Prof. Horrible’s Sing Along story
This is sort of a crossover between the original Dr. Horrible’s sing along blog online musical sensation and Penguins of Madagascar, but I’d like to keep it in the PoM spot just because nobody’s really going to read it if it’s in a crossover section. The events of Dr. Horrible, and the songs, with the PoM characters jouer la comédie out certain parts. (Yes, Rico can talk.)
jouer la comédie Roles:
Kowalski..... Dr. Horrible/ Billy
Marlene …... Penny
Skipper....... Capt. Hammer
Julien......Mayor
Rico.......Moist
babouin Trio…..Bad Horse Choral
I will like to point out that Jackandjill2 has also been working on a crossover of this nature, and as soon it is up (if it is not already) go forth and read it! She has a knack for these types of stories, and I am not saying that lightly! It was actually a strange coincidence we were working on these at the same time. Anyway, read both of ours, and enjoy!
Let the montrer begin!
Act I – Part I
Thematic musique is played, a screen opens up. Kowalski is sitting at the computer monitor, the monitor being us, the reader. He is decked out in a white lab coat, as opposed to his usual black and white feather attire. Goggles nestled on his head, and plainly refused to budge from their space.
“Muahahahaha! Ahahaha! Ha ah HAH ahah!” Kowalski laughed maniacally.
“So that's, toi know...coming along. I'm working with a vocal coach; strengthening the ‘AAHHH’.” He thumped his chest, near his neck. “A lot of guys ignore the laugh, and that's about standards! If you're going to get into the Evil League of Evil, I mean toi have to have a memorable laugh. What do toi think Bad Horse didn't work on his whinny? His terrible - death whinny.” Kowalski shuddered.
“No response, BTW from the League yet, but, my application is strong this year; a letter of condemnation from the deputy mayor. That’s gotta have some weight, so, flippers crossed!” He crossed his flippers, a symbol of good luck for himself.
“EMAILS! 2sly4you writes: ‘Hey Genius’ Sarcasm. Wow, that’s original.” Kowalski - Professor Horrible, excuse me - rolled his eyes, and continued on lire the email.
“ ‘Where are the cacahuète, arachide beurre winkies toi were supposed to pull out of Private’s secret stash voûte with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed ou it would be in the papers.’ ” The email read. Horrible went on to contradict the writer.
“Well no, they’re not going to say anything in the press. But, BEHOLD.Transported from there - to here.”
Prof. Horrible reaches off camera and brings into view a Ziploc bag with a metallic and chocolat looking liquid inside. He pokes at it, awkwardly as it appears to be just a shimmering mass of nothing. Melted chocolat and cacahuète, arachide butter, perhaps.
“The molecules tend to shift during the trans-matter... um... event, but they were transported in bar form, and they clearly were...”
Prof. Horrible suddenly changes topic, becoming indignant and justifying his actions.
“And par the way it's not about making money. It's about TAKING money. Destroying the status quo because the "status" is NOT "quo". The world is a mess and I just need to rule it. I'm gonna...” he paused for a moment, sniffing at the bag “That smells like pumice.”
“So, Trans-matter is 75% and plus importantly - the Freeze-Ray is almost up. This is the one. Stops time. Freeze-ray. Tell your friends.” Kowalski nodded, appearing to be very pleased with himself. He starts flipping through the emails again.
“We have... OH! Here's one from our good friend Johnny Snow. ‘Prof. Horrible. I see toi are once again afraid to do battle with your nemesis. I waited at Central Park for 45 minutes’...Ok, dude. You're NOT my nemesis. My nemesis is Col. Skipper. He dislocated my shoulder... again... last week. LOOK, I'm just trying to change the world, OK? I don't have time for a grudge match with every poser with a feather duster. Besides, there's kids in that park, so...” Prof. Horrible sneered at the screen.
“Here's one from DeadNotSleeping.” He appears surprised at the strange name. “‘Longtime watcher, first time writing,’ Blah blah blah blah... ‘You always say on your blog that toi will 'show her the way, montrer her toi are a true villain. Who is 'her' and does she even know that you're’ “... Kowalski just looks up at the screen in disbelief. He hadn’t realized anybody had been paying attention that closely.
The scene changes to Marlene’s habitat. All the penguins are there, and Kowalski is off to the side. The camera focuses on him. His voice is heard chant as the song progresses.
“Inspection day
See toi there
Under things - Tumbling
Wanna say, l’amour your hair
Here I go -” A few secondes of incoherent babbling as Kowalski waddles par Marlene. She barely notices him, watching Skipper as he walks to the back of the cave.
“Mumbling.
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop
The world
With my freeze rayon, ray I will
Find the time to
Find the words to
Tell toi how
How toi make
Make me feel
What’s the phrase?
Like a fool
Kinda sick
Special needs
Anyways
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop the pain
It’s not a death rayon, ray ou an ice beam
That’s all Johnny Snow
I just think toi need time to know
That I’m the guy to make it real
The feelings toi don’t dare to feel
I’ll bend the world to our will
And we’ll make time stand still”
The dark professor drifted into an enticing daydream, dancing around the room with Marlene and Rico playing Spanish guitare in the background.
“That’s the plan
Rule the world
toi and me
Any day
l’amour your fur”
Did he actually say it out loud?! He mentally slapped himself. Marlene looked at him funny.
“What?” She asked. Kowalski’s toungue fumbled, slipping up a quick excuse. “No - I... l’amour the... air...”
“Anyway
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop -”
His regurgitating roommate and friend, Rico, walked in as he was finishing his blog. In his hands was a small pile of soggy letters. Prof. Horrible stood up quickly, shutting down the computer. He grabbed the letters that were handed to him, flipping through to the plus important ones. He looked at Rico.
“Hey, I heard toi went on a rendez-vous amoureux, date last night. Buck Rockgut told me toi went on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with Becky Badger!” Kowalski smiled at him
“Yeah, well… G-RRip Rabb (other Badger’s name), Ehhh…”
“Oh, I hear toi man. Hey, what’s this?” Kowalski picked up a single dripping envelope. “This is from Bad Horse; I’d recognize his symbol anywhere!” Kowalski said, turning it over.
“Wow.” a dit Rico, his eyes big. Kowalski opened the letter carefully.
The baboons pop out from behind an open door, chant to a spaghetti western tune. Their lyrics are what are on Kowalski/Prof. Horrible’s Letter.
*BAD HORSE CHORUS*
“This is great, I’m about to pull off a major heist! The Wonderflonium is the last ingredient I need for my Freeze ray, and with Bad Horse watching, I’ll be sure to get in!” He a dit excitedly. He placed the letter in his manteau pocket.
“Armored truck?” Asked Rico
“Courier Van, Candy from a baby.” Kowalski replied in a sneer.
“Cool. toi need help?”
“No, Rico. I need to fly solo on this one. The league is watching.”
“Oh, ok.” Rico replied. Kowalski opened a secret hatch in the HQ, and went down into his secret lab. He had some scheming to do.
This is sort of a crossover between the original Dr. Horrible’s sing along blog online musical sensation and Penguins of Madagascar, but I’d like to keep it in the PoM spot just because nobody’s really going to read it if it’s in a crossover section. The events of Dr. Horrible, and the songs, with the PoM characters jouer la comédie out certain parts. (Yes, Rico can talk.)
jouer la comédie Roles:
Kowalski..... Dr. Horrible/ Billy
Marlene …... Penny
Skipper....... Capt. Hammer
Julien......Mayor
Rico.......Moist
babouin Trio…..Bad Horse Choral
I will like to point out that Jackandjill2 has also been working on a crossover of this nature, and as soon it is up (if it is not already) go forth and read it! She has a knack for these types of stories, and I am not saying that lightly! It was actually a strange coincidence we were working on these at the same time. Anyway, read both of ours, and enjoy!
Let the montrer begin!
Act I – Part I
Thematic musique is played, a screen opens up. Kowalski is sitting at the computer monitor, the monitor being us, the reader. He is decked out in a white lab coat, as opposed to his usual black and white feather attire. Goggles nestled on his head, and plainly refused to budge from their space.
“Muahahahaha! Ahahaha! Ha ah HAH ahah!” Kowalski laughed maniacally.
“So that's, toi know...coming along. I'm working with a vocal coach; strengthening the ‘AAHHH’.” He thumped his chest, near his neck. “A lot of guys ignore the laugh, and that's about standards! If you're going to get into the Evil League of Evil, I mean toi have to have a memorable laugh. What do toi think Bad Horse didn't work on his whinny? His terrible - death whinny.” Kowalski shuddered.
“No response, BTW from the League yet, but, my application is strong this year; a letter of condemnation from the deputy mayor. That’s gotta have some weight, so, flippers crossed!” He crossed his flippers, a symbol of good luck for himself.
“EMAILS! 2sly4you writes: ‘Hey Genius’ Sarcasm. Wow, that’s original.” Kowalski - Professor Horrible, excuse me - rolled his eyes, and continued on lire the email.
“ ‘Where are the cacahuète, arachide beurre winkies toi were supposed to pull out of Private’s secret stash voûte with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed ou it would be in the papers.’ ” The email read. Horrible went on to contradict the writer.
“Well no, they’re not going to say anything in the press. But, BEHOLD.Transported from there - to here.”
Prof. Horrible reaches off camera and brings into view a Ziploc bag with a metallic and chocolat looking liquid inside. He pokes at it, awkwardly as it appears to be just a shimmering mass of nothing. Melted chocolat and cacahuète, arachide butter, perhaps.
“The molecules tend to shift during the trans-matter... um... event, but they were transported in bar form, and they clearly were...”
Prof. Horrible suddenly changes topic, becoming indignant and justifying his actions.
“And par the way it's not about making money. It's about TAKING money. Destroying the status quo because the "status" is NOT "quo". The world is a mess and I just need to rule it. I'm gonna...” he paused for a moment, sniffing at the bag “That smells like pumice.”
“So, Trans-matter is 75% and plus importantly - the Freeze-Ray is almost up. This is the one. Stops time. Freeze-ray. Tell your friends.” Kowalski nodded, appearing to be very pleased with himself. He starts flipping through the emails again.
“We have... OH! Here's one from our good friend Johnny Snow. ‘Prof. Horrible. I see toi are once again afraid to do battle with your nemesis. I waited at Central Park for 45 minutes’...Ok, dude. You're NOT my nemesis. My nemesis is Col. Skipper. He dislocated my shoulder... again... last week. LOOK, I'm just trying to change the world, OK? I don't have time for a grudge match with every poser with a feather duster. Besides, there's kids in that park, so...” Prof. Horrible sneered at the screen.
“Here's one from DeadNotSleeping.” He appears surprised at the strange name. “‘Longtime watcher, first time writing,’ Blah blah blah blah... ‘You always say on your blog that toi will 'show her the way, montrer her toi are a true villain. Who is 'her' and does she even know that you're’ “... Kowalski just looks up at the screen in disbelief. He hadn’t realized anybody had been paying attention that closely.
The scene changes to Marlene’s habitat. All the penguins are there, and Kowalski is off to the side. The camera focuses on him. His voice is heard chant as the song progresses.
“Inspection day
See toi there
Under things - Tumbling
Wanna say, l’amour your hair
Here I go -” A few secondes of incoherent babbling as Kowalski waddles par Marlene. She barely notices him, watching Skipper as he walks to the back of the cave.
“Mumbling.
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop
The world
With my freeze rayon, ray I will
Find the time to
Find the words to
Tell toi how
How toi make
Make me feel
What’s the phrase?
Like a fool
Kinda sick
Special needs
Anyways
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop the pain
It’s not a death rayon, ray ou an ice beam
That’s all Johnny Snow
I just think toi need time to know
That I’m the guy to make it real
The feelings toi don’t dare to feel
I’ll bend the world to our will
And we’ll make time stand still”
The dark professor drifted into an enticing daydream, dancing around the room with Marlene and Rico playing Spanish guitare in the background.
“That’s the plan
Rule the world
toi and me
Any day
l’amour your fur”
Did he actually say it out loud?! He mentally slapped himself. Marlene looked at him funny.
“What?” She asked. Kowalski’s toungue fumbled, slipping up a quick excuse. “No - I... l’amour the... air...”
“Anyway
With my freeze rayon, ray I will stop -”
His regurgitating roommate and friend, Rico, walked in as he was finishing his blog. In his hands was a small pile of soggy letters. Prof. Horrible stood up quickly, shutting down the computer. He grabbed the letters that were handed to him, flipping through to the plus important ones. He looked at Rico.
“Hey, I heard toi went on a rendez-vous amoureux, date last night. Buck Rockgut told me toi went on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with Becky Badger!” Kowalski smiled at him
“Yeah, well… G-RRip Rabb (other Badger’s name), Ehhh…”
“Oh, I hear toi man. Hey, what’s this?” Kowalski picked up a single dripping envelope. “This is from Bad Horse; I’d recognize his symbol anywhere!” Kowalski said, turning it over.
“Wow.” a dit Rico, his eyes big. Kowalski opened the letter carefully.
The baboons pop out from behind an open door, chant to a spaghetti western tune. Their lyrics are what are on Kowalski/Prof. Horrible’s Letter.
*BAD HORSE CHORUS*
“This is great, I’m about to pull off a major heist! The Wonderflonium is the last ingredient I need for my Freeze ray, and with Bad Horse watching, I’ll be sure to get in!” He a dit excitedly. He placed the letter in his manteau pocket.
“Armored truck?” Asked Rico
“Courier Van, Candy from a baby.” Kowalski replied in a sneer.
“Cool. toi need help?”
“No, Rico. I need to fly solo on this one. The league is watching.”
“Oh, ok.” Rico replied. Kowalski opened a secret hatch in the HQ, and went down into his secret lab. He had some scheming to do.
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