A/N: This story is very cheesy and switches perspectives often. At the rate I'm going, I'll be done with this very soon, so I'll have time to focus on my other stories. This was just too good to pass up! This started as a oneshot, but got too long. BTW, Janet + "Coolsville" = other universe "Zompers" (read my story "The Brad & Janet Mysteries" to get it)

[Setting: Party Beach...]

Brad Majors parked the car in the parking lot of Party Beach. "Well, here we are." He announced.

"Oh, Brad!" Janet Weiss giggled. "It's lovely! Look at all those teenagers having fun!"

The teenagers were dancing to the rocking beat of the Del-Aires, the hottest new band on the scene.

"Do you think we should join in?"

"Oh, would they let us? I mean, they're so young..."

"Anything for you, Janet." He grinned, getting out of the car and letting her out.

Just as they left, another car pulled into the space next to them abruptly.

"You shouldn't be drinking so much, Tina!" Hank scolded.

"I can drink whatever I want!" Tina exclaimed drunkenly.

"Why are you slurring?" It hit him suddenly. "Did you have three cocktails before we left?"

"I dance better when I've had a few!" She got out of the car and slammed the door.

"Tina!" Hank tried to follow her as she ran away, bumping into Brad and Janet. "Uh, sorry, guys." He rushed off.

"Well, they're certainly in a hurry to join the party!" Brad grinned.

"Coolsville!" She squealed.

[Setting: The Huge Castle On Party Beach...]

Columbia gasped."The summer castle!"

"I hate that new band outside." Magenta groaned, carrying in a large suitcase.

"And all those spastically dancing teenagers." Riff Raff complained. "Why did we have to come here?"

"Because the Master wants a break." Columbia replied.

"Because the Master wants some quality time with his 'glorious creation.'" Magenta mocked.

Just then, they heard a loud scream.

"Rocky!" Frank-N-Furter rushed into the huge front room, distressed. "Have you seen Rocky?"

"He's lost?!" Columbia gasped.

Magenta and Riff Raff simultaneously rolled their eyes. "Here we go." She sighed.

[Setting: Party Beach...]

Tina gulped down another cocktail at the bar. Smiling, she wiped her mouth and broke a glass on the bar counter. All the others turned to stare at her. "Let's party!" She screamed excitedly. "Hit it!"

The Del-Aires started playing an exciting song as everyone cheered. Tina ran onto the sand, nearly getting her foot lodged in it, and began dancing wildly

Little did she know, a gang of motorcyclists were watching her and not just for amusement either.

"You see that chick over there?" The leader, Mike, smacked another motorcyclist on the head.

"Yeah." He replied. "She's a hot one. Why, you want to get in that?"

"Take your mind off her for a minute, you casanovas." Another snickered. "Look at that square just staring at her. What's the matter with him?"

Mike looked at the muscular guy wearing nothing but small gold shorts. His vacant eyes were locked on the gyrating Tina. To his dismay, she stopped and noticed him.

"Well, hello, handsome." She purred, pulling him up and dancing with him, a smile spread on his face. "You do know how to dance, do you?"

He frowned and shook his head.

"Well, I'll just have to teach you." She began grinding against the guy.

Mike was almost about to go after him when he felt a tap on his shoulder. A clueless-looking loser was panicking behind him. "Have you seen my girlfriend?" He fretted. "Brunette, wearing a bikini, kind of crazy?"

"Oh, you mean her?" He gestured to the girl who was enticing the muscular guy into dirty dancing. "Man, I feel bad for you. Half the guys on the beach been lusting after her all day."

"But Mike, you was-" One of them piped up.

"Don't listen to him, he's brain-dead." Mike shook his head. "Anyways, you better go get your woman back. She's over there with Mr. Muscles." As he ran away, Mike sighed. "Poor sap."