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Soon, three year old Angelica and her father, Drew, had arrived. She walked over to the playpen area. She saw Daria eye her suspiciously. “Hi, Daria,” she said.
Daria put the book she was reading aside. “Hi, Angelica. I'm going to make sure you don't bother the babies too much, especially on my brother's birthday.”
“I don't bother the babies.”
“I know you do. They clearly don't enjoy your company.”
“I don't know what you mean,” Angelica said innocently.
Daria was a little annoyed and glared at her. “You know exactly what I mean. Your 'I'm Drew and Charlotte's perfect princess' doesn't fool me. You can talk to the babies, but I will be listening.”
“Yes. I am their princess,” Angelica said as she did a pirouette. She then turned from Daria to where her younger cousin was waiting.
“Hi, Angelica!” Tommy said.
“Listen,” Angelica whispered, trying to not let Daria listen in. “This may be your birthday, but when the presents are opened, I get first dibs on the toys!”
“Angelica!” Daria said in a warning tone.
“Um, second dibs?” Angelica corrected.
Daria narrowed her eyes, but turned back to her book.
“Say, Angelica, do you know anything about... Dog food?” Tommy asked.
“What about dog food?” Angelica asked.
“Tommy thinks if you eat some, maybe you turn into a dog,” Chuckie answered.
“You mean I could wear a collar with spikes on it?” Angelica asked.
“And chase cats!” Phil said.
“And howl at the moon!” Lil added.
“Could I even bite the mailman?” Angelica asked quietly.
The twins nodded.
“Let's do it,” Angelica decided.
“Yeah, let's get some dog food,” Tommy said.
“What about Daria?” Chuckie asked.
“Let me think about that,” Tommy said as he grabbed a piece of paper. He then drew the plan.
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Daria put the book she was reading aside. “Hi, Angelica. I'm going to make sure you don't bother the babies too much, especially on my brother's birthday.”
“I don't bother the babies.”
“I know you do. They clearly don't enjoy your company.”
“I don't know what you mean,” Angelica said innocently.
Daria was a little annoyed and glared at her. “You know exactly what I mean. Your 'I'm Drew and Charlotte's perfect princess' doesn't fool me. You can talk to the babies, but I will be listening.”
“Yes. I am their princess,” Angelica said as she did a pirouette. She then turned from Daria to where her younger cousin was waiting.
“Hi, Angelica!” Tommy said.
“Listen,” Angelica whispered, trying to not let Daria listen in. “This may be your birthday, but when the presents are opened, I get first dibs on the toys!”
“Angelica!” Daria said in a warning tone.
“Um, second dibs?” Angelica corrected.
Daria narrowed her eyes, but turned back to her book.
“Say, Angelica, do you know anything about... Dog food?” Tommy asked.
“What about dog food?” Angelica asked.
“Tommy thinks if you eat some, maybe you turn into a dog,” Chuckie answered.
“You mean I could wear a collar with spikes on it?” Angelica asked.
“And chase cats!” Phil said.
“And howl at the moon!” Lil added.
“Could I even bite the mailman?” Angelica asked quietly.
The twins nodded.
“Let's do it,” Angelica decided.
“Yeah, let's get some dog food,” Tommy said.
“What about Daria?” Chuckie asked.
“Let me think about that,” Tommy said as he grabbed a piece of paper. He then drew the plan.
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Daria's Rugrats - Prologue
Dec. 31st, 2024 08:11 pmPrologue
One evening, years before Tommy would be born, Stu and Didi Pickles find a runaway six year old Daria Morgendorffer at their door. They decide to take her in.
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14426421/1/Daria-s-Rugrats
Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61827688/chapters/158089462
One evening, years before Tommy would be born, Stu and Didi Pickles find a runaway six year old Daria Morgendorffer at their door. They decide to take her in.
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14426421/1/Daria-s-Rugrats
Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61827688/chapters/158089462
Daria's Rugrats - Chapter 1 - Part 1
Jul. 3rd, 2022 07:14 pmNearly Four Years Later
Tommy's Birthday
11 June 1991
Daria awoke. She sat up in the bed, she then recalled that it was her brother's birthday. Or rather, adopted younger brother, but she rarely thought about that. Her current Mom and Dad were better than what she could remember of her biological Mom and Dad. 'Happy Birthday, Tommy,' she thought. She got up and got dressed.
Once dressed, she left her room. She could hear her parents in her brother's room, saying 'Happy Birthday'.
She went downstairs.
As she started breakfast, she could hear her parents talking about the day, particularly her father being enthusiastic about a toy he had made.
Her Mom placed Tommy in the high chair, and proceded to feed him. “Now, what does Lipschitz say, Stu. We need to distract him.”
That got Daria's attention. “You doin't need to distract him,” she said.
“Yes we do,” her mother said as she turned her attention back to Tommy. “OK, Tommy. Open the Pod bay door!'
Daria sighed. She was sure whatever Lipschitz recommended wasn't helpful at all. Tommy flinched.
“A little to the left, Stu,” her mother directed.
This time her father managed to get the food in Tommy's mouth.
“Stu, Daria, let's do the birthday checklist,” Didi directed, once Tommy had his breakfast.
“OK, Shoot,” Stu said.
“Um, carrot brand cake with health nuggets.”
“Check,” Stu said.
“Pin the tail on the Donkey.”
“The version with suction cups?” Daria asked rhetorically. “Check!”
“The puppet show?”
"Oh, yeah. Puppeteers, stage, props, and puppets arrive at eleven," Stu said.
“Perfect!” Didi said.
( Daria sighed. )
Tommy's Birthday
11 June 1991
Daria awoke. She sat up in the bed, she then recalled that it was her brother's birthday. Or rather, adopted younger brother, but she rarely thought about that. Her current Mom and Dad were better than what she could remember of her biological Mom and Dad. 'Happy Birthday, Tommy,' she thought. She got up and got dressed.
Once dressed, she left her room. She could hear her parents in her brother's room, saying 'Happy Birthday'.
She went downstairs.
As she started breakfast, she could hear her parents talking about the day, particularly her father being enthusiastic about a toy he had made.
Her Mom placed Tommy in the high chair, and proceded to feed him. “Now, what does Lipschitz say, Stu. We need to distract him.”
That got Daria's attention. “You doin't need to distract him,” she said.
“Yes we do,” her mother said as she turned her attention back to Tommy. “OK, Tommy. Open the Pod bay door!'
Daria sighed. She was sure whatever Lipschitz recommended wasn't helpful at all. Tommy flinched.
“A little to the left, Stu,” her mother directed.
This time her father managed to get the food in Tommy's mouth.
“Stu, Daria, let's do the birthday checklist,” Didi directed, once Tommy had his breakfast.
“OK, Shoot,” Stu said.
“Um, carrot brand cake with health nuggets.”
“Check,” Stu said.
“Pin the tail on the Donkey.”
“The version with suction cups?” Daria asked rhetorically. “Check!”
“The puppet show?”
"Oh, yeah. Puppeteers, stage, props, and puppets arrive at eleven," Stu said.
“Perfect!” Didi said.
( Daria sighed. )
6th January 2022 Writings
Jan. 7th, 2022 06:35 pmTags:
- alternate history,
- anthony demartino,
- brittany taylor,
- candace flynn,
- charles ruttheimer iii,
- daria,
- daria morgendorffer,
- data,
- encounter at farpoint,
- fanfic,
- helen morgendorffer,
- ill,
- ill (daria),
- january writings,
- jodie landon,
- leonard mccoy,
- michael ‘mack’ mackenzie,
- phineas and ferb,
- quinn morgendorffer,
- rugrats,
- sandi griffin,
- star trek,
- the next generation,
- trent lane
Daria's Rugrats - Prologue
Aug. 31st, 2021 07:44 pmDaria's Rugrats
September 25, 1987
Didi Pickles was reviewing class notes for the next day when the door bell rang. “At this hour?” she wondered. She went to the door. What she saw next shocked her. “Stu! Come here, quick!” she said calling for her husband. She looked at the young girl shivering on the doorstep, and bent down to comfort her. The brunette looked at her with sadness in her eyes. Didi took the girl into her arms. “Why are you here, and not at home?” she asked as the girl weakly hugged her.
Stu came stumpling up the staircase from the basement. “What is it, Didi?” he asked.
Didi turned around, with the girl in her arms. “I answered the door, and there she was, shivering.”
“Hi, what's your name?”
“Daria,” the girl said weakly.
“What were you doing out there?” Didi asked as she closed the door.
“Ran away,” the girl, Daria, said.
“Ran away?”
Daria nodded.
Didi and Stu looked at each other. “We have to find out where she comes from.”
“No!” Daria said.
“What?” Didi asked.
“I don't want to go back!”
“But you have to!” Stu said.
The girl just stared stubbornly at the couple.
“Where do you come from?” Didi asked.
Daria just shook her head. “Bad!”
“Bad?” Didi asked with concern.
“Really bad!” Daria projected, with a violent shudder.
“Oh no!” Stu said.
“Child Protective Services, first thing in the morning!”
“But, they wouldn't be able to do anything if she won't say anything.”
“How bad?”
“Not saying!” Daria said.
“If she doesn't say anything...” Stu began.
“No, first thing in the morning, we're going to a doctor!”
( September 27, 1987 )
September 25, 1987
Didi Pickles was reviewing class notes for the next day when the door bell rang. “At this hour?” she wondered. She went to the door. What she saw next shocked her. “Stu! Come here, quick!” she said calling for her husband. She looked at the young girl shivering on the doorstep, and bent down to comfort her. The brunette looked at her with sadness in her eyes. Didi took the girl into her arms. “Why are you here, and not at home?” she asked as the girl weakly hugged her.
Stu came stumpling up the staircase from the basement. “What is it, Didi?” he asked.
Didi turned around, with the girl in her arms. “I answered the door, and there she was, shivering.”
“Hi, what's your name?”
“Daria,” the girl said weakly.
“What were you doing out there?” Didi asked as she closed the door.
“Ran away,” the girl, Daria, said.
“Ran away?”
Daria nodded.
Didi and Stu looked at each other. “We have to find out where she comes from.”
“No!” Daria said.
“What?” Didi asked.
“I don't want to go back!”
“But you have to!” Stu said.
The girl just stared stubbornly at the couple.
“Where do you come from?” Didi asked.
Daria just shook her head. “Bad!”
“Bad?” Didi asked with concern.
“Really bad!” Daria projected, with a violent shudder.
“Oh no!” Stu said.
“Child Protective Services, first thing in the morning!”
“But, they wouldn't be able to do anything if she won't say anything.”
“How bad?”
“Not saying!” Daria said.
“If she doesn't say anything...” Stu began.
“No, first thing in the morning, we're going to a doctor!”
( September 27, 1987 )
