Sunday, October 31, 2010

The wonderful adventures of Bat Duck

Episode one-Bat Duck Begins….(with a blast!) 

“Boofey, what’s the latest news? What are we rescuing next? I want to use my Quack!”  Bat Duck called to Professor Boofey the cow.

“Grunt! Yeah my Snout’s getting rusted.” Piggy cried.

Bat Duck was a super Hero who had a Super Sonic Quack, which when used, could push things away from her. Piggy was her trusted helper who had a Snout, which when wagged, generated a smell which made people run away.

“Ummmm….. Hmmm. Gotcha!” the Professor cried. He had been working on his computer, searching for something to rescue.

“9 /11!” he continued.

“What…you need the Police? But we’re in India, the no. is 100.” Bat Duck said, confused.

“No!  Month no.9, September and day no. 11. Get it?” Professor explained.

“Um, so? It’s just some date.” Said Bat Duck.

“Grunt.” Piggy agreed.

“That’s not ‘just some date’, it’s the day the World Trade Center building crashed, when planes, hijacked by some terrorists, crashed into it.” Professor said.

“Oh. How’ll we save it, then?” Bat Duck said.

“Grunt, grunt. How?” Piggy echoed.

“Well… let’s just get into the time machine and arrive in New York first.” The Professor said as he climbed into the time machine, which had been invented by him 2 years ago. “Climb in!” he called to the other two. They clambered in. “So. Here we go……’’ said Professor. “Yep, here we go…….” Said Bat Duck. “Grunt, grunt, grunt…..” said Piggy.

They arrived in New York. “Ho Hum. Fine, it’s the right day, don’t know about the rest. Let me check.’’ Said the Professor. “Huh? There were four attacks? Oh, I get it; the one we’re saving is the one on the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. OK.” The Professor announced.

“Fine, but which flights, what time and other small details…” said B.D. “It’s the United 175 and American 11 an-“

“GRUNT!” an urgent grunt from Piggy alerted him. 

“Look! Two planes are heading for two huge towers. OK. I’m changing to Super Hero mode. Come on Piggy. Be careful Professor.” B.D said, taking off, closely followed by Piggy.

“Good Luck!” the Professor called as they soared up into the sky. The two took off, soon becoming tiny specks in the distance.

“Sigh,” the Professor sat on a bench.

Meanwhile Bat Duck was in full Super Hero mode, wearing a pair of Black wings, a black cape and black mask. Piggy was wearing a pink mask and cape.

“ Ok, Piggy, I’ll stand in between the towers and quack as loudly as possible, you go in before me and try to make as many people as possible run off, safe from the danger.” Bat Duck told Piggy her plan.

“OK.” Piggy zoomed off, much ahead of her.

Meanwhile, Professor had been checking in his laptop about the 9 11. “Oh, so there were two attacks in New York, one in Arlington, Virginia near Washington, D.C, and one on

 A field in Shanks Ville, Penny Sylvania.”  The Professor learnt.

Back at the World Trade Center, Piggy had driven out as many people as possible, and Bat Duck was hovering in between the two towers, using her Super Sonic Quack as loud as possible. Inside the plane, a hijacker was getting slightly worried.

“Oh No, the plane is being pushed back by a strange force. These Americans have even made a strange device which activates this force for security. Well, well, they are very clever.” He worried.

In the next plane, another hijacker was having the same thoughts. “Why can I not ram into this building? What ever can be happening?”

Bat Duck was quacking as loud as possible. But she knew that she couldn’t hold them off forever… Inside, Piggy had given up on a few people who wouldn’t even budge. Suddenly, “Pssst! Piggy. Go close to the plane and use your powers!” the Professor’s voice comes in through the walkie talkie.

“Grunt!” Piggy took off to obey. The hijacker was put off by the smell, but didn’t give up.

“Ho Ho. I shall soon destroy this and go back in victory!” the hijacker thought. When Piggy tried the same thing with the second hijacker, the hijacker got a bit distracted, giving Bat Duck just enough time to move closer without getting shot, and to use her Super Sonic Quack much better. The effect of the Quack, so close, was that the plane got blasted off course, and landed right in the middle of its headquarters. The other hijacker  also got the same treatment.

“Good job.  Come back for a reward.” The Professor spoke through the walkie talkie. They joined him in the Time Machine.

“Great. But those Taliban will be back. Anyway, we’ll worry about that later.” The Professor, as he was speaking, pressed a button. They landed in front of a white building. “What? Where….” The Professor said. A grey Duck came to them. “You all did an awesome job. Oh, welcome to the HSH headquarters. HSH means ‘Historical Super Heroes’,” He said. “Follow me.” He led them inside the building. They entered a door marked, ‘CEO’. A brown cow was sitting in a chair.

“Welcome. I am Dave Bull, CEO of HSH. We have decided to make you three agents of the HSH. You shall travel the past, and help stop incidents; and especially fight against a wicked organization, called the HHH, which is Haters of Historical heroes. They, we think, have controlled various incidents, to rule the world, and stop us. It is our, and now your, job to stop them.” Dave finished. “Oh, by the way call me D.” he added.

“Ok, D. On it. Please call us next time if you have a mission ready.” Bat Duck called as they left and boarded the Time Machine. When they arrived back in the farmyard, Molly Maddock was yelling at the animals. Molly was the stupid niece of the farmer, who liked animals, but wanted to kill them because of the work they made her do.

“Oi, you bunch! Get back to your own enclosures,” she yelled at them, and herded Piggy and Professor off. Bat Duck changed out of superhero mode, Molly hadn’t seen her because humans couldn’t see it.

“Well. I hope we have another rescue soon!” Bat Duck sighed, and waddled off…

dear everybody,
I've created a new character! Hope you have a blast with bat duck!
love,
Devanshika{ the last one is Piggy. You'll find out who he is}

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