Yay! My very first fanfic EVER! You might want to know that I am a very big procrastinator AND! I'm INSANE! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Cue thunder & lightning)

Disclaimer: COOL! MY VERY VERY FIRST DISCLAIMER! I no own. If you sue me you get pie.

Espresso: DON'T TAKE THE PIE! DON'T TAKE THE PIE! (Quietly) it explodes!

Me: On with the story!

Introduction and prologue!

Meet team O-6-B! They are one the most well known teams of the evil corporation called E.V.I.L. Incorporated. But they are not known for being best, but being very trouble making, for the like to do pranks. Today they are stationed in the feudal era, ordered to find some way to make money (or gold or anything valuable) there. They have tried many things but now they are selling at the demon market that is for wealthy humans or demons but they are not buying! They are selling. What? You may ask? Why they are selling lesser demons!

"Business is booming", said Maxwell sarcastically resting his small dark cheek in his fingerless hand with his elbow propped up on the counter. You see Maxwell is a type of creature called "dark chao" (AN: look it up on google images) they had no fingers, toes, ears, or noses that were visible. They had small bodies, which stood about 2 feet tall and large heads, and very few of them have hair. But Maxwell was different. He had two pieces of him missing his left hand, and his right eye. But he personally replaced them with mechanical parts. He was highly intelligent with an IQ of 376.347, according to himself. He also dons a long, dark, crimson jacket.

"Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs"

"What are you doing Espresso?" asked Maxwell not really caring.

"Making an omelet," replied Espresso the energetic "speed demon" of the team, "why do you ask?" he looked mostly the same as any other except he had a small snout like nose, which was hardly visible,

"No reason", Maxwell replied as monotonously as possible.

"I smell omelets!"

"Yay! Omelets!" meet Chomp and Squirt. They are brothers and the youngest. Chomp looks mostly the same but he also has a snout like nose and a small fin like thing on his head. He also has large sharp indestructible teeth and can roll himself into a spiky ball. Squirt stands at one foot tall and wields a magic toy hammer that can transform into a large mallet, an enormous mallet for pounding enemies into pulp, a pickaxe, a frying pan, and a 3 wood golf club all of which he uses in battle or for other things. They usually work as a team, with squirt on Chomp's shoulders. They wield an arsenal of combo attacks, all of them devastating.

"Hello may I ask what you are selling", asked a stout toad demon wearing dark navy clothes (I am not good at describing clothes) standing at the counter.

"We're selling lesser demons to anyone who can afford it"

"Hmm really?" replied the toad, "then I would like to make a purchase"

Maxwell sat up upon hearing this "really? Well please place what kind of demon you would like to purchase for any use whatsoever"

"Do you have any 'cat demons'? Par chance?"

"Ooh sorry fresh out"

"You do not under stand", said the demon forcefully "I am prepared to pay any price, name it!"

"HAH! You'd have to be some lord of some land to pay my asking price!"

"Well then! I am the great lord Crapaud Engraissé! Lord of the south southeastern lands! Surely you have heard of me!" replied Crapaud forcefully.

"Crapaud Engraissé? Doesn't that mean 'fattened toad' in French?"

"Yes! So you have heard of me?"

"Nope! Never heard of you"

"I am willing to pay 200 pounds in gold! For said cat demon!"

Maxwell's eyes (eye) bulged a this "Well then!" he said pulling out some papers and clicking a pen "we might just be obliged to help you sir! Just sign here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and there! And then on a map circle where we can most find you!"

So the toad signed, signed, signed, signed, signed, signed, signed, signed and circled.

"Good! We'll have it to you in one week, two tops! Oh yes and any preference on gender?" asked Maxwell

"Female"

"Ok then! Have a nice day!"

Whew! Glad that's over!

Me: time for some randomness!

KABLOOEY!

Maxwell: review or feel the sting of Chomp's teeth on your keyboard! And please don't flame or we'll use them to light oil dipped expired marshmallows and hurl them at you! Using an ionic charged particle cannon bla bla bla etcetera so on so forth and continued.

Espresso: BLARG!

Maxwell: (hits espresso with hammer feature on his robotic hand and knocks him out) imbecile.

Drake Imperious the fourth (a.k.a "The Master"): nah! This is ridiculous, how am I expected to rule the world when I am surrounded by such MALCONTEMPTED SIKOMFEDS! (I just spelled it like it sounds)

All: (looks at The Master funny)

The Master: sigh IT MEANS IDIOTS YOU IDIOTS!

Me: but sir you don't appear in this story yet!

(if you want to know what he looks like look up "Devil Chao" on google images)