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 acting out certain parts. (Yes, Rico can talk.)
Acting Roles:
Kowalski..... Dr. Horrible/ Billy
Marlene …... Penny
Skipper....... Capt. Hammer
Julien......Mayor
Rico.......Moist
لنگور 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 دکھائیں begin!
Act I – Part I
Thematic موسیقی 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, آپ 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 آپ have to have a memorable laugh. What do آپ 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 reading the email.
“ ‘Where are the مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن winkies آپ were supposed to pull out of Private’s secret stash والٹ with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed یا it would be in the papers.’ ” The میل ای 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 chocolate looking liquid inside. He pokes at it, awkwardly as it appears to be just a shimmering mass of nothing. Melted chocolate and مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی 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 سے طرف کی 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 مزید 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 آپ 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 آپ will 'show her the way, دکھائیں her آپ 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 singing as the song progresses.
“Inspection day
See آپ there
Under things - Tumbling
Wanna say, Love your hair
Here I go -” A few سیکنڈ of incoherent babbling as Kowalski waddles سے طرف کی Marlene. She barely notices him, watching Skipper as he walks to the back of the cave.
“Mumbling.
With my freeze کرن, رے I will stop
The world
With my freeze کرن, رے I will
Find the time to
Find the words to
Tell آپ how
How آپ make
Make me feel
What’s the phrase?
Like a fool
Kinda sick
Special needs
Anyways
With my freeze کرن, رے I will stop the pain
It’s not a death کرن, رے یا an ice beam
That’s all Johnny Snow
I just think آپ need time to know
That I’m the guy to make it real
The feelings آپ 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 گٹار in the background.
“That’s the plan
Rule the world
آپ and me
Any day
Love 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... love the... air...”
“Anyway
With my freeze کرن, رے 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 مزید important ones. He looked at Rico.
“Hey, I heard آپ went on a تاریخ last night. Buck Rockgut told me آپ went on a تاریخ with Becky Badger!” Kowalski smiled at him
“Yeah, well… G-RRip Rabb (other Badger’s name), Ehhh…”
“Oh, I hear آپ 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.” کہا Rico, his eyes big. Kowalski opened the letter carefully.
The baboons pop out from behind an open door, singing to a سپتیٹی, اسپگیٹی 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 کہا excitedly. He placed the letter in his کوٹ pocket.
“Armored truck?” Asked Rico
“Courier Van, candy from a baby.” Kowalski replied in a sneer.
“Cool. آپ 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 acting out certain parts. (Yes, Rico can talk.)
Acting Roles:
Kowalski..... Dr. Horrible/ Billy
Marlene …... Penny
Skipper....... Capt. Hammer
Julien......Mayor
Rico.......Moist
لنگور 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 دکھائیں begin!
Act I – Part I
Thematic موسیقی 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, آپ 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 آپ have to have a memorable laugh. What do آپ 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 reading the email.
“ ‘Where are the مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن winkies آپ were supposed to pull out of Private’s secret stash والٹ with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed یا it would be in the papers.’ ” The میل ای 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 chocolate looking liquid inside. He pokes at it, awkwardly as it appears to be just a shimmering mass of nothing. Melted chocolate and مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی 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 سے طرف کی 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 مزید 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 آپ 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 آپ will 'show her the way, دکھائیں her آپ 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 singing as the song progresses.
“Inspection day
See آپ there
Under things - Tumbling
Wanna say, Love your hair
Here I go -” A few سیکنڈ of incoherent babbling as Kowalski waddles سے طرف کی Marlene. She barely notices him, watching Skipper as he walks to the back of the cave.
“Mumbling.
With my freeze کرن, رے I will stop
The world
With my freeze کرن, رے I will
Find the time to
Find the words to
Tell آپ how
How آپ make
Make me feel
What’s the phrase?
Like a fool
Kinda sick
Special needs
Anyways
With my freeze کرن, رے I will stop the pain
It’s not a death کرن, رے یا an ice beam
That’s all Johnny Snow
I just think آپ need time to know
That I’m the guy to make it real
The feelings آپ 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 گٹار in the background.
“That’s the plan
Rule the world
آپ and me
Any day
Love 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... love the... air...”
“Anyway
With my freeze کرن, رے 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 مزید important ones. He looked at Rico.
“Hey, I heard آپ went on a تاریخ last night. Buck Rockgut told me آپ went on a تاریخ with Becky Badger!” Kowalski smiled at him
“Yeah, well… G-RRip Rabb (other Badger’s name), Ehhh…”
“Oh, I hear آپ 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.” کہا Rico, his eyes big. Kowalski opened the letter carefully.
The baboons pop out from behind an open door, singing to a سپتیٹی, اسپگیٹی 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 کہا excitedly. He placed the letter in his کوٹ pocket.
“Armored truck?” Asked Rico
“Courier Van, candy from a baby.” Kowalski replied in a sneer.
“Cool. آپ 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.
