Pumpkin Problems

Hello, folks! L1701E here! I present to you, my latest West Coast Misfit adventure! Basically, our heroes run into some problems when they try to have themselves some nice Halloween fun!

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to me, Red Witch, Hasbro, Marvel Comics, and/or others. And here's your quote: "CATFIGHT! CATFIIIIGHT!" – Joey Styles, the voice of ECW.

Chapter 1: In the Beginning…!

Malibu Base

Malibu Base. The headquarters of the West Coast Misfits, America's premier west coast-based superteam. The West Coast Misfits' roster composed of young mutants from around the world with a diverse array of powers and personalities. And two of those personalities were duking it out in front of the TV.

"Hey, gimme the remote, jabroni!" A Boston-accented voice snapped, the source tugging at the remote. Kyle Wildfire was a young mutant from Boston, Massachusetts. Despite his being the youngest of the team, he was one of the team powerhouses thanks to his mutant ability to generate and manipulate electricity, earning him the codename Thunderbolt. "The Thunderbolt wants to watch the Malibu Wrestling Federation's October Bloodbath!"

"No! I wish to watch the Charlie Brown Halloween special!" The other voice, holding a Japanese accent, snapped back, tugging at the remote. It belonged to a boy in his mid-teens. His name was Toshi Yoshida, a Japanese mutant who had the powers of flight and the ability to generate superheated plasma. His codename was Sunfire.

"You don't even like Charlie Brown!" Kyle snapped, tugging at the remote.

"And they'll play the Bloodbath all day!" Toshi countered, giving the remote a harder tug. "You can watch it after this!" The two's arguing can be heard in the kitchen, where a couple other members of the West Coast Misfits were working on some other projects.

"Hunh…" Rahne Sinclair, the Scottish mutant lycanthrope codenamed Wolfsbane sighed. She was sitting at the kitchen table. Newspapers were covering the tabletop. The redhaired mutant was sketching on a pumpkin. "They're at it again." She turned towards another mutant that was sitting at the table. Thomas Sharpe was an Australian mutant with a shark-based mutation, and the ability to spit streams of supercooled water. He was codenamed Chilljaw. And he happened to be engaged in one of his favorite hobbies: Eating.

"Huh?" Tommy looked from his sandwich.

"I said, they're at it again." Rahne repeated, pointing at the living room with her thumb. Tommy shrugged.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Sheila." Tommy chuckled, waving it off. "Let those two galahs duke it out. When it comes to those two, it's best to just let them duke it out until they either get tired or bored. Besides, last time Theresa did, her head got intimate with a bookcase." Rahne nodded.

"Oh right. Poor girl still has a headache from it." Rahne nodded. "I feel bad for Ali and Longshot, though. Their double date with the Toad and Wavedancer didn't turn out too well." Tommy shrugged again.

"I don't know. I personally don't think it was that bad. From what I heard, the only problem that they really encountered was that clown Magma." Tommy grinned.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that." Rahne chuckled. "I talked tae the X-Men about it. Amara Aquilla found out about him, and she, as the Americans say, went postal." Tommy laughed.

"Oh man, I can only imagine what Amara is like when she goes mad." Tommy chuckled.

"It's nae pretty, Tommy." Rahne shook her head. "One time, when I was with the X-Men, Roberto accidentally doused her in green paint. She went ballistic, and Roberto found himself nearly discovering what lava tasted like."

"Eugh." Tommy winced. "Man, remind me never to hack that Sheila off."

"Aye." Rahne agreed. "It's one of the Golden Rules of the Institute. One: Never touch Mr. Logan's beer without his permission. Two: Never mess with the flowers in Miss Munroe's garden, and Three: Never anger Amara."

"I get the feeling the first two get broken a lot." Tommy frowned.

"Yes. By Shipwreck, mostly." Rahne agreed. "Okay, does this look good to ye?" The redhead turned the pumpkin, revealing that she had sketched a classic Jack o' Lantern face design. "This is the design I'm going tae cut out o' the pumpkin." Tommy frowned slightly.

"Little old-fashioned, ain't it?" Tommy blinked. Rahne blinked at the face.

"It's a classic, Tommy. It's worked for years."

"Yeah, but I went into town today." Tommy countered. "I saw all these Jack o' Lanterns on display in town, and you won't believe some of the designs on them."

"Oh, I heard about that." Rahne remembered. "What're they trying tae do? Go for a record or something?"

"Uh-huh." Tommy confirmed with a nod. "Malibu's going for a world record or something." (1)

"They've never done it, huh?" Rahne noticed. Tommy shook his head.

"Malibu ain't in the record book for that yet, Sheila." Tommy replied, shaking his head. The two young mutants heard the door open and close. They looked up and noticed a blonde woman walk in, carrying a paper bag filled with smaller multi-colored bags. "Hey there, Kicker."

"Hey, guys." The blonde smiled, placing the bag on the counter.

"What's in the bag?" Tommy pointed at it.

"Oh, various candy for any trick-or-treaters." Kicker grinned.

"Better make sure that Jester doesn't find any of it." Rahne warned. "We already have to lock up the vending machines around here because of that sweet tooth of his."

"Oh, remember the last time Jester got hyped up on candy?" Tommy laughed.

"Oh yeah." Rahne chuckled. "Poor Hardcase is still digging the shaving cream out from his jeep." A thunk was heard on the window from outside. The three turned around and saw the dark-haired Air Force pranking pilot codenamed Jester standing at the window. "Hi, Jester!" Rahne greeted with a wave.

"Hey guys!" He waved back. "Hey, my sweet tooth is tingling. Do you guys have candy?"

"Go away, Jester!" Kicker warned, shoving the candy in the cupboard. "This candy is not for you!"

"Oh pleeeeeeease!" Jester begged. "Please please please please!"

"No! Don't make me take the hose to you again!" Kicker snapped.

"Oh come on, Kicker!" Jester begged. "Just one piece! I'll be good! I'll water the garden! I'll peel all the spuds in the mess hall! Just one piece of candy!"

"No, Jester." Kicker sighed. "If I give you one, you'll come back for more. You always do."

"Come on!" Jester pouted. "I let you have all the kielbasa at the big Joe cookout!"

"Because he knew she'd kill him if he didn't." Rahne whispered to Tommy, causing both teens to snicker.

"Jester, don't you have someone to bother?" Kicker sighed.

"Actually, I've been trying to get Dial-Up to go with me to the costume contest over at the mall today. I want to go as Raggedy Andy and her as Raggedy Ann." Jester sighed. "But so far, all she's given me is the metaphorical pie in the face."

"Maybe you should dress up as Rodney Dangerfield." Kicker joked. "Because Dial-Up will never give you any respect." Rahne and Tommy burst out laughing at that.

"That's a good one!" Tommy gave a thumbs up.

"Ahhh, I get no respect." Jester pouted. "Anyway, can I have candy?" Kicker sighed.

"No, Jester." Kicker sighed, pulling up the kitchen sink's hose. "Instead, I'll give you a drink." She pulled up the window and sprayed Jester with the hose.

"Hey! Agh! I already took a shower today! Come on! Bleah!" Jester waved his arms.

"Maybe she's tryin' tae say ye missed a few spots." Rahne giggled.

"Not funny, man! Not cool! Not cool!" Jester exclaimed. An explosion was heard from the living room.

"AGH! JABRONI! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE WALL?" Kyle yelled.

"WHY DID YOU DUCK?" Toshi yelled back.

"Man, those two must really enjoy KP duty or something." Tommy shook his head.

Well, well, well! Looks like our heroes are going to have themselves another fun adventure! What insanity will happen next? Will our heroes face off against any villains? Will there be explosions? Will Jester ever get Dial-Up to go to the costume contest with him? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!

(1) – This is something my hometown tries to do every year. They have all the people in town make pumpkins and try to break the world record for the most pumpkins on display or something.