Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
There's also "I will activate my Inator in three! Two! One and a half! One and one quarter! Perry the Platypus, why aren't you foiling me?"
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Germany
Yeah, Doof actually *doesn´t* want to suceed in canon - at least not without a proper scrap with a fighting chance for Perry.
Heck, in one episode an eviler guy asks Doofs "Why don´t you just kill him", the idea of which leaves Doof utterly aghast. So while Doof might have wanted to *defeat* Perry, outright *killing* him isn´t something he wants at all.
But in the same vein that Doof doesn´t go for the kill against Perry, Perry never once used the poisonous spurs male platypi possess against Doof - so the fights between the two were very reglemented in a way akin to a "Gentleman´s Code of Honour"
Remember, Doof and Perry are BEST FRIENDS in a twisted way...so while their fights *are* genuine fights of Good vs. Evil, they are also a surprisingly heartwarming form of rough-housing.
And if they can´t fight against each other for whatever reason, they become *Borderline depressed* as a result.
...Now imagine just how *rotten* Doofs "victory" in this quest must feel to him...I genuinely feel sorry for him.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
On that note, Macbeth was around to witness the play when it came out. He was a good sport about it.
If you want to see Macbeth's origin and his relationship with Demona (the "inspiration" Lady Macbeth), check out the City of Stone story arc. Most of Gargoyles is sick but that's one of the top tier arcs.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I see it as a factor in Doofenshmirtz's insistence on openly ruling the Tri-State Area. Perry died in a scheme to take over the Tri-State Area, so if Doof gives it up later then what the fuck was the point?
- Location
- Somewhere.
Personally, we're Heinz Doofenshmirtz, I think we can put on a play as narrative space wedgie to beat the prophecy over the head with.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
- Location
- Germany
...Say, have Doof and Monogram ever actually *honestly* talked to each other about THAT FATEFUL DAY? Pretty sure that might clear up some of that bad blood they have between each other - especially Francis towards Heinz.
- Location
- Somewhere.
No, fight Demona with Macbeth.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think they have? I'm pretty sure I remember a relatively early scene about them visiting the Perry the Platypus memorial together.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
They didn't talk, moment of silence and all that.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah but wasn't there talking before the not talking?
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
There may have been sad music? And rain. Definitely rain. Very convenient, that Dramatic-Weather-Inator.
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
You guys are thinking too small, here, re: Demona and her curse of immortality.
Find a way to set her and Toffee against each other. See whose deathlessness cracks first.
Truly, a plan without flaw, within which nothing could go wrong.
Find a way to set her and Toffee against each other. See whose deathlessness cracks first.
Truly, a plan without flaw, within which nothing could go wrong.
KitRougard
Blatant furry. Deal with it.
- Location
- wherever I feel like~
- Pronouns
- He/She
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Nah, that's a total slap slap kiss scenario.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
"You know what? Let's exterminate humanity together!"
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
For most characters, getting them working with Demona would be a great form of sabotage, but Toffee conquered a world via Ludo.
- Location
- Peterborough, NH, USA
The question is which is which.
I'm just kidding... they're actually both dumpster fires!
In all seriousness though, that legitimately applies to the leadership of both.
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
So had a random thought that is brilliantly stupid and stupidly brilliant.....or maybe it's just late and I probably should go to sleep.
The basic idea formed when I thought about our two missing persons missions (namely finding Star and Donald) and then the robot duplicate tech we are working on being able to utilize.
So I thought, who would be the best person to find someone who doesn't want to be found? Why the person themselves!
Basically I want to make robot duplicates of them in order to help us find the real versions!!
It's just the kind of plan Doof would come up with.
The basic idea formed when I thought about our two missing persons missions (namely finding Star and Donald) and then the robot duplicate tech we are working on being able to utilize.
So I thought, who would be the best person to find someone who doesn't want to be found? Why the person themselves!
Basically I want to make robot duplicates of them in order to help us find the real versions!!
It's just the kind of plan Doof would come up with.
Lord Ultimus
Beautiful...
- Location
- Undisclosed Warehouse
I swear, I heard a sci-fi pitch just like this.
- Location
- Peterborough, NH, USA
We should really limit our use of the sun as a prison for magical evil beings. Don't want to Exdeath it up.
For clarity's sake, the backstory of the FF5 villain is essentially the same as Spiritomb, but with a tree. When a really powerful demon would show up, they'd seal it in a tree, using the same tree again and again, until it was possessed by the evil in question.
Bill's the only thing nasty enough that I'd countenance him causing this alone, but multiple magical immortals dumped in the sun could lead to... issues.
Didn't someone make a 'Teletubbies laughing baby but with Toffee' image for this idea upthread?
I mean, I sort of doubt they had Sinclair to work with when they made the doppleganger, so... theoretically possible since we have people who actually know them?
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Hammer Ham
Tumach
Majestic hat wearer
- Location
- a valid location
So, it sounded to me like there was some room in the B Series for a few OCs. I also remember from the show that some of Jumba's experiments had rather ... curious ... powers. Naturally, this sounded like a perfect place to see if I could make a canon-viable omake. So, here we go.
Hammer Ham
Lobsterclaw definitely wasn't in Mewni any more. In point of fact, he was on Earth, specifically in a city named San Fransokyo. And it was amazing. Giant buildings towered above the streets, which were packed with invisible goat drawn carriages (though he was beginning to wonder if they didn't actually have invisible goats pulling them; the streets were so packed there wasn't any room for any goats.) Multi-colored lights were everywhere. No matter how often he heard the rumors, Lobsterclaw just couldn't believe that none of it was magic.
Not that he was here to look at the sights. He had a job, and he couldn't afford to mess it up. Not again. He had a truck full of corn to deliver. So as the green lamp hanging above the crossroad lit, he pushed the lever that made the truck move - and then had to stomp on the "stop" lever.
There was someone standing in the middle of the road, one hand held out as if to stop Lobsterclaw's truck, the other carrying an enormous club that seemed to have been even bigger before the end was sliced clean off. Lobsterclaw knew the rules for delivering these shipments: Absolutely no running people over. No matter how tempting. So Lobsterclaw slammed his claw into the noisemaker button instead, and opened the window to shout "Hey buddy! Get out of the way!"
The man smiled from underneath the helmet he wore over his head and upper face. The helmet, as well as the armored vest, boots, and pads on his arms and legs, were dark red, with criss-crossing ridges all over it. "I'm afraid I can't do that, citizen," the man said in a deep, booming voice that easily cut across the city noise. "No, for too long have the people of this fair city suffered under this gastronomic oppression, this culinary tyranny! For too long have they been forced to choose between algae, crickets, and-" he brandished his club towards the truck "Corn!"
Ah, this was a robbery. That was OK, even somewhat expected, though more so in Mewni than here. It was why monsters like him were delivering the shipments, after all. His antennae quivered in excitement at the thought of a good fight - then they caught the scent of meat that rolled over him from the man, and it clicked.
Ham.
The man was wearing ham. And that wasn't a club; it was an enormous haunch of ham.
Lobsterclaw had a fairly high bar for strangeness. Any of the monsters that had worked for Ludo in his quest to steal Princess Star's wand did, and he had actually ended up being helped by her once, then actually used the wand himself. But realizing that he was being attacked by a man armed and armored in meat stunned him for a few seconds.
"And that is why I, The Hammer, cannot allow your truck to continue on its mission of a-maize-ing misery! Prepare to meat your maker!"
Lobsterclaw snapped out of his shock and prepared to deal with this lunatic, but it was too late. The man swung his big ham down, and suddenly, the truck's roof was collapsing in on itself and Lobsterclaw.
-=T=-
"You're telling me," Toffee stated flatly, "that your entire shipment of corn, including the truck, was turned into meat."
Lobsterclaw shifted in his chair. "Yes?" He didn't understand how, but even though Toffee was still completely calm, he was more frightening than his old boss Ludo had ever been. "I know it sounds stupid, but-"
He stopped as Toffee raised a claw. "No, no, I believe you. I've already had the same report from a different source, and they say the same thing. I appreciate your honesty, and as absurd as this was, I don't fault you for how it turned out. The convoys simply aren't prepared for that level of assault that far from Mewni. I suppose I'll have to correct that. You may go."
As the monster gratefully left, Toffee drummed his claws against his desk. More irritations, more complications. He was going to have to improve the security on his shipments. Again. It was galling, especially such an absurd, brazen stunt as this. And it certainly was a stunt; this 'Hammer' was actually selling his ham all across San Fransokyo. Toffee looked at the package of 'Hammer Ham' his contact had sent him. It literally had the man's cape name on it, but his lawyer (Toffee wasn't one, no matter how often others claimed his appearance indicated otherwise) claimed that Hammer Ham had an absolutely airtight case against any legal proceedings held against the company due to the 'clearly unconnected' villain's actions. Irritating, but doing something about it would require more resources than he could currently afford to assign to his toehold on that world. For now, at any rate. For now. Earth's day would come, though, soon enough.
-=T=-
"I hope you're satisfied," came a distinctly peeved sounding voice from further into the office as Mike was hanging up his gear (the parts that weren't made of ham, anyway).
He smiled broadly and looked towards his partner in business and crime. She was glaring at him over (now unnecessary) glasses, surrounded by a tornado of papers and forms. "Absolutely. That was the most fun I've had since we left the island. Looks like you've been enjoying yourself as well?"
"I'll have you know that the New Mewni Economic Investment Zone is quite irate at having an entire shipment of corn, truck and all, vandalized by some lunatic vigilante meathead, whose name is literally part of our corporate identity."
"I'll take that as a yes," Mike chuckled. "So, what story did you give them?"
"Well, obviously our company cannot be held responsible for the actions of our customers due to simple enthusiasm over the quality of our product."
Mike threw himself down into an armchair and shook his head. "I cannot believe they bought that."
"I," his partner informed him primly, pushing her glasses up her nose, "can sell anything." They stared at each other for a second. Then they both burst into laughter. As much as Karen might like to put up a respectable front, she was just as much an agent of chaos as Mike was. She just happened to think it was funnier when you claimed the madness was completely reasonable.
And she really could sell anything to anyone, just like he could turn anything into ham. Mike still had trouble believing that the superpower he'd been given by an alien scientist was the power of ham, but he had to admit that it could be surprisingly versatile. Add in that the alien doctor had managed to help them get out of Hawaii without the GalFeds noticing, and he was hardly going to complain.
Karen got serious pretty quickly, though. Much more quickly than Mike was used to from the young Japanese-Hawaiian woman, and not just as an act, either. "I think that I was pushing the limits of my power, though. Maybe it's just that the abstract concept of 'selling' only goes so far, or maybe it's not as good over the phone, but I'm not sure we can push too hard here. NMEIZ seems to be a lot more powerful than we thought, and I don't want to have escaped GalFed's reservation just to end up in a concrete box. Or worse."
Mike nodded, running his hand through his sweaty, straw-yellow hair. He was going to need a shower, but at least the undercostume he'd worn kept most of the ham scent off. Probably. He was sure Karen would let him know soon enough. "That shouldn't be a problem. We were going to hit a DEI shipment next anyway, right?"
"Yeeeah, that could be a problem," Karen replied. "The Doc sent us all a message while you were out. He seems to have gotten to the mainland himself, and he's asking us to meet up with him."
"I'm not seeing the problem here."
"The meeting's in Doofania," Karen grinned. Mike was sure she thought the city's new name was hilarious. "And I'm pretty sure Dr. Jookiba works for Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. now."
"Ah," Mike replied, his earlier bantering abilities having apparently gone on vacation.
"Maybe we should double check if this Doof guy is our new boss before we attack his stuff?"
"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea."
Hammer Ham
Lobsterclaw definitely wasn't in Mewni any more. In point of fact, he was on Earth, specifically in a city named San Fransokyo. And it was amazing. Giant buildings towered above the streets, which were packed with invisible goat drawn carriages (though he was beginning to wonder if they didn't actually have invisible goats pulling them; the streets were so packed there wasn't any room for any goats.) Multi-colored lights were everywhere. No matter how often he heard the rumors, Lobsterclaw just couldn't believe that none of it was magic.
Not that he was here to look at the sights. He had a job, and he couldn't afford to mess it up. Not again. He had a truck full of corn to deliver. So as the green lamp hanging above the crossroad lit, he pushed the lever that made the truck move - and then had to stomp on the "stop" lever.
There was someone standing in the middle of the road, one hand held out as if to stop Lobsterclaw's truck, the other carrying an enormous club that seemed to have been even bigger before the end was sliced clean off. Lobsterclaw knew the rules for delivering these shipments: Absolutely no running people over. No matter how tempting. So Lobsterclaw slammed his claw into the noisemaker button instead, and opened the window to shout "Hey buddy! Get out of the way!"
The man smiled from underneath the helmet he wore over his head and upper face. The helmet, as well as the armored vest, boots, and pads on his arms and legs, were dark red, with criss-crossing ridges all over it. "I'm afraid I can't do that, citizen," the man said in a deep, booming voice that easily cut across the city noise. "No, for too long have the people of this fair city suffered under this gastronomic oppression, this culinary tyranny! For too long have they been forced to choose between algae, crickets, and-" he brandished his club towards the truck "Corn!"
Ah, this was a robbery. That was OK, even somewhat expected, though more so in Mewni than here. It was why monsters like him were delivering the shipments, after all. His antennae quivered in excitement at the thought of a good fight - then they caught the scent of meat that rolled over him from the man, and it clicked.
Ham.
The man was wearing ham. And that wasn't a club; it was an enormous haunch of ham.
Lobsterclaw had a fairly high bar for strangeness. Any of the monsters that had worked for Ludo in his quest to steal Princess Star's wand did, and he had actually ended up being helped by her once, then actually used the wand himself. But realizing that he was being attacked by a man armed and armored in meat stunned him for a few seconds.
"And that is why I, The Hammer, cannot allow your truck to continue on its mission of a-maize-ing misery! Prepare to meat your maker!"
Lobsterclaw snapped out of his shock and prepared to deal with this lunatic, but it was too late. The man swung his big ham down, and suddenly, the truck's roof was collapsing in on itself and Lobsterclaw.
-=T=-
"You're telling me," Toffee stated flatly, "that your entire shipment of corn, including the truck, was turned into meat."
Lobsterclaw shifted in his chair. "Yes?" He didn't understand how, but even though Toffee was still completely calm, he was more frightening than his old boss Ludo had ever been. "I know it sounds stupid, but-"
He stopped as Toffee raised a claw. "No, no, I believe you. I've already had the same report from a different source, and they say the same thing. I appreciate your honesty, and as absurd as this was, I don't fault you for how it turned out. The convoys simply aren't prepared for that level of assault that far from Mewni. I suppose I'll have to correct that. You may go."
As the monster gratefully left, Toffee drummed his claws against his desk. More irritations, more complications. He was going to have to improve the security on his shipments. Again. It was galling, especially such an absurd, brazen stunt as this. And it certainly was a stunt; this 'Hammer' was actually selling his ham all across San Fransokyo. Toffee looked at the package of 'Hammer Ham' his contact had sent him. It literally had the man's cape name on it, but his lawyer (Toffee wasn't one, no matter how often others claimed his appearance indicated otherwise) claimed that Hammer Ham had an absolutely airtight case against any legal proceedings held against the company due to the 'clearly unconnected' villain's actions. Irritating, but doing something about it would require more resources than he could currently afford to assign to his toehold on that world. For now, at any rate. For now. Earth's day would come, though, soon enough.
-=T=-
"I hope you're satisfied," came a distinctly peeved sounding voice from further into the office as Mike was hanging up his gear (the parts that weren't made of ham, anyway).
He smiled broadly and looked towards his partner in business and crime. She was glaring at him over (now unnecessary) glasses, surrounded by a tornado of papers and forms. "Absolutely. That was the most fun I've had since we left the island. Looks like you've been enjoying yourself as well?"
"I'll have you know that the New Mewni Economic Investment Zone is quite irate at having an entire shipment of corn, truck and all, vandalized by some lunatic vigilante meathead, whose name is literally part of our corporate identity."
"I'll take that as a yes," Mike chuckled. "So, what story did you give them?"
"Well, obviously our company cannot be held responsible for the actions of our customers due to simple enthusiasm over the quality of our product."
Mike threw himself down into an armchair and shook his head. "I cannot believe they bought that."
"I," his partner informed him primly, pushing her glasses up her nose, "can sell anything." They stared at each other for a second. Then they both burst into laughter. As much as Karen might like to put up a respectable front, she was just as much an agent of chaos as Mike was. She just happened to think it was funnier when you claimed the madness was completely reasonable.
And she really could sell anything to anyone, just like he could turn anything into ham. Mike still had trouble believing that the superpower he'd been given by an alien scientist was the power of ham, but he had to admit that it could be surprisingly versatile. Add in that the alien doctor had managed to help them get out of Hawaii without the GalFeds noticing, and he was hardly going to complain.
Karen got serious pretty quickly, though. Much more quickly than Mike was used to from the young Japanese-Hawaiian woman, and not just as an act, either. "I think that I was pushing the limits of my power, though. Maybe it's just that the abstract concept of 'selling' only goes so far, or maybe it's not as good over the phone, but I'm not sure we can push too hard here. NMEIZ seems to be a lot more powerful than we thought, and I don't want to have escaped GalFed's reservation just to end up in a concrete box. Or worse."
Mike nodded, running his hand through his sweaty, straw-yellow hair. He was going to need a shower, but at least the undercostume he'd worn kept most of the ham scent off. Probably. He was sure Karen would let him know soon enough. "That shouldn't be a problem. We were going to hit a DEI shipment next anyway, right?"
"Yeeeah, that could be a problem," Karen replied. "The Doc sent us all a message while you were out. He seems to have gotten to the mainland himself, and he's asking us to meet up with him."
"I'm not seeing the problem here."
"The meeting's in Doofania," Karen grinned. Mike was sure she thought the city's new name was hilarious. "And I'm pretty sure Dr. Jookiba works for Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. now."
"Ah," Mike replied, his earlier bantering abilities having apparently gone on vacation.
"Maybe we should double check if this Doof guy is our new boss before we attack his stuff?"
"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea."
- Location
- Australia
A robotic duplicate wouldn't know how to find the original any better than we do because they would just be constructed from information we have.
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