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. . . Okay! Here's a start! Poppy! @flamingoarts also... I can't draw flowers..- I hope this will do-
Can you do a fanfiction of dj lance as plexs father please
Here's kind of an intro mini-fic of when DJ Lance first came a father for Plex for you. Sorry for the long wait on such a short fic as I hadn't really been thinking about YGG lately, but I hope you enjoy regardless.
DJ Lance was lonely to say the least…Ever since Kimba had moved away to pursue her career in dance education and his parents’ passing, DJ Lance found himself eating TV Dinners alone every night when he came home from Gabbaland. Though he’d never admit it to the Gabbalings in fear of showing his more vulnerable, less cheerful side, DJ Lance was just as sad to leave Gabbaland as much as they were. All the music and friendship that filled the valleys just didn’t seem to extend to his home. Instead, DJ Lance often found himself blasting the news of MTV as his only company.
One evening, after he had packed up and made his way towards his house, he passed by a playground of kids playing with their parents; some on the swings while others taking turns on the slide. DJ Lance smiled slightly, as it reminded him of how he normally viewed the Gabbalings that he took care of. How they would frolic and play without a care in the world. Even though DJ Lance wanted so desperately to take them home as raise them as his own, he knew he couldn’t do that. They all had families of their own that loved them and cared for them, and Lance thought it was cruel to cut those ties.
That Saturday the Gabbalings had the day off from Gabbaland and decided instead of spend the day with their parents and siblings, giving Lance the chance to leisurely sip on the morning coffee, ignoring the sound of the television set as he flipped through the morning paper, casually passing by endless pages of comics, current events, and job postings, nothing in particular catching his eye until he turned towards the end. A large, yellow advertisement took up the entire page with bold letter P.L.E.X on top, referring to a silver robot with a rather rectangular frame.
P.L.E.X, the robot you could raise as your very own! Comes with its own batteries and several upgrading chips! Only $100 for the entire set! If interested, please mail the advertisement with your payment and your P.L.E.X will be at your doorstep within a few weeks!
The few weeks came and went as DJ Lance eagery waiting the large yellow box at the door. Once it arrived, Lance eagerly opened the door and put the pieces together, activating the first chip, and getting him to stand on his feet, figuring out how to turn him on. Re-Reading the instruction manual, DJ Lance eventually relied on the one thing that the Gabbalings had always admired in their so-called father figured.
“YOOOO GABBA GABBA!”
All of the sudden, the silver melted off the robot’s body as a bright, summery yellow replaced it, and its eyes finally opened, glowing curiously and somewhat expectantly at DJ Lance. Locking eyes with P.L.E.X. for the first time, DJ Lance smiled warmly, embracing him in a hug.
“Welcome to your new home….son”
Short Little Fic for Legendary Dream Nerd! Hope you enjoy.
Plex groaned as he tried to find the strength to sit up, his head spinning and his body feeling as if it could explode into a million pieces. It had all happened so quickly…one minute he was leaving the grocery store, the next he was lying on the bed, struggling to figure out where he was.
“How are we feeling?”, he heard a voice ask him, though unsure of who it belonged to, “We had to do some emergency surgery on you, I’m afraid. You’re going to be here for at least a couple more days in bed, plus some physical therapy for your new arm.”
New arm? What was he talking about? Plex groaned as he tried to move his arms, feeling his heart drop as he now realized that he only had one human arm. The left one was replaced by an entirely metal one, with yellow steaks on the sides. Trying to keep from throwing up, Plex lied back onto the pillow, his thoughts out of control.
“Plex? Oh thank god!” , he heard DJ Lance’s voice call out, alongside the other voice Plex didn’t recognize. Though, instead of it’s peppy and upbeat nature, DJ Lance’s voice sounded strained, almost as if it had been crying. “Dr. Jones, what happened to his arm?”
Plex tuned out of the rest of his conversation as he hid his new metal arm with shame, afraid of what DJ Lance would say. Despite the situation being completely out of his control, he couldn’t help but wonder DJ Lance’s thoughts. Was he even his son anymore? Was he a freak? Surely he’d give up on him now that he’s part robot now, technically. Maybe he’d hate him for the accident? It was his car that he borrowed after all, and he was the one paying for insurance. Oh the collectors were gonna have one heck of a field day.
But then again, if he wanted to give up Plex, then why did he sound so worried? He struggled to keep awake as the two voices continued to talk, neither of them sounding too happy. Giving up hope, Plex sank in between the covers to try and get to sleep, only for a pair of arms to hug his torso. He jerked awake to see DJ Lance, holding him like he used too when he was young.
“Plex…I’m so sorry. I should have went…or I shouldn’t have let you leave by yourself! If I had only known..”
“Dad?”, Plex mumbled, though not shaking the hug off. Finally, he felt himself sober up slightly as he watched the tears fall off DJ Lance’s face, “I’m….sor-“
“Plex, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. We’re going to get through this. I promise.” DJ Lance said softly, holding and pressing Plex’s metallic arm, “I-I’m just glad you’re still alive. I can’t imagine losing you. I-I’m just so lucky you’re here with me.”
“Heh…guess you’re not the only one who’s lucky.”
More like You (YGG Fanfic)
The cool, morning breeze make its presence known one morning as the sun rose up once more; The Gabbalings, Plex, and DJ Lance waking up and getting ready to start the day. Right next to his dock, Plex had set up a station with a sink and mirror, with a bar of soap, tube of toothpaste, and 4 different colored brushes, red, pink, green, and blue, rested neatly in a small plastic, orange cup next to the faucets. To the right, Plex had also managed to set up a little toilet stall so each of the Gabbalings could have their privacy to “do their business” as DJ Lance had explained.
Plex smiled as DJ Lance wished him a good morning and 3 of their children, Muno, Foofa, and Brobee, greeted Plex to use the little bathroom set up for them, picking up their brushes and brushing their teeth diligently. Feeling a warm feeling in his circuits, Plex couldn’t help but feel proud as the young Gabbas were polite to each other, no longer pushing and shoving as they were used to the past week. All 3 of them had also obediently went over to Plex and showed him their teeth, all purely whites, before he was able to dismiss them to breakfast.
After they had left however, Plex looked over to the sink and saw that the blue toothbrush was the only one still dry, and the blue set of pillows/blankets that he supplied weren’t returned and folded neatly on the ground.
Is Toodee ok? I hadn’t heard her this morning, Plex thought to himself as he made his way towards ToodeeLand, finding the cat dragon still snugged up in her pillow and blanket, snoring loudly, and uncaring of the sunlight hitting her face. Oh, just oversleeping. Well, I guess it happens to everyone.
“Good morning Toodee! It’s time to get up! I’m about to start making breakfast and I’d appreciate it if you’d wash up before eating.”, Plex called out in his usual cheery voice, before he heard the snoring stop suddenly, expecting Toodee to get up. However, instead he saw Toodee’s body turn over, lying on her right side instead of her left. “Toodee? Are you awake? Come on, you don’t want to miss the day!”
That time, Plex heard a tired groan as Toodee sat up, looking at Plex with droopy eyes and a groggy glare. Much like he did for his other children, Plex smiled politely as he helped Toodee get up and took the blanket and pillow from her.
“Good morning Toodee! Did you sleep alright? You seem rather tired today. Are you feeling ok?”, Plex said, as he started folding the blanket up. Toodee didn’t respond, but rather gave a tired ehh…before slowly shuffling off, causing Plex to frown. This wasn’t like Toodee. Usually, she was the first one up! Was she sick? Plex hurried himself to stop her from leaving, placing his hand on her forehead, “You’re not warm. Did you not sleep ok? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No…not really.”, Toodee grumped as she shoved Plex out of the way, joining herself to where the other Gabbas (and a beamed own DJ Lance). Before she could dig in herself however, Plex cleared his throat, getting her attention.
“Toodee, you know the rules. You need to go to the bathroom, and brush your fur and teeth before you can have breakfast, not to mention, washing your hands to keep those germs at bay! Go do those please.”
“Why?”, Toodee asked, causing the others to gasp, and DJ Lance to look at both Plex and Toodee with a somewhat intrigued look in his face, wondering how Plex will handle it.
“Toodee, go wash your teeth and hands please.”, Plex said calmly, though his cheeriness was starting to disappear, “It’s important that we keep ourselves clean so the germs don’t come and make us sick. Once you do that, you can have all the breakfast you’d like, but not until then.”
“Why do we have to brush our teeth if we’re gonna get them dirty anyways?”, Toodee snarked, making DJ Lance nervous, “And why don’t you have to brush your teeth?”
“Toodee, I had already taken cared of what I need to get done, so I’d like for you to do the same, or you’ll be taking a time-out after breakfast.”, Plex said, trying to keep his patience. He knew Toodee was easily the testiest of all the Gabbas, but she was hardly ever outright disrespectful. As much as Plex wanted to sit her down and ask her what was wrong, he felt he needed to get his point across in that moment.
“Toodee, come on! There’s lot of yummy pancakes and waffles, and they’d really like to be invited to the party in your tummy!”, DJ Lance said, in a much happier voice than what Plex was sporting right now, “Plus, I bet you could turn brushing your teeth into a game. Maybe you could time yourself or count inside your head, and see how long it takes to get your teeth clean all the way! I know how much you like games.”
“Guess that’s true…ok, I’ll be right back everyone.”, Toodee said, still in a tired but somewhat less grumpy tone as she got up from the table, “Thanks DJ Lance! You’re so cool.”
Plex frowned as he took his seat next to DJ Lance. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Lance by any means, but at times, it seemed like the kids liked his husband more than him. While Plex had always been a firm believer in being the kids’ parent before their friend, Lance seemed to be good at being both simultaneously. He could make even the grumpiest of kids smile and laugh, and Plex couldn’t help but notice they were generally more relaxed when they were around him.
What was that? Did I do something wrong? All I wanted was for Toodee to brush her teeth. Did I say something rude? What’s going on?
Finally, Toodee took her seat back as the kids, and DJ Lance, started to begin the breakfast that Plex had made, Toodee grabbing as much food as she could on her plate, and began shoveling it down her throat, while the other kids began to laugh and join along.
“Guys guys! Can we please eat with our mouths closed?”, Plex called out. The other three obeyed and apologized to Plex, being more careful to eat quietly while Toodee rolled her eyes.
“What’s the big deal, Plex? It’s funny.”
“It’s bad table manners, Toodee. You know this.”
“Whatever, you’re no fun.”
“Hey hey..Toodee, no need for the fuss.”, DJ Lance started off warningly, before smiling once again, “How about this? Whoever eats the quietest this week gets a special prize on Friday!”
Plex frowned further as Toodee started eating quietly along the other kids. He knew DJ Lance wasn’t trying to undermine him by any means, but Plex couldn’t help but feel somewhat annoyed that Toodee was responding more to Lance than she was with him whenever he asked her to do something. Plex decided to quiet himself down, not saying too much as he watched the kids to make sure none of them were choking on their food, each of them carrying on with conversation. After a little while, Plex felt DJ Lance touch his shoulder lightly.
“Plex? Are you ok? You’ve been awfully quiet.”, Lance asked, keeping his voice a little bit low so the kids wouldn’t hear, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Toodee’s probably just having a bad day right now.”
“No, I’m fine. I uh…I was nagging her a little bit. Uh…I think I’m gonna go take care of the dishes.”, Plex said as the kids left the table, picking up the plates and stacking them on top of each other, before using his laser to beam them clean, and then make them disappear. DJ Lance frowned as he watched Plex busy himself, not hearing Plex’s usual cleaning hum that he did every time he cleared the table.
“Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything.”
“Yes, I’ll be fine. It was probably just a rough morning anyways.”, Plex said, chuckling a little bit so Lance wouldn’t worry, “I’m sure things will be better this afternoon.”
After a little while, everything seemed to go back to normal. Muno and Brobee had decided to go play in their clubhouse, while Toodee and Foofa decided to toss the ball around Foofaland, both of the girls laughing as they each caught the ball.
“Alright Foofa, watch me throw the ball super duper fast!”, Toodee cheered, her grogginess now gone.
“Don’t throw it too fast Toodee! I won’t be able to catch it!”, Foofa said. Toodee laughed in response.
“Oh come on, you’re a great catcher! I’m sure this’ll be a piece of cake for you.”, Toodee said as she charged her aim, before throwing the ball super hard as Foofa, who groaned as she barely caught the ball, falling down as she clutched the ball towards her stomach, letting out an OW and luring Plex towards Foofaland.
“What happened? Foofa, are you ok?”, he asked, helping her up.
“Toodee threw the ball too hard!”, she whined, Toodee making retorting noises in the background.
“But I…it was an accident! I just wanted to show her how fast I could throw it!”
“Toodee, I know accidents happen, but you really shouldn’t throw things at your friends. Now, will you say sorry to Foofa please?”
“But I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
“Toodee…”
“Ugh ok! I’m sorry Foofa.”, Toodee grunted, making Plex cross his arms, beginning to get upset, but trying to remain calm.
“Toodee”, Plex started, “Can I have a word with you in Brobeeland please?”
“What for?”
“Just, follow me please. We need to talk.”, Plex said, grabbing Toodee’s hand and leading her towards his station, pulling her aside, “Is there something bothering you?”
“No. Why?”
“I just want to know what’s been going on. You usually don’t speak to me this way. Did I do something to upset you that I don’t know about.”
“Ugh, Plex…why are we even talking about this? I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
“You could have hurt Foofa, and your attitude this morning wasn’t called for, Toodee.”, Plex said, a little bit of sadness in his voice as well, struggling to hide it, “I just want to know if there’s something going on. I want to help you if I can. You just need to tell me what’s going on.”
“There’s nothing going on, ok? You are such a nag!”, Toodee shouted suddenly, “Why can’t you be like DJ Lance? He lets us have fun.”
“Toodee, I do want you guys to have fun, but you all need to learn to take some responsibility sometimes. We all have to do things we don’t want to, but we do them because they’re good for us.”
“Ugh, but I don’t want to do those things! I just want to play games and have fun! I wasn’t even hurting Foofa on purpose. UGH!”, Toodee shouted, storming back to Foofaland before glaring at Plex, “You never let us have fun! You’re always giving us these rules and being bossy towards us! I wish you could be more fun like DJ Lance! At least he cares about our fun!”
Foofa gasped as Muno and Brobee came out of the clubhouse, starting as Plex froze in his spot, Toodee turning her back towards him. Everything was quiet and still in Gabbaland until finally, Plex turned around form his dock, headed towards a tree stump in Brobeeland and taking a seat, holding his head, and trying to keep his eyes from spilling with oily tears.
“Toodee, that was really mean.”, Foofa frowned, letting the ball bounce to the ground, “I don’t know if I want to play with you anymore, right now.”
“But Foofa-“
“Toodee..”, DJ Lance started, with the most serious tone he had used on her in a long time, “I think you need to go to ToodeLand and think about what you’ve just said.”
“But Lance he was-“
“Now Toodee.”
Toodee groaned as she did as she was told, trying to ignore Plex as he sat at the tree stump sadly, trying not to sob. The other 3 kids kept looking uncomfortable until Lance stepped up.
“Uhm, why don’t you three keep on playing? I’ll go talk to Plex and check on Toodee in a little bit. “, DJ Lance said, headed over to Plex and hugging him.
“Plex, it’ll be ok. Don’t worry.”, he whispered, making sure Plex wasn’t about to collapse from emotion. Plex sniffed, wiping away some of the tears that were already forming.
“Why does she hate me? What did I do wrong?”, he asked, his voice croaking a little bit, and breaking from it’s usual, robotic tone. “Do the kids not like me?”
“No Plex. You know all 4 of them love each other very much. Toodee’s probably just having a bad day, like I said before. I’m sure after she has time to think about everything, she’ll take back what she said.”
“But what if she’s right?”, Plex sighed, surprising DJ Lance, “You know, I’ve always had to been the one to discipline the kids and put them in time-out whenever they’ve done something wrong. I-I don’t want to be mean to them, but they just need to learn how to take care of themselves in case something happens to us.”
“I know Plex. That is why I’ve programmed you. But, what’s going on? This stuff doesn’t usually bother you. Are you really hurt about what Toodee said, or is something going on?”
“I guess..I don’t know. Sometimes, It’d be nice to be the fun parent every once in a while I suppose. Sometimes I wonder If the kids ever start to hate me because I’m so strict on them. Maybe I do need to relax. Maybe I should start being more like you.”
“Now Plex, you know why that wouldn’t work.”, DJ Lance said sternly before sighing, “I’m sorry Plex. I know I’ve thrown a lot of the stress and responsibility on you, and I know how hard it is to have to be the one to put your foot down, and I know I haven’t really been making it much easier. I don’t want to undermine you.”
“You’re not undermining me.”, Plex sniffed, “I-I know the kids love me…I just wish they’d like me, that’s all.”
“But we do like you.”, Muno’s voice piped up, as the other three kids came over, “You’re really cool and smart! You always know how to solve hard problems!”
“And you make really good food!”, Brobee cheered.
“And you’re so nice to everyone.”, Foofa said, smiling, “You’re one of the nicest people I know.”
“Mhm.”, DJ Lance smiled, “and I’m sure Toodee feels the same way. Just give her some time and space, I’m sure she’ll come around.”
“Thank you.”, Plex smiled, though still a bit teary-eyed and sniffing, “It means a lot. I just wish you all know that I’m not trying to take anyone’s fun, but sometimes, business just needs to be taken cared of.”
“That’s right.”, DJ Lance said, “We’re a team Plex. I know I’m goofy and silly, but you’re a lot better at being organized. You help the kids get ready for school on time, and you’re an excellent cook. You wouldn’t be doing all those things if you didn’t love our kids, right?”
“Right.”
“I know it’s not always fun, but we need you Plex, and I promise we’re all here for you.”, DJ Lance smiled, as he hugged Plex, the other three cheering in the background. Finally, Toodee had gotten up and walked towards Plex, avoiding eye-contact and looking somewhat embarrassed.
“Uh..Plex? Are you still mad at me?”, she asked, “I-I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I-I’ve had a bad dream last night where you and DJ Lance had left me and…”
“Toodee, of course not. Come here.”, Plex said warmly, hugging Toodee tight, “Is that what this is all about? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I-I didn’t want you to think I was still a baby.”
“I’ll leave you two at it. Come on, gang! Why don’t we go play Musical Chairs!”, DJ Lance cheered, as the rest of the gang left, leaving Plex and Toodee to work everything out.
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