown up -- frankly, he was amazed they still let him do the hands-on work.)

But for whatever reason, Jax had apparently decided that Newton was his new target -- and he evidently had a lot of free time to spend making Newton's life as miserable as possible. It had started off with little things, stealing his pencils, getting in his way in line at the water fountain, knocking the books out of his hands -- all of that was manageable, and honestly Newton was often so distracted by his own ideas for new inventions that he barely noticed. But when it went from the annoying to the physical -- snatching him from the hallway just after the last bell to rough him up -- well, that he noticed.

He opened up the front door slowly, peeking around in the hopes that his uncle was down in the lab, and he'd have a chance to try to clean himself up before his uncle saw him. Apparently, today was really not his lucky day, because Gyro was at the sink, washing up some dishes.

"Hi, Newton," he chirped brightly, "how was sch -- Newton?" He dropped the dish back into the sink as he caught sight of his nephew's black eye, immediately swiveling around. Newton cringed, hunching his shoulders as if he could make himself small enough to disappear. "Your face! What happened?"

"Nothing, Uncle, I'm fine," he tried, attempting to slip away to the bathroom.

"You certainly are not! Who did this to you?"

Little Helper was already at his side with an ice pack, holding it up above his tiny head for Newton to take. Embarrassed, he only looked away instead.

"Nobody, Uncle, it's -- it's fine," he tried again, cheeks flushed and burning. But Gyro wasn't so quick to give up, quickly kneeling in front of him.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else? Your arms? Your tail?" he asked, lifting Newton's shirt to check his belly, gently snatching his wrists to examine his arms, and just generally not helping the utter humiliation burning in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm fine," Newton snapped again, pulling his arms away.

"Newton." Gyro took him by the shoulders, gazing into his eyes. Reluctantly, the boy looked back to him, biting his lip to try to hold the persistent tears at bay. "You can tell me. What happened?"

Despite his best efforts, a single hot tear slipped down his cheek -- and then it was all over, the floodgates wide open as he wrapped his arms around his uncle's neck, trying to choke back sobs as he explained: all the multitude of small things he ignored for months, one after another, and now finally, the big things he couldn't. It came tumbling out at once in a flurry, months of pain and fear he hadn't realized he had been carrying. Gyro just held him, gently rubbing his back, occasionally giving him soft, preening nips, trying to calm him down.

When he was finally finished, Gyro nodded firmly, intent. "We'll go to the principal." Newton immediately shook his head, wincing.

"No, Uncle! It'll just get worse if you tell anyone! Principal Schnauzer doesn't even like me, he doesn't care, and even if he did he can't watch me all the time! It wouldn't be safe."

"Well, we at least have to tell your mom and dad," he mumbled, rubbing Newton's back again.

Again, Newton shook his head. "Oh, please, no, Uncle! This is already humiliating enough, I don't want them to know, too!"

"We have to do something, Newton! I can't send you back to school like this!"

"I can handle it myself," Newton mumbled, gazing vaguely over his shoulder towards his treehouse, and his own secret lab, hidden away from his uncle. He had no idea what, exactly, but surely he could come up with some sort of invention to deal with this on his own. His uncle, however, seemed less than convinced.

"Maybe I could invent something for you? You know, something that could keep you safe, maybe like some sort of...repelling ray, or maybe a robot bodyguard, or --"

"I'll be fine, Uncle," Newton mumbled, cringing. The last thing he needed was his uncle interfering -- whether his inventions worked or didn't, either way, it could only add to his humiliation. Really, showing up the next day with a robot bodyguard? "I can just -- I'll handle it."

Gyro stood, scratching the back of his neck. "Are you sure, Newton?"

The boy said nothing, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. On the living room wall, unnoticed, a large bee -- too large -- softly beat its wings.

---

The next morning's bike ride to school felt more like a death march. Newton and the triplets walked the last stretch, coming up on the bike rack just outside the school.

"Are you sure you don't want us to help you, Newton?" Huey asked, frowning worriedly.

"Yeah, we're pretty tough -- we can take him on!" Dewey offered. Newton only shook his head, polishing off the last of his breakfast apple.

"No, I don't want to get you guys caught up in this too," he muttered, tossing the core into the garbage can as they locked up their bicycles. "Besides, it's just going to get worse if I can't handle him on my own."

"Huh? What's going on over there?" Louie wondered aloud, finally noticing the large crowd of students on the school's front lawn. Curious, the boys pushed their way forward, slipping through the crowd to approach the large oak tree that everyone seemed to be gathered around.

"--do you mean, you have no idea how he got there? Someone did it! He must have been here since last night! You've got camera footage, don't you?!"

"I can't explain it, Principal Schnauzer, but I already reviewed it and there's just...nothing. It looks like it's all been scrubbed clean somehow."

"Well cut him down from there, and get his parents and the police on the phone! And get these kids out of here, already! Oh, this is going to be such a mess... You! Get to class! There's nothing to see here!"

Newton and the triplets finally pushed their way to the front, stumbling out in front of the oak tree. It took no more than a split second for Principal Schnauzer to spot them in the crowd, and with a fury Newton hadn't seen before (which, frankly, was saying something for the schnauzer), he abruptly whipped around, pointing directly at him. "You!"

The other students immediately backed away, leaving Newton standing on his own, frozen in shock as the principal stomped closer. Snarling, voice low and dangerous, he shoved his snout nearly against Newton's beak. "I don't know how you managed to pull this off, but I know you're behind this somehow. This fell out of his pocket."

He shoved a slip of paper into Newton's grip, but Newton's attention was elsewhere -- slowly, his eyes trailed up to the oak tree, finally seeing what everyone else had been staring at. There, Jax dangled from a branch at the top of the tree, still dressed in pajamas, hogtied, terrified sobs muffled by the thick gag in his mouth.

He just stared for a moment, slack-jawed. A tiny yelp from Dewey, evidently reading over his shoulder, brought him back to reality and he looked down at the piece of paper in his hands. There, scrawled in his uncle's tell-tale handwriting, was a hastily written note.

He won't be bothering you anymore, Newton.

Let me know if I need to pay anyone else a visit.

--MD

"This isn't over!" Principal Schnauzer raged, swiping the paper back out of Newton's hands before storming away. The triplets exchanged worried looks, but Newton just stood at the base of the oak tree, too stunned to move, as his (now former, he supposed) bully dangled helplessly above his head.

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