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Sling Set, 21 July (Last of the Marsupilamis, part 2)
🐺Lo8oC0p_62 (Ed Krugger): Yo Joan! Got a day off duty n Im ready 4 moar of Lone Marsupilami Bluebottle in Bolivia! BTW, they shout Houba!, not Hoo-Ha! Ur thinkin Al Pacino in Scarface?
🐆 Lopcraft32 (Megara DiMargay): Oh my, The “Last Dance of Havana” 😹 😹 😹 Hadnt thot a that in months!
🐺Lo8oC0p_62: Laura, wut ru doing in JTs chat? Wutz keepn her?
🐆Lopcraft1080:Hyena guard duty. her co-worker threw his back out climbing an unstable rack on 4s/4th base, no supports
🐺 Lo8oC0p_62: 😱 Haida perished on Mt. Kilamandril!? Hope he dont get top bunk, dat Eddy’s spot
🐆Lopcraft1080: yeah… now back 2 🇨🇴. Joan n I camped out the night buck naked 4 heading 2da hills for Jack-A-Lobe’s rutabagas, thn Joany lucid dances w/Tony Montana tangoing in Paris, not the sexy kind! So 😂 😂 I tuned our 🆘 📻 to classical music so they dont crush their toes or smfn while waltzing thru Monte Carlo. Suddenly—Houba! echoed the trees, some gremlin laughs its butt off tuning to night club top 10s!
🐺 Lo8oC0p_62: ‘Lamis sure lik 2 boogie
🐆 Lopcraft1080: Didnt see much til Joan struck her claws pirouetting the flint by the firepit. ⛺️ 🔥 💡 👁 🐵 👓 confirmed!
🐺Lo8oC0p62: 😮 that marsupial must bn Bluebottle!
🐆 Lopcraft1080: Whoever that was, Joan awoke n jumped uptop, my cuz sprang ⬆️ 🌳
🐺 Lo8oC0p_62: Then what!?
🐆 Lopcraft1080: don’t ask me. Couldn’t get their tail speak under 🌚💡, she spoke to the monkey thing. Shell spill the rest. I’m afk! TTYNVR
Sling Set, 2 February (Last of the Marsupilamis, part 3–Summary)
One moistened mid-August, Joan and Megara flew to Bolivia to pick up rare tree turnips on a remote village in Aguapiche for her cousin’s boo Jack, Joan discovers the runaway Navy scientist Dr. Bluebottle and the suprising origins of this escaped convict.
{About Turnip Trees (Brassica Rapa Andanosia):
hybrid species of edible beetroot grown in parts of South America, Africa and Asia after huge monsoons and during fog seasons
soft red turnips 8-14 weeks, thick n tall Baobabs 7-16 months if left on the ground
Discovered in 1916 after an Eswatini shepherd’s wild dog dug out bunches of turnips entangled in baobab roots
Trees grow turnip buds which bomb down on unsuspecting travelers}
He was actually a Navy Blue furred Marsupilami named Blubo, a leopard chimp creature rarely seen in the wild, but their bright fur n prehensile tails were hunted down by poachers to line their rumpus rooms and socialites for apparel and accesories.
He returned to Aguapiche on the 40th anniversary of two misfortunes: his family’s disappearance and death of the real Bluebottle he was posing as, his life gone in a stampede of freed animals, which wasn’t on Blubo. His curiosity would endanger those around him,but never lead them to certain death, merely looking for ways to ease him and his animal pals.
He tracked the hunters back to their basecamp, looking for his family when his wandering eyes darted towards a sketch of his species in Bluebottle’s tent. From afar, a tweedy game hunter mistook Blubo reading his journal in the tent for Bluebottle in his Mar-Suit rehearsing his subject’s behavior when he recons the trees for more Lamis or other animals. Blubo panicked and wrapped himself in his own tail, the nerdy poacher calls out to a burly lead game hunter, alongside Dr. Bluebottle, they missed one.
He was about to put Blubo in one of Bluebottle’s SOTA thumbprint ID cages with the other animals, later revealed to be Narnians, when he freed all four of his hands and clutched onto the cages, including one with an ornery rhino. The pull was straining him, he lost his grip as the buff poacher twanged his tail like a yo-yo pulling back, but not before Blubo unlocked all the cages with his fingerprints, which were near identical to Bluebottle’s prints. The locks open, then the stampede. the hunters scattered away, one portly poacher knocked the doc back and onto the path of the stampede. Blubo was just ready to follow his family in the commotion until…CRUNCH!!!!
The last gasp of Bluebottle’s life traumatized dear inquisitive Blubo. He continued his research digsuised as him for 40 years, wearing his labcoat and clothes to conceal his blue fur and leg hands, he even concocted a formula to repress his wild side to look more dogmanish and cover his murder tracks.
Years pass, he already believed himself to be the real Dr. Bluebottle, and while working under the Navy for their secret anti-radar whale sub, stole it and began seeking notoriety thru this mishap with Glomgold and McDuck’s Savings Game. Could’ve been his Marsupi heart wanted the attention to fund some research grants into searching for Marsupilamis like him while discreetly finding the family he presumably lost after that stampede on Aguapiche.
In fact, Seeing these Turnip Trees after escaping Navel custody unlocked forgotten memories of his life as a lasso-tailed leopard chimp, swinging on the branches and bungeeing for fruit and pranking predators while unveiling some wrenching reminders of the incident. He would’ve apologized to those poachers for killing and posing as Bluebottle if he wasn’t targeted by Glomgold, and that some of the poachers were using Circene to release their canine instincts and forms.
Joan asked why he would pour his backstory on her, it was from her tail Slink’s size and :3 face that Blubo could trust Joan with his confession, both being long-tailed beasts. She aides him from a smudged leopardess (Meg after his Houba shriek disrupted her midnight makeover) and the feralized hunters returning to capture him with his rediscovered family, found alive not dead as he thought they were. Some hightail hijinks and repented sins later, Blubo sighed with contempt returning to spring & swing with his family & animal pals, relieved of a No-Shirt-No-Shoes life but keeps the doc’s lenses as primal cousins do. Just then, police choppers flydown and arrest the feralized poachers to the pound by Ed with the Alphas, Sgt. Basquait & Adm. Grimmitz. Ed got Slink’s comwatch message with Gene’s assist. Grimmitz informs Joan & Blubo he’ll confirm Bluebottle’s death in their files. Meg can give Mark the turnips, and Gene asks Blubo for cryptid research via comwatch.
Two months ago I tweeted about seeing Dr Bluebottle, one-off villain from 1987 Ducktales series, in the 2017 series, with a twist: What if he was secretly a Marsupilami? I mean you can see some resemblance can ya? With a few tweaks i mean it can b possible
sent to Ben Schwartz (@rejectedjokes) but its Henrieke Goorhuis who shud see this ask if he approves
Sling Set, 2 February (Last of the Marsupilamis, part 3–Summary)
One moistened mid-August, Joan and Megara flew to Bolivia to pick up rare tree turnips on a remote village in Aguapiche for her cousin’s boo Jack, Joan discovers the runaway Navy scientist Dr. Bluebottle and the suprising origins of this escaped convict.
{About Turnip Trees (Brassica Rapa Andanosia):
hybrid species of edible beetroot grown in parts of South America, Africa and Asia after huge monsoons and during fog seasons
soft red turnips 8-14 weeks, thick n tall Baobabs 7-16 months if left on the ground
Discovered in 1916 after an Eswatini shepherd’s wild dog dug out bunches of turnips entangled in baobab roots
Trees grow turnip buds which bomb down on unsuspecting travelers}
He was actually a Navy Blue furred Marsupilami named Blubo, a leopard chimp creature rarely seen in the wild, but their bright fur n prehensile tails were hunted down by poachers to line their rumpus rooms and socialites for apparel and accesories.
He returned to Aguapiche on the 40th anniversary of two misfortunes: his family’s disappearance and death of the real Bluebottle he was posing as, his life gone in a stampede of freed animals, which wasn’t on Blubo. His curiosity would endanger those around him,but never lead them to certain death, merely looking for ways to ease him and his animal pals.
He tracked the hunters back to their basecamp, looking for his family when his wandering eyes darted towards a sketch of his species in Bluebottle’s tent. From afar, a tweedy game hunter mistook Blubo reading his journal in the tent for Bluebottle in his Mar-Suit rehearsing his subject’s behavior when he recons the trees for more Lamis or other animals. Blubo panicked and wrapped himself in his own tail, the nerdy poacher calls out to a burly lead game hunter, alongside Dr. Bluebottle, they missed one.
He was about to put Blubo in one of Bluebottle’s SOTA thumbprint ID cages with the other animals, later revealed to be Narnians, when he freed all four of his hands and clutched onto the cages, including one with an ornery rhino. The pull was straining him, he lost his grip as the buff poacher twanged his tail like a yo-yo pulling back, but not before Blubo unlocked all the cages with his fingerprints, which were near identical to Bluebottle’s prints. The locks open, then the stampede. the hunters scattered away, one portly poacher knocked the doc back and onto the path of the stampede. Blubo was just ready to follow his family in the commotion until…CRUNCH!!!!
The last gasp of Bluebottle’s life traumatized dear inquisitive Blubo. He continued his research digsuised as him for 40 years, wearing his labcoat and clothes to conceal his blue fur and leg hands, he even concocted a formula to repress his wild side to look more dogmanish and cover his murder tracks.
Years pass, he already believed himself to be the real Dr. Bluebottle, and while working under the Navy for their secret anti-radar whale sub, stole it and began seeking notoriety thru this mishap with Glomgold and McDuck’s Savings Game. Could’ve been his Marsupi heart wanted the attention to fund some research grants into searching for Marsupilamis like him while discreetly finding the family he presumably lost after that stampede on Aguapiche.
In fact, Seeing these Turnip Trees after escaping Navel custody unlocked forgotten memories of his life as a lasso-tailed leopard chimp, swinging on the branches and bungeeing for fruit and pranking predators while unveiling some wrenching reminders of the incident. He would’ve apologized to those poachers for killing and posing as Bluebottle if he wasn’t targeted by Glomgold, and that some of the poachers were using Circene to release their canine instincts and forms.
Joan asked why he would pour his backstory on her, it was from her tail Slink’s size and :3 face that Blubo could trust Joan with his confession, both being long-tailed beasts. She aides him from a smudged leopardess (Meg after his Houba shriek disrupted her midnight makeover) and the feralized hunters returning to capture him with his rediscovered family, found alive not dead as he thought they were. Some hightail hijinks and repented sins later, Blubo sighed with contempt returning to spring & swing with his family & animal pals, relieved of a No-Shirt-No-Shoes life but keeps the doc’s lenses as primal cousins do. Just then, police choppers flydown and arrest the feralized poachers to the pound by Ed with the Alphas, Sgt. Basquait & Adm. Grimmitz. Ed got Slink’s comwatch message with Gene’s assist. Grimmitz informs Joan & Blubo he’ll confirm Bluebottle’s death in their files. Meg can give Mark the turnips, and Gene asks Blubo for cryptid research via comwatch.
