Pinky the Vampire Slayer: Part One
by Kirbyclause
In every generation there is a mouse; a chosen mouse; genetically altered to fight the demons, the evil, or try to take over the world nocturnally...Pinky is the Slayer.


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It was a typical night at Acme Labs, Burbank. The incredible multiple syllable devices were powered down, all the people who could actually lean how to use them were left. But there was still a mouse who could.

"Pinky!", the Brain exclaimed. "Put down that food pellet down and reciprocate to my location."

Pinky didn't seem to hear him. "Three, five, two...uhm, I can't seem to recall any other numbers-HIKE!", Pinky cried as he sped backwards in his own particular world. "Joe Montana fades back, and he shoots!", the mouse yelled. Pinky threw the food pellet into the air, ran a short distance, and caught the projectile. "Micheal Jordan caught an excellent long range pass, and he dribbles down the feild", with which Pinky proceeded to kick the food pellet down the table which passed for his feild. After traveling 'down feild' to where his and the Brain's cage was situated, Pinky kicked the food pellet across the entire lab. Pinky threw up his arms, "And Tiger woods scores! The crowd goes while. Pinky simulated crowd cheers by himself...until the Brain clamped his mouth shut in a fist.

"Pinky.", the Brain usually got his attention in such a...direct manner. "I realize you have been exibiting several increases in ability over the past few days, however I feel that perhaps the best way to test them is not to create annoying cheers such as 'Tiger Woods scores the touchdown and wins the World Series.' Maybe, just a tiny fraction of a true possibility, your energies would be better spent on learning the intracacies of tonight's plan for global domination?" "Oh, sorry Brain...", Pinky replied. "I didn't think you could hear me screaming when I was a whole 2 feet away." The Brain glared at him and stated, "That's because you don't think as a whole whether or not you are two feet away."

The Brain continued with a breifing of his plan. "I have secretly pirated an abandoned military satellite and added a few parts from the space station Mir." "Egads! So you're the one causing all that trouble with it, Brain!", Pinky exlcaimed. "Well, you don't think it would be such a peice of junk by itself do you? But then again we covered what you think is usually the concept called 'what is the difference between an orange'.", the Brain countered. "Oh, oh, I know that one.", Pinky decried. "Is it the roundness or the color?" Pinky's train of thought was stopped at the station with a resounding whack to his head from Brain.

"With this satellite and a graviton feed, I could control the most powerful force of nature.", stated Brain. "You're going to channel the Michael Jackson Dance Factor?", Pinky asked. "No, my excrimentally diverged freind, although that is a frightening thought.", the Brain told him. "Gravity. All I needed was a wormhole. After researching an occult archive, I have discovered a wormhole to the dimension that humans call 'Hell'. Not only will I become the most powerful being on the planet by virtue of my device, I will become the people's savior by closing this 'Hellmouth'.

"Come, Pinky. We must travel to Sunnydale. We should be catious however. For some strange reason, it has a very high unexplained murder rate.", the Brain finished. "Then maybe we should take some protection.", Pinky offered. "I am not discussing birth control with you Pinky.", and with that Brain ended the conversation.


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