The Fox and The Crow in "The Foxy Crook" - chainlink story

[Pietro]

I'm pround to present to everyone here on "The Story Board" (or, heck, anywhere else) a Fox and Crow chainlink story! I'll start!

"The Foxy Crook"
(Opens on a groceries store where Mr. Fox comes out with tons of bags. Crawford Crow sees this and attemps to steal the food. He follows Mr. Fox into the house. Mr. Fox puts out the food on the table and Crawford Crow steals it and decides to have a snack. Mr. Fox sees Crawford Crow eating the food.)

Mr. Fox: So, this is what has happened to all my food.

Crawford Crow: Huh? Oh hi chum! What's up?

Mr. Fox: Oh, nothing much, just a certian crow has been stealing all my food.

Crawford Crow (laughing): Dat's silly chum! Ya see dis is my food!

Mr. Fox: It is? Then where's my food?

Crawford Crow: Oh it was awful! I just saw da crook in action!

Mr. Fox: You did?

Crawford Crow: Yup. Here's his description.....

(Mr. Fox grabs the phone)

Mr. Fox: Wait! Wait! OK, what is the description?

Crawford Crow: He's a fox, he's really tall, wears big blue pants, a collar, yellow gloves and a straw hat and he was last seen at 10000(oh brother)6 7/8 st. Ima Screwball, FOX.

Mr. Fox (on the phone with police): He's a fox, he's really tall, wears big blue pants, a collar, yellow gloves and a straw hat and he was last seen at 10000(oh brother)6 7/8 st. Ima Screwball, FOX. You'll come right over? OK! Now we've got him!

Crawford Crow: Yup.

(Police enter.)

Policeman (pointing to Mr. Fox): Hey! There he is!

(The police tie Mr. Fox up with a rope and carry him off to the station.)

Crawford: So long, SUCKER!

Mr. Fox: I'll get my revenge you corn-cravin' raven!

to be continued....

[David Gerstein]

(Cut to later. Interior, county jail.)

Fox: Awaiting trial! Me! They can't do this to me! I'm a law-abidin' citizen! [pause] I wonder what the *silver* foxes are doing. I wonder what that *crow* is doing. I wonder if the court has appointed me a lawy—

(Enter Crawford, wearing a disguise of fake beard and glasses that most people would quickly see through, but not Fauntleroy Fox)

Crawford: Greetings, Foxie!

Fox: Lawyer! Thank goodness. A rascally, no-good crow stole my groceries from my house and convinced the cops that I was the thief.

Crawford: But can dey prove it, pal? Did dey find any evidence on youse?

Fox: Er... why, no, they didn't.

Crawford: Den dat's what you need. Evidence. Take dese carrots, will youse, Foxie? Hold dese onions. An' dese cabbages an' scallions an' all kinds o' fruits an'— say, dis is so easy it's pathetic— let's add another cup o' coffee, an' let's add another piece of pie, and let's not forget DESE, shall we?

(On top of the various food items, Crawford hoists two sacks of "Pre-War Sugar" between the bars into Fauntleroy's arms)

Fox: B-But how shall I present this evidence when the trial starts? Goodness gracious, it's in just a few minutes!

(Cops hustle into room to lead Fox to trial)

Fox: Officers! Oh, sirs! Previously undisclosed evidence has been found, sir. Not all of the groceries were eaten. In fact, I think I... may have more groceries here than I started out with! ... Wait a minute—

Cop: So! Holdin' up the very evidence of YOUR GUILT for us to see, are ye, me boyo?

Fox: What?!

Cop: Faith an' so it seems, lad. An' having more food than before can only mean ye're robbin' the prison mess hall kitchen, too—

Fox: B-But I've only been held here an hour. I haven't eaten yet.

Crawford (pulling off his beard): Too bad, Foxie, ol' pigeon! 'Cause there ain't gonna be any MORE eats where YOU'RE goin'!

(Cop hustles Fox into the courtroom, followed by the other cops carrying the "evidence")

TO BE CONTINUED— AND HOW!

[Jon Cooke]

Well, I'll take a shot at this. :p

.....

The Fox and the cops enter the courtroom. We see the judge, who looks a bit like the Crow in another fake disguise.

Judge: What's da charge?

Fox: Your Honor, this is all a big misunderstanding. You see, there was this miserable freeloading crow and he --- (talking quietly to himself) ... crow? Hmm...

The Fox looks at the judge very suspiciously. A thought balloon forms over his head:

"THE JUDGE IS THE CROW IN DISGUISE (YOU DOPE!)"

Fox: Oh, no you don't! You can't fool me again! I'm wise to your tricks... you, you --- CROW! (He starts attacking the "Judge").

We hear a voice from behind the Fox.

Voice: Hi'ya, Foxie. Whatcha doin'?

Fox: I am teaching that crooked crow a lesson!

It is now revealed that the Crow is standing behind the Fox, who is still beating up the Judge.

Crow: Ya don't say. A crow? Does 'dis crow look anything like me, chum?

Fox (not paying attention to who he is speaking with): Yes, yes, yes, he's that no-good crow who.... looks .... (slowly realizing that the Judge *is not* the Crow)

He stops fighting with the Judge, who doesn't look very pleased with the Fox.

Fox: Uh, your Honor... Judge... Sir.. I apologize but, you see, I thought you were... I can explain... you see... I ...




TO BE CONTINUED ---

[Pietro]

Hilarious continuations Jon and David!:p Excellent! Keep up the good work!:D
And now on with the story......

Judge: What is the meaning of this, Mr. Fauntleroy Fox!
Git back in yer chair, before I call the police!

Fauntleroy Fox: But, but, but.......

Judge: No, buts! First witness!

(A cop who looks exactly like Crawford comes to the stand.)

Cop: Well, ya see yer honor this crook has been stealing food from this poor little crow named Crawford. I call Crawford Crow to the stand!

(Crawford comes to the stand)

Crawford Crow (fake crying): Oh it was awful! He stole all my food! He ate me out of house and home and now my 25 childen and my wife have nothing to eat, the winters are cold, we live in a garbage can, it ain't fair I tell ya! It just ain't fair!

Fauntleroy Fox: But, crowy ol' pal I can explain! Oh dear, on my, please help me!

Crawford Crow: Go ask da jury!

Fauntleroy Fox: Will I get sent to the big house?

The Jury (who all strongly resemble Crawford Crow): Hummmm......it's a possibility!

TO BE CONTINUED.......

[John-Paul]

(The-Courtroom)

Mr.Fox:Your-honor-this-ain't-fair.They-all-look-like-Mr.Crow

Mr.Crow:Don't-blame-me.I-have-a-HUGE-family

Mr.Fox:She-your-honor-he-admits-it!

Judge:Mr.Fox-you-are-GUILTY!

Mr.Fox:Of-what?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

(Mr.Fox-wakes-up)

Mr.Fox:Oh-good-it-was-ALL-a-dream!

Mr.Crow:It-wasn't-all-a-dream

(Mr.Fox-screams)

(The-Courtroom)

Judge:Welcome-back-gentlemen.I-have-made-my-decision-and-you-are-BOTH-going-to-JAIL!!!!

To-Be-Continued........

[John-Paul]

Nevermind

[Pietro]

Crow: What did I do, boss, what did I do?

Judge: Oh, sorry, we haven't got the word from the jury yet.

Jury (who all look like Crawford Crow): GUILTY!

Fox: Ohhhh! You crazy crow, wait'll I get my hands on you!

Crow: SUCKER!

to be continued.......

[John-Paul]

Le corbeau: Que est-ce que j'ai fait, le patron, que est-ce que j'ai fait?

Le juge: Oh, désolé, nous n'avons pas reçu le mot du jury pourtant.

Le jury (qui tout ressemble A Crawford le Corbeau) : COUPABLE!

Le renard: Ohhhh! Vous le corbeau fou, attendu je reçois mes mains sur vous!

Le corbeau: SUCKER!

(Screen-Stops)

Mr.Fox:Hold-it-that's-Just-a-wait-of-time!

(Cheers)

Sam:Hi

Mr.Fox:Huh?

[Jack]

Well, I said I'd give this a shot, so here goes...

In the prison...

Guard (dragging old Foxy): Heh heh, here's your new home!

Throws Mr. Fox in a cell.

Mr. Fox: You can't do this to me, that Crow..he, he, he framed me!

Guard: Yah, that's what they all say bub, that's what they all say...

Mr. Fox: Well, I guess I'll have to make the best of it. (looks around the filthy cel) My goodness, there isn't even a privacy screen around the toilet. How dreadful. (lifts the sheet of his bed and sees roaches scrurry away). I hope I get out of here soon.

He then lays down, closes his eyes, and everything fades to black (we gotta have an abstract dream sequence, ya know).

Crawford Crow (in just a white outline): Hows it goin' Foxy!

Mr. Fox (who is colored in all blue): What are you doing here...you, you..CROW!

Crawford Crow: I'm givin' you a nightmare!

Fox: Oh.

Crawford: ...and I'll start by doing this (pulls off the Fox's pants, leaving him in his green boxer shorts that he always seems to wear.)

Mr. Fox: Why, you give those back! Or I'll, I'll ooooohhhhh.

Crow: You'll do what? This? (whacks fox in the head with a red bat he produces from mid air). I think I'll help my self to some more of your things HA HA!

A fridge appears and he starts to take everything out of it. Then he grabs some more furniture out of mid air untll his hands are full of the Fox's things. A tree with a group of grapes appears in the distance.

Mr. Fox: My grapes! I can't let him get those too! (grabs the grapes and starts "cuddling" them) I'll never let that darned old crow get you! My beautiful, lovely, wonderful, heavenly grapes!

Crawford Crow: Think again, Foxy! (the Crow then grabs the grapes and a tugging match ensues).

Mr. Fox: You let go, you thief, swindler, tick ridden, you stooge, you smelly crow!

Crawford Crow: Hey, I may be a lot of things, (turns solid red, and a little larger) but I'm NOT SMELLY!

(The Crow rips the grapes free from the Fox, who falls backwards, but continues to fall, as if he were just tossed over a cliff)

Mr Fox: I don't like this dream one bit, I hope I don't die when I hit the bottom.

Crawford Crow (from up above, waving his hand and eating grapes): SUCKER!

Then, like at the end of both "The Fox and the Grapes" and "Tollbridge Trouble," we start seeing flasbacks of the Fox's other adventures with the Crow (the parts where the Fox gets hurt, or taken advantage of, that is).

The Fox then goes BANG at the bottom, and wakes up in his cell.

Mr Fox (clutching his tail to sort of comfort himself): What a horrific dream that was. (turning angry) That crow has done nothing but ruin my life! I've got to get rid of him once and for all! (gripping his tail even tighter) I'll get that blasted Crow if I never do anything else! (SNAP!) AAAAGGGHHHH!, MY TAIL! (he had just snapped his tail out of rage, like one would do a pencil). My poor little tail, but what I did to you isn't even half of what I'll do to that Crow!

Guard: Visiter ta see ya, he says he's your grandma.

(the grandmother looks a lot like the Crow in another obvious disguise)

To Be Continued...

(Sorry if dreams don't play too well in fanfics, just try to use your imagination, I guess.)

[Pietro]

Hey pretty good so far Jack!:D And so we continue.......

Mr. Fox: GRANDMA! Do you have some masking tape for my tail?

Grandma (who looks allot like Crawford Crow): Here ya are Foxy!

(Crawford throws a huge anvil on Mr. Fox's tail!)

Mr. Fox: OWWWWWWW!

(Crawford pulls off his disguise.)

Crawford: Hi Foxy, ol' chum, I just wanted to tell ya dat me and my friends (who looks all just like me) are havin' a boithday party at your house.

Mr. Fox: You, you, you..........CROW!

Crawford: Just thought I'd letcha know!

Mr. Fox: I hate you, hate you, HATE YOU!

(Crawford runs away. A week passes. The guard comes to Mr. Fox's door.)

Guard: OK, Mr. Fox you're free to go, but let this be a warning to ya!

Mr. Fox: YIPEE! I'm free! I'm free! Oh joy! But now to fix that Crow's little red wagon ONCE AND FOR ALL!

(fades to Mr. Fox's house. Mr. Fox opens the door and sees Crawford watching TV and eating all of Mr. Fox's food.)

Mr. Fox: I'll surround him!

(Foxy starts walking but trips over a roasted turkey lying on the ground.)

Mr. Fox: Now, honestly, why would that Crow leave a roast turkey on the floor of my house.

(Crawfrod comes in)

Crawford: Just incase Fox's return to their house to seek revenge on crows!

Mr. Fox: Ah ha! Now I've gotcha!

(Mr. Fox grabs a shot gun off thw wall and starts chasing Crawford with it.)

to be continued.....

[Jack]

Meanwhile, in Frostbite Falls...

Rocky: Hokey Smokes Bullwinle, what are we doing in this story?

Bullwinkle: I don't know Rock, but I think that crow is done for.

Rocky: I don't think so, the crow has has the upper hand all throught this fanfic.

back at the Fox's house, the Fox is shooting at the Crow....

Bang! Bang! Bang! click, click, click.

Mr. Fox: My, I think I'm outa bullets.

The Fox then turns the gun around and looks down the barrel...

Crawford Crow: Oh Brudder, even I can see what's going to happen a mile away!

The Fox, still looking down the barrel, pulls the trigger and.....












CLICK!

Crawford Crow: Hey, that wasn't supposed to happen, let me take a look at that! (grabs the gun, and turns it to look down the barrel.)

Click!

Crawford Crow, still holding the rifle, but in a more relaxed position: That's strange, I guess you really are outa bullets! (He then accidentally pulls trigger)

BANG!

Mr. Fox: MY FOOT! You Dumb Crow! You shot my foot! OOOOOHHHHH!

The fox then starts panting and looking very, very angry. He trows his arms up in the air, bares his teeth and roars at the top of his lungs!

Crawford Crow: Now, now wait a minute Foxy (assides: I think I pushed him too far over the edge this time)!

The Fox chases the Crow upstairs, the Crow runs into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

Mr. Fox, standing on the other side of the the door with an axe: OH, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you!! (hacks at the door with the axe) I'll be eating crow tonite!

Crawford Crow: I need to think of a way outa this mess, and fast!

To Be Continued...

[Pietro]

(Meanwhile, inside the bathroom!)

Crow: Now, let's see.

(Fauntleroy Fox chops open the door)

Fox: Gotcha!

Crow: Uh, hey, Foxy, uhhh (starts sweating.)

(Crawford Crow pulls out all of Fauntleroy's food.)

Crow: Here! Take it all!

Fox: Oh, thank you! (shakes hand with Crawford).
Ol' chum, ol' pal!

Crow: Whew! You're a great pal, Foxy!

(Fauntleroy shokes Crawford with a "Hot Shot 200 Volt Electric Hand-Buzzer")

Crow: Ouch!

(Fauntleroy laughs.)

Crow: Dat wasn't very funny! So just for dat I'm taking back your grapes!

Fox: Oh no! Not those delicious, wonderful, beautiful grapes!

to be continued.....

[Jon Cooke]

I hope you don't mind that I wrote an ending.

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Crow: Yup, dese are *my* delicious, wonderful, beautiful grapes now! Heheheh!

The Fox becomes angry again.

Fox: You, you, good-for-nothing CROOK! That's the final straw! (he grabs his axe again) You give me those grapes immediately or else...

Crow: Now, now, Foxie...

Crow runs to the toilet (they still are in the bathroom, after all)

Crow: Ya come one step closer an' I'll flush dese grapes down da drain! You wouldn't want dat would ya, Foxie...? Uh... Foxie?

This doesn't seem to bother the Fox. He has a crazed look in his eyes, and an evil grin on his face as he comes closer and closer with the axe.

Crow (getting very nervous): Uh, now, now, Foxie. I don't like dat look in yer eyes! Here, I was only foolin'...take da grapes! They're yours! (throws grapes at the Fox) Now we're buddies again, right? Uh, right?

Fox still comes closer.

Crow: Awwww, ya don't fool me, Foxie. You wouldn't actually....

Fox swings the axe.

****CHOP!!!****

The Fox slams the axe down VERY close to the Crow. He doesn't actually chop the Crow, but it does come close enough to chop the Crow's cigar in half.

Crow (to audience): Ya know, I believe he *would*!
I'm gettin' outta here!

The Crow jumps out the bathroom window and runs down the street.

Fox calms down and happily makes his way downstairs to his kitchen.

Fox: Oh boy, oh joy! I'm finally rid of that crow! Why, if I ever see another CROW again, it'll be TOO SOON!

Fox opens the kitchen door to see the entire jury and judge (all Crawford-like crows, if you recall) in his kitchen having a wild party, causing all sorts of chaos. They stop to say in unison:

All Crows: HI 'YA, CHUM!

The Fox screams in shock, and faints.

The crows' party resumes as the cartoon's iris closes and the screen fades to black...

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[Thad Komorowski]

Great finish, Jon! It was a very interesting and funny story.




-Thad

[Pietro]

(Laughing) Very, very funny ending Jon!:D

This was a very successful and fun chainlink story, I'm already planning to have a second one come out tomorrow morning!:)

-Pietro:D