Subject: [FFML] [FFML][corrected version][ff][SM] Pissing Off Pluto 1
From: "Elsa Bibat" <aerolbj@i-next.net>
Date: 2/13/2000, 12:31 PM
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If there is anything I ever disliked, it was horrible formatting 
so excuse me as I fix this damn thing.

There !

Due to consistent public demand. Here's the first part of Pissing 
Off Pluto, refurbished and highly polished. 

The second part will come next week since I'm going to make it a 
lot bigger than what it was the last time, along with the fact that part 
3 will be posted too.

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Disclaimer:
The characters here are not mine.They're Naoko Takeuchi's
The Delorean and the Flux Capacitor are definitely not mine.            
Yeah, I messed around with Hotaru's age. Don't worry. All will be 
revealed in time. 

I hope.   

Apologies to Sean Gaffney, Jeff Hosmer, Chris Davies, Ben Oliver 
and Ken Wolfe, all noted fanfic authors. About what, you'll find out 
later.

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Pissing Off Pluto: Part 1

"Next on Geraldo : Mad Scientist's Daughters and Their Fascination 
With Black Leather !" 

>From "I Really Need A Better Title" Productions 

By Elsa "I'm Back !!!!!" Bibat

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               Hotaru Tomoe, age six, watched as her father tinkered 
with the weird-looking car. Souichi Tomoe's mane of white hair 
was smudged with black grease as it bobbed up and down with 
his head behind the hood of the car. Hotaru was not exactly a 
normal girl, she was, of course, a daughter of a certified Mad 
Scientist(Patent Pending), but there were other things that Hotaru 
wasn't exactly made of the same mold as other girls. Maybe it 
was because she had above average IQ. Maybe because she 
had the potential capability to blow the world to a friggin', bloody, 
uncountable, irreparable bits that's the reason why we have to kill 
her now kill her blow her brains kill kill kill now yess yess..... 

             AHEM.

            To get back to the point, maybe it was the way she managed 
to look like a member of the Japanese Goth underground, only 
chibified. Hey, a six year old who manages to look good in black 
leather is a rare find indeed, so stop sniggering. But, no, she wasn't 
wearing black leather today except for her shoes. She does have a 
father you know, and you know how fathers are about black leather. 
Especially shiny black leather. My dad freaked when he saw me in 
shiny black leather, so I assume that Tomoe-sensei would freak, too.    

             Though Tomoe-sensei does let her wear black leather, the 
shiny kind to boot, when she plays around with her friend, Key-chan, 
but that's another kettle of steak. Key-chan really does need a lot of 
friends, however, and if you dial 1-800-I-LOVE-KEY you'll get treated 
to a cute voice of a girl who speaks in third person and who wants to 
be your friend. Note that if you're under eighteen or below you need 
your parent's permission, and of course it's a dollar sixty per minute 
or whatever that is in yen. And, no, it's not porn. 

            Really. 
    
            Buuut, as I said that's another kettle of prawns. Steak. 
Whatever.     
     
            No, today she was wearing an adorably cute little dress, you 
know those dresses kids wear that make them so adorable and cute 
until they cry into your ear because they want an ice cream. But this 
particular dress was not in the usual colors, of course, of neon 
banana or something similar. They were in black and lavender. When 
all things are said and done about how he parents Hotaru, let it not 
be said that Tomoe-sensei didn't have any color sense.     

            Poppa's very excited today, thought Hotaru, as she hugged 
Pooky, her purple teddy bear, closer. He must be ready to test the 
car, she thought as she looked from one end of the vehicle to 
another. Steel-gray paint, gull-wing doors and some weird looking 
additions to the back, rounded out what Hotaru called 'the car'. Of 
course, Hotaru, haven't having the pleasure of seeing Christopher 
Lloyd and Micheal J. Fox running around in something similar, didn't 
know what was in front of her was a collector's item both for movie 
fans and car collectors. When she asked her father what it was he 
called it a De-lor-e-an. When she asked what that meant Tomoe-
sensei laughed heartily and told her he'd explain when she was older.

            Maybe it's something like that sex thing, that her father also 
promised to explain when she was older after much coughing and 
gagging, Hotaru contemplated while she hugged Pooky a little closer. 
The artificial fur was quite pleasant. Well, Dad did say the same 
thing when I saw those videos of him and that woman that looked 
like her mom in the old family albums. Lots of shiny black leather in 
there. Whip cream, too. Hotaru's rather innocent fantasies of black 
leather and whip cream were interrupted by her father when he 
slammed the hood shut with a laugh.                                                                                     

            "I finally finished it !" The Professor said as he went to a 
nearby toolbox and picked up a clean cloth and wet it in a nearby 
basin to clean his face. "Now all I need to do is to test it."

            "Uh, Poppa, you've been working on the car for three years 
now. I've always wondered what does it do ?" Hotaru asked her 
father as he started to open the back part of the truck that he 
usually used to transport the Delorean. Where he got the truck, 
Hotaru wished she knew, but there were still quite a few bags of 
that white powdery stuff she found in the back of it at home.  

            "Simple," Hotaru's father said with a smile,"It travels through 
time. Now, Hotaru get in the front. We're going to test-drive it at the 
racing track."  

            He laughed that weird laugh of his before launching on a 
tirade about how he was going to prove to everyone in the scientific 
community that he was not a crackpot and etc.,etc., yackety 
shmackety, blah-blah. Hotaru tuned that out since she'd heard it all 
before. Being a daughter of a certified Mad Scientist(Patent Pending) 
was a twenty four hour job and you get used to your father's 
idiosyncracies or you have a nervous breakdown. 

            Hotaru went to the front of the truck utterly convinced that, no 
matter how nice her father was, he was totally nuts. 

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            Setsuna Meiou, also known as, Senshi Pluto was playing cards 
in at the little workstation she had beside the Gates of Time. It was a 
change from playing solitaire with a real deck of cards and it was nice 
to finally play Gin Rummy after all these centuries. Though they did call 
it Maeyrlian's Folly back in the old days. And it was more like strip 
poker than anything else. She really didn't miss that particular aspect of 
the game, since back then she was probably the worst card player in 
the entire solar system. How a person with the capability to see the 
future of humanity be a bad card player ... let's just say she'll kick my 
ass if she found out I told you. 

             She'll probably want to have my head on the stick for starting this 
story, but then that's another kettle of fish. 

            Hah. You thought I'd say eels or something weird, right ? 

            Anyway, after she soundly defeated the AI yet again, she felt a little 
something tugging at the back of her head. She looked around. No, the 
Smurfs weren't up to their old tricks. And she quite distinctly remembered 
getting medieval on their collective asses and squeezing them all into the 
consistency of toothpaste for what they did the last time with her hair. 
Setsuna was quite sensitive about her hair and always tried to keep it 
always in perfect condition, and woe betide any who messed with her 
hair. She put that Wolfe fellow, in quite a pickle when she found out about 
that little stunt he pulled, something involving tar, feathers, superglue, a 
septic tank, thirty meters of rope and a CD of Barry Manilow's greatest 
hits, a fate I would not wish to share with him, and I will wisely promise that 
no matter what amount of crap I put Setsuna-chan into, I will not touch that 
magnificent mane of viridian that she constantly dyes to keep the gray 
hairs from showing.

            Oops, shouldn't have let that slip out. Anyway, on with the story.   

            She closed her eyes and, concentrating her power, she had a 
premonition of a blinding headache. A premonition of a headache is quite 
something for the Guardian of Time and, as Ben Oliver oncely wisely wrote 
in his Nuke 'Em Till They Glow that it was one of the signs of the Apocalypse. 
Or maybe that was St. John in his Revelations.

           Hell, both of them were fixated with mushrooms ! What's the 
difference ?

            To return to the matter at hand... eyes suddenly flashing open, Pluto 
took her staff from it's convenient holding place, a staff holder she jury-rigged 
to her workstation. Having to always hold it would have made her arms ache 
since back in the Silver Millenium they didn't have any of those lightweight 
plastics and consequently the Time Staff weighed like a ton if you didn't have 
the proper training, Pluto winced at the the thought of those boulders she
had to carry, and even then you'd still have to put it down once in awhile. 
Setsuna would have gladly traded in her Time Staff for a newer lighter model 
but no one builds a Time Staff nowadays except for Washuu and you know 
how Washuu is, always putting in those really undocumented features that 
blow up in your face in the most inopportune moments.
    
            Pluto was sure that someone was going to try travelling through time 
again. It was a good thing that she caught that Wells guy awhile back, though 
she had to admit the people who were trying this were getting a lot sneakier 
and slippier. That phone booth was especially slippery but she'll get the idiot 
driving that one, too. She walked over to the side of the Time Gate, standing 
two feet away from the Gates of Time like she usually did and waited for the 
inevitable. And as Agent Smith said, heard the sound of inevitability, the 
thrum of high-octane horsepower was coming towards the Gate at incredible 
speed.    

            Inevitability however was did not look like what she expected. Being 
Guardian of Time does have disadvantages, and one of them is not knowing 
your personal future. Yeah, everyone thinks that Pluto knows everything that's 
gonna happen, which she does not. She's just really good at faking things. 
So, she didn't expect a Delorean, going way over the speed limit, speeding 
towards, and then through the Gates of Time leaving parallel tracks of fire in 
it's wake.

            Setsuna blinked. 

            Blink.

            Blink.

            Then she asked herself, why she didn't just take her mother's advice 
and went into necromancy ? Being a Queen of the Undead and all was better 
than this. At least then she could go around in black leather. Shiny black leather 
at that. 

            She sighed. No, she got this white spandex leotard with a short skirt. 
With a bow in the front. Serenity could have at least asked Versace to do the 
uniform designs, but no, Versace was thousands of years in the future and she 
couldn't do that. Besides if she told that to Serenity, then she'd have to tell her 
about the _other_ things. Sighing again, she went closer to inspect the Gates 
for any damage. Thank the Kami she had the entire thing insured after she 
heard about that trial incident that Gaffney fellow started and the mess that 
Hosmer and Davies caused. Being a Guardian of Time nowadays  was 
starting to get really dangerous with all those authors running roughshod all 
over the place. 

            She neared the Gates when the grey streak of the intruding car passed 
by her again, leaving it's trails of fire in it's wake. But unlike earlier, this time, 
Pluto got a glimpse of what was inside it. 

            Pluto shook her head. 

            A small purple bear ? She didn't know of a time period where small, 
intelligent, purple-hued bears managed to evolve. 

            Unless it was those Gummi Bears coming back for vengeance. 

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            Professor Tomoe whooped in joy as the Delorean reappeared in a 
flash of light. Hotaru blinked. OK, so her father may not be nuts after all.

            The car coasted to a stop before them as her father used the remote 
control he rigged into the Delorean. Hotaru was still quite angry at him for 
cannibalizing her remote controlled Teddy Ruxpin doll, but hey, it was for
science and Teddy was asking for it. Tomoe-sensei shuddered as he 
remembered the song coming from those furry lips. Besides, he did get 
Hotaru Pooky. At least he was safe and didn't sing. He opened the gull-wing 
doors and pulled Pooky out, proudly presenting the lavender teddy bear to her daughter. His daughter snatched it from his hands and inspected the bear for 
any damage that it could have sustained and hugged it cutely and looked up 
at him with a pout. Well, Tomoe-sensei didn't see the pout since his Shiny 
Glasses(TM) were shining again and you know what that means.  

             "There he is, Hotaru. The first succesful passenger of the Tomoe 
Temporal Conveyance.", he said with a wide grin before he burst into another  
round of patented maniacal laughter. Let me rephrase that, she thought as 
she held Pooky tighter in her embrace, not _totally_ nuts. Just a little.

             Her father's laughter was halted when he noticed a van approaching 
from the distance. Face paling, he shooed his daughter into the car. "Hotaru, 
get in the Delorean. Now." 

            "Why ?" she asked as she turned around at what he was afraid of. 
Someone was putting out a very unfriendly-looking machinegun from the 
window. Hotaru quickly got into the passenger side of the car, with the 
speed of borne of constant practice. Being a daughter of a certified Mad 
Scientist(Patent Pending) gave you a bevy of skills that usually involved 
running away very fast from people who were out to get you or to be more 
exact out to get your father.

            Damn Pakistanis, Tomoe-sensei thought, as he went to the other side 
of the car and opening the gull door and slipping in, steal a little high-grade 
plutonium and they all get pissed off. He started to revv the engines and 
noticed Hotaru wasn't belted in yet. 

            "Hotaru-chan, what did I tell you to do when you first get into a car ?"

             "Umm...dad...can we do this later...we better go !", Hotaru responded 
as she heard the sound of a machinegun starting it's little tune. 

            Rat-tatta-Ratata-tata. Kinda like Showtunes when you get down to it. 
Terrorists can be quite talented if they only put their mind to it. 

            "Not until you repeat what I told you, young lady."
    
            Tomoe-sensei being a certified Mad Scientist(Patent Pending) and all,
tended to get quite distracted when he focused on something. Hotaru looked 
at her father, one eyebrow trembling and both hands hugging Pooky so tightly 
that one of his button eyes seemed to bug out. She looks so much like her 
mother when she does that, Tomoe-sensei thought with a smile as bullets 
whined outside. 

            "Okay...okay, I'm fastening my seatbelts ! JUST GO DAD ! GO !"

            Tomoe-sensei's fatherly smile widened and ruffled Hotaru's hair a little 
as he shifted car into high gear. He was so lucky to have such a good girl for a daughter.  

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            Pluto was examining the tracks left by the thing that had passed earlier. 
She had stamped out the little fires that were left behind and was looking at 
the tiremarks with great interest when she once again heard the roar of engines. 

            The sound of inevitability.

            Two glaring headlights filled her sight as she looked up.

            Can you say like a deer caught in front of headlights ? 

            Good. I knew you could.                                    
  
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As always C&C is welcome !!! It's nice to be back !

I hope to gawd I managed to correct the formatting and I also corrected
some of the mistakes that managed to slip through

Time to send this out again.





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