Quackerjack yelled in worry, "C'mon, Harley, hurry up! They're getting closer to us!"
Harley frowned in determination. "Oh no they won't! Hang on, Quackerjack. We'll be out of here faster than you can say-"
"Time's up!"
Both of them froze and dropped their guns as they were hit on all sides. They fell to their knees, reeling back from the bullets of paint that rained upon them. Luckily, the storm didn't last long for them. But they were both particularly sour about it.
Quackerjack scowled. "That's the last time I let you lead us in paintball."
Harley crossed her arms before picking up her paintball gun and giving him a taste of his own medicine. She smirked as the paint made its mark. But that smirk disappeared when he decided to seek revenge on her. From then on, the Villainous International Paintball Tournament was forgotten and the rest of the players watched in fascination, and amusement, as the two clowns shot back and forth with their paint-loaded firearms.
A/N: I wanted to post something silly after the haikus I posted. I just made up the tournament name. I had a hard time with this drabble (which was part of a thirty-day challenge I took in February), trying to find the right situation for these two to get into and I came up with a solution. I hope this is a fun one that's totally ridiculous enough!