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Not the Same Thing	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Animaniacs Views: 3794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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************ ACT I *************
4:30 a.m. and the ACME labs were quiet, not a creature was stirring except for two mice, creeping their way back in. One is a genius; and currently bruised, and burned in several places. The other is insane; in the loony as a fruitcake sort of way and like his shorter large headed compatriot, he too was rather burned and battered.
"Another night's work failed!" the shorter mouse muttered. He was short; maybe just a little more than half the height of his companion but his head was proportionately quite large. "We only had to get through one more security checkpoint and the IRS tax codes would have been ours. One more checkpoint Pinky!"
"Sorry Brain" he was taller if nothing else, he could be called the muscle of the pair but his strength was only average. His cockney accent went well the apologetic look on his face.
The two made there way, as they always did, down from the air duct, across the lab floor and up the side of the table and finally back into their shared domicile; a simple cage.
"Pinky tonight's failure was entirely your doing! I'm quite certain it was your disguise that aroused the guards' suspicion. Or rather your disguise's unconvincing nature."
"I'm sorry Brain" he mewled, "I didn't an to blow our cover but the moustache tickles my nose I couldn't help the sneeze."
Brain paused as he tended his wounds, another morning ritual he had become frustratingly accustomed to. He was angry but he could never stay angry at Pinky for very long. For starters it was not practical, after all they did share a cage, nor pragmatic since he was the only other being he could talk to. There was also a bit of empathy; Pinky just wasn't very bright.
"It's okay Pinky I think I know the problem." he sighed, realizing it may be time to try something a little different. "I've been noticing an unfortunate pattern to our attempts of late Pinky, and while you seem to be directly or indirectly the cause of eighty-two-point-four percent of the failures I wonder if my leadership style isn't to blame for at least fifty percent of that."
"Uhhhhh..." He recognized the glazed vacant look in his cohort's eyes. Too many numbers, "The point is Pinky your shortcomings might just be due to lack of preparation."
"But Braaain, I do the best I can but the plans are always so hard and have to do all the preparing the same night."
"That's precisely it Pinky. Since I'm the one coming up with the plans I'm always prepared mentally for the endeavour. You however always have to make due what you can manage to throw together an hour or so before we start the plan... if as much. Come to think of it, it's a wonder we get as close as we do to success."
"So what's the fix Brain" he was more cheerful now, he knew he'd been forgiven and was as always happy to participate.
"I'll let you know Tomorrow night Pinky"
"What are we doing tomorrow night Brain?"
"The same thing we do every night Pinky, Try to take over the World!"
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The Next Night
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"Okay Pinky I've given it some thought and I've decided to tell you tomorrow night's plan tonight." The taller mouse raised a hand,
"oh, Oh, I have a question Brain."
Brain could only sigh, and mentally prepare himself for the inanity that was to follow, "Very well Pinky what is your question?" he knew the question would be stupid, but he always listened none-the-less.
"If you're telling me tomorrow's plan tonight, does that mean you'll tell me tonight's plan tomorrow?"
Brain blinked and shook his head. "That question made far more sense than it should have " he mused aloud. That in-of-itself was disturbing; one could practically gauge a person's sanity and intelligence by how well they could understand Pinky. "The answer Pinky is that the plan for tonight is to make proper preparations for tomorrow night. To night we will go over the plan, contingencies, our covers and our objectives." he then pointed, "And You will work on your disguises, your lines and your acting."
Pinky raised his hand again. "Yes, Pinky?" "How will the ducks the get the marmalade in the sneakers?"
There was a sharp stabbing pain in his head. It was an all too familiar pain. The pain one gets when any normal or intelligent mind tries to contemplate not only a 'Pinky question' but the thought process, if one could even call it that, that created it. Yet it was a refreshing pain, it was enough to make him feel like he wasn't losing his grip on sanity.
"Now on to the plan" He brought up the ever-present flip board. "Tonight, er Tomorrow night..." habits die hard, "...we will begin our bid to control the senate and the presidency of the United States and through it THE WORLD."
"How will we do that Brain?" "As luck would have it several key senators and the president himself have come down with excruciating toothaches no doubt related to last weeks Halloween festivities. Now Washington being what it is, they all plan to visit the same dental facilities." he turned the page, "We will sneak into the facility, pose as dentists and extract their problematic teeth and replace them with specially modified dental fillings" another page turned, "These fillings contain tiny micro-transceivers which will not only allow me to hear their every word but to have my orders broadcast subliminally to them during their sleep. Not only will we be privy to the secrets of the most powerful nation on the planet but we will also control its decisions thus giving us complete anonymous control"
"But won't there be a lot of security?"
The chart page turned again.
"Yes, yes there will Pinky, but as luck would have it again, the dentist's office, like every other in the country is particularly busy with children and their toothaches. We will pose as a mother and child coming in to see a dentist where we will initially blend in with the crowd. Then when the senators arrive we will change disguises and pose as dentists, perform the operations and then leave all without arousing suspicion." It was a perfect plan if he said so himself and he did.
"So what do we do tonight Brain?"
"Tonight Pinky I will hack into the various dental offices and alter the scheduling so that the senators arrive one after the other. Thusly allowing us to work with maximum efficiency. You will spend the night working on your disguises."
"Sooo I need to dress up as a kid with a toothache, ooh! I have the perfect beanie! Narf!"
"No Pinky you will be in the guise of a mother taking her child to the dentist and a dental assistant. Your relative height will make you more believable as the mother. That 'Narf' though was always a sign that Pinky was getting enthusiastic about the plan. "You should probably consider two more disguises in case we need to make a get away or change our cover."
"Ah can do that Brain you bet I can. Zort!" The night went buy uneventfully. For Brain he spent most of it at one of the lab's terminals, hacking into the scheduling system at the dental clinic and several of the senators. By the end he'd managed to arrange it so that they would be able to be seen consecutively. It also allowed him time to research the dental records of his patients to be; he even made certain that any engagements they had previously for the night were cancelled. If nothing else this new 'Fix' would allow him to prepare for any eventualities. Even if Pinky managed to goof things up Brain was certain his increased preparation would be sufficient to counter the effects.
Pinky was strangely focused this particular evening. He found himself actually managing to hold a train of thought and action or ten minutes at a time. He was determined not to let his friend down. Of course watching the fashion channel and Lifetime all night was a lot harder than he had planned, the temptation to switch to cartoons was constant. But still he averaged ten minutes of research to 30 minutes of cartoons for the early part of the night. The later half of the night was spent placing online orders for certain items.
So the Night came and went, and the day that followed. Even Brain had to admit it was a refreshing change to not have to spend the day half asleep or treating miscellaneous injuries.
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The next night, things were back on their normal track.
"So what are we going to do tonight Brain?"
"The same thing we do every night Pinky. Try to take over the World!" He spent a few minutes reminding Pinky of the plan and the minor alterations.
"Are you clear on the plan Pinky?"
"I think so brain, but won't the Tooth Fairy be mad with us?"
"No Pinky. No she won't. Now get changed, we need to be on time to catch the bus to down town Washington."
"Oh you just wait Brain I did lots of work on my disguise this time. Troz!!" and off went Pinky. Brain found himself pleased by the enthusiasm at least though experience had taught him not to be overly optimistic when it came to Pinky's endeavours. His own disguise was simple. A beanie, blue shorts and a striped shirt. I considered adding the balloon but thought better of it. Who flew balloons at night? For the finishing touch he put a bit of cotton in his to make it look swollen.
"Pinky! Aren't you ready yet? The bus will be here soon!"
"Just a few more minutes Brain" the voice came from the opposite en of the table, which only annoyed Brain slightly. He had prepared a contingency plan for just such an occurrence, the pigeons on the roof would not be the most comfortable mode of transport but thy were easily bribed and...
"Okay Brain! Ready! Narf!"
Brain turned, "Finally I was beginning to wonder if...if...P-Pinky?" there have been very few times in that Brain, master of superb intellectual elocution that he was, found himself at a loss for words. Coincidentally all previous occurrences we caused by Pinky usually by way of a particularly stupid question or observation. This time however it was from sheer shock and awe. Pinky was ... Gorgeous!
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He recognized the disguise well enough, or rather the type of disguise, Pinky's standard 'lady' disguise. A blouse, white, long sleeved with ruffled cuffs and neckline. The skirt was a plain navy blue, reaching somewhere between knee and mid calf; a little dated, probably a best suited for a TV housewife circa 1960, but there was just something so different; the skirt, the blouse even the brunette wig he wore. Individually the components were not spectacular but put together as they were now the effect was stunning. He'd never noticed really how leggy his friend was, not to mention the way the flouncing skirt showed off the hips. Somewhere in the back of his analytical mind a voice was saying
'The hips haven't grown it's the fit. The skirt is cinched tightly about the waist thus making...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!'
there was a second voice and an incredibly loud one. "This is Pinky! You're drooling over a male!" and that was enough to snap him out of it. So what if the lipstick and eye shadow was curiously complimentary to the skirt and hair.
"Uh Brain? Did I do a good job on the disguise this time?"
"It...will be sufficient for tonight's endeavours." back to business. Focus on business. He had a world to take over after all.
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