Sitekick Doom Part I (Complete + Revised)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short-story revolving around three main characters; the Doctor, his pet robot, and a villain who tries to take over his lab (and eventually the world). I originally wrote this story as a series of small chapters in July 2004 when I was ten and distributed said content on a child-oriented forum which catered to a small community that I left in 2006. I revised the grammar and spelling in August 2011 after deciding the material was worth disseminating to a larger audience that could appreciate its worth. The original was in much needed revision, so here is the complete, remastered version of Part I. Enjoy.

Submitted: August 24, 2011

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Submitted: August 24, 2011



One early Monday morning, Dr. Frantic was still creating new chips for everyone to collect. “Dr. Frantic?” his pet robot called. “Yes, Kablooey?”  “I'm surfing through the internet to check my email.” “Why are you bothering me like this at a time where I have to work?” “Hey, you can't blame me for everything, you know.” “Maybe I can. Who deleted all my email?” “Oops. I'm in big trouble…” “Did you do this, Kablooey?” “Um… no.” “I know you did, Kablooey.” “Alright, I'm going to explode and get out of here!” A deafening boom resounded. Kablooey was nowhere to be seen. Dr. Frantic called for her. “Kablooey! Where are you?” Dr. Frantic paused and found a letter on the floor. The letter read as follows:

Dear Dr. Frantic,

Pleased to meet you. Allow me introduce myself to you! I am Fenly Fowl. Owner of Doom Range Corporation, and I want to have your lab, Dr. Frantic. If you don't hand over your lab, I'll kill you.”

Dr. Frantic was stunned. His site-kick must've written that letter as a joke. But he just had to find out. First, he scanned the letter on to his computer. The computer deemed the letter as authentic, but not written by his robot. He didn't believe his eyes. He quickly checked his computer’s memory file and everything seemed fine. Then it dawned on him that he had to track down his site-kick and save his lab… and himself. So, Dr. Frantic tracked down Kablooey’s current area and mapped it out. He found his wallet with $100.00 inside and went to the nearest hardware store. He purchased some items to help him retrieve his lost robot. He finished the excursion quickly and marched outside to the curb, where his vehicle was waiting for him. The computer was continually feeding systems data to the doctor. “Current hover-power is at one hundred percent. Now taking lift off.”

The doctor noticed a small yellow dot on the radar. But his site-kick was blue, not yellow. He moved on. Suddenly, he saw the person’s company that threatened to kill him. He landed his hover-pod at the curb. The computer asked him to enter the entry code. Dr. Frantic pulled out the scanned letter and then entered the code. “Entry approved. You may enter.” The doctor knew who Fowl was, which rendered his initial introduction in the letter to him redundant. He was his long-time friend. But when he refused to join Fowl’s evil cabal in favour of more important matters, he became so angry; his heart was filled with hatred for the doctor. That was in the past now though. What mattered at the moment was his robot’s well-being. A security camera recorded Dr. Frantic’s every move, even his words, as there was a tape recorder. Fenly fired Laser On. He dodged the laser. “This is more dangerous then I thought!”

Dr. Frantic franticly ran to the center of the laser's computer. He hacked into the computer and entered the code to deactivate the lasers. He then destroyed the center of the lab via dynamite, creating a deafening explosion. It reminded him of Kablooey. He remembered his mission and continued in his search to rescue her. An inconspicuous door in front of the doctor opened. He went inside the dark room and got out his match light, lit it, and sought Kablooey. Signs near him read: “Warning: Highly sensitive cameras are recording you in the Site-kick Chip Chamber.” Dr. Frantic realized that Fenly wanted his robot’s micro-chips, but for what, and how was he going to do that? A voice came on the intercom. “The tapes are watching you, Dr. Frantic.” Suddenly, a huge chamber surrounded him. He was trapped. “Oh, no!” he whispered. He saw his robot in a chamber with all thousands of other robots, perhaps millions!

“So, you see my plan, Frantic,” Fowl explained, “I'm going to enter your robot’s install ring and take her micro-chips out. Once I fuse all of their chips together, I'll have formed the most perfect robot in history!” “But why do you want the perfect robot?” the doctor asked. “Once I merge myself with the perfect robot, I’ll be controlling it, invoking its powers so I can rule the world. Nothing’s impossible to fuse with my Fuse-o-matic 10,000. I will demonstrate with this robot first. I'll open its interior. Then, extract the micro-chips, and place them into the container. Once I have every chip in history, I'll fuse them together to make one chip, which will be my robot’s core. I'll merge together with my robot, invoking its powers so I can rule the world!” “We’ll see, Fenly,” remarked the doctor. “We’ll see.” The doctor threw a stick of dynamite and busted the cage’s lock. The robots were charging outside like an angry bull stampede.

Continued in Part II.

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