Up On Yer 'Unkers, Whelp!
The Musical

Chapter One: The Birth of a Great Idea

(This is written for me mate, Bad Luck Bree. The line is one that she uses for Jimmylegs, and it's just so… JimmylegsyI had to make it into a musical. XD This is going to be a multi-chaptered ficciemajigger.)

Disclaimer: Bree owns the line, yo!

It was a dark and stormy night, and the crew of the Flying Dutchman was slaving away.

The crack of a whip, a cry of pain, and then-

"Up on yer 'unkers, whelp!"

Ah, it seems Jimmylegs is sticking closely to his regular dark-and-stormy-night routine- tormenting as many of his crewmates as possible.

"I said- up on yer 'unkers, whelp!" Another whip crack, and another sound of protest from- who's this, now?

Ah, Hadras.

"But I'm already 'up on me 'unkers', whatever those are!" Hadras whined. Then he paused, and added thoughtfully, "What are unkers, anyway?"

Jimmylegs stared at Hadras for a while, then shrugged. "Beats me. But that's beside the point. Now- git back to work!"

He cracked his whip at Hadras again, and Hadras yelped.

"Since ye love that bloody line so much, why not make a bloody musical 'bout it?" Hadras muttered to himself as he began to slink away.

"Wot did ye just say?"

Hadras pretended not to hear Jimmylegs and kept walking.

He was then jerked back by a sharp tug on his throat; Jimmylegs had skillfully struck out with his whip, wrapping it around Hadras's throat. "I asked wot ye just said!"

"Er… um… I love you?" Hadras wheezed.

"Tell the truth!"Jimmylegs roared, tugging cruelly on the lash.

"Isaidifyebloodylikethatbloodylinesomuchyeshouldmakeabloodymusicalaboutit!" Hadras gasped out.

Jimmylegs slowly let the lash fall from Hadras's throat. "A musical, eh?"

Hadras turned to flee.

"Nonononono! C'mere!" Jimmylegs ordered.

Reluctantly, Hadras walked back over to Jimmylegs.

"I like yer idea, so I'm goin' ta use it!" Jimmylegs beamed. "An', as a special treat, ye get one o' the lead parts!"

"Me? B-but I don' wan' to!" Hadras sounded ready to cry.

"Well, tha's too bloody bad, now, isn't it, whelp?"

"But-"

"Ah!"

"But-"

"Ah!"

"But-"

"Ah! Ye'll be in the play, or I'll strip all the flesh from yer back, fry it up with eggs, and make ye eat it!"

Hadras pulled a face. "Ew. All righ', I'll join!"

"Tha's wot I thought." Jimmylegs grinned, showing freakishly pointed teeth. "Now, ye're goin' to 'elp me recruit the others."