Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-10-27 04:27 pm
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-10-27 04:27 pm
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07 - This is Only a Tiny Setback
[Phone - Morning]
Haah... there! Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get to the telephone when you've spent your entire morning shrinking and are now about the size of an action figure?!
...
Well, alright, I'm willing to guess that quite a few of you out there understand what I am going through. It is that kind of week.
[Doofenshmirtz sighs.]
Other than an informal poll on how many of us are having height issues... er, I make no promises on how functional the bakery will be today, if the rest of the employees are feeling a bit small, too. You have been warned. And I will point out that you can live for a day without cake. Suck it up.
[Action A - Around Town, mid-day]
[Necessity is the mother of invention, and being this short has necessitated that Doofenshmirtz swipe Barton's tinker toys and assemble them, along with a few other household objects, into something of a protective mech-walker. His intent was to give himself some height, some visibility, and a little protection from the dangers of Mayfield.
It makes him about a foot and a half tall rather than itty bitty. It's something.]
You! You, clear through! Out of the way!
[Also? He managed to rig up a teeny little voice amplifier. It's hard to make a lot of noise when you're that short.]
[Action B - Around Town, late day]
[Oh dear. Doof has suffered a breakdown. One of the tinker-toy joints has come unjointed, and he is struggling valiantly to get it back into place.]
Blast it! And drat it! And damn it, too! Get... get in... ARRRGH!
[Although he occasionally stops to look around and make sure a pigeon or cat won't try to eat him. He was dreadfully, dreadfully itty-bitty. It would be just his luck.]
Haah... there! Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get to the telephone when you've spent your entire morning shrinking and are now about the size of an action figure?!
...
Well, alright, I'm willing to guess that quite a few of you out there understand what I am going through. It is that kind of week.
[Doofenshmirtz sighs.]
Other than an informal poll on how many of us are having height issues... er, I make no promises on how functional the bakery will be today, if the rest of the employees are feeling a bit small, too. You have been warned. And I will point out that you can live for a day without cake. Suck it up.
[Action A - Around Town, mid-day]
[Necessity is the mother of invention, and being this short has necessitated that Doofenshmirtz swipe Barton's tinker toys and assemble them, along with a few other household objects, into something of a protective mech-walker. His intent was to give himself some height, some visibility, and a little protection from the dangers of Mayfield.
It makes him about a foot and a half tall rather than itty bitty. It's something.]
You! You, clear through! Out of the way!
[Also? He managed to rig up a teeny little voice amplifier. It's hard to make a lot of noise when you're that short.]
[Action B - Around Town, late day]
[Oh dear. Doof has suffered a breakdown. One of the tinker-toy joints has come unjointed, and he is struggling valiantly to get it back into place.]
Blast it! And drat it! And damn it, too! Get... get in... ARRRGH!
[Although he occasionally stops to look around and make sure a pigeon or cat won't try to eat him. He was dreadfully, dreadfully itty-bitty. It would be just his luck.]
B
"Need a hand?"
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[Tiny Doofenshmirtz is startled by the unfamiliar (and much larger) person's approach. He doesn't quite drop the length of wood that he was trying to manipulate, but he does manage to shove it in the wrong socket.]
...blast it! It's stuck!
[He now drops the whole thing, and shakes a fist at the guy.]
Curse you! Curse you, enormous person that I have never seen before!
no subject
"Leias Kline, Courier 6 of the Mojave Express. Do you need a hand."
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This is an extremely delicate construction! One wrong move could wreck the entire thing!
...
...ah, fine, pull that orange stick out, will you?
[He jerks his thumb backwards, while sighing and rolling his eyes.]
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"What sort of device is this?"
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[His hands are on his hips now, and it's not terribly amused. But a larger pair of hands will make this easier...]
Put it back in the socket adjacent to the one it was in. Make sure it's secure.
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"Do you make these sorts of things often?"
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[All bravado and pride, here, even if he's only about an inch tall.]
You seem to be somewhat capable, yourself.
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[Doof gives a shrug, then climbs back up into the driver's seat of his mech. It has a very open design, so it's pretty easy to do.]
I believe... yes... [He tests the range of motion, and its to his satisfaction.] Yes! It is fixed!