A/N: Another plot bunny. I hope it'll be over quickly.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Monkey Team. I wish I did. I really do.

Heroes

They were legends. That's all they used to be, legends. Myths. Tales that octogenarians told their grandkids. Then their parents would tell the children not to believe what grandpa says. Just one big story that guys at the pub spout from their mouth when they just had too many cups of Bailey's. Big fat lie, that's what the parents and the sober said.

They never thought that those people could be telling the truth.

Long ago, there was a mighty man, with amazing abilities. He protected the people, in his white pants and shirt with the two button on the side. With the jet black gloves, he comforted the people. With the big black boots, he triumphed over all evil that appeared. And with the weird-looking helmet, he created an air of mystery. And something for the youngins to laugh about.

Then, one day, no one was laughing anymore. For the man, the one with the extraordinary powers and the costume familiar to all, had disappeared. He fell, and when people looked again he was gone. Some said he had died fighting the creature that had appeared that day. Some said he fell out of the sky on purpose, a suicide attempt. Others just went on with life.

For decades, the city prospered without his care. They had new protectors. A team of six magnificently coloured monkeys. They lived inside a gigantic boxy robot on the edge of the city. Sometimes it was used to help fight a monster that had rampaged the city, firing missiles and lasers. Sometimes it would separate into six different vehicles for the monkeys to travel in. They were a wonderful team. They had robotic attachments, weapons and devices that they used. They constantly chattered in monkey noises no human could understand. They created more mystery than the powerful man they depended on long ago.

There were six of them, each a different vibrant colour. One is jet black with yellowy green olive eyes. His eye clolour is impossible to place. The monkey is mysterious and yet solid, you listen to him and watch his every move. Another is red. Or pink. Continuous heated debate goes on about the colour of his fur. He is presumed male, so it must be red. One is blue, his black eyes look intelligent and knowing. Superior in a small way. Another one is coloured a sunny yellow. Presumed female because of the way she argues constantly with the red one and because of her bubbly pink eyes. She sometimes conducts herself as a woman, but fights with the strength and ferocity of a mighty warrior. One monkey is a bright green, bright as the smile that is on his kind face. Jumping around all the time, screeching happily. The last one is orange. Sometimes he wears shoulder pads and a breast plate and instead of built-in weapons, he has two gloves. He seems to be the leader of the pack.

Then, one day, the team of monkeys stood on top of the large robot's shoulder, looking out at the city. The orange one wasn't with them. Then, they went back inside.

They never came back out.

At least, not until a human boy found them.

The boy was the sort of person you never pay attention to in the street. He blends in with the citizens perfectly. He was normal. In a day, he changed all that.

Soon, everyone paid attention to him. Everyone knew his name. Every boy that had a wooden sword and pretended to slay monsters wanted to be a hero for real, every little boy wanted to be him. It was surprising the shops didn't sell costumes of him for boys to dress up as at parties. Every girl in the city swooned over him. They dreamed of marrying him someday, an almost impossible dream. People admired, people envied, people prided upon. Just one awkward teenage boy was the subject of so much attention and emotion.

Of course, there were the monkeys. The boy led them, talked with them. The entire team of boy and robot monkeys rarely left the minds of the citizens. People of all ages, people all different. They can be categorised. But this story is focused on only one type of adoring fan. A species of fans that foam at the mouth at the sight of their heroes. Those that will do anything to get close to the object of their affection.

I am referring to of course...

Fangirls.

Heroes of Shuggazoom, beware the most fearsome of all humanoid creatures...

Basically, I unleash a horde of fans to obliterate the Monkey Team, chapter by chapter. One...monkey...at a time.

Muahahahaha, R&R! If I get a good response I'll continue.