Post by angelous on May 16, 2009 2:07:22 GMT -5
Username: angelous
Current canons: Anegal
Canon you're auditioning for: Dr. Doofenshmirtz
Media canon is from: Pheneas and Ferb
Is the current canon taken?: nadda
Audition post (400 words):
”Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!”
The very evil, very nasty, Dr. Doofenshmirtz looked around as this jingle played. He had just concocted an evil scheme, and was waiting for Perry the Platypus to show up and try to ruin it. He looked at his watch.
“Hmm, let’s see.” He squinted, for he could not see the numbers on it very well. If he had Big Ben nearby like he planned, he wouldn’t have the problem, but what was done was done. “It is about a quarter after two. I think.” He sighed. “Perry the Platypus should be here by now. I specifically told him to be here no later than two.”
Just then Perry opened the door, and stepped in. He glared at Doofenshmirtz, and Doofenshmirtz at him.
“Ah Perry the Platypus, just in time, and by that I mean you are late! What you don’t have a cell phone, or maybe even a PDA? You know if Big Ben was in the Tri State area, you wouldn’t need to worry about having to wear a watch, I mean I know I wouldn’t, but you and that little English triple O, or maybe it was double OO, you know I’m not really sure I understand his name, I mean look at yours, Agent P, simple, yet effective. Double OO is just plain silly.” Perry stared at him.
“Oh sorry, am I rambling again? I tend to do that from time to time if you haven’t noticed.” The evil, conniving doctor pressed a button on a switch, and Perry was grabbed by a robotic version of himself. “Got you! I took an old picture of you that I had and scanned it. Then I made a robot version of you, only EVIL! Now I have the perfect platypus trap, a robot platypus!” Perry looked at him again.
“Oh I suppose you wish to know what I plan to do today eh?” Perry nodded in response. “Fine I shall tell you. Every day I hear this jingle for my own business, and you know, it annoys me really. To be honest, I don’t even remember having one made. But on to the point. Today I shall rid myself of this persistent annoyance!” He pressed three buttons, which revealed three machines. Perry, usually expecting one machine looked at the doctor.
“You see Perry the Platypus, if I make one machine, you ruin my plans, but if I make three, then there is no way you can stop me. I call the first machine the Theme-anator!” He pointed to a giant boombox. “This machine will play a new jingle every time it is needed, and drown out the old one! It is pure genius!” He laughed evilly. He continued. “The second one I call The Ear Plugger Anator! It will place earplugs in my ears every time the jingle plays, that way I don’t have to hear it.” He pointed at a hat rack with earplugs resting on the rungs. “And finally, I give you the Music Destructor-anator! It will destroy all music as we know it, and for music sensations, such as the Nojas Sisters, or Lexas Texas, will remove their ability to produce sound at all! It is even more genius than my last two inventions combined! It is pure evil! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The last machine he spoke of looked like a cross between the first two inventions, and a giant vacuum cleaner. Just then the jingle began to play, and so Doofenshmirtz activated all three machines.
”Doofenshmirtz Evil" The jingle was cut off by this:
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated The only difference was this had a more girly pop sound to it, and was sung by the Nojas Sisters. At this time the earplugs went in. To make sure Perry could hear him, he began to yell.
“NOW THE LAST MACHINE HAS TO CHARGE, AND WILL BE DONE IN ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS. UNFORTUNATELY, MY SINGING SHORT CIRCUITS IT, SO I JUST HAVE TO QUIT SINGING FOR ABOUT THIRTY YEARS OR SO, WHENEVER I DECIDE TO RETIRE!” Unfortunately, Perry by this time managed to escape and stop the first machine. He then removed the earplugs, and turned on Doofenshmirtz’s karaoke machine. He turned it on, and tossed Dr. Doofenshmirtz a mike, all the while giving him a challenging look.
“Oh you don’t think I can beat you do you Perry the Platypus? Well think again!” He turned on the spotlight, and began to wail: “We will go no farther until you speak the TRUUUTH!” Just then his last machine began to turn make odd noises. It then blew up, sending the doctor flying through the air. The last thing that could be heard from him was: “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!!!” Perry just before he left found a letter that explained the childhood trauma behind jingles of the sort that his theme song was.
‘I was just a boy when I heard my first jingle. It was wonderful. It sounded like the gods of lore were singing to each other. Then one day the exact same jingle was played for me. But this time it was all different, and sounded just like my jingle did, except for different words. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t get the jingle to quit playing. And eventually, I forgot what the original even sounded like. So I swore a life long hate against all jingles, and that I would get rid of all the ones I didn’t like.’
Yours truly,
Dr. D
Current canons: Anegal
Canon you're auditioning for: Dr. Doofenshmirtz
Media canon is from: Pheneas and Ferb
Is the current canon taken?: nadda
Audition post (400 words):
”Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!”
The very evil, very nasty, Dr. Doofenshmirtz looked around as this jingle played. He had just concocted an evil scheme, and was waiting for Perry the Platypus to show up and try to ruin it. He looked at his watch.
“Hmm, let’s see.” He squinted, for he could not see the numbers on it very well. If he had Big Ben nearby like he planned, he wouldn’t have the problem, but what was done was done. “It is about a quarter after two. I think.” He sighed. “Perry the Platypus should be here by now. I specifically told him to be here no later than two.”
Just then Perry opened the door, and stepped in. He glared at Doofenshmirtz, and Doofenshmirtz at him.
“Ah Perry the Platypus, just in time, and by that I mean you are late! What you don’t have a cell phone, or maybe even a PDA? You know if Big Ben was in the Tri State area, you wouldn’t need to worry about having to wear a watch, I mean I know I wouldn’t, but you and that little English triple O, or maybe it was double OO, you know I’m not really sure I understand his name, I mean look at yours, Agent P, simple, yet effective. Double OO is just plain silly.” Perry stared at him.
“Oh sorry, am I rambling again? I tend to do that from time to time if you haven’t noticed.” The evil, conniving doctor pressed a button on a switch, and Perry was grabbed by a robotic version of himself. “Got you! I took an old picture of you that I had and scanned it. Then I made a robot version of you, only EVIL! Now I have the perfect platypus trap, a robot platypus!” Perry looked at him again.
“Oh I suppose you wish to know what I plan to do today eh?” Perry nodded in response. “Fine I shall tell you. Every day I hear this jingle for my own business, and you know, it annoys me really. To be honest, I don’t even remember having one made. But on to the point. Today I shall rid myself of this persistent annoyance!” He pressed three buttons, which revealed three machines. Perry, usually expecting one machine looked at the doctor.
“You see Perry the Platypus, if I make one machine, you ruin my plans, but if I make three, then there is no way you can stop me. I call the first machine the Theme-anator!” He pointed to a giant boombox. “This machine will play a new jingle every time it is needed, and drown out the old one! It is pure genius!” He laughed evilly. He continued. “The second one I call The Ear Plugger Anator! It will place earplugs in my ears every time the jingle plays, that way I don’t have to hear it.” He pointed at a hat rack with earplugs resting on the rungs. “And finally, I give you the Music Destructor-anator! It will destroy all music as we know it, and for music sensations, such as the Nojas Sisters, or Lexas Texas, will remove their ability to produce sound at all! It is even more genius than my last two inventions combined! It is pure evil! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The last machine he spoke of looked like a cross between the first two inventions, and a giant vacuum cleaner. Just then the jingle began to play, and so Doofenshmirtz activated all three machines.
”Doofenshmirtz Evil" The jingle was cut off by this:
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated The only difference was this had a more girly pop sound to it, and was sung by the Nojas Sisters. At this time the earplugs went in. To make sure Perry could hear him, he began to yell.
“NOW THE LAST MACHINE HAS TO CHARGE, AND WILL BE DONE IN ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS. UNFORTUNATELY, MY SINGING SHORT CIRCUITS IT, SO I JUST HAVE TO QUIT SINGING FOR ABOUT THIRTY YEARS OR SO, WHENEVER I DECIDE TO RETIRE!” Unfortunately, Perry by this time managed to escape and stop the first machine. He then removed the earplugs, and turned on Doofenshmirtz’s karaoke machine. He turned it on, and tossed Dr. Doofenshmirtz a mike, all the while giving him a challenging look.
“Oh you don’t think I can beat you do you Perry the Platypus? Well think again!” He turned on the spotlight, and began to wail: “We will go no farther until you speak the TRUUUTH!” Just then his last machine began to turn make odd noises. It then blew up, sending the doctor flying through the air. The last thing that could be heard from him was: “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!!!” Perry just before he left found a letter that explained the childhood trauma behind jingles of the sort that his theme song was.
‘I was just a boy when I heard my first jingle. It was wonderful. It sounded like the gods of lore were singing to each other. Then one day the exact same jingle was played for me. But this time it was all different, and sounded just like my jingle did, except for different words. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t get the jingle to quit playing. And eventually, I forgot what the original even sounded like. So I swore a life long hate against all jingles, and that I would get rid of all the ones I didn’t like.’
Yours truly,
Dr. D
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao