Dick Grayson (emancipatedward) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-11-20 16:17:00 |
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Current mood: | Batsquishy |
Ferretlog strikes again!
Who: Dick and Tim
What: Tim tries to cheer up Dick on the anniversary of his parents' death.
Where: Their room
When: After Nightwing gets back helping Hana and Spitfire.
Warnings: Like the last one, this is just one long MST-ing of the next few episodes of Batman The Fearless Ferret, so follow along the handily provided links if you want to have any idea what they're talking about. /o/
Dick: *Comes back from helping Spitfire through the backdoor*
Tim: *Popcorn popped, couch blanket'd against the cold, DVD cycling silently through the menus. Those brownies still smell pretty good, by the way.*
Tim: =|?
Dick: *Takes one look at those brownies and hey, you haven't seen a more grateful smile than that since he was kiddlefied.*
Tim: *Here's an uncertain, wobbly smile back.* =D?
Tim: Try 'em. They're not. Not exactly the same, but. ._.
Dick: I'm sure Mom'd be disappointed if anyone could make them the way he does on the first try. *omnomnom, plopping down on the couch next to you and putting a lot of attention into finishing that brownie* . . .
Dick: . . . *arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him, yes that's a hug* Thanks, Tim . . .
Tim: *almost immediately you get a hug back, because that is what happens today* ... anything I can, bro...
Tim: ...
Tim: ... ... ... *remote?*
Dick: *Nodding at the tv, start us up!*
Tim: sup night people *pokes you*
Tim: *SNRK*
Dick: *Smirk* Mad Hatter?
Tim: Can you think of anybody else? =D
Tim: *SNRK*
Tim: *may do this every time*
Dick: *It would be justified*
Tim: *snrk!!* the eyes.
Tim: What about the PEOP- okay.
Dick: Obviously supposed to be the Cheshire Cat. *nodnodnod*
Tim: oh yeah. *nodnod* Jervis Tetch is just a codename.
Tim: a witness? o.O
Tim: *snrk* nice sweater, youthful ward
Dick: Hey, those sweaters were stylish.
Tim: I know. I've worn them myself.
Dick: . . . that HAD to be sarcastic.
Tim: it was cold!
Dick: Marble isn't THAT interesting.
Tim: oh.
Dick: I thought they were fishers. :|a
Tim: yep. us and our birds. =|b
Dick: *Smirk*
Tim: Obviously men of many talents.
Dick: Well some birds do eat fish. :|a
Tim: Feeerrreeeeeeeeett
Dick: (nananananananananananananana)
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Tim: biff. |D
Dick: Atomic batteries to power. :|
Tim: Turbines to speed. =|
Dick: *Nomnomnom* Just POSSIBLE?
Tim: Super-instant mesmerizer. Just possible. =|b
Tim: ... don't they only need ONE exit?
Dick: Especially since they're parked out on the street . . .
Tim: WHATish?
Dick: The cowl's not technically a hat, though. :|a
Dick: It's . . . a cowl.
Tim: Neither is the helmet, is it? =\a
Dick: Guess you have to loosen your standards to fit the crime sometimes. :|a
Tim: I can't tell if she's freaked out or just airheaded.
Dick: Airheaded. They all are. :\
Tim: Must be all the mercury.
Dick: Except that magician woman. :|
Tim: She was from outta town. =|b
Dick: Right. :|b
Tim: what
Dick: . . .
Tim: . . .
Tim: President Ferret
Tim: |D
Dick: This is one of those "It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing" cases. :\
Tim: Looks like. Also is eyebrows are the stuff of arachnophobic nightmares.
Tim: ... mercury poisoning.
Dick: Yeah, she seems really terrified. :|
Tim: bahaha, I love the crowd.
Tim: Dude, it's the Ferretcar! Quick, take a picture of me standing on it
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: Go lady go! /o/
Tim: hit them with your purse
Dick: Hurry, before they casually walk in a vaguely hurried manner away!
Tim: >D
Dick: Those dang commies.
Tim: capitalism will always prevai- GOSH FERRET SURE
Dick: *Noogie*
Tim: >D bahahahaha
Tim: nnrgh >D
Tim: *whee, theme music*
Tim: they really should get those tires checked.
Tim: ... so inspiring, Fearless Ferret.
Dick: . . . oh yeah, erecting a statue of the guy that put them in jail will inspire them, alright.
Tim: Like they weren't all spending the time on breakout plans ANYway
Tim: yes thank you, weasel, for reminding us of actual victims =|b
Dick: :|b
Tim: Priorities. =|b And with the crowd that car always attracts.
Dick: This is why we park it in the dark alleyways when we can. :|b
Tim: =|b Keeps people from being fried by security. Also nice facial hair.
Tim: .... o.O DUDE
Dick: . . . yeah RIGHT.
Tim: the- the draperies are fantastic.
Tim: yeah, but look. Ferret-draperies.
Tim: Thank you, Obvious Alliteration Wonder
Dick: *Elbow*
Tim: ZAP! *finger-guns the screen*
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: ... oops.
Tim: *facepalm*
Dick: *Facepalm*
Tim: =// *I broke Bruce out of a freeze-gun to the head once*
Tim: pass the brownies?
Dick: *Passing*
Tim: *om nom nom these aren't so bad*
Dick: So it took the comment about the head of the statue for Ferret to figure out that the carrottop with the black beard wasn't the guy with the grey hair.
Tim: I GOT IT
Tim: *fistsmack*
Dick: *Snort*
Tim: He can't actually see out of that cowl.
Dick: *Snicker*
Tim: It's all a clever ruse!! =D
Dick: Well that explains why Wonder Weasel's always pointing out the obvious. :|b
Tim: He's a seeing-eyedekick!!
Dick: *Lowfive*
Tim: >D *back atcha*
Tim: I thought that was a detective hat. =|a
Dick: Holy sombrero. :|
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Dick: Ferreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Tim: Feeereeeeeeeeeeeeet
Tim: What does standing pat even mean
Tim: *snrk* enjoy ur electrocu---
Tim: *FACEPALM*
Dick: To not do anything. :|b
Tim: Is it... setting off fireworks?
Dick: I think it is.
Tim: Must make it easy to find.
Tim: They keep the international infrequency computer in the back. =|b
Dick: Gee, the Hatter? Behind some nefarious scheme? Who'd-a guessed. :|
Dick: And it has something to do with more kidnappings and hat-nappings. Imagine that. :|
Tim: I think a hang-up is the Ferret version of a bat-exit.
Tim: Shocking!
Tim: *SNRK* THANK YOU, ERIKS WONDER
Dick: *Snerk elbow*
Tim: How'd he know they all have hats? =|a
Dick: Because they wouldn't have a story otherwise. :|b
Tim: MAYBE SET UP A WATCH ON THE GUY OR SOMETHING, COMMISH
Tim: =|
Dick: Now WHY would they do something like that? :|
Tim: Oh hey Alfred gets to do his Alfred thing. *om nom*
Dick: Now you can see why this episode is pretty much called, "Fearless Ferret Does Nothing." :|b
Tim: Ahhhhhhhhh *enlightened*
Dick: Wonder if it has moose antlers on it. :|a
Tim: *snerk*
Tim: Alfred: smooth ninja in all the multiverse.
Dick: *No argument here* :|b
Tim: =|b Alfred: smartest dude in every multiverse.
Dick: *No argument about that either* :|b
Tim: ... =T Alfred: Totally gonna kick the Mad Hatter's mad butt?
Dick: Not even going to have to. :|b
Tim: =|b
Dick: . . . verile charm?
Tim: infective.
Tim: Like ebola.
Tim: awwwwwwwwww maaaaaaaaaan =/
Dick: :\
Tim: What's Ferret gotta do with a Ferret-transmitter?
Tim: Gee.
Tim: ... I think there was a JLA rogue with a raygun that could do that =|a
Dick: A VERY practical man.
Tim: Who doesn't feed his mooks.
Dick: Well he needs that money to fund his hat-napping.
Dick: Gas can get pretty expensive, y'know.
Tim: Not to mention super-instant mezmerising rays
FullMetal FLIK: And the repair bills.
Tim: *snerk* These scenes are awesome. *snuggle*
Dick: *Cuddle* They get captured awfully easily.
Tim: What they get for not taking the skylight.
Dick: Bat . . . towelwhip?
Tim: it's such LAZER NOISES this episode
Tim: yes. no.
Tim: Ferret towelwhip.
Tim: =|b
Dick: Oh right. :|a
Dick: *facepalm*
Tim: *eyeroll*
Tim: PAM!
Dick: Not just laser noises but cooking spray.
Tim: *tchh tchh, spraying gesture*
Dick: *Highfive*
Tim: ^5
Tim: did he just mesmerize the audience?
Dick: I think so. :|a
Tim: @.@ *faints dramatically on you* \o\~
Dick: *Smirk* Don't make me have you cluck like a chicken.
Tim: Could always quack like a duck! 8D
Dick: *Smirk*
Tim: *is still dramatically fainted all over you, just long enough to snag popcorn*
Dick: *Is not gonna move you anyway*
Tim: Hey, they're Robin cheerleaders. =|a
Tim: *snicker* gotta license for those guns, weasel wonder?
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: ...
Tim: coins in a vending machine is JOKER?
Tim: You're sure it's not...
Tim: a broken...
Tim: vending machine?
Dick: Well that would be the OBVIOUS answer.
linadarkstar: IT'S COINS.
Tim: *waves hands expressively at the scree--* pffft MAYOR
Dick: Gotta wonder who went to the police over a vending machine giving them extra change.
Tim: Gotta wonder why the Commissioner didn't mention any details.
Tim: Ferreeeeeeeeeeeeet.
Dick: (nanananananananananananana)
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Tim: .... great. Now I'm trying to picture the Joker as a high-school student. =|a
Dick: You're probably better of not. :|b
Tim: I don't think he was EVER under thirty years old.
Tim: .... OH NO.
Tim: NOT STOCKS AND BONDS.
Dick: The horror!
Tim: what WILL they DO
Dick: . . . Ferret didn't know that?
Tim: ... maybe this is a rare instance of actual convincing secret ID cover.
Tim: . . . *looks at you*
Tim: Nahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: XDD
Tim: HAHAHAHA
Dick: He didn't park in an officially appointed- . . .
Tim: SORRY
Tim: WEASEL ISN'T WITH ME
Tim: BD *howling*
Dick: *NOOGIE*
Tim: *TICKLE* AHAHAHAHA
Dick: *TWITCHNOT.CRACKING.UP.BLAST*
Tim: hee hee hee =')
Dick: Brat. *Smirk*
Tim: you love it. ='D
Tim: .......
Tim: recruiting drive... via. broken. vending machines.
Dick: . . .
Tim: also who has EVER looked at that grin and thought 'Aw gee what a friendly guy'.
Dick: Can't say I know anyone.
Tim: o.O
Tim: alright. That was kind of. signature.
Dick: Except without the acid. :\
Tim: Rated G. =|b
Dick: True. :|b
Tim: *snerk* oh no. outwitted. on a loitering charge.
Tim: yeah, THAT doesn't require any explanation for the commish. =|b
Tim: ... thank you, Moralizing Ferret.
Dick: And don't forget to never go out after dark without a buddy and always wait an hour before you go swimming after eating. :|b
Tim: Here I thought it was only thirty minutes. Thanks, Moralizing Ferret! =|b
Tim: ... knew the part about the buddy though. *hi thar, it's cold and you're warm*
Dick: *Go go Wonderblanket!*
Tim: High-school dropouts who specialize in primitive robotics. =|b
Dick: Don't drop out of school, kids, or you'll end up helping Joker pull off lame jokes. :|
Tim: ... *chief cheerleader* ._.
Dick: *= automatic student council member wut?*
Tim: =| *okay, over it now.* Frickin' airheads.
Dick: . . . hey, she was doing pretty good before that.
Dick: Must've moved to Gotham from outta town. :|a
Tim: Only been here long enough to come up with a stupid cheer. =|a
Dick: A.P. Schoolfield?
Tim: *snerk*
Dick: That's subtle. :|
Tim: Subtle like a car that sounds like airport engines.
Tim: Know how they should know he's evil? =|a
Dick: But they don't question what a cheerleader's doing at the school in the middle of the night.
Tim: *she
Tim: No, dude
Tim: She's the only student who didn't immediately fangirl over the Weasel Wonder.
Dick: . . .
Dick: *NOOGIE*
Tim: Clear indicator. >D fdgfgnnnnnnn
Dick: . . . wow that's not obvious at all.
Tim: Because the laugh isn't gonna give anything away, yeah
Tim: Points for mocking the beergut!
Dick: *Snerk*
Dick: How are they getting that kind of power in a van?
Tim: what if it's nothing? =|a
Tim: Maybe it's powered by plot holes.
Tim: Or is that just what's making the ride bumpy. =|a
Dick: Then they have to listen to some more of those cheers. :|b
Dick: Maybe both. :|a
Dick: Milkmoney? :|a
Tim: Cowjuice.
Tim: As opposed to a guilty jukebox.
Tim: Playing Britney Spears. Execution without trial.
Dick: *Lowfive*
Tim: *v5*
Dick: Ouch!
Tim: *snicker* Gotta watch those projectile legcuffs.
Tim: I hear they bruise.
Tim: *dramatially holds his breath&
Tim: **
Tim: *Except oh wait, no*
Tim: Ferrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Dick: (nanananananananananananana)
Tim: nana nana nana nana
Tim: Ferrreeeeeet!
Tim: woops!
Tim: Ran outta plot holes.
Dick: No wait, there's still one left!
Dick: Why did the blackout affect the van?
Tim: It's powering that cop car?
Tim: ... maybe that it was made by his company?
Dick: *Snort voice distorter*
Tim: *snerk* So very distorting.
Dick: All that static.
Tim: ... dude.
Tim: Dude.
Tim: Is the Wonder Weasel gonna have to seduce a cheerleader. =Da
Dick: An anti-crime power generator.
Tim: Powered by pure anti-crime.
Dick: Maybe we should change the names of our toys. :|a
Dick: Anti-crime-a-rangs!
Tim: Anti-crime-grapple!
Dick: Anti-crime-cycle!
Tim: no, that just sounds stupid. =|b
Tim: Like you'd get it out of an anti-crime-vending machine.
Tim: ... immune to being Jokerized. =|b
Dick: *Snickering*
Tim: =D
Tim: Morning in the Batcave. =/a We sure that exists?
Dick: I demand proof. :|
Tim: ...maybe it's different for the Ferretcave.
Tim: NO. REALLY?
Dick: Must be. :|
Tim: oh no
Tim: Suzie
Tim: =|
Tim: ... she's not a redhead, what's his problem. =|a
Dick: *Snerkelbow*
Tim: *elbow, grin*
Dick: . . . I thought Wonder Weasel the second was the stalker. :|a
Tim: HE IS GONNA HAVE TO SEDUCE A CHEERLEADER \o/
Tim: called it
Tim: he is
Tim: but this is not a job for a stalk-asdgjkfbsfgd
Tim: it's a job
Tim: for
Tim: THE LEADER OF THE PACK.
Tim: *vroom vroom*
Tim: how many cows died for that outfit, Wonder Weasel
Tim: also that's a subtle tracker, right there.
Tim: ... smooth, wonder weasel
Dick: So all the no-goodnicks in town sit around in candy shops in expensive furs and tuxes.
Tim: Hives of scum and villainy.
Dick: That high end Canadian perfume.
Tim: ... Jokergas'd in 3...
Tim: ... SUBTLE.
Dick: :|b
Tim: =|b
Tim: best. stakeout. ever.
Dick: Can't just open the machine.
Tim: Nope
Tim: what... WERE they expecti--
Tim: that's
Tim: actually kind of awesome
Tim: he got that from his belt?
Dick: Magical Ferretspace. :|b
Tim: Dilligent for an evil chee----
Tim: disco tech?
Dick: Disco Tech.
Tim: Their nefarious rival school.
Dick: They like to distract the other teams with their huge collars and covering the ball hundreds of tiny mirrors.
Dick: *and by
Dick: *the ball in
Tim: =| So
Tim: they're basically like
Tim: Mirror Master High. =|b
Tim: SUP JOKER
Tim: YOUR CITY CALLED - what.
Tim: high school sports betting?
Dick: Somehow.
Dick: I wouldn't be surprised.
Tim: Oh wait
Tim: DisKo Tech.
Dick: Like an old shoe.
Tim: ... Full of Joker gas.
Dick: :|b
Tim: =/
Dick: . . . it's a ruse.
Tim: one would HOPE.
Tim: She's the only one who doesn't take his trick cigars.
Tim: I don't know if that city would survive without her.
Dick: *Facepaaaalm* Haven't they ever heard of water?
Tim: =|b Nice shadow.
Tim: Man dude. Universal antidote pills. =|b
Dick: *Snort*
Tim: nice decorations, weasel wonder
Dick: . . . y'know they run off without the crooks an awful lot. :|
Dick: . . . *no comment*
Tim: . . . *also no comment*
Tim: *broken home, unhappy childhood, Wayne Foundation for delinquents*
Tim: =|
Tim: Toldja he was gonna seduce a cheerleader.
Dick: *Streeeeeetch smirk* And all he had to do was wear a leather jacket.
Tim: I dunno, I bet she liked him better in shortpants and streamers.
Dick: *Whapsmirk*
Tim: *Smirk, fixes hair*
Tim: *PFFFFFFFFFFT*
Tim: ANOTHER WHAT
Dick: Side effect of too much Jokergas. :|b
Tim: . . . which, seeing sun in Gotham city or wearing six layers of mask?
Dick: Both. :|b
Tim: okay, CREEPY.
Tim: He looks like a jumping mannequin.
Dick: Who could that be?!
Tim: Why, none other!
Tim: THIS is a job for SUPERMAN.
Dick: *Smirk*
Dick: He doesn't know how to read? :|
Tim: *shrug* nana nana nana nana
Dick: Ferreeeeeeeeeeeet
Tim: jiminy?
Tim: Jiminy, yes?
Tim: *low* when you wiiish upon a ferreet...
Dick: *Just . . . speechless*
Tim: Freefall. =|b
Tim: They could learn a thing or two.
Dick: So could everyone that didn't notice that airbag being setup right outside the Commissioner's window. :|b
Tim: well yeah
Tim: they prob'ly figured it was a new feature on the Ferretcar.
Dick: The Anti-Crime Balloon.
Tim: Jiminy, you've got it! *fist-thump*
Tim: nice carrot-top.
Dick: He's not too committed to this opposite thing, is he?
Tim: Seems more into the alliteration.
Dick: Like everyone else in town. :|b
Tim: Don't know what you mean by THAT, Weasel Wonder.
Tim: See? The hangup is totally his Ferret-exit.
Dick: No style. :|b
Tim: ... *facepalm*
Dick: *ditto*
Tim: ... car-hood riding. They COULD learn a thing or two.
Tim: So what was the point of hopping in the Ferretcar if she just jumped out then =|
Dick: Distraction. :|b
Tim: S'pose. =| *snrk*
Tim: Stylish sleeping gas.
Dick: Matches the . . . every other gas. :|b
Tim: Except for how it's powdered blue. =|b
Dick: I dunno, looked like a kind of aquamarine to me. :|a
Tim: You're the artist. *shrug*
Dick: *Eyebrow* I am?
Tim: =D All that circus design sense.
Dick: *Snerk*
Tim: ... *snrk*
Tim: Hey Alfred
Dick: . . . mooching off of Alfred.
Dick: That's low.
Tim: can I get an advance on my allowance this wee-
Tim: ^5
Dick: ^5
Tim: I know I always label my storehouses like bait.
Dick: Gotta make sure those supervillains know EXACTLY where to not break into.
Tim: It's vital, even. Nice hair.
Tim: *SNERK*
Tim: That's IT?
Dick: What about that anti-drug pill?
Tim: Only for special occasions.
Dick: Can't waste it on the criminals.
Dick: Even when time's running out.
Tim: Isn't there already... Riddler, right.
Tim: . . . *no comment on rehab*
Dick: *It works . . . sometimes :\*
Tim: *yeah but the guy this guy is based off of?*
Tim: =| Nefarious plans.
Tim: No other kind.
Dick: The nefariousest.
Dick: . . .
Tim: . . . thank you, moralizing ferre- is he ACTUALLY
Dick: He is.
Tim: *facepalm!*
Tim: ... really.
Tim: Really?
Tim: REALLY.
Dick: Surprised he didn't get himself a mustache to twirl.
Tim: He probably has one
Tim: UNDER the mask
Dick: Where's Dudley Dooright when you need him?
Tim: Keep workin' on that epoxy, Penelope--
Tim: *highfive*
Dick: *highfive*
Dick: (nanananananananananananananana)
Tim: Ferrreeeeeeeeet
Tim: Ferret!
Dick: Rat Race.
Dick: They're going to be saved by rats in the subway.
Tim: WACKY Rat Race?
Tim: Can rats eat cement? =|a
Dick: Looks like bubblewrap to me. :|a
Tim: ... no, they're going to be saved by Alfred. =|b
Dick: I like that theory better. :|b
Tim: it IS bubblewrap.
Dick: Couldn't break out of it without setting off a small explosion. :|b
Tim: You mean 'To friends of Fearless Ferret' wasn't a reference to him and Wonder Weasel? =|a
Dick: I guess to anyone in general that might happen to care that he'd been tied to the subway tracks with bubblewrap. :|a
Tim: =|a Right so what was the actual MESSAGE for.
Dick: Don't try too hard to figure out their logic. It'll undo everything you ever learned as a toddler. :|b
Tim: |Db makes sense.
Dick: But . . . it was broadcasted by a commercial radio station . . .
Tim: What did we just say about figuring out their logic.
Dick: Oh right, I forgot. -.-b
Dick: *omnomnom brownies*
Tim: =|b
Tim: *om nom nom* these did turn out okay. Gotta try that again.
Dick: Let me know next time, I'll give you a hand.
Tim: =) sounds like a plan.
Dick: *Shiftshift gettin' moar comfy*
Tim: Is Ferret capable of out-falsing a six-year-old?
Tim: *shift sprawl 'sup u mai pillow, we basically never ended that hug huh*
Dick: *No complaints here*
Tim: *likewise
Tim: well-eqipped
Tim: Fold-out tote bags and everything.
Dick: :|b
Tim: And leave the midget to beat on the cop himself!
Dick: *Smirk* We leave you to beat on the badguys all the TIME.
Tim: *Smirk* Yeah, but I'm not a mook.
Dick: Point.
Tim: what, another one?
Dick: One's never enough. :|b
Tim: Why would it be?
Tim: why were they even hanging off the net.
Dick: The better question is: Do you REALLY want to know?
Tim: mmmmnah. *half-watching, snuggled.*
Tim: How would it be.
Dick: GASP.
Tim: GASP.
Dick: Scourge of Crime. That's a new one. :|a
Tim: *fff fell asleep on you*
Tim: *Anti-crime curl-up-on-you* snkzzzzzz...
Dick: *Too tired and comfortable to relocate us to the beds, so turning off the TV, moving what's left of the food back to the coffee table, and go go anti-crime blanket* G'night, Wonder Weasel. Thanks for saving the day again . . .