Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist-The 12th Experiment

Story by Hardcover

Well, I finally got off my ass and finished the twelfth Zippy Zipperdale story. This story fell victim to last year's nearly year long bout of writer's block. Most of this was finished a long time ago I just kept getting distracted by other projects. I hope to get back to my process of doing a Zippy chapter every other story, but I can't really make any promises. I know you guys had to wait a long time for this and I know I left the last chapter on cliffhanger. My sincerest apologies. I can only hope that this one was worth the wait. I wouldn't want to go disappointing all three of Zippy's fans. But hey, if people would wait for almost a century for the Red Socks to win a world series, I guess people can wait for this

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ZIPPY ZIPPERDALE: MODERATELY MAD SCIENTIST—

THE 12TH EXPERIMENT

By Hardcover

Their feet echoed lightly down the long underground passageway deep underneath Madame Petri’s School For The Gifted And Eccentric as the group of weary partiers made their way down its lengthy turns and twist. Zippy slightly staggered, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, coupled by the effect of a long night of singing and dancing. She felt tired, but good. Behind her, Lizzy, Krystal, Stitchy, The Twins, Eve and Charity all trudged along the same path. They had all wanted to get back to their dorms and get to sleep, but they were hoping to catch up with Madoka (or Rina, whoever happened to be in the pilot seat at the moment) before hand. They’d spent the whole night having a karaoke party, but Madoka had been unable to attend because she’d promised to do the night’s feeding for Mr. Carcharias’ aquatic creatures. They all talked happily and animatedly as the moved, although they all looked fairly worn out from the night’s exertions.

All that is, except for Stitchy who hardly ever got tired, and Eve to whom it was basically mid afternoon (being that she was a pseudo vampire).

It had been a pretty good night, and Zippy had relished the chance to unwind for a bit. In fact, she had been tense lately for a number of reasons, the chief among them being the mounting evidence that something unusual, or rather, more unusual then usual, was going on at the school. This was compounded for Zippy as she had become more and more aware that she had somehow managed to become the agreed upon leader of the group, The Shark Tank Guild as they called themselves. While that might seem like a desirable position, Zippy had found that it involved a lot of responsibility with a crowd as eclectic as this, a group that was literally capable of making monsters.

Still, Zippy now realized that she wouldn’t trade this for anything. She glanced back at Stitchy who was happily chatting with the others. Pride swelled in her chest as it usually did when she thought of her creation. If she hadn’t come here, she never would have made her. She loved her gargantuan ‘daughter’ so to speak, and really couldn’t imagine what it would have been like without her. And without all of her odd but dedicated friends.

They turned down a hallway that led to the area where Megan’s tank was located. Still no sign of Madoka. Zippy thought a little about her odd split personality laced friend. Madoka had been the first student Zippy had met upon coming to Petri’s. And Zippy now realized that Madoka had been telling her the truth when she’d told her that you could do things here that you couldn’t do anywhere else. She smiled, as freaked out as she’d been, she now fit right in with the rest of these mad science misfits, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Up in front of them loomed one of the massive windows that looked out into the huge megalodon tank where Megan, Morgan and their two offspring Abby and Britney lived. No matter how many times she’s been here, zippy was still astonished at the sheer size of the massive tank that housed the two genetically engineered sharks and their two children. As she peered into the window, she couldn’t see them anywhere in the hazy salt water. She glanced back and forth, looking for the sharks.

“Megan?” She called, knowing the microphone would send her words into the tank to be picked up by the Meg’s implants.

Megan abruptly appeared seemingly out of no where slamming against the window with such force Zippy thought she might break it. Zippy jumped back in shock as Megan’s massive sixty foot body twitched in animated agitation.

“Rina’s in danger!” Megan cried in alarm, her implant flashing rapidly.

“What?” Zippy asked apprehensively.

“She’s down bellow!” Megan said in a near panic, “She’s trapped in a room, there’s . . .

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