[JimmyDimples]

As I believe the late, great Mr. Rogers’ Henrietta Pussycat would say…

"Meow meow beautiful picture, meow meow Dr. Otto meow meow great artist!"

Meow meow more catgirls, please! >^_^<

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Oop. You were right, Morpheus. There it is. My duh.

And your good story. Bravissimo again.

[JimmyDimples]

Very nice story… sorry I’m late with the kudos here…

😀

… but where’s the rest of it? Did the character limit per post clip it?

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Chapter 4

"But Daaaaaad!" eight-year-old Gabrielle protested, "Magic Princess Mizuko comes on later!"

"You know the rules, young lady," he replied.  "No more cartoons after 9 A.M."

"Look, it's my favorite show!"

"Do you want to watch TV now, or go outside now."

Gabrielle started to fume… but then she counted to ten, like she was taught to do when she got mad.  Then she got an idea.  "Uh, look," she said more calmly.  "It comes on at 10:30.  If I go outside and play outside right now, and stay out there until it comes on, can I come in and watch it then?"

"What's the rule, Gabby?" her dad asked calmly.

She stamped her foot.  "That's not fair!"

"What's the rule?  It's no cartoons after 9.  So watch TV, or go outside, and if you say one more word back, go straight to your room without either."

"Can't we even TiVo it?"

"No.  Now–"

Just then, the screen got scrambled as Channel 5's station ID melted, revealing an old fashioned black and white bullseye test pattern.  But instead of the Indian chief's head was the black silhouette and green digits of Mista Haxor.

"Hi, kids!" his digitized voice announced.  "We interrupt our regularly scheduled government mandated boring educational pabulum to bring you some REAL entertainment!  It's time for Mista Haxor's Neighborhood!"

The picture then switched to a panorama of New Vista's skyline, courtesy of Channel 5's hijacked weather cam.  "It's a beautiful day in the neigbb– oop!  What's this?"  And the shot zoomed into the university campus… and the speeding, swerving TV news van.  "Oh my!  Looks like that truck driver's kinda new to the job, isn't he?"  And the van plowed through a nearby newsstand sending the vendor fleeing and papers and magazines flying.  Then it smashed through a Channel 11 signboard.  

"Hey!" Haxor scolded lightly.  "That's not very nice!  Sure, they're competitors, but still!"  The view then shot to one of the stalled patrol cars.  "Maybe the police should do something about this."  And with a flash of green, vroom!  Screech!  It jackrabbit started with sirens blaring and lights flashing.  But then it started going in circles, and swaying all over the street like the driver was drunk.  "Hey, who's driving that thing anyway?  Maybe we'd better send backup!"  And with that, he switched the view to a copter's skycam, and the green flash quickly jetted between two other dead prowl cars, which then zipped off aimlessly, terrorizing the walkers into runners.

Back at home, Gabriella's dad twiddled with his collar nervously.  "Uh, pumpkin," he offered with a nervous smile, "why don't you go outside and play now?  You can watch your magic princess show when it comes on.  10:30, right?"

Gabby looked back with a start.  "Are you kidding?!" she exclaimed.  "This is MUCH cooler!"

"No!  Outside, NOW!" Daddy grabbed her and was about to carry her outside.  Then a scream of a siren sounded, and one of the cars plowed right into the trash can and fire hydrant outside.  

"Never mind," he then whimpered.  "Let's watch TV."  He tried switching to another channel, but Haxor's mayhem was on every one.

***
"Neil!" Tom screamed.  "Where are we going!?"

"Looks like we're headed to the football stadium!" the driver yelled back.

"Can't you throw on the emergency brake or slap it in park or something?!"

"Already tried both!  Emergency brake's on already, and the auto-transmission must have an idiotproof chip setup in case someone shifts from forward to reverse so it doesn't strip its gears!"

"Haxor must've overridden it!" Scott yelled.  The van sideswiped a small hatchback and sent it into a phone pole, catapulting him against a bank of monitors.

Tom then stared at Terry, who was at a keyboard in the back.  "Kid!  What do you think you're doing?!  That's company property!"

"I'm trying to save our hides!" the boy yelled back.  "Gimme a username and password!"

"Username spratt, password is Deena!" Scott shouted.

"Name of your girlfriend who left for help?" Terry asked.  Scott nodded, to which the boy shook his head.  "Noob."

After some deft finger pecking by Terry and some coaching from a reluctant Tom and not nearly as reluctant Scott, the guys hustled to try to find a way to at least get the airwaves back.

***

After spotting a cop car rocketing through Restaurant Row and giving  a Donut Hut a drive-through window that wasn't there earlier, Dyna flew right behind it.  "Great," she muttered.  "This is like a farm in Georgia:  one cotton pickin' thing after another!"  Seeing no driver, but still wanting to control the damage, she picked up the police car effortlessly, flipped it upside down in her hands, and laid it with the roof on the pavement, crunching the emergency lights.  The engine roared and the wheels spun uselessly.  

"I gotta get a police scanner radio or walkie-talkies for Scott and me," she muttered.  Then she glanced at a pawn shop which had some TVs in the window.  She saw the show that was on every station.  And the overhead view showed the traffic mayhem.  

"Agh!" she groaned.  "This Haxor butthead's running me ragged!"

"Hey!" Scott's voice sounded over the TV's speakers.  "Dyna, if you can hear me!  I noticed there's a green flash every time this Mista Haxor takes over something!"

Just like with the cars, Dyna thought.  But cars aren't normally online, are they?

"That probably means he has to physically transport himself to anything that doesn't have some kinda digital connection!" Terry blurted quickly.

She blinked.  "Pie— er, Pete's sake!  What's a boy doing in the van?"

"Listen!"  Terry said.  "The patrol cars are in some sort of patter–"

"Heard that!" Mista Haxor said over the broadcast.  Then in the truck, the onboard computer's ground hideously, and Terry's screen read, "System Error:  Mic not found."

"Any more coaching from the peanut gallery, kid," growled Haxor, "and I'll make this system blow up in your face.  Literally!"

Dyna didn't waste any time.  She flew right into the pawnshop and stopped just short, chest to face, with the clerk.  "Need to borrow a battery-powered TV!"

"Uhhhh… okay," he uttered, stunned.

And with the set, zipping up to a higher level, Dyna surveyed the city blocks like the maze to a game of Pac-Man.  She spotted the patrol cars, and yes, while they were weaving around, they were following a pattern, just like the ghosts in that game.  With that, she nosedived to the second car, caught it, and flipped it over like a turtle on its back.  Then she pogoed up again, spotted the third, and did the same.

She then checked the TV.  Haxor's face turned into accented Os like this:  ò.ó  Glowering, his digits turned red.  "You?!  Can't a guy have a little bit of fun without some chixor getting in the way?!"

"That's Dyna to you, you little creep!" she spat.  "Now are you gonna cut the–"

"Aw, put a sock in it.  I can't hear you anyway.  No mic around."  But his digits slowly turned back to green.  "Ah, well.  All good.  Ah Might as well tune in to the big game!  Today, it's the NVU Doofusdorks versus the Detroit Rolling Metal!"

And right on the screen, she saw the university football field with the team suited up and doing a scrimmage.  "Hey, boys and girls!" Haxor said.  "Let's see if our football team can tackle a news van!"  And soon the news van tore onto the field, breaking up the formations hard, and chasing the running backs into the stands.  "How many points is a lineman worth?" he asked rhetorically.  

Hissing through her teeth, Dyna jetted toward the stadium.  But just as the saw the green of the grass, her heart sank.  "Oh no… Scott… not here…!"

Right under the scoreboard at the visitor's end of the field was a very-high tech looking Sparta Industries medium battle tank.

To Be Continued…

[JimmyDimples]

Hey, as long as we’re chatting Greek gods, goddesses, and their reps here…

I just thought of one as a not-so-good guy:

Dionysus. The Greek god of wine and partying ’til you puke. (You probably know him better under his Roman alias, Bacchus.) His festivals got so rowdy and criminal that the Roman Senate banned them in 186 B.C.

Definitely not a hero… not quite Dr. Doom, though, either. But he’s definitely not out for truth, justice, and temperance.

"World domination? Pfah. Too much competition. I don’t want to enslave the world… I just want to get it three sheets in the wind!"

And he doesn’t have just one… but FIVE representatives to do his dirty work:

Before you click here, wanna guess what their names are…? 😈

And I’m wondering how well Dyna will fight crime after she’s taken one of their attacks:

Dyna: "Sho I’mm kinda under th’ inflooen-*hic!* …infooleh-*hic!* influenzaah-*hic!* I’m kinda gooned right now… but you bums ain’ gonna win! So sez Dynaaaah th’ Damzul Dy*hic* … da Dazzmo Dynamel … th’ Diesel Dormamoo… so sez ME!!!"

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Okay, I’ve deboogered the first three parts. And thanks for the advice, dcmatthews. I’ll have part 4 ready soon… and hopefully, I’ll take the action to the next level.

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😯

Oh… Great… Gatsby.

Mr. Matthews has turned on the turbos on this baby. 😀

Thanks a bazillion. I hope my writings do Dyna this much justice (pun!).

(Which reminds me, I’m gonna have to double back and edit M15+4 H4X0R’s story, but it needed a re-edit anyway.) 😛

[JimmyDimples]

I’d also written his gmail, in case he went there first, and he reassured me there, too. Glad he’s okay.

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Well, well, well, Dr. Otto. I’m honored that you’d grace this forum with your artwork. Thanks.

Oh, and the picture with the body builder and the small child… *sniff* … that just warms my heart.

Thanks for bringing it to light (and color), KtM.

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Maybe we should be pickin’ ’em up and puttin’ ’em down with our spinoffs if we wanna read something so bad? 😛

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