A beautiful forest shimmering with natural fairy light. The sky was at peace, the ground was at peace, everything was at peace with itself and all around it.
A small green kiwi-shaped creature could be seen underneath a tree playing electric piano, and munching on a strange but delectable looking blue fruit. An orange
antennied round creature who was very small and boot-clad came to hear the other strange creature play piano.
"Nice piano, Quie the Kiwi! Rock on!" said Plinky, clapping.
"That's mighty neighborly like of you Plinky" replied Quie. "The more I play piano the more fruit falls from the trees"
"Guess that's the kind work of the tree and its way of saying thanks!" said Plinky.
"Could be," replied Quie. "Say, do you know what the deal is with this place?"
"With what place?" asked Plinky, somewhat confused.
"This place, this world. It seems as complex as a rubix cube and yet as simple as an ice cream sundaue!" said Quie.
"Know somethin' Quie? We all started out as an ice cream sundaue, essentially!" replied Plinky.
"I've lived here in Fruit Punch Forest for over a thousand years, never heard nuttin' quite as fascinatin' as that!" said Quie.
"A storm's a coming, we'd best go back home," said Plinky, observing a strange cloud.
In deep space, a green four eyed fat alien named Loptopia, who looked like a bipedal snail was munching lots of cakes and pies on his ship, picking them up one by one and devouring them. Although Loptopia had eyestalks like a snail, he had webbed feet.
"Loptopia, you won't have any desserts to sell if you eat them all!" said Globtraz, one of his many purple blob associates.
"I know I know, it's just that CEO's gotta eat too" said Loptopia. He then got a call on his phone. He picked it up.
"Yeah, wuzzup peeps? This is the four eyed green faced web-footed ice cream eater speaking!" said Loptopia in a chipmunk-style voice.
"I apologize for my precipitous call but I would like to discuss a partnership. I promise you'll get a cut of the goods, and it'll
be smooth sailing!" said a rough yet almost electric crinkly
"What goods we talkin' bout foo?" asked Loptopia.
"Money, and also an island. For me, of course. I want money, and an island" said the voice.
"Money, islands and sunny delights. Serene panoramic views of beaches with clouds aplenty. All sounds well and good, but mind tellin' me who ya'll are peep?" asked Loptopia.
"Why is that important?" asked the now very scary voice.
"I don't know peeps, gettin' random calls bout money and islands that's a bit unexpected yo" replied Loptopia.
"My name is Zasher. Alan B. Zasher. Okay forget the money and the islands, send me a sample of your ice cream. I heard some of it had to be recalled because it sprouted into life" said the voice.
"Yeah, that's true. I can send you a batch of the weird stuff if that's what you want" said Loptopia.
"Yes," replied Zasher. "That's exactly what I want"
"It comes from a planet called Plibble. Wide variety of life there, and everyone seems to respect each other and live in peace" said Loptopia.
"That's disgusting" replied Zasher. "Where can I find that planet?"
"I'll send you a map, funky bro" said Loptopia.
"I need to genetically alter some pre-existing superbeings so I can use them to feed my project and bring true electric power to my metropolis planet of Grezlar.
We thrive on electric power just like you do! It will make us immortal so we can survive the coming changes!"
"Haha, you're funny. I like you" said Loptopia.
"Yeah, I'm funny. Tell that to the mafia, and they're in MY pocket not the other way around" said Zasher.
"Okay, well I have a date with a fish lady and her name is Morgan Fillet!" replied Loptopia in a joking tone.
"Alright then, well the Plinky creatures with their super antennas will bring electric power to Planet Grezlar if it's the last thing I do" said Zasher.
"Okay, just remember if you wanna visit it, my planet has an orbit inclination of two-hundred and forty degrees lemonade" replied Loptopia
That star sure has put on a lot of mass since I last saw him.
One month later, in deep space:
One day aboard a galactic starship a tall enigmatic traveler and his robed assistant were
cruising the galaxies, heading towards a planet that was of massive interest to them. They had collected samples of life larva from the planet
and were wanting to find out more about where the samples came from.
"How close are we to our destination?" asked Zasher, a large foreboding reptillian leader.
"Not very far from here should be our target, Master," replied Vale, his short robed friend, also a reptillian, but smaller and deceptively appearing to be much weaker than his partner.
"Hmm, not very far eh? For your sake I hope you're right" said Zasher, snarling.
"I was the only one willing to help you, Master. The rest were in fear of you.
Be thankful we have a ship at all" replied Vale, who seemed to be knitting some type of strange uniform.
"Peh, coming from the mouth of an ungrateful urchin like you, you should be thankful you're
still alive" said Zasher.
"I am not ungrateful, Master. I enjoy your company" said Vale.
"Very few who become my close associates tell me that without irony," said Zasher. He added, "You shouldn't say such things if you value your life"
"Perhaps not, Master. But if our excursion proves succesful, will you reconsider a full-time partnership contract?" asked Vale.
"I only want what I want! And I want the planet of Plibble. This ship isn't going
fast enough, if we don't arrive in time the so called king will be on vacation in another
dimension, Gletka 1 to be exact. He's scheduled to do exactly that very shortly" said Zasher.
"Ah, you seek to dethrone a king? He's so much larger and stronger, you're frail and weak in
comparison, Master. Perhaps I could off him with a spell" suggested Vale.
"A spell? Are you a madman? That would take my glory away. And what do you mean I look frail in comparison? I'm Alan B Zasher! My initials spell ABS!" said Zasher
approaching Vale, who was steering the ship. Vale rolled his eyes.
"You don't have any abs, Zasher" said Vale.
"WHAT?" yelled Zasher.
"I just don't want you taking on more than you can handle, Master. Please, let me concentrate" replied Vale.
"Do you think I can't handle you?" asked Zasher, picking up Vale by his throat.
"No, I-I-gulp-didn't say that, Master" replied Vale.
"Good," said Zasher. "Because I can handle a lot of things. Living things that exist
only to serve me and my agenda, and you're one of those things" he thundered as he threw
Vale across the room. The crystal wheel of the ship went flying along with the robed lizard,
due to the immense power of Zasher's throw.
"Master, my Baphomet necklace is ruined, and the ship has no control now" said Vale.
"It matters not. The course is set, I'm staying the course, and nothing can stop me" replied Zasher.
"A meteor shower could stop you potentially, Master" said Vale.
"Well, Mr. Spell Man, are you going to help me? Because I think you are" said Zasher,
picking up Vale and violently yanking his skull wand out of his slimey green hands. He then
pointed the wand at the controls.
"Now hear this, now hear this, the magic of this wand combined with the chip in my brain
is now fully in sync with your technology. Take me to Plibble or be sent back to the scrap
heap!" thundered Zasher. The ship seemed to obey, but it set off at ridiculous speeds.
Later, the ship was landing in a remote area in a forest on Plibble, but just as it was
nearing the ground, Zasher and Vale activated two life-size escape pods and retreated from
said ship that was nearing its impending doom. They landed in an isolated clearing in the woods,
then after brushing themselves off, headed towards the remains of their ship.
"It's in tatters. It cost me so much to get it in good condition" said Vale.
"But Vale," said Zasher. "Look at what the impact did. That's the biggest hole ever"
"Why, yes, it is indeed," said Vale. "We need only some support and we can create a lair"
"Yes, a lair, the likes of which have never been seen before" replied Zasher.
"Those puddles, what are those?" asked Vale, pointing to multi-colored puddles.
"The life larva! It's going to grow, I almost forgot. Not to worry, we won't let it go to waste" said Zasher.
"All life must be preserved, when it is of use to us" said Vale.
"To determine that shall aquire the aid of a scientist" said Zasher.
"Where will we find one?" asked Vale. Zasher thwacked Vale over the head with a frying pan.
"I've been dating one for over a week remember?" said Zasher.
"Master, what do you think this puddle is?" asked Vale holding it up to Zasher for inspection.
"It's pink," said Zasher sniffing the puddle. He continued, "It smells like flowers-it's a plinky!"
MUCH LATER BUT NOT TOO MUCH LATER...
"I'm so glad you could make it, Stacy" said Zasher. Stacy was a pretty brunette yellow-scaled female dragon scientist about twenty four years old.
"Actually that's Stacy Cynthia Dragon to you, scientist extrodinaire" said Stacy, shaking
"I enjoyed our breakfast, and I especially enjoyed lunch" said Zasher.
"Sure, me too!" replied Stacy.
"Your thesis on the impacts of negative and positive re-enforcement on microbial subatomic
life, what did it find?" asked Zasher.
"Oh, well, the results are inconclusive so far. I still need some more info on it, but
thanks for your interest, I appreciate it" said Stacy.
"Aha, is that so? Well listen princess, here's the deal I happen to have some samples of life right here that are still growing.
I was thinking of subjecting them to frequencies to bring them under my control to do my bidding" said Zasher.
"Bring them under your control?" asked Stacy. Zasher's wings began to surround Stacy,
and she became uncomfortable.
"Yes, you see I have big plans involving the study of the living" said Zasher, beaming at
Stacy. Stacy attempted to back away but she kept losing herself in Zasher's wings.
"My wings are nothing to be frightened of, sweetie, I just require your help, that's all"
"Wha-wha-what do you want me to do?" said Stacy.
"Be my lab partner, you know, help me aquire a taste for the foundation of life and what
brings it about. I need to know more about it so I can save this world. We're both dragons, we have a vested interest in Grezlar!" explained Zasher.
"That's fine, but would you mind, um, moving your wings a little?" asked Stacy.
"You do agree to never tell anyone about this project?" asked Zasher.
"I like, totally swear an oath to secrecy" said Stacy.
"Good," said Zasher. "Now I think we understand each other"
"Yeah, I think I understand you too" said Stacy.
"Indeed, I feel that you do. That is exactly what concerns me" said Zasher.
"Well, I'll be honest, I don't really want to try to bring a creature under any form of
control" said Stacy.
"What about rats? Don't you do the same tests to them?" asked Zasher.
"That stuff you have might be the foundation of all existence for all I know.
To me it looks like ice cream though, anyway. Listen, maybe some other time okay? I really need to go now" said Stacy.
"But you must work for me" said Zasher, spraying pink dust on Stacy. Stacy began gazing
into Zasher's eyes.
"I-I-I-I must work for you, handsome" said Stacy. She embraced Zasher, kissed his snout three times, and then began running tests on the goo. The goo showed to be highly sensitive to mind control tones and frequencies in most samples except the orange one. This angered Zasher to no end but nonetheless he thanked Stacy for her help.
"No problem. I'll do anything for you" said Stacy.
"That's all I need! Scram!" said Zasher, picking up Stacy and throwing her out the door.
Stacy felt strange. She brushed off her lab coat.
"I won't succomb to this stuff. I have to move away. That's it, move far away" said Stacy. Stacy turned on the TV.
And now back to your 24/7 Anti-Dhilgazhore coverage! Zasher's little brother was on-screen announcing the news.
King Dhilgazhore is stealing jellyfish from the ocean! That's right, soon the oceans will have no more jellyfish.
CRUSHER! EDIT THAT FOOTAGE. IT SHOWS SOLDIERS MARKED WITH ZASHER'S SYMBOL KILLING THE OCEAN LIFE!
Okay boss! CUT!
"What? Who the heck took over the media?" wondered Stacy.
Some humanoid fish people in mafia suits approached a dragon king.
"Yo, Mastah Dhilgazhore, you think maybe you could let us buy your government?" asked Thrasher the leader of the space fish controlled by Zasher.
"Well, actually, no!" said Dhilgazhore, munching on a bird leg.
"Zasher will negotiate a deal with you that'll be good for you and everyone involved, next time" said Thrasher.
"Very well, Thrasher. I'll meet with Zasher" said Dhilgazhore.
Chapter 1: Heroes are made, born, and altered
In the dark murky shadowy depths of an underground laboratory on Planet Plibble, a maniacal purple draconian government scientist known as Zasher cackled insanely as his newest creation came to life. Using properties from mutagenic ice cream given to him by Loptopia, along with the properties of silly putty, he created pint-size powerhouse round antennied alien creatures. He had known they already existed, but they were a rare species. Two he found and genetically altered, while the other two, were created. Using magic given to him by a lizard wizard named Vale, he made all four of them very powerful, one of them however, he designed specifically to be his superweapon, so he made him almost indestructable. This one was the odd one out. His name was Plinky. He was small, round, antennied, and orange, and had a huge grin plastered on his face, a lot of the time.
"HAAHHAAHAAHAAA! And now, you will be my slaves, and you will mine gems for my ancient reptillian race, BEHOLD, I call you, the PLINKIES! But you need not look up to me, Plinky is your ruler. I only ask that you serve my will and do my bidding, and that is pre-programmed into you anyway! BWAHAAHAHA" laughed the manaical Zasher. Plinky gathered the other plinkies into a corner.
"Now's our chance! He's gonna try to use us to take over our planet and make us all into slaves! I say we become superheroes! Whose with me?" said Plinky. They all agreed, and began beating up Zasher. Then they left the underground laboratory, bursting out from under the ground onto the planets surface, with Plinky leading the way.
"I'd kill ya if I hadn't made you almost indestructible" said Zasher the dragon scientist. Vale, the reptillian sorceror, who was his right-hand man, who provided the magic to balance with Zasher's science, reassured him that it would be ok.
"It's okay Master, I made that one particularly rebellious against you. He is not indestructible either, just very very powerful. But I made him have animosity towards you. That way you could have a challenge, and things wouldn't be completely boring! That is all!" said Vale.
"What did you do that for? You make me so angry!" said Zasher. Plinky flew off at incredible speeds dragging his newly created and altered heroic friends with them, and set off into the forests. Plinky banged his head against a zooshy fruit tree.
"We should eat these fruits known as Zooshy fruits!" said Plinky. "They make us even stronger and more powerful than we already are! They will enable us to take down the evils of Zasher and Vale!". One of the plinkies, appropriately named by Zasher as Blueberry, was addicted to blueberries. That was the only superpower he had. Who knows what Zasher was thinking.
"I don't know Plinky, I prefer eating blueberries to these zooshy fruits any day!" said Blueberry. Zooshy fruits were blue fruits native to the Plinky Kingdom on Planet Plibble. They resembled small grapefruits, only they were blue. They were delicious fruits, ripe with flavor. Suddenly, they were approached by a female teenage dragon geologist.
"My name is Stacy. I used to work for Zasher, until he tried to take over the world! You round people are so cute! I'm gonna take you into my treehouse lab!" said Stacy.
"NO! No more secret labs!" said Plinky. Stacy took them to her house, they traversed down a long narrow path in the woods together, till they came to a tree. Stacy opened up the door, and took the plinkies into her secret lab. It was a slightly more welcoming looking lab than Zasher's lab to say the least, and she placed all four of them in a jar.
"WE CAN'T FIT IN HERE LADY!" protested Plinky as he plummeted into the jar.
"Oh, well, how bout this fish tank?" asked Stacy, trying to put them in a fish tank.
"NO! You don't understand. We need to stop Zasher. We're the only hope for this planet" said Plinky. Stacy was confused. She called upon her uncle Gartroos, an older dragon, who often visited her in her forest house. She loved Gartroos dearly, and felt she could tell him any of her darkest secrets.
"Let me see these creatures," said Gartroos, pushing his glasses onto his snout. "Why, they're adorable. And they look quite powerful! I would trust what they say. Let them go about their business" said Gartroos.
"Trust what they say? I can barely hear them, they're so tiny!" said Stacy.
"Not all animals communicate with words, you know. Some are telepathic!" explained Gartroos.
"Well, I'm not telepathic. And, I certainly don't have a telepathy translator" said Stacy.
"Zasher already does. It's still in the planning stages though. And I, like you, do not trust Zasher, as much as I would like to have faith in our Dragon Kingdom scientists" said Gartroos.
"Zasher, yeah, about him, I know that guy. He's been doing dangerous experiments under the radar for years now. I wish someone in the know would just try to shut his operations down, but I was told by a friend of mine that he's got enough powerful weapons and devices to destroy the entire planet in the blink of an eye, so I guess that's why people are so scared of him! I'm not even sure King Dhilgazhor knows what's really going on though" said Stacy. The plinkies were shouting about how they were experimented on by Zasher, but neither Gartroos nor Stacy could hear them.
"Hmm, yes, you never told me you knew Zasher. How did you get to meet him?" asked Gartroos.
"After I went to graduate school, he dropped me a note telling me he thought highly of a thesis I had come up with, told me I was one of the smartest girls he'd ever heard of, and gave me an offer to work with him on some top secret sciency projects of his" said Stacy.
"And did you accept his invitations?" asked Gartroos.
"I told him I would think about it, but that I would have to look into it some more. Then I met him in person one day at a juice bar at Galasha Beach just south of here. I even started dating Zasher, and we were hitting it off pretty well, until a space fish buddy of his named Spaz blabbed to me in confidence about his secret plans to take over the world" said Stacy.
"Are you afraid for your life? Is that why you're living out here in the middle of nowhere?" asked Gartroos.
"Zasher overheard Spaz spilling the beans to me, and he told me to never expose his plans, or his minions would take me away to one of his secret hideouts and I'd never be heard from again!" explained Stacy.
"Oh, I see. Well, that certainly is scary news. If I were you, I would not even think about leaving Fruit Punch Forest. Anyway, these little creatures you found, they told me they were experimented on by Zasher" said Gartroos.
"How did you know what they said?" Stacy asked.
"Stacy, I can't hear what you're saying, I need to go get my hearing aid, dear. Where did I misplace it this time?" said Gartroos, rummaging through the spice cabinet. Gartroos had poor eyesight.
"I seriously doubt it's in there!" said Stacy. While the two biologists were talking to each other, Plinky, his brother Blueberry, and the other plinkies used an army laser they had found in Zasher's lab to get out of the fish tank. Then, one by one, they hopped atop one another, making themselves able to reach the treehouse window. They grabbed a map of the Plinky kingdom sitting on the windowsill, and sure enough, they slid outside, unbeknownst to Stacy and Gartroos.
"Where did they go? They could be in horrible danger!" said Stacy.
"Not necessarily, dear. I know you like the back of my hand. You love animals and creatures and native fauna. You study them all day. You, like me, care about the survival and growth of animals and plants. However, something innate inside me tells me those animals are self-sufficient. They know what they're doing, and I believe they will help save this planet!" said Gartroos. Stacy, being of a skeptical nature, was very confused.
"How do you KNOW all this? What's your hypothesis? What is the deal here?" asked Stacy.
"I had a dream last night. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Getting rid of them would probably be a good idea, if you were caught with them, considering they were top secret experiments, you wouldn't want to get in trouble. Anyway, good night, my niece!" said Gartroos, leaving the room. Stacy pulled back her chair, sat down, and began solving some math problems on her computer. Meanwhile, Plinky and Blueberry, and the other plinkies, were sitting outside. It was near nightfall, and they were gathered around a pile of sticks, trying to make a campfire.
"I can't believe I never asked you guys what your names are!" said Plinky.
"Names?" answered one plinky. "We don't have any. We have a name as a whole. We are Control Group C!" he explained. Plinky was in the middle of sipping lemonade, but when he heard this, he spewed it out of his mouth in an instant.
"Me and my brother both have names. We were born, not made!" Plinky explained.
"I think they need names, Plinky, so they can be different from each other. Life is all about being an individual, I reckon!" said Blueberry in his typical southern drawl, munching on blueberries.
"Well, maybe some fire for our smores would help inspire us to think up some names for our friends!" said Plinky.
"I reckon it would Plinky!" said Blueberry. Suddenly, as they were chatting amongst themselves, they felt a cool breeze swoosh by their small round bodies. They looked up and saw a baby dragon barely old enough to spread its wings flying above them.
"Wouldja like a marshmellow?" asked PLinky.
"He might think you're talking about us!" said one plinky.
"Wouldja like some...blueberries?" asked Blueberry with his mouth full. The dragon set flame to the wood Plinky had been using, and took off flying into the distance directly afterwards.
"That baby dragon gave us fire for our wood, so we could have firewood. He's mighty nice I reckon. Especially for a dragon!" said Blueberry.
"Them dragons aren't all that bad after all!" added another.
"Have...have any of you folks read the Plinky Bible?" asked Blueberry.
"Yeah, it says some baby dragons have telepathic connections with us!" said Plinky.
"Do you think he knows what we're thinking?" asked Blueberry. The baby dragon came flying back, and seated itself next to Plinky.
"He seems to like you Plinky!" said Blueberry smiling. "Maybe you should train him, and keep him as a pet" he added.
"That wouldn't be such a bad idea, but I need to eat something, what is it I'm craving?" Plinky wondered to himself.
"A mawshmellow" muttered Zebly in baby dragon talk. Plinky could not believe what he had just heard out of the baby dragons mouth.
"Did you hear that gang? The little man knows I like marshmellows" said Plinky.
"HE'S PSYCHIC!" said Blueberry. "What am I thinking of?" he asked.
"Bluebewwies!" muttered Zebly in baby dragon speak.
"He knew what I was thinking too! Let's see if he knows what the others are thinking" said Blueberry.
"The others? Shouldn't they have names by now? Name them, baby dragon" said Plinky. Zebly wiggle walked up to each plinky and named them appropriately.
"Ploshy!" said Zebly, pointing at the yellow scaredy cat plinky who was hiding behind a bush.
"Plooshy!" said Zebly, pointing at the plinky who was reading a book about how to be a stage magician.
"That's everyone then!" said Plinky. "Now we all have names. Speaking of names, what's your name?" Plinky asked the baby dragon.
"WAAMP! My name is Zebly" said Zebly the green baby dragon.
"Cool, so your name is Zebly. Well according to the map of the plinky kingdom, the first place we need to go to is Loggy Lagoon! Come on gang, let's pile atop Zebly. I trust he can take us there"
Note: There is a Character Guide on "Chapter 11" but is not necessary to read unless you're hopelessly confused.