Drool Rockworm's Revenge. (Unlimited Crossover Madness)

[aTOMiC]

Drool Rockworm’s Revenge
Written by Tom C
Based on characters created by Stephen R. Donaldson, Gene Roddenberry
Matt Groening and George Lucas.
Copyright held by others.


Drool Rockworm arrived at his third period class after the tardy bell had rung. He grumbled under his breath as he lumbered past Mrs. Crabapple’s desk only pausing long enough to kick Richie Gentry’s foot, which Richie had extended into the middle of the isle as a belligerent obstacle. Drool gripped the Staff of Law in his right hand and gestured threateningly at Richie before he moved on toward his seat. Richie defiantly sneered in response.
“We’ll have none of that in my class.” Mrs. Crabapple commanded as she rose from her seat and slowly moved around to sit on the edge of her desk. “If you are late again you will be sent to the Dean. Do I make myself clear Mr. Rockworm?”
Drool made a hissing sound as he clumsily dropped into his seat. He propped his staff across the top of his desk with a clunk and glared at Mrs. Crabapple with his piercing red eyes. The teacher mockingly returned Drool’s gaze and then nonchalantly rose and marched over to the blackboard.
“Today we are going to have a pop quiz.” Mrs. Crabapple found a piece of chalk and began to write a summary of what would be covered in the test. “Geometry, people. I have noticed that some of you seem to be clueless about finding the correct area of any given form.” The room was suddenly filled with low groans and curses. “We have gone over the formulas more times than we should have. We will now find out who has been paying attention and who has not.” As she finished, Mrs. Crabapple turned and looked squarely at Drool and smiled.
Drool had had enough. Enough school. Enough of teachers. He was Drool Rockworm. Master of the Staff, finder of the Illearth Stone and he hated geometry more than anything else in the world. Drool suddenly leapt to his feet. He swung his precious staff around his head.
All of the students dove for the floor.
“Pfah! Puny teacher will not give Lord Drool a test. I will test Teacher. I will see if Crabapple has learned any of Lord Drool’s lessons.” Drool slowly moved forward. The staff suddenly burst into flame. Power rang out in a shockwave that blew Mrs. Crabapple backward, pinning her against the blackboard. As Drool slowly advanced toward her, Mrs. Crabapple began to scream.
Lord Mhoram suddenly doubled over as if in pain.
“What’s the matter?” Linden Avery rushed to the Lord’s side with concern on her face and in her voice.
“There has been a disturbance in the Force. I fear something terrible has happened.” Mhoram leaned against a nearby control panel and fought to recollect himself. He fell silent for a moment as Linden studied his face.
“I’m alright. You’d better get back to your exercises” Mhoram’s tone convinced Linden that the worst of the crisis had passed. She grudgingly left the Lord’s side and resumed her Jedi training.
After a few moments of silence Mhoram slowly rose to his feet drawing Linden’s attention.
“We must go to the bridge.” Without a word Mhoram quickly strode to the turbolift with a confused Linden Avery only a few steps behind.
When Mhoram stepped out of the elevator he immediately approached Captain Prothal. The Captain was accustomed to Mhoram’s sudden needs due to his oracular gifts.
“What troubles you my friend?” Prothal sat up in his seat as Mhoram lurched to a halt with Linden a step behind.
“I must beam down to the surface. Drool has broken the Prime Directive. He must be stopped before he can do permanent harm.” Mhoram could see the utter shock in Prothal’s eyes. The Captain slumped in his chair as if the burden of his command were heavy enough to crush him into his seat. After a moment of contemplation, Prothal abruptly straightened his shoulders and gripped the arms of his chair.
“If it is so, then we must act. Mhoram, report to the transporter room.“ Prothal suddenly sprung from his command chair and strode directly toward the turbolift as he spoke. “Quaan, you have the conn.” Commander Quaan acknowledged with a nod.
“I intend to lead the away team.”
With Prothal’s announcement the bridge was suddenly plunged into shocked silence.

[matrixman]

Yes, TOM has gone totally mad.

[aTOMiC]

Yes, TOM has gone totally mad.

Why thank you, MM.
Have I gone mad or am I simply on the journey? How can I tell?

[Revan]

Please tell me there is going to be a sequel!!!

that was excellent TOM C!!!

[aTOMiC]

Please tell me there is going to be a sequel!!!

that was excellent TOM C!!!

Thank you, Rev. The content of the story does seem to indicate that a crisis has still yet to be resolved.
We shall see.

[Revan]

Please tell me there is going to be a sequel!!!

that was excellent TOM C!!!

Thank you, Rev. The content of the story does seem to indicate that a crisis has still yet to be resolved.
We shall see.

YAY! Good! I shall look forward to it. This and Revans Watch... man, I never knew you could write so amazingly... I know it's a joke... but the way you write.. it's excellent.

[dANdeLION]

I have the sequal right here. I can't show it to you, due to copyright issues, but I am all owed to do a brief synopsys:


It is now 4:30 p.m. School is out, and all the students are home, playing and avoiding chores and doing homework and basically doing what kds do. All, that is, except for one student. Little Drool Rockworm stands in fornt of the chalkboard, busily writing "I will NOT use my staff in the classroom" 500 times. He is on his 127th time right now. Mrs. Crabapple sits behind her desk, grading the geometry tests. The Staff of Law sits in the locker behind her desk, to be given back at the end of the school year, or when a parent shows up for a parent/teacher meeting. Mrs. Crabapple sighs wearily, and silently thanks Mr. Mhoram, her favorite substitute teacher. She wasn't aware he was working today, but she was glad her scream of anger alerted Mr. Mhoram before she shoved that stupid staff up Drooly's little butt. Secretly she hoped Drooly's parents would show up for a conference, though she knew they'd never show. She had taught tough kids before; Bart, Adolf, Genghis....but all of their parents always showed up to the scheduled conferences. Drooly's parents never did. Instead, it was always Mr. Foul who showed up. What a creep. Bad toupee, greasy smile, cheap plaid suits; she wondered how a man like Foul could have been appointed a legal guardian over a dog, nevermind a child. Still, Foul makes the best chilli; nobody could deny that. The time is 5:05 pm. Drool is near 200 now; Mrs. Crabapple asks if Drool has learned his lesson. He has. She lets him go home, and promises to move Richard Gentry to the opposite end of the classroom, and will give Drooly back the Staff on friday if he stays on his best behaviour for the rest of the week. Drooly promises he will. Mrs. Crabapple knows Drooly will be good, too. He's such a good kid usually. If only the other kids wouldn't pick on him for his slate grey skin, long arms, shovel-like hands, and permanent slouch. Fortunately, at 7' 2" tall, not many of the other 3rd graders ever mess with little Drooly much.

[aTOMiC]

I don't know quite what to say, dAN except......BRAVO! Well done indeed. Hail Lord Crabapple! Hail!

[Revan]

I perferred TOM C's

[dANdeLION]

I perferred TOM C's

That's it? That's the best you can do?



Pathetic.

[Revan]

I perferred TOM C's

That's it? That's the best you can do?



Pathetic.

yet ironically it was better than yours. Let TOM C do the writing from now on dAN.

[matrixman]

That's not very nice, Darth. Er, Darthina. Whatever. The Hall of Gifts is not the place for insults. Don't make the duchess come after you.

[Revan]

That's not very nice, Darth. Er, Darthina. Whatever. The Hall of Gifts is not the place for insults. Don't make the duchess come after you.

LOL! dAn knows I'm bantering with him! Or he should do. I think he rules!

Though I won't lie (Lie) TOM C's has earned my admiration.