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DVD commentary: Just On A Whim (Kaboom Anthropomorfic)
Of all the fics, this was my shortest one, and it was very... crackfic-y, which is not surprising, given the nature of the fandom. Or lack thereof.
Anthropomofics are a bit cracky by nature, and very much original fic as you have very little source material/fandom to use as 'canon'. In my case, I tried to figure out what to do with an explosion, a bike, a breakfast cereal, and a tile cleaner. Of all of the above, I only researched the breakfast cereal.
"KA-BOOOOM!" the Kaboom (of the earth-shattering variety, which thankfully didn't do any shattering, for the other Kabooms would have said something about it).
This seemed to be the best way to start off the story, with the largest, noisiest of the Kabooms. This one's actions would lead to the rest of the fic.
"Dude," Kaboom, the bike, said, looking at the large cloud that represented the earth-shattering variety, "I have places to go, people to see, so if you'd kind of *not do that*…."
The bike sounding like Dustin of Ninja Storm is completely intentional.
"Sorry," the bigger Kaboom rumbled. "But wouldn't you like to be just like me?" The last was in an attempted sing-song voice.
Big Kaboom begins to get a clue that not everybody loves explosions.
"Dude, it's like… you've made Kaboom-the-cereal lose half her bits, and I can tell Kaboom-the-floor-cleaner's lost half his… stuff. Seriously."
The voice sounded even more apologetic. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it!"
Hopping into view, the breakfast cereal somehow caught what was left of her contents. "You should be. I make kids so happy and you're making me lose all my clowns and bears and…." She sniffled.
There is a bears joke in Yuletide, but what I was thinking about was the fact that the cereal had marshmallow bears and clowns - yeah, it was a typical kids' breakfast cereal, with a clown theme.
"And how am I supposed to clean this damn tile if you keep shaking me all over the place? Couldn't you Kaboom somewhere else?" the cleaner asked, glaring, dragging a mop behind him. "Floors to clean, people to make happy… why don't you go somewhere and do just that?"
The bathroom cleaner is cranky. I don't know why.
"Large explosions don't make people happy?" the very large Kaboom asked in a very small voice.
"They do when you warn for them," the cleaner said. "So go… shoo!"
The moral of this story: Warn for explosions, apparently. It wasn't meant to be an allegory about fic warnings, the tile cleaner was just upset.
"Don't be so mean," the breakfast cereal said. "Let's teach him how to do it right, okay?"
"You mean it?" the very large noise asked hopefully.
"Sure! I'm a cheery breakfast cereal, what else can I do? Let's have fun!"
The tile cleaner harumphed, but the bike waggled a wheel cheerfully. "Nothing wrong with having fun."
Up in the skies, the explosion laughed.
That was an odd end, but I didn't know what else to do with this set of characters, so I left it at that.
Anthropomofics are a bit cracky by nature, and very much original fic as you have very little source material/fandom to use as 'canon'. In my case, I tried to figure out what to do with an explosion, a bike, a breakfast cereal, and a tile cleaner. Of all of the above, I only researched the breakfast cereal.
"KA-BOOOOM!" the Kaboom (of the earth-shattering variety, which thankfully didn't do any shattering, for the other Kabooms would have said something about it).
This seemed to be the best way to start off the story, with the largest, noisiest of the Kabooms. This one's actions would lead to the rest of the fic.
"Dude," Kaboom, the bike, said, looking at the large cloud that represented the earth-shattering variety, "I have places to go, people to see, so if you'd kind of *not do that*…."
The bike sounding like Dustin of Ninja Storm is completely intentional.
"Sorry," the bigger Kaboom rumbled. "But wouldn't you like to be just like me?" The last was in an attempted sing-song voice.
Big Kaboom begins to get a clue that not everybody loves explosions.
"Dude, it's like… you've made Kaboom-the-cereal lose half her bits, and I can tell Kaboom-the-floor-cleaner's lost half his… stuff. Seriously."
The voice sounded even more apologetic. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it!"
Hopping into view, the breakfast cereal somehow caught what was left of her contents. "You should be. I make kids so happy and you're making me lose all my clowns and bears and…." She sniffled.
There is a bears joke in Yuletide, but what I was thinking about was the fact that the cereal had marshmallow bears and clowns - yeah, it was a typical kids' breakfast cereal, with a clown theme.
"And how am I supposed to clean this damn tile if you keep shaking me all over the place? Couldn't you Kaboom somewhere else?" the cleaner asked, glaring, dragging a mop behind him. "Floors to clean, people to make happy… why don't you go somewhere and do just that?"
The bathroom cleaner is cranky. I don't know why.
"Large explosions don't make people happy?" the very large Kaboom asked in a very small voice.
"They do when you warn for them," the cleaner said. "So go… shoo!"
The moral of this story: Warn for explosions, apparently. It wasn't meant to be an allegory about fic warnings, the tile cleaner was just upset.
"Don't be so mean," the breakfast cereal said. "Let's teach him how to do it right, okay?"
"You mean it?" the very large noise asked hopefully.
"Sure! I'm a cheery breakfast cereal, what else can I do? Let's have fun!"
The tile cleaner harumphed, but the bike waggled a wheel cheerfully. "Nothing wrong with having fun."
Up in the skies, the explosion laughed.
That was an odd end, but I didn't know what else to do with this set of characters, so I left it at that.