|lady_famine (lady_famine) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-05 11:34:00
|Entry tags:||^inspector gadget, author: lady_famine, may 5|
The Unusual Gadget, Inspector Gadget (Dr. Claw/Inspector Gadget)
Title: The Unusual Gadget
Author/Artist: Lady Famine
Prompt: Dr. Claw/Inspector Gadget: Vibrators – What else can you do with that thing?
Warnings: Implied masturbation, slash
Word count: 613
Summary: While on a mission to stop MAD, Inspector Gadget discovers an entirely new gadget.
A/N: I now have the Inspector Gadget theme song stuck in my head, alternating with dirty scenes of Inspector Gadget/Gadgets and Inspector Gadget/Dr. Claw. I think I need some brain bleach.
All had been proceeding as normal in Gadget’s day. He had received his mission assignment from Chief Quimby and left the house rapidly to stop MAD’s latest schemes, Penny and Brain following as always without his knowledge. Now all three were separated in the giant, spooky castle that Dr. Claw had chosen for his most recent headquarters. Gadget wandered the hallways idly. Up ahead he spotted several people in uniform and hurried to greet them.
“Ah! Hello good people! I wonder, could you direct me to the hotel’s management office? I seem to have lost my way somehow.”
The three people in front of Gadget looked at him oddly for a moment before huddling together and talking in hushed whispers. Gadget smiled amiably at them, assuming that they were discussing the best route for him to take. After a moment, the tallest of the three turned to Gadget.
“If you would follow me, good sir, I’ll show you the way.” Turning, he lead Gadget off down the hallway while the two others snickered behind Gadget’s back.
After a very long walk, Gadget and his guide finally reached a large and imposing iron door. The guide bowed and waved Gadget through, saying simply, “If you would please wait here, good sir, management will be by to see you shortly.”
“Well I have to say, this is really very ni…whoop!” Gadget said as he started into the room, tripping over the outstretched leg the other held in his path. The door slammed behind him solidly as Gadget regained his feet and griped about people and their manners these days.
In another part of the castle, Dr. Claw sat in front of his monitor idly stroking Mad Cat. A sudden change in the screen brought his attention back to the video feed as one of his henchmen appeared and gave the MAD salute.
“What do you want?”
“I-I’m sorry to disturb you sir, b-but Gadget…”
“WHAT?” Claw roared. “Gadget is here!”
“We have him locked in storage room B sir!” The henchman forced out. Claw relaxed slightly.
“Leave him there for now. Continue with the plan as scheduled. I will keep an eye on Gadget this time. Now go!”
The nameless henchman disappeared rapidly. Dr. Claw glowered at the monitor for nearly a minute, stewing over this latest development before switching to the video feed coming from storage room B.
Gadget, meanwhile, had explored the empty room and now was examining the door. He frowned at it irritably. He’d already tried as many of his gadgets as he could think of on the door (resulting in quite a few failures and embarrassing disasters), which remained stubbornly closed. He brightened as one more idea came to him.
“Go, go Gadget lockpick!’ he commanded. The device which popped out of his arm was one he’d never seen before and looked nothing like a lockpick. He stared at it in confusion. “What on earth are you supposed to do?” he questioned irritably. As if in reply, the cylindrical device started to vibrate. As he stared, the gadget took on a life of its own and slid itself under his trenchcoat. Gadget staggered back to the wall, sliding down it to the ground as the gadget began its work.
In his control room, Claw was having a difficult time believing what he was seeing. Almost unbidden, his hand slid down to his lap as he watched Gadget in fascination. “Come now, Inspector,” he thought, “What else can you do with that thing?”
An hour later, the gadget had finally retreated back into its former position. Gadget was just recovering his breath when the door cracked open. “Hmmm,” he mused as he walked through the door, “a little unorthodox, but I suppose it worked.”