A Wish A Day,

Keeps Karnage Insane!

Part 4

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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Half An Hour Later; The Iron Vulture:

Baloo moaned at the bright lights, as he lifted his head, still dazed.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “This is what I get for having fifteen ice cream sundaes in one night.”

“Consider tat your last meal then, yah,” a voice said.

Baloo blinked his eyes. “Huh?” he said, as the blurry vision in front of him started to come into focus.

After a few moments, Dumptruck’s big form came into view, as he sneered at the restrained pilot.

“So good to be seeing you again, Baloo,” he growled.

“Dumptruck?!” Baloo felt like knocking himself out again. “Umm… I’m guessing you’re not here for a friendly visit, huh?” he asked nervously.

Dumptruck grinned none too kindly. “Hardly,” he simply replied, pounding his fist into his open palm.

“Figures,” Baloo groaned. He looked around, and found himself sitting tied to a chair. He tried to remember the last few moments before he… then his memories returned. ”Wait a minute! Where’s Donna?”

Dumptruck looked at him curiously. “Who?”

Baloo cringed, as his head was still giving him the aches, but for now his concern was the beautiful woman who had accompanied him that night. “Donna Katherine! The gal who was with me in my plane, which by the way I’m gonna be billing you for the damages! Where is she?!”

A low chuckle came from behind Dumptruck, a chuckle that Baloo recognised as Mad Dog, Dumptruck’s constant travelling buddy. He moved out from behind his larger companion, grinning at him widely.

“Would you like to see her, buddy?” he smirked. “Cos I know she’s just aching to see you.”

Suddenly, Baloo wasn’t feeling all that anxious to see her, judging by the looks of the two pirates in front of him.

“What is going on here?!” a loud voice demanded.

Baloo instantly recognised the voice as that of the lovely Donna Katherine, but there was something different about it now. The voice, normally so soft and enticing, had now become more hard-edged and strict. It sounded almost like Becky when she was mad, but with an accent. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the voice was that of…

“Ah, Baloo,” the cell-door opened, revealing the lady in question. “We meet again!”

Baloo felt his eyes pop out of his head.

Donna Katherine stood in front of him, but instead of the pleasing tight red dress that she had worn earlier, she was now dressed in none other than Don Karnage’s uniform? The clothes she wore were about a size or two too big for her, except for the chest size which needed to be let out (considerably), but it was definitely Karnage’s uniform, as Baloo had seen it often enough.

Donna had also removed her make-up, and her long thick red hair had been trimmed and tied back, making her look just like... 

Baloo felt ill. “Don… Donna?” he asked her hopefully.

Don Karnage gave him a sneer of her own. “As my former commander just said… Hardly, Baloo.”

The sneer, the sheer look of arrogance, as well as the phoney sounding accent was now undeniable. Baloo had noticed it before, when he first met her, but it had never occurred to him.

“Karnage???” Baloo asked, shocked. “Is that… you???”

Karnage frowned. “Believe me, in case you are wondering, the former outfit I was wearing was NOT that of my choosing.”

Baloo blinked. “Well, err… Hey, whatever tickles your fancy, I guess.”

Karnage looked at him funnily, before realising what he meant. “What? No! No, you do not understand… ”

Baloo shrugged. “Hey, what a man gets up to on his nights off is his own business. Some guys go around the clubs, others go dancing, and some I guess dress up in ladies underwear.”

Karnage’s face went red. “I do NOT go around wearing anything of that what you have just said! And I most certainly did not choose to go to that blasted club of your ape friends, wearing what I was!”

Baloo gave a sly grin. “Oh, how then? Your men dressed you and dropped you off?”

“Most definitely not!” Karnage roared, but then stopped and took a long breath. “Oh no, no, no, my round-bellied friend. You are not getting me to loose my temper so easily again. This time my thoughts are calm, clear, unconfused, and completely in focus of my goal.”

“And what goal’s that?” Baloo laughed. “Robbing a ladies dress shop? Hey, maybe you could pick something up for Becky while you’re at it?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, THIS WAS NOT MY DECISION TO MAKE!!!” Karnage exploded in fury.

Baloo smirked at him... or her, as that was the case now. “I’m sure it wasn’t, Miss calm and focused.”

Karnage glared at him. “Never mind!” she shouted. “I have been through to the dark regions of Hades and back to get you here! I tried simply spying on you and your household, attempting to gain the information I require, and each time I was met with… distress.” She shuddered visibly. “But now it has all been worth it. Now you are here, and I can at long last gain my long awaited prize.”

Baloo looked bewildered at him, wondering what the heck she was talking about.

By Nicholas Killpack

Colour By Kitsume

Karnage wielded her sword… and lost balance because of its heavy weight, and her reduced strength, almost falling over. She snarled, and hurried to hold the blade, pressing it against Baloo’s throat.

“Now tell me, my porky foe,” Karnage whispered silently, like a Cobra.

“You know, these jokes concerning my size are really getting old,” Baloo told her, gulping against the blade.

Karnage didn’t answer, and just kept the blade at him. “Where… are… the gemstones?!” she hissed at him.

Baloo looked at her, still utterly confounded. “What gemstones?” he asked, genuinely confused.

Karnage growled, pressing the blade further. “Do not play smart with me, Baloo!” she ordered. “As I said, I have been through one nightmare after another to gain your cargo. And I do not intend to let it escape me now, not after all I have been through. So you tell me now… Where.Are.The.Emeralds?!”

Baloo eyes widened. “Emeralds?” he said. “You mean the candy sweets I’m transporting tomorrow?”

Karnage felt as though someone had just rolled a whole truck over her. “Ca-ca-ca… “ she couldn’t even finish the one simple word.

“Candy,” Baloo finished for her. “Emerald’s the name of a new candy that the Cape Suzette Sweet Co just developed. I’m taking over a batch of them to one of their overseas companies tomorrow.” He lowered his head, and with his teeth he pulled out a small sweet wrapper, with the word ‘Emerald’ imprinted on it, from his breast-pocket. “Want some?”

Karnage just stood there with her blade shuddering in mid-air, and her one eye twitching like mad.

“How… Eh… Gad… “ Karnage looked as though she was