Theme Park Troubles

Hello, Misfitverse fans! L1701E here! And I got a treat for you! A brand new fic starring the original Misfit team. Basically, I was struggling for inspiration, until I saw an episode of The Simpsons. And it hit me like a lightning bolt! So, enjoy this fic!

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to me, Red Witch, Marvel Comics, Hasbro, and/or others. Oh, and here's your quote: "We're out of 'Bort' license plates."

Chapter 1: Let's Go Out!

The Pit

The Pit. It was home to the Misfits, the young mutant wards of the elite (and insane) anti-terrorist military force known as GI Joe. In the Joes' motor pool, three members of the Misfits were repairing a tank.

"I never thought I'd have a lot of fun doing this stuff." A tall boy with long brown hair grinned, pushing himself out from underneath the tank, which was held up by several supports. His name was Lance Alvers. Codenamed Avalanche, Lance had the mutant ability to manipulate the earth and create earthquakes. "Now I know what Cover Girl sees in these things."

"Yeah, whatever you say." A teenage boy with long black hair and a black 5–pointed-star-shaped birthmark over his right eye grunted, polishing the side of the tank. His name was Craig Starr, codenamed Darkstar. A former gang member from Los Angeles, Craig had the mutant power of hypnosis, as well as the ability to fire a purple laser from his right eye. He also had a telepathic link with his identical twin brother Paul Starr, aka Starchild. "Sheesh, how long did they leave this thing in the desert?"

"Well, Dusty and Cross-Country did go out on one heck of a bender while they were chasing in Morocco." Lance chuckled. "I heard they scared the living bejesus out of a couple sheiks."

"Oh, I heard about that." Craig nodded. "That would explain the latest lawsuit. And those women dressed like extras from 'I Dream of Jeannie'."

"Oh yeah, I think they were a gift from one of the sheiks they encountered." Craig remembered.

"Not to mention Cover Girl pulled a couple stop signs from the turret." Lance added, pointing at the turret. Meanwhile, as Craig and Lance were talking, a third member of the Misfits was having some fun himself.

"Ooooooh…" An Australian-accented voice grinned with insane happiness as the source, a reddish-blond teen, stared at the flame of an acetylene torch. His name was St. John Allerdyce, an Australian teen who used to be a member of the group of evil mutants known as the Acolytes. St. John's name is normally pronounced "Sinjin", but he was often just called John for short. John was considered the most insane of the Misfit team, because of his love of burning things and his insane conspiracy theories. "Pretty…." He giggled madly, pulled down his goggles, and started to weld something together. Lance looked up.

"Oh, no." Lance sighed.

"What is that fire-loving idiot doing?" Craig groaned, rubbing his temple. The two looked at each other.

"You want to ask him?" Lance offered.

"No way." Craig shook his head. "I don't want to catch any crazy disease from him."

"Oh, come on." Lance groaned. "Last time I asked him, I nearly got spooked out of my skin."

"Well, you were interrupting him in the middle of his designing a Halloween painting." Craig smirked. "And I thought Wanda was the scary one in this bunch."

"You should talk, considering you're the one who wants to date her." Lance snickered, making Craig blush.

"Ah, shaddap…" Craig growled defensively, trying to hide his reddened cheeks. The geokinetic carefully walked over to the insane giggling pyromaniac.

"Uh, John…" Lance spoke up carefully. "John…" The Aussie looked up from his welding.

"What's up, mate?" John grinned is usual insane grin.

"…What're you doing, and which fire department will we have to call this time?" Lance frowned, crossing his arms.

"I'm making something…" John grinned. "Something neat."

"Knowing John, he turned a fire truck into a dragon again." Craig sighed.

"Behold! ART!" John waved at his creation. Lance and Craig blinked at Pyro's creation: A collection of various pipes welded together.

"…what is it?" Lance blinked.

"It's a bunch of pipes welded together." Craig shook his head.

"No it's not." John shook his head, still grinning. "It's a bunch of camels doing the Mexican Hat Dance around a banana split."

"…John, did you forget your meds?" Lance blinked.

"There are meds that work on him?" Craig asked dryly.

"Look, see…" John pointed around the odd structure. "There's the camels, I call that one Perseus, there's the banana split, and here's the clouds shaped like turtles…"

"I think Psyche-Out needs to give him stronger meds." Lance shook his head.

"First, they have to invent meds that work on him." Craig reminded dryly.

Misfit Manor

Two of the Misfits were happily watching television. One had green scaly skin and long blond hair in a ponytail, and the other was a gray-skinned young girl. They were Xi and Olivia Osnick, aka Spyder. Xi was a genetic creation of Cobra who befriended Todd "Toad" Tolensky, and become one of the first Misfits. Spyder had the abilities of a spider, as well as the power to create electric webs.

"Ooh, look!" Spyder pointed at the TV with a happy grin. "That commercial is coming on again!"

"Come to Adventure World!" A commercial announced. "Where excitement awaits! Battle the Mummy in Egypt! Explore the jungle! Defend the earth from alien invaders! Live out your wildest dreams in Adventure World!"

"I have heard of this 'Adventure World'." Xi remembered. "It is an amusement park, correct?"

"Uh-huh!" Spyder grinned. "Not just any amusement park! It's one of those new parks with the interactive robots."

"Ask your mom and dad! Go, go, GO!" The commercial sang.

"Let's go!" Spyder and Xi ran into the kitchen, where they found the Joe sailor called Shipwreck making a sandwich.

"What do you kiddies want?" Shipwreck inquired.

"Shipwreck…" Spyder started, talking calmly. "We would like to go to Adventure World. Now, we have anticipated your response, and we'd like to warn you that your refusal to take us will result in us chorusing for hours on end…" She and Xi started to ask repeatedly in unison. "Can we go to Adventure World? Can we go to Adventure World? Can we go to Adventure World? Can we go to Adventure World? Can we go to Adventure World? Can we go to Adventure World?" Shipwreck thought about it.

"I see your point." The sailor agreed. "Let us celebrate our little conversation with the addition of chocolate to milk."

Well, well, well! Looks like the gang is going out on a new adventure! What madness will happen next? What rides will our heroes go on? Will anyone get arrested? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!