Post by mina on Jun 27, 2020 10:27:32 GMT
This little story is based on "Ducky Ahoy", and is a continuation of this Duckula episode, only with the thoughts what would happen if Vladimir was there?
Duck Ahoy - The Bill please!
"You want to order ice cream too?" Count Duckula was as if he wasn't listening properly. His vampiric brother seriously ordered an ice cream sundae?
"Yes ... strawberry and raspberry, please - but without a waffle." Valdimir placed his order.
He put the card down and looked at his brother. "At least both red. Calm down?"
"No ... I just meant ... YOU eat ice cream, Vladimir?"
"I don't eat it, I lick it slowly. A good method to get used to other tastes. And it is easy on the stomach if you are not used to it."
"So you know it?"
"Every now and then I tried it. I had to get used to it, but then it went pretty well. But don't tell Igor about it."
Count Duckula grinned. "No words should go over my beak!"
Due to the order, the brothers were saved after a short time.
They help each other wonderfully. Count Duckula ate the ice cream, Vladimir licked it carefully. The mood of the two was extremely good. Vladimir also held the other guests' eyes. Usually he didn't like to show them big anywhere else. But what didn't you do for your brother?
Vladimir also wanted to learn ... to overcome himself and ignore silly comments about his teeth.
Suddenly his brother became very quiet, he seemed to be trying to dissolve into thin air. Sank down into his chair and made himself smaller than he already was.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Let's get out of here…"
"I'm not done with my ice cream yet, and we still have to pay the bill."
Before Vladimir could ask another question, he heard a voice behind him that seemed very convinced, if not to say, that sounded very conceited.
"Yes, who do we have there? ... isn't that Count Duckula ... the stupid joke ?!"
Count Duckula closed his eyes, Vladimir saw him start to tremble, and he swallowed.
Vladimir turned around and looked the other in the face.
A big bird, with a fluffy quiff and a suit that looked like it just came out of the laundry. The facial expression spoke of wealth, wealth of the imaginary kind.
This only saw Vladimir. "And who are you ... my goodness they look worse! Does the count meet with people from the gutter? Goes with him!"
"La ... leave my brother at peace!" dared to whisper Count Duckula.
"Brother? I should have guessed! The resemblance is amazing ..."
Vladimir looked again at his brother, who was fighting with tears. Then he looked at the opposite.
"I would advise them ... to refrain from these remarks ..." Vladimir replied in a growling voice.
"Who you? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"
"No," replied Valdimir truthfully, "To look at such vanities in a mirror is far from me. Only people who have a disturbed relationship with their ego and want to artificially flare it up need that."
At these words, Vladimir stood in his chair so that he could look his opponent in the eye better. He wanted to be able to assess this guy better.
"Two laugh numbers ... Count Duckula ... the fool and his brother the freak - looks like a ... disfigured vampire from the gutter."
"Oh really! What not to say?" Vladimir snorted. "I look like a vampire? what don't you say? and my brother the count is a fool?"
"A very big fool… didn't he tell you how he made a laugh of it in front of everyone?"
Vladimir glanced at his brother.
This was hardly recognizable, where was he the cheerful guy, when someone saw himself immersed in his tears running down his beak.
Vladmir looked at his counterpart again. "No ... he didn't. Why should he tell me about such a lacquer monkey? I don't know what its name is, but I think its name is completely meaningless, why should I remember it then? It is different with our names ... they should remember them already! "
The stranger laughed and grabbed Vladimir by the collar. "What a joke from such a little guy ..."
He hadn't spoken yet, since Vladimir's hand already grabbed his collar and pulled it shut. This didn't just start to gasp in terror.
"So ... you big friezed lacquer monkey you let me understand very slowly now? Otherwise I'll tie the collar even tighter ... understood?"
Startled by the power of this little creature, Vladimir was slowly lowered.
"Well done ... well done." Valdimir commented mockingly, feeling ground under his fins again. "And now come with me ... I think we have something to discuss!"
Vladimir looks at the guy, should he be naughty again? Just like he was straightening his clothes again and pretending that Vladimir had soiled his clothes.
"Because I say so!" Vladimir replied that his eyes would have honored every vampire. Count Duckula kept his beak open when he saw his brother like this.
"Should this be a reason? I think it's below my dignity."
"Wrong. Actually it's below my dignity. But what can you do to protect the honor of the family?"
Vladimir reached up and pulled him by the jacket, again showing his strength.
Count Duckula followed.
As soon as they had disappeared around the corner, Vladimir jumped on a ledge.
"Remember one thing. It is detrimental to your health to make fun of a duckula."
Vladimir felt the other's growing insecurity and how he tried to dub it. "What does a little imp want ..."
Vladimir waved it off. "I thought I had expressed myself clearly. You should never judge someone by their size." he turned to Count Duckula, who was still a little shy and stood by him.
"Whatever you think of my brother. He has some things they don't have."
"And what should this be please?" came the mocking answer.
Vladimir crossed his arms. "Something you can't buy with money ... a good soul. Wherever there is definitely only stone. They may have money like other people have hay, but they sold their soul for that! Was it a good deal in their eyes? Me wouldn't be so sure about that ... Maybe next Christmas you should make sure that you have Santa Claus horns? "
"Only poor swallowers speak like this ..." can be the derisive answer. "... her brother is a duckling, just like her. Only she looks even more miserable."
"I thought I was clear enough," growled Vladimir. "But apparently they are not a special lamp. And you have to tell them more clearly so that it sticks to your mind." Vladimir jumped from his point of view and his counterpart exactly in the stomach. With such a force that he threw it on his back and stood over him.
Something that surprised.
"So again very clearly and slowly, so that it can seep your mind. If you mess with me ..." Vladimir grinned slyly. "... then you will soon have no reason to make fun of the looks of others. Because then you will never want to see yourself in the mirror again ... understood? And as much as I am a duckula ... I will find you! Our family is more influential than you think - and we have time ... a lot of time! and now please apologize to my brother ... if you like your face. "
Count Duckula had watched Vladimir's speech eagerly. With every word from Vladimir, his confidence came back. He was impressed.
Now he straightened up and waited with his arms folded for the excuse.
"I ... apologize ..." came the stammering answer.
Count Duckula looked at Valdimir, who understood, because they agreed. This had been nothing more than meaningless babbling, which was not meant honestly.
"Not soooo right now. We want to hear them too!"
He looked at him challenged. And there was an expression on Vladimir's face that made it clear that he was not to be trifled with.
"I ... I apologize to you Count Duckula ... it should ... should not happen again."
Count Duckula nodded in satisfaction. "Now apologize to my brother! Call him a vampire out of the gutter!"
This seemed to trigger uncertainty, Vladimir looked too threatening - and like a vampire.
"So what are you waiting for?" challenged Count Duckula.
"I ... I apologize ... to you ... for my insulting words." Vladimir looked at him closely, but then released him. But not without hissing loudly at him. What resembled the hiss of a marten this time.
"Why should I?" the answer came.
Count Duckula had rarely seen anyone run so fast.
Vladimir snorted in peace, then looked around for the counts. "Everything in location with you?"
"Everything great!"
"Now and then," noted Vladimir, "it is very useful to have vampire blood in you - at least it impresses people more than a pure duck."
"How was sir!"
Both Duckulas turned around, it was Igor speaking. "I saw him run away, I think you impressed him young Mr. Vladimir."
"It looks like this… but honestly. I've already dealt with completely different types! The guy was just a blasphemy."
"But he will never insult a duckula again." Igor confirmed with satisfaction.
Duck Ahoy - The Bill please!
"You want to order ice cream too?" Count Duckula was as if he wasn't listening properly. His vampiric brother seriously ordered an ice cream sundae?
"Yes ... strawberry and raspberry, please - but without a waffle." Valdimir placed his order.
He put the card down and looked at his brother. "At least both red. Calm down?"
"No ... I just meant ... YOU eat ice cream, Vladimir?"
"I don't eat it, I lick it slowly. A good method to get used to other tastes. And it is easy on the stomach if you are not used to it."
"So you know it?"
"Every now and then I tried it. I had to get used to it, but then it went pretty well. But don't tell Igor about it."
Count Duckula grinned. "No words should go over my beak!"
Due to the order, the brothers were saved after a short time.
They help each other wonderfully. Count Duckula ate the ice cream, Vladimir licked it carefully. The mood of the two was extremely good. Vladimir also held the other guests' eyes. Usually he didn't like to show them big anywhere else. But what didn't you do for your brother?
Vladimir also wanted to learn ... to overcome himself and ignore silly comments about his teeth.
Suddenly his brother became very quiet, he seemed to be trying to dissolve into thin air. Sank down into his chair and made himself smaller than he already was.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Let's get out of here…"
"I'm not done with my ice cream yet, and we still have to pay the bill."
Before Vladimir could ask another question, he heard a voice behind him that seemed very convinced, if not to say, that sounded very conceited.
"Yes, who do we have there? ... isn't that Count Duckula ... the stupid joke ?!"
Count Duckula closed his eyes, Vladimir saw him start to tremble, and he swallowed.
Vladimir turned around and looked the other in the face.
A big bird, with a fluffy quiff and a suit that looked like it just came out of the laundry. The facial expression spoke of wealth, wealth of the imaginary kind.
This only saw Vladimir. "And who are you ... my goodness they look worse! Does the count meet with people from the gutter? Goes with him!"
"La ... leave my brother at peace!" dared to whisper Count Duckula.
"Brother? I should have guessed! The resemblance is amazing ..."
Vladimir looked again at his brother, who was fighting with tears. Then he looked at the opposite.
"I would advise them ... to refrain from these remarks ..." Vladimir replied in a growling voice.
"Who you? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"
"No," replied Valdimir truthfully, "To look at such vanities in a mirror is far from me. Only people who have a disturbed relationship with their ego and want to artificially flare it up need that."
At these words, Vladimir stood in his chair so that he could look his opponent in the eye better. He wanted to be able to assess this guy better.
"Two laugh numbers ... Count Duckula ... the fool and his brother the freak - looks like a ... disfigured vampire from the gutter."
"Oh really! What not to say?" Vladimir snorted. "I look like a vampire? what don't you say? and my brother the count is a fool?"
"A very big fool… didn't he tell you how he made a laugh of it in front of everyone?"
Vladimir glanced at his brother.
This was hardly recognizable, where was he the cheerful guy, when someone saw himself immersed in his tears running down his beak.
Vladmir looked at his counterpart again. "No ... he didn't. Why should he tell me about such a lacquer monkey? I don't know what its name is, but I think its name is completely meaningless, why should I remember it then? It is different with our names ... they should remember them already! "
The stranger laughed and grabbed Vladimir by the collar. "What a joke from such a little guy ..."
He hadn't spoken yet, since Vladimir's hand already grabbed his collar and pulled it shut. This didn't just start to gasp in terror.
"So ... you big friezed lacquer monkey you let me understand very slowly now? Otherwise I'll tie the collar even tighter ... understood?"
Startled by the power of this little creature, Vladimir was slowly lowered.
"Well done ... well done." Valdimir commented mockingly, feeling ground under his fins again. "And now come with me ... I think we have something to discuss!"
Vladimir looks at the guy, should he be naughty again? Just like he was straightening his clothes again and pretending that Vladimir had soiled his clothes.
"Because I say so!" Vladimir replied that his eyes would have honored every vampire. Count Duckula kept his beak open when he saw his brother like this.
"Should this be a reason? I think it's below my dignity."
"Wrong. Actually it's below my dignity. But what can you do to protect the honor of the family?"
Vladimir reached up and pulled him by the jacket, again showing his strength.
Count Duckula followed.
As soon as they had disappeared around the corner, Vladimir jumped on a ledge.
"Remember one thing. It is detrimental to your health to make fun of a duckula."
Vladimir felt the other's growing insecurity and how he tried to dub it. "What does a little imp want ..."
Vladimir waved it off. "I thought I had expressed myself clearly. You should never judge someone by their size." he turned to Count Duckula, who was still a little shy and stood by him.
"Whatever you think of my brother. He has some things they don't have."
"And what should this be please?" came the mocking answer.
Vladimir crossed his arms. "Something you can't buy with money ... a good soul. Wherever there is definitely only stone. They may have money like other people have hay, but they sold their soul for that! Was it a good deal in their eyes? Me wouldn't be so sure about that ... Maybe next Christmas you should make sure that you have Santa Claus horns? "
"Only poor swallowers speak like this ..." can be the derisive answer. "... her brother is a duckling, just like her. Only she looks even more miserable."
"I thought I was clear enough," growled Vladimir. "But apparently they are not a special lamp. And you have to tell them more clearly so that it sticks to your mind." Vladimir jumped from his point of view and his counterpart exactly in the stomach. With such a force that he threw it on his back and stood over him.
Something that surprised.
"So again very clearly and slowly, so that it can seep your mind. If you mess with me ..." Vladimir grinned slyly. "... then you will soon have no reason to make fun of the looks of others. Because then you will never want to see yourself in the mirror again ... understood? And as much as I am a duckula ... I will find you! Our family is more influential than you think - and we have time ... a lot of time! and now please apologize to my brother ... if you like your face. "
Count Duckula had watched Vladimir's speech eagerly. With every word from Vladimir, his confidence came back. He was impressed.
Now he straightened up and waited with his arms folded for the excuse.
"I ... apologize ..." came the stammering answer.
Count Duckula looked at Valdimir, who understood, because they agreed. This had been nothing more than meaningless babbling, which was not meant honestly.
"Not soooo right now. We want to hear them too!"
He looked at him challenged. And there was an expression on Vladimir's face that made it clear that he was not to be trifled with.
"I ... I apologize to you Count Duckula ... it should ... should not happen again."
Count Duckula nodded in satisfaction. "Now apologize to my brother! Call him a vampire out of the gutter!"
This seemed to trigger uncertainty, Vladimir looked too threatening - and like a vampire.
"So what are you waiting for?" challenged Count Duckula.
"I ... I apologize ... to you ... for my insulting words." Vladimir looked at him closely, but then released him. But not without hissing loudly at him. What resembled the hiss of a marten this time.
"Why should I?" the answer came.
Count Duckula had rarely seen anyone run so fast.
Vladimir snorted in peace, then looked around for the counts. "Everything in location with you?"
"Everything great!"
"Now and then," noted Vladimir, "it is very useful to have vampire blood in you - at least it impresses people more than a pure duck."
"How was sir!"
Both Duckulas turned around, it was Igor speaking. "I saw him run away, I think you impressed him young Mr. Vladimir."
"It looks like this… but honestly. I've already dealt with completely different types! The guy was just a blasphemy."
"But he will never insult a duckula again." Igor confirmed with satisfaction.