Hi guys,
Here's the DRAFT fanfic piece. Hope you have as much entertainment reading it as I did writing it. Enjoy! And comments please. Thanks.
Background: In this cross-over fanfic the world of the three little pigs collides with that of Little Red Riding Hood and more.
Disclaimer: The usual.
New Vocabulary: “Piggels” = pigs
Wolf wondered how to get at the pork inside the straw house. One look at him and the three pig-siblings had fled indoors. He tried a huff, but, being an asthmatic, his efforts had no effect on the house.
Joker, considering how to upset Batman’s world, was passing by and saw Wolf’s distress.
“You sorry looking mongrel, what’s your problem?” he asked.
“I’m hankering after pork sausages, but can’t get at the piggels within,” groaned Wolf, pointing at the house.
Joker thought for a time then said, “Use a bulldozer to flatten the house. You’ll have plenty of sausage meat then, my friend.”
Soon after, Wolf, sitting on a bulldozer, revved its engine to terrify the pigs. “I’m coming to get you,” he hissed, with Rambo macho. “I’m going to make mince meat out of you!”
The bulldozer lurched towards the house, Wolf laughing hysterically, for dinner would soon be in sight. Suddenly, Superman appeared and stopped the bulldozer with one hand.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and, next time, make your house more secure.”
“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner on the hoof escaping down the road.
When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a house of sticks. Good living had made them more rotund while Wolf had grown leaner. Wolf licked his lips in anticipation. But first he had to get at the porkers who, predictably, had fled indoors.
He tried a puff and a huff but the house remained standing. Wheezing, Wolf sat on the grass and burst into tears, his paws covering his face.
“Why, Wolf, what’s happened?” a voice asked.
Looking up, Wolf’s tears ebbed. “Puzzler! I’ve a hankering for roast pork and no way to get at the piggels,” he squealed, pointing at the house.
“Batman’s not on my tail, so I’ve time to help you,” Puzzler replied. He pondered the conundrum for awhile then declared “I’ve got it! Listen you sook, I’ll only tell you once. In the iron monger’s it lives and makes a meal out of anything combustible.”
Puzzler slapped Wolf on the back. “Figure that out and you’ll have roast pork.”
Wolf put two and two together and returned with a fiery torch. He was about to set the house alight when Superman appeared and snuffed out the flame.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and make your next house more secure.”
“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner roar down the road in an automobile.
When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a brick house complete with heated swimming pool. Predictably, the pigs fled indoors leaving a frustrated wolf to howl.
Meanwhile, Penguin, holding a balloon, was descending rapidly to earth. “Wolf, what’s wrong? I’ve given Batman the slip, so I’ve time to help.”
“I’m hankering after smoked pork, but the piggels are indoors,” Wolf said, pointing at the house.
“You can’t blow this one down,” Penguin commented. “But pigs like to keep warm. See the smoke coming out of the chimney? Bung it full of moist grass. The smoke filling the house will give you smoked pork.”
Wolf was carrying out the plan, laughing hysterically, when Superman appeared.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “I’ve had enough of you.” Grabbing Wolf by a leg, Superman spun him in the air then let him go.
“No, no, no!” shouted the flying wolf as he hurtled through the air, while down below his dinner waved him goodbye.
Wolf landed on his head in a dense forest. He found a path and followed an old woman and a little girl in a red cloak thingy all the way home.
Granny, spotting the canine, yelled, “Wolf!” and Red Riding Hood yelled, “Save us!” Rushing indoors, they left Wolf to collapse exhausted upon the ground.
A woodsman jumped out of the forest. “Did someone say ‘wolf’?” he asked, and spotting the canine, rushed to him, axe ready to deliver the fatal blow.
“Is this the end?” Wolf moaned. A wolf’s life was grim in Fairy Land.
Suddenly, Superman appeared. “Woodsman, he wasn’t supposed to land here.”
“Like the last one?” Red Riding Hood asked, running up.
“I’ve had a sore shoulder,” Superman apologised, “and didn’t fling him far enough.”
“Poor dear,” Granny said, standing next to him.
“Thank you, Granny,” Superman said.
“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Granny replied. “Look at that bump on Wolf’s head.”
“Can we keep Wolf, Granny?” the girl asked.
“No, you can’t, you misled girl. Remember that last wolf?” the woodsman said.
Granny patted Wolf. “He’s not like that one.”
“He’s a big sook,” the girl said.
“And fast turning vegetarian,” Wolf declared. “I can be anything you want me to be. Just don’t ask me to be a wolf. I’m no good at playing that role.”
“Of course you can stay,” Granny cried.
“But, be warned,” the woodsman cautioned, swinging his axe.
“It’s your lucky day, Wolf,” Superman said, flying off.
Wolf curled up on the veranda and ate a pork pie Granny had given him. “Home at last,” he purred to himself.
Here's the DRAFT fanfic piece. Hope you have as much entertainment reading it as I did writing it. Enjoy! And comments please. Thanks.
Background: In this cross-over fanfic the world of the three little pigs collides with that of Little Red Riding Hood and more.
Disclaimer: The usual.
New Vocabulary: “Piggels” = pigs
Wolf wondered how to get at the pork inside the straw house. One look at him and the three pig-siblings had fled indoors. He tried a huff, but, being an asthmatic, his efforts had no effect on the house.
Joker, considering how to upset Batman’s world, was passing by and saw Wolf’s distress.
“You sorry looking mongrel, what’s your problem?” he asked.
“I’m hankering after pork sausages, but can’t get at the piggels within,” groaned Wolf, pointing at the house.
Joker thought for a time then said, “Use a bulldozer to flatten the house. You’ll have plenty of sausage meat then, my friend.”
Soon after, Wolf, sitting on a bulldozer, revved its engine to terrify the pigs. “I’m coming to get you,” he hissed, with Rambo macho. “I’m going to make mince meat out of you!”
The bulldozer lurched towards the house, Wolf laughing hysterically, for dinner would soon be in sight. Suddenly, Superman appeared and stopped the bulldozer with one hand.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and, next time, make your house more secure.”
“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner on the hoof escaping down the road.
When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a house of sticks. Good living had made them more rotund while Wolf had grown leaner. Wolf licked his lips in anticipation. But first he had to get at the porkers who, predictably, had fled indoors.
He tried a puff and a huff but the house remained standing. Wheezing, Wolf sat on the grass and burst into tears, his paws covering his face.
“Why, Wolf, what’s happened?” a voice asked.
Looking up, Wolf’s tears ebbed. “Puzzler! I’ve a hankering for roast pork and no way to get at the piggels,” he squealed, pointing at the house.
“Batman’s not on my tail, so I’ve time to help you,” Puzzler replied. He pondered the conundrum for awhile then declared “I’ve got it! Listen you sook, I’ll only tell you once. In the iron monger’s it lives and makes a meal out of anything combustible.”
Puzzler slapped Wolf on the back. “Figure that out and you’ll have roast pork.”
Wolf put two and two together and returned with a fiery torch. He was about to set the house alight when Superman appeared and snuffed out the flame.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “With my x-ray vision I know what’s inside the house and what you’re planning to do.” Speaking to the pigs, he said, “Be on your way and make your next house more secure.”
“No, no, no!” shouted Wolf, watching his dinner roar down the road in an automobile.
When Wolf met the pigs again they were living in a brick house complete with heated swimming pool. Predictably, the pigs fled indoors leaving a frustrated wolf to howl.
Meanwhile, Penguin, holding a balloon, was descending rapidly to earth. “Wolf, what’s wrong? I’ve given Batman the slip, so I’ve time to help.”
“I’m hankering after smoked pork, but the piggels are indoors,” Wolf said, pointing at the house.
“You can’t blow this one down,” Penguin commented. “But pigs like to keep warm. See the smoke coming out of the chimney? Bung it full of moist grass. The smoke filling the house will give you smoked pork.”
Wolf was carrying out the plan, laughing hysterically, when Superman appeared.
“Bad Wolf!” he chided. “I’ve had enough of you.” Grabbing Wolf by a leg, Superman spun him in the air then let him go.
“No, no, no!” shouted the flying wolf as he hurtled through the air, while down below his dinner waved him goodbye.
Wolf landed on his head in a dense forest. He found a path and followed an old woman and a little girl in a red cloak thingy all the way home.
Granny, spotting the canine, yelled, “Wolf!” and Red Riding Hood yelled, “Save us!” Rushing indoors, they left Wolf to collapse exhausted upon the ground.
A woodsman jumped out of the forest. “Did someone say ‘wolf’?” he asked, and spotting the canine, rushed to him, axe ready to deliver the fatal blow.
“Is this the end?” Wolf moaned. A wolf’s life was grim in Fairy Land.
Suddenly, Superman appeared. “Woodsman, he wasn’t supposed to land here.”
“Like the last one?” Red Riding Hood asked, running up.
“I’ve had a sore shoulder,” Superman apologised, “and didn’t fling him far enough.”
“Poor dear,” Granny said, standing next to him.
“Thank you, Granny,” Superman said.
“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Granny replied. “Look at that bump on Wolf’s head.”
“Can we keep Wolf, Granny?” the girl asked.
“No, you can’t, you misled girl. Remember that last wolf?” the woodsman said.
Granny patted Wolf. “He’s not like that one.”
“He’s a big sook,” the girl said.
“And fast turning vegetarian,” Wolf declared. “I can be anything you want me to be. Just don’t ask me to be a wolf. I’m no good at playing that role.”
“Of course you can stay,” Granny cried.
“But, be warned,” the woodsman cautioned, swinging his axe.
“It’s your lucky day, Wolf,” Superman said, flying off.
Wolf curled up on the veranda and ate a pork pie Granny had given him. “Home at last,” he purred to himself.
Thats really good. Love the crossover
ReplyDeletewow! thats brilliant! i love it!
ReplyDeletei love how you incorporated so many different stories.
i don't really know anything about batman but you still made it really easy to follow.
i have no idea how you thought up that whole storyline but the crossover was great =]
I have no critique to give you
you should be very proud =]
That's a very good story and I love it!
ReplyDeletehey! Thats is sooo cool i also like the different stories incvolved. I thought the wolf having asthma was a classic! good work!!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHi guys
ReplyDelete*THANKS* for the encouragement!!!!
Can’t stand “red cloak thingy” though any suggestions? Of course she WOULD wear one – how unfashionable!!
I think you need to change it to.... to be honest it doesn't fit right in the story... you can even change it to just red cloak you don't need the "thingy" part.. you could say in a lovely shiny red cloak or just shiney cloak.
ReplyDeleteHope this helps! :)
i think you should change it too, maybe to in a birght red shiny coat!!
ReplyDeleteother than that your story is great!!
thanks for that guys - have made the change.
ReplyDeleteAlthough Puzzler did appear in the 1960s Batman tv series, do you think Riddler is the more well known of the two nowadays?? If so, should I change the character's name??
when I read this"Wolf sat on the grass and burst into tears, his paws covering his face", it is so interesting, I am smiled. I can imagine the wolf's face is like that, haha.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I agree with Cherushii, your story incorporated several different stories and they are connected very well. You have good imagination!
But, when wolf swore that he would change to a vegetarian in the future, why in the end of the story, he still ate a pork pie coming from Granny?
From your story, the wolf is a poorest creature indeed, everybody could bully and cheat him, maybe he needs a little sympathization as well. After all, he made up his mind to change to anything good. That means, we should give him an opportunity, isn't it?:-)
I like this story, from it I learned something new which is totally different from what I heard before. Thank you.
I've changed the wording in the vegetarian bit.
ReplyDeleteGood point, Yan Qui!!!
Hey
ReplyDeleteBefore Wolf curls up on the veranda, do you think he should have a bath first? He'd probably need it don't you think???