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i made a trollsona

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Are these Pippy's childhood friends or something? ---------------------------------------------------- Arc: No, they’re just oc’s for a thing i probably wont have the motivation to make anymore.

I made some captain underpants oc’s with the help of https://pippyxreader.tumblr.com/

Their names are Rose Baker and Oswald Orfeus-Oddvar Olanderson The Third. They’re for a project we’re working on where we’re trying to make an expanded version of Professor Poopypants’s silly name chart. Speaking of which, we need test cases, so if you’d like to try out making a more unique and personalized Captain Underpants-esk silly name, let me know and I’ll walk you through our updated method.

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I made some captain underpants oc’s with the help of https://pippyxreader.tumblr.com/

Their names are Rose Baker and Oswald Orfeus-Oddvar Olanderson The Third. They’re for a project we’re working on where we’re trying to make an expanded version of Professor Poopypants’s silly name chart. Speaking of which, we need test cases, so if you’d like to try out making a more unique and personalized Captain Underpants-esk silly name, let me know and I’ll walk you through our updated method.

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Captain Underpants: Professor Poopypants as a child concept

I like to imagine him as having been a hyperactive little genius gremlin child who cant stay still for more than like, 2 minutes tops. Critiques are welcome, and i’d apreciate any attempts to try and improve the design

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Captain Underpants character design idea, Professor Poopypants’s mom

I really think the hair and glasses are pretty spot on, though the rest might need some editing. also imma put the concept drawing I made of my headcannon father for Professor Poopypants here under the cut so it’s easy to find.

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Actually, Pippy says he took his father's name in the book when he changes it, which is Tippy Tinkletrousers.

         -------------------------------- Arc: huh, in the wiki it says it was his maternal grandfathers name, so his moms dad’s name. which would make more sense because last names are usually passed down through the fathers side. it would be interesting if for some reason it was different in new swissland and children would inherent their moms last name instead. But for now im sticking with what it says on the wiki with tinkletrousers being his familys last name on his mothers side

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And if you really want to have fun, you could always take your name and change it with the chart-thingy.

------------------------------------------- Arc: and naw man, im not gonna name his parents using the chart, that’d just be a cop-out. especially since you can’t actually replicate poopypants’s name on the chart. closest name you can get to his is poopsie pottypants. so it would make sense if his parents names would be similarly absent. Although my personal name would be fluffy bannanabrain

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Made a concept sketch of professor poopypants’s dad for the next chapter of my fanfic. He looks about right, but he still needs some retooling. Also on the way, I’m working on designs for his mom, and what poopypants would look like as a child. As you can probably tell, ive envisioned his father as a short farmer guy with a bit of a mustache and silky locks. His mom is gonna be a regular sized sweet looking science lady with glasses and the curly hair that she passed on to Pippy. And pippy’s proving to be the hardest to get right, because i imagine him as a super hyperactive little fluffy haired genius gremlin child who doesn't know the meaning of the word chill, and is the purveyor of nearly daily heart attacks for his parents. Who nonetheless still love their little gremlin child to bits.

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Captain Underpants Fanfic: Melvin and Professor Poopypants. Ch2

  Link to part 1: https://arcannathedraconequus.tumblr.com/post/162369963513/captain-underpants-fanfic-melvin-and-professor#notes

((Story description:) A few days after their defeat by the two boys and Captain Underpants, the still shrunk Professor Poopypants seeks out Melvin and asks him for help getting back on his feet.)

Woo! I did it everybody! I finished chapter 2 of the fanfic! Read it under the cut.

However it isn’t long before Melvins spooked sprint through the house is stopped dead in its tracks, as a feminine voice shouts.

 “Melvin!!”

 As he passes an open door, causing him to immediately freeze in mid stride, Poopypants still held out in front of him and struggling to breathe in the tight grip, as Melvins gaze slowly turns to the door, which opened into a mostly dark room, save for a single bright overhead light that directed nearly all its glow to a table in the middle of the room, casting unnerving shadows and silhouetting the rooms occupant.

 In the room, was a middle aged woman in a white coat and black gloves, though her facial features were too shadowed to make out. She was seated, but had her head and torso turned to stare down Melvin from across the room.

In front of her was a table covered in circuit boards, delicate machinery, and the tools that would be used to work on them.

 She started to rise from the chair…

  Melvin, beginning to get his wits about him, quickly shoved Professor Poopypants in one of his pockets and tried to look innocent, rocking back and forth on his heels with a guilty smile on his face.

“Hello mother…”

 The figure came into the doorway, revealing more of her features, starting with a mop of orange hair the same shade as Melvins, and a pair of big magnifying goggles that almost looked like little telescopes strapped to her face, though she grabbed the outlandish gear and moved it from her eyes to the top of her head, showing another pair of square glasses underneath and a lightly freckled face.

 “What are you doing outside your room! You should know better than to be going around making all this racket! You had better have a good reason for abandoning your studies during your designated homework time young man.”

 “Well I, Uhhhhhh…”

 Down in Melvins pocket, after having spent a few moments comically gasping for air thanks to having had it nearly choked out of him, he ever so carefully and quietly peeked out of the pocket to watch, readying himself in case he would need to make a break for it.

 “I’m waiting.”

Her tone showing how increasingly annoyed she was becoming with her offspring.

 “Ive…”

Biting his lip, he makes a quick glance down at the tiny professor in his pocket.

 “I… need to go down to the garage to… cross reference my available materials to determine my preparedness for an unexpected extracurricular opportunity.”

 She looks unconvinced.

“…Mmmm-hmmmm, and you couldn’t do this earlier to avoid being an obtrusive nuisance to the household?”

 “It was… a bit too unexpected for that.”

He responds, refusing to meet her gaze.

Her eyes squint at him in a judgmental stare, but she relents, putting her goggles back on and heading back in the room to her work.

 “Fine, but don’t let it happen again! And if I catch you stomping through the house like a crazed elephant again, there will be consequences!”

She sits down picking up a soldering tool and gets back to work on a circuit board, giving off a bit of smoke and flashing light as she worked.

 A forced, uncomfortable smile on his face, Melvin stiffly takes a few quiet steps down the hall until he’s out of view and earshot of the door.

And he lets out a huge held breath, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and continuing to pant and gasp in as hushed a tone as his racing heart and trembling body would allow, barely able to believe he had just done that!

He had just been deceptive to an authority figure! He had (almost) told a lie to his own mother! In order to protect a wanted criminal no less! He didn’t know if he could take much more of this.

 The professor, having stuck himself halfway out of Melvins pocket, looks at Melvin’s attempt to contain his panic with an expression of slight worry.

 He thinks to himself for a moment, considering Melvins history of tattling on others and recent desire to turn the two of them in to the authorities. It’s clear that being even mildly tricky and underhanded would be more difficult for the young boy than perhaps it should be. He may have to play this more carefully than he was expecting.

He soon comes to the conclusion that perhaps some positive reinforcement was in order.

 “Good job Melvin!”

 Melvin pauses in his panting, his gaze turning down to look at the tiny professor, who he’s shocked to see is giving him a double thumbs up from his pocket, along with a twitchy, forced smile.

 “…Really?”

Melvins mood quickly lightening at the praise.

The Professors fake smile growing even larger and more forced, with him beginning to sweat as he says through his teeth.

 “Yhah… you... totally did it.”

 Melvin rises, a smile returning to his face as he stands tall with confidence, which soon turns into a self-absorbed and cocky expression as he starts to cheerfully strut down the hall, with a whisper of

 “Alright professor, let’s go see that garage!”

 Poopypants lets out the breath he had been holding, slumping against the rim of the pocket and clutching his head in one hand as he says to himself.

“Uggh, I can already tell this is going to be so much more difficult than it has to be.”

 Now that he was a bit more with it, Melvin is able to carefully sneak down the stairs and the rest of the way to the garage without being noticed.

 Taking the professor in one hand once again, Melvin opens the door, revealing a large 3 car garage, that otherwise could have been considered pretty spacious…

If it weren’t full of shelves filled floor to ceiling with sci-fi-esk technology and  blinking, beeping scientific doohickys, with all additional space being filled with tables and workstations for all manner of scientific endeavors.

With a majority of it having that jury-rigged feeling of having been cobbled together from random junk and whatever broken machinery a genius fourth grader could get their hands on.

 “HAH Hahhhhh! Now we’re cooking with plutonium!”

Professor Poopypants shouts, rubbing his hands together with glee, before turning to the boy with an exclamation of

 “Melvin, Blueprints.”

 Melvin obliges, handing the professor the rolled up blueprint from earlier, and lowering his hand to the ground, only getting about halfway before Poopypants hops off, quickly unfurling the too-large paper, and with cartoon impossibility, pulling the nubby pencil from earlier from out of his coat. Before trotting down an aisle between two shelves with considerable speed, attention darting back and forth as he inspects its contents, and Melvin following close behind with an excited smile on his face “This is where my parents and I keep almost all our spare parts, so if we've got it, it'll be here. But if we're still missing anything, there's a scrap yard down the road which we can also check. That's where I get most of the materials for my inventions.” “Good to know Melvin, wh’ell head over there first thing after we finish taking inventory here. Now let’s see…. ve’ll need this one.”

He says scampering to an unrecognizable little gizmo and dragging it out from the bottom shelf. Melvin soon picking it up and trying to inspect it, but not having any time too, as Poopypants quickly pulls out another gizmo with a shout of

“And this one.”

 Throwing it at Melvin and almost causing him to drop the first one to catch it.

 “And this one.”

The stumbling having made Melvin fall behind the quickly moving professor he has to jog a bit to go grab the new thing Poopypants had pointed at, while poopypants climbs some random junk like it were stairs in order to reach a shelf more at Melvin’s eye level and continuing to walk along it, still holding the blueprint out in front of him and occasionally placing checkmarks by items on the list.

“And zhis one, and this one, ooo zhis one looks fun!  And this one… and those two”

 “Over here?”

 “No, top shelf.”

 And Melvin pulls over a rolling staircase, putting down the growing pile of items and quickly ascending to grab the two bits of machinery, only to find them to be heavier than expected, making him considerably slower and more wheezy coming back down, while the professor continues on, up until it reaches the point where Melvin says.

 “Professor, I can’t see what you’re pointing at.”

 Turning around for a look, he sees Melvin, his face hidden by the large pile of materials he struggled to carry, his knees wobbling under the effort.

 “Ughh...fine.”

The Professor replies, marching over to Melvin as he folds up the blueprint and stows the nubby pencil in his coat, before he jumps off the shelf and onto the pile of things Melvin was holding.

 “Let’s drop these off at the table and then see vhat else we can find.”

 “Sh-sure thing professor.”

Melvin replies shakily, before slowly making his way over to the table, each step Melvin took requiring considerable effort under the weight and size of the load.

 Making it to the table, which was flanked by an impressive looking glass chemistry set full of differently colored liquids, he dumps the pile onto it, Poopypants gracefully riding the cascading pile down before he’s able to jump off onto the table itself. Smoothly unfolding the blueprint again and starting to pace back and forth; tapping the pencil against his lips a few times thoughtfully and saying,

 “Already off to a good start Melvin! Good start….”

 Catching his breath and wiping sweat from his brow, Melvin smiles at this as he watches the professor pace back and forth, clearly still enjoying himself a whole bunch,as he can barely contain his excitement when he replies.

 “And I bet I can still find a lot more things we can use! What else do we need?”

 The professor smiles and lets off a little chuckle seeing the boy so happy, reminding him of himself during his own childhood when he was excited about a new invention

(and let’s be honest here, well into his adulthood too, cus Poopypants is excitable and hyper as shit even to this day despite being in his early 60’s)

He fluffs out the paper and scans the page.

 “Well let’s see!.. do you have a toaster?”

“uhhhhhh, no.”

His mood dampening somewhat at the first missing part.

 “Cassette player?” “...no.” “...Ummm, extension cables?” “Yes!!” Melvin shouts, running off then coming back with an armful of extension cables

“fuses?”

Melvin holds out a large Tupperware container full of them, lightly shaking the box for emphasis.

 Tron-splitter?”

Melvin pulls a sheet off a large machine in the corner revealing a large ray gun looking thing

“Check!”

 “Ooooo, was not expecting you to have that one! How about an Axionic reconfigurator?”

Melvin sets a pretty large and complicated looking contraption onto the table with a heavy thump before stepping back and saying proudly

“Got that one for-my-birthday.”

 “Quantum resonator?”

“Dad’s got one downstairs in the basement.”

 “dDuct tape?”

“Yeah, but you can never really have too much.”

“Ooooo, yhah, good point Melvin, I'll just put us down for some of the other basics just in case.” He says, jotting a few extra things to the list.

 “Telescope?”

“Ohhhhhh, do I really have to disassemble my telescope?”

“Well, we need more than one, so we’d probably have to go get a few more anyway, so I’ll just leave it on list.”

“Thanks professor!”

Melvin replies as he runs off to go grab some more things

 “Crypto-magnetizer”

“No, but if we combine the crypto-recombobulator and the re-magnetizer we could probably make one!”

 “Excellent! How about Tesla coils?”

Melvin gestures to a big set of sparking and zapping coils in the corner of the room.

 “Hmmmm, smaller”

 Melvin pulls out a pair small enough to fit in the palm of his hand from behind his back.

 “Larger!”

Poopypants motioning with his hands in imitation of something growing in size

 Melvin picks up a medium sized set of tesla coils from a table

 “PERFECT!!”

 Time skips forward, the pile on the table getting larger and larger and Melvin getting more and more tired, until he's leaning against the table, propping up his head in one hand and staring off into space through half lidded eyes and mumbling yes or no every time professor poopypants lists off another part or material. Until he’s startled awake with Poopypant’s shout of

 “Hah! That’s the last of it! A few quick trips to pick up the missing supplies, and we’ll have all we need to make the most basic forms of the shrinking and enlarging machines!

Oh no, wait. Heh heh… I feel silly even asking about this one, but you have a lava lamp right?”

 He says, tapping the paper with the end of his pencil for emphasis.

 “Lava lamp? Hmmmmm, nope. No lava lamps.”

 “WHAT! But they’re like the most sciencey looking lamps there are! How can you be a child genius and not have at least one lava lamp?!”

 Melvin just shrugs. When gets a frown from the professor.

 “Fine, but when we go shopping, we’re getting 2.”

Poopypants writing that down on the blueprint as he started to walk towards the edge of the table as he continues with,

“One for the enlarging machine, and for you to keep…..So I can feel less embarrassed hanging out with you.”

 He says that last part as he hops off, using a pile of stuff near the table as stepping stones to safely make his way down.

 “Now, before we get started, I want to reiterate zhis Melvin. These rays will not be like the sizearator 2000. Zhey will still be very bare bones, need constant repairs, and will no doubt break down after every use like a cheap lawn mower. Zhey will be neither safe, nor reliable, and zhey certainly won’t be efficient! These things are gonna be killer on the electric bill, that’s for sure.”

 “Well, *Yawn* it wouldn’t be the first time one of my creations has caused a blackout. And it probably won't be the last!” Melvin still managing to stay pretty excited about all this despite how drowsy he appeared.

  “That’s the spirit Melvin!” Though the professors tone turns more intense and ominous “But I want to make sure this gets through your fragile little child skull. Don't get cocky and start humoring silly ideas of making your own sizearators behind my back once im gone! This is very dangerous technology, messing around with it all villy-nilly could be potentially catastrophic!!! And even if you were somehow able to start safely replicating zhe technology on your own, then it’d mean you’d either out yourself as having worked with me, vhich could get you in trouble and make things even harder on me because of it, or you’d be taking credit for my inventions.” Though his tone lightens a bit as he continues with “Which is really just a jerk move in general Melvin, don’t go trying to steal another scientist's glory.” “*Yawn* sure thing professor. You can *yawn* count on me-WHOOPS!!” As Melvin walked towards the tiny professor, he suddenly trips on one of the piles of spare parts that had grown on the floor after the space on the table had been filled, which then started a small chain reaction, causing even more things to fall loudly to the floor with metallic clattering, with Poopypants having to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed in the mini avalanche. Melvin quickly scrambles to his feet and motions like he’s gonna try and grab some of the parts that were rolling away, but freezes when he hears the sound of the doorknob rattling. Someone was turning the handle from the other side! Melvin having hardly a moment to react as the door is suddenly swung open with a bang! Though unlike Melvin, Poopypants is able to quickly leap behind the nearest shelf and out of sight just as the threatening figure came into view. It was a middle aged balding man in a white lab coat and glasses, who was aggressively brandishing what was clearly some sort of laser-weapon, which sparked ominously and casted the man in an intimidating mad-scientist strobe light sort of glow. Though a look of realization appears in his eyes as he says in a questioning tone, “Melvin?” Before lowering the weapon, all hints of intimidation quickly dissipating as he turns off the ray gun and sets it down on a nearby shelf, revealing him to be a very benign and mild seeming man both in looks and in tone of voice, with what hair he had left on the sides of his head surrounding his chrome dome being a light brown, and his glasses appearing very similar to Melvins. “I thought we might have been getting burgled, or at least that the raccoons might have gotten in again. What in sciences name are you doing out of your room this late?” Melvin takes on a surprisingly confident and proud of himself tone as he replies back, “Mother gave me permission to use tonights homework time to work on an unexpected new extracurricular activity in the garage.”   Though his confidence is quickly crushed with his father sputtering back with, “H-homework time? Son it is 3 hours past your bedtime!” The father collecting himself more, crossing his arms and taking on a more scolding tone “Even if you did somehow manage to get some unexpected permission to allow for a temporary change in your schedule, that is no excuse for t-this level of irresponsibility. How will you be fully prepared for school tomorrow when you’re missing 3 hours of sleep!” “I actually don’t have school tomorrow, it's closed for the next 2 weeks at least...” “That’s no excuse!!”

  Poopypants, having taken the long way around, stealthily peeks his head out from behind a nearby shelf, dashing across an opening to hide behind some debris on the floor, thus closing some distance between him and Melvin. The father then grabs Melvin by the hand and starts to pull him to the door. “Now you are going straight to bed young man!” Though Melvin resists for a moment, motioning back to the spilled pile of parts and pleading. “But I have to reorganize the pile!” “It’ll be there in the morning.” The father replies with disinterest as he picks up his hefty ray gun, giving Poopypants just enough time to dash out the door and hide before Melvin and his father pass through and close the door behind them.

"Honestly Melvin, I don't see what could get you to fuss over some side project like this. Did you somehow fail to plan ahead for a school event?" “No.. it’s not for school...”

“It’s not even for school?!”

Melvins father shouts as he reaches the stairs, still holding Melvin by the hand as he leads the boy up, with Poopypants darting close behind him. The tiny professor comes to a pause at the base of the stairs and looks up at what might as well have been a mountain before him, giving him a sense of vertigo at the intimidating scale of the obstacle before him. Holding his face in one hand and letting out a sigh of frustration, he then sets himself to the task and starts climbing after them. “Is it for a science show outside of the school?” “No.” “Are you c-competing in a contest for a future scholarship?”

“No. But it is an excellent learning experience!” Melvins dad facepalms and let out a bitter sigh. “Melvin, your whole life is a carefully structured learning experience. Meant to give you and the family the highest overall quantity of success in the scientific and academic fields as possible.”

 Poopypants manages to make it up the stairs, panting and stumbling a bit with the effort, and having to brace himself against his knees for a moment to catch his breath, before taking a light jog to a nearby doorway to hide in, leaning against the doorframe and still panting lightly as he peeks his head out just in time to see Melvin and his father reach the door to his bedroom.

"Is this some hormonally driven bid for independence Melvin? Do we have to take precious time from our busy schedules to set up another lecture about the irrationality of pre-teen rebellion for you?"

“No..no?” “R-really? Because i would have expected better from you than to stay up past your bedtime working on some random, non-academically motivated invention like this.”

“But... it’s important.” He says meekly, which causes his father to stop and let slip a boisterous laugh.

“HAH HA HAH hah hahhhh.... Important!? Melvin, important inventions are for the adults. You only just turned ten years old, you’re not nearly capable of creating anything worthy of being called Important yet! And not one of those frivolous, j-juvenile inventions are worth disregarding the carefully calibrated schedule your mother and I have set up for you.”

 Across the room, Poopypants is shocked at what he just heard, but that surprise quickly turns to seething anger, with his face turning beet-red and his tiny hands slowly balling into shaking fists. Melvins father then carefully shoves the dismayed boy into his room, who turns around to stare timidly up at his father as he fidgets with the hem of his sweater vest. “Maybe once you’re in college, then you can start thinking about staying up past your bedtime working on inventions. But for now, I don't want you to open this door until you’re scheduled to do so. Understand?” “Yes sir.”

“Good.” And he closes the door maybe a little too forcefully, causing Melvin to flinch a bit at the impact. The boy then turns around glumly, and walks slowly to his desk to tidy it up, his eyes downcast and dragging his feet as he moved. Making it over, he starts smoothing out and stacking the blueprints he had been working on, along with stowing away his various drafting implements like rulers and calipers, when he hears a very small, but forceful knock at his door. He immediately jolts to attention like someone who had missed a step walking down the stairs. He had forgotten about Professor Poopypants!! He hears the undersized knocking again, this time sounding more angry and forceful, and he rushes to the door, reaching out his hand to turn the knob, though he pauses with hesitation. His father had specifically told him not to open the door until the scheduled time tomorrow morning. His hand shakes in place a few inches from the doorknob, unsure of what he should do, but steeling his resolve, he closes his eyes and looks away, and grabs the doorknob to turn it.

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I’m the person asking for help, and right now what ive got is Berry Pooty Poopypants for the father and Tubby Ticklebrain Tinkletrousers for the mom

hey guys i’m trying to help someone write a fic and they need some really goofy names for pippy’s family members.

if you guys have any suggestions please send them!!! the sillier the better!!

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When is the next chapter of your Captain Underpants fic be posted?!

Soon, I’m about ¾ths of the way done with it, i just gotta smooth some stuff out and finish writing the emotionally manipulative last couple paragraphs

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Don’t know if I’ll be able to fit this into the captain underpants fanfic so imma post it now

(Melvin is secretly helping the tiny Professor Poopypants build some new shrinking and enlarging rays to get back to his normal size. Poopypants, being too small to go stay at a hotel, stays in Melvins room, and Melvin is eventually able to goad Professor Poopypants into sleepover-esk deep thoughts and personal chats. this is one of the things i plan for them to talk about but im not sure if i’ll be able to fit it into the fic, so imma just post it now to inspire y’all.)

 “But you’re so good at being short!” Poopypants pauses , unsure if he should take offence to that… “Uhhh, Melvin, I know you can’t comprehend humor so you’re not trying to make fun of me, but do we have to have a discussion about what a backhanded compliment is?” “But it’s true though! You’re really great at being small like this!” “OH Ohhhhh.. you mean being shrunk down to hamster size.” “Yeah! I, mean…” His tone get’s more thoughtful “I look at you, and it’s like, despite being in such a scary position, where you’re so easily overlooked and and vulnerable to everything around around you, but despite that you’re still so poised and confident, and it’s like you take every opportunity to use your size to your advantage! And in so many ways I would have never even considered! And I feel like, if I had been the one who had gotten shrunk during the poopageddon instead of you? I probably wouldn’t have been able to stand it. I would have been too scared of everything to be able to do anything.” “....Whell, yhah, I mean if that had happened, then it would have been your first time ever getting shrunk, of course you would have been scared. I know it was pretty spooky first couple of times I did it.” “You mean... you’ve done this sort of thing before?”

“What! Hah hah hah... Melvin! Did you really think this was my first time being a ridiculous tiny man? Ive had my size changed way more times than honestly, was probably necessary. Heck, sometimes I would do it just for funsies, like giant volleyball with the interns! Which was a terrible idea by the way, would not recommend it.” (mental image of a bunch of giants in lab coats playing volleyball when the volleyball flies off and accidentally crushes an old lady in a comical way, causing them all to cover their mouths with their hands in shocked gasps) “In fact, this isn’t even the longest ive been trapped this small! No, that happened years ago. I was working at a university out in the country during the summer vacation at the time, and was just putting the finishing touches on the prototypes that would eventually win me the oodles of sweet sweet government grant money that would go into building the sizearator 2000.   So anyway though a hilarious series of events I ended up accidentally shrinking myself and then falling out a window. I was literally right outside the building, but it took me 8 days to get back inside and unshrink myself.” “8 WHOLE DAYS!?” “Yhah, and I was even a little bit bigger than I am now, by like maybe, 2 inches or so.” “How’d you manage to survive as a 5 inch tall professor in the wild for 8 whole days!” “Oh, you knoooooooww…. After a day or two I kinda got adopted by a family of squirrels, annnnd after about the fifth day I maaaaybe started to go just a little bit feral from stress and inadequate nutrition from eating basically nothing but acorns, so lost a couple of extra days there, but I eventually came to my senses and had learned to communicate enough to get my adopted squirrel mom to give me a lift through an open window and find my way back to the lab to resize myself.” “That sounds kind of amazing professor.” “it was a very traumatic experience Melvin”

“Oh….” “....Although, if it had been you and not me who had gotten shrunk during the poopageddon, you probably would have still been fine.” “Really? How so? Cus honestly I’m still not seeing it.” “Vhell, for one thing, I would have been able to start rebuilding the shrinking and enlarging rays way earlier instead of bumbling around with bee’s and taxis for 3 days.” A look of realization spreads across Melvins face. “And I probably vould have been able to make even faster progress without having to work around your parents crazy schedules. Wouldn't surprise me if I had been able to get you back to normal by now if you had been the one to get shrunk.”

“You mean, you’d save me and get me back to normal so i wouldn't have to go live with squirrels?” “No dhoy Melvin! I’d still need you to help run the humor disabling technology!“ “Oh... right.” his face falling to more of a frown and he turns over in bed to look at the opposite wall from Poopypants as opposed to his previous position of staring vaguely at the ceiling. Poopypants of course picks up on the disappointment in Melvins tone, and let’s off a weary sigh at having to once again try and cater to the feelings of this nerdy fourth grader. “And also because you’re a pretty cool kid.” A smile returns to his face, sitting up in his bed as he replies with maybe a bit too much excitement. “You think I’m cool?“ “Alright maybe cool wasn't the best word to use, but you’re..... ok, Melvin.” Melvin flopped back into bed as Poopypants continues to speak, a wide grin on his face as he clutched the edge of his bed sheets in his hands and wiggled a bit with excitement as he snuggled in under his covers. “You’re a very ok little boy who’s done a lot of pretty cool things to help me out recently, which wouldn’t really be applicable in this hypothetical scenario where you got shrunk instead of me and as such other me wouldn't have been able to make his decisions based on them, but which are appreciated nonetheless.”

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Yay! I’ll let you know if i finish part 2!

I finally finished the first chapter of my Professor Poopypants fic. and since you seemed like a fan, and if you dont mind, i wanted to get your opinion since it’s been a long time wince i wrote anything. https://arcannathedraconequus.tumblr.com/post/162369963513/captain-underpants-fanfic-melvin-and-professor

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ohhh my god i had the goofiest smile on my face the whole time i was reading this.

i’m a huge sucker for interactions between pippy and melvin too so this was perfect

i adore the way you write their dialogue and i could so clearly envision this playing out in my head as a scene from the movie

i love love love it!!

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Captain Underpants Fanfic: Melvin and Professor Poopypants. Ch1

A few days after their defeat by the two boys and Captain Underpants, the still shrunk Professor Poopypants seeks out Melvin and asks him for help getting back on his feet. This sort of thing really didn't belong on my other blog, so im just gonna stash it here. I’m gonna try and change the title should i think of something more clever. so if you’ve got any ideas for that, then let me know.

  Melvin sat alone in his bedroom, the room dim save for the light of the sunset coming through the window and a single lamp that illuminated his cluttered, but neatly organized desk. He held his head in one hand, while the other was tapping a pencil against the table as he contemplated a collection of blueprints for a new invention of his. Thanks to the school being temporarily shut down due to… recent events having left the entire elementary school building tipped on its side; for once he was without homework to do, and could spend all his time working on some new inventions. Which of course deeply upset the school obsessed nerd, who as you could see when he walked over to his science-themed wall calendar and longingly looked at a marked off date further down, was literally counting down the days until school would resume, with the calendar also showing that the word ‘Poopageddon’ had been marked on the calendar, but had been crossed out aggressively in comparison to the clean red x’s he used to mark the passing of a day. And picking up the red pen hanging on a string from the wall, he made another red x on the paper, marking this as the third day since Professor Poopypants’s failed attempt to rid the world of laughter, before he returned to his desk to continue working. He started adding a few notes to the blueprint, when he heard a small tapping sound. Startled slightly, he looks back and forth for the source, and hearing it again, he’s able to zero in on the sound, finding that it was coming from his window. Intrigued, he slides out of his chair and heads over to investigate, where he sees a bumble bee repeatedly head-butting the window, which stops and hovers in place as it sees Melvin approach the window, giving Melvin a chance to lean in and squint at it, getting a good look at its passenger, a tiny man wearing a purple suit and a villainous smile, who waved at the boy and said a dubiously cheerful “Helloo Melvin” “Professor P?” He replies in bewilderment, opening his window and allowing the bug and tiny man riding it to fly in, making a crooked looping path around the room before coming in for a landing on the desk, and Melvin, with an expression of childlike wonder on his face, watching them go before trotting over and crouching at the edge of the table so he could watch the tiny man gracefully dismount his bumble bee at eye level, his smile getting wider as the tiny Poopypants walked up to him. “You’re so tiny professor!” “Yes yes, thank you for pointing out zhe obvious Melvin” he says sarcastically, brushing pollen off his sleeves before standing up straight with a clap of his hands and a click of his heels “Now, vhere can we find your laboratory?” “Well… I mostly just use the garage, but mom and dad have some more advanced stuff in the basement.” “Good! The more advanced the better, we need..” He’s interrupted as he sees the incoming giant hand from the grinning Melvin, clearly looking to poke the tiny professor, and freaked out a little bit with a “Vhat? What are you doing! Don’t poke me!” Arms flailing angrily to try and smack away the finger, which recoiled away, but the shouting, noise, and giant hand had spooked the Bumble bee, which took off to the shout of “NO NO NO NO NOOO!!” From Poopypants, as the bee looped around a few times before flying right back out the open window, warning a facepalm from the tiny professor, his face turning red and teeth clenching before he snapps at Melvin “UrrrggggGGGG, NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” though his anger is short lived as his tone quickly changes  to one more of misery and defeat “It’ll take me forever to catch another one of those to fly around on.” His sighs, letting out a short “Fine, fine, didn’t need it now anyway.” To calm himself down before his attention shoots up again as he looks up at Melvin, who was nervously rubbing the hand he had tried to poke Professor Poopypants with, and aggressively walks towards him, rubbing his hands together and saying. “Alright Melvin, There is no time to lose,” Coming to a stop at the edge of the table and pointing up at Melvin “Now show me around your house so I can get a feeling of what we’re working with here.” There’s a pause as Melvin collects his thoughts, before his face turns from an expression of nervousness to a judgmental look of skepticism as he leans back and crosses his arms. “Why should I?” “What?” Poopypants responds, taken aback with surprise “Why are you suddenly asking why? I thought we had a good thing going here. I talk about extra credit.. you do whatever I sayyyy… And besides! I let you tag along for the poopageddon! You think just any adult would let a fourth grader participate in that? We brainwashed a school into having no sense of humor and fought a superhero in a giant fighting robo-toilet for sciences sake! How is zhat not the coolest thing you have ever done in your adolescent life! You should owe me for at least zhis one last thing.” “Ummmm, in case you hadn’t noticed?...You aren’t a teacher anymore, so you can’t exactly give extra credit.” Melvin replies before he starts to pace back and forth a bit, still keeping his arrogant tone. “And not only that, but it turns out the extra credit you were supposed to give me for helping with your plan never went through. Believe me, I checked multiple times. So if anything, it is you, who owes me.” “Oh right, I forgot I can’t bribe the little suck up with extra credit anymore.” Poopypants angrily muttered to himself under his breath before responding to Melvin with “Fine, so I can’t give any extra credit, but you at least had to admit you had fun helping me out with my Villainous schemes right? ” “Yeah about that. You know this whole supervillain thing you’ve been doing? Having had some time to think about it…” He starts counting on his fingers as he lists his gripes, “We did kind of wreck the school, you had me skip over half a day of class without making up for it with my grades, we disrupted the other classes that day,  we got the police involved who are still out there looking for the perpetrators, and we… ” but he’s interrupted by Poopypants shout of “Uuuuuggh, Melvin get a life outside of school why don’t you!” He replies as he sits down sassily on the edge of the table, thoroughly unimpressed with Melvin’s whining. And honestly, JUST WHAT did you EXPECT to happen with my whole ‘Supervillain thing’” (doing finger quotes for supervillain thing) “We literally made a giant robot attack toilet to fight people with! And I explained to you many times about my plans to bring about a new world order! I mean, the whole thing was literally spelled out for you in a comic book even! Which I know for a fact you read multiple times!!  I could not have been more clear of my intentions.” Melvins confidence faltering, he looks at his shoe’s and fidgets. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would get the police involved… although that does seem pretty obvious in retrospect….” “Yeah, and who’s fault is it for not picking up on the obvious?” the professors tone still dismissive and sarcastic “Mine I guess…but that still means…..It means I broke the rules! I was complicit in criminal activities for personal gain!!! I’m no better than those troublemakers George and Harold!!! I’m gonna be in so much trouble!!” Panic rising in Melvins voice as he starts clutching his head and hyperventilating, prompting Poopypants to hop up from his sitting position, waving his arms to get his attention “Whoah, whooah there Melvin”   Moving closer and leaning out to reach him from the table, the tiny professor pats Melvin on the elbow awkwardly “Hey, nobody’s getting in trouble.” The attempt at comforting having turned his panic more into holding back tears “But,*sniff* we have to turn ourselves in don’t we?” “No we don’t.” Poopypants says with a cheerful smile “*sniff*We don’t?” “Pfft, nooooo. I mean sure, maybe if we’d been a bit more successful with zha poopageddon, Maybe I’d be fine taking more credit for it. Although considering the plan was foiled by 2 fourth graders and a giant baby man in a cape…” “You mean Captain Underpants?” “Yhah Yhah. That was just embarrassing,” A bit of a chuckle in his voice, before his tone turned deadly serious “An embarrassment they’ll pay for…” Before returning to his lighthearted tone with an awkward laugh of “Who in their right mind would want to take credit for that? Really, vee should probably just cut our losses for now and call it a test run of de humor disabling technology. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t go telling the whole world every time something goes wrong while I’m testing out one of my inventions, do you?” Poopypants quickly looks at the table around him, and picks up one of the blueprints, waving it around “Like this one, vhat if it blew up in your face while you vere testing it? Would you stop everything? Go and whine to mommy and daddy that you made a mistake and then give up on it?” “No?” He responds questioningly, though looking away and fidgeting with the hem of his sweater vest, he continues glumly “...No, mother and father made it clear I shouldn’t bother them with stuff like that…” “Exactly! Because that’s what us vengeful science types do! You don’t give up and turn yourself in, you just suck it up, clean up the mess, and keep going! Because stopping everything to go tell people about it would just waste time better spent making amazing world changing inventions! ” “*sniff*I guess that’s true.” Melvin replies, wiping tears from his eyes with a bit of a smile returning to his face. “Hahhh, see? You aren’t some wimpy quitter who lets one setback get them down! So no more of that sniveling,” His tone going from comforting to mildly threatening as he continues with “And no more talk of turning anyone in.” He puts down the blueprint and trots back to more the middle of the table, putting on a more cheerful tone with a bit of spin and jazz hands. “And heyyyy, I haven’t even told you vhy I came here looking for your help yet! Cus I’ve got something pretty cool plaaaaannned.” “Are we gonna rebuild the Turbo Toilet 2000 and try to wipe out laughter again?” “No! Welllll…. Maybe later.” “But… if you don’t need my unique brain to help run the haha-guffaw-chucklomatus disabler ray, what do you need my help for?” Poopypants looks back and forth at the contents of the table, before running to grab a blank blueprint paper and a small pencil that had been sharpened almost down to the nub, which even then still seemed large in Poopypants hand. “Here, vhy don’t I just show you” Moving quickly, he smoothed out the blank blueprint and started drawing, Melvin leaning over top of him to watch. Intrigued, but still a little sniffly. “I just need your help… building a few things… so I can get back to normal, and then, I’ll be out of your hair like it never happened.” Words sinking in, a big smile grows on Melvins face with an excited shout of “*Gasp* OH MY GOSH! YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU BUILD A NEW SIZEARATOR 2000!!!!!” He shouts, bouncing on the ball of his feet in excitement. “What! Are you crazy?” he snaps back, turning to Melvin in surprise, pausing his drawing for a moment to pace back and forth a few times “The sizearator 2000 was a masterpiece of science! It’s far too complex and delicate a machine for us to just go and build in some suburban fourth graders house! No, when I built that ray I was a scientific rockstar in my country, with a tricked out lab, the biggest scientific research grants New Swissland could provide, and like, 3 interns to help me out! Not to mention… I ALSO WASN’T STUCK BEING 3 INCHES TALL!!” Face red and steaming at that last bit, he turns away from Melvin, his anger fading about as quickly as it appeared, and his tone instead  becoming more thoughtful, taping the pencil against his chin twice in thought  before he continues drawing. “No, what you’re going to help me do is try and replicate some of my very earliest working prototypes,  vhich should give us juuuuuust enough to get me back to my normal size……. there.” With a smile, he stands up, and turns back to Melvin with a dignified pose, revealing the two blueprint drawings showing the boxy looking shrink ray and enlarging ray from the original captain underpants books, which he points to one at a time with the eraser of his nubby pencil. “One is for shrinking, the other one is for enlarging. Any questions?” Melvin leaned in, inspecting the drawings, which were a bit on the small side despite Poopypants having drawn them as large as he comfortably could, and he pointed to the image labeled as shrinking ray. “…Yeah, ummm, why should we build another shrink ray if we only need to get you back to your original size? Shouldn’t we just build the enlarging ray?” “I’ll tell you why Melvin. Because dhere is no way am I making that mistake twice!! If we vhere to only build an enlarging ray machinine, then before you know it, something would go wrong and den I’d be stuck as a giant man instead of a tiny man, which would make it even harder to build such a complex machine because I vould have giant sausage fingers. No, we are building both before we even attempt to try to resize me.” Turning back around, The Professor started expanding on the blueprints, deconstructing the ray’s and listing parts they’d need, with Melvin continuing to watch him work. “Ok Professor P…. although, I still don’t see why you need my help to build them. I mean, I’ve never even attempted anything this advanced before, and you were the one who made most of those impressive modifications to the turbo toilet 2000.” “Oh believe me Melvin.” He replies with an eye roll, but not looking up from his blueprinting. “Coming to a fourth grader for help building my signature scientific invention isn’t exactly what I’d call zhe proudest moment of my life. But being 3 inches tall makes finding anything better a real pain in the hiney!” He puts down the pencil for a moment to complain more thoroughly. “Not only do you have to constantly worry about being stepped on, or hit by a windshield, or attacked by a bird, but every little bit of distance you have to travel is like ten times as long! Like, do you have any idea how hard it is to get anywhere on a bee? You can never get them to fly in a straight line! I was getting queasy from all zhe loop-de-loops in the first 10 minutes! And zhey keep wanting to stop at every, flower, they see, it’s so annoying! And everything is so spread out. I can’t find any one place with all the materials I would need to build anything useful, and on top of that, everything is so big and heavy, even if I find what I need, I can’t transport it where it needs to go. So zhen I figure, Oh, I’ll just catch a ride to a store downtown where I can find everything I’d need for a basic robotic mech suit to even out the playing field for a while. And then, after I FINALLY managed to flag down a taxi to try give me a lift to the city, I find out, OH, apparently I can’t afford to hire a taxi, ” His face turning red  and steaming again as he takes out his wallet, grabbing a handful of cash from it “Because Cab drivers WONT ACCEPT MONEY ZHE SIZE OF CUPCAKE SPRINKES!! Furiously throwing the handful of paper money and coins, as well as his wallet, on the ground in front of him, the wallet bouncing and further spilling its contents of credit cards and coupons while the paper money fluttered softly to the ground. “In fact, NOBODY WILL!!” The tiny Poopypants was literally vibrating with anger, his hands balled into fists and his heavy breathing was through clenched teeth. Catching his breath a bit he turns to Melvin and continues to yell, though with less intensity in effort to not blame his frustrations on the boy. “For three days now I have been trapped in a 6 block radius of suburbia surrounding zhat accursed elementary school!” His head turning towards the window and pointing with one hand “Look! Look at it!” He runs across the desk, climbing a stack of books on the edge of it that’s close as he can get to the window, gesturing at it with one hand, his voice breaking and eyes turning sad as he says “This is as far as I managed to get in a full day of non-stop travel.” Before falling to his knees dramatically, clutching his face in his hands and his voice taking on a defeated tone. “And you can still see it from here.” And indeed you could. Thanks to the school having been placed on its side, it was nearly six stories tall, easily dwarfing the surrounding 2-3 story residential homes that would have normally hidden it from view in the distance. Melvins gaze turned from Professor P. to the window and back again, feeling sympathetic to the tiny man and a little bit upset with himself for having underestimated just how tough Poopypants had had it these past few days in comparison after the failure that was Poopageddon. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out to gently pat Poopypants on the back, which was very jarring for the mini man, almost knocking the glasses off his face. Spooked and quickly scrambling away and to his feet to avoid the giant hand touching him again, Poopypants tried to regain some if his composure, standing up straight with his heels together and pushing his glasses back onto his face with a finger, before saying. “Well…*ahem*” The professor clearing his throat to try and dispel some of the awkwardness. “So, vhat do you say Melvin, are we on the same page now? Can we get to work returning me to my normal size now?” “Umm, sure Professor, I mean I think so.” “EXCELENT!” With considerable speed, the energetic miniature professor quickly rolled up the blueprint he had made like it were a giant carpet and offered it to Melvin, taking the opportunity of Melvin leaning over the desk to accept the blueprint to hop onto Melvin and quickly scurry up him, startling the boy a bit though it was short lived as he quickly calmed down when The tiny professor sat down on his shoulder and said with enthusiasm. “Now, let’s go check out those laboratory’s, I wanna see what we’ve got to work with!” A somewhat evil looking grin on his face and rubbing his hands together. “Oh, I’m not supposed to leave my room during homework time.” “…….What.”

“It’s homework time, I’m not supposed to leave my room for another half an hour.” The professor sat there silently, mouth agape for a moment, then started wildly sputtering a bunch of half-finished words in shock and bewilderment, before finally being able to get out the words, “But you shouldn’t even HAVE homework! Zhe whole school is shut down!” “So?” “SO!! YOU’RE JUST SITTING AROUND IN YOUR ROOM FOR NO REASON!!” “We’ll, it’s important to keep to the schedule, and I have plenty of things to work on anyway. Didn’t your parents ever assign you a designated homework time?” “NO!!! And they certainly never made it so that I wasn’t allowed to leave my room! Like vhat if you have to go to the bathroom! ” Melvin took Poopypants  gently from his shoulder and held him out in one hand. He then leaned over and grabbed a nearby door handle with his other hand, giving it a turn and letting the door swing open. “I’ve got my own bathroom.” You could practically hear an angelic choir as the door opened, revealing a dazzlingly white and shiny full bathroom, complete with bathtub/shower. And at the opening of the door, a bunch of little fancy gizmo’s revealed themselves, nearly all of them clearly of Melvins own design, even including a soothing little ornamental fountain, just to send it over the top with fanciness and excess . Professor Poopypants stared transfixed at the sight, until Melvin reached over and closed the door shut, snapping him out of it. “…Ok, I will admit, that is a REALLY nice bathroom.” “Why thank you.” Melvin replied with pride “I have put a lot of work into it” “Yhah! you can really tell, what with that automatic tooth brusher and that little fountain, really just ties the room togeth… WAIT, NO!  We’re getting off topic! So you said there’s only 30 minutes left of…‘Homework time’…Left.” Poopypants doing an extremely annoyed set of finger quotes over the words homework time, “Vhat about after that?” “Welllll... then it’s bedtime.” Melvin stated matter of factly. “Bedtime?” He replies back, his tone the questioning disbelief of someone having their spirits crushed. Though Melvin doesn’t pick up on this. “Yeah. I’m really not supposed to leave my room until tomorrow morning.” “TOMORROW MORNING!!!!!!!” The sudden shout giving Melvin a bit of a fright as Poopypants continues shouting, “You expect us to wait until tomorrow morning!! We’ve got far too much work yet to do! We can not afford to be wasting time like this! Now show me the labs!!!!” “But I’m not supposed to…” “YES I KNOW MELVIN! YOU AREADY MENTIONED THAT! YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE AN EXCEPTION! NOW GO!!! NOW!!!!! Startled by the yelling, and not being the sort of kid able to refuse a direct order by an authority figure, he panics and almost drops the professor, before being spurred on by the professors insistence like a startled horse. Grasping the excitable professor a little too tightly in his hand, which silenced him with an unpleasant “*HURK*” sound, he runs to the door, throwing it open and sprinting down the hallway, holding the tiny professor at arm’s length out in front of him in both hands as if the tiny man would somehow lead the way of the fourth grader’s frenzied sprint towards the garage.

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An animation test for my upcoming video showing off Arcanna’s magic

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Arcannas version of a tantibus, This one is called a taraxipus