[In the not too distant future…]
Bridge, the Satellite of Love
The sequence opens showing Crow and Tom Servo bashing each other with inflated soccer-boppers attached to their arms. Mike Nelson enters at the right wearing his usual jumpsuit. He pauses for a moment, silently watching the two robots beat the heck out of each other, then turns and faces Cambot.
Mike: Oh hi! Welcome to the Satellite of Love.
Mike blinks at this statement, then looks over at the bots as Crow punches Tom, sending him flying out of view. A metallic crash is heard.
Mike: Though we may be changing it's name fairly soon.
Mike grimaces in glumness at the audience.
Mike: I hoping for a tension release kind of thing here.
Crow: It was! For me anyway.
Tom hovers drunkenly back into view, moaning.
Tom: What'd you put in that balloon? Rocks?!
Crow whistles innocently. Suddenly the Mads light flashes.
Crow: It's Demona's ugly mother in law!
Mike hits the button.
Pearl Forrester stands in the foreground, flanked by the Brain Guy and Bobo. She notices Tom's unsteady hovering and smiled wickedly.
Pearl: Aww! Does the little wobot have a headache? GOOD!!!
Tom: OWW! (Covers his dome with his flex-arms)
Mike: You're mean Pearl!
Pearl: (sweet smile) I know dear. Are you three ready for the fic I've prepared for you today?
All: NO!
Pearl: (evil smile) Wonderful! Fire away Brain Guy!
Brain: Yes Madam.
A zapping sound is heard and the klaxons blare.
All: AAAHHHH! WE'VE GOT FANFIC SIGN!!!!!
[Door sequence…]
The three take their seats in the theater.
Crow: What is this, Bible class?
Crow: It's the evil serpent!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Buena Vista, not me. Mike, the Bots, et.al are the property of Best Brains, Inc. I hold no claim to them either. King Andrew, T’Gomn,
Phalebus, Nikolus and all the Palace Staff not seen in the show are mine,
though. If you want to use them, please ask or I’ll have no choice but to
release the hounds on you.
Tom: (M. Burns voice) Excellent, excellent!
Summary: How did the first Gargoyles come about in a world of humans?
Crow: Loose ethics and interbreeding!
Mike: Crow! (whap!)
Warning: Contains Excessive Violence
All: Yay!!
Lexington smiled as he tucked little Alex into bed, then looked down watching
the infant smiling and laughing at his guardian. It was obvious they shared a
bond, Lex and Alex.
Crow: Male bonding!
Mike: You sicken me.
Crow: It's my goal in life.
"It’s time for me to sleep, isn’t it Uncle Lex?"
Tom: He's talking like that at that age?
Lexington grinned fondly.
Mike: My, what big teeth you have!
Tom: The better to shred you with, my dear!
Alex had learned to speak two months ago, and he was amazingly fluent for
someone his age.
Tom: Ya think?
Lexington supposed his magical heritage had something to do with it.
Crow: That, and he swallowed a dictionary.
Mike: That's impossible.
Crow: The Archmage ate the Grimorum didn't he.
Mike: Um…read.
"Yeah."
Alex yawned. He was getting sleepy already, even though it was only 6:30 PM.
"That’s a good kid. You want Uncle Lex to tell you a bedtime story?"
Tom: (as Alex) Yeah! The Brother's Grimm! It's nice and bloody!
Alex nodded. "Yes, Uncle Lexington. I’d love to hear a bedtime story right now."
Lexington nodded and began his tale, a well known
Tom: Typo!
among his species
Crow: A well known typo?
Tom: Shut up!
that had been passed down from generation to generation.
Tom: It's part of their oral tradition.
Crow: What other kinds of oral traditions…(WHAP) Ow!
As he told it, he could see it in his mind, as though he was jumping backward in time and seeing it for real.
"It happened a long, long time ago in a Scotland Castle that overlooked the
sea."
All: Oohh!
* * * * *
Castle Wyvern
Scotland
374 A.D.
Sitting on his throne,
Crow: Also known as the toilet.
observing his servants, King Andrew watched his advisor,
Mike: Merlin!
Tom: Gandalf
Crow: Billy Graham!
(The others look at Crow oddly)
Crow: (defensive) He was on every night this week!
T’Gomn,
All: Bless you!
returning from his daily chore of
Crow: Cleaning chamber pots!
working his magic
Crow: Oh.
for the good.
Tom: He worked his magic for evil on weekends.
Their home was on rocky soil,
Crow: Adrian!!
and the homes around them and on the beach below had difficulty raising crops and making food.
Crow: Poor them.
T’Gomn would work his magic on the land, sprinkling special powders on the dirt
and chanting spells that
Tom: Did nothing but sound impressive.
made life easier for the farmers of this great land to get by.
Mike: If it's great, why are people starving?
The sorcerer would always return to the palace to give King Andrew his status report on the condition of the hard-working village nearby.
Tom: (as T'Gomn) They're lazy-ass bastards. Kill 'em!
Pleased as always to see his trusted friend,
Crow: Who was a lot more then just a friend.
Mike: (warning glance at Crow)
Andrew pulled himself into a standing position
Tom: He's really fat!
and motioned to the guards keeping watch over the entrance.
Crow: They don't want anyone interuppting them while the mage works his special magic (wink)
Mike: (whaps Crow) That's enough.
"Open the doors, for T’Gomn is here!"
Tom: How could he see him if the doors are closed?
Mike: He's royalty.
Tom: Oh.
Complying with their Majesty’s wishes, the soldiers turned away from him to grab
Crow: The harem girls!
Mike: He doesn't have any.
Crow: All royalty has harem girls! It comes with the crown!
the brass rings and, slowly straining their muscles, eyes closed and teeth
clenched in their struggle, pulled the doors open, making a loud scratching
sound as the hard metal scraped the floor.
Tom: So the doors are heavy, huh?
Mike: Nah, the guards are old and infirm.
Dressed in the flowing white robe of the Magus, T’Gomn stepped into the large
throne room and nodded at the crowned subject of royalty who stood a hundred
feet away, then started his lengthy stroll down the red carpet that lined the
path to the throne.
Mike: His daily exercise.
But he did not mind.
Mike: The mage was fat too!
King Andrew was a righteous man,
Crow: (surfer's voice) Dude!
fair in all aspects of life and respect for all the citizens of the village he ruled.
Tom: Or so his press agent claimed!
That was why T’Gomn had always been close friends with the king since their childhood.
For King Andrew took his seriously,
Tom: Took his what seriously?
All: Typo!
but he never let it go to his head.
Crow: Which head? (Whap!) Ow!
Unlike the previous three rulers before him,
Tom: (as a peasant) Who's king this week?
Mike: (as another peasant) Who cares.
who had used brute force to run the land,
Tom: And the land was tired.
beating the citizens if they did anything wrong or if they could not grow
food much needed by their neighbors.
Crow: They also whipped the plants if they didn't grow fast enough.
Those rulers, Andrew’s great-grandfather, grandfather, and his own father had ruled with iron fists.
Mike: Iron man!
Crow: That must be painful.
Tom: His family has issues.
But Andrew had grown up never spending time with his father due to his
Crow: Schoolwork and constant flings with girls!
father’s constant role as the King over Scotland.
Tom: He's the cloud king!
Thus Andrew spent more time with his mother or in the city with T’Gomn, which is why he had not inherited his father’s wicked manner.
Mike: Yeah, right. He just hides it well.
And when King Reginald, his father, had died from his old age in his sleep,
Crow: Actually, it was poison.
Andrew had taken the crown and made T’Gomn
Crow: Beat people and do naughty things with it.
Mike: Do I have to tape your beak shut?
(quiet eep from Crow)
his advisor immediately upon being crowned and hailed as the new King. T’Gomn was also a kind soul and Andrew liked him.
Crow: More then a little.
(Mike glared at Crow)
Crow: What?! It's an advisor-king thing!
Mike: Read.
Finally reaching the throne, T’Gomn bowed.
Crow: (as the king): Lick my shoes!
"My lord."
Tom: (as mage): Pull my finger!
Mike:(same): Eat my shorts!
Crow:(same): You suck!
Shaking his head,
Tom: ( as king): You suck at licking my shoes!
Andrew raised his hand in T’Gomn’s direction. "No need for formalities, old friend. I do not expect such praise from ye."
Crow: (as king): I expect you to kiss my royal ass!
Nodding, T’Gomn climbed to his feet. "Yes, My Lord."
Tom: (as T'Gomn): I shall kiss it next time.
Andrew smiled. "And ye needn’t address me in such a manner, either."
Crow: Call me God!
He settled back in his throne
Crow: And let one.
(Mike smacks Crow in the back of his head and his eyeballs pop out. Crow franically searches on the floor for them)
and regarded his advisor amusedly. "So, tell me, how goes the lives of our fair citizens?"
Mike: (as T'Gomn): Plague has wiped out half of them and the other half have joined the cult of the cow-worshiping Moo-Moo's.
"Are, Andrew. The O’Grady ranch is producing massive greens
Tom: And purples and pinks.
that should be on the town market by midday tomorrow. The Torrances have already shipped their potato collections into the town area, and the Beckworths are having a successful Cabbage growth. Unusual for them with this kind of soil we have here."
Crow: (from under the seats): The cabbages are ten feet tall!
Mike: How can he read the fic if he's looking for his eyes?
Tom: His eyes are looking in the direction of the fic.
Mike: Oh.
"And the Farrands family?"
Tom: They're making carrots that say 'yurt'.
T’Gomn hung his head. "Nay, sir, they are being selfish as always. Keepin’ their crops for theirselves."
Tom: We control the yurt carrots! They're ours!! Hahaha!
(Mike moves one seat away from Tom. Squeaking sounds are heard as Crow puts his eyes back into his head and takes his seat.)
Upon hearing this, King Andrew turned away from T’Gomn and looked out the
window, watching the waves on the beach below crashing against the rocks.
Tom: And breaking them!
"The Farrands. Timothy Farrands. Something should be done about him."
Tom: (Marlon Brando voice) Make 'em an offer they can't refuse!
The King turned away from the window to face the Magus and smiled.
"What news from the town square do ye bring me?"
T’Gomn looked worried. "I have heard people whispering.
Mike: He's got big ears.
It seems we have someone in this vicinity that is plotting to sell us out to King Patrick’s army. Someone who has his own rewards to gain in such an incident."
Tom: It's called self interest!
Andrew looked at his comrade,
Crow: He's a commie!
concerned. "Do ye yet know who it was?"
Tom: Was? He hasn't done anything yet.
Mike: It's Benedict Arnold!
T’Gomn closed his eyes. "No, my lord. Not yet."
King Andrew looked at his friend, then made a snap decision.
Crow: His brain broke!
"Send all the man.
Mike: Man?
Bots: It's the MAN!
We’ll sniff this traitor out, we shall!"
Mike: They have big noses and big ears.
"Yes, my Lord...King Andrew."
T’Gomn went to give the palace guards and their soldiers the King’s order.
He had no idea he would never see King Andrew alive again.
* * * * * *
"Then what happened?" Alex asked, his eyes wide, thoughts of sleep far from his
mind as he absorbed the Gargoyle’s tale.
"I don’t know, Alex. It might give you nightmares."
Bots: (maniacal laughter)
Mike: Stop that!
(they quiet)
"It won’t," Alex promised, sitting up in bed.
Tom: Liar!
"Tell me. I wanna hear the rest of the story."
Lex smiled. "Okay, then."
Tom: Pushover!
* * * * * *
While T’Gomn was out to see the royal soldiers, King Andrew had other plans.
Crow: They involved harem girls and whips!
He had his own ideas who the traitor was.
He had an idea that Timothy Farrands was the one who had sided with the
opposition.
Tom: Brilliant holmes!
Crow: I've got an idea too! (Whap!) Ow!
Timothy had grown up hating Andrew and T’Gomn, calling them sissies and gaywads
because they
Crow: Were!
spent so much time together.
Crow: Exactly!
When Andrew and T’Gomn became members of the Royal Palace, Timothy had mocked them and sentenced to a night in the dungeon only to be released the next morning.
Mike: Justice: the revolving door.
Ever since he had not spoken to them, but Andrew knew Timothy still hated them.
Tom: Andrew also kept all of Tim's baseball cards.
Sneaking out of the Palace, dressed in beggar’s clothes, Andrew started down the
dirt road which led to the private homes.
Crow: To knock up the wenches!
Mike: You need a girlfriend Crow.
(Crow grins)
Finding the Farrands’ house, Andrew knocked on the door gently, eyes trained on
the two stone statues, one male, one female, leaning against the house on both
sides of the doorframe.
Tom: (as statues): Yo, what's up?
"Open up, Tim! We have some talking to do!"
Crow: (as Tim): Gimme my cards back, then we'll talk!
Answering the door, Timothy’s smile frowned when he saw the King standing there.
"What do YE want?"
"I understand we have a back-stabbing dog in our mist." King Andrew replied.
Tom: That's gotta be one smart dog.
"And ye think it’s me, don’t ye?"
All: Of course we do!
"Aye. Now let me in, unless ye would rather discuss it out yonder."
Against his better judgement, Timothy pulled the door open and the King in
beggar’s guise entered, looking around the gloomy interior, his eyes widening in
disgust as he saw the pagan artifacts and the cultist symbols marked on papers
that rested on Timothy’s table.
Mike: He's with the Moo-Moo's!
Crow: Or the Satanists.
He was so focused on this shocking sight that he did not notice Timothy pick up
a dagger.
"Och, what IS this?" Andrew turned around to face Timothy, thunderous
accusations spinning in his mind, intent on lecturing him, finding out why he
dabbled in the occult.
Just as the dagger went into Andrew’s stomach.
All: Ow!
Timothy smiled as Andrew grunted and doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach
and gasping as he saw the blood on his hands.
"Ye were right about me, by the way."
Tom: Of course he was!
Fully realizing the danger he was in,
Mike: It took that long?
the frightened man staggered for the door and threw it open just as Timothy grabbed his hated enemy by the shoulder and pulled him back inside. During the struggle, King Andrew’s crown was knocked off and landed outside the door, just lying in the dust.
Tom: Next to it was a note saying the king was murdered here.
Fighting, ducking, trying to escape, Andrew kept his distance from Timothy, the
pain shooting up though his nerves caused by his stab wound.
Mike: Shouldn't he be dead already?
Tom: Royalty has to put up a fight.
Crow: They have someone to do their dying for them.
"Why are ye doing this?"
Tom:You kept my baseball cards!
Timothy sneered and raised the bloody dagger. "B’cause if I do, then the king
Patrick will make me royalty."
Crow: Or maybe he'll just kill you because you're in the way.
"Why him? If ye had abode to me, I would’ve crowned thee!"
Mike: There would have been two kings?
Timothy sneered again. "I have no desire for ye royalty, only yer blood."
Crow: I'm a vampire in secret!
Tom: That explains why we don't have any ketchup left.
(Crow whaps Tom)
Mike: Knock it off you two!
The enraged man lunged at the King again.
Horrified, Andrew staggered back as Timothy’s dagger plunged into his heart,
dropping him to the floor and spilling his blood.
Crow: Yummy!
Tom: (as Tim's wife): Lawd what a mess! You play too rough with your friends!
Outside the house, T’Gomn was returning from the Guards’ stations, carrying the
Grimorum Arcanorum that had
Mike: Somehow got tossed into this fic.
passed to him by his father, when he passed by Timothy Farrands’ house, spotting the crown lying on the ground.
A bloody crown.
Tom: Bloody hell! A bloody crown!
"Yer highness!" T’Gomn gasped as he pushed the door open and rushed inside.
Looking around, T’Gomn spotted his friend lying on the stone floor, a bloody
hole in his chest and stomach. Gasping in horror and revulsion, T’Gomn stared at
the inept form of his old friend and shook him.
Mike: The king's stupid?
Crow: Death does that to you.
"Andrew!"
No answer. The King was dead.
All: Duh!
Eyes tearing, T’Gomn sobbed. "No." he whimpered.
Crow: (grin): Yup!
A mocking voice from behind him made him spin around to see Timothy Farrands
blocking the door.
"Sissies born, sissies die. Aye, that’s life."
Tom: Sucks, doesn’t it?
Filled with anger and rage, T’Gomn stood up and noticed for the first time all
the Celtic possessions that littered the house.
"Ye...ye...ye blackguard Satanist!"
Crow: Told ya!
Timothy’s smile faded. "Don’t make me kill ye as well," he threatened.
Tom: (bored voice): Stop. You're scaring us.
T’Gomn looked at him, tears of rage and sadness still flowing down his cheeks.
"Why do ye have Gargoyles out yonder?"
Mike: They had to be here somewhere or it wouldn't be a garg fic.
"It’s to scare away ye intruders. Sadly, they failed me." Timothy answered.
Tom: Yeah, stone's really scary.
Getting an idea, T’Gomn pulled out the Grimorum and opened it, then began to
chant.
All: (chanting): Who let the dogs out? Whoof whoof! Who let the dogs out?!
"All over the world
Freakish creatures ye shall be
When the time of night comes
Night only ye shall see.
On the blood spilled here,
Will ye whole family be no longer human."
Tom: Hey! That doesn't rhyme!
Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing the two statues outside the house.
Timothy growled and rushed at T’Gomn, dagger raised just as the enraged sorcerer
fired a blue energy wave at the murderer,
Crow: Cool!
catching him in the chest and sucking out his soul, holding it in the Magus’ hands.
Timothy’s body dropped to the ground.
"Flagre Nore!" T’Gomn shouted and hurled the soul into the Gargoyle before
chanting again.
"The King had died in the night
Therefore ye shall feel guilt in the eve’ing
Never seeing the sunlight
Remain stone during so ye shall."
T’Gomn ended his chant and observed the male gargoyle.
Mike: How does he know it's male?
Crow: He peeked.
"From this day forth, ye shall be known as Phalebus, which means "betrayer".
Tom: (as statue): Okay, but I’d rather be called Fred.
The spell complete, T’Gomn used his magic to banish the Gargoyle away from the
village to a desert in Egypt,
Crow: Which is totally pointless as far as the plot's concerned.
Tom: This story has a plot?
and when Timothy’s wife arrived home from the town square, he administered the same procedure upon her and, renaming her Nikolus, also cast her into the Egyptian wilderness, then left to break the news to King Andrew’s family about what happened.
* * * * * *
"That Timothy man was mean, wasn’t he, Uncle Lex?"
Tom: It's Obvious Boy!
"Yes, he was, Alex, but that’s not yet the end of the story."
All: NNOOO!
* * * * * *
Castle Wyvern
Scotland
978 A.D.
Centuries later, the Gargoyles had flourished, living among the humans in their
ancestral home where their ancestor was created.
Mike: Ancestor? I thought there were two?
Bots: Typo!
Long ago, after awakening in Egypt and in their new forms, Phalebus and Nikolus had mated time and again,
Crow: Yeah baby! Told ya! Inbreeding!
Mike: Shut up.
making more hatchlings and sending them back into Scotland to breed and to
ensure the family’s return in their home country. However, like King Andrew,
several of them had not inherited their father’s cruel streak and trained their
hatchlings to behave the same way, to protect the humans and atone for the great
injustice the first living gargoyle had done long ago.
Crow: (sarcastic) How sweet. I'm gonna puke here.
Over time, the name thing was dropped and gargoyles stopped receiving names
after Phalebus’ grandson outlawed it.
Tom: Okay, interesting but pointless fact.
Crow: This has been another…useless fact.
The newest generation of gargoyle eggs had cracked 26 years ago
Crow: They were all insane.
and, since, Gargoyles age at half the speed of humans, Brooklyn, Lexington, and Broadway, although they had not yet had names, were only thirteen years old.
Although they enjoyed life, playing games in the castle, town, and surrounding
forests that had grown over the centuries, the Trio got tired of being called
"beasts" and asked Goliath why he was the only one with a name.
Tom: Because that's the way it is!
Goliath smiled and replied it was because he had come from Phalebus’ bloodline
and he had already been named before it was outlawed.
The Olive gargoyle, who would someday be known as Lexington,
Mike: I would never have guessed.
Tom: You probably wouldn't.
glanced at the old leader and Goliath’s mentor, who was flying over the castle, and asked "Why
doesn’t he have a name?"
Goliath had smiled again. "He does not have a name because he does not desire
one."
"Oh."
Goliath turned and looked as his love, his second-in-command, rushed to his
side. "My love, the Vikings have returned! We must get to the conservatory!"
Tom: (as Demona) We must save the plants!!
Goliath ran behind his mate, leaving the Aqua, Red, and Olive gargoyles behind.
A few minutes later, they were laughing, having fun, enjoying their time with a
large bluish-grayish gargoyle dog who was leaping through the air trying to
catch the meat that the Trio kept tossing at each other to play "Keep Away" with
the canine. A few feet away, ignoring the game, Broadway sat eating a turkey
leg.
Crow: The rest of the turkey then hopped up and bit him on the tail.
A small young boy ran up, interest and fascination on his face.
"I’m Tom. What’s your name?"
Tom: We saw all this in Awakenings!
Crow: Gotta love flashbacks.He
Lexington looked behind him, noticing the young human and smiled in a friendly
manner. "Except for Goliath, we don’t have names."
"How do you tell each other apart?" Tom wanted to know.
"We look different." Lexington replied. Brooklyn nodded in agreement.
Tom look even more fascinated. "But what do you call each other?"
Mike: Bonehead!
Tom: Tailtwister!
Crow: Pervert!
Mike: Exactly.
Bots: Huh?
(Mike smirks to himself)
"Friend," Brooklyn answered, taking over for Lexington.
Suddenly, a large woman, presumably his mother, rushes up and grabs Tom, trying
to pull him away from what in her eyes were Demonic creatures.
"Tom! Get away from those monsters!"
Tom: (as mother) They've got fleas!
Brooklyn glanced at Lexington, annoyed. What was wrong with these humans?
Tom looked at the Trio, torn between his new friends and his Mother. "But
Mother!"
Hopping down from the crate the Rust-skinned gargoyle was sitting on, Brooklyn
approached.
"We wouldn’t hurt the lad, ma’am."
Instead of responding in a friendly tone, Tom’s mother remained hostile,
chucking a stone at Brooklyn, catching him in the beak.
Crow: Owie!
Tom: Personal experience?
(Crow nods)
"Keep away from him, ya beast!"
It was at that moment that Demona touched down from the sky, glaring hatefully
at Tom and his Mother, eyes glowing red with fury, blocking Brooklyn and
Lexington from view.
"You’re the beast, you..."
Brooklyn and Lexington slid up in front of Demona to face Tom and his Mother,
eyes flashing into White as they faced the humans threateningly.
Tom: I think they're upset.
Mary gasped as she realized her and her son could be ripped to pieces in a few seconds.
"No," Brooklyn responded. "If they think we’re beasts and monsters..."
"Then, perhaps we’d better live up to the name," Lexington finished.
Goliath and Hudson appeared from out of nowhere, scaring the humans and sending
them scattering, yelling loudly in panic. Tom’s mother grabbed him and fled.
Broadway rushed forward to stand next to Demona, Brooklyn, Lexington, and Bronx.
He was still holding his turkey leg and looked around in mass confusion, unable
to comprehend what was going on.
Tom: He's fat and stupid.
Mike and Crow: We know.
"Ooh." Broadway replied nervously. "What is it? Are we being attacked again?"
Turning away from the fleeing humans and seeing the Trio, and their dog,
standing there, Goliath’s rationally strict mind automatically labeled all three
of the Trio as being guilty.
"You three. Down to the rookery until I return. I’ll deal with you then." He
snapped.
Bronx whined, and Goliath looked at him sternly, then back at the others.
"And take him with you."
Brooklyn pouted as they tugged the rookery doors open and entered the
underground cavern, Goliath, Demona, and Hudson watching them, their faces a mix
of understanding, pity, and anger.
"We meant no harm," Brooklyn said softly as he joined the Trio
All: Yeah, right!
and their pet in the rookery, shutting the doors behind him. Demona looked at Goliath, concerned
and slightly agitated.
"Are you blind?" She asked. "They were not at fault. The humans were."
Goliath looked at her, reasoning and gentle passion softening his expression for
a second.
But it passed quickly.
"No matter who was at fault," Goliath rumbled. "I cannot condone fighting
between their people and ours." He smiled. "I will make it up to them, later.
Now I have business to attend to."
Tom: (as Goliath) Where's my briefcase?
Opening his wings, Goliath flew off, Hudson following behind.
Demona said nothing.
She only watched her love and his mentor sailing away until they were out of
sight.
* * * * * *
"...And then Goliath and Hudson discovered they’d been tricked and tried too late
to get to the castle. While they were frozen in their stone sleep, the Vikings
destroyed the Castle and killed all the gargoyles except for Bronx, Brooklyn,
Broadway, and me."
Crow: We heard the sob story before, get over it!
Lex smiled, thought of happier times flowing thought
All: Typo!
his memories. "We survived by staying in the rookery, but the Magus, who was
T’Gomn’s descendent,
Tom: Are all wizards related?
Crow: Yeah, they inbreed.
in a state of rage, made us all sleep until our castle was lifted above the clouds."
Lexington looked up at David and Fox Xanatos, who had been listening to the
story with adequent interest. "Thanks to your daddy here, Alex, the spell was
broken and we awoke here, all together, in Manhattan, where we soon chose our
names and became protectors of this city as well as our castle. The End, Alex."
No answer.
Lexington looked down at the bed. "Alex?"
Mike: Your storytelling bored him to death.
Tom: Xanatos won't be happy about that.
The toddler was asleep. Lex smiled and rose to leave and let the sleeping child
lie.
"Lexington?"
Stopping at the door, Lex spun around.
"What...what happened to King Andrew’s family?" Fox asked, a note of curiousity in
her voice.
Tom: Do we care?
All: No.
Lexington smiled.
"Why, his family kept rule over the throne. Princess Katherine came from him."
All: Eww!
With that, Lex sailed away to join with his clan atop Castle Wyvern on the Eyrie
building.
The End.
All: YAY!
So, any opinions?
Tom: It sucked!
This is just my idea of where the gargoyles came from. Quite
interesting, isn’t it?
All: NO!
It answers a few questions in the Gargoyles Saga. Anyone
want to comment on this story?
Crow: What do you think we've been doing?!
Send your responses to me at
([email protected])
Keep reading!
King Cobra3.
Crow: Hate mail time!
All three exist the theater.
[Door sequence…]
The bots and Mike walk onto the bridge. Mike examines some of the consoles instruments while Tom and Crow begin acting out roles from the fic.
Crow: Bow before King Crow! Lick my shoes lackey!
Tom: Like hell I will! I'll kick your royal ass!
Crow: Have at thee!
Crow charges into Tom and tackles him. Sounds of fighting are heard beneath the consoles as the two robots attack each other. Mike shakes his head with a sigh and hits the button.
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