Make way for the newest animal hero from The Skunk Works -- Whiskers McFluffikins!
"The new cat will take care of that rat problem!"
Without anybody losing too much face, the two parties quickly came to an agreement: The rats would take anything they wanted from the kitchen, on the condition that Whiskers leave the house immediately and never come back.
Feeding time at the zoo
Unfortunately, Whiskers was too young to have ever heard of the game Pitfall, and thus had never learned how to successfully navigate a crocodile pit.
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me...
Later in life, Whiskers would never discuss his brief stint as a ship's cat, and more importantly, how he had survived for thirteen weeks adrift at sea after the wreck. The closest he would ever come was once remarking, "I never could have done it without the cook," while he was seen to lick his lips, apparently unconsciously.
The kitten, in the library, with the pipe wrench
Whiskers protested loudly and at length that he had been framed by the dastardly Colonel Mustard, but all the butler heard was a series of meows.
Pussy on a pole
Before he jumped, Whiskers had to stop and consider whether his new acquaintance really had his best interests in mind or not. While it was true that, as she said, cats always land on their feet, it was following her advice that had gotten him stuck up here in the first place.
I think you can figure out the dirty title for this one by yourself
Phase 1: Circumvent the "roosters only" rule and get entered into the cockfighting tournament - COMPLETE
Phase 2: Bet everything he had on himself to win, at 1000 to 1 odds - COMPLETE
Phase 3: Win the tournament - PENDING
Yes, that last bit had always been the weakest part of the plan, he reflected.
Catz n the Hood
It was Whiskers' misfortune that Skinny Joe of the South Side Bloods had put word out on the street just that morning that "some white cat" had burned him in a drug deal, and the bounty was three large.
Totally not inspired by every Pepé Le Pew cartoon ever made
One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small, but our princess is in another castle!
Too late, Whiskers comes to the realization that when he heard the two stoners begin to argue about whether peyote would affect a cat, he should have just gotten the hell out of there.
Originally I planned to do at least ten different scenes for Whiskers, but luckily before I got there I realized nine was the more appropriate number, for obvious reasons. So there you go. There is, however, this bit of apocrypha...
...which was built for one reason, and one reason only: because Other Shannon didn't believe I actually would. I avoid following the trends or fads or crazes that periodically sweep the Lego community (particularly on flickr) -- bandwagon jumping isn't my thing, I'd rather not build what everyone else is building. So when it was suggested by the good Mr. Sproule that Whiskers get his own custom Vic Viper for Novvember, he knew I wouldn't make one -- and since I knew he knew it, and he knew that I knew he knew it, and I knew that he knew that I knew he knew it... the logical outcome was that I had to make one. Ha! That'll show him! It doesn't pay to become too predictable.
So yeah...I LOT has happened while I was AWOL for a week. First of all is the fact that the builder with the most variety and self-invented themes - that'd be you - has made a VV! What is this world coming to...
Well, I think you're the only person who's built a Vic Viper for a cat rather than a minifig. Anyways, like everyone else said, excellent job on the builds. I can't really pick a favorite one, but you can really use SNOT to great effect!
I like it
Heather LEGO Girl
December 3, 2008
Back off Shaddix! I had dibs on him. Anyhoo.. I'll be checking back tomorrow night for Phipson's comment. That oughtta be good. You know this is great, I don't have to tell you that. ~Heather
So much that's worthy of comment, so little space to leave my remarks (but that's why God invented Flickr, right?). Stellar work as always, you animal abusing, dirty-minded, racist pig. Which reminds me, I don't think anyone's been offended on behalf of plastic animals yet, so I'll take up the call and give you your "skunk eye and the wagging finger of doom" for all the abuse that poor white pussy cat has had to endure. Shame on you!
Ok... I'm better now. You do realize of course (and I think I may have left a comment on one of Jordan's pages to this effect) that I was about to launch the adventures of Pat the shaved Pus... kitty. Well Thanks for scraping THAT idea! hahaha. I guess I'll just have to make it Benny the bald beaver or Kerri the Clam, or Torri the taco... look what you've done to me here! Ok then... I guess I'll just have to launch my next plan... muhahahaha. Thanks for the laugh! ~ Chris.
But if he knew that you knew, and you knew that he would know that you knew, then you would both know and the fact that you knew and he knew... you know? Ok... gotta laugh my (insert body part here) off for a sec... hang on... Be right back.
Referring to those lyrics in the main pic's summary, I LOVE THAT SONG!!! It's interesting to note that my methodical approach to making a MOC (which, btw, is grammatically correct; just ask Sean K.) is one thing to look at with different camera angles. Yours, however, always seem to have the opposite "There's this, then this, and don't forget this!" approach, and I commend you for such successful outcomes of it, this MOC being a prime example. P.S. I'm in a wordy mood right now :P