A Wish A Day,

Keeps Karnage Insane!

Part 2

 

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 - 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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Higher For Hire; Five Minutes Later:

 

 

Five minutes after he had left, Baloo came back into the room, humming.

 

Karnage had tried every trick to get out of the darn baby crib that he was stuck in, a sort of wooden cradle that barely reached Baloo’s midsection, but at the moment there was no way out. With his present size, a fall even from this height might cause him considerable harm.

 

“Okily doke, Baby Britches,” Baloo said cheerfully, as he stood over the crib, looking down on him. “Time to say bye-bye to the crib, and go bikey riding.”

 

 

By Turock

 

Karnage felt like shivering under the covers, as he looked up, up… and up at Baloo. From this angle, at Karnage’s small size, Baloo was a giant.

 

Baloo looked down at the young infant with a big friendly grin on his face, never suspecting that it was one of his worst enemies.

 

By Nicholas Killpack

 

Baloo lifted up both of his hands in front of him, wiggled his fingers, and reached down to pick the kid up.

 

As a soldier, captain, pirate and gentleman, Don Karnage knew that he should nobly accept any fate that destiny threw his way, with dignity and grace… Unfortunately, at that precise moment, he wasn’t feeling very noble…

 

“WAAAA!!!” Karnage wailed, floods of tears emitting from his eyes, as Baloo lifted him high from the bed, making him feel sick. It was like being in a car on a Ferris wheel, being slowly lifted up to the top.

 

“Oh cripes,” Baloo cursed slightly. “Err, there, there,” he added nervously, gently rocking the little one. He was a little unsure of how to handle babies, but his mama had always loved them, and he had often seen her taking care of them when he was a kid, so he had picked up a few tricks from her. Alas though, it seemed he hadn’t picked up enough, as the baby was still crying.

 

Karnage wanted to shout and curse at his long-time enemy, but he couldn’t even get his mouth to open properly. With no teeth, and barely any muscle control, he couldn’t get his mouth to form any words.

 

Baloo tried rocking the baby in his arms, laying it’s head down on his bicep, which earned Karnage a nose-full of Baloo’s B.O., making him gag, but not stopping his tears.

 

Baloo tried pulling funny faces, making silly noises, but nothing seemed to work. He frowned, trying to remember more of the tricks his mama had taught him, when suddenly he got an idea.

 

“Well, it worked once on the guys back at Louie’s,” Baloo said thoughtfully. “Maybe it’ll work on him, too?”

 

Baloo put the baby back down in the crib, balancing him on a pile of pillows, his cries refusing to silence. Baloo then turned around and grabbed a couple of things from around the room, which were a tablecloth and a small bunch of flowers from on the windowsill.

 

Baloo placed the flowers on top of his head, tied the tablecloth around his waist like a dress, and then… began to sing.

 

The baby instantly stopped crying, as it stared at Baloo with its mouth wide open while Baloo did a jig in the middle of the room.

 

“When life down here’s a thunder-cloud, I take off for the air.

 

I sore above the madding crowd without a single care.

 

I’m not one to stick around when problems start to brew.

 

So see you later, navigator. I know just what to do… I’m gone!”

 

Karnage’s eyes bulged, as Baloo pranced around the room, shaking his hips and tapping his feet, as he sang. If this had been a horror show on the radio, he’d be ducking behind the sofa right about now.

 

“Don’t trouble me with troubles, man. I’m gone!”

 

Baloo waltzed over to where the kid was still watching him. The baby had stopped crying, so obviously his little dance routine had worked.

 

Baloo laughed, as he picked the baby up again and hugged him to his chest, continuing to dance. 

 

To say that this was beyond humiliating for Don Karnage would be an underestimate. Unfortunately, he forgot that he still had the rest of the day to get through first, as sunset was still a good long way away.

 

“Okay, kiddo,” Baloo said, finished with the song, as he removed the tablecloth and flowers. “Time to get this show on the road. Let’s go for bikie ridies.”

 

Karnage rolled his eyes, but surrendered to his fate, as Baloo carried him out the room, and outside.

 

“Hey, Baloo,” Wildcat greeted him cheerfully, as he wiped an old bicycle with a rag. “Your bike’s all set up.”

 

Karnage stared at the bike in question. It looked more like a moving junk-pile than anything else. It was a dirty red colour for the most part, but was mostly covered in rust, some of which had been scrapped away. The pedals and handlebars seemed okay, and there was a large baby-seat strapped onto the rear, right behind the bicycle seat, and above the back wheel.

 

“Thanks, Wildcat,” Baloo said gratefully.

 

“No problem, you and your baby will be fine,” Wildcat looked at him curiously. “Hey, Baloo, how come I don’t remember you having a baby before?”

 

Baloo sighed. “Wildcat, I have NOT had a baby. I’m just looking after it for the day. Okay?”

 

“Oh, and then you give it back to its mommy?” Wildcat asked.

 

“Yeah,” Baloo replied.

 

“And then you have it at weekends, or do you have it every day like today?”

 

Baloo gave another sigh. “No, I… Never mind. Just show me how to strap Junior in here.”

 

“Oh, is that the baby’s name? Baloo Junior?” Wildcat asked, excited. “Can I be the godfather?!”

 

Baloo shook his head in mild amazement and disbelief.

 

Karnage wiggled about nervously, as he was placed onto the bike. Baloo fiddled with the straps, securing him in the little seat.

 

“Awww,” Wildcat said, as he came up to the infant. “He is sooo cute!” he reached out with his finger and tickled the baby’s chin. “Coochie, coochie, coooo!”

 

‘Heaven strike you down, simpleton!’ Karnage screamed at him mentally. ‘Pray you and I, Don Karnage, never meet when I am fully grown once more, for if we ever do, I will…!’

 

“I think he likes me.” Wildcat giggled, tickling the baby’s belly, to which Karnage struggled against for a little bit, but then sighed, accepting the futility of it all.

 

‘It’s just for a few hours,’ Karnage kept saying to himself. ‘And maybe this won’t be so bad? After all, maybe I can still learn a few things, even if I am now midget-size.’

 

“Now you just sit all nice and snugly, Baby Britches” Baloo said, also tickling him. “Unca Balooie’s gonna take you around Cape Suzette. So you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the view. Cos you’re gonna see a whole lot of something today!”

 

Karnage sighed. ‘Fine,’ he thought. He hadn’t really seen a whole lot of Cape Suzette to be truthful. He had always been too busy with pirating to ever go sightseeing. Maybe this will be an added bonus?

 

He took a deep breath, relaxed comfortably into his seat, and looked straight ahead…

 

…Just in time to see Baloo’s big grey butt come crashing down, settling on the bicycle seat, right in front of Karnage’s face, filling his

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