A Wish A Day,

Keeps Karnage Insane!

Part 1

 

By

Storyseeker

 

 

 

 

Talespin does not belong to me, nor do any of its characters… They’re Disney’s! I’m not in this for the money, just for fun! All original characters belong to me, but anyone is welcome to use them if they wish. And anyone who wants to use any of my scenes, to attempt a bit of art, then please go right ahead!

 

Many thanks to the artists for their incredible illustrations of my scenes, especially Lee Salpietro for also letting me use some of her screenshots from her website, of the show!

 

Artists:

 

Lee Salpietro (Webmaster) -  http://talespinhq.com/

Kitsume - http://kitsume.tripod.com/

Equigoyle - http://equigoyle.deviantart.com/

Silverbolt - http://silverbolt2012.deviantart.com/gallery/

Turock

Margolo Blu

 

But an extra special thanks goes to Nicholas Killpack - http://www.myspace.com/duwolfe who has done waaaay more than he should have done! Many thanks!

 

And also many thanks to Kitsume, Silverbolt and Equigoyle who’ve been most kind to colour in some of the illustrations, despite their busy schedules!

 

Just in case some people get insulted at the way some scenes are written, such as the sexist remarks… etc. Please remember that I’m trying to keep all the characters in line to the show, so things like sexism was typical for Baloo and other characters, and remember that the show was set in the 1930s, so things were different back then.

 

Any feedback, comments, praises or flames will be most welcome! 

 

 

 

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Don Karnage’s Ship (The Iron Vulture);

Day One; 0230AM:

 

 

 

 

Don Karnage overlooked the platform of his ship, the Iron Vulture, as his men swabbed the deck and went on about their businesses. He glanced distastefully at those who stood about, doing nothing.

 

‘Incompetent idiosyncrasies,’ he thought, and then added out loud. “What are you doing, my mindless minions?!”

 

A few of the men jumped at his snippy tone, but quickly collected themselves.

 

“Err, nothing, sir,” one of them replied.

 

“Exactly!” Karnage snapped. “So why precisely are you doing nothing? When you should be off doing your duties that I, your most magnificent commander Don Karnage, have allocated you! Get back to work!”

 

The men quickly jumped to their feet, and raced off to their duties.

 

Don Karnage, pirate of the seven skies, fumed over the deck of his ship. Things had not been going well for him and his crew. They had not had a decent loot and pillage in months, mainly because of Baloo. For such an insufferable and ridiculous pilot, he had sure made enough trouble for them over the past year. Thanks to him, nearly all of Karnage’s operations had come to a screeching halt. Every time when they started something worthwhile, Baloo and his annoying crew somehow managed to come in and ruin it all for them.

 

“We need something to get us back on the track,” Karnage thought out-loud. “But what?” His mind pondered a list of options. They could go back to looting planes again, but Kahn’s aeroplanes had improved upon their security a lot in the past year. And the freelance pilots, although their planes were nowhere near as advanced as Kahn’s, they were still more than enough to give his crew a run for their money.

 

Karnage sighed, his brain starting to hurt.

 

“Captain?!” a voice yelled out.

 

Karnage looked to his left to see one of his crew, a shaggy gold-coloured wolf called Hacksaw, come running up to him, carrying something.

 

“Captain, I found this!” he said, as he held out what looked like nothing more than an old bottle. The bottle appeared to be something of an Arabic style, one of those bottles with a large bottom and a thin spout at the top.

 

Karnage took the bottle from him, viewing it with distaste, giving the Air Pirate an equal look. “Yes? And just what is it that I am supposed to be observing?”

 

By Nicholas Killpack

Coloured by Silverbolt

 

“Well,” the shaggy wolf said nervously. “Well, I found it floating in the sea. It looks very old, and once you wash all the grime off, I’m sure it will look very nice, and… “

 

“And what?!” Karnage clenched his fists, loosing patience. “What is it that I am supposed to do with a filthy old bottle? Use it for a plant-holder?!”

 

Hacksaw backed away, sheepishly. “Well, I thought maybe it could be an antique. I mean, we could use all the luck and money we can get, so… “ He stopped at the dangerous look that Karnage was giving him.

 

“And just what is it that you mean by that remark that you say?” Karnage said, his voice low and hissing.

 

Hacksaw gulped. “Well, I-I-I thought that… Well, truth be told, we haven’t had that whole of a lot of good luck lately. What with Kahn’s forces, and… and-and… Baloo.”

 

“What?!” Karnage snapped, straining his ears to hear the last word.

 

“B-B-Baloo,” Hacksaw stuttered.

 

Karnage grabbed the pirate by the scuff of his neck, and forced him to his eye level, staring at him murderously. “Never ever mention that name in my glorious presence again! Understand?”

 

Hacksaw nodded his head vigorously.

 

“And in answer to your vulgar description of our so-called lack of good luck,” Karnage continued. “There is no problem whatsoever! True, we have not been doing so well in the art of the plundering and pillaging, as we usually do, but that is because it is all due to my masterful plan.”

 

“Ohhh, sorry, boss… I mean captain!” Hacksaw saluted his commanding officer. “I didn’t realise you was planning something.”

 

“Of course not,” Karnage scoffed. “You are merely one of my many brave and brainless soldiers, how could you know?”

 

Hacksaw smiled. “Thank you, captain. May I ask, what is the plan?”

 

“You may.” Karnage replied. “Be sure to keep your ears tuned in, as your mind may not be adequate enough to comprehend the sheer brilliance of my ingenious idea… The reason for my lack of attacks on Cape Suzette, and such, is because I am simply buying my time, and leading the land-lovers into a false sense of security. Once they are in their moments of peace-loving harmony, we shall make our move and attack.”

 

“Oh, brilliant, captain!” Hacksaw clapped his hands together in glee. “And what shall be our target?”

 

Karnage paused at that, his mind going blank for a moment.

 

“Captain?”

 

“Do not ask me such blandly bothersome questions!” Karnage snapped. “We will obviously go for that, which is the most expensive, and the most highest of high items that there is to steal. What else would we go after?”

 

“Oh, of course, captain,” Hacksaw humbly agreed. “Oh, err, what shall I do with the bottle?”

 

Karnage rolled his eyes. “I will see to it! Now go back to your station… And inform me immediately when Mad Dog and Dumptruck return. They should have been back hours ago. Where are they?!”

 

“I believe they went out for professions, sir,” Hacksaw informed him. “They might have ran into a little trouble on the way. It’s hard for us to go out and shop, what with all the bulletins out for us,” he said, as he ran back to his station, as told to.

 

Karnage sighed, wondering where all the good help had gone in the world, and why was he stuck with the rejects? And WHY, pray tell, were Mad Dog and Dumptruck even bothering to shop for professions, when they could just steal them???

 

He frowned, as he carried the bottle back to his quarters. Truthfully, he had no idea what he and his men would go after. The idea of leading Cape Suzette into a false sense of security sounded good, but even so, what would they steal? Even if nobody expected them, security was always at its highest, particularly when it concerned all of the best items there were to steal.

 

Karnage scratched the side of his head with the bottle. He cringed at the smell of the ocean grime on it. As he entered his quarters, he flung it over to the side of the room, and went back to check on his maps.

 

“I need some bit of help,” he silently prayed to whatever God would take notice of a pirate’s prayer.

 

Little did he know, from over the other side of the room, a tiny disembodied ear was listening to every word he was saying.

 

The bottle rolled a little to the left, on the floor, as though waiting impatiently.

 

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Louie’s Place; Six Hours Later:

 

 

 

 

 

Dumptruck and Mad Dog covered their faces with the hoods of their oversized cloaks, fearful of being discovered, as several of Kahn’s pilots entered the club. Fortunately, none of them looked their way, as they had just spent eight straight hours flying from several

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