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Uh. Anyway. On with the fic!
Episode One - The Letter From Whoever. It came from really far away. Must have been expensive.
"Uh…what is that?"
The four-some, yes foursome, Jiggler was vacationing in Hawaii because he had been bugging everyone about it for so long, all stared down at a letter that had dropped out of the sky.
"You think it's an alien space ship?" Don Patch asked. Beauty stared at him oddly.
"Don Patch…." But it was too late; his imagination was already at work.
"GO GO GO!" Little men screamed, filing out of the letter. They aimed guns at everyone and continued to scream.
"I think it's just an ordinary letter…" Gasser picked it up. On the back it read, "To Whom This Letter Has Reached". He opened it, and everyone looked over his shoulder as Bo-Bobo began to read it aloud.
"'If you have received this letter, then I congratulate you. This message has been carried by wind and rain to this very spot, so that you may accept this invitation. If your name is on the list below, you and whomever you may be traveling with have been invited to the Mike Training Center." Bo-Bobo looked down the long list. The paper he was reading unfolded and became manymanymanymany pages long.
"The Crusty Crusader, the NYC Protector, Bo-Bobo, Ruler of the Coffee…I don't see my name on this list."
Beauty and Gasser both sighed, before Gasser pointed to his name.
"Well, yeah, it says Bo-Bobo," The fro'd hero began, "But it may be another. We can't tell for sure unless it's my full name."
Gasser pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled, "Bobobo-bo" in front of Bo-Bobo's name.
Bo-bobo grinned. "Hey! My name's on this list!"
Beauty and Gasser both fell over anime style.
Below the list it said, "If you have found your name, please check the box below if you accept this invitation."
Bo-Bobo snatched the pen from Gasser and checked it, before continuing. "Please return the letter and we will give you directions to the Mike Training Center!"
Gasser looked on the back of the envelope in confusion. "There's no return address!" He said after a moment.
Suddenly, out of the sky a gleaming item began to fall.
"It's a bird!" Bo-Bobo freaked out.
"It's a plane!" Don Patch freaked out.
"No wait it's a bird," Bo-Bobo said, his features becoming bored suddenly.
"IT'S….A MIC!" Beauty freaked out.
The microphone hit the ground with a thump. Attached to it was a card that said, "Mike Training Center".
"Thank you for flying Mike Air," The mic blurted out.
"BUT THEY SENT US A LETTER!" Beauty freaked out.
Everything around them faded to white…
"First the letter, now this?!" Gasser sat up, rubbing his head.
He glanced around, everyone else was waking up. "Where are we?" He questioned.
Bo-Bobo shrugged. "Outside of some…camp." Gasser looked up. There was a huge wall-fort type thing in front of them.
Suddenly there was a puff of smoke and Naruto appeared. "Whoops, wrong fanfic." He disappeared again and in his place appeared two kids.
"Gah! Nick, Vix, what the heck are you doing here?!" Gasser demanded. Vix shrugged.
"We're drowning kittens and getting arrested by a cat-loving mom," She said sarcastically.
Gasser rolled his eyes, glancing wearily at the two. Nick was jumping in circles around Don Patch and excitedly telling him something concerning a green onion shortage, and Gasser used his super slow-motion vision to see what the heck he was wearing.
He looked the same with his beloved blue vest, but it was darker and more blech, a gray-blue and the large Wiggin symbol was cut in half in the center of the open vest. He wore a light gray shirt with a single pocket on the top right.
He had gray-tan pants cut off at the bottom and the same worn tennis shoes. He had also grown out his hair a bit and it was spiked and all sticking up.
Vix, scratching the back of her head and glaring in exasperation at Nick, looked the same as well. Her hair was at the same length, but her clothes were different.
She was wearing a thin black tee cut in half in the middle and with no sleeves, and under that a dark gray tee with the wiggin symbol on the front. She had black pants and gray-red shoes.
Suddenly Nick appeared behind Gasser and whispered, "She's going through an emo phase!"
Vix glared at him again. "I'll show you emo," She snapped, in an irritable mood.
"How did you guys get here?" Beauty asked suddenly, looking curiously at the two.
"We got a letter," Said Nick in a bored tone.
"It's this training camp," Vix added. "Come on. We can find you someplace to say." She had obviously already spotted the letter Gasser was holding.
"HEYYYYY!"
They all turned to see a young boy, 8 or 9, running toward them. He was wearing a white tee and an open gray vest. "Are you having a party? I LIKE PARTIES!"
"Who the heck is that?" Gasser questioned.
"Oh, that's our little brother Drew."
"YOU TWO HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER?!" Beauty freaked out.
Vix nodded. "He has a fist, too. Fist of Silver. Drew, show them your fist."
He gave a wide grin and opened up his hand toward them. A liquid metal appeared, circling his hand then disappearing back in. "I have a fist," He bragged.
Gasser rolled his eyes. "Got any other siblings, or maybe some distant relative? A cousin?"
Vix glanced at him doubtfully. "Actually…"
She clenched her fist and mumbled something under her breath. For a second everything went black, then they were all inside the camp.
"God, that black hole crap still freaks me out," Gasser said, looking around the camp.
"Hey!" Vix shouted, knocking on a door to one of the cabins surrounding the camp. "Come out, you idiot!"
She took a step back, and the door opened. The guy inside glanced at everyone.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked in a bored tone.
"OH MY GOD!"
Cliffie! Just to keep you from eating me…
Preview:
As soon as he was hit on the head he grabbed the box out of thin air and hugged it tightly. "GET YOUR OWN BOX!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, rubbing his face against at it. He was about to lick it when Vix threw a rock at his head.