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The Big Circus Convention
Rolf the Wolf speaking; for the purposes of being a superhero in the G-52 Organization, I just chose "Ringmaster" to be my codename. All of us significant members of COTS (Circus of the Superstars) ended up in the G-52s because of the powers we had received, so our codenames reflect that. Graham Gurdetha, representing his role as the principal drummer for the marching band, chose the name "Rhythm Bear," while his cousin, Gerry, is "Daredevil Bear," and the Amazing Jamie chose the name "Incredible Illusionist." Do note we have a newer G-52 with the codename "Illusion Lion," and he actually spoke with Jamie and a few other magicians, asking for advice on how to use his powers in battle without crossing the line.
However, that's not what I am here to discuss, although it is worth knowing that, because it shows how we G-52s look out for one another. Instead, we had mentioned before that when the C.I.D.F. did the huge documentation waves that they did, amongst the many furries that were once human beings were all planning to attend a big circus-themed convention in Wildcat City. Its purpose was to celebrate the legacies of the circus, and fight to preserve its history, even though it had its negative moments such as the fact they used live wild animals for entertainment, and some wild animals killed some human beings when the humans provoked them. (Other sad parts would include when a circus act would go wrong and cause an accident. However, Super C has forbidden me from speaking about those. It is a miracle, however, that our circus never had an accident or injury while a performance was happening. If any happened, they were during rehearsals.)
When Leo the Patriotic Lion was elected President of the United States, leading those who did not vote for him to proclaim that the nation was finished, and that everybody's lives would only be preserved if we stopped being the United States of America and started being the Empire of Zanicchi (which is rubbish because that's what CNG was brainwashing them into believing), one of the first bills he signed into law was forbidding circuses from using live wild animals for entertainment, and requiring them to release them back into the wild. (Horses are an exception depending on the type of horse.) His administration supervised some of the releases, but on at least one occasion, the wildlife, upon spotting Leo, decided on their own to perform their acts for him, acknowledging him as the Galactic Emperor. The act ended with them giving their version of a military salute, and he saluted them back. (The wild lions and tigers using their tails to salute him since they stood on all fours, and the elephants used their trunks after trumpeting for him.)
"I thank you for your performance," he said, "but prepare to embrace the lives you never knew, but should have had all the time. You're not under contract anymore. You're free!"
Upon hearing the word "free," the wildlife began to celebrate, and cooperated with the humans helping them be released.
The convention center in Wildcat City was decorated like the inside of a traditional big top circus, and it allowed its attendees to perform in all aspects, such as allowing the animals in band uniforms to play, the ones dressed as ringmasters to make their special announcements, and even a few acts to be performed. Given the nature of the building, we couldn't do some of the acts, such as the human cannonball or the diving acts, but we have space for the trapeze artists and tightrope walkers to safely perform, ensuring they were safe with the nets under them.
The convention center also had a big enough space for us to walk around, since the convention officially began with a big parade. COTS, being the honored guests, led the way, with the other musicians and ringmasters following them, and since it was a habit at this point, so many animals were padding (barefoot). I wore the drum major uniform so I could lead the parade, but when that was finished, and it was time to start the next portion of the day, I changed into my ringmaster uniform and spoke into a microphone to begin the next part. The musicians kept their instruments on them the whole time so that they could perform when commanded, such as when I asked them to play the national anthem to start the show. (Our circus always began with the playing of our national anthem, and ended with a Sousa march.) The drummers then would beat a drum roll on cue, but to allow the acts to perform without pressure, we didn't use timpani for this; just the military field drums and concert snare drums. The bass drums and the cymbals would beat and crash on cue as well.
Jamie would reprise his role as the official circus magician for the magic portion of the show, in which he would also give pointers and advice to the magicians that wanted more practice. He had a few come up on stage and demonstrate how they could pull a rabbit out of a hat, although some magicians ended up having it backfire on them; one white tiger instead pulled out a ton of handkerchiefs. "Either I said the wrong magic words, or I waved my wand wrong," he said, "but I'm not bothered by it."
"You'll get there in the end," Jamie assured him. "From what I understand, though, it may be you having to get used to having superpowers in the first place. When CNG got us all, according to what the C.I.D.F. told me, the aftereffects of it when it ceased to exist in 2022 had an effect on everybody's superpowers. You all did not know you had superpowers until you were documented, and the supernatural picking up where CNG left off noticed this. It therefore did what CNG would have done, and made things unpredictable for all of you, I'm sorry to report. As a result, your magic tricks haven't worked out every time. Try again, though."
The white tiger did so, and this time, he pulled out a rabbit. Another lion magician attending the convention then did it the same way, although he did everything right, but a litter of Labrador retriever puppies came out of the hat; there were five yellow labs, four chocolate labs, and three black labs. "Is this the unpredictable factor you mentioned?" he asked.
"Yes, because you did everything right, and it still came out different," Jamie replied, "but not to worry. After a month or two, it will always work out right."
The C.I.D.F. agents present that were helping with security for the convention then explained what they were allowed to explain about how CNG got to all of them and why it was doing this. The attendees agreed, and some of the humans in attendance (since there were humans attending, but just as guests) opted to adopt the puppies. Their intentions were to just get one or two per family, but the litter was evidently inseparable, so one wealthier family ended up adopting all the puppies. The magicians (including Jamie) summoned some kennels for them, and the proper paperwork was soon filled out in order.
For the tightrope walker acts and trapeze acts, some of the guests did those acts, although the tightrope was at a much lower height so that the leopard performer wouldn't be so scared, since he had a moderate case of height fright. By the end of the successful performance, though, we could say he conquered his fear of heights.
The lion trapeze performer was at the full height, and we made sure he had enough room to perform so that he would not bump his head on the ceiling. Thankfully, the building was tall enough to allow him to do everything right. He came from a military family, and he showed this when he stood like a soldier at attention, letting the drum roll make him feel patriotic. Then he raised his right hand to show he was ready to begin, and then he actually began to do the flips. He went twice, back and forth, across the performing area, doing backflips and frontflips the first two times, then hanging upside down on a few occasions, and ending with a dangerous act of standing on one leg on top of one of the trapezes.
He gave the audience the military salute when they began to clap for him, backed up by the cymbal crash and "TA-DA!" fanfare from the trumpets. Then he safely lowered himself to the ground.
Oh, by the way, we did have the two SWAT Kats at the convention, since we had hired them as extra drummers when need be. Chance Furlong (T-Bone) and Jake Clawson (Razor) led the parade with their bass drum and field drum (military snare drum), respectively, and played a few solos for the concerts, as well as add to the drum rolls for the acts.
The rest of the convention was a combination of band concert music and testimonials, with the COTS band playing the music (and any other animal musicians present were free to join in, which they did if they knew the song). The testimonials included me, Jamie, Gerry, and some others talk about our experiences at the circus, and how the jobs we had to fall back on once COTS closed down for good in 2020 helped us transition into our lives as G-52s. (By now we were using the timpani.)
The convention's finale concert was actually a jazz concert, illustrating how COTS also played jazz music to entertain everyone; since we had Graham and another red fox drummer alternate on the drum set and other percussion instruments, it allowed Chance to show his talents with the trombone, while Jake played the tenor saxophone. (He has practiced with the soprano, alto, and baritone sax for the musical payroll system, but here, he was just playing tenor.)
Overall, it was a wonderful time we had together, and any animals who had not been documented yet took advantage of the convention when the C.I.D.F. went ahead and documented them (including the magicians struggling with the magic).
The next day, we returned to our regular lives, although Chance and Jake were still playing music with us, and both were beating their drums again as we visited Fife-Eche Forest to bless the nature with the sounds of music, the greatest thing ever invented. No society could ever exist without it. You can try, but you can't do it; you have to have music, folks.
Thanks, and have a music-filled happy day now.
THE END
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The Big Circus Convention
Rolf the Wolf speaking; for the purposes of being a superhero in the G-52 Organization, I just chose "Ringmaster" to be my codename. All of us significant members of COTS (Circus of the Superstars) ended up in the G-52s because of the powers we had received, so our codenames reflect that. Graham Gurdetha, representing his role as the principal drummer for the marching band, chose the name "Rhythm Bear," while his cousin, Gerry, is "Daredevil Bear," and the Amazing Jamie chose the name "Incredible Illusionist." Do note we have a newer G-52 with the codename "Illusion Lion," and he actually spoke with Jamie and a few other magicians, asking for advice on how to use his powers in battle without crossing the line.
However, that's not what I am here to discuss, although it is worth knowing that, because it shows how we G-52s look out for one another. Instead, we had mentioned before that when the C.I.D.F. did the huge documentation waves that they did, amongst the many furries that were once human beings were all planning to attend a big circus-themed convention in Wildcat City. Its purpose was to celebrate the legacies of the circus, and fight to preserve its history, even though it had its negative moments such as the fact they used live wild animals for entertainment, and some wild animals killed some human beings when the humans provoked them. (Other sad parts would include when a circus act would go wrong and cause an accident. However, Super C has forbidden me from speaking about those. It is a miracle, however, that our circus never had an accident or injury while a performance was happening. If any happened, they were during rehearsals.)
When Leo the Patriotic Lion was elected President of the United States, leading those who did not vote for him to proclaim that the nation was finished, and that everybody's lives would only be preserved if we stopped being the United States of America and started being the Empire of Zanicchi (which is rubbish because that's what CNG was brainwashing them into believing), one of the first bills he signed into law was forbidding circuses from using live wild animals for entertainment, and requiring them to release them back into the wild. (Horses are an exception depending on the type of horse.) His administration supervised some of the releases, but on at least one occasion, the wildlife, upon spotting Leo, decided on their own to perform their acts for him, acknowledging him as the Galactic Emperor. The act ended with them giving their version of a military salute, and he saluted them back. (The wild lions and tigers using their tails to salute him since they stood on all fours, and the elephants used their trunks after trumpeting for him.)
"I thank you for your performance," he said, "but prepare to embrace the lives you never knew, but should have had all the time. You're not under contract anymore. You're free!"
Upon hearing the word "free," the wildlife began to celebrate, and cooperated with the humans helping them be released.
The convention center in Wildcat City was decorated like the inside of a traditional big top circus, and it allowed its attendees to perform in all aspects, such as allowing the animals in band uniforms to play, the ones dressed as ringmasters to make their special announcements, and even a few acts to be performed. Given the nature of the building, we couldn't do some of the acts, such as the human cannonball or the diving acts, but we have space for the trapeze artists and tightrope walkers to safely perform, ensuring they were safe with the nets under them.
The convention center also had a big enough space for us to walk around, since the convention officially began with a big parade. COTS, being the honored guests, led the way, with the other musicians and ringmasters following them, and since it was a habit at this point, so many animals were padding (barefoot). I wore the drum major uniform so I could lead the parade, but when that was finished, and it was time to start the next portion of the day, I changed into my ringmaster uniform and spoke into a microphone to begin the next part. The musicians kept their instruments on them the whole time so that they could perform when commanded, such as when I asked them to play the national anthem to start the show. (Our circus always began with the playing of our national anthem, and ended with a Sousa march.) The drummers then would beat a drum roll on cue, but to allow the acts to perform without pressure, we didn't use timpani for this; just the military field drums and concert snare drums. The bass drums and the cymbals would beat and crash on cue as well.
Jamie would reprise his role as the official circus magician for the magic portion of the show, in which he would also give pointers and advice to the magicians that wanted more practice. He had a few come up on stage and demonstrate how they could pull a rabbit out of a hat, although some magicians ended up having it backfire on them; one white tiger instead pulled out a ton of handkerchiefs. "Either I said the wrong magic words, or I waved my wand wrong," he said, "but I'm not bothered by it."
"You'll get there in the end," Jamie assured him. "From what I understand, though, it may be you having to get used to having superpowers in the first place. When CNG got us all, according to what the C.I.D.F. told me, the aftereffects of it when it ceased to exist in 2022 had an effect on everybody's superpowers. You all did not know you had superpowers until you were documented, and the supernatural picking up where CNG left off noticed this. It therefore did what CNG would have done, and made things unpredictable for all of you, I'm sorry to report. As a result, your magic tricks haven't worked out every time. Try again, though."
The white tiger did so, and this time, he pulled out a rabbit. Another lion magician attending the convention then did it the same way, although he did everything right, but a litter of Labrador retriever puppies came out of the hat; there were five yellow labs, four chocolate labs, and three black labs. "Is this the unpredictable factor you mentioned?" he asked.
"Yes, because you did everything right, and it still came out different," Jamie replied, "but not to worry. After a month or two, it will always work out right."
The C.I.D.F. agents present that were helping with security for the convention then explained what they were allowed to explain about how CNG got to all of them and why it was doing this. The attendees agreed, and some of the humans in attendance (since there were humans attending, but just as guests) opted to adopt the puppies. Their intentions were to just get one or two per family, but the litter was evidently inseparable, so one wealthier family ended up adopting all the puppies. The magicians (including Jamie) summoned some kennels for them, and the proper paperwork was soon filled out in order.
For the tightrope walker acts and trapeze acts, some of the guests did those acts, although the tightrope was at a much lower height so that the leopard performer wouldn't be so scared, since he had a moderate case of height fright. By the end of the successful performance, though, we could say he conquered his fear of heights.
The lion trapeze performer was at the full height, and we made sure he had enough room to perform so that he would not bump his head on the ceiling. Thankfully, the building was tall enough to allow him to do everything right. He came from a military family, and he showed this when he stood like a soldier at attention, letting the drum roll make him feel patriotic. Then he raised his right hand to show he was ready to begin, and then he actually began to do the flips. He went twice, back and forth, across the performing area, doing backflips and frontflips the first two times, then hanging upside down on a few occasions, and ending with a dangerous act of standing on one leg on top of one of the trapezes.
He gave the audience the military salute when they began to clap for him, backed up by the cymbal crash and "TA-DA!" fanfare from the trumpets. Then he safely lowered himself to the ground.
Oh, by the way, we did have the two SWAT Kats at the convention, since we had hired them as extra drummers when need be. Chance Furlong (T-Bone) and Jake Clawson (Razor) led the parade with their bass drum and field drum (military snare drum), respectively, and played a few solos for the concerts, as well as add to the drum rolls for the acts.
The rest of the convention was a combination of band concert music and testimonials, with the COTS band playing the music (and any other animal musicians present were free to join in, which they did if they knew the song). The testimonials included me, Jamie, Gerry, and some others talk about our experiences at the circus, and how the jobs we had to fall back on once COTS closed down for good in 2020 helped us transition into our lives as G-52s. (By now we were using the timpani.)
The convention's finale concert was actually a jazz concert, illustrating how COTS also played jazz music to entertain everyone; since we had Graham and another red fox drummer alternate on the drum set and other percussion instruments, it allowed Chance to show his talents with the trombone, while Jake played the tenor saxophone. (He has practiced with the soprano, alto, and baritone sax for the musical payroll system, but here, he was just playing tenor.)
Overall, it was a wonderful time we had together, and any animals who had not been documented yet took advantage of the convention when the C.I.D.F. went ahead and documented them (including the magicians struggling with the magic).
The next day, we returned to our regular lives, although Chance and Jake were still playing music with us, and both were beating their drums again as we visited Fife-Eche Forest to bless the nature with the sounds of music, the greatest thing ever invented. No society could ever exist without it. You can try, but you can't do it; you have to have music, folks.
Thanks, and have a music-filled happy day now.
THE END
The animals in the three huge documentation waves the C.I.D.F. conducted that revealed they were on their way to various circus-themed conventions now attend one in Wildcat City, with the former performers of COTS (Circus of the Superstars) as the honored guests.
COTS, G-52s, C.I.D.F., etc. © me and me alone
SWAT Kats © Warner Bros. and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Christian & Yvon Tremblay.
COTS, G-52s, C.I.D.F., etc. © me and me alone
SWAT Kats © Warner Bros. and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Christian & Yvon Tremblay.
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Juno: Germany has done away with circuses for a long while and uses holograms and lighting drones to simulate animals instead.
Zax: America has caught up on this too.
Chuong: The circus as we know it is basically obsolete around the world today.
Jack: Dangerous performances are becoming rare these days it seems.
Chuong: Martial arts performances are eternal so there's that.
Zax: America has caught up on this too.
Chuong: The circus as we know it is basically obsolete around the world today.
Jack: Dangerous performances are becoming rare these days it seems.
Chuong: Martial arts performances are eternal so there's that.
Ringmaster/Rolf the Wolf: It is true that the era of the circus is long gone, but its legacies will last forever.
Fearless Fox: I wouldn't change a single thing about how any of it happened. All of us, though, were glad to see that the bill you signed into law freed all those wild animals.
Leo: It was an act that was long overdue. I'm impressed Ringling Bros. made a comeback; they just had to do it without the animal acts.
Fearless Fox: I wouldn't change a single thing about how any of it happened. All of us, though, were glad to see that the bill you signed into law freed all those wild animals.
Leo: It was an act that was long overdue. I'm impressed Ringling Bros. made a comeback; they just had to do it without the animal acts.
Blue: Migoto Circus and the Daifuku Circus have been sensations here!
Pink: No doubt. Lots of people, even tourists go to them.
Pink: No doubt. Lots of people, even tourists go to them.
Rolf: We thank them for inviting us to see them. It will be a wonderful sight to see both perform as one.
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