Chapter One: The Joker and Lance Boil Alliance
Lance Boil fell to the ground, catching his breath as the sounds of the barking police dogs and screaming police officers rang in the distance. He breathed heavily, vigorously sucking in air in order to catch his breath. The ghostly moon glowed through the thin branches of the trees, and a deathly air slithered through the somber wood like a venomous snake.
"Hey guys! He's over here!" One of the officers called. Lance Boil stood up and began to run again, this time faster than before. He could hear the growling hounds chasing after him as he ran. Soon, after running for a while, he fell down once again, this time, allowing the several police officers to huddle around him. The police officers aimed heavy weapons at Lance Boil, arming their guns to fire when ready.
"It's all over Boil. You're not going to escape this time." One of the officers said calmly.
"Put your hands on the ground and stay where you are." Another officer added. Soon, a malevolent smile came over Boil's lips, and he stood up from the ground.
"Get down on the ground Boil!" An officer ordered.
"Before I get down on the ground, a quick question…..did you ever have an Anti-Joker gas vaccination? I have…." Boil said. The officers merely blinked…perplexed by Boil's questions. Suddenly, there were rustles in the bushes around the officers and tiny, purple balls rolled across the ground onto the field where Boil was surrounded by officers.
"What the hell is….?" Soon, the purple balls began to release an emerald gas across the field, quickly spreading toward the officers.
"Is this…Joker gas?" A police officer asked with a scream. However, before he could get a response, the entire field was filled with uncontrollable laughter. The officers howled with laughter as wide grins stretched across their faces, and their eyes and teeth turned a bright yellow. Then, after several minutes of intense laughter, the officers were crutching down on the ground, slowly running out of air. Boil watched as each officer, one by one, died away until the field was completely silent.
"The coast is clear….Joker." Boil announced. There was a rustle in the bushes, and the Joker emerged from the darkness…his clown-white face distinct from the darkness of the forest surrounding him.
"I hate being the one in bushes. Branches and leaves make nightmares for my suit." The Joker said, his yellow teeth bright in the dark.
"Well, step one of our plan has gone into effect." Lance Boil said.
"Wow…talk about a cop-out. Get it?" The Joker laughed.
"We'll need to get out of here as quickly as possible. Those pesky Grossologists are probably being told to move out by that whiny director as we speak." Lance Boil said.
"Speaking of which…we'll probably have to watch out for that flying rodent while we're at it. He's probably on my trail as we speak." The Joker added.
"Then we have no time to lose. We can go to my headquarters and start making adjustments and preparations for our plans." Lance Boil responded.
"Sounds like a plan to me." The Joker replied.