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WDisneyRP-Smart-Guy
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[2014-07-17 19:59:25 +0000 UTC]
"Stop that laughin'!"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 87; Deviations: 1; Watchers: 132
Watching: 117; Pageviews: 6050; Comments Made: 640; Friends: 117
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: Acme# About me
Aliases: Smart Guy, Smarty, Boss.
Age: Adult, technically ageless.
Alignment: Bad (though he views himself as neutral and has a few soft spots for certain things).
Abilities: Driving (or so he thinks), bossing others around, manipulation, and, most of all, controlling his laughter--since as a Toon weasel, if he laughs he dies!
Habits: Smart Guy tends to quickly jump to conclusions whether they be right or not, and he will more likely than not refuse to admit his mistakes. He has a habit of giving orders to pretty much everyone, and likes to throw insults around (although he commonly misplaces his words.) Smarty enjoys both debating and mindless arguing as long as it seems like he can win.
Flaws: Pretty much every above habit plus horrible social skills. The times he isn't keen on hurting somebody seem so be when that happens the most, and if his speech impediment is brought up he'll get extremely flustered and hate the perpetrator.
Friends/Allies:
N/A
Unsure:
Smart Guy secretly likes Nassor but he knows that the kid hates his metaphorical guts. Though the weasel thinks he's trying to fix things, he's simply coming off like a stalker to the kid and likely won't get out of this hole.
The weasel and she had a silly back and forth but he really doesn't know enough about Vanellope to judge her.
Enemies:
Smarty's dislike for Roger stems more from job-related roots than annoyance or anything else...although he does find that rabbit obnoxious as can be.
Because a friend of his enemy is also his enemy, Smart Guy holds disdain towards Mrs.Rabbit. It's not very logical, but to him it's justified.
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# Comments
Comments: 537
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Arthur had ended up in the wrong side of town.
Jumping through was always risky but he could of sworn he had the hang of it by now.
Worst of it was late at night, but low behold he noticed some light coming from a warehouse and decided to venture inside.
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Five weasels crowded around a table in the low-light.
"What do we do then, Boss?" asked one with a dumb voice.
Smarty puffed on his cigar, leaning over the blueprint he'd spread out on the table. "Then we break inta the bank, Stupid," he sneered, waving a paw at some sloppy handwriting on the paper. "See? It says bank heist. You gotta be kiddin' me..."
They had no idea anyone else was in there with them.
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Arthur had simply wanted to know directions.
In and out, with no trouble at all.
But now he was inside he could hear the voices talking about a heist.
Uh-oh.
He peered around some crates to get a good look at their faces.
One of them looked oddly familiar.
The boy decided he couldn’t let them get away with this.
That’d be just as bad as being an accomplice.
He should go and find the authorities but before he could do that he felt the strong gut wrenching smoke fill his lungs and force up a loud, nasty cough.
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Almost at once, the five weasels turned around, Smarty nearly choking on his cigar.
"Who's there?!" he demanded, pulling out his pistol. "Why I oughta..." Going silent, he motioned with his fingers for the others to search out whoever made the noise, then crept forward himself.
"I'm warnin' yew, you'd better come out or it won't be too pretty..."
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Arthur clamped both hands over his mouth.
He daren’t move or even breathe.
Perhaps he could fluke it and make them think it was just rat.
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Smart Guy neared the crates and stopped, growling under his breath. He could feel a presence. Swinging his head around the side, the weasel came eye-to-eye with Arthur, and a horrible yellow-toothed grin appeared on his face.
"Lookie here, boys! I found da leaves-dropper!"
The other weasels turned and rushed over.
"I think it's 'eavesdropper', eh boss?" said Greasy.
Smarty pointed his gun at Arthur. "Stop foolin' around and get him!" he snarled.
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Arthur slowly raised his hands above his head, his eyes on that gun.
Not a weapon from his own time but he’d heard from Merlin that many would die from this. He didn’t plan to be one of them.
He counted five weasels, he’d been against worst odds and won but this was going to be tricky.
Arthur’s right hand was close to a crate and with all his strength he knocked it towards the weasels and made a run for it
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Smarty accidentally fired off a bullet when the crate tumbled down and it hit a lamp on the ceiling, causing it to swing and flicker madly.
"GET HIM!" he screeched, jumping over the box and chasing after Arthur.
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Arthur flinched when he heard that gun fire.
Looks like they were trigger happy.
Great.
He ran faster jumping over a line of crates before turning the corner.
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Greasy, Smarty's lieutenant, jumped out in front of Arthur, and Smarty skidded to a halt behind him.
"It's no use runnin', kid!" he snarled, pointing to Greasy to block the door.
"Now that that's taken care of..." He aimed his pistol at Arthur again. "Tell me everything ya heard."
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Arthur turned on the spot to dodge greasy but was left with smarty.
He looked down the barrel at the gun.
Before around him.
He wouldn’t have time to think of an escape plan so he pled ignorance.
“What are you talking about?”
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"Tell me da truth and I might let ya go," sneered Smarty, waving the pistol. "So get on with it, kid!"
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Arthur didn’t buy it.
“But I honestly don’t know what you’re on about it”
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"You didn't hear anythin', eh?" He lowered his pistol an inch or two. "Well, now..." He frowned, then raised it back up. "Ya better promise not to tell the authorities about me an' my boys pointin' guns at you! Promise?"
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“Sure” Arthur lowering his hand cautiously “as long I know I’m not going to get a bullet in my back as soon as I leave”
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"Oh, no... you ain't gonna get none o' that... But you have to PROMISE to not tell."
Whatever this boy said, Smarty wasn't going to trust. He didn't want to have to shoot him, however. He waved one of the other weasels over and whispered in his ear.
He looked back at Arthur.
"I think you'll be stayin' with us tonight, pal."
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“”Alright, alright I promise” he said hoping that would be the end of it.
Arthur’s face fell when they announced their change in plans. He should of played dumb more.
“Thanks for the invite but I’m sure my mum will wonder wear I am now.” He even lightly tried to add “I didn’t even bring my pyjamas”
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"What? Oh..." Smarty pointed at the fat weasel with the spinner hat. "You can wear Stupid's pajamas. Now come on, boys! Lock him up!"
The other weasels advanced towards Arthur and tried to grab him by the arms.
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Arthur wasn’t through just yet, he balled his hands into fists and began swiping at the weasels
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One of them fell over from being punched in the gut.
"Hey hey! Stop that, Kid!" Smarty yelled. "I can still shoot ya. Don't make me shoot ya!"
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Arthur froze, he’d almost forgotten about that gun.
He could try and throw one of his friends into him and make another run for it.
But the way he just shouted at him didn’t like he was ready to give second chances.
He’d think of way out of this but for now he should just obey them.
He raised his hands.
“Alright, I yield”
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Smart Guy cackled. "Good."
They led him to a closet in the back room and tossed him in, locking the door.
"You stay right in front of it and make sure he don't get out, got it, Psycho?"
The weasel with the crazy eyes nodded happily.
"Good!" said Smarty. "Now back ta da plans, boys."
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“Ouch!” Arthur Complained as he bounced off the back of the closet.
He could only stand up and could barely see other than the light from under the door not had any space to walk around freely
He gave the door a test jiggle and found no give.
The king began rummaging in the coat that was hung up beside him to see if there was anything he could use.
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Psycho watched the others walk away and turned to face the door. He giggled in his high-pitched voice.
"Goodnight in there! Hehehe."
((How do you want him to get out of this? Use magic? If not, he can probably trick Psycho into letting him go... he's not that smart.))
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Arthur shuddered; Why was his voice so creepy?
“Good night....which ever one you are?” He sighed slumping to the floor.
“When do you plan on letting me out?”
(( he doesn’t really use magic other than his sword but it works when other people are in trouble not him))
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"Ummmm...." Psycho scratched his chin and glanced airily about the hallway. Then he dropped down on all fours and stuck his paw under the door, much like a cat would.
"Dunno. Hehehe!"
((Ahhh. I see.))
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Arthur watched the paw a little intrigued as it patted the floor beside him.
He reached up taking a belt from of the coats and put it in his line of feeling.
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Psycho tapped the belt and quickly pulled his paw out and began giggling.
From down the hall, Smarty heard it, and his face turned red with anger.
"What's that idiot doin'!" he shouted, storming towards the noise. "Why I oughta..."
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Arthur chuckled a little at hearing his giggling only to freeze when he heard Smarty shouting
“Uh-oh” he muttered before trying to figure out what to do, which seemed to be not a lot in all honesty. He suddenly slumped to the floor and pretended to be asleep.
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A mysterious lamp seemed to appear out of nowhere in a nearby tree near Smarty. Its gold covered surface made it sparkle brightly making it easily noticeable to anyone walking by.
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Smarty paused from walking to look up at the sun, and something shiny from one of the trees caught his eye.
"What in da world?" he muttered, walking up to it and squinting into the leaves. The object shined and dazzled in the sunlight. He couldn't think of why somebody would throw this away.
"How does a golden thing wind up in a tree?" he mused to himself, not really looking for an answer. As far as he was concerned, it was his now.
Grabbing onto a low branch, he pulled himself up, just barely brushing it with his paw.
Why am I so short?
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It was just enough of a touch to jar it loose. It tumbled down the branches and landed on his head with a clank.
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"Oof!" he yelped, rubbing his head.
He put his hat back on straight and let go of the branch, dropping down next to the mysterious bottle.
I wonder how much I could sell this thing for, he thought as he picked it up and looked at it. "Looks a little dusty." Furrowing his brow, he tried to rub the dust off.
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The lamp suddenly began to emit sparks and bounce around as if it were processed. After a bit, a thick blue smoke began to pour out from the spout and form a blue person of sorts. Genie stretched and literally pulled his head off before spinning it around like a basket ball. "Ok, that's much better!" His head slid to a stop directly on top of his body.
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"What in da world!" Smart Guy screamed, fumbling with the bottle.
He stared up at the genie in terror.
"Wha-Wha-What ARE you?!"
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Genie laughed a bit. "You actually don't know who I am? I am THE MIGHTY GENIE OF THE LAMP!!!!!" He spoke loudly and thunder shook the place for a bit before he calmed down and returned to normal. "Yeah, I'm Genie. What may I call you, master?"
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Smarty wasn't sure whether to run away screaming down the sidewalk or stay out of horrified curiosity.
So he didn't move at all, unconsciously choosing the latter.
"Master? I'm your master?"
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Genie nodded. "Well yes, didn't you rub the lamp just now? If you believe this was a mistake then in that case sorry for any inconvenience." He disappeared and reappeared right next to Smarty now.
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Smarty yelped.
"... This is odd," he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead. "Even for me, an' I've seen things."
He glanced at Genie again.
"So... am I stuck wit' ya now?"
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"Yep, pretty much. So how would you like your first wish?" He turned into a waiter and held a note pad in his hands.
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"First wish?" he repeated, blinking.
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"Yes..." He answered and looked around.
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"Are you serious? Ya can't be... this has to be a joke."
When he looked at him, though, it didn't seem like a joke. If it was, it had to be a pretty elaborate one. "Hmm," he said skeptically. "How many wishes do I get, eh?"
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"You get three wishes my friend, and believe me..." He turned back to normal and a stage appeared out of nowhere with fireworks going off in the background. "THIS IS NO JOKE!!"
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Smarty nearly laughed, then stopped himself and put a paw in front of his mouth.
...Then his eyes narrowed, and a smirk played across his face. This gave him an idea.
"I want ta be able to laugh- no conditions," here he gazed sternly at Genie, "And no threat of dyin', just like it should be."
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"You can actually die laughing?" Everything vanished and he reappeared next to him. "That's supposed to just be one of those sayings. Anyhow, you have to say I wish in order for it to work."
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"Yeah. Poetic irony," Smarty grumbled.
"I wish I could laugh without dyin'. There!"
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Genie snapped his fingers, but it seemed like nothing happened. There was only one way to find out...
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"That's it? I feel da same!" said Smarty, looking at himself as if he expected a huge change.
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