"Trick or Crow" a chainlink fanfic starring the Fox and the Crow

[Pietro]

It's Halloween (or nearing Halloween). So I decided to make a Fox and Crow Halloween-themed fanfic. We haven't done one in awhile so here it goes......



Starring in.......

"Trick or Crow"

(We open on the Fox putting out candy for the kids)

Fox: Halloween! One of my favorite holidays! Oh! I just love to see the expression on those ADORABLE children's faces!

(We cut to the Crow's tree. The Crow overhears this)

Crow: Hummm.....I tink I'll have fun wit ol' Foxie, an' since it's Wednesday, an' it bein' dat Foxie pays me two bucks on Wednesday........

(We fade to the Crow on the ground in a ghost costume wearing a beanie cap)

Crow: Foxie's a Sucker! He'll fall for anyting!

(The Crow walks up to the Fox's door and knocks on it)

Fox: Oh! My first customer tonite! How splendid!

(The Fox opens the door)

Crow: Twick or Tweat.....HEY! WHO AWE YOUSE? I never seen you in da Saturday morning cartoons befowe!

Fox: Well, uh, that's because uh.....

Crow: You sure look old! How old are you anyway?

Fox: Old? Oh my!

Crow; Enough stallin' hand it over!

Fox: All right.

(The Fox gives the Crow a small piece of candy)

Crow: WHAT, MAY I ASK IS DIS?

Fox: Candied Soybean! I made it myself!

Crow: Look, chum! Leave us get da straight facts! I WANT TWO BUCKS!

Fox: Two dollars?

Crow: Yeah, dat's right Foxie, cough it up. Er...did I say Foxie?

Fox (thinking): Foxie? Hummmm.......THE CROW! (talking) Very funny, MR. CROW!

(The Fox pulls the sheet off and kicks the Crow out)

Crow: Hummm....I guess he ain't so stupid after all. But, I gotta git dem two bucks!

(Suddently a suitcase conks the Crow on the head)

Crow: Sunday Driver! Hummm.....what's dis? AH HA! I TINK I GOT IT!

(The Fox is lying in bed, when he hears strange noises and the lights suddenly shut off)

CONTINUE FROM HERE FOLKS....

[David Gerstein]

Fox: Why, that no-good— if it's that crow again, I'll-I'll-I'll—

Crow (from outside, in a ghoulish voice): >Moohoohoohoohoohahahahaaa!<

Fox: What? What's that?

Crow (normal): Listen up, Jack! I distinctly said...

Crow (ghoulish voice): ...>Moohoohoohoohoohahahahaaa!< Dis is Mysterious Mose, speakin'!... You have thoity seconds ta get outta your house before— it's a goner! >Boo! Moohoohoohoohoohahahahaaa!<

Fox: My house?! (runs outside) My house! What's happened to it?

(The house is now painted a luminescent, glowing white. Crawford stands on top of it, disguised as the Grim Reaper.)

Crow: Youse, sirrah! Little did youse know it, chum, but yer house was built on top of an Indian graveyard a whole lotta years ago! An' tonight— tonight on All Hallows' Eve, your digs get possessed!

Fox: B-but I've m-m-made all the payments, Mr. Mose...

(A disgusted Crawford holds out a sign to us, reading "I'M WITH STUPID")

Crow: I mean possessed! When ghosts an' goblins by d' score ring yer bell an' pound yer door! You peep yer last peep! Ix-nay on d' iving-lay!

Fox: W-w-will they kill me?

Crow: Word has it your nightmares will come true, pal.

(Loud wardance-type howls and thunderclaps come from behind the house, and only we can see that there's a crank-driven record player back there making the noises)

Fox: Jumping jehosophat! Something must be done!

(Crawford-as-Grim-Reaper whips out of sight with a whistling sound. Just as quickly he zips out from behind a bush on Fauntleroy's lawn, now costumed in airplane goggles and a white smock and wearing a backpack from which a garden hose extends)

Crow: An' something's gonna be did! Youse need a ghostbuster, chum. An' I, Black Pete Venkman, ghostbuster at large, M. D., B. A., P. D. Q,. will remove them spooks from your domicile for d' triflin' sum o' two dollars. Each!

Fox: Oh, goody goody goody! My dear, dear home (he hugs the corner of his house, pressing himself lovingly against it)... you'll soon be de-ghosted!

(Fauntleroy relaxes his embrace and pulls himself free from the house...)

Sound: RIP!

(...not noticing that a lot of paint has come off on him, leaving his front side a glowing, ghostly white from head to foot)

Crow: Dat's d' spirit. Now c'mon inside, pal. We ain't afraid o' no ghosts. (singing) We did it before, an' we can do it again— an' we can do it again...

(Crawford directs a marching, bold Fauntleroy back into the house and moves to follow him)

Crow (singing): ...ta-dump ta-diddle ta-dump ta-dump, ta-dump ta-dump ta-dump— we did it befo-ooore...

(Crawford ducks his head out of the house one final moment)

Crow: Ready, men?

(Flippy, Flop, and Sam the Dog, holding the suitcase so we can now see it reads "Scare-U-Silly Disguise Kit", trade winks with Crawford...)

Sound: WINK!

(...after which Crawford marches back into the house)

Crow (singing): ...and we'll do it agaaaaain!

(TO BE CONTINUED!)

[Pietro]

Great job David! Here's my continuation:

Fox: Oh! How Grand! And it only costs two dollars......TWO DOLLARS?! Hold it, Mr. Venkman!

Crow: Yeah?

Fox: I think your fee is, uh, kinda high, don't you?

Crow: High? Humph! It's a reasonable price fer Ghostbustin'. Udder ghostbusters charge FOUR dollars!

Fox: FOUR?

Crow: But I see how it is.

(Crow starts to leave)

Fox: WAIT! I didn't mean to be hasty here's the two dollars.....

Crow: Dat's da smart ting ta do chum!

(The Crow "loads" his vaccum)

Crow: Now, Foxie....er, I mean Mr. Fox witness da fine art of Ghostbustin'!

Fox: Oh! Certainly!

(Crow busts the door down and notices the Fox's piano and plays with the keys)

Crow: Dis drives 'em nuts!

(Suddenly, we see Flop wearing a sheet coming down the stairs)

Fox: YIPE! A G-G-G-G-G-G-GHOST!

Crow: Ready.....aim......Oh wait! Dere's a two dollar fee fer actually shootin' 'em!

Fox: WHAT?

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