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Be Cool Scooby Doo-Keeping Cool Ain’t All That Simple [Fanfiction]

Keep Your Cool

Daphne was the first to receive the phone call, but Velma had been the first of the gang to arrive on the scene.

A look of stone was etched across her features, refusing to let any emotion in as the fire-fighters scrambled to contain the blaze and the paramedics scrambled to stabilise their patients’ body as they loaded him into the ambulance and transport him to the emergency wing.

Velma rode with the patient to the hospital, making sure to keep Daphne informed at every stage of the journey via phone.

The patient briefly stirred, and begged Velma to come closer so he could whisper a haunting truth in her ear. Velma immediately contacted Daphne to share what she had learned, knowing it would break her just as much as it had shattered the life of her friend.

Daphne knocked the door frantically on Shaggy’s front door, doing a few extra push-ups and rubbing her knees like they had heated blisters. She was eager to get a move on.

Finally, the door opened, Shaggy scratched the pits of his arms, his eyes barely registering with the person in front of him. His facial hair had grown by a couple of inches overnight, making him look far bushier than his usual appearance cared to look.

“Daph? Like, it’s eight o’clock, that’s no time for me to be up. Me and Scoob have our snacks at ten sharp; every other hour beforehand is our siesta”

“It’s Fred, his dad…he tried to kill him this morning” Daphne began.

Shaggy paused, he pondered, and he darted back inside, shaved the few extra inches of hair off his chin, pulled on his brown pants and green t-shirt, and woke his Dane Scooby Doo up.

“Come on, Fred needs family” he said, grabbing Daphne’s hand

“Somehow I think family is his least favourite word right now” said Daphne.

Arriving at the hospital, Shaggy asked the doctors where Fred Jones had been stationed.

Easier asked then answered.

There were numerous Fred Jones, some of them even had middle names like Quincy, and Shaggy had to end up describing Fred and showing the nurse photos of him and the gang on cases to get some traction.

All the while Daphne huddled closer to Scooby, gently stroking the back of his long smooth brown fur with her right hand, her eyes gazing into his big bright pupils, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a Fred Jones sock puppet, placing it on Scooby’s left paw.

“Could you do me a favour and bring Fred to life for me? I know he isn’t really dead, but I just need him in this room with us right now”

“Ree rizz Rang, rooks rike rhe riminal ripped through ror ringers”

“You can say that again” Daphne muttered.

“Ree rizz rang…” Scooby began again, delighting Daphne that he’d taken her literally.

Finally, Shaggy got word on where Fred had been transferred to, and told Daphne to get a move on with Scooby in tow.

They made their way to Ward HB 18, Velma was waiting for them.

“Like, how is he Velms?” asked Shaggy.

“He’s going in for emergency surgery, they estimate he’ll survive, but they’ll have to place him in one of those medically induced comas” she explained.

“Why did his dad try to blow him up?” Daphne asked.

“Yeah, like, how do you know it was him?”

“Fred told me he’d received a note, It was in his handwriting, it was also laced with an explosive ink that reacts to the words and self-destruct code uttered by the person reading the note out” Velma replied.

“How does that work if you DON’T read it aloud?” asked Shaggy

“Gullibility, Fred has it in spades, that and Plot induced stupidity” Velma added.

“Something about this doesn’t sit right, we know Professor Huh is a criminal, but he went to bat for us, helped clear our names, and in exchange all he wanted was his freedom, and Fred gave it to him, and then he goes and repays him with this?”

“You know something? It could have just been his way of trying to reach Fred with a sincere, heartfelt letter, since leaving a video message would mean the feds or Fred could deduce his last port of call, and self destructing the letter probably wouldn’t have caused half the damage it’d done if Fred hadn’t read it right next to the Mystery Machine, which was loaded with fresh fuel” Velma explained., trying to spin this is as little more than a tragic misunderstanding and accident.

“You’re saying Fred’s at fault here?” Daphne angrily snapped, flaying her arms wildly, her fists clenched, looking to make physical contact with a wall or anything and even any one.

“I’ll take care of this” said Shaggy, escorting Daphne away, leading her to a row of seats in the waiting area.

Scooby looked through the hopelessly out of date magazine, using the hands on the Fred sock puppet to flip the pages, showing Daphne outdated ads for hotels off a distant coast that had long shut down.

Daphne appreciated the history lesson, but felt like Fred needed to be taught one.

“He’s impossible” Daphne said.

“Who? Fred? You’re assuming a lot, we haven’t gotten his side of the story yet” Shaggy cautioned.

“It’s just how I know him, like a kid at Christmas, he’s so eager to open his present and see how thoughtful someone is of him that he doesn’t consider the journey that person’s been on, a journey, while good in intention, is paved to heck and back”

“Aw, you know him; do I detect a little crush on your end?” Shaggy teased, he and Scooby pinching Daphne’s cheeks.

“I don’t know, sometimes he could be so short with me whenever I did something impulsive, he wanted to keep me under control. As much as I like him, I don’t think I could be brought to heel like that”

“”You rike romeone, ret rhem ree” Scooby replied.

“Yeah, take it from me, in my experience relationships are a real ball and chain” Shaggy said.

“Reah, Rall Rhey Ro Rs Range Ru” Scooby spoke, again using the Fred puppet as an out.

“What if you could be with someone and resist the urge to change? To stay a free spirit?” Daphne asked.

“I think two free untamed spirits together can make for a wild party, but there comes a time everyone’s gotta keep their cool” said Shaggy.

“Keeping cool ain’t all that simple” said Daphne, peeling the Fred puppet off of Scooby’s paw and playfully chewing it, venting her frustration like an animal.

“A little salt?” she said, holding out her hand.

“Uh uh, we are reserving our pinch for the king size subs they serve up in this joint’s kitchens”

Daphne tossed him a Scooby snack from her pocket.

“Sold” he said, tossing her his small package of salt, which she poured over the head of the half torn sock, she swiftly chewed down on it.

Shaggy laughed.

“You’re not just a free spirit; you’re the kind of wild and crazy spirit that’ll spend a thousand years haunting someone’s hill”

“Only a thousand? What’ll I do for eternity?”

Shaggy elected to get more hypothetical.

“Gee, let me think, spend it with all the friends you meet that end up passing on? Sorry, I’m no good at this”

Daphne seized her moment.

“You mean something like a permanent relationship? A marriage even?”

“Didn’t you hear what Scooby said? What I said? Relationships change you”

“”We as a team all have a relationship to some extent, it’s always been something that goes beyond conventional friendship between the four of us, but our bond runs so much deeper than that, you said it yourself earlier Norville, Fred needed family…and right now I do too. Because it’s my favourite word to use around you and Scoob. You’re my family””

“Oh no, you’re not pressing this whole girlfriend act on me again, bad enough a relative isn’t around for it this time” Shaggy protested, folding his arms.

“It wasn’t an act then, it isn’t an act now” Daphne replied

Anxious, Shaggy tried to shift a couple of goalposts, veering back to the subject at hand.

“We’ll help Fred cope with life past this point, as a family, his family, the only one he can really depend on”

Daphne gave Shaggy an affectionate look, her bewildering eyes causing tension knots to wrap around the pits of Shaggy’s stomach.

Their body temperature rose simultaneously, Shaggy broke into a sweat, but Daphne, while considerably warmer, remained composed, she leaned forward further, Shaggy knelt down as she pressed her body against his.

Scooby looked away, occasionally glancing back to check if reality wasn’t collapsing on his owner.

To the contrary, Shaggy soon got used to the weight of this new world, and , with his arms wrapped warmly around Daphne’s thin shoulders, brought it closer to him, his legs rose up in response to this most rosy of invitations to paradise.

Velma swiftly walked in to deliver an update on Fred’s condition and found the two locked together tightly in a pitch of pure passion.

“If you’re quite done, Fred’s stable, he should be waking up in a couple of days”

“Relieved?” Shaggy asked of the bedazzling red head in front of him, who was now gently resting her head on his chest.

“I think Fred’s gonna feel real lousy when he wakes up and learns about, well, this”

“Ah, so you reckon he does like you?” Shaggy said to Daphne.

“He loves that I like him, but I’ve often wondered if he loved me back or liked me enough to just enjoy my company, guess we’ll never know now”.

“Yeah, like, you’ve made your mind up…and changed mine, about a lot of things, somehow that kiss made all the difference. Don’t know how, but I’m totally spell bound, maybe there’s some kind of magic to this after all”

“You ready to take a ride with this spirit? I’m free if you are” Daphne replied.

“We can take this ride slow or just as fast as this day’s been, so long as we keep our cool”

“Now now Norville, you know such things aren’t so simple” Daphne said

Shaggy planted a smooth kiss on her lips upon completion of the sentence.

Doctor Who: The Good Place [Fanfiction]

The Good Place

She once contemplated whether or not she was a good man.

Her pal at the time told her she didn’t know.

After a while, upon given an army tailored for destruction as a birthday present, she declared she was not one. She was an idiot.

Maybe this is what this was.

The mark of Idiocy.

She and Graham had discovered The Herald, a powerful alien entity in The Doctor’s image, a creature they had encountered before in Bohemia during the 17th Century. It had escaped the Catastrophea, a dimension of perpetual disorder, The Doctor and her friends had sent it back.

Now, trapped in a logic cube with Berraka Dogbolter, they found the Herald being tortured. Its screams would scar any normal being.

The Doctor wouldn’t stand for it. She couldn’t.

Were The Doctor’s attempts to cut through the noise to settle The Herald courage on display? Or bull-headed stubbornness? A willing defiance and denial of danger to always ensure the right deed was done?

Graham had warned her, he asked if she was being wise, reminding her the last time they met her, she almost swallowed the planet whole.

The Doctor’s response was quick and all too overconfident. The rationale was simple, if they could overcome the danger once, they could do so again.

She could not stand to see someone tortured, even a former enemy.

She should have been wiser than this, now was no time to play the fool.

Someone had told her that once before, in her fifth incarnation, after too many people had died that day.

But that’s who she chose to be, that’s what she was defining herself as, a foolhardy go lucky, confident woman who relied too much on her own wisdom.

She reached out to the tortured Herald calmly; it identified her as “little mirror”, a commentary on its connection to The Doctor, as the real deal assured it she could ease its pain.

And then that pain opted to share itself with her.

The Herald’s mind opened to her, pouring into her like blood from an open wound, a transfusion of memories, faces, friends and rivals of old. River, Sarah Jane, Ian, Barbara, Susan, Jaime, Missy.

Regrets and romance, feelings and ferocity, every emotion the Doctor tried to let sleep in her mind had awoken.

She realised to her horror that the Herald was not just a creature that had patterned itself on her body to use as a template, it had absorbed everything that made her who she was. Mind, body, and possible soul.

The Herald was her.

Graham was right, she had not been a wise one this day. And now the truth frightened her. It chilled her to the bone.

In her state of vulnerability, her mind cast back to earlier, to how they had found the Herald in the first place, to the man whose very instincts picked up on the Herald’s cries for help and who had led the expedition down the tunnels to the torture chamber that contained her.

That man was her beloved Graham O’Brien.

Even when it wasn’t exactly her, he could distinctly hear the echo in her image, it’s cries, and he could lock on to it and find his way to it.

He could always find his way to her.

In an attempt to do good, she had overlooked the negative traits she had within herself, traits that compelled to splinter the Herald, she saw what a fool she had been to try and tame herself.

But Graham? Graham could ease her pain, a part of her contemplated having him ease the Herald, but she dared not risk exposing him to such turmoil.

As she explained what the Herald was to him, the vulnerability overtook her, and she held on to him, gripped him tightly, her warm delicate features grazing against his own, her arms wrapped tenderly around him, she felt safe. Terrified and sad, but content where she was.

For as long as she held him, she was in a wise place, a good place.

And in his grasp, she needn’t fear any future.

 

Doctor Who-I Can Feel It [Fanfiction]

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The TARDIS’ radiant emerald yellow light diminished and the central column gently came to a halt, the whole of the interior almost drowning in pitch blackness were not for a vibrant blue light.

The Doctor’s back came very close to leaning against one of the columns, her head was titled back, and her right hand was clenched, as if she were trying to draw enough strength to physically attack an unknown force that was driving her to an intense discomfort.

As a child, she had ran away from the untempered schism, as an elder with the temperament of a child, he had stolen away a ship and took his granddaughter to the stars. She was fearless in that instant.

When the time came to let her grandchild go, she had no fear there either

In thwarting the terrors of Mondas, she had faced the first of many deaths with just as much bravery.

This was an altogether different feeling.

This was a different kind of fear, a fear that rivalled the one forged in the caverns of Metabelis III.

A fear she wasn’t sure she could conquer.

Her face was a complicated jigsaw, changing expression to match the unease in which the anxiety had swept over her.

She felt an ache in the pit of her stomach, she felt a tremble in her hand, sensations of pain that only drove her to distraction, and set her on course for confusion.

There was anger and resentment towards this feeling, there needed to be a counter emotion, a strong show of force, an urge to resist and reject that fear, but it was proving a trying task.

Yaz couldn’t know, Ryan couldn’t know, she needed to hold it together for them, and for one other in particular.

That significant other soon walked into the room, whistling a few Broadway show tunes to himself.

“Hey Doc, what’s with the lights being out in here? We’re almost ready for supper…good on Ryan for paying, I’m skint. We could do with a few egg and ham sarnies from Greggs’, something to chew on while on the go, y’know?”

The Doctor didn’t dare turn around; she didn’t want to subject him to her pain when he was in such jubilant spirits.

But he could sense the disquiet in her soul, and he gently perched himself down where she sat and, seeing that she was now trembling, leaned over and placed a hand over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter Doc?”

The Doctor gently slid over to her side, leaning her head gently on Graham’s shoulder.

“Something’s coming for me…I can feel it” she whispered to him.

The two lay there, precious minutes ticking by, minutes that could be spent reassuring Yaz and Ryan that things were OK and they could go out for sandwiches.

The Doctor’s fears hadn’t left her, but she knew the courageous man providing her warmth in the uninviting darkness, both inner and outer, would never leave her either.

She could feel it.

Danger Mouse-If There Was A Mountain To Move

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Ah the supermarket, where frantic shoppers go to restock the contents of their fridge back at home, and it is here we find the world’s busiest secret agent.

“Let me see…OJ, OJ, OJ…ah, Purple Stuff” said DM as he popped the large container at the front of the trolley besides the boxes of cereal and French loafs.

He reached the frozen foods aisle, and a pang of nostalgia shot through his heart as he stared at the range of Melted licensed offerings.

Bumpsidaisy Burgers

He reached out to grab the item; he stared at the imagery, thinking back to the obsessions his friends had with the franchise, and reflecting on what this particular character the food was branded on meant to him.

A time where he had given a girl a bedazzling waltz that enabled him to save the world.

Another hand swiftly attempted to grab the item from his hand, their fingers nimbly overlapping over one another as the struggle to attain control of the box began in earnest.

“Hands off you, I called first dibs”

“And I’ll just call you a dib” came a familiar voice.

DM peered down to find the person on the other end clutching the box was Dawn, the girl he had shared magic with under the Northern Lights.

Here they stood now, grasping the box, looking over it to catch the expressions conveyed in their three eyes, two for Dawn, one for Danger Mouse, both wondering if their experience in the chilling cold could stir up warm emotion within them both now.

Surely that experience couldn’t have been for nothing? DM thought.

He could sense there was something more to the timeless child that stood before him, he’d seen her at her most selfish as well as at her most vulnerable, but that day he danced with her, the day they put both of their bodies through a wondrous motion, was the first time he had seen her at her most submissive.

She had learned to let go, to seal the cracks she had admitted to have seen within herself, and reflected that attitude through the pristine reflection of a mind, heart and soul at peace.

Something changed in him that day too, he had waited forever to find something to stir the song within his own soul, after years of falling victim to nerves, and Dawn had brought that courage to the forefront.

It could not have been for nothing, he knew it, and she must have too.

DM sighed, handing her the box.

“Here” he said.

Dawn gave him a sour look and looked for the expiration date, thinking DM was only letting her have the burgers because they’d gone off.

DM tried to provoke some small talk, in the hope he could break through the icy demeanour of the child nemesis and get to know her a bit better in this form, fearing at the same time she could turn to her teenage form and use her powers for destructive ends, bringing the whole of the supermarket crashing down on the teeming shoppers that populated it.

He had to be careful about it.

“I see you’ve changed your mind about Melted” he said, referring to how she never wanted to watch the movie again after their dance.

“These are the only burgers I happen to like in this wretched city, the branding doesn’t mean anything”

“I see, so there’s nothing there then? Maybe a film doesn’t matter all that much as you get older, which would, in your case, only be handled within a matter of seconds”

“No, a movie doesn’t matter” said Dawn, surprising DM with a swift clasp of her one free hand, she pulled at his arm, forcing his face to meet her height, and she clasped one side of his cheek softly

“The experience does” she says, kissing him on the nose.

“You turned that on rather rapidly” DM said, blushing ever so slightly.

“You can’t hide what you mean from me Mouse, you wouldn’t be standing here trying to get me involved in mushy grown-up talk, you’d be alerting your silly side-kick and that plucky back ended Professor to what I was doing looking for a way to stop whatever it is I was doing”

DM gave her a smug glance, he found Dawn’s ability to grasp the obvious a strong compliment to her character, it certainly put her in a league of her own, far beyond his other rivals and enemies, even friends.

Whether or not she was a friend in this instance was another matter entirely.

“Where’s Snuggle?” said DM, knowing Dawn’s friend, protector and caretaker could not be far behind.

“At the arcade machine, a driving simulator, he’s keeping my seat warm” Dawn replied.

“How’s he doing? I’ve never known him to drive”

“Oh he’s not playing the game, he’s just pretending to until I get back with some change to put in the slot”

“Do you have any?”

“No, so if I can’t play before I leave, nobody else is, I’ll have Snuggles smash it to pieces before we go”

“But who’d pay for that?” said DM.

“They all pay eventually” Dawn replied, letting out a cruel giggle.

“I believe in this instance, you can’t hide what you mean to me either” said DM.

“So what do you intend to do about it?”

“Care to flip a coin?” said DM, producing five pence from one of his suit’s pockets.

Dawn gasped, and swiftly grabbed it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” she said, giving the mouse another gentle touch on the nose with her gentle lips.

“Good, now hand it over” said DM, his hand outstretched, waiting for her to deposit something in his hand.

“Hand what over?”

“You know what I mean” said DM.

Dawn winked and gave him the hamburgers.

“What did we learn today?” DM said.

“Money can be exchanged for goods and services” she said.

“Run along” said DM.

Dawn relieved Snuggles of his pretend play through, jumped into the simulator, inserted the coin into the slot machine, and set to work on having a good time.

“We heading home after this?” Snuggles said.

“Somehow, I feel like I already was home” Dawn said.

As he watched Dawn play, DM felt that if there had been a mountain to move in this moment, he had just pushed Everest.

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DANGER MOUSE:

OLDER

(Contains Spoilers for “Melted”)


“I’m never watching that film again” Dawn Crumhorn vowed as the Mark IV darted across the arctic tundra en route back to London. She was tied to the back of the flying machine and was finding the wild winds difficult to tolerate, especially as they were messing up her hair.

“Well, at least Melted gained one fan to replace the one it just lost” came a voice from the intercom.

Dawn frowned.

It was him.

Her co-star in her most recent misadventure.

“I’m not talking to you, you cut my adaptation to ribbons”

“Terribly sorry about that, it took me a little while to get into the part” Danger Mouse replied.

“I should have kept your dimwit sidekick in the role of Bumpsydaisy, he’d have stuck to the script” Dawn continued

“Penfold is many things, but a willing accomplice would never fit” DM replied, having faith that his sidekick would never be completely swayed.

“And what about your pitiful pal? I’d much rather spend the rest of this trip talking with a fan of the experience than some newcomer who only used a priceless moment as a means to an end”

“He’s taking a nap, I should know, I gave him a little something in his refreshment to send him to slumber land” DM revealed, adding a tenth pillow from the car’s compartments to the pillow fort that he’d been forming around Penfold to keep him asleep.

“You put him to sleep?” Dawn asked.

“Which means we can talk” DM continued.

“Talk?”

“That big number we shared was a means to an end, but I meant everything I said in that performance Dawn”

Dawn felt something shoot up her spine.

At first, she believed it to be a rush of blisteringly cold air from the sharp winds that coursed through the sky and all over her body, but this felt like an internal jolt associated with the feelings of anxiety and unnerving uncertainty.

Whatever he had just admitted to, she believed him.

“How could you have possibly meant it? What was it I said?” she asked, unsure of whether to hate herself for asking as she was seemingly giving in to the kind of conversation her captor was trying to have with her.

“The whole spiel you had about the world being as cracked as the people you meet, that touched me Dawn, it reminded me of my own shortcomings when I was trying for a career as a musician and singer early on in my youth. My voice, and even the people in my life at the time, were all cracked and distorted. Everything was held to an impossibly high standard. The worst examples of anthropomorphic kind judged me on my ability and rejected me. All I wanted was a chance to play in their pen”

“That’s exactly how we met, I wanted nothing more than to have someone play with me, to give me undivided attention and respect, even love” Dawn admitted.

“Look at the pair of us Dawn, we demand everyone lavish us with attention in order to stroke our egos. At the worst of times, we want to embrace love in its most selfish state, only thinking selflessly of others when we give in its highs or lows”

“Are you saying that, deep down, I wanted to stop the literal meltdown of the planet?”

“Deep down, you wanted to be the hero, you wanted the redemption story. That’s what Melted was Dawn, a tale of love finding a way to cleanse the light of the darkness that was enveloping it. You wanted me to be your glue to mend the crack in your world, and I in turn needed you to be the light, I needed you to help me to take charge of my voice, to command a worldwide stage and make us both the heroes of the story. We brought the light of Melted into a world that sorely needed it. Love held back the ocean, it turned the tide, and we stopped the flood”

Dawn absorbed what DM had said, and rattled back with something she needed to hear. She hated herself for asking in light of the strength in the marvellous mouse’s words, but she needed to hear this from his lips.

“When you were saying ‘I can’t, I can’t’ earlier, you weren’t suggesting you couldn’t bring yourself to sing, you were afraid to admit something about yourself to me, a side that could get you in trouble with your superiors. There was a hidden meaning to it, just as there was when I made my own intentions clear…when I demanded you play Bumpsydaisy. It wasn’t humiliation I wanted from you, I may have said that just to be cheeky, but it wasn’t what I wanted from you at all. It was the chance for you to reciprocate what I was already feeling”

Danger Mouse felt the unnerving cold shoot down his neck as the tension built, only for it to then steadily fade. He smiled.

Dawn understood.

“You’re right, you’re exactly right, I jumped at the part after I thought back to what Penfold had said about the character when he was telling me all about the musical. I feigned disinterest but it struck a chord with me, it got me thinking about how we first interacted, I couldn’t help myself, I even knew instinctively what your favourite game was on that day, it was hide and seek. That right there demonstrates synergy I haven’t had with almost anyone else”

Col. K’s hologram form suddenly formed before DM as he contacted the two.

“Ah congratulations DM, that performance was absolutely riveting. During your duet, Squawkencluck got so caught up in the moment she nearly jumped into my arms, completely forgetting I’m a hologram 50% of the time, she landed straight on her chest, the poor woman. What’s your E.T.A? We have a nice soft cell waiting for young Dawn that’ll serve her well, at least until her father bails her out with his vast wealth, resources and connections. See you when you get here”

DM smiled, though he was quite uneasy, and turned off the hologram. He wasn’t quite sure how to break it to the absent-minded Colonel that Dawn’s father had been exiled to deep space long ago. A good thing in this case.

“Is what you feel worse than a prison sentence?” Dawn asked.

“To some people it might very well be, but I believe what I feel is something that travels with me, not something that hinders me. It reminds me there is good to come in my twilight years when you’re all caught up and we can truly embrace what we have with confidence we won’t be judged”

“Why tell me now? I could very well say something”

“Dawn, you won’t tell. As you said, your intentions were clear. Right there, in your soul, and in your song, the understanding we share is tangible and real. These feelings will always stay with you regardless, and you won’t want to give that up”

“That’s probably why I’ll never watch the film again…it does nothing now but remind me of what we shared, and what we can never have for as long as age and our opposite experiences divide us”

“Youth is fleeting Dawn, it forever will be, if we can hold on to the hope time can heal those scars of yours, and provided our hearts aren’t pulled in other directions, then we can also hope to act on whatever impulses linger in the farthest future”

“Said with such conviction…but you’re right, we need to give each other time, when I grow up, when I allow myself to grow up, we’ll explore this further. I won’t tell, I’ll treasure our moment Mouse, but don’t think for a second it will go on to define where we stand as long as I’m still young. I’m still a spoiled, selfish little girl, and still every bit your worst nightmare”

“And I will be as determined to stop you for as long as you stay where you are…but know that, for that brief moment in time, when we shared the fate of the world in the palm of our hands, we were wiser, and you? You were older

Danger Mouse-Danger/Dawn: Everything I Need [Fanvid]

 

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DM is currently on hiatus, but there was room for this year’s Christmas special in the schedules this week, and it was a parody of “Frozen” called “Melted”. Pink Dawn, Penfold, Col. K and Squawk all love the movie (Squawk doesn’t even like films but enjoys Melted more for the experience) and DM doesn’t see the point of it. We later learn DM has a repressed childhood memory of being criticised for his singing.

Dawn decides to reenact the plot of the movie and assumes the role of Princess Zora, who has the power to melt things, she casts DM as the villain and begins melting the polar ice caps as part of her method acting. Only she can turn the device off, so DM has to appeal to her fanatical devotion to the film in order to save the day. He ultimately takes on the role of Zora’s manservant and crush Bumpseydaisy and manages to successfully pull off the big musical number at the end. Dawn is captured and realises the movie was more trouble than it’s worth and vows never to watch it again.

The Ship Teasing in this episode is off the chain, especially with DM and Dawn, which surprised me since there’s a lot of Jail Bait implications if it were more serious. Dawn ‘s spiel about her and DM being cracked gave DM empathy with her due to his own issues with singing and his whole world crashing down on him back then, he admits to understanding how she felt. Dawn is the one who suggests DM become Bumpseydaisy, her excuse is that it will be more humiliating for him, but one can’t help but wonder, given the info dump on this character Penfold was giving DM earlier in the episode with his “poseable action figures” (aka dolls), there was perhaps something more to it, and what it tells us about DM (again, probably nothing they can afford to delve into without attracting the Lolitta crowd)

There was some adult humour too, when Penfold tells Squawk not to touch his “honker” (in reality, a plush doll called Honker the Magic Walrus), Squawk is pretty cute throughout this episode, embracing more of a sentimental side to herself, her reaction to Penfold playing with his dolls is great, and DM’s singing even moves her to tears.

Next to the Halloween special and “A Fistful of Penfolds”, this is definitely my favourite of the lot we’ve gotten so far this season.