GIJOE: Real Amercan Hero....Sandwich
Yes, none of these characters are mine. Too bad. Please don't sue me. Like most people, I have nothing.
Thanks to SapphireMind for the good advice, etc.!
I'm in the middle of moving, so this may not get updated for awhile.
Chapter 1: A Night Out for Lady Jaye
Lady Jaye walked into the bar and scanned it for anything suspiciously snake-like. The banners on the wall, emblazoned with large hooded Cobras, told her she wasn't in Kansas anymore (which was where her occasional lover, Flint, was from.) Suddenly Flint walked into the bar. "Ouch!" he said, rubbing his bulging quadricep.
"Jerry, glad you're here," she cried out gaily and placed her arm through his.
"Huh?" he mumbled stupidly as she dragged him to a table. "Nice decorating," he murmured as she pushed him down into a questionable chair.
"We didn't come here to admire the décor. We've got a job to do," she hissed between clenched teeth. "What happened to your leg?" she asked, noticing how he was gently kneading the hard muscle.
"Leg....hurt." he said eloquently.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Flint was not always the greatest architect of words, but tonight he was acting as stupid as...well Bazooka, their unfortunate teammate who had perished while roasting marshmallows at a Joe BBQ.
"Did you find out anything at the other bars?" she asked.
"Don't drink the glowing blue one," he ulped, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Damn it Flint!" She pounded her fist on the table. "You were supposed be gathering info about Cobra. That ruthless terrorist organization is planning something. I know it!!!!!"
Her words were lost on Flint, however. He had passed out, his forehead hitting the table with a resounding crack that made her teeth shake. Lady Jaye, frustrated beyond belief at her on again-off again main man grabbed a handful of his dark locks. She was appalled when his hair came off in her hands. She gasped as a long blond ponytail appeared.
Grabbing his ears she peeled his face forward. "That's not Flint," she thought. "That's that Dreadnok! Gee, I never noticed before what a nice sheen his hair has. I wonder what he uses?" she mused.
That was unimportant however. Somehow, Flint had been captured, maybe even killed, and this imbecile had been sent in his place. It was time to go back to Joe headquarters. She hefted the unconscious Dreadnok on her shoulders and walked out of the bar.
Yes, none of these characters are mine. Too bad. Please don't sue me. Like most people, I have nothing.
Thanks to SapphireMind for the good advice, etc.!
I'm in the middle of moving, so this may not get updated for awhile.
Chapter 1: A Night Out for Lady Jaye
Lady Jaye walked into the bar and scanned it for anything suspiciously snake-like. The banners on the wall, emblazoned with large hooded Cobras, told her she wasn't in Kansas anymore (which was where her occasional lover, Flint, was from.) Suddenly Flint walked into the bar. "Ouch!" he said, rubbing his bulging quadricep.
"Jerry, glad you're here," she cried out gaily and placed her arm through his.
"Huh?" he mumbled stupidly as she dragged him to a table. "Nice decorating," he murmured as she pushed him down into a questionable chair.
"We didn't come here to admire the décor. We've got a job to do," she hissed between clenched teeth. "What happened to your leg?" she asked, noticing how he was gently kneading the hard muscle.
"Leg....hurt." he said eloquently.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Flint was not always the greatest architect of words, but tonight he was acting as stupid as...well Bazooka, their unfortunate teammate who had perished while roasting marshmallows at a Joe BBQ.
"Did you find out anything at the other bars?" she asked.
"Don't drink the glowing blue one," he ulped, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Damn it Flint!" She pounded her fist on the table. "You were supposed be gathering info about Cobra. That ruthless terrorist organization is planning something. I know it!!!!!"
Her words were lost on Flint, however. He had passed out, his forehead hitting the table with a resounding crack that made her teeth shake. Lady Jaye, frustrated beyond belief at her on again-off again main man grabbed a handful of his dark locks. She was appalled when his hair came off in her hands. She gasped as a long blond ponytail appeared.
Grabbing his ears she peeled his face forward. "That's not Flint," she thought. "That's that Dreadnok! Gee, I never noticed before what a nice sheen his hair has. I wonder what he uses?" she mused.
That was unimportant however. Somehow, Flint had been captured, maybe even killed, and this imbecile had been sent in his place. It was time to go back to Joe headquarters. She hefted the unconscious Dreadnok on her shoulders and walked out of the bar.