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Noir Upton: Conclusion

(if you’d like to read previous chapters, use the tag cloud to the right.  you can also see Upton and the plumber on the About page)

Boogie mushed with all her might, her mane whipping in the wind and the plumbers face.  Babyface “beanpaw: Upton held on for dear life, his soft padded paws claspsed tightly to the giraffe’s neck, the rest of him hrizontal.  Somehow, it was not long before the  trio caught up with the plumbers van, crawling slowly through the downtown traffic.
“Quick, put me in tyour hood!” Upton said.
“Why? Are we going to the video store?”
:Just do it!  You’ll see”
The plumber took Upton and stuffed him into the hood of his sweatshirt.  There would be no rentals tonight.
“Boogie, halt!”  Upton yelled, his momentum launching him theough the air as Boogie stopped.  He sailed and sailed, flying truer than any stuffed animal had ever flown before.  He flew truer than a Goo-ooesy…
“Weeee!” an annoying girl said, watching from the artsy lounge along the street.
…and landed atop the fleeing van, his soft fur furnishing most of the impact.  Upton crawled forward on top of the plumbers van, eventually reaching the  cab.  Swining in with a swagger no monkey could mimick, he broke the glass of the passenger side window with two bean paws and took control of his  immediate vicinity.
Only to have the driver, a harbor seal with white wiskers and a lazy eye, try to bit his face off.
<<Haaaarumph!!!>>>
“The van swerved and righted itself again, the harbor seal coming in for another bite.
<<Hhaamph!>>
“Hey, jeerkface!  Stop that!” Upton demanded, squashing his bonless body downward just in time to avoid the powerful jaws.
The harbor seal stopped, a cocked, empty glance on his face.  It was only then thaty Upton realized the seal was a flunkie.  A schmoe.  A hand-puppet.  Uptons little eyes followed the hand to the the arm to the face of none other than…
“Boss-Mommy!  What are you doing stealing Daddy’s van?  We need it!”
Boss-Mommy, playfullying biting upton’s entire head with the harbor seal, said “I know Upton-Cakes, but we’re going to the source.  We’re going to the drink well factory!”
“Ooo.  Mommy I’m scared!”  Babby face beanpaw upton said, putting both paws up to has face in worry.
“Uppy.  It’ll be okay.  Remember what we got in the back!”
Upton took a glance into the back of the van through the narrow window and squeled.
“Mommy, will you let me ride one?”
“Maybe.  Once we get there.  And only if daddy brought your saddle.”
Boogie had no trobule keeping up with the van as it snaked through downtown traffic, before finalyly arriving at the powfder blue factory that was the drink well fountain company,.  The plumber reached the back of the van just as Boss Mommy did.  “I should have suspected as much.” the plumber said.
“I told you I was going to head this way.  You never listen.”
Upton gave a firm beanpaw to the plumber’s face.  “Yeah Daddy!”
“Ow!”
“You can make it up to mme, if only you’ve brought my saddle.” Upton said.
The plumber, not to disappoint, opened the back of his van.
“Oh, Daddy Daddy!” Upton yippeed, as the heroic, montrous, cat called Poochie hopped out with a hiss.
“Hop on while you can, Uppy!” Boss Mommy said.
Upton leapt, throwing himself atop the mightly Poochie, only to have her take off straight for the factory- there was much thirst to be quenched.  Thirst for justice.   Thirst for vengeance.   Thirst for plot.
Ut that was not all that leapt out of the plumbers van.  Valiant, terrible, terrible tabby Benny rrrt-rrrted and followed Poochie toward the goal.  They would drink the drink wells dry for the last time.
Boss Mommy spoke, “Come Douglases, join the fight!”
And out of the van came Merry Douglas, red and green stripes in all, and Pumpkin Douglas, her orange skin standing on edfge, and lastly, Cloudy with a Chance of Douglas, the grey kitten of innumerable power.
Together, the cats and humans stormed the dirnkwell factory, destroying every fountain in its place and ensuring that never again would the profit of one outweigh the thirst of the many.
The streets of the citty were slick again, as a heavy rain fell.  There was always something to dry up the mess, and that was Babyfave “Beanpaw” Upton.

Boogie mushed with all her might, her mane whipping in the wind and the plumbers face.  Babyface “beanpaw: Upton held on for dear life, his soft padded paws claspsed tightly to the giraffe’s neck, the rest of him hrizontal.
Somehow, it was not long before the  trio caught up with the plumbers van, crawling slowly through the downtown traffic.
“Quick, put me in tyour hood!” Upton said.
“Why? Are we going to the video store?”
:Just do it!  You’ll see”
The plumber took Upton and stuffed him into the hood of his sweatshirt.  There would be no rentals tonight.
“Boogie, halt!”  Upton yelled, his momentum launching him theough the air as Boogie stopped.  He sailed and sailed, flying truer than any stuffed animal had ever flown before.  He flew truer than a Goo-ooesy…
“Weeee!” an annoying girl said, watching from the artsy lounge along the street.
…and landed atop the fleeing van, his soft fur furnishing most of the impact.  Upton crawled forward on top of the plumbers van, eventually reaching the  cab.  Swining in with a swagger no monkey could mimick, he broke the glass of the passenger side window with two bean paws and took control of his  immediate vicinity.
Only to have the driver, a harbor seal with white wiskers and a lazy eye, try to bit his face off.
<<Haaaarumph!!!>>>
“The van swerved and righted itself again, the harbor seal coming in for another bite.
<<Hhaamph!>>
“Hey, jeerkface!  Stop that!” Upton demanded, squashing his bonless body downward just in time to avoid the powerful jaws.
The harbor seal stopped, a cocked, empty glance on his face.
It was only then thaty Upton realized the seal was a flunkie.  A schmoe.  A hand-puppet.  Uptons little eyes followed the hand to the the arm to the face of none other than…
“Boss-Mommy!  What are you doing stealing Daddy’s van?  We need it!”
Boss-Mommy, playfullying biting upton’s entire head with the harbor seal, said “I know Upton-Cakes, but we’re going to the source.  We’re going to the drink well factory!”
“Ooo.  Mommy I’m scared!”  Babby face beanpaw upton said.
“Uppy.  It’ll be okay.  Remember what we got in the back!”
Upton took a glance into the back of the van through the narrow window and squeled.
“Mommy, will you let me ride one?”
“Maybe.  Once we get there.  And only if daddy brought your saddle.”

Boogie had no trobule keeping up with the van as it snaked through downtown traffic, before finalyly arriving at the powfder blue factory that was the drink well fountain company,.
The plumber reached the back of the van just as Boss Mommy did.
“I should have suspected as much.” the plumber said.
“I told you I was going to head this way.  You never listen.”
Upton gave a firm beanpaw to the plumber’s face.
“Ow!”
“You can make it up to mme, if only you’ve brought my saddle.” Upton said.
The plumber, not to disappoint, opened the back of his van.
“Oh, Daddy Daddy!” Upton yippeed, as the heroic, montrous, cat called Poochie hopped out with a hiss.
“Hope on while you can, Uppy!” Boss Mommy said.
Upton leapt, throwing himself atop the mightly Poochie, only to have her take off straight for the factory- there was much thirst to be quenched.  Thirst for justice.   Thirst for vengeance.   Thirst for plot.
Ut that was not all that leapt out of the plumbers van.  Valiant, terrible, terrible tabby Benny rrrt-rrrted and followed Poochie toward the goal.  They would drink the drink wells dry for the last time.
Boss Mommy spoke, “Come Douglases, join the fight!”
And out of the van came Merry Douglas, red and green stripes in all, and Pumpkin Douglas, her orange skin standing on edfge, and lastly, Cloudy with a Change of Douglas, the grey kitten of innumerable power.
Together, the cats and humans stormed the dirnkwell factory, destroying every fountain in its place and ensuring that never again would the profit of one outweigh the thirst of the many.
The streets of the citty were slick again, as a heavy rain fell.  There was always something to dry up the mess, and that was Babyfave “Beanpaw” Upton.

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Written by brianmz

January 30, 2010 at 5:52 pm

4 Responses

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  1. Upton and I apologize for WordPress’s terrible formatting. If will post the entire document soonish

    brianmz

    January 30, 2010 at 5:54 pm

  2. I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed the conclusion to the tale. So much that although it was printed twice I kept reading! I’m proud of your hard work at committing to a daily task such as yours for a whole year!

    M

    Mandy

    January 31, 2010 at 4:21 pm

  3. It’s hard to believe the story is ending.

    lm

    January 31, 2010 at 10:11 pm

  4. hoorah

    jimmy

    February 1, 2010 at 7:46 am


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