One Wild Night Out!
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Chapter 2: Ready to Go!
West Coast Misfit Manor, Malibu Base
In the kitchen of the Manor, a blonde woman and a blonde teenage girl were chopping up some vegetables. The blonde woman was a Joe codenamed Kicker, a martial artist who received additional training from GI Joe. The blonde girl was an Irish girl named Theresa Rourke, a second-generation mutant codenamed Siryn for her mutant ability to create powerful sonic vibrations, a power she inherited from her father, a mutant known as the Banshee. One could notice that the kitchen had two refrigerators. One of them had a sign that said 'Tommy's Fridge'. Tommy had to have his own fridge because he could eat the others out of house and home.
"Are we following the recipe right?" Theresa asked Kicker. The blonde Joe looked at the cookbook.
"Yeah, so far." Kicker nodded. She heard the door close. "Hey girls." She said to Ali and Rahne.
"Hi-Kicker!" The two girls said quickly as they rushed up the stairs. Theresa and Kicker blinked, and they saw a very pained-looking Terrell and Rictor stagger in under a mountain of shopping bags.
"Help…us…" Terrell moaned. Sweat poured down the African-American teen speedster's face like waterfalls. "Get…this…off…me…"
"Kill…me…End…the…pain…" Rictor moaned. "Back…broken…beyond…repair…" The two boys collapsed under all the weight.
"I thought I warned ye boys about offering to take Alison's and Rahne's shopping." Theresa smiled wryly.
"Kill…us…" Rictor moaned, raising his hand weakly. Tommy hummed as he happily walked into the Manor.
"Ye're awfully happy, Tommy. What's up?" Theresa blinked.
"I got a date." Tommy grinned.
"That's wonderful, Tommy!" Kicker smiled. "I know you've been having some issues with your looks lately. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Her name's Courtney, and she's really pretty." Tommy smiled. "She thought I was cute." The Australian seemed completely ignorant to the fact that his two friends were crushed under a huge pile of shopping.
"Tommy…" Rictor whimpered. "Help…us…"
"Get…it…off…" Terrell added. Ali and Rahne came down the stairs.
"Thanks for holding our shopping, boys." Ali smiled as she and Rahne picked up their shopping.
"Aye. Ye're such sweeties." Rahne gave Terrell and Rictor a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you God!" Terrell whimpered gratefully and in a relieved way.
"I can feel my legs…" Rictor smiled weakly.
"I think you guys have issues." Tommy blinked.
"I think it's very swell that you have a date, Tommy." Kicker smiled. "You're a big ol' sweetheart underneath that fish-like hide."
"Tommy has a date?" Ali blinked. She and Rahne looked at each other. The two girls squealed and threw their bags back on top of Rictor and Terrell, making them scream. They then grabbed Tommy.
"Uh-oh." Tommy gulped. He then screamed as the girls dragged him upstairs at speeds that would make Quicksilver jealous.
"Oh God not again!" Terrell moaned.
"My spine! I felt my spine snap!" Rictor sobbed. "Why God Why?"
Elsewhere in Malibu Base
Hardcase, a command officer for the Malibu Joes, was fixing the engine on his jeep. A figure crept behind him and attached a hook to his belt, then ran off. Hardcase looked around suspiciously, but then went back to his jeep. He closed his jeep's hood. He turned and walked away when he felt tugging at his back. Hardcase felt around and discovered the hook. Before he could do anything about it, a screaming Hardcase was being hoisted into the air by a crane. "HEY!!!! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!!" The screaming and cursing Green Beret didn't notice a certain Joe prankster sneak into his jeep, and mess around with the jeep's horn. The figure left. Suddenly, the rope holding up Hardcase snapped, and the Joe fell down to the ground with an "OOF!!" The grumbling Hardcase got to his feet and checked his jeep over. He nodded and got in. He was planning to take a drive down to a bar in Malibu. He turned ignition key, and the wheel exploded, covering Hardcase in a mixture of whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and cherries. "WHAT THE-?" He heard laughing. He turned in his seat and saw a certain prankster happily laughing.
"Look at that! Hardcase, the human ice cream sundae! You look delicious!" Jester laughed happily. Hardcase snarled.
"Jester, I am going to kill you!" Hardcase leapt at Jester, but the prankster had a head start, and the chase was on. "Come back here you loudmouthed smart-alec Robin Williams-wannabe! I am going to kill you, make your ribs into a xylophone, your finger and toe bones as a necklace, your vertebrae as a hat stand, and use your skull as a mug! I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!! YOU'VE JUST PULLED YOUR LAST PRANK!!! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!!!!!" You know, I'm beginning to wonder if Jester has jet engines in his legs like that Hellion weirdie Jetstream.
The Misfit Manor
"Hey there, Thomas. Lookin' sharp, no pun intended." Ace Starr grinned at Tommy. The guitar-playing feral was watching 'American Gladiators' when he noticed how nice Tommy dressed. Tommy was dressed in a black button-down shirt with the top button open, with a blue suit jacket over it, and blue slacks. His wild black hair was slicked back and put into a ponytail.
"Thanks, mate." Tommy grinned. "Ace, I thought you had a date tonight yourself. You usually do."
"But of course." Ace grinned. He blinked when he replayed what Tommy said. "You got a date?"
"Yeah, a girl named Courtney." Tommy smiled. Ace chuckled.
"Good for you, man. Anyway, I gotta go." Ace leapt over the couch and walked out of the Manor. What neither he or Tommy noticed was Terrell and Rictor watching Tommy.
"You know Rictor, something tells me that Tommy may need help with this date. After all, he ain't exactly Dr. Love." Terrell said to Rictor.
"Neither are you, amigo." The Mexican mutant replied evenly. Terrell decided to ignore the remark.
"All I'm saying is that he may need a little backup just in case something goes wrong." Terrell said.
"And how are we gonna follow him? Tommy's got a sharp nose, man. He can smell blood. Not to mention that during the night, his vision isn't exactly bad." Rictor shook his head.
"Don't worry about it." Terrell grinned.
