First off...wow, has it been a long time since I've been here. Or even checked
in. I rarely use my 'icekings' email account anymore and there's probably some
messages and things in there I've missed. Not all that much going on in the PpG
universe, but what there is I've neglected to weigh in on. I'll try to improve
on that.

For anyone that wants to communicate with me, here's the best way:

curtisports2@...

It's the email I set up for my eBay business but it's become my general-use
account.


Secondly, welcome to the newest member. You can find ALL of the comics that were
at Pokey Oaks Library at our 'sister' site:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pokeyoaksfancomicarchive/

I can't remember anymore if visitors/non-members can view the files or if one
must join the group, but joining is no more difficult than joining this one. The
'sort of' is that the file system won't allow easy viewing of the comics as
originally designed, ie, links to next or previous pages. Once you open the
file, you have to open a page and then use the back button so you can open the
next page-repeat as needed. A more cumbersome process, but all of the comics can
be read in full.

Lastly but not least...my wishes to all for a joyous and safe holiday season and
all the best in 2010!

It's been a long time since I wrote a PpG fanfic here.  This month, I'll be
posting two fics:

THE BRAT THAT CAME TO DINNER: After failing to become a Powerpuff Girl time and
time again, Princess Morbuck has decided to change the error of her ways by
having dinner with the Girls.  But what does that brat have up her sleeve?

THE FRIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS: The Boogie Man is back, and he has kidnapped
Santa.  The Girls must save the holidays, before it's too late.

I'm writing Brat this week, and Frightmare will be out the week before
Christmas.

-Patrick

If anyone's interested, I recently got a chance to sit down and talk with the
founder of our little fan fic page, Detective Kemper, and ask him about his new
book "Bela Lugosi and the House of Doom".

If anyone's interested in checking that out, you can find it at the following
link:

http://alonefancryinginthewilderness.wordpress.com/the-house-of-doom-that-dwight\
-kemper-built/

I have all those comics backed up on my hard drive since I designed and
maintained Pokey Oaks Fanfic Library (I also wrote Clowning Glory, but nobody
ever seems to give the comic writer their due. It's always the artist they
remember). I can upload some of them, but there isn't enough memory space on the
Yahoo club to upload them all.

Best,

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, Marty <whatsyourish@...>
wrote:
>
>
> Hi,
>
> First off, I'd like to say that as a fairly new member, I really love this
group and all that it's done so far. It's quite a bit of fresh air after being
used to the badly-written RRB/PPG sappiness on fanfiction.net (as there are very
few stories on there worth reading).
>
> Second, I've been using the Wayback Archive on archive.org to look back at
some of the stories on Pokey Oaks, and I really loved some of Chris Cook's
comics, such as "Bursting Bubbles", "Bad Dream  Team", "Clowning  Glory", and
"My Buttercup  Runneth Over". However, with the exception of "Clowning Glory"
which I have found in this group, I am having a fairly difficult time finding
these other comics in their entirety, as the archive is filled with broken
links. Does anyone have access to these? I read the beginnings of all of them,
and I'm dying to find out how they ended!
>
> Thanks,
>
> -Marty :-D
>
> (fanfiction.net penname razzamatazz73, found at
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/699942)
>
>
>
>
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>

Hi,

First off, I'd like to say that as a fairly new member, I really love this group
and all that it's done so far. It's quite a bit of fresh air after being used to
the badly-written RRB/PPG sappiness on fanfiction.net (as there are very few
stories on there worth reading).

Second, I've been using the Wayback Archive on archive.org to look back at some
of the stories on Pokey Oaks, and I really loved some of Chris Cook's comics,
such as "Bursting Bubbles", "Bad Dream  Team", "Clowning  Glory", and "My
Buttercup  Runneth Over". However, with the exception of "Clowning Glory" which
I have found in this group, I am having a fairly difficult time finding these
other comics in their entirety, as the archive is filled with broken links. Does
anyone have access to these? I read the beginnings of all of them, and I'm dying
to find out how they ended!

Thanks,

-Marty :-D

(fanfiction.net penname razzamatazz73, found at
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/699942)





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An excellent and very informative interview. You know, I've chatted with Buzz
and the subject of just what he did for a living never came up! Great work, BBB.

Also, do all look for the June issue of Rue Morgue Magazine. There will be a one
page interview with yours truly and a review of my latest mystery novel, "Bela
Lugosi and the House of Doom."

Keep Powerpuffin',

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "Mark Morgan Jr."
<bubblesbigbrother@...> wrote:
>
> Greetings all,
>
> I was recently given a chance to sit down and talk with Animation Writer Buzz
Dixon.  For those who might not be familiar with Mr. Dixon, he was a familiar
face in television animation of the 80s and 90s, working on such shows as
G.I.Joe, The Transformers, Scooby-Doo, Batman: The Animated Series and much,
much more.
>
> If anyone's interested, my interview with Mr. Dixon can be found via the
following link:
>
>
http://alonefancryinginthewilderness.wordpress.com/my-animated-conversation-with\
-buzz-dixon/
>
> And while you're there you might want to check out my interview with our
distinguisehd moderator, Dwight Kemper, about his mystery novel "Who Framed
Boris Karloff" as well as my talk with Sara Karloff, daughter of famed horror
actor Boris Karloff.
>
> Take care everyone.
>
> Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother
>

Greetings all,

I was recently given a chance to sit down and talk with Animation Writer Buzz
Dixon.  For those who might not be familiar with Mr. Dixon, he was a familiar
face in television animation of the 80s and 90s, working on such shows as
G.I.Joe, The Transformers, Scooby-Doo, Batman: The Animated Series and much,
much more.

If anyone's interested, my interview with Mr. Dixon can be found via the
following link:

http://alonefancryinginthewilderness.wordpress.com/my-animated-conversation-with\
-buzz-dixon/

And while you're there you might want to check out my interview with our
distinguisehd moderator, Dwight Kemper, about his mystery novel "Who Framed
Boris Karloff" as well as my talk with Sara Karloff, daughter of famed horror
actor Boris Karloff.

Take care everyone.

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother

Go to the FILES section and look for the CLOWNING GLORY COMIC folder. All 18
pages are ready for downloading.

Best,

DK

Greetings:

I'm Dwight Kemper, Moderator, Pokey Oaks Fanfic Library Founder and author of
Clowning Glory. I have to Fanfic Library saved on a portable hard drive and
later on this evening I will scare up the Clowning Glory Jpgs. I'll see about
posting the pages in the Files folder of this club. Keep checking back. I will
announce when the pages are ready for download.

Best,

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "mulvoysteve"
<mulvoysteve@...> wrote:
>
> Hi, I'm new to this group, but not new to this subject.
>
> A while ago on Pokey Oaks, I read Clowning Glory's comic book version and
loved it. Now, like the site, it is gone and I didn't think to print it out.
Does anyone know where it can be retrieved, if at all?
>
> Thank you
>

Hi, I'm new to this group, but not new to this subject.

A while ago on Pokey Oaks, I read Clowning Glory's comic book version and loved
it. Now, like the site, it is gone and I didn't think to print it out. Does
anyone know where it can be retrieved, if at all?

Thank you

I'm not sure about everyone else, but I know that at least myself and our
distinguished founder, Dwight Kemper, are Astro Boy fans.  I recently found a
new Trailer for the upcoming Astro Boy film, and while I do have some doubts
about an American company remaking a Japanese Icon, I have to admit, Tezuka's
designs look better in CGI than I ever thought they would.

Without further ado, the trailer can be found at the link below.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808461950/trailer

On Sun, Mar 8, 2009 at 5:20 PM, hazelangel@... <
marcusjr53@...> wrote:

>   Bubbles Big Brother,
> This is a Round Robin Story, but I add a part every 3 weeks or so, but
> other people can add on parts as well.
>
>


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Bubbles Big Brother,
This is a Round Robin Story, but I add a part every week, but other people can
add on parts as well.

Midnight Marquee is open and ready to take pre-orders, and they're taking 5
bucks off the price. "House of Doom" is available for $20.00. Just follow the
link!

http://midmar.com/fictionhouseofdoom.html

Best,

DK

Well, this was a fun little fic and you did a good job of writing Mojo.  My one
complaint was your usage of the word 'damned' but then I'm a prude and always
have been so feel free to ignore that if you wish.

I will say this feels kind of like the beginning of something and not the whole
story.  You could use this as the beginning of a fic where Fuzzy is looking for
someone to play poker with.  You could do all sorts of things with that. 
Imagine if all Fuzzies friends were in jail.  He might go to see if someone else
wanted to play?

What if he stumbled onto a charity poker game and demanded to be delt in?  What
if the Mayor or the Professor just happened to be in it or the Girls for that
matter?  There's all sorts of things you could do with this.

Or ...

You could go in another direction and explore where Mojo is.  What if Fuzzy
wants to see Mojo so he calls the prison to see if he's in.  Mojo's not in jail,
so Fuzzy goes to his house.  Mojo's not there either, so Fuzzy goes on a sort of
Mojo quest.

This is a great idea, but I don't know if its a great story.  A story takes us
somewhere and there are so many creative directions you could go with this it
staggers the mind!  I would very much encourage you to continue developing this
idea, but if you don't that's fine too.  Anyway, please keep writing, and I'll
see you around.

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother

I much agree with DK's review.  This is an improvement on your first attempt and
a very good one.  I do have one question though.  You call this an add on story.
Is it because you are going to add on bits later, or is this intended to be some
sort of Round Robin where others add on bits as well?

Just wondering.

Anywho, Good Job getting started.

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother


--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "hazelangel@..."
<marcusjr53@...> wrote:
>
>
> One Day at Townsville Sports Park,
>
> The Powerpuff Girls were seen playing a game of tag. "Tag!" Blossom
> said, as she tagged Bubbles.
>
> CRACK! What was that, Blossom wondered. "Come on girls, lets roll!"
>
> They flew to a broken fast-food shop. "The Rowdy-Ruff Boys! Of course!"
> Blossom noticed. Thunk! Down Bubbles fell. She was hit with a big cash
> register. "Ugh, this is bad, really bad!" Buttercup said.
>
>
>
>
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>

Well, you certainly spared no expense at giving us a lengthy glance at your
work.  If I wasn't going to buy the book before (which I was) I certainly am
now!  Awesome work, DK!

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother

To give you an example of my soon to be published novel, here is
Chapter 5 to "Bela Lugosi and the House of Doom," soon to be released
by Midnight Marquee Press, Inc.

The story takes place in 1948 on the set of Abbott and Costello meet
Frakenstein. This excerpt is Copyright 2008 by Dwight Kemper.
Published by Midnight Marquee Press, Inc.

Bela Lugosi and a visit with the Costello Family.

Chapter 5 – Wednesday, 25 February 1948, 6:33 P.M. – Lou Costello
Estate, Longridge, one block South of Ventura Blvd.

With the Wonder Icemaker secure in the rear of Lou's Woody station
wagon, Bela Lugosi found himself being chauffeured to Sherman Oaks.
"How are ya doin' back there, Bela?" Costello asked, tickled at
seeing Count Dracula in his rearview mirror.
Bela and Paddy shared the back seat. He sighed, dismayed at still
being in costume and makeup. "As well as can be expected," he
grumbled, all too aware that the girl wouldn't stop staring at him.
"I can see ya in the mirror," Costello commented. "I thought vampires
wasn't supposed to have reflections."
"Very funny. Just keep your eyes on the road."
Paddy studied Bela keenly. "Boy, wait 'til I tell the gang I had
Dracula in my car." She pointed at the rear compartment. "But
shouldn't you be lying back there in a coffin?"
Lugosi glared menacingly.
Anne turned around to scold her daughter. "Paddy, you behave
yourself." She smiled at Bela. "Don't worry, Mr. Lugosi, you can
borrow my cold cream to get that makeup off."
"Thank you," Bela said. He gestured at his attire. "But that will not
help me with my costume."
"You can wear some of my duds," Costello offered.
The six-foot-tall Hungarian glared at the much shorter and far
stouter Lou Costello. "I do not think we are the same size."
Paddy asked, "Didn't you have normal clothes in your dressing
trailer?"
Bela glowered at the girl. "I did not want to frighten Kalara.
Looking as I do now, and in her present condition, she might have
died of fright." He crossed his arms. "And why am I telling you?"
Lou said, "Okay, so what's wrong with keepin' the penguin suit on?
You'll be all fancy for dinner." He pointed ahead. "We're comin' up
on our spread now."
Lou Costello lived on a ranch in Sherman Oaks, less than ten minutes
from the studio. Carved on each of the front gates were the initials
L.C., Lou Costello's brand. As they drove up, Lou said with a great
deal of pride, "This was just a one-story joint when I first bought
it. Now look at it." He pulled up in front of the two-story, twenty-
four-room mansion situated on more than an acre of land. They were
greeted at the door by Lou Costello's butler and maid. As Anne gave
her coat to Ophelia, Lou smiled at the butler. "Watch your throat,
Mitch," Lou joked, "we got a vampire for dinner tonight!"
The butler smiled, thinking Lou was only joshing. He went pale with
fright when Lugosi appeared and handed him his bat wing cape.
Recovering himself, Mitch swallowed hard and handed the cape off to
Ophelia, and asked, "Uh, would you like me to put the car away, sir?"
"Yeah, thanks. And be careful when you unload the Wonder Icemaker."
"Yes, sir," Mitch nodded, edging past Lugosi, keeping a wary eye on
him. "I'll get the gardener to help me, sir."
Lou nudged Bela and pointed at the retreating butler. "Hey, Bats, I'm
your Watson an' Mitch is my Watson."
Lugosi frowned. "I do not understand what you mean."
"Mitch's last name is Watson, for real."
As Bela entered the huge formal living room he was nearly knocked
down by a fleeing ten-year-old girl. She dashed past Lou and Anne,
leaving a trail of foul smelling purple smoke in her wake. She was
immediately followed by a harried-looking young governess brandishing
an overcoat. "Young lady, come here this instant!"
Anne shook her head in despair. "Not again," she lamented.
Lou appeared more amused than angry. Still, he shouted
sternly, "Carole Lou Costello, come here this minute!"
The dark-haired girl slunk in from the dining room with her hands
behind her back. Whatever she was holding, it emitted a curling
stream of rising smoke. "Hello, Daddy. Momma," she said, affecting
innocence.
With hands on hips, Anne scowled. "What did you do now?"
The governess said, "She was playing with her chemistry set!" She
held up her coat. "She deliberately poured chemicals all over my new
coat!"
Carole shrugged as she held up the test tube of smoking, smelly
chemicals. "I was makin' perfume. I wanted to give Cookie a surprise."
"She gave me a surprise all right!" Cookie exclaimed. "This odor will
never come out!" She held the coat away from her, wrinkling her nose
in disgust. "And it smells awful!" She waved back at the stairs. "The
whole upstairs is choked with fumes from that stuff!"
Anne gave her wayward daughter a stern look. "Carole Lou, how can you
do these naughty things? I carried you under my heart for nine
months, and massaged your little body so you can walk today."
Lou smirked. "She can run pretty good, too."
Paddy looked up at Bela. "And I'll bet you thought the spooks in your
castle was scary. My sister would frighten Frankenstein."
Lou took the governess's coat. "Don't worry about it, Cookie. I'll
buy you a new one." He glared in Carole's direction. "And it's comin'
out of your allowance." He held out his other hand expectantly. "Come
on, hand it over."
Carole sighed. She put a black rubber stopper in the test tube and
gave it to her father. Smiling prettily, she said, "I'm sorry, Daddy."
Lou was obviously a pushover. "I can't stay mad at you," he said,
throwing his arms out to give his daughter a hug.
"But I sure can," said Anne. "Young lady, you're not to play with
that chemistry set for a month."
"Gee whiz, a whole month?" Carole asked, bitterly hurt.
"Another word out of you and you won't have it for two months."
Carole covered her mouth.
"Now off with you," her mother ordered.
As Cookie took Carole upstairs, Lou gave his wife the stinky smelling
coat. Anne gave Lou a disapproving shake of her head.
"You spoil that girl," she accused.
"Ah, kids gotta be kids," Lou said as he stuck the test tube in his
jacket pocket without thinking.
Anne sighed and followed Cookie up the stairs. Bela could hear her
frustrated howling as she got the full impact of Carole's "perfume"
experiment. "Oh, quick, Cookie," said Anne, "open a window! Open all
the windows!"
Lou snickered as he turned to Bela. "Come on, Bats, we can have a
drink before dinner. There's also somethin' I wanna show ya." Walking
up to a well-stocked bar, Lou asked, "What's your poison, Dracula, a
Bloody Mary?"
Lugosi ignored the joke. "A brandy, please." As Costello served
Lugosi his drink, Bela gestured at the grandiose spread. "Your home,
it is quite marvelous."
"We like it," Costello said. He leaned in and whispered, "A lot of
this furniture comes from my pictures. Just between you an' me, I
sometimes pick up things here an' there."
"Another one of your `gags?'" asked Lugosi.
Costello shrugged. "Eh, it's all in good fun."
"It sounds to me more like stealing."
Lou flashed a sly grin. "I'll bet you kept a coffin or two from your
pictures."
Lugosi gave Costello a narrow look. He decided to change the
subject. "I am surprised you do not have a swimming pool," he said.
"We do have a swimming pool," Lou said. He grew silent for a moment.
Bela detected a hint of sadness in the comedian's eyes. It came and
went with an obvious force of will. "What makes you think we don't
have a pool?"
"I heard you say to Mr. Abbott about having money enough to start
construction of a swimming pool."
"Oh, that." Lou came out from behind the bar and gestured for Bela to
follow. "I'll tell ya about that after dinner. Come out back, I wanna
show you somethin'. You'll get a kick out of it."
Lugosi hesitated a moment, wondering if Lou had meant to literally
give Bela a kick. He remained wary as he followed the little man.
Walking into the backyard where a swimming pool and a small guest
house had been erected, Lou said, "See? We got a pool. But that's not
what I wanna show ya. Let's go to the garage." There was a room off
the garage area. Lou led the way. The room was dark except for two
hand-painted peacocks glowing phosphorescently under ultraviolet
lights. Lou flipped a switch and revealed a private movie theater
with seats for twelve. As Lou flipped another switch, Bela realized
that the peacocks were decorating velvet theater curtains. The
curtains drew back to reveal a large movie screen. Between the chairs
and the movie screen was a luxurious pool table. Lou selected a pool
cue and gestured at the table. "Do you play?"
"Sorry," said Bela, "I am afraid I have never learned."
Lou selected a pool cue, chalked it up and offered it to Bela. "Here,
I'll show you how. It's easy."
Bela put his drink down on the edge of the pool table. Something
glinting inside the corner pocket caught his eye. He reached in and
pulled out a small bottle of Jack Daniels. With a half smile, Lugosi
observed, "I see the table, it also serves as a bar."
Costello frowned as he took the bottle and shook his head. "She's
hidin' bottles again," he muttered. Costello set the bottle aside and
took Bela's hands and positioned them on the cue. "See," said
Lou, "you just put your fingers like this," he spread Bela's fingers
on the felt tabletop, "an' let the cue slide through like that."
Lugosi nodded as he straightened up. "That seems easy enough." He
indicated the bottle of Jack. "Your maid, I suppose."
Lou smiled as he racked up the balls and positioned the cue
ball. "This white one is the one you gotta hit into the colored ones.
If the white one drops in the pockets, you lose a turn. I'll break."
Bela watched Lou as he took his position at the head of the pool
table and expertly scattered the colorful balls. "Is this what you
wanted to show me?" asked Bela.
"Nope," Lou said slyly. He flipped another switch and a hidden
projector came to life. On the screen appeared the old Universal
Studios logo, an airplane travelling around the world, followed by
the familiar strains of Swan Lake. An art deco bat appeared with the
following titles superimposed:

Carl Laemmle
Presents
"Dracula"
By Bram Stoker

"You have a print of Dracula!" Lugosi exclaimed.
"I sure do," Lou said. "Six ball in the corner pocket." He made the
shot with the finesse of a billiard hall hustler. "I just wanted to
show ya that I'm a big fan." He repositioned himself around the pool
table and pointed with his cue. "Four ball, side pocket." As Bela
watched the opening scenes in the carriage ride through Borgo Pass,
Lou made explanations as he sank ball after ball and announced his
shots in parenthetical interruptions. "See, this whole picture was my
idea. (Two ball, corner pocket.) Originally, I wanted to do something
on Broadway, you know (Eight ball, side pocket) where Bud an' me meet
the monsters. Bob Arthur (Seven ball off the nine ball into the side
pocket) decided to take my stage show idea an' make a movie. Between
you an' me, the script was crap. Paddy could have written somethin'
better than the junk they handed me." Lou looked up and said
earnestly, "I was the guy who insisted you be in the picture or I
wouldn't make it. The studio wanted some guy named Ian Keith to play
Dracula. I told Goetz that nobody but Bela Lugosi could play Dracula.
(One ball, side pocket.) I got Goetz to see it my way. I usually do."
"You insisted they use me?" Bela asked, astonished.
"I also got you your own trailer. I said you're a big star an' you
oughta be treated like a big star." Lou indicated the pool
table. "Five ball off the cushion and into the far side pocket." Lou
put the cue behind his back. "Watch this." Again he executed a
perfect shot. He smiled. "Wanna see me do it blindfolded?"
Lugosi was too busy absorbing what Costello just told him. "So,
Marlowe lied when he said he begged the studio to hire me!"
"Who's Marlowe?"
"My agent." Bela glowered. "For the time being, anyway." He gestured
dismissively. "He is what my son would call a wheeler-dealer. My
wife, she does not trust him. Much like your secretary mistrusts your
accountant."
"Yeah, Dee Dee is pretty dead set against Mike." He nodded to a door
off at the far side of the theater. "They share an office here at the
homestead."
"I understand it is this accountant who introduced you to Dr. Fell."
"Yep. Mike's got a good head for business." Lou proceeded to sink the
last few balls.
"How did you come to hire this accountant?"
"Well, one day he came up to me an' he said he wanted to handle my
affairs. I said, okay." He pointed at the remaining ball. "Game ball,
corner pocket." He closed his eyes, looked away from the table and
sank the ball as if it had been remote controlled. He straightened up
and smiled mischievously. "You oughta see how I can sink a
basketball."
Lugosi frowned. "You hired this man without seeing his references?"
Lou tapped his temple. "I got me an instinct for business. He was
clean cut an' really impressed me. Besides, he plays a mean game of
pool."
"I see," said Bela. He gestured at the table. "Speaking of pool, when
will it be my turn?"
Lou put up his pool cue. "Oh, didn't I tell ya? The game's over. I
won." He took the cue from Bela and handed the Hungarian his
drink. "Come on, dinner's ready."
Lugosi looked up at the screen. He saw himself posed on the broken
stone steps of Castle Dracula, holding a candelabrum and intoning
over howling wolves, "Listen to them, the children of the night. What
music they make."
Costello led Bela to the dining room where the family was already
seated. The kids giggled as Bela sat in the chair next to Anne.
"What is so funny?" Bela asked.
"You're all green," Carole said.
"Louie," Anne scolded, "what were you thinking? Let poor Mr. Lugosi
take that makeup off."
"Nah, it's more fun having Dracula at our table." He smiled at
Bela. "I hope you're hungry," he said, and then called, "HEY,
OPHELIA, BRING OUT THE GRUB!"
The maid presented the family with a turkey dinner on a large silver
platter, and as she did, she was obviously trying to ignore Lugosi's
appearance. "He looks hungry," remarked Lou as he stood up and
sharpened the carving knife. "Do vampires like white or dark meat?"
he asked. "Maybe you'd rather nibble on Ophelia."
"I prefer a drumstick," said Bela, handing Lou his plate.
"Suit yourself." Costello shrugged and smirked at his maid. "Sorry,
Ophelia, it looks like Dracula's on a diet."
As Bela received his drumstick, he asked, "How long have you been
doing business with this Dr. Fell?"
"We don't talk business at dinner time," Lou insisted. "But you wuz
gonna tell me about the mystery you solved with Karloff and Rathbone."
The kids perked up immediately.
"A mystery!" said Paddy. "You solved a mystery?"
"Like a real detective?" Carole asked.
"How many bodies were there?"
"How'd they die?"
Lugosi counted in his head. "Four or five, I think." Adding with a
shrug, "Bela is not too sure. There were so many."
Lou froze in mid-carving. "No foolin'?" A look of boyish excitement
crossed his pudgy face. "What, the killer wuz bein' paid by the body?"
Lugosi smiled proudly. "The plot, it was very complicated. But Bela
the detective, he was too smart for them."
Anne interrupted with, "Mr. Lugosi, would you like to say grace?"
Bela thought he detected strong alcohol on her breath; he also noted
that her words were slightly slurred. He thought back to the bottle
of Jack Daniels and wondered if Mrs. Costello was the one hiding
liquor bottles. Without betraying his suspicious, he said
pleasantly, "I would be honored, Mrs. Costello."
"Aw, Mom," whined Paddy, anxious to hear Bela's story.
"You hush," Anne said. She turned to Bela. "Call me Anne. Everybody
does." She took a sip of what appeared to be water. Judging from her
reaction, Bela suspected it was either gin or vodka.
After bowing their heads and after Bela said a Catholic prayer of
thanks, the family dug in. As the meal continued Bela noted that with
every swallow of "water" Mrs. Costello was becoming more unsteady.
Occasionally he caught Lou giving her angry looks, and then hiding
his feelings with a joke or funny face. Bela decided to diffuse the
situation. "I do not suppose you would like to hear a story about the
murder Bela solved, not over the dinner table."
"Are you kiddin'?!" Carole exclaimed.
"Tell us all about it!" Paddy begged.
"Yeah," said Lou.
"I tell you everything," Lugosi assured them. "It began when Karloff
asked Bela to catch the killer who had framed him." He related the
story; and as he did Bela couldn't help exaggerating his role in the
case. In his version of events, it was Bela who had questioned all
the suspects and who followed the trail leading to a notorious
Hollywood house of ill repute, and how he had made all of Basil
Rathbone's deductions. Unfortunately, this meant placing himself
where he couldn't have been, since he had been shot and sent to the
hospital midway through the investigation. Fortunately, his audience
wasn't terribly concerned about details.
Carole looked earnestly at her father. "Daddy, tell Errol Flynn that
Mr. Lugosi is my new hero!"
Lou gave Bela a wink. "That's a pretty big deal, Bats. Carole's got a
big crush on Flynn."
Lugosi gave Carole a warm smile. "Now I tell you about how I spit in
Bugsy Siegel's eyes. I put on him a gypsy curse. It took a while, but
I understand the Mob, they shot out his eyes when they killed him.
They think it was their guns that killed Siegel. But take Bela's word
for it, it was the curse."
"Gosh," marveled Paddy.
Lou nudged his daughter. "Daddy did a lot of gamblin' at the
Flamingo. Boy, how I used to tick Siegel off!"
Lugosi's face grew stern. "He got what came to him."
"I think you mean `what he had coming to him,'" Lou corrected.
"Same thing!" Bela insisted. He gestured broadly. "But, now it is
time for Bela the Detective to relate to you the most exciting part
of the case…."
Bela was just about to tell how he, and not Basil Rathbone, had
clashed makeshift swords with the murderer at Hollywood Presbyterian
Hospital when Anne smiled and said, "So you wanna know about Dr.
Fell? I can tell you about Dr. Fell. He's a genius, isn't he, Louie?"
"Go easy on that stuff, Anne," Lou cautioned. "Paddy, pass me the
carrots."
"Louie is always sinking money in inventions," Anne
continued. "People are all the time coming up with these wild ideas."
"I see," Bela said, trying to be polite. "I will admit, the icemaker,
it appears to be a very good idea." He turned to Costello, who was
sending dagger stares at his wife. "I heard that Dr. Fell, he was
involved with government work, something to do with outer space."
"Yeah," said Lou, perking up, "that's what sold me on Dr. Fell.
Anne's right about me investing in some pretty wild schemes before—"
"The oil wells," said Paddy.
"The diamond mines," said Carole.
"Race horses," said Anne.
"Hey," said Lou. "Those race horses are winners!" He smiled at
Bela. "But they're right, most of the inventions lay an egg, but not
the Wonder Icemaker. It's gonna make a mint."
"Sure it is," Anne said, taking another drink of "water."
By the end of dinner, Anne was obviously plastered. She tried to get
up from the table and teetered precariously. Lou called for the
maid. "Ophelia, I think it's past Mrs. Costello's bedtime. You wanna
help her upstairs?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Costello."
The maid took Anne by the arm and gently directed her toward the
stairs. Anne waved at Bela. "G'night, Dracula," she said with a
drunken smile.
Lou addressed his family. "Okay, kids, get ready for bed. Dracula an'
me gotta talk."
The children each kissed their father good night and said good night
to Bela. When they were alone, Lou led his guest to the bar and
poured two brandies. Lou selected a cigar from a box and offered Bela
one. Bela noted that the cigar was kept in a glass tube, very
expensive. He withdrew the stogie and savored the aroma. "A fine
tobacco, Mr. Costello," Bela complimented.
They lit up. Lugosi took pleasure in the taste.
Lou took a handful of glass enclosed cigars and tucked them in his
inner pocket. "Hey, none of that `Mr. Costello' crap," the comedian
chided. "You're Bela, and I'm Lou."
Lugosi became aware of his reflection in the large mirror behind the
racks of liquor bottles. "I really should take off this makeup," Bela
said.
"Sure thing, but first," Costello stepped from behind the bar and
slapped the Hungarian on the back, "let's take a walk."
He led Bela out to the backyard. The night air was crisp, but the
brandy and fine cigar kept Bela pleasantly warm. They strolled
leisurely around the swimming pool until Lou gestured at an empty
deck chair. "Sit down, Bela, I wanna tell you somethin'."
As Bela took his seat, Lou sat down in the deck chair next to him and
said earnestly, "I guess you noticed that Anne likes to drink a
little too much."
"I had not noticed," Lugosi lied.
"You're a bad liar, Bats." Lou fell silent for a moment. "Anne didn't
always drink so much. She didn't used to hide liquor bottles all over
the joint neither. She's only done that since—" His voice
choked. "You see, Bela, that pool you heard me talk to Abbott about
was a pool for the Lou Costello, Jr. Youth Foundation. It's important
that little kids learn how to swim."
"Lou Costello, Jr.?" asked Bela. "Your son, he was not at dinner. Is
he ill?"
Costello gave Bela a searching look. "You mean, you don't know?" The
comedian sat back. "Gee, I thought everybody heard that radio
broadcast." The humor left Lou's eyes. "My boy Butch accidentally
drowned." He gestured at the shallow end of the pool. "When I came
home, my son was lying dead—over there." His eyes welled up with
tears.
Lugosi was caught off guard. "I am sorry. I hope I did not—"
"That's okay, Bela. I just thought everybody knew."
Imagining how he might have felt if such a tragic thing had happened
to his son, Lugosi placed a comforting hand on Lou's shoulder and
asked solemnly, "When did it happen?"
"I'll never forget that day. It was November 4th, 1943. I'd spent
almost a year in bed with rheumatic fever. That day was my first day
back to work on the Abbott and Costello radio show. Oh, man, I was
stoked. I was ready to take on the world. When I left for the radio
station that morning I told Anne, `Anne,' I says, `keep Butch up
tonight, because I wanna see if he can recognize my voice on the
air.' Mitch drove me to the NBC studios. Man, I was happy. We were
goin' on the air at seven. Our guest star that night was Lana Turner.
I was on top of the world, playin' around, pullin' gags. Like I said,
I was stoked. In a couple of days it was gonna be my son's first
birthday and Anne was out shopping, buying a stroller for Butch.
Butch was playing in his playpen that was set up near the pool. The
only one around was my secretary at the time, Marty. She didn't know
that she was the only adult in the house. Anne came home with the
stroller and she and Marty put it together. Suddenly, they remembered
about Butch and went to check on him. He wasn't in his playpen.
Somehow he got out and crawled to the pool and fell in. Then…around
six o'clock…Anne's sister called the studio. She asked Eddie Sherman
to bring me home."
"How horrible."
"That's when I saw my son, my little Butch, just lyin' there. It was
like the whole world landed on top of me."
Lugosi nodded solemnly. Then something occurred to him. "Wait. If
this terrible thing happened, why was there a radio broadcast?"
"I did it for Butch. I knew wherever he was, he'd be listening. I
wanted him to hear his daddy's voice." Lou pulled up his right sleeve
and revealed a copper bracelet with Butch inscribed on it. "I had
this welded to my wrist so I'd never forget that day." He took a
drink of brandy. "How does that song go? `Even though your heart is
achin', laugh clown, laugh,' right? That's how it's been ever since.
Sometimes I blow up at people when I don't mean to." He looked at
Lugosi. "Since you're a detective, there's something about that day
that still eats away at me, a real mystery."
"What is that?"
"My son's knees, they wasn't scraped. If he crawled outta the playpen
himself, why wasn't his knees scraped? That's been naggin' at me for
years. I can't believe anyone in the family or on my staff would hurt
Butch, but the fact that my son's knees wasn't scraped still haunts
me."
Lugosi gestured helplessly. "I do not know what to say. I have met
your family and your servants, and I cannot believe any of them would
harm a child, even accidentally."
"I feel the same way. Still—" Lou shrugged, giving Bela a sad
smile. "I didn't mean to bring you down, Bats. I just thought if we
wuz gonna work together, you oughta know I ain't just a baggy pants
clown. It's funny, but ever since then, when I hear a phone ring, I
think it's bad news."
Mitch appeared at the entrance to the patio. "Sir, Mr. Barber is on
the phone. He says it's urgent."
Lou smiled. "Now ain't that a coincidence?"
He got up and waved for Bela to follow him into the living room. Bela
lingered in the patio doorway as the butler handed Lou the telephone.
"Hey, Bobby, what's up?" He snickered. "Are you getting scared bein'
all by yourself, you big sissy?" It amazed Bela how quickly Lou's
demeanor could change from tragic to comic. Suddenly Lou's face
registered confusion and annoyance. "What's that supposed to mean?"
he asked. He paused to listen, and then said, "Look, will ya calm
down an' talk sense." Costello jumped with alarm. He shouted,
jiggling the hook, "BOBBY! HEY, BOBBY! ARE YA THERE?" but got no
answer. He hung up and turned to Bela with a look of urgency. "We
gotta get back to the studio right away!"
"What happened?" asked Bela. "Where is Barber?"
"In the doghouse," said Lou cryptically as he rushed Bela onto the
patio. Lugosi stood his ground.
"In the doghouse? Is this more American slag?"
"He's in the doghouse," Lou insisted. "I mean for real."
"What do you mean by that?"
Lou explained, "For a gag, I got a big doghouse with Bobby's name on
it set up on Stage 28. He's there right now. All I know is that I
heard Bobby gasp and the phone went dead! If that don't sound like a
mystery, nothin' does."
Mitch appeared with Lugosi's Dracula cape. "Your cape, sir," he said,
offering to drape the cape on Bela's shoulders.
Lugosi fastened the cape around his neck. "Thank you," he said, and
then remembered about his face. "What about my makeup?" he asked
Costello.
Lou shoved Bela toward the garage. "Worry about gettin' the makeup
off later. Come on, Sherlock, the game is a hand and a foot!"

Contact MidMar at:
9721 Britinay Lane
Baltimore, MD 21234

e-mail to: MMarquee@...

Phone: 410-665-1198
(9 a.m. - 7 pm. EST)

Better. The dialogue is true to the characters. I know where things
are happening. Good.

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "hazelangel@..."
<marcusjr53@...> wrote:
>
>
> One Day at Townsville Sports Park,
>
> The Powerpuff Girls were seen playing a game of tag. "Tag!" Blossom
> said, as she tagged Bubbles.
>
> CRACK! What was that, Blossom wondered. "Come on girls, lets roll!"
>
> They flew to a broken fast-food shop. "The Rowdy-Ruff Boys! Of
course!"
> Blossom noticed. Thunk! Down Bubbles fell. She was hit with a big
cash
> register. "Ugh, this is bad, really bad!" Buttercup said.
>
>
>
>
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>

One Day at Townsville Sports Park,

The Powerpuff Girls were seen playing a game of tag. "Tag!" Blossom
said, as she tagged Bubbles.

CRACK! What was that, Blossom wondered. "Come on girls, lets roll!"

They flew to a broken fast-food shop. "The Rowdy-Ruff Boys! Of course!"
Blossom noticed. Thunk! Down Bubbles fell. She was hit with a big cash
register. "Ugh, this is bad, really bad!" Buttercup said.





[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

I realize this is one of those add stuff to make a story things, but
I have some fundamental problems with this segment. Firstly, Bubbles'
dialogue: "You boys are mademen"? This really doesn't sound like
something Bubbles would say.

You also need to fill us in on the setting. Yes, I know "The City of
Townsville..." is how all the stories start, but I have no picture
about where they are. Is this the park? Their backyard? WHERE are
they playing soccer? Are they part of a soccar team? Playing on their
own? Practicing for a big game? How is it that the Rowdy Ruff Boys
are playing baseball and no one is running screaming? These guys are
bad news. Would Brick "accidentally" hit Buttercup with a baseball? I
doubt it. Wouldn't Buttercup go after Brick herself?

Try working on it a bit more.

Best,

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "hazelangel@..."
<marcusjr53@...> wrote:
>
> One Day In the city of Townsville,
>
> The Powerpuff Girls were playing soccer when-WHAM- "Ow!" Buttercup
was
> whacked with a baseball.
>
> "Ha! That was hilarious!" It was the Rowdyruff's, playing baseball.
> Brick had accidentaly hit it hard. Way too hard...
>
> "You boys are madmen!" Bubbles screamed. She lunged for Boomer...
>
> "AH! Get her off!!!" Boomer screamed. Brick lunged for Bubbles, but
> Buttercup grabbed his long spiky ponytail. "Not so fast, pretty
boy" she
> said, and with that, she twirled him till he barfed on Boomer...
>
> add an emotion to how you fell about this part of the story:  [:O]
>
>
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>

That is SO Mojo! No wonder he was so upset when, after he caused
Bubbles temporary amnesia in "Los Dos Mojos," she began speaking Mo-
linguish (which was easy for her since the show had already established
her multlinguistical skills). After all, "the truth hurts."

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "goblinhitokiri"
<goblinhitokiri@...> wrote:
>
> Note: This started as an experiment with Mojo's trademark repetitive
> speech.

After reading your example of Mo-linguish, that is the words spoken
by Mojo Jojo in a repetative way, which is to say, repeating himself
in a way that is reflective of the television show on which Mojo Jojo
appeared when the television show was on in prime time in first run,
that is to say, when it was not being repeated over and over on
Boomerang much the way Mojo Jojo repeats things over and over in a
way that is repetative, in other words over and over. I found it to
be accurate in a way that sounds the way Mojo Jojo would leave an
answering machine message if Mojo Jojo had an answering machine,
which he probably does because he has many devices, including lasers,
computers, giant robots, and, yes, possibly answering machines.

DK
The moderator, that is to say, the follow who runs this group.

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, "goblinhitokiri"
<goblinhitokiri@...> wrote:
>
> Note: This started as an experiment with Mojo's trademark
repetitive
> speech.
>
>
> Lumpkins dialed the phone and plucked his Banjo strings while
waiting
> for Mojo to pick up. He blinked as the answering machine played
> instead:
>
> "Greetings; but Mojo Jojo is unavailable, for this message would
not
> have played if he—I—were here, which I am not, and this message
> function of the answering machine informs you of that, because I
> cannot take a call right now, so the answering machine must speak
in
> my place. Most likely, I am currently in jail due to those accursed
> Powerpuff Girls, and cannot pick up this particular phone and take
> your call, since I am so imprisoned against my will in a damned
human
> correctional facility."
>
> Lumpkins settled himself more comfortably in his rocking chair
(banjo
> silent) as Mojo's recording continued with a grunt, and he could
only
> imagine that the ape had just rolled his eyes then:
>
> "Yes, I did extend the machine's recording time; it was child's
play,
> and easier than speaking in a way that is irregular to me." A sigh
> here. "To the point, I will get back to you as soon as time permits—
> most likely meaning, as soon as I escape, and thus can take your
> message, then properly reply. Thank you for taking the time and
> energy to call and leave a message. If necessary, please leave your
> phone number. Again, thank you for calling, and have a nice day."
> Click.
>
> "'Lo Mojo, it's Fuzzy, an' I jus' wanted to ask if ya can come over
> fo' a game o' poker; when ya get back, we can still play—if I don't
> get thrown in jail too, an' we miss each other, or we're in jail at
> the same time," ended Lumpkins awkwardly. He set the phone down,
> leaned back, and played a steady tune on the strings as the chair
> rocked.
>

Note: This started as an experiment with Mojo's trademark repetitive
speech.


Lumpkins dialed the phone and plucked his Banjo strings while waiting
for Mojo to pick up. He blinked as the answering machine played
instead:

"Greetings; but Mojo Jojo is unavailable, for this message would not
have played if he—I—were here, which I am not, and this message
function of the answering machine informs you of that, because I
cannot take a call right now, so the answering machine must speak in
my place. Most likely, I am currently in jail due to those accursed
Powerpuff Girls, and cannot pick up this particular phone and take
your call, since I am so imprisoned against my will in a damned human
correctional facility."

Lumpkins settled himself more comfortably in his rocking chair (banjo
silent) as Mojo's recording continued with a grunt, and he could only
imagine that the ape had just rolled his eyes then:

"Yes, I did extend the machine's recording time; it was child's play,
and easier than speaking in a way that is irregular to me." A sigh
here. "To the point, I will get back to you as soon as time permits—
most likely meaning, as soon as I escape, and thus can take your
message, then properly reply. Thank you for taking the time and
energy to call and leave a message. If necessary, please leave your
phone number. Again, thank you for calling, and have a nice day."
Click.

"'Lo Mojo, it's Fuzzy, an' I jus' wanted to ask if ya can come over
fo' a game o' poker; when ya get back, we can still play—if I don't
get thrown in jail too, an' we miss each other, or we're in jail at
the same time," ended Lumpkins awkwardly. He set the phone down,
leaned back, and played a steady tune on the strings as the chair
rocked.

Thanks for the tip on digging up older stories--I just found some of
Jennifer Lynn Weston's work that was completely new to me! :D

Goblin,

Well technically, Hardly was mutated in the original episode but he
died soon after.  In the show he just became big and strong.  In our
fic we reasoned that was the first stage of his mutation and he would
eventually learn how to control his powers. He's kind of similar to
ClayFace from Batman now.  He's a shapeshifter.

As for Gary Curtis, he did indeed write Samuria Powerpuffs and luckily
he still his own archive of PPG fan fics on the web.  Here's the
address.

http://www.geocities.com/icekings2000/

And as for balancing ideas, I'm kind of doing that myself.  Over the
past year I've become actively involed with another website that
chronicles Fan Fics for an old Disney show called CHIP N' DALE'S RESCUE
RANGERS.  I just recently completed a 340 page fan fic in that genre
and am working on the sequel.  So yeah, I know where you're coming from.

Anyway, just keep working and writing and we look forward to seeing
what you can give us in the way of PPG fan fics.

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother

If I might make a suggestion.  There's a website I go to that has a
thing called the ten minute fic.  It's a challenge where the writers
sit down and spend no less than ten and no more than thirty minutes
writing a short story.  They can edit it after the thirty minute
duration and take as long as they want for that.  The longest story so
far produced by this method has been about five pages, but it's acted
as a sort of brainstorming exercise for the members and has produced
some really novel creations.

Since we have two new members here who are interested in writing, but
not ready to post a full story, why not try this exercise.  I am
extremely busy at the present, but I will take the time either tomorrow
or the day after and write such a fic and post it here.

Would anyone else like to try?  I think it would be a fun writing
exercise and it might help get some of the ole creative juices flowing.

Always Bubbly, Never Blue--Mark Morgan Jr. AKA Bubbles' Big Brother

As far as that goes I don't think posting a summary would do my story
much good as I am mostly sure the basic idea has been done before and
would be not very rewarding reading. My favorite thing to do with
fanfic is write a very simple story but have the style of the writing
itself be what makes the story enjoyable to read. I also enjoy making
jokes, and having the characters doing everyday things while their
characters are studied (which are things a summary makes sound very
wooden and boring, since I love character driven stories over plot
driven ones to boot).

Okay, I wasn't sure if that was the case, thank you :)!


--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, detective_kemper
<no_reply@...> wrote:
>
> Every single story that has ever made it to the once popular Pokey
> Oaks Fanfic Library is right here in the messages. Just go to
> MESSAGES, click OLDEST, and start reading. You'll see the evolution
> of this board, the fandom, the stories, the critiques, and all.
It's
> all there waiting to be rediscovered. Just explore.
>
> DK
>
> --- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, Rebecca Lakey
> <alicorn83@> wrote:
> >
> > I am not a teen and I was not saying anything to be angsty, it
was
> just a honest cry for help. I was just hoping for some insight into
> the background of the fandoms stories as a newcomer. As it is right
> now there is hardly anyway of finding older stories that are well
> known for being the best (or a running record of good new stories)
or
> a history or what has and hasn't been done in the fandom for the
> outsider fan just starting out. I was asking not because I felt I
> needed help with my story (or I would have posted a summary and a
> link, I have been writing fanfic since 1998, I know how such things
> are done) but only to get more of a feel for the fandom as it is
and
> was and maybe get someone to share a post or two here which might
be
> a helpful road map to those of us just bought in by the DVD series
> boxset. It is more than a bit much to come to a fandom full of
ideas
> that has a long history and have everyone talking about stories and
> authors back and forth
> >  that we have no idea the plots of nor where to find them nor if
> they are the placeholders for anything important we should know
> about. Perhaps this could be called angst in a way, but it is meant
> only as a heartfelt respectful angst if it is, from a need to
> understand rather than not understanding and wishing to stay that
> way.
>

Every single story that has ever made it to the once popular Pokey
Oaks Fanfic Library is right here in the messages. Just go to
MESSAGES, click OLDEST, and start reading. You'll see the evolution
of this board, the fandom, the stories, the critiques, and all. It's
all there waiting to be rediscovered. Just explore.

DK

--- In thepowerpuffgirlsfanficpage@yahoogroups.com, Rebecca Lakey
<alicorn83@...> wrote:
>
> I am not a teen and I was not saying anything to be angsty, it was
just a honest cry for help. I was just hoping for some insight into
the background of the fandoms stories as a newcomer. As it is right
now there is hardly anyway of finding older stories that are well
known for being the best (or a running record of good new stories) or
a history or what has and hasn't been done in the fandom for the
outsider fan just starting out. I was asking not because I felt I
needed help with my story (or I would have posted a summary and a
link, I have been writing fanfic since 1998, I know how such things
are done) but only to get more of a feel for the fandom as it is and
was and maybe get someone to share a post or two here which might be
a helpful road map to those of us just bought in by the DVD series
boxset. It is more than a bit much to come to a fandom full of ideas
that has a long history and have everyone talking about stories and
authors back and forth
>  that we have no idea the plots of nor where to find them nor if
they are the placeholders for anything important we should know
about. Perhaps this could be called angst in a way, but it is meant
only as a heartfelt respectful angst if it is, from a need to
understand rather than not understanding and wishing to stay that
way.