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Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 12:19:39 -0500
From: ackcor 
To: Jonny , Quest ,
        JQ Fanfic ML 
Subject: [Quest] fic: "The Unexpected Visitor", 2/2
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Hmmm...has fics being sent to the edc ML been completely outlawed?  If
so, my apologies and this will be the last fic I send to it.
Anyway, here's my slightly-revised ending to "The Unexpected Visitor". 
I know I promised to ship it out last night, but my computer froze up
and wouldn't boot for awhile.  Sorry about that!
Okay, well, on to the fic...let me know how you like it!

						--Dark Sentinel


	THE REAL ADVENTURES OF JONNY QUEST

	"The Unexpected Visitor"

	Part II

	written by Dark Sentinel

	The door slowly opened and a darkly-dressed figure stepped cautiously
into the house.  He shut the door quietly behind him and advanced a few
steps, then halted and tilted his head, listening.
	Muffin couldn't take it.  Viciously barking, the Rottweiler clawed
brutally at the wire door holding her from attacking.  The robber glided
smoothly over to her without a sound and pulled a gun from his pocket. 
Jonny's eyes widened.  Muffin stopped and stared blankly at the butt of
the pistol.
	"NO!" Jonny bellowed as he dove from his hiding place and tackled the
burglar.  He landed a swift punch on the side of the man's face, but was
soon kicked off.  He landed with a grunt against the wall.  
	The hooded figure aimed his gun now at Jonny.  Jonny recovered quickly
and rolled to the side, narrowly missing a fatal bullet wound.
	Back on his feet in seconds, the boy kicked out his foot in an attempt
to dislodge the pistol from his assailant's hand.  He missed however,
and the man grabbed Jonny's foot and lifted it up and away from himself
swiftly, knocking Jonny onto his back on the floor.
	The crook now went for a tackle, but his stomach only met Jonny's feet,
and he was sent flying.
	Jonny was up again, trying to line up a good kick into the figure's
groin.  He did not get a chance to however; he ducked a punch too late
and was sent sprawling to the carpet.
	Maureen stared in wonderment at the scene, then saw Muffin frantically
scrabbling to escape.  The girl silently crept behind the attacker, who
did not notice her, across the room to the kennel.  Muffin quieted.
	"Thought you could defend the house, eh, boy?" the man, who suddenly
looked excessively monstrous to the blonde on the floor, cackled
sinisterly.  "Soon as I get rid of you, I'll have my pickings of the
whole house."  He aimed the pistol straight at Jonny's head.
	The boy did not move, for he was in a strange sort of stupor.  The man
talking to him seemed to be floating in midair.
	Maureen lifted the latch on Muffin's kennel.  The gloved finger of the
burglar slowly began to pull back on the trigger, when a low, ominous
snarl stopped him.
	He spun around and faced the grim danger of an infuriated Rottweiler.
	Muffin lunged for the thief and pinned him instantly, her fangs bared
and oozing saliva onto his shirt.  A fierce bite to his face yielded
from him a scream, then unconsciousness.  The dog prepared to mutilate
him further when Maureen's high-pitched voice interrupted her attack.
	"Muffy, here Muffin, wanna treat?" she cried sappily.  Muffin dove off
of the enemy and trotted proudly over to her mistress.  Maureen fed her
a treat and pat her on the head.  Muffin licked her face.  "Good girl,
good girl," she giggled.
	"Come on and help me, Muffy, let's get this bad old man into your
kennel to hold him until Mommy and Daddy come here."  Maureen grabbed
his hand and dragged him towards the kennel, with Muffin pushing him
along too with her head. 
	When the would-be thief was a tangled heap inside the kennel and it had
been securely bolted, Maureen sauntered over to her babysitter, who was
lying on the floor, knocked senseless.
	"Jonny?" she inquired, looking at him expectantly.
	When he did not move, Maureen did the only thing that she could
remember to do in an emergency: cry.
	"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.
	Luckily, her parents arrived home a few minutes later and found an
interesting scene: their babysitter lying unconscious on the floor,
their daughter screeching her lungs out, Muffin howling beside her young
mistress, and a bloody, unconscious man stuffed inside their dog kennel.
	"Whatsa matter, Poopsie?" Maureen's mother squealed, dashing over to
her sobbing daughter.
	"I don't know what's wrong with Jonny!" she blubbered.
	Maureen's mother stood and hurried over to their babysitter and shook
him gently.  "Jonny...Jonny?"
	"I'll call the police!" Maureen's father volunteered.  He hurried off
into the kitchen to the phone.
	
	The police arrived soon after.  Jonny had been moved to the couch and
had a cold compress on his eye, which was rapidly swelling and turning
purple.  Maureen was being questioned when one of the officers
interrupted, "He's coming to!"
	A hazy fog of people staring at him apprehensively met Jonny.  He
jumped in fright, then sat up dazedly once he realized where he was. 
"Oh," he said groggily to Maureen's mother, "I jumped him when he was
going to hurt the dog, and-"
	"That's okay, Jonny, it's gonna be okay," she soothed.  He lay back
down again and tiredly answered the officers' questions.
	When the police had satisfied themselves with sufficient information,
Jonny rolled onto his side and went to sleep.

	"Oh, Jonny, are you alright?" an Indian male's voice asked all too
soon.  Jonny woke up in his bed.  Jessie, Hadji, Race, Dr. Quest, Mrs.
Evans, and Bandit were looking at him anxiously.  
	"Yeah, I guess so...How'd I get here?  I remember being at Maureen's
house, and..." he trailed off.
	"Yes, the police informed us of the night's goings-on.  We're very
sorry you got hurt, but that man is in jail and pretty soon you'll be
needed in court as an eye witness," Dr. Quest informed him.
	Race gritted his teeth.  "Wish I got a whack at ‘im," he muttered.
	Jessie rolled her eyes at her father's instinctive violent ideas. 
"Well, today you just take it easy, alright?"
	"Jeez, I only have a black eye for crying out loud," he yelped,
exasperated.  "It's not like I got a head injury!"
	"But Jonny," Hadji pointed out, "you did in fact get a head-"
	"You know what I mean, Hadj," Jonny crabbed.
	"Sorry."
	"What I really want, is last night's pay so I can go to the movies or
something."
	"That's the good news, son!" Dr. Quest blurted.  "When Maureen's family
found out exactly what happened, they were thrilled that you took such a
risk to save their Rottweiler, and..."
	"You got a BIG tip!" Jessie exclaimed, grinning.  She handed Jonny a
thick wad of bills.
	Jonny counted them up and a huge smile nearly split his face.  "A
hundred bucks!  Yeah!" he clamored joyously.
	
	Two weeks later, Jessie fell sick.  And, you guessed it, she had a
babysitting job that night.  "Jonny," she wheedled, "can you pleeease
take my job?  Please?"
	"Ask Hadji!" he retorted, extraordinarily annoyed that she had the gall
to make such a request.
	"He's in Bangalore, silly!"
	"Aw, man!" whined Jonny.  At last, he succumbed to Jessie's coaxing,
and he grunted reluctantly, "Oh, all right."
	"Thanks, Jonny!  You're the best!"  Jessie croaked.  
	Her friend sighed and went upstairs to get ready.

	"Hi, I'm Jonny Quest, Jessie's friend.  She's sick," he introduced
himself at the door.
	"Ah yes, Jonny," a tall, gray-haired man answered.  "Come on in. 
Jessie called before about you."
	Jonny entered uneasily, clutching in his pocket his Backpacker II Swiss
Army Knife, a miniature explosive, as well as an assortment of other
pocket-sized weapons.  
	"This is Cathy."  A four-year old girl with blonde ringlets emerged
from a hallway, smiling sappily and clutching a sticky red lollipop.  
	"Hey, Cathy," Jonny smiled, squatting down to eye level with her.  "Are
we gonna have fun tonight?"
	She nodded.
	"What do you want to play?"
	Cathy's bright blue eyes shone with joy.  "Barbies!"

	THE END

Questions, comments, coconut creme pies, ponies, or money?  Send ‘em
here!  darksentinel@geocities.com

					--D.S.

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