If anyone knows me… which is little to none; then they know I'm always found doing basically LoZ fanfics. HOWEVER, I do find my self engrossed in the comical series of the League of Super Evil; and decided that, being as Dr. Frogg is my favorite character, will do a fanfic on him. Why? CAUSE HE'S AWESOME!!!!!! Rock out!

Disclaimer: This comical series is not owned by me at all, and the creator + YTV are the ones who own this series. This is only and only alone fan based.

"Alright then men, back to the base!" cried out the tiny Voltar, having yet again got what he needed. A multifunctional, evil addition cyber clock; with glow in the dark face that had a small skull in the middle. Of course, this clock wasn't just the average clock. It did much more; such as disable any electrical device in a 10km radius, whether powered by outlet or by battery. It also had a special brain dissolver that turned weak minded people into the perfect slave, and a laser that could puncture through three solid metal doors.

Truly, this was quite the clock; and if in the wrong hands, all would be doomed. But sadly, it was in the wrong hands for evil; and this one in a life time special prize was to be wasted telling the time for a "villainous" man not even taller then the basic ten year old. No, for Voltar; leader of the group known as the League of Super Evil or L.O.S.E., was after this clock only for the ability to figure out time late at night. And though while no one said anything of this four member team; only one felt that such a device was going to be wasted yet again on something not even worth being seen as a minor threat. Docktor Frogg, the ingenious mechanic of the group, once again placed a metallic hand on his face, shaking his head in disappointment as they rushed away from the Rotten Core Technologies Store. If it were he the one holding this powerful clock, he would do much, much more. Such as begin taking over Metrotown, and then moving his way up. Or even adding more to this clock so it could do twice the damage it was made for.

But, alas, he'd likely never get the chance. And as they finally arrived home to their lair, he knew that once again; something would happen that would soon lead to the destruction of the device. Or worse, further misuse of the powerful device. The tiny villain slowed, beginning to build up in laughter as he lifted his arms into the air. Dr. Frogg just shook his head, wishing that for once Voltar wouldn't take this so seriously. It wasn't as though he was going to use the clock for anything truly evil, even if technically he cheated to get the clock. Ah, okay; maybe he did some evil… but still; such a good clock wasted! He shook his head, trying to keep his cool as best as possible as they headed inside. Maybe a good time or two in his evil lab could cheer him up… and if he was lucky, Voltar might just get bored with the clock and toss it aside. Giving our villainous friend here the chance to play with it a little.

"Ah, this is true evil! A clock that glows in the dark! Now, I can read the time in the day AND at night! And best of all, Steve doesn't have one! Mwahahahaha!" cackled Voltar, once again raising his arms as he turned to the open window that "happened" to be open at this time. The same window that was across from their next door neighbor, Steve.

"I don't care" was all he replied, though Voltar would ignore it. He always did, and even if he noticed it at all; his twisted mind would assume that Steve was "lying" and only said that to try and make it seem as though he didn't care.

"Red Menace!" he cried out, as the large, red haired man stood straight and tall. "Take this clock and hang it… mm, over there!" he pointed towards the empty space of one of the walls, as Red Menace agreed and did as he was told.

Dr. Frogg, as he grew further and further away from the living room, could hear Voltar babble on about moving the clock more left, then right, and so forth. And it wasn't even until he was just about halfway towards his lab that he heard a loud crash and shatter, followed by the angry shouts of Voltar asking Red why he may have turned the clock this way and such. Well, so much for updating the clock. Oh well, he could build one himself… but not now. Now, he had other important business. One that was quite important to Dr. Frogg. Growing closer and closer, he arrived at his evil laboratory, going into the dark space and switching on the lights. There, before him sat his newest invention. Bringing quite the evil laugh to the now cheered up Docktor. He raised his arms slowly into the air, soon finished with his laugh as he rubbed his metallic hands together. Cooing to himself silent yeses as he grew closer and closer to the machine.

"Now I can finally complete what might be my greatest invention ever!" he cried out, carefully lifting the device into the air. "My Black Box of Doom with soon be complete! And then…" he paused, holding the box close to him, "I can take over the world!!! Ah hahahahaha!" he laughed, holding his special Black Box of Doom above him. The box that was meant to sent a bomb straight to the earth's core and stop rotating the Earth.

However, soon it would be destroyed and once again; his bad luck would kick in. For, it was another visit from their good ole' pan-dimensional pup, Doomageddon, which would, as he always did, attack Dr. Frogg to pass the time by. With a flash, and a small snarl he leaped upon Dr. Frogg, tearing at him and causing all sorts of chaos in his lab. It was quite the mess, and soon by the time Doomageddon was done, the lab was turned up side down. With a battered Dr. Frogg under the turned over table, whimpering ows and ohs as the proud Doomageddon took the Black Box of Doom and swallowed it in one gulp. Complete, and now feeling hungrier from his snack of Dr. Frogg's invention, he went off to get himself a proper, food snack. Leaving Dr. Frogg to his business of cleaning up the lab. If he could get up, that is.

"That… is… it!" he demanded, slamming his hands upon their coffee table. Red and Voltar, having been flipping through the channels tried to see past Dr. Frogg.

"Hay Frogg, get out of the way! I'm missing the shows!" Voltar whined, hopping up onto the couch and pointing his finger at him. Of course, Dr. Frogg would ignore this. And Red, well, he didn't seem to care all that much about the TV and paid attention to Frogg. Being the polite type he was.

"Listen Voltar, I know I have said this hundreds of times before but Doomageddon is really making it hard for my inventions." he explained, standing up straight as Voltar seemed to ignore him and continued to try and see past him. "And while I don't really hate Doom, well okay; I do. A lot, but anyways… well, I think we should really tie him up or something… or, I don't know, make some sort of gadget that can't allow pan-dimensional creatures escaping by teleporting," he asked, "because yet again; I lost another invention and I really nearly had a perfect, evil plan to rule the wor- I mean help you rule the world." He corrected, remembering how at this time, he was working for Voltar and usually the evil mechanic/gadget creator never was meant to rule the world. He was supposed to help, to his dismay.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just, you know, move." Voltar waved, now practically climbing onto the mad scientist. Red, however, being more of the "easily manipulated lovable lunk that helped everyone" seemed to feel for Dr. Frogg, and standing up turned off the TV to try and help.

"Come on Voltar, I think Frogg really is mad. I mean, usually when you climb on him when he blocks the TV you are trying to see; he falls over. But look, he's actually holding his ground." He pointed out, though it ended up having Frogg realize what he was doing. Leading yet again to him falling down as soon as Voltar was nearly on his head.

"Hmm, you do have a point Red Menace. Okay, Frogg, what is the problem. And make it fast! I have evil television to watch." He demanded. With a sigh, and a quick dusting of his pants, he went on about what the problem was.

"Now, I know that Doomageddon is a valuable member of our team… but I mean, he is always attacking me. And eating me… ugh, that isn't fun you know. It isn't nice in there, I can tell you that. But while though those times I somewhat ignored… as best I can… I'm really getting annoyed now. Voltar, can we please put him into some sort of special box or attach something to him so he can't teleport into my lab. At least when I'm making a new invention?" he asked, wishing that he had not had the… accident. At least then he could cross his fingers in hopes that Voltar would say yes. But alas, he couldn't.

"Well… I don't know. Might need a lot of money for something like that but..."

"Say no more Voltar!" cried Dr. Frogg, who was off a moment and back the next with an odd looking collar. Black, and designed with their logo; he nearly went into his fit of evil laughter if it wasn't for Voltar interrupting him.

"Okay, so what is that?" he asked, crossing his arms and tapping his feet.

"This, well, this is what I call the 'Non-teleportation collar'. You see, I've been somewhat studying Doomageddon and how he teleports, and I think I finally figured out how to keep it so he can't," he explained, "it makes it so that when he even makes an attempt to teleport, he gets a small shock of electricity which then keeps him from getting anywhere!" he went on, laughing a little as he seemed to elaborate on "small". Large was the better term, a way for revenge against Doomageddon and his bothers. But, why say it? Voltar wouldn't care, and he didn't want to worry Red too much.

One would assume that Voltar thought about the collar and whether to use it or not… but being the little idiot he was, already had the answer.

"Fine fine, let's try it out. If it means getting you out of the way of the TV, I really don't care" he went on, quickly grabbing the collar as he made his way over to Doomageddon. A sleep and unaware of the situation, he was awoken by the feeling of Voltar putting the collar on him. Confused, at first, as to why it was on. Moving around a little to get a good look.

With a laugh, Dr. Frogg yet again ran off, returning soon with a large, juicy steak. This was going to be his test, and if it was successful; Doomageddon was going to get quite the unpleasant surprise. Having two of his favorite things; food to eat and Dr. Frogg himself to pounce on, he gave a loud whistle. Easily grabbing everyone's attention, but especially Doomageddon's. Who, already began to slobber at the double prize before him. With a grin, he leaned back. Rushing forwards to get a good pounce on Frogg before taking the steak. But he had to slow as soon as Frogg was in the bathroom with the door closed. Avoiding the unpleasant crash into the door. Still, didn't make it any harder, or so Doomageddon thought. As soon as his body glowed to begin his teleportation, a small beep went off from the collar. Followed, by an even brighter glow from Doomageddon. Whom shook in his spot from the electricity. Shaking for some time, Dr. Frogg came out of the bathroom. An evil smirk on his face as he watched the small, pan-dimensional pup shake about from the volts of energy coursing through him.

"It works!" he laughed, building it into a cackle of evil. Voltar didn't exactly care to notice, his attention on TV again with his body slumped into the couch. But Red stood there, a little worried that Doomageddon was going to be hurt from the electroshock collar. After a minute or two, it finally stopped. Doomageddon, feeling defeated slowly slinked back to his bed.

"Oh, I dunno, Dr. Frogg. Poor Doom didn't seem alright with that small shock, you sure it can't be something… less painful?" he asked, wincing a little when he mentioned pain. Just the sight of seeing Doomageddon being electrocuted pained Red a little.

"Nope; not possible. The only way I could make something that wouldn't hurt him would have to involve a fancy metal called Antirium and well, that is a very rare metal… it would cost me oh-"

"No! No, we are not buying anything, it's fine." Waved Voltar, as Dr. Frogg expected. Knowing that Voltar was cheap… well, the cheapest of all of them when it came to anyone but him wanting something; Dr. Frogg didn't even need to make up the "rare metal that was expensive" to get Voltar to say no. To start, he likely had the supplies already needed to make a collar that wouldn't hurt Doom; and second he could have easily stated a pencil was needed, and Voltar would say no. As long as he had an excuse to why he couldn't make the second collar, it would all be good. And since Red and Voltar were idiots, including Doom more animal then equal to an actually person; he could easily make up anything and not have the two think about it. Hell, he could say the world was made of cheese, find "proof" to this, and have those two eating grass, thinking it was their favorite cheese.

But, no. They were his friends, even if Voltar bugged him constantly with his idiot ideas and "attempts at evil". And besides, now that Doom was incapitated; he had important business. Like rebuilding his Black Box of Doom. Rubbing his hands together, he stalked off. Glad that finally, the day was turning good for Docktor Frogg.

It took most of the night for Frogg, and though likely he'd sleep through the day; it was worth it. The final touches were added, and there seemed to be no troubles. Doom couldn't get in… though he tried. But all that did was have the teleporting dog electrocute himself, and when he realized it was pointless to teleport, he tried breaking down the door. But Frogg was prepared for that too, a door that was so strong, not even Red Menace to break in. And, Red was quite strong. He yawned again, lifting his goggles to rub an eye before putting them back on. He was just fine tuning it now; since of course he wouldn't want something to go horribly wrong. And he really wanted to make sure nothing slipped by him. It was the biggest cause to his bad luck. Like that time with Lair-y, when he should have made it so that no one BUT Voltar could touch his bike. Or when he meant to make it so that he could have clones to do his biding, but forgot to make it so that the clones were dumber than them and willing to do their biding. Not because he was an idiot… but his horrid luck to get caught up in something else or to suddenly have it "slip his mind" that he should add this or add a button and so forth. Though, he has done stupid things in his life… hell, everyone has. He shuddered at the "space and ladder" incident, and reminded himself to never go up there ever again.

He heard small tap of hands on the metal behind him, and he stiffened. A snarl followed, as slowly Dr. Frogg turned around. He prayed that his lack of sleep this night may have caused him to fall a sleep now, and he was only dreaming it. Dreaming that Doomageddon had found a way into his lab. Which, whether was real or not, was now holding the collar he had just made in its mouth. He stepped back, putting his hands in front of him as he realized that, if it was a dream or not, he didn't want to take the chance. Doomageddon seemed mad, grinning an evil smirk as he tossed the collar into the air and swallowed it whole. A form of demonstration to what Dr. Frogg may get. And, it seemed, that maybe he wouldn't get out this time. Swallowing a gulp of air, he laughed a little, as though he was trying to make it seem as though there were no problems.

"Nice Doom… good Doom, you wouldn't try to kill Dr. Frogg, would you? I mean, you did some things… I did some things… we both did things, no hard feelings right? I mean… I'll get you some steak, and you can eat all you want. As much as you want…" and on and on he went, trying to give something, anything that would replace his violent pounding. But Doom was set on attacking Dr. Frogg, and as soon as he saw Doomageddon leaning back on his legs, it was over.

A small eep slipped from his lips as he was sent to the ground. Shrieks of horror and pain from his room as Red, passing by, stopped to listen on. He couldn't exactly figure out WHAT was going on, but it didn't sound nice. Loud bangs and shatters, heavy objects hitting the ground and even clucks of chickens with cats crying out came from the room. Doomageddon's snarls and growls came at intervals as Dr. Frogg constantly begged for mercy throughout the entire incident. It seemed to go on forever, and Red was somewhat worried that maybe he really should go in there. But, it stopped; and soon Doom teleported out. Walking off satisfied for what he did. Red watched, turning back to the door as it slid open. And there stood Dr. Frogg, crooked all over, clothes torn and even a few teeth chipped.

"I don't think I was dreaming." He suddenly said, before falling forwards with a thud.

"I just don't understand!" he cried out, having after fixing himself up and going to the evil dentist to try and repair up some teeth, gone off to the neighborhood park to relax. "I mean, I really think I could do some evil that would shake the world! But… I'm not exactly that… lucky, about this kind of stuff. You know, I'm one of the unluckiest super villains out there… and then there's the fact that there's always something dangerous and… and I already lost my hands and my chin! I don't want to loose anything else! Right?" he asked, turning to little Suzy Perkins. Who, at this time looked to Dr. Frogg with quite an amount of fear and confusion. He did just walk over to her and start confessing his problems.

"Um… I don't know what you're talking about, mister" she tried to say, but Frogg had been too busy sighing to hear, and was soon back to his rambles.

"If I were luckier and not so scared of trouble… I could really do damage! But, it's not like I can just… invent a Luck giving device or something to make… someone… brave…" he stopped, putting a metallic claw under his metal chin as he thought about it. Could he just build himself a luck giving device and something that could make him braver? He never really dabbled on the thought… but now that he was, maybe it was a good idea. With a grin, he hopped up. Grabbing Suzy's hands and shaking it before running off. Leaving her dazed and quite confused.

Running back home, Dr. Frogg rushed to his lab. Ignoring Red Menace, who asked if he was okay now. He had busy work to do, and he wanted to get a start on it. Looking about his lab, he thought deep and hard as he wondered where to start first. Should he do the Luck device, or the brave booster? Thinking about it, he decided Luck. At least if he had luck, there wasn't going to be the bad luck that he'd fail with the brave booster. But just before he started… he decided to get a camera. This was going to be one of the biggest inventions he was ever going to do. Might as well record it all. Carefully setting up the camera, he moved about. Clearing his voice and such as he sat before the camera… then stood up again.

"Is this thing on… oh wait, okay. The red button is on, good…" he paused, sitting back down in front of the camera as he adjusted his appearance a little. "Alright… hello, this is Dr. Frogg… two Gs, not one. And, I think I may as well record what I'm doing… because I am creating ah… oh wait! Red and Voltar are still here, and Doomageddon too. Okay, okay gotta get them to leave before I do anything. They can't know this, especially not Doom. He'll ruin it all!" he quickly ran off from the camera, though it was still rolling. Thereby catching the voices of the others, too. Even if they were faint.

"Hay, uh, Voltar?" Frogg asked, standing before the others though the camera did not see this.

"Ah! What did I say about the TV, Frogg!" Voltar snapped, though yet again Frogg ignored this

"Listen… um… hmmm……" he paused, thinking deep and hard on what to say, "Oh! I heard there is this new evil device that can destroy things like an entire skyscraper and… and it can also teleport you anywhere and it also… um..." he could see Voltar growing testy, and knew he had to think of something. He knew Voltar, he liked things that were pointless to being evil but would be seen as "evil" to him. "It ALSO has a built in DVD player that also plays VCRS!" he added in, now grabbing Voltar's attention.

"Really? A DVD player that plays VCRS, hmm? Well then; TEAM! We must go get this… this… what is it called?" he asked.

"Ah, um… the Destroyer… Teleporter… Player?" he asked, too much of in a rush to actually get in a logical idea for once. The more he thought about it, the more stupid this idea was. Destroyer Teleporter Player? What was he thinking! And how would Voltar find it? The things didn't even exist! He'd likely be back as soon as he checked the Rotten Core Technologies Store and maybe the mall too; and then what? That would never be enough time! Besides, it all sounded ridiculous, Voltar would never believe it.

"Alright then! We must get the Destroyer Teleporter Player! No matter how many stores we look at, we must find it at all cost!" he cried out, to the shock of Dr. Frogg that it worked. With that, the three; being Doomageddon, Red Menace and Voltar, rushed to the door. Red stopped and looked back to Frogg, who just stood there.

"Aren't you coming?" he asked, reminding Frogg that he also needed the excuse to why he couldn't leave.

"Oh, well… um…" he paused, suddenly getting an idea as he lurched over a little. He groaned lightly, swaying a bit as he sat down on the couch. "Ugh… I think I don't feel so good" he stated, closing his eyes and groaning as he hoped this would work. Red walked over to Dr. Frogg to see if he was okay.

"You okay Frogg? I could stay if you want?" he asked, to the small dismay of Dr. Frogg.

"NO! It's okay… I think it's just one of those 24 hour bugs or something… I'll be fine, just a nap will help" he explained, lying down as he tried to show Red that he'd be okay on his own.

"Oh, I dunno Frogg. You sure? I mean, Voltar and Doomageddon could easily find the Destroyer Teleporter Player on their own. I don't mind trying to make you feel better!" he stated.

"No, I'll just ruin your day! It's okay, really. Go have fun, try to find it. Maybe you guys can get some pie as well" he added, hoping to sway Red into leaving. The maneuver of "you might get some pie as well" worked, and Red; taking a blanket and placing it onto Dr. Frogg, went back to the door. "I'll see you later then. Just get some sleep. When we're back, I'll make you my mom's famous chicken noodle soup!" he smiled, before closing the door.

Dr. Frogg laid there in silence a moment, waiting till he heard the car gone. Even waiting longer till near total silence filled the room. He frowned a little, sitting up as he looked to the door. In truth, he wasn't happy to have lied to Red; he was a good guy. And though being good was NOT the way to go for a villain, he was still a friend. He sighed, wishing he could tell him, tell them all. But… Doom might take the chance to have a reason to bother Dr. Frogg; and Voltar might get a little fickle on the idea… especially if he knew that this might lead to Dr. Frogg working on his own and likely out ranking him in evil. And Red… he'd understand likely, but he could never keep a secret. Not that he was bad at keeping them, but he was a horrible liar and could never keep something big and important from others without feeling bad. No… this was going to be his, little secret. He looked at the clock, realizing that he had only so much time before they would stop looking all over Metrotown and head back angry and confused with Dr. Frogg. He carefully picked the blanket up, preparing the couch so that when they would return; he could hop back onto it and make it seem as though he never left.

"Ugh… all of this lying really is making me feel sick" he sighed, heading back to his room to continue his video.

He was surprised to have seen them gone for so long, and though he wasn't even close to the actual invention, he was nearly done with all the schematics and occurrences that might create luck. He had to make sure it was utterly perfect; so much that he even had a way to return back to normal ever he actually grew tired of being lucky. Now, that was likely to not occur; but… he could also use it as a way to get rid of other's luck, too. And that would be some good, evil fun. A loud, familiar horn went off as he realized they were back. Hurrying about, cloaking all he had and hiding everything away; he rushed to the couch. Hopping into the blanket, flipping the TV on and laying there in what would look like an "I was here for a while, and just watching TV and stuff" position. He also quickly rustled his hair, making it a mess so to make it seem as though he had slept. The door opened with a slam, and he flinched. Lowering the volume and turning to his friends as he saw Voltar storm in mad. Red, looking a little worried, seemed to try and calm him down.

"I can't believe it! Fifty stores, and not one of them had the Destroyer Teleporter Player!" he snapped, stopping to see Frogg looking at them. "YOU!" he snapped, running over and glaring at him. "YOU said there was a Destroyer Teleporter Player… where is it where is it where is it!?" he snapped, hopping up and down as Red, suddenly picked him up the little leader.

"Common Voltar, don't bother Dr. Frogg. He isn't feeling well and I bet he just made a mistake, right?" he asked, Dr. Frogg nodding his head up and down.

"Well, I'm feeling a little better… but, oh darn it! I realized it was coming out in Europe. Oh, I'm sorry Voltar, I must have forgotten" he stated, his face turning red. Not from embarrassment though, but from worry that they would see through his lie.

"Uh, whatever! Just make sure you remember the next time you state something, okay!? Now get off my couch!" he demanded, and snapping his fingers had Doomageddon willingly slam the couch. Sending Frogg off and into the wall. He groaned a little, sliding down as he laid there. Voltar busy with the TV as Doomageddon lay down to nap.

Red, however, walked over to Dr. Frogg and picked him up. Taking him off to his bed he rarely used and laying him down.

"Now you just get some rest, Frogg. I'm gonna get to making that soup right now!" he smiled, walking off. Dr. Frogg trying to tell him that he was feeling better, though Red was likely to insist that he still rest before getting up.

"Huh... there goes my "Hunter vs. Prey" marathon" he mumbled, realizing he'd likely be stuck in bed for the rest of today. And it still was just the start of the afternoon.

This pattern of lying to get them out and working on his project had slowly become quite often. And not only that, but he actually skipped out on most of Voltar's plans, finding all sorts of reasons to why he had to miss them. Usually, he stuck with things that meant him not feeling upright, like saying he had been very sleepy from an all-night project and was too tired to do anything. Or that the last pork chop in the freezer was a little bad, and that he was "certain he was going to throw up". And though the three easily fell for this, Voltar was finally noticing that it became a habit, and was wondering if Dr. Frogg was actually lying. Sitting in the car, he drove in silence. Dr. Frogg beside him as usual as, finally, he had no logical lie for once to explain his reasons of escape. He'd make a list later, and mark off the ones he already did. Arriving to the store for grocery shopping, Voltar had a little idea of his own. Wanting to get alone with Red Menace to discuss things about Frogg.

"Doom and Dr. Frogg… you guys get the canned and boxed food. Red and I will get the… the not canned or boxed food. We meet up in lane four!" he stated, laughing manically.

"Aw! Why do I have to go with Doom?" he asked, looking to the hellhound with worry as he already could see Doom excited about being alone with Dr. Frogg.

"Because I said so, now team! Move out!" he snapped, and with that Red and Voltar were off. Leaving Dr. Frogg to be, soon, dragged away by Doomageddon screaming.

Red was running with the car, Voltar inside and was ready to try and do the shopping fast. But suddenly, he was demanded to be stopped by Voltar, and said that this was the perfect place to discuss things.

"Discuss what?" asked Red.

"To discuss Frogg. Now, I know that likely, with all the shocks and running into trees and being crushed and being burnt or exploded and being run over and being tossed and being shaken and being utterly destroyed at times… huh… likely has its affects… but is it just me, or Frogg is acting weird?" he asked.

"Um, nope. He always acts like that" Red replied, unaware of what Voltar meant.

"No, Red, I mean weirder than usual. You know, the "I think I ate bad pork" or the "late night projects I'm too tired stuff"? When ever has Frogg actually being stopped by stuff like that?" he asked, making quite the point. This was a first to see Frogg actually being stopped by things like sleepiness; and for someone who continued doing a plan once activated, even after a huge jolt of electricity; than why would sleep suddenly stop him?

"Well, I dunno. Maybe it's all caught up, you know? Like, finally his body can't take it any more and if he continues, he could die or something… wow, that kind of sounded bad there…" Red frowned, realizing what he just said. And, afraid he was true, worried for Frogg's life.

"Naw! He's been crushed by an anvil before, Red. Why would sleepiness kill him?" he asked, looking to Red confused.

"Well, I heard if you don't sleep for over seven days, I think, you can die" he stated; a bit proud to know something. Even if he was supposed to know about evil and sleep deprivation.

"Uh, no. I don't think it's that. Seriously, something is up with Frogg… and not a good thing either…" he paused, gasping as he turned to Red. "I know the problem!" he cried out, Red leaning in.

"What, what is it!?" he asked.

"Frogg… is loosing his evil touch! I knew it! He's finally done it, gone to his peak and is crashing down fast! But he doesn't want us to worry… oh, Red Menace! We must do something! What if Frogg suddenly can't build gadgets? No more evil gadgets… no more evil plans… no more… more evil!" he cried out, worrying as Red frowned. "We have to help! Hurry Red, get everything we need! Dr. Frogg's evil is at the utmost importance at this time!" he demanded, and with that the two were off. Going twice as fast to get all they needed.

"Okay… seriously, it's been a week since I've actually gotten back to my invention. And no, it's not because I forgot or anything… Voltar is really becoming annoying. He keeps on taking me off to these… random places to do evil things or stuff; and Red keeps on crying and patting my shoulder's as though I'm about to die or something. Even Doom isn't attacking me as often… I swear, I have to stop using the illnesses as an excuse. I think they think I'm dying… and that's going a little too far" he explained to the camera, finally getting away from them with an "I wanna do an evil invention excuse". "Luckily for me, I just need to add the bad luck button and good luck button; and since the ice cream man is here… and those three fighting to get the best ice cream pops; I'm going to finish it all right here and now!" and with that, he was off to work.

The addition of the buttons and the final check over wasn't a big challenge. Tightening wires, making sure they were properly attached and, above most, not ready to explode, he was certain it was perfect. He could hear the group returning; and in a rush he decided it was now or never. Dangerous, as he really wanted to test it out. But he had a bad, bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that at some point, he'd be back to being busy. And who knows how busy Voltar would keep Dr. Frogg before ever gaining the chance to test it. Let alone, who could test it? With a sigh, he strapped the helmet on. Proud that he actually created something that didn't look like it was from the trash or made of crude parts like a water drainer or a metal bowl. It looked quite fancy… though made of parts he found around the place, and in some cases if it worked; Dr. Frogg thought of mass producing these and selling them for a profit. But not now, now was the time to see if his luck would change for once. And, if it did; well, than that would open a whole new world of evil for him, without the annoyance and troubles of his luck getting in the way.

With the press of a button, the helmet began to slowly charge. A smile arose from Frogg's lips as he listened on. At the charge in the helmet grew stronger, he notice that the helmet felt hotter and hotter. He worried it would suddenly burst into flames and son his head would be on fire, but he calmed himself.

"Just charging… forget it" he waved, listening on to be careful that Voltar and the others wouldn't suddenly enter.

The charge grew more powerful, and it all seemed to be that it would work. Evil laughter building up in him, he seemed ready to go into an evil cackle. And then, bang! Volts of electricity shot right through him, the poor Dr. Frogg tensing all over. His hair, having for many years naturally stuck up from those many times of electricity; spiked twice as much. He even jumped in the air, shaking about before the electricity stopped and fell to the floor. Smoke arose from him, as he coughed a bit. He had been use to this, and it wasn't going to be long before he was back up. Though… whether or not he was going to get back up, the electrocution of him by his helmet seemed to, sadly prove it was likely a dud. Slowly, and shakily he stood up. Taking the helmet and staring at it as he sighed.

"Oh well… I can try to fine tune it a little later. Right now…" he examined his reflection in one of his cleaner, polished inventions. Noticing that his clothes were yet again burnt and covered from head to toe in soot. "I need to really clean myself" he replied, and was off to the bathroom. Grabbing spare clothes to change into as he went to change

He would have taken a bath but… well; his claws weren't made for that. And so he always had to settle for using a wet towel to clean himself. It was never exactly fun… and quite bothersome to.

"One day, I'm really going to have to update these claws of mine. Seriously, I haven't had an actual, proper bath in years" he whined, though likely it would slip his mind. Done with cleaning himself as best as he could, he put on his clean pair of clothing. Just about to leave, when he felt a small lump in his pocket. "What's this?" he asked himself, digging a claw inside as, pulling it out, he found two pairs of twenty dollar bills. "Wow! Forty dollars, that's pretty lucky!" he stated, happy to have found this money.

And then it finally clicked. Lucky…? Had it actually worked!? He shoved the money back into his pocket, running off as he looked somewhere, anywhere for something that could prove his luck. He spotted Red playing with his action figures, Voltar eating an ice cream pop as Doomageddon napped in the corner. No one seemed to pay attention as Frogg ran about their lair, looking for something to prove his luck. Tossing old objects aside, and looking through large boxes he finally found something that, could prove his luck. He pulled out their old dart board, hanging it on the wall as Red finally took notice to Dr. Frogg's fidgeting about.

"Hay! That's the dartboard we bought for Voltar last year… or was it two years ago?" he asked, looking at Frogg to get the answer.

"I don't really remember… can you get me a long cloth?" he asked, stepping back to be certain it was hung properly.

"Why?"

"Because I want to try something out. I need to be blindfolded" he stated, adjusting the board as he was positive it was perfect.

Red, somewhat confused to why, did as he was told and came back soon with a cloth. He handed it to Frogg as he tied it around his eyes. He should have removed his goggles… but being a little stubborn about keeping them on as often a he could, put the cloth around them instead. He stepped back, using his claws to find where he was going before certain he was far enough.

"Okay, now pass me a dart" he stated, Red quickly grabbing one and carefully gave it to Dr. Frogg. It took some time for Frogg to get as proper grip on the small thing. Voltar finally took notice of this, and stared with confusion at the little show before him.

"Um… what are you doing Frogg?" he asked, watching as Frogg tried hard to hold the dart.

"I don't know… but it's kind of fun. It's like a party game!" Red laughed, smiling as he clapped his hands a little.

"Yes, that's what it is… now spin me around" he stated, being sarcastic a little as he suddenly felt himself being turned around and around violently. "That's enough! Stop the spinning!" he begged, as Red stopped and Frogg swayed. "Ugh… okay… if I am correct, I should toss this dart and have it hit Bullseye" he stated, turning around a little to try and make sure he was aiming at the board. "Or… someone will loose an eye" he added, as he leaned an arm back and launched the dart.

Now; the next events to occur would be something that seems impossible. As Dr. Frogg tossed the dart… which was aimed at poor Red by mistake, it bounced off the wall as soon as Red ducked. Hitting it and bouncing off it. Going across, it hit another wall, heading straight for Voltar as he jumped behind the couch. Chaos filled the room as the violent, flying needle went from one wall to the next; Frogg unaware of what was going on as he repeatedly asked "Did it hit the board yet?" Finally, though, it all slowed. The dart making a loud bop as it hit something. And, the two breathing in and out in relief, turned to Dr. Frogg. He lifted the blindfold from his eyes, looking around for the dart that, he assumed, was on the wall somewhere.

"Where's the dart?" he asked, looking to Voltar who had his shoulders hunched up, his hands in a fist and his body shaking angrily.

"It's over there on the board. What were you thinking, Frogg! You nearly had me killed!" he shouted, Frogg ignoring this to see his results. As he hoped… and even expected; smack middle. Perfect Bullseye.

"Wow Dr. Frogg, you seem luckier today. Usually, that dart always tends to end up on you or Voltar's butt when you try it… and that's with the blindfold off, too" he stated, rubbing his head a little as he looked to the board and to Dr. Frogg.

He was silent, his jaw hanging open as he stared at the dart board. It had worked… his helmet had actually worked. His bad luck was gone, just like that. And now, before him stood a whole new world. Full of finding loose money on the ground, getting the best and last of stuff in stores and, above most, no more running into trees or getting hurt all the time. He smiled to himself, his claws tapping against each other as he began to laugh. Voltar just stood there, arms crossed and still quite angry, while Red began to laugh too. Wondering what was so funny as Dr. Frogg laughed what may have been his most evilest laugh ever.

That night, Dr. Frogg insisted they eat out at Villaynes. Voltar, still steamed about the "dart" incident, didn't exactly feel like going out. And Red was up to his head in confusion to all of this. And that was a lot of confusion. Slowly, the sluggish car dragged along as Dr. Frogg continued to laugh a little. Voltar getting annoyed as he rolled his eyes.

"Listen Frogg… you are really acting weird; I mean seriously. What is with you?" he asked, looking to Dr. Frogg who calmed a bit and turned to Voltar.

"Oh, it's just… you know; I never been lucky and now I am. It just makes me so happy!" he cried out, smiling as they began to slow down in front of Villaynes. Red clapped a little, glad to be back as Dr. Frogg hopped out of the car and, holding his head up high, strut all the way into the restaurant. Voltar and the others followed behind.

Jules, busy with reading his reservation book was unaware of their arrival. And hearing Dr. Frogg clear his voice, looked up to see the four people he hoped to never come upon. Ever again.

"Oh no… it's you guys again" he grumbled, glaring at them. But mostly at Voltar, who he was actually surprised to see standing back. He would have assumed that it would be Voltar in front of him, and not Dr. Frogg.

"Yes, well… we would like a table for four, please" he asked, as though he was the top dog of the place. He looked at him with the same, annoyed look he had given them earlier. Shaking his head as he repeated what he said to villains like them.

"You do not have a reservation, you are not allowed in" he stated, ready to easily dispatch his Ninja Waiters on them.

"Ah, well; we would like a reservation for as soon as possible" he added, Red nodding his head as Voltar just stood there, quiet.

"Okay… well, if it'll keep you from destroying Villaynes… we have a spot for… thirteen years, would you like to freeze yourself for the wait?" he asked, praying that they would say no.

"Hm… I don't think we'll want to wait that long" he stated, tapping a claw on his chin. Voltar tugged on Frogg's shirt as he tried to lower him down to speak to him in quiet.

"Dr. Frogg, I am sorry to say but tonight I do not feel like doing much after your… dart fiasco. So, if you don't mind; can we go home?" he demanded, looking about the room as he hoped Frogg would listen.

"Just wait a second Voltar, I can get us a seat." Voltar groaned to this answer, Frogg turning back to Jules as he thought a moment. "What if… someone canceled today? Wouldn't that mean the slot was open?" he questioned, leaning in as Jules sighed, opening his book and looked through it.

"We don't seem to… oh, well. We did get a cancel… from the Line Master. Something about a new movie or such," he stated, "for about this time, actually." he added.

"And has anyone else taken the slot or asked for it yet?" questioned Dr. Frogg, raising an eyebrow as, he knew the answer.

Jules frown grew as he noticed that Dr. Frogg had a point. No one was smart enough to ask for the table, and Skullossus; whom usually took the tables that were canceled, wasn't going to come tonight. If he was, he would have been here by now. He sighed, taking four menus as Dr. Frogg straightened his tie.

"Right this way… monsieur's" he spoke distastefully, leading the four to the table.

"Wow Dr. Frogg, that was pretty cool!" Red stated, amazed that for once it was easier than just going through some long, detour to break in.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. So Dr. Frogg realized there was the chance someone wouldn't be here… who cares" Voltar snarled, leaning on an elbow as a Ninja Waiter drew closer to their table to take their drink orders.

"Aw, common Voltar. Cheer up; I'm paying for this night out, just relax and have fun" he smiled, asking for the most expensive drinks they could order. And, though Voltar wanted to feel sore about the incident earlier, he had to admit. He was excited to taste their food again… and it seemed to be that Dr. Frogg had ordered for some champagne. Something that Voltar never was allowed to have, or rather; couldn't have due to his height and many assuming he was a little boy.

"Mm, maybe you are right, Frogg. Okay… to night, we'll enjoy this evil dinner!" he shouted, laughing as the waiter returned with the bottle and four glasses.

The next day was a massive grog of headaches and hangovers. Or, at least for Red and Voltar. Dr. Frogg had actually known when to stop drinking, and well. Doomageddon wasn't the type to be affected by a four bottles of alcohol. So, while those two walked out, full and their head straight; Red and Voltar stumbled out, singing some sort of sorry attempt for a song and thinking they were the best singers alive. A long drive home later, and a good nights sleep the next day started. Voltar and Red stumbling out with groans and the quick rush to the bathroom to try and clear their stomachs. Dr. Frogg came in a little later, having begun to actually plan his next device as he looked at the two. Both lying on the floor, with very unhappy faces. While Doom was outside, chasing some unlucky animals.

"Woah… what happened to you two?" he asked, rubbing his head as Voltar and Red slowly rolled their hears toward Frogg.

"Frogg… next time we go out, no champagne" Voltar stated, Red nodding his head as the two closed their eyes to try and sleep. Dr. Frogg stared at them a little surprised, before shrugging and heading back to his lab.

"I warned them, don't go drinking too much now. But no, no one listens to Dr. Frogg… the one with the words "Docktor" in his title" he mumbled, setting up his camera as he sat down before it.

"Okay… so it seems to be that my helmet as worked. I am now lucky, and so; with that I will begin my next invention, the Brave booster. That's not the final name, just so you know. It's just a sort of, well, temporary name to be used." He stood up again, shuffling about before he finally returned to the camera with two big blue prints. One was an outside design of the device, the other an inside schematics. "Now, I would do it as a sort of serum, but since I really should add a reversal; I plan to make a helmet that can do an injection that makes one brave and one that does the opposite. How, you ask? Well, chemicals of course! Knowing the human body, as well as basic animal functions; I will create a chemical that will get even a worm to want to challenge a bird. But it will be difficult, I can tell you that."

"You see, to create this chemical; I'm going to need a few things that may get Voltar's attention, and well… if I am going to get what I need, I might as well really plan ahead. Don't want to have it all fall through now" he explained. Rolling the blue prints up, he stood and moved towards the a blank wall, clicking a few spots as suddenly it slid open to reveal a secret closet. Carefully placing the blue prints into the hole, he closed it again. Making his way to the camera as he wanted to add one more note before trying to see if he could get Red and Voltar up and about.

"I also happened to realize that I might come upon some… problems, with Voltar, if ever I do leave. And… well, I have a bad feeling that Voltar won't be happy with me if I end up being far more evil than him. So I'm planning to add one extra function to my Brave Booster…" he paused, getting up and stopping the video. For a bit, he fidgeted with the camera and his computer; trying to transfer the data into a DVD. And, once that was done, he set the camera up again and turned it on.

"If you are watching this Voltar, Red Menace, Doomageddon; you did one of two things. You either did what you were told, watched this video and will understand what NOT to do. Or, you didn't," he paused, his face growing serious as he showed this was going to be grave, "and Voltar, your are really screwed now. You see, I decided after having our plans fail, and having you, that means you Voltar, wanting to do silly things like destroy lawn gnomes with dinosaurs or getting one zillion television channels just to impress some kids; I decided to try and… help myself, so that I may go and do evil that you tend to ignore. How? With the Luck Helmet, which has worked and the soon to be built booster. Now, I really should get to the point here, for this is important if you actually decided to listen to me for once and watch this when I tell you to. I plan to add something to the brave booster… something that occurs if you do the reverse. And, you must understand; if you decide to try and reverse this well… let's say you'll find yourself in Hell soon enough…"

Alrighty then; the first chapter up and ready! Yay! I love Dr. Frogg, seriously, and I mean. If I could, I'd do this as a fandom manga. But I can't… unless SOMEONE wants to try!?!?! Eh, ehh? Come on! : )