Neglected Pup Night.

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

Here is Emile.

Emile the rat.

The mighty rat.

Mighty. For he is the lord of trash, the hunter of rare items of refuse that are gems in his eye. Stalking the garbage cans of Milliways looking for his trophy.

He's...

He's...

o.o

Apparently stuck in the last rubbish bin he jumped into and is now causing it to shake and hop. And shout. Muffled shouts.

Remy always thought garbage was bad for you, but this might not have been what he'd had in mind.





[Mini Tag: Emile (Ratatouille)]

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[newdirective.livejournal.com]

After somerattling shaking and hopping, there is a crash -- garbages goes everywhere. Maybe even Emile goes everywhere.

But more importantly: when the trash bin falls over, this catches the attention of one very curious robot. Emile best be careful, or he's going to get compacted. After all, a robot's got to follow his directive...

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

Sudden rescues are sudden, yes?

Emile, for his part, is rolling along like a fat little ... well, rat, before he bumps into a table leg. Which graciously happened to be nearby, or he'd be doing a lot of rolling.

Still, when he gets up, he totters a bit. Dizzily.

WALL-E probably didn't know his own strength.

[newdirective.livejournal.com]

He doesn't, really. There's the whir of gears, one of the busted up treads flapping against the floor as he wheels over to the rat; a musical query note is played, and then the robot reaches out to poke the furry bundle.

Been a long time since he's seen a rat. They've been dead on his planet for centuries, after all.

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

And everyone said they'd survive a nuclear Armageddon, too.

So much for popular opinion.

Anyways...

Furry bundle tips over from the poking of the fellow Pixar pup robot.

"...thanks...?" he mutters.

Just how many WALL-Es are there supposed to be? Blink blink.

[newdirective.livejournal.com]

Metal hands are not ungentle in attempting to right Emile, but let's face it: Those are hard, cold metal robot hands. Still, he's very careful in getting the rat to NOT fall down, looking at him with blatant inquiry: What are you and why are you so silly?

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

Good thing for built-in fur coats.

"Uhm, thanks?" he repeats.

Maybe the robot just didn't understand him the first time? His voice might have quavered a little.

[newdirective.livejournal.com]

There's a pleased chirrup, and then the little guy goes to the trash now that Emile seems okay, and begins to gather up the trash for compaction.

...probably a good thing Emile is over HERE instead of over THERE, cause... he makes it into a nice little cube. Emile would have been like the ugly, not-very-creamy center to a twinkie that nobody would have wanted to eat. Ever.

[willeatanything.livejournal.com]

Except, of course, Emile. Yay, cannibalism. ><

.................

...okay?

He scurries over to the robot, where he's probably doing a fair bit of looking up if the scale of WALL-E to cockroach in that icon is an indicator.

"I'm Emile?"

[newdirective.livejournal.com]

Alas -- WALL-E does not speak Rat.

He barely speaks three words of English.

He simply chirrups again at the rat, as if bewildered by what it's going on about. Hi adorable rat, are you okay? Did you get brained? He turns and then looks ponderously at the rat and makes that query noise again.