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The Tick - Moth Mistake
By Mellissa Lynn
"DAMN!" American Maid swore as she hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Arthur asked from where he and Carmelita
were sitting. The diner was fairly empty; only the three of
them (well, the Tick was there, of course, but he had dozed
off in the next booth).
"I just lost my catering team for the affair I'm doing next
week," American Maid replied. "I promised that I'd do this,
and the head of the NCCA won't be happy if I can't help.
He's one of my best contacts!"
"The NCCA?" Arthur asked.
"The National Crime Council of America," American Maid
answered. She put her head in her hands. "What am I gonna
DO?"
Carmelita said, "I can help, if you need, American Maid"
"That's sweet, hun, but I need two waitresses who look
alike. Where will I find that?"
Carmelita looked at Arthur and her eyes gleamed. "Arthur,
sweetie...can you do something for me?"
Arthur looked at his beloved. "Of course!"
"Good. Can you do this?" She leaned over and whispered in
his ear. He looked at her blankly for a minute, and she
said, "Come on, sweetie. Just do this for me, OK?"
Arthur sighed. "OK..." He closed his eyes and concentrated.
A shimmer appeared around him and American Maid gasped.
"So what did that pro-" Arthur stopped as he heard his
voice. "Wh-what just happened?"
American Maid clapped her hands together. "This is
perfect!" she gushed.
Carmelita held up a mirror for Arthur to see. In that
mirror, he saw Carmelita. It took a second for the idea to
register. "Wha- how- I'm YOU!"
Carmelita grinned. "It's another feature of the moth suit,"
she said. "Daddy told me about it, but I've never tried it
before. We can assume the look and sound of just about
anyone!"
Arthur thought to himself, "Great, NOW she tells me!"
Jus then a groan came from the next booth. "My aching
melon..." the Tick said as he rejoined the land of the
living. "What the-ARTHUR!" The Tick cried out. "Good gravy,
man, what's happened to you? " Being the Tick, his mind
came up with the only possible solution. "There's evil
afoot here, old chum. I'll save you!" The Tick grabbed a
Carmelita and bounded off to find someone who could help
Arthur.
"What is that muscle-bound goof going to do with Arthur?"
American Maid wondered out loud.
"Nothing," Arthur replied. "He took Carmelita."
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The Tick was in such a rush that he didn't stop to open the
door to the apartment. Thus, he ensured that yet another
visit from the landlord was nigh. "Tick-" Carmelita started
to say.
"Don't worry!" the Tick exclaimed. "I've seen shows on TV
about things like this!" He turned on the television and an
ad came on. "Is your friend, lover, or relative a victim of
a cruel evil sorcerer or sorceress? Well, I'm Elk Whistler,
and I can turn your loved one back to who he or she should
BE! Just call me at 555-BACK!"
"Tick-" Carmelita tried again to say.
"No, Arthur! We have to do this!" the Tick cried. "How
could you and Carmelita ever be happy if you were to look
alike forever? We MUST do this!" He was already dialing the
phone. He talked for a moment, ignoring utterly everything
Carmelita said, then turned back to her. "They'll see us
right now!" he said happily. "Come ON!"
As the Tick dashed to the roof, Arthur and American Maid
came into view at the door of the apartment. "Great!"
American Maid said. "We missed them!"
Arthur said, "Well, we know they've been here. It's all a
matter of finding them now." He sighed as he looked at the
door. "Great. Well, the security deposit is already LONG
gone, so I guess there's no point in worrying about it." He
tried to pick the door up, but it was fairly well embedded
in the wall. American Maid reached over him and pried it
loose, then stood it up over the hole.
"Now, where would they- oh no," Arthur gasped in horror.
"He'll take her to that shyster on TV!"
"Who?"
"The guy that says he can restore victims of villains to
their rightful bodies! Haven't you seen the commercials?"
"Sorry, I usually only watch the cooking and home
decorating shows," American Maid said. Arthur rolled his
eyes.
"Well, well, well!" they both heard from down the hall.
"Lookee here, boys. American Maid and the girl moth!"
"Oh no," Arthur moaned. He closed his eyes and tried to
picture himself. When he opened his eyes, he could see in
American Maid s eyes that he still looked like Carmelita.
He started to do the standard Arthur move, hiding behind
her, but she hissed, "You can't BE that way today, Arthur!
Carmelita would be flying and fighting. You HAVE to be her
now!"
Arthur was almost shaking, but he understood what American
Maid was saying. "I'll try," he whispered. He extended his
wings and took off toward the men. One of them pulled out a
weapon and fired it, shooting out some sort of net. Arthur
instinctively dodged it, and hit the men dead on. One of
them went down the stairs, shouting out words that made
Arthur blush.
American Maid was on the other two men by then, making
short work of them. "Good job, Ar-Carmelita!" she shouted.
Come on, we have to catch the other one and find out who
they are!"
As they reached the street, they found the man getting into
a car and driving off. American Maid made a grab for the
fender of the car, but wasn't able to catch it. She took
off her shoe and tossed it at the car, where it lodged
against the fender. "Come ON!" she shouted at Arthur as she
pulled off her other shoe and revealed a small screen. "Get
in the car, I'll drive!" Arthur came in for a landing and
plunged into his car as American Maid started it and hit
the gas. As American Maid watched her shoe, she said to
Arthur, "It's a tracking device."
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Meanwhile, the Tick, with Carmelita under one hand, was
quickly heading for Elk Whistler's business. It turned out
to be in one of the worst parts of the City, a place that
Carmelita would never go on her own. She sighed as
the Tick bounced along, creating several pieces of minor
property damage in his wake. "Tick-" she tried again.
"Not now, chum, you'll get me lost!" the Tick replied. "Now,
was that a LEFT on Siegal and a RIGHT on Shuster? Or a
RIGHT on Kane and LEFT on Moulton?"
Carmelita sighed again. "I think it's here, Tick," she said
as they neared a sign that said, "Elk Whistler, spell
reversals and cantrips".
"Hm...I think you're right," the Tick said thoughtfully.
"Yep! Right here at the corner of Kirby and Lee!" He opened
the door and went inside, Carmelita still under his arm.
Inside the office, a man awaited them. He was rather older
looking, with a bad toupee and an even worse mustache.
Despite the disguise, Carmelita recognized him instantly.
"Oh NO!" she though to herself. "It's Mr. Mental!" She
looked up at the Tick, who obviously didn't recognize the
Super villain.
"You must be the Tick," the disguised villain said. "We
spoke on the phone."
The Tick said, "For the love of God, man, we don't have
time for small talk! FIX MY SIDEKICK!" He thrust Carmelita
at Mr. Mental.
Mr. Mental looked at Carmelita for a moment, then at the
Tick. "Indeed," he said. "This looks to be a textbook
case." Carmelita looked at him, then at the Tick
incredulously. "Tick, don't you see who-mmph!" She was
stopped by Mental's hand over her mouth.
"Look at her, Tick," Mr. Mental said as he started to work
a trance on the Tick. The Tick swayed as he stood there.
Carmelita racked her brains for a way to stop what was
happening. She didn't want to be-
She stopped herself. Of course! Why not use the way this
had started as a way to end it? She closed her eyes and
concentrated...
The Tick was falling into Mental's trap when suddenly he
heard Arthur's voice. "You did it!" Mr. Mental was badly
startled by this, and the Tick snapped out of the trance.
"ARTHUR! CHUM!" he cried as he lifted Carmelita
into the air.
"OK, Tick," she said, trying to say it the way Arthur would.
"We need to go now."
Just then, the door to the office banged open and a man
staggered in. "Boss! We tried to catch them, but American
Maid and that other flying moth person, the girl, was there!
They got Rocko and Eel!"
The Tick looked at the man. "You look like an evil doer,
mister!" he shouted. He quickly put Carmelita down and
grabbed the man.
Mental started to move toward the back, but Carmelita heard
her own voice say, "Where do you think you're going?" She
saw Arthur and American Maid standing there. Arthur was
standing defiant and unafraid, looking exactly the way she
would herself. She realizes that she has to act like he
normally would.
"T-Tick?" she says in Arthur's voice. "Shouldn't we be
going now?"
The Tick said, "No, Arthur, we have to teach this man that
the saltine of justice isn't his to crumble!"
He looked at the poor thug, who was trembling in fear.
"You've got an appointment with that bowl of chili we call
the legal system, mister!"
He picked the man up by one ankle and turned to Mental.
"Thank you, Elk Whistler! Thank you for giving me back my
sidekick!"
American Maid, Arthur, and Carmelita rolled their eyes as
the super villain looked on in astonishment, not
understanding how he'd been beaten again by the Tick.
American Maid quietly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck
when the Tick wasn't looking, and handed him over to the
authorities as well.
'Arthur' went to 'Carmelita' and they embraced. Carmelita
(the real one) said, "Well, we're going to be like this
until tomorrow. The image changer's batteries will be
recharged by then."
Arthur said, "That's OK. I've felt...different...while I've
been this way. Less afraid of everything, as it were."
Carmelita replied, "Good. Then perhaps you'll stay that way
when you're Arthur again." She kissed him on the cheek.
American Maid said, "Arthur, does that mean you'll help
with my situation?"
Arthur smiled and said, "What are friends for, American
Maid? I-awk!"
The "awk!' was caused by the Tick putting his rather large
arms around everyone's shoulders in a group hug.
"What are friends for, indeed, Carmelita?" he said.
"Friendship is the grout of the universe, keeping everyone
from flowing out through the cracks..." As the Tick
continued on in this vein awhile, Arthur looked at
Carmelita and whispered, "Does your dad have one more of
the image changers?" He cast his eyes at his big blue best
friend and grinned what could only be called an evil grin.
The End...?
Elle
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