These graybeards and spellcasters won't give up without a fight!
Suspected of using the illegal substances THC, LSD, and WIZ in their potions, the Society of Wizards, Redmond, WA branch has built up a lucrative trade selling various potions to locals and doesn't intend to stop, regardless of what the authorities say. The police have finally acquired a search warrant to search the Wizards' shop for drugs and to use force if necessary. Driving up to the shop front, the police car is met with a concussive blast that knocks the driver unconscious. The car slides onto a bank and the occupants spill out onto the ground, dazed.
Quickly setting up a shelter, the Wizards prepare for a long battle as the cops get behind their car on the other side of the street...
Thinking fast, this resourceful sniper quickly pulls out the spare tire and perches on top of it for a nice vantage point. Have you ever noticed that all snipers wear dark goggles? How can they see to aim if their eyesight is impaired? This phenomenon is explained in Professor Lovelace's book Dangerous Fashion: Looks that Kill:
“...Several hypothetical possibilities exist, including the following: #1. Celebrities go undercover as snipers and pick off paparazzi. Since celebs are notorious for wearing face-swallowing sunglasses, this dress code would be very comfortable, as well as concealing their identity. #2. Snipers can't stand the sight of blood. Wearing the goggles not only decreases the chance of hitting a target, but the tinting makes it hard to see the mess should the sniper miraculously hit some one (not necessarily the intended target). #3. In order to mask their bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep because of all of the perceived “ghosts” they claim haunt them in their beds. This case is strikingly similar to security guards wearing mirrored sunglasses so their superiors can't tell when they're asleep on the job.”
This poor fellow doesn't know what to make of the commotion outside, but he really won't know what to think when the cops call for an airstrike. All of his baseball cards a smoking, charred mess on top of the smoking, charred mess that used to be his desk.
Ducking behind a rock and the back of the car, Joe lets off some lead at the nearest wizard. Sadly, Joe never passed target practice, but as all of the other, favored cops were at the party at Dunkin' Doughnuts he was pressed into emergency service; thus proving once again that your social standing is extremely important even on the job.
Joe's lack of precision shooting skills is quite fortunate for Gnigmo the Green, otherwise he may find out the hard way that he really needs to practice his shielding spell more often. Gnigmo himself would rather not be here, but he feels that this is his chance to prove his superiority to his arch-rival Remzook the Red. Surely he will be commended for his bravery and proficiency in spellcasting!
Remzook couldn't care less about Gnigmo's feelings towards him, he doesn't have time to waste if he's going to advance to Head Wizard someday. The only spell he wastes time on is one to make an RPG appear from the bottomless depths of his suitcase. Surely he will be commended for his quick thinking and resourcefulness! Then he will be one step closer to that fancy title and big, throne-like chair! The near realization of his ambitions makes him dizzy. Bad news considering that he's on a balcony ten feet in the air.
Several feet below Remzook the Red, Bimblechook the Black fearlessly protects the shop with his rapier and a glass of wine. Well, empty wineglass, anyway; he'll probably have to go into the back room for some more soon. Naturally, he will do it with the utmost gravity as he is a very serious wizard, which makes his name seem all the stranger. It would seem that all wizards have ridiculous names, but no one has ever considered telling them that. For now, though, Bimblechook isn't interested in more wine; he's busy eying the extremely attractive wizard on the other side of the glass.
Normally, Bimblechook would do all in his power to appear perfect in front of the branch executive Wifflesnap the White, but he's out of town at a convention in Seattle, so Bimblechook plays it safe and avoids danger. After all, his death would prove to be an irksome obstacle in the path of his career.
Normally she's just Catherine Rogers, Remzook's secretary, but for today she's Gruzieldininina the Grey. This temporary wizardship gives her the authorization required in order to look upon the secret Book of Wizardly Potions so that she can read the recipe to the other wizards. The sword in her hands isn't just for looks, you know, it's a wonderful, multipurpose tool for everything from bricklaying to removing the heads from the shoulders of pesky suitors. Poor Bimblechook, he never really had a chance.
Across from the table is Cranberry the Cobalt. She refused to be Blaihter the Blue, so she stuck with her usual name and changed the color to Cobalt. No wizard has ever split from the basic colors before, and Cranberry is at the heart of a heated controversy on account of this. However, no one is bothering to argue with her as she prepares certain weed- er, plants for the cauldron. Her all-purpose chef's knife makes short work of the plant on the table. Once complete, this potion should turn the enemy agents into assorted garden vegetables.
Bursting into the shelter is Bramble the Brown, his name is also somewhat tolerable, yet he is very touchy on the subject. He feels that the Naming Ministry didn't think he was special enough to receive a unique name, so Bramble it is. As of right now he is returning from a resource-gathering excursion with a stolen croissant which he intends to use as a weapon. His plan is to enchant the croissant to explode, “Filling the air with light, buttery shrapnel.” He doesn't even consider that lethal pastry may be banned in the Geneva Convention. Doughnuts would have been more effective, but he hasn't learned the spell for that yet.
Hiding behind the crates is Mefflebram the Yellow, not only does his name not start with the first letter of his color, but his dress code also causes some raised eyebrows. Society rules require that any practitioner in the wizardly arts may join the Society without discrimination on basis of color, skills, or cultural tradition, but yellow is a very unfortunate color for a Lego minifig; Mefflebram's clothing, if it can be called such, consists of a large leaf held out in front. In his other hand he wields a baseball bat for lack of a proper weapon.
One reason Bramble the Brown was in such a hurry was because of the owner of the grocery stall that he stole the croissant from, she threatened to call the police on him, so he ran, not stopping to realize that the coppers were already there. The owner's defiant facade has crumbled now, due to the fact that she is being charged by a man with a great big scimitar. Hiding behind the crate, she peeks over to watch the spectacle unfold.
Ţžçâŕşħïpĥăłůđ's headlong one-man charge against the enemy has degenerated into a full-scale retreat as bullets nip at his heels. Fleeing in the direction of the fruit stall, he causes no little alarm to the lady at the register.
Come on, you know you love the cash register, it's one of those details you can't resist! Like the sidewalk grates and trash can and the lamp on the railing and the manhole cover and the window box in the, um, window, the windshield wipers on the car, the civilians hiding... All precisely calculated to lure you in until you've fallen hopelessly in love with this creation!
Born to British parents stationed in the far east, Ţžçâŕşħïpĥăłůđ the Tan has grown up with the customs of India. He has the ferocity of the tiger against his enemies, but even tigers know when to run!
Upstairs from the market stall is the residence of the one and only John Smith and his lovely wife Jane Doe. Jane looks over the action outside her window; her face may look horrified at the events transpiring below her, but we all know that once it's all over she's going to gossip all over town about it while her husband holds his ears and thinks about the beer he has in the freezer.
You may not notice unless you look closely, but the flowers in the window box are fake. Giving all of the color and class of real flowers without any work, this fits in with the Smith's philosophy on life: appearance is paramount, always trying to keep up with the Joneses down the street without having to make any sort of commitment that might possibly bring happiness and fulfillment to their lives.
Right next door is the upper rooms of the Society of Wizards' Redmond branch and Potion Shoppe. Not too much to see here, but a whole lot to worry about; a wizard with an RPG is a truly frightening sight, especially when he seems to be enjoying it so much. Staff against the wall, briefcase in hand, Remzook is the very picture of prosperous-wizard-caught-in-rough-circumstances-yet-dutifully-standing-firm-to-get-the-job-done, and he knows it.
One door over we have this lovely little apartment building; a serene, graceful structure with the pale morning sun bathing the stone in it's gentle glow. Yes, that really is morning sunlight, I got up early and took the whole thing outside to shoot these photos. The clarity and color is wonderful, but the length of shadows when the sun is at that angle make it hard to find a suitable place to hold the camera. Still, it beats artificial light.
Speaking of lighting, did you know that all episodes of Will Chapman's House of Pancakes were shot in the bathroom? The reason is that the mirror and all of the white of the walls makes for a nice, luminous environment with lots of indirect light. I can also close the door to get absolute darkness perfect for dramatic scenes with colored light, but my cheap digital camera makes a mess of dark pictures. Maybe I'll get a better one someday.
One last overview shot of the wizards faction, just because. I'm sure you've noticed by now that I've glued several glaives to the end of poles for wizards staffs. I admit it, I used glue, but I don't use super glue as it's a complete waste of the parts in question, rather, I just use good ol' Elmer's washable so that I can get my pieces back to normal afterwards. I badly need u-clips, but don't really have any money to spend on them ($10 minimum order, ya' know).
A revisiting of the officers' and agents' side of the street; I only touched on them briefly because the literally colorful wizards are the real stars here, but even blue-clad doughnut-chompin' cops deserve a little attention. Yes, cops do have a universal love of doughnuts, where I live there are several doughnut shops in town, and there is always at least one police car out front.
I was extremely happy with how the police car turned out and may post instructions for it some day. The shape is just right and the size fits nicely and is almost to minifig scale. I don't have a picture up, but the knocked-out driver actually is in the car, hanging out of the window. It was the only blurry picture out of the bunch, which is something of a record for me.
Yes, there are windshield wipers on the car as a last resort: when you're all out of ammo and you try to escape in your car it really helps to have a nice, clear windshield. This can not be achieved without the wipers. (Wipers not rated for effectiveness when raining pianos.)
A better shot of the men in blue (and black). First is the sniper, Harold Humphrey II; everyone just calls him Harry, mostly because of the gun he's always carrying, and he has never once been called by his full name since getting his license. Fun Fact: Did you know that people with the same name as their parents that have “Jr.” attached to the end of their names are less successful than the same person with a number at the end, like III or IV? This Harold Humphrey is carrying on a grand tradition of dorky names, keeping the unfortunate, helpless rage in the family for generations to come.
Next we have Demo Dave with the MGL, he appears courtesy of a waaaay earlier MOC that he was in. It's just something about that particular head with the MGL that I just love. Perhaps it's the absolutely crusty expression that fits so nicely with high explosives, perhaps it's the sleazy beard that suggests a shady past, perhaps we'll never know.
Last we have Laura Sanders, she really likes her gun, and likes it even better when she's using it. Hence her toying with Ţžçâŕşħïpĥăłůđ the Tan.
I am quite sure that by now it is apparent that I'm running out of brilliant things to say, so I'll just leave you with one final picture:
This creation was an entry to a contest over on Brickarms, but it was also a welcome chance to use the glaive prototypes given to me by Will Chapman. The design is very similar to Shannon Young's Please Harley Don't Hurt 'Em and rightly so, because it was the main inspiration behind this. It gave me an opportunity to try and build some Town stuff and work with a SNOT baseplate and all of the complications that come with.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot:
I made a follow-up to this creation and posted it here a while back. The Doughnut Shop, was created after the drug bust, but posted over here first because if it's small size, whereas this creation took a bit of time to convert to html for MOCpages.
Another great setup here! I really love how you can make an entire story full of detail and quirky moments all within one frozen moment in time. I like that style alot, kinda like a Wazgij jigsaw puzzle, so much happening in every inch of the picture... might have to try it too... Really love that song.
Wow, this sure brings back memories! Of course, back then the cops didn't use automatic weapons, just sticks and fists! Always followed the same routine, too. Loud knocking at the door; you start flushing your shi- stuff down the john while someone stalls them. They hear that and bust the door in. Ah, what a great time! I'm going to have to view this again and again. Great Moc!
Absolutely great MOC! I love all that detailed work like bulletholes, and those buildings! Only thing I would change is the main pic. It is not the best possible to catch attention for a MOC like this!
I finally made it to the front page! It's one small step for MMM, one giant- ah... I have a dream! *applause* Thank you to all of my wonderful brainwashed supporters out there!
Quoting Chris Phipson
Wifey is a vegetarian. Aside from the copious amounts of Mountain Dew that I swig I'm actually quite the healthy eater. Just don't let that get out, I have a reputation to uphold. ~C.
Don't worry, even if you do eat your veggies, you certainly don't look it. (Feel better now?)
Quoting Ribbits M
Who knew those darn wizards could do such a thing? I mean, I thought they kept it all.
You got me there. Why share it if they've got it? Keep the stash stashed somewhere for later use in tripping out during that fortune-telling shtick. Light 'em if ya got 'em, people! ;)
Very nice work! The whole scene comes together quite well, and the concept is fun to boot. Your presentation was quite fun as well! And who knew those darn wizards could do such a thing? I mean, I thought they kept it all.
"At any rate, I'm sure I won't catch you at a salad bar any time in the near future, either. :P" hehehe, you'd be surprised. Wifey is a vegatarian. Aside from the copious amounts of Mountain Dew that I swig (check my latest moc for a follow up to that joke if you wish) I'm actually quite the healty eater. Just don't let that get out, I have a reputation to uphold. ~C.
"Yes, cops do have a universal love of doughnuts." No we don't. That's a complete sterotype. I haven't had a donut in... man, must be more than a year now. Anyway, aside from that single glaring oversite, this moc is, to say the least, AMAZING! All the detail you've put into this and the story that goes with it. Priceless all round! The thing about the Smith's keeping up with the Jones' made me LOL. Great job and keep em coming! ~ Chris.