A/N: In the last chapter of the Johnny Turbo saga, our chubby hero was just about to claim his destiny. Will he succeed? Exactly how evil are the FEKA goons? Does Johnny still have claim on the fair Tony's heart? Keep reading to find out.

Chapter 2, because I don't have a life, dammit!

Johnny Turbo, in his hero pose (tm) was truly a sight to be seen. Even the most hardened FEKA goon would agree on that. The green bodysuit made his already impressing belly demand even more respect from the hearts of criminals and innocents alike. With a commanding voice, that held promises of agonizing pain if not obeyed, he bellowed a threatening "Hey, punks!" at his surprised foes. They weren't the only ones who were staring though. To his immense pleasure he seemed to have attracted quite an audience to the scene of the crime. It must be my snazzy costume. Who can blame them for being impressed?

The enemy reacted at his entree just like he had anticipated, with confusion. He preferred his opponents like that, so he continued, "Don't go around spreading lies, because you might come to regret it." A big, toothy grin accompanied that statement. Considering exactly how much teeth he had, it was a scary sight to be seen.

"Who the hell are you!" one, soon to be unfortunate, goon asked.

"Your worst nightmare." And with that, the game was afoot.

One gravity-defying leap later, FEKA goon nr1 went down with a sickening "THUD!", breaking a stop sign and nearly landing on a man in a wheel-chair in the process. Johnny smiled victoriously, and started his prepared speech as the other minions lunged at him.

"You keep saying that FEKA is the first and only system of its kind! But it's not! The Turbo Duo was available before FEKA's was." "ZARK!" he blasted one of the attacking Blues Brother's rejects with his handy ray-gun. The goon flew backwards and hit a brick wall so hard that it cracked. The spectators that hadn't been hit with either ray-gun, flying bricks nor goon 'Ohh'-ed in admiration.

"Additionally, the Turbo Duo games are more intense than yours, and they've got that arcade feel." "POW!" The hoodlum who had, up until that point, slowly been stalking towards Johnny with a girder in his raised hand was rendered innocuous with one well-aimed uppercut. "Ack!" and that was the last thing thug nr2 ever would say. It's a shame that his mommy wasn't here to record it, Johnny thought smugly.

"I'm here to put a stop to all your lies." There were still three goons advancing on him, but Johnny would have none of that. With an almighty "BAM!" he knocked them down, scattering their evil sunglasses all over the pavement.

A job well done, but Johnny still had one thing left to do. He grabbed the collar of the only goon who was still breathing, shook him, and waited for him to get out of his coma. When the black clad gangster opened his glowing red eyes, Johnny was not at all surprised to learn that "he" was in fact an "it". After all, no mere humans would ever consider doing something as evil as to sell videogames out on the street.

"Who are you?" the robot asked with fear in his AI generated voice.

"I'm Johnny Turbo, and I suggest that you run home to mommy before I kick your ass, Turbo-style."

The robot complied, and Johnny was suddenly alone with the decimated but adoring crowd on the bloody battlefield previously known as 9th street. Tired but happy he cast his beaten enemies a disdainful glance and waved at the small gathering of spectators. They were still looking at him in shock, but eventually one small boy started clapping, and the rest of the crowd was soon to follow. It's not a 'Rah', but it'll do for now.

He turned around and started to walk home. His little Tony-bun would be waiting for him, and maybe he'd even made cookies. With that encouraging thought, Johnny quickened his pace considerably, and only the sounds of rapidly approaching ambulances and the wheezing breath of the audience members broke the tranquillity.

End of part 2.

A/N: I'm enjoying this way too much.