TALE SPIN: F’REEZE A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW
adaptation by jb
on the Tale Spin #6 comic book; story by Bobbi J.G. Weiss
The following story is based on the television series, characters and
situations, created by Jymn Magon & Mark Zaslove, Tale
Spin © 1990-1991 Buena Vista
Television/Walt Disney Company and W.D. Publications. This is an adapted work of
fan-fiction, using characters and property of the Walt Disney Company without
consent and for non-profit use. Some artistic liberties were taken to add more
dramatic and humourous effect on the storyline.
Baloo had been
flying along the
partly did it just to humour her, even though Rebecca would probably give him
the usual lecture on “wasting company resources” – better known as fuel
and plane mileage time – on a little joyride. But what the Boss Lady didn’t
know wouldn’t hurt him – or his ears.
he really didn’t mind going along with Molly. In the last year, he learned to
be a little more playful and patient in letting his imagination flow with her at
times. He loved the little girl dearly like she was his own daughter, which kind
of made him happy, proud – and a bit uneasy at the same time.
thought, I’m gettin’ domesticated here or somethin’?
don’t see the Frosty Pep plane anywhere, trusty sidekick,” reported Molly.
neither, Molly – I mean, Danger Woman!”
“Baloo, what if we don’t find it?” she said forlornly. “What if it’s gone and there’s no more Frosty Pep ice cream ever again?!”
pilot knew very well that the possibility of that happening would never come
into being, but to any six-year old, what could be more tragic than no more ice
cream in the world?
quickly, he snapped his fingers.
got it! How ‘bout we go to Louie’s? If anybody’d know where to look for
ice cream, ol’ Louie would! An’ while we’re there, you can have a big
Krakatoa Special to cheer ya up, okay?”
boy!” gleefully shouted Molly, then remembering, “Um, I mean – good
idea, trusty sidekick! Put the Danger Plane in Super-Dooper High Gear and
set a course for Louie’s Place!”
Captain Danger Woman, ma’am-sir!” chuckled Baloo lightly, as he headed
starboard. Any excuse to go to Louie’s Place, even to cheer up Molly,
was always a good one for him
twenty minutes, the Con-Wing L-19 had
landed at the popular refuelling station-cum-pilot’s watering hole,
where Molly eagerly ran up to the nightclub. She loved coming here and seeing
Louie a lot more than Baloo did, even though her mother would highly disapprove
with the atmosphere she would be exposed to that she feared the most – having
the door, a blast of mirthful jazz permeated the two ursines’ ears, much to
the delight of the grey bear. And there to greet him with the widest smile as
always was the orang-utan owner himself in his usual tropical shirt, lei
and hat, Louie.
main man!” exclaimed the primate, giving Baloo their customary handshake.
Lou – what’s new?”
gestured the bears over to a huge crate that sat near the bar and pulled out a
small rocket. “Baloo, dig these
firecrackers! I’m catering a big shindig tonight on Pair-O’-Dice Island!”
floatin’ casino place?”
got it! Dinner, dancing, the whole shebang – even a fireworks display!
Man, it’s gonna be some wild party!”
never as wild a party that goes on here, right?”
on, Fuzzy!” he laughed jovially, giving him a high-five.
was then that the primate turned his attention to the she-bear cub.
what brings you to my place, young-short-and-gorgeous?”
giggled Molly. “Ice cream! Baloo said you’d make me a Crack-Your-Toe
smile turned into an uneasy grimace.
a sec with Baloo, will ya, sugarplum?”
the huge bear out of earshot from her, Baloo asked him: “Whazzup?”
don’t have any ice cream, cuz!” he whispered. “My shipment didn’t
come in this morning!”
great,” whispered back the crestfallen pilot. “I didn’t know you
were supplied by the same cargo run as Cape Suzette!”
could tell something was up between the two adults. Like most children her age,
she could figure out with the obvious body and facial language that bad news was
in store and she wasn’t going to like whatever it was in store.
ice cream, Baloo?” she sighed, trying to hide her disappointment.
you fret, Cutie Pie!” Louie responded. “I’ll get you the next best thing – Louie’s Pile-To-The-Sky Fruit Delight with
whipped cream and a cherry on top!”
she agreed, brightening up to the alternative.
Good ol’ Louie, smiled Baloo. He sure has a way with kids…
greetings, one and everybody!” a familiar voice sang from the doorway. “It
is I, the pirate of the hour – Don Karnage!”
seconds, the music came to a screeching halt and every firearm was whipped out
from almost everyone in the nightclub, clicking off their safety locks in
synchronicity, aimed at the Air Pirate leader and two of his cronies flanking
his sides, Gibber and Dumptruck.
pony pucks! Louie
frowned. Just what we needed
around here…the main party-pooper of all of Asia-Pacifica in my joint!
Baloo just held Molly close to him, hoping that things wouldn’t get ugly,
feeling a protective instinct over the she-bear cub.
“Now, now, gentlemen,” said Karnage in the calmest manner, casually raising
his empty palms. “I have not a weapon in my
“What’re you doing here, Karnage?” Louie demanded, walking up to him.
put, Danger Woman,” the pilot instructed Molly as he went to join his friend.
nodded. There are times when even Danger Woman knows when not
to leap into action…
come to buy a round of your most tasty drinks for all these thirsty
went the surprised clamour of everyone in the nightclub, that suddenly all the
guns lowered and dissipated the tension a little.
Baloo snorted, not hiding his distaste for the
newcomers. “And I sell propellers door-to-door! Now what are you really
the uptimillionth time, Baloo, my name is Karnage – Don Karnage!
And I am after nothing today but a birthday – mine!”
don’t say!” guffawed the nightclub owner. “So how just how many candles
will you be puttin’ on your cake this year, you ol’ pirate you?”
sneered the wolf, “are none of your
cotton-plucking floor wax, you snoopsy
Captain,” interjected Dumptruck, “you said you vere twenty-nine years old
shot the half-witted Dane a very poisonous glare at him.
come to tink on it,” he continued, dumbly oblivious to his leader’s growing
anger, “you said dat last year, too! And da year before that! And da year be
wolf pirate had grabbed Dumptruck tightly by the throat and brought him
face-to-face while crushing his windpipe, constricting his oxygen supply.
me to shoot you when we get home!” he snarled slowly in a hushed tone,
making every word sink in.
squeaked Dumptruck, “sorry, Captain!”
tried very hard not to laugh at the comical situation before him.
let go of his minion, to which Dumptruck dropped to the floor and gasped for
air. Fully regaining his composure, the flamboyant leader theatrically bounced
up unto the stage.
Louie,” he said, after clearing his throat, “I have come to order a cake
from your most able bakery – a very large
ice cream cake – with lots of chocolate frosting and the little sprinkly
doohickies on top!”
huh? Suits yer ego, Karny.
can do, Karnage! Even if I had the time – and the inclination – I
don’t have any ice cream!”
that is no problem – I brought my own!”
and sharply clapping his hands twice, Hacksaw rolled in three large boxes of ice
cream on a trolley upon command, to which Molly instantly recognized the brand
name on the sides.
That’s the stolen Frosty Pep!!”
course it is,” Karnage proudly boasted to the child. “I stole it!”
she-bear cub glared right at him. That creepface…
Baloo was enraged. Having this pirate coming in to his favourite joint was bad
enough, but to be such a braggart on
his latest acquisition that may have cost the livelihoods – or lives – of
his fellow pilots was another.
you –” he growled, balling up his fists into lethal weapons, about to
step up to the pirate leader.
man, worried the
orang-utan. Cuz, don’t –!
Karnage placated playfully, jingling a change purse in front of him as his
pirates unloaded the ice cream, “I will pay for it when I pick it up!
What do you think of that?”
when have you ever paid for anything, Karnage?” questioned Louie
have the cake ready at
, and you will see that Don Karnage
can cut a round deal on the up and out! But do not disappoint me,
Louie,” he said menacingly as he tucked away his purse into his inner coat
pocket, “or I may have to get angry!”
signalled his men to leave, and as they headed out the door, he turned his head
around momentarily and said: “Oh, and I want twenty ice cream sundaes too – also
with the sprinkly doohickies and little candles on top! Arriverderci!”
sundaes?!?” he said in exasperation, not believing the pirate
leader’s verve over the additional demand he had just given.
kiddin’, Louie!” scoffed the grey bear. “‘Sides, you’re not really
gonna make that lousy pirate a cake, are ya? Ya know he won’t pay!”
there’s one thing I’ve learned the hard way, cuz, it’s that Karnage doesn’t
kid about his threats,” sighed the primate. “If I don’t give him a
cake made outta that ice cream by
today, he’s liable to burn my place down – or worse!”
that guy needs is a good birthday spankin’!” the pilot fumed.
“Y’know, he didn’t just steal the Frosty Pep – he took the whole darn
plane! Those pilots can’t work without their plane! An’ now this!”
Molly added. “But what are we gonna do?”
a wicked smile creased Louie’s face while rubbing his chin.
it, cuz! What if there was a way to get that plane back, get Karnage off
my tail and give him a ‘spankin’’ he’ll never forget?”
grinned. If there was one thing he loved more than napping, flying, partying and
eating, was a good practical joke – especially if one was played on
that egotistic blowhard, Karnage.
I like the idea already – whatever it is!”
shouted Rebecca spiritedly.
the day cruise ship, the S.S. Festivia; just a few kilometres away from
was allowing herself to enjoy life for a change, like Baloo always have told her
to do and for once, she agreed with her pilot’s call, even if she didn’t
want to admit it to his face.
the music ended, the other passengers applauded the quartet and Rebecca, who
bowed and caught her breath, enjoying the attention.
you! Conga lines are my specialty!”
how are you at slow dancing, Miss…?”
to the elegant voice, it belonged to a suave-looking canine with his hair parted
down the middle and a pencil-thin moustache in a well-tailored three-piece suit
with a most pleasant smile.
face brightened upon first sight.
call me Rebecca. And…let me guess…your name is Skippy?”
no! My name is John!...”
There are real men with normal names out there, Fly Boy!
call me Taddy! Everybody does!”
thought, but he does show some promise…
Rebecca,” said Taddy, courtly kissing her hand, “what do you say we go ask
the band to play ‘Moonlight Melody,’ shall we?”
– why not?” she replied, trying not to let her feelings come to the surface.
took more caution this time around, considering her previous experiences with
such men that presented themselves like this in her life, including one that
almost got her knifed the first time she went to Louie’s Place.
real man at Louie’s…what a laugh. What do you know, Baloo?...
she and Taddy walked together towards the stage, something slightly perturbed
her. Why was she even thinking about him for?
not far away; Mad Dog’s squadron was aimlessly flying around the area in
search for a band to play for their leader’s birthday party that was in a few
hours away from now – and desperation was starting to settle in.
is just dandy!” complained one of
the pirates. “Gibber comes up with some fancy-pants idea, an’ we
do all the work! An’ if we come up empty-handed, the captian’ll string us up
by our earlobes!”
quit your whining and keep
looking!” ordered Mad Dog, in the lead.
his ears then pricked up a bit, hearing some gaily-sounding music coming from
somewhere nearby. Looking around the portside, he saw behind him a day cruiser
and could just make out a small stage on the stern deck with some people with
grinned with delight.
dog! Jackpot at
the Festivia at that moment, Rebecca
just happened to be standing on the stage and made her request to the trumpeter
bandleader, to which he replied: “‘Moonlight Melody?’ Why, it just so
happens that’s the very next song
we’re going to play, beautiful!”
she-bear blushed slightly. “Thank you.”
sudden rush of airplane engines ran past above the ship, causing the passengers
to look up and around in confusion.
conga player then shouted out the obvious: “Look – air pirates!!”
ensured, people scattering in all directions in panic. And before anybody knew
it, the squadron’s grappling hooks adeptly hooked onto the stage with the
musicians and the businesswoman – unintentionally caught up in the chaos –
were carted off the deck.
she cried out.
Rebecca!” Taddy called up to her. “I’ll catch you!”
it was futile. In the confusion and fear, she couldn’t hear what her potential
suitor had said, trying mostly to stay stable on the wobbly stage. It was just
then the dapper canine had a second thought.
What am I saying?? I’d ruin my
in the air, the hostages frantically tried to maintain a sense of balance as the
planes and platform gained altitude. But Rebecca’s heels made the task
difficult, making her slip and then tumble off the edge headfirst.
life flashed before her eyes as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
quickly, the bandleader ripped the cord from under the microphone stand and
tossed it toward her.
in time, she caught the wire and swayed wildly from beneath the bandstand.
Looking down at the rushing water underneath her, she felt panicky. The other
band members came to their leader’s aid, proceeded to pull her back up.
on, Miss! We’ve got you!” the trumpeter shouted to the dangling she-bear.
the musicians pulled, Rebecca wrapped the cord around her hand a couple of
times, creating a tightening bond which felt like it was cutting into her flesh
and clenched her feet inside her shoes to prevent them from falling into the
a sweat-breaking minute, the Latin jazz quartet had successfully pulled her
safely onto the flying deck that had finally stabilized itself to the best to
the ability of the Air Pirates’ control. The bandleader grabbed Rebecca by the
wrists and helped her climb onto the stage.
she panted in relief. “Thank you!”
the percussionist swooned. “We’re being kidnapped!”
onto one of the grappling ropes, Rebecca looked up at the planes in anger and
fear, openly brought out the fighting question: “But why would Air Pirates want us
is just peachy!
I go on a day cruise to unwind, finally meet a decent guy for a change and
now I’m abducted by Air Pirates – again! Could this day get any worse?!
his watch and the skies again, Louie and a handful of his maintenance crew
waited for the Air Pirates to come collect the cake and ice cream sundaes that
Karnage had “ordered,” with a mix of anticipation and nervousness on the
delivery pier at five o’clock precisely.
they won’t show up, the orangutan thought hopefully.
stated one of the crewmembers.
Coming in on the
approach was a moderately-sized cargo seaplane with the familiar pirate insignia
clearly marked on the tail heading toward his lagoon, much to Louie’s
So much for my horoscope bein’ right today…
The seaplane landed in
the natural harbour and taxied right up to where Louie and his company were
waiting. Within minutes, Dumptruck and five other armed comrades came down the
lowered back ramp, confronting the awaiting primates.
“The Captain sent us
to collect da cake an’ sundaes,” announced the hulking Great Dane.
“Sure thing, pal,”
said Louie in his best diplomatic manner. “That’ll be two-hundred an’
sixteen dollars an’ seventy-eight cents plus tax, Max.”
went into a deep furrow and shoved his pistol into Louie’s face point-blank ,
while the other pirates cocked their guns in an intimidating manner at the
“The name is Dumptruck,”
he growled, clicking off the safety. “An’ how ‘bout vee let you live
in lieu of payment, Mister Comedian?”
Louie grinned nervously, his forehead heavily perspiring like a cascading
waterfall. “Yeah! That’ll be fine! That’ll be fine! Just had to ask, cuz!”
The Air Pirate just
“H’okay, boys,” he
ordered. “Take ‘em avay!”
As the brigands hauled
off the ill-gotten birthday favours onto the plane, the Great Dane noticed a
large purple box with a blue ribbon wrapped in a bow next to where the cake had
been. He looked at it curiously.
“Vat is that?” he
“Oh, just a little
prezzie for ol’ Karnage in appreciation of him choosing our most humble
establishment to exclusively cater his twenty-ninth birthday party,” Louie
explained, adding coyly, “But, if you don’t want it –”
“Vee’ll take it,”
interrupted the hulking pirate. “I’m sure da Captain vill be thrilled with
I was hopin’ you’d say that, tall-dark-and-gruesome.
Taking the present away,
the pirates backed into the seaplane with their weapons at the ready with
Dumptruck being the last to get on board, still aiming his gun at the nightclub
“An’ don’t get any
ideas in trying to stop us,” he said as he closed the back ramp.
“A pleasure doin’ business with you, cuz,” said Louie
sarcastically. “Tell all your friends ‘bout us.”
The seaplane started up
its engines and made off into the late afternoon sky. As his attendants walked
off to tend to other matters, their employer took off his hat, wiped the inside
rim with a handkerchief and breathed a sigh of relief.
Well, that went off without a hitch. Things should go accordin’ to our plan, he thought, then added with some concern as he saw the Air Pirates’ plane disappear into the horizon, I hope…
End of Part Two