Horribly Familiar 4/4
anonymous
August 15 2012, 04:14:03 UTC
“No!” he cried angrily, desperately, “Wrong! Perry the Platypus y-you can’t foil that scheme, because you’ll be too busy with this!” He ran over to today’s inator and yanked away the sheet with a flourish. “Behold! The Gravyinator!”
Dr. Horrible laughed. Not his fearsome evil laugh, but the breathless chuckle-snort of a man who has just seen the last thing he expected to see and can’t get over the silliness of it.
“A Gravy Ray?” he said when he finally caught his breath, “Really?”
“Gravyinator,” said Heinz, “And mind your own business!”
“Well, Perry the Platypus,” said Dr. Horrible, “There you have it. You can either keep riding the Gravy Train here or come fight a real menace. What’s it gonna be?”
“Weren’t you leaving?” Doofenshmirtz snapped, “And that doesn’t even make sense! That’s not what ‘Gravy Train’ means!” Horrible shrugged.
Heinz understood; Horrible would stick around long enough to watch Perry the Platypus pick him so he could rub it in his face. Real mature. Well, Heinz planned to maintain some dignity; he’d make sure both of them were gone for good before he started crying. He wondered if this was how Perry felt when he caught him with Peter the Panda.
Both men watched the platypus intently until at last the Freeze Ray wore off and he fell to the ground. He stood, brushed himself off, and stayed where he was a moment, stealing glances at both men, thinking.
Doofenshmirtz was sweating buckets. He’d kill to get a glimpse of what was going through Perry’s mind. Though Horrible kept much cooler, he felt the same way.
Neither would’ve guessed Perry was trying to remember whether or not O.W.C.A. had the Council of Champions’s phone number. He was pretty sure they did, so all he’d have to do was report this to Monogram and by the time Horrible got to L.A. the local heroes would be ready for him. But if they didn’t… Well, the Council had to have a website or something, didn’t it? Carl was good with that stuff; he’d find a way to get them the message.
With no more time to lose, Agent P sprang into action: He jumped up and soared through the lab, delivering Dr. Doofenshmirtz a flying kick to the chin on his way to a landing on the Gravyinator’s control panel.
“What?!” cried Dr. Horrible. Doofenshmirtz couldn’t help chuckling a little as he sat up and rubbed his bruising chin.
“A-alright,” said Dr. Horrible, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady, “Fine! Y’know what? This scheme was obviously too evil for you anyway. You couldn’t handle it. You know who can? Johnny Snow! Heard of him? He’s a hero in L.A.” He nodded emphatically in a way that tempted Heinz to call “Johnny” made up. “Fights crime with an ice beam.”
“Wouldn’t that be a Freeze Ra-”
“Do you have an ice beam, Perry the Platypus? No? Didn’t think so!” Horrible flipped a switch on his jetpack and the rockets roared to life. He yelled something else, but it was drowned out by the noise, and then he flew away.
For a moment Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus paused to watch him. Several blocks away he got caught on what appeared to be the biggest kite ever, but he kept going anyway, taking it with him, far away from its creators and any potential spectators.
“Anyway,” said Doofenshmirtz awkwardly, standing up and rubbing his neck. Perry shook his head, as if to dislodge the whole incident from his mind, and turned his attention back to the Gravyinator’s control panel. It had several rows of buttons of various colors, none of which were labeled.
“How do you like that, Perry the Platypus?” said Heinz, “Only I know what each of those buttons does, so you won’t be able to just hit the Self-Destruct button this ti-no, wait! Not that one!” The platypus’s finger hovered over the biggest and reddest of the buttons. How did he guess so quickly?
Smiling, Perry the Platypus pushed the Self-Destruct button and sprang backwards just in time to dodge the explosion. Another leap and he was hang-gliding out through the hole Horrible left in the wall.
As he watched him glide away, Heinz had to say it, because he always did, but this time he was smiling, and there wasn’t any rancor left in his voice: “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”
Re: Horribly Familiar 4/4
anonymous
August 15 2012, 21:33:32 UTC
OMG, this was the fill I never knew I wanted!! Seriously, I never would've thought of this crossover in a zillion years! This was so damn funny and clever, each character written so wonderfully IC that I could hear their voices in my head as I read! Wow! OP is a lucky lucky prompter :D Fantastic work!! This really made my day! XD
Re: Horribly Familiar 4/4contrary_izybelAugust 17 2012, 03:38:08 UTC
Oh. Wow. This was perfect. Dare I say, horribly perfect? Haha, that's never funny. But seriously this was amazing and I loved the interaction with all the characters and your voice for Dr. Horrible was perfect. I loved the dialogue. You're amazing. You win all the awards.
Re: Horribly Familiar 4/4radondoranAugust 28 2012, 10:02:04 UTC
Sorry it took me so long to read and comment on this. This is great! Thank you so much for the fill! I love the argument over the Freeze Ray, and I love Doof's nervousness when he's afraid Perry the Platypus is going to pick Horrible over him. "[H]e’d make sure both of them were gone for good before he started crying." Awwwww.
Dr. Horrible laughed. Not his fearsome evil laugh, but the breathless chuckle-snort of a man who has just seen the last thing he expected to see and can’t get over the silliness of it.
“A Gravy Ray?” he said when he finally caught his breath, “Really?”
“Gravyinator,” said Heinz, “And mind your own business!”
“Well, Perry the Platypus,” said Dr. Horrible, “There you have it. You can either keep riding the Gravy Train here or come fight a real menace. What’s it gonna be?”
“Weren’t you leaving?” Doofenshmirtz snapped, “And that doesn’t even make sense! That’s not what ‘Gravy Train’ means!” Horrible shrugged.
Heinz understood; Horrible would stick around long enough to watch Perry the Platypus pick him so he could rub it in his face. Real mature. Well, Heinz planned to maintain some dignity; he’d make sure both of them were gone for good before he started crying. He wondered if this was how Perry felt when he caught him with Peter the Panda.
Both men watched the platypus intently until at last the Freeze Ray wore off and he fell to the ground. He stood, brushed himself off, and stayed where he was a moment, stealing glances at both men, thinking.
Doofenshmirtz was sweating buckets. He’d kill to get a glimpse of what was going through Perry’s mind. Though Horrible kept much cooler, he felt the same way.
Neither would’ve guessed Perry was trying to remember whether or not O.W.C.A. had the Council of Champions’s phone number. He was pretty sure they did, so all he’d have to do was report this to Monogram and by the time Horrible got to L.A. the local heroes would be ready for him. But if they didn’t… Well, the Council had to have a website or something, didn’t it? Carl was good with that stuff; he’d find a way to get them the message.
With no more time to lose, Agent P sprang into action: He jumped up and soared through the lab, delivering Dr. Doofenshmirtz a flying kick to the chin on his way to a landing on the Gravyinator’s control panel.
“What?!” cried Dr. Horrible. Doofenshmirtz couldn’t help chuckling a little as he sat up and rubbed his bruising chin.
“A-alright,” said Dr. Horrible, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady, “Fine! Y’know what? This scheme was obviously too evil for you anyway. You couldn’t handle it. You know who can? Johnny Snow! Heard of him? He’s a hero in L.A.” He nodded emphatically in a way that tempted Heinz to call “Johnny” made up. “Fights crime with an ice beam.”
“Wouldn’t that be a Freeze Ra-”
“Do you have an ice beam, Perry the Platypus? No? Didn’t think so!” Horrible flipped a switch on his jetpack and the rockets roared to life. He yelled something else, but it was drowned out by the noise, and then he flew away.
For a moment Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus paused to watch him. Several blocks away he got caught on what appeared to be the biggest kite ever, but he kept going anyway, taking it with him, far away from its creators and any potential spectators.
“Anyway,” said Doofenshmirtz awkwardly, standing up and rubbing his neck. Perry shook his head, as if to dislodge the whole incident from his mind, and turned his attention back to the Gravyinator’s control panel. It had several rows of buttons of various colors, none of which were labeled.
“How do you like that, Perry the Platypus?” said Heinz, “Only I know what each of those buttons does, so you won’t be able to just hit the Self-Destruct button this ti-no, wait! Not that one!” The platypus’s finger hovered over the biggest and reddest of the buttons. How did he guess so quickly?
Smiling, Perry the Platypus pushed the Self-Destruct button and sprang backwards just in time to dodge the explosion. Another leap and he was hang-gliding out through the hole Horrible left in the wall.
As he watched him glide away, Heinz had to say it, because he always did, but this time he was smiling, and there wasn’t any rancor left in his voice: “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”
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Now I want to watch Dr. Horrible again.
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