Sink the Allentown
Hello folks! L1701E here! Because of the success of "Cobra Stops the World (NOT!)", I decided to Misfit-tize another classic GI Joe episode, this time starring the American West Coast's premier mutant team, the West Coast Misfits. This time, I'm Misfit-izing the episode "Sink the Montana", the story of a Navy captain who just could not let go. I hope you enjoy the story, with all its madness!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to me, Marvel Comics, and Hasbro Entertainment. The concept of the Misfit-verse belongs to Red Witch. Thanks a lot Red! And here's your quote: "Now go back to working behind the scenes at every facet of entertainment!" - Rev. Lovejoy, the Simpsons
Chapter 1: Introduction!
A shipyard in San Francisco, California
It was a beautiful day in California. As usual, the sun was shining, and temperature was well into the 80s. And at a shipyard, stands were set up. The stands were occupied by several high-ranking Naval and other Armed Forces officers. One of those armed forces officers present was a General Whithalf. Several hundred sailors stood at attention, and the immediate area was decorated like it was a party going down. A reporter was talking into a camera.
"The USS Allentown." The reported stated. "The USS Allentown has been one of the United States Navy's finest battleships. In its over sixty years of service, it has seen World War II, the Korean War, and even was sent to the Persian Gulf during the first Gulf War. Now, the old ship prepares to end its final voyage here, to the San Francisco scrap yards. Here, it is the end of an era, as the Allentown is officially retired, and then turned into scrap metal." The old General sighed sadly.
"What's the matter with you, Whithalf?" A gray-haired man in an admiral's uniform asked Whithalf.
"Well, Admiral Jones…" Whithalf looked at the admiral. "The Allentown was a great ship. She stood the test of time. She always brought her sailors home." The old general blinked at that. "That didn't sound right." Admiral Jones chuckled.
"God love you Whithalf, you go crazier every year." The admiral chuckled. "Whithalf, that ship is almost sixty-five years old. It has been through a lot. It's out of date, just like her captain."
"Admiral Thomas Cooper is an old friend of mine." Whithalf said. "He thought of that ship as his best friend. It will be the hardest on him."
"Oh relax, Whithalf!" Jones chuckled. "He'll get over it. He's a tough old guy. Speaking of tough old guys, what's with that whole…West Coast Misfit thing?"
"The West Coast Misfits are a group of young mutants who are being trained by the Joes to use their amazing powers to help defend our country." Whithalf grinned. "They are such great kids! We got a whole bunch of the little scamps from all over the world: Japan, Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, even one from another dimension! I brought them just in case we need a little extra security. You never know."
"Dimension?" Jones blinked. He looked up and saw a certain Irish blonde girl fly around over the stands in a circle, clad in a green-and-yellow costume with yellow-and-black flaps under the arms. "Is that…a flying girl?" He reached into his jacket, pulled out a flask, stared it for a second, then threw it away. He rubbed his eyes.
"That's Siryn up there." Whithalf grinned. "She's from Ireland. She's got the power to generate sonic vibrations. She can use those sonic powers to fly and create powerful sonic screams." Whithalf whistled. "Hey Siryn! Come down here and meet a friend of mine." Theresa floated down to the stands.
"What's up, General?" Theresa asked, her voice indicating her Irish heritage.
"Siryn, this is Admiral Jones. He's an old friend of mine." Whithalf grinned. Meanwhile, several male members of the teenage mutant team were having their own little conversation.
"The Thunderbolt doesn't get it." Kyle Wildfire grumbled. The young Boston-born electrokinetic codenamed Thunderbolt ran a hand through his brown ponytail. "Why are we guarding some old battleship? They're only going to go make this thing into scrap metal, not send it out on a top secret mission! That's what we're for!"
"The General wished to show us a traditional Navy ceremony, I believe." Toshiro Yashida replied. The Japan-born plasma generator known as Sunfire looked up at Siryn talking to General Whithalf and Admiral Jones. "I wonder what they're talking about."
"I really don't care just as long as Terrell brings us some hot dogs and some sodas." A large Apache boy groused, crossing his arms. He was John Proudstar, a Native American teenager whose mutant powers made him a superhuman athlete, gifting him with tremendous strength and great speed and durability. He was codenamed Thunderbird. "When is he coming back? For a speedster, Terrell sure is slow."
"I thought Thunderbolt was the one who made lame jokes." Toshi smirked.
"HEY!" Kyle snapped. "The Thunderbolt's jokes are a lot better than yours, pal!" A blur zipped up to the three boys. When it stopped, the blur turned into an African-American boy with cornrows. He was Terrell Mason, a Compton native codenamed Velocity for his superhuman power to move at superhuman speed and the ability to control air and wind.
"Sorry I was late, you guys! Traffic was murder!" Terrell grinned, handing out the sodas and hot dogs to the guys.
"Traffic the Thunderbolt's Boston-born and Boston-bred butt!" Kyle grumbled. "Only one think would slow your goofy self down, and two letters describe it perfectly: T and A." Toshi and John snickered.
"Hey look!" John pointed out in the ocean. "What's that?"
"That's the USS Allentown." Toshi replied as he recognized the shape approaching the docks. "That's the ship that is going to be retired today."
"Yeah, and then it's going to be recycled into soda cans." Kyle quipped. "Think about it, jabronis. The soda can you get from a vending machine tomorrow probably came from the hull of the Allentown." Kyle snickered as he bit his hot dog.
"I doubt it." Toshi took a bite from his hot dog. "Soda cans are made of aluminum with plastic on the inside. Ship hulls use steel. It'd be more likely a piece of the Allentown would be recycled into a girder than a soda can." Kyle shot a flat look at Toshi.
"The Thunderbolt was joking, Sushi." Kyle told Toshi evenly. "You have no sense of humor."
"Oh no, here we go…" Terrell and John moaned.
"No, I just prefer my humor with some intelligence, which you have none of whatsoever." Toshi scowled.
"Why you!" Kyle raised a fist.
"Hey, calm down!" Terrell and John held the two apart.
Well, well, well! Looks like our heroes have a new adventure on their hands! What madness will happen next? Will Kyle and Toshi calm down? Will any craziness happen with the Allentown! Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!