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Trabo lounged gracefully in front of a roaring fire with a glass of his favourite wine close at hand. Mozart played loudly from hidden speakers but went unheeded by Trabo as he was totally engrossed in a book that he had propped up on the fireguard, all the while he nibbling on the end of his tail. Dramatically the door to his room was flung open, hard enough to bounce forwards again on its hinges. Trabo, being caught unawares, jumped up violently which caused his book to tumble swiftly into the ever greedy flames of his fire.
"Oh, ratfinkles" he said "that's the fourth copy of that book that has ended up in the fire."
He turned to face the intruder, who'd swooped into the room, landed gracefully on a handy twig and scowled.
"Do you really have to swoop into the room like that? Couldn't you at least rap on the door first?" he demanded.
"I'm an owl" said Mrs Cashpound "I'm supposed to swoop! Anyway, this is important. We have just intercepted this message bound for MI5 and we need to get onto the case immediately. It is something they will be unable to handle."
She let the message float to the ground while she flew to open the curtains. Not that it made any difference to the light. Their whole headquarters were secreted underground but she liked the picture of a tree in the foreground with a night sky in the background, it made the room seem airier to her.
Trabo and Mrs Cashpound were part of a secret society, the Fellowship of Unsung 'Eroes League, or FUEL for short. They had saved the world from perils and evil villains too often now to count and they were needed again.
The message they had intercepted was a demand, from someone calling themselves 'A Black Widow', for all the buildings in the city to be turned over to her along with several pounds of sugar. Trabo didn't understand why the demand had been made but Mrs Cashpound was right. They would need to handle this case and just like that they were off, out of the room and up to street level. Like every good 'hero saves the day' story the hideout of A Black Widow was already known so its not like they had to waste boring time tracking her down.
As Mrs Cashpound flew overhead Trabo raced along the pavement and then he stopped suddenly under a pool of light. Within minutes he was off again until the next pool of light again stopped him in his tracks. Mrs Cashpound was perched on top of the lamppost watching him. He always stood stock still, blinking in surprise, with his right foreleg lifted off the ground. Then he would rock backwards and forwards slightly as if undecided about if he should put the leg on the ground, go forwards or reverse.
"Why on earth do you have to keep stopping under every lamppost we pass? You should be more than used to it by now" she demanded crossly.
"I can't help it" moaned Trabo "it's a lizard thing, deeply routed. The light always catches me by surprise". Mrs Cashpound swooped swiftly to ground level and lifted Trabo up in her claws.
"This is embarrassing" whispered Trabo "Bond never has to be airlifted by an owl and he has all those cool gadgets".
Mrs Cashpound sighed in exasperation "He is a fictional character who would be dead of several well known transmitted diseases, if he lived anything like the films project, years before any gadgets could have been invented. And you know that!"
"This is still embarrassing though" grumbled Trabo.
Mrs Cashpound dropped Trabo, and none too graciously either, outside a derelict office building. After landing silently beside him they quietly entered the dark building together. In the first office they came to they happened upon a hamster wearing a diamond necklace.
"Wow" said Mrs Cashpound "what I wouldn't give to own that".
"It's glass" said the hamster "my kidnapper is far to tight to buy real diamonds".
"Oh well, it's still pretty"
"Thanks"
While this friendly exchange had been going on Trabo had slowly and carefully manoeuvred himself behind the legs of his associate. Mrs Cashpound swivelled her head around and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Hiding" came the reply. So softly spoken that if it wasn't for her acute hearing she would have missed it. "From what" she queried.
Trabo was physically shaking by now and nearly incoherent. "You see that dark corner. I'm sure I saw a spider moving there."
"You're hiding from a spider? You are a chameleon and you are hiding from a spider?" she asked incredulously.
"I can't help it" quivered Trabo "everyone is afraid of something"
Mrs Cashpound shook out her feathers in disgust, took flight straight at the corner, and crunched the spider in her beak. Trabo fainted.
"Oh thank you, thank you" gushed the hamster. "You've just killed A Black Widow. It wanted to take over the city and put piles of sugar everywhere so that there would always be plenty of flies around. She was then going to invite all her relatives to come live here too. You've saved us"
"All part of the service " said Mrs Cashpound and with that she collected the inert body of our hero and departed back to their headquarters.
Once again the city was unknowingly saved from disaster by FUEL as the league carried out it's unacknowledged defence of it's citizens.
"Oh, ratfinkles" he said "that's the fourth copy of that book that has ended up in the fire."
He turned to face the intruder, who'd swooped into the room, landed gracefully on a handy twig and scowled.
"Do you really have to swoop into the room like that? Couldn't you at least rap on the door first?" he demanded.
"I'm an owl" said Mrs Cashpound "I'm supposed to swoop! Anyway, this is important. We have just intercepted this message bound for MI5 and we need to get onto the case immediately. It is something they will be unable to handle."
She let the message float to the ground while she flew to open the curtains. Not that it made any difference to the light. Their whole headquarters were secreted underground but she liked the picture of a tree in the foreground with a night sky in the background, it made the room seem airier to her.
Trabo and Mrs Cashpound were part of a secret society, the Fellowship of Unsung 'Eroes League, or FUEL for short. They had saved the world from perils and evil villains too often now to count and they were needed again.
The message they had intercepted was a demand, from someone calling themselves 'A Black Widow', for all the buildings in the city to be turned over to her along with several pounds of sugar. Trabo didn't understand why the demand had been made but Mrs Cashpound was right. They would need to handle this case and just like that they were off, out of the room and up to street level. Like every good 'hero saves the day' story the hideout of A Black Widow was already known so its not like they had to waste boring time tracking her down.
As Mrs Cashpound flew overhead Trabo raced along the pavement and then he stopped suddenly under a pool of light. Within minutes he was off again until the next pool of light again stopped him in his tracks. Mrs Cashpound was perched on top of the lamppost watching him. He always stood stock still, blinking in surprise, with his right foreleg lifted off the ground. Then he would rock backwards and forwards slightly as if undecided about if he should put the leg on the ground, go forwards or reverse.
"Why on earth do you have to keep stopping under every lamppost we pass? You should be more than used to it by now" she demanded crossly.
"I can't help it" moaned Trabo "it's a lizard thing, deeply routed. The light always catches me by surprise". Mrs Cashpound swooped swiftly to ground level and lifted Trabo up in her claws.
"This is embarrassing" whispered Trabo "Bond never has to be airlifted by an owl and he has all those cool gadgets".
Mrs Cashpound sighed in exasperation "He is a fictional character who would be dead of several well known transmitted diseases, if he lived anything like the films project, years before any gadgets could have been invented. And you know that!"
"This is still embarrassing though" grumbled Trabo.
Mrs Cashpound dropped Trabo, and none too graciously either, outside a derelict office building. After landing silently beside him they quietly entered the dark building together. In the first office they came to they happened upon a hamster wearing a diamond necklace.
"Wow" said Mrs Cashpound "what I wouldn't give to own that".
"It's glass" said the hamster "my kidnapper is far to tight to buy real diamonds".
"Oh well, it's still pretty"
"Thanks"
While this friendly exchange had been going on Trabo had slowly and carefully manoeuvred himself behind the legs of his associate. Mrs Cashpound swivelled her head around and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Hiding" came the reply. So softly spoken that if it wasn't for her acute hearing she would have missed it. "From what" she queried.
Trabo was physically shaking by now and nearly incoherent. "You see that dark corner. I'm sure I saw a spider moving there."
"You're hiding from a spider? You are a chameleon and you are hiding from a spider?" she asked incredulously.
"I can't help it" quivered Trabo "everyone is afraid of something"
Mrs Cashpound shook out her feathers in disgust, took flight straight at the corner, and crunched the spider in her beak. Trabo fainted.
"Oh thank you, thank you" gushed the hamster. "You've just killed A Black Widow. It wanted to take over the city and put piles of sugar everywhere so that there would always be plenty of flies around. She was then going to invite all her relatives to come live here too. You've saved us"
"All part of the service " said Mrs Cashpound and with that she collected the inert body of our hero and departed back to their headquarters.
Once again the city was unknowingly saved from disaster by FUEL as the league carried out it's unacknowledged defence of it's citizens.
Oh! Yes, this was rather imaginative :D Personally would have liked to seen the characters being kicked about a bit more, developed further... I dunno, I just really like conversational stuff, and "Let's do this" "Ok" just makes me feel ill.
What was I talking about? I dunno.
What was I talking about? I dunno.
As soon as he posted the title I saw it as an acronym and the story just happened but I'm useless at acronyms and struggled to get it to fit. Except dropping the 'H' from heros, as a Yorkshire lass they don't generally exist in my spoken tongue.
And BG - damn - I was aiming higher then C4, possibly Fox Kids :)
And BG - damn - I was aiming higher then C4, possibly Fox Kids :)
It's good fun with some nice touches of humour. I found it funny that the Acronym had two similar words in it, Frellowship, and League. Then again, I'm obsessive about acronyms, especially when they only select certain first letters from the words in their organisation.
I'm seeing a cartoon series on Channel 4.
:D
Thanks for the comments. I thought I'd have a go at writing something quite lighthearted, whether it worked or not.
Thanks for the comments. I thought I'd have a go at writing something quite lighthearted, whether it worked or not.
Nice and relaxing I found. Good stuff.
"Mrs Cashpound sighed in exasperation "He is a fictional character who would be dead of several well known transmitted diseases"
How true. This story is like a cork compared with all the other lead weights, but it's not as good as most of your other stuff.
How true. This story is like a cork compared with all the other lead weights, but it's not as good as most of your other stuff.
Heh, a nice little story, that, with some lovely humour.
Didn't appeal to me as much as it will to others, but I can respect the well written bundle of energy it was.
Nice.
Didn't appeal to me as much as it will to others, but I can respect the well written bundle of energy it was.
Nice.
Trabo lounged gracefully in front of a roaring fire with a glass of his favourite wine close at hand. Mozart played loudly from hidden speakers but went unheeded by Trabo as he was totally engrossed in a book that he had propped up on the fireguard, all the while he nibbling on the end of his tail. Dramatically the door to his room was flung open, hard enough to bounce forwards again on its hinges. Trabo, being caught unawares, jumped up violently which caused his book to tumble swiftly into the ever greedy flames of his fire.
"Oh, ratfinkles" he said "that's the fourth copy of that book that has ended up in the fire."
He turned to face the intruder, who'd swooped into the room, landed gracefully on a handy twig and scowled.
"Do you really have to swoop into the room like that? Couldn't you at least rap on the door first?" he demanded.
"I'm an owl" said Mrs Cashpound "I'm supposed to swoop! Anyway, this is important. We have just intercepted this message bound for MI5 and we need to get onto the case immediately. It is something they will be unable to handle."
She let the message float to the ground while she flew to open the curtains. Not that it made any difference to the light. Their whole headquarters were secreted underground but she liked the picture of a tree in the foreground with a night sky in the background, it made the room seem airier to her.
Trabo and Mrs Cashpound were part of a secret society, the Fellowship of Unsung 'Eroes League, or FUEL for short. They had saved the world from perils and evil villains too often now to count and they were needed again.
The message they had intercepted was a demand, from someone calling themselves 'A Black Widow', for all the buildings in the city to be turned over to her along with several pounds of sugar. Trabo didn't understand why the demand had been made but Mrs Cashpound was right. They would need to handle this case and just like that they were off, out of the room and up to street level. Like every good 'hero saves the day' story the hideout of A Black Widow was already known so its not like they had to waste boring time tracking her down.
As Mrs Cashpound flew overhead Trabo raced along the pavement and then he stopped suddenly under a pool of light. Within minutes he was off again until the next pool of light again stopped him in his tracks. Mrs Cashpound was perched on top of the lamppost watching him. He always stood stock still, blinking in surprise, with his right foreleg lifted off the ground. Then he would rock backwards and forwards slightly as if undecided about if he should put the leg on the ground, go forwards or reverse.
"Why on earth do you have to keep stopping under every lamppost we pass? You should be more than used to it by now" she demanded crossly.
"I can't help it" moaned Trabo "it's a lizard thing, deeply routed. The light always catches me by surprise". Mrs Cashpound swooped swiftly to ground level and lifted Trabo up in her claws.
"This is embarrassing" whispered Trabo "Bond never has to be airlifted by an owl and he has all those cool gadgets".
Mrs Cashpound sighed in exasperation "He is a fictional character who would be dead of several well known transmitted diseases, if he lived anything like the films project, years before any gadgets could have been invented. And you know that!"
"This is still embarrassing though" grumbled Trabo.
Mrs Cashpound dropped Trabo, and none too graciously either, outside a derelict office building. After landing silently beside him they quietly entered the dark building together. In the first office they came to they happened upon a hamster wearing a diamond necklace.
"Wow" said Mrs Cashpound "what I wouldn't give to own that".
"It's glass" said the hamster "my kidnapper is far to tight to buy real diamonds".
"Oh well, it's still pretty"
"Thanks"
While this friendly exchange had been going on Trabo had slowly and carefully manoeuvred himself behind the legs of his associate. Mrs Cashpound swivelled her head around and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Hiding" came the reply. So softly spoken that if it wasn't for her acute hearing she would have missed it. "From what" she queried.
Trabo was physically shaking by now and nearly incoherent. "You see that dark corner. I'm sure I saw a spider moving there."
"You're hiding from a spider? You are a chameleon and you are hiding from a spider?" she asked incredulously.
"I can't help it" quivered Trabo "everyone is afraid of something"
Mrs Cashpound shook out her feathers in disgust, took flight straight at the corner, and crunched the spider in her beak. Trabo fainted.
"Oh thank you, thank you" gushed the hamster. "You've just killed A Black Widow. It wanted to take over the city and put piles of sugar everywhere so that there would always be plenty of flies around. She was then going to invite all her relatives to come live here too. You've saved us"
"All part of the service " said Mrs Cashpound and with that she collected the inert body of our hero and departed back to their headquarters.
Once again the city was unknowingly saved from disaster by FUEL as the league carried out it's unacknowledged defence of it's citizens.
"Oh, ratfinkles" he said "that's the fourth copy of that book that has ended up in the fire."
He turned to face the intruder, who'd swooped into the room, landed gracefully on a handy twig and scowled.
"Do you really have to swoop into the room like that? Couldn't you at least rap on the door first?" he demanded.
"I'm an owl" said Mrs Cashpound "I'm supposed to swoop! Anyway, this is important. We have just intercepted this message bound for MI5 and we need to get onto the case immediately. It is something they will be unable to handle."
She let the message float to the ground while she flew to open the curtains. Not that it made any difference to the light. Their whole headquarters were secreted underground but she liked the picture of a tree in the foreground with a night sky in the background, it made the room seem airier to her.
Trabo and Mrs Cashpound were part of a secret society, the Fellowship of Unsung 'Eroes League, or FUEL for short. They had saved the world from perils and evil villains too often now to count and they were needed again.
The message they had intercepted was a demand, from someone calling themselves 'A Black Widow', for all the buildings in the city to be turned over to her along with several pounds of sugar. Trabo didn't understand why the demand had been made but Mrs Cashpound was right. They would need to handle this case and just like that they were off, out of the room and up to street level. Like every good 'hero saves the day' story the hideout of A Black Widow was already known so its not like they had to waste boring time tracking her down.
As Mrs Cashpound flew overhead Trabo raced along the pavement and then he stopped suddenly under a pool of light. Within minutes he was off again until the next pool of light again stopped him in his tracks. Mrs Cashpound was perched on top of the lamppost watching him. He always stood stock still, blinking in surprise, with his right foreleg lifted off the ground. Then he would rock backwards and forwards slightly as if undecided about if he should put the leg on the ground, go forwards or reverse.
"Why on earth do you have to keep stopping under every lamppost we pass? You should be more than used to it by now" she demanded crossly.
"I can't help it" moaned Trabo "it's a lizard thing, deeply routed. The light always catches me by surprise". Mrs Cashpound swooped swiftly to ground level and lifted Trabo up in her claws.
"This is embarrassing" whispered Trabo "Bond never has to be airlifted by an owl and he has all those cool gadgets".
Mrs Cashpound sighed in exasperation "He is a fictional character who would be dead of several well known transmitted diseases, if he lived anything like the films project, years before any gadgets could have been invented. And you know that!"
"This is still embarrassing though" grumbled Trabo.
Mrs Cashpound dropped Trabo, and none too graciously either, outside a derelict office building. After landing silently beside him they quietly entered the dark building together. In the first office they came to they happened upon a hamster wearing a diamond necklace.
"Wow" said Mrs Cashpound "what I wouldn't give to own that".
"It's glass" said the hamster "my kidnapper is far to tight to buy real diamonds".
"Oh well, it's still pretty"
"Thanks"
While this friendly exchange had been going on Trabo had slowly and carefully manoeuvred himself behind the legs of his associate. Mrs Cashpound swivelled her head around and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Hiding" came the reply. So softly spoken that if it wasn't for her acute hearing she would have missed it. "From what" she queried.
Trabo was physically shaking by now and nearly incoherent. "You see that dark corner. I'm sure I saw a spider moving there."
"You're hiding from a spider? You are a chameleon and you are hiding from a spider?" she asked incredulously.
"I can't help it" quivered Trabo "everyone is afraid of something"
Mrs Cashpound shook out her feathers in disgust, took flight straight at the corner, and crunched the spider in her beak. Trabo fainted.
"Oh thank you, thank you" gushed the hamster. "You've just killed A Black Widow. It wanted to take over the city and put piles of sugar everywhere so that there would always be plenty of flies around. She was then going to invite all her relatives to come live here too. You've saved us"
"All part of the service " said Mrs Cashpound and with that she collected the inert body of our hero and departed back to their headquarters.
Once again the city was unknowingly saved from disaster by FUEL as the league carried out it's unacknowledged defence of it's citizens.