DARIA/JEM: Truly, Stupidly, Cynically Outrageous
Daria, Beavis and Butt-Head and all related characters are property of Viacom. Jem and all related characters are property of Hasbro.
Chapter 1: Morons? In My Van?
Somewhere near the Dos Equis Pavilion, Dallas
"Hey, Butt-Head! Check it out!"
A rather homely brown-haired young man with braces turned to face where his blond compatriot was pointing. Before the duo's eyes was a black van with the word "MISFITS" painted on the sides, with flames painted beneath that.
"The Mis…fats? Beavis, if you're suggesting we try and score with fat chicks again—"
"No, buttmunch! They're that band of hot punk chicks on TV!" Beavis replied before beginning to (poorly) sing the opening riffs of "Out of My Way".
"So?"
"Maybe they've got cool stuff in there, like beer or smokes!"
Right on cue, the rusty, gummed-up gears began to turn within Butt-Head's hollow noggin.
"Beer's cool. Huh huh huh." he finally said.
"Yeah, but we aren't going to get any if we just stand around here! Heh heh!"
Fortunately for the two imbeciles, the owners of said van had forgotten to lock the back doors— meaning that the duo was able to clamber inside to begin their search for the forbidden fruit among the various and sundry instruments and pieces of sound equipment stashed back there.
Lawndale High School— about three hours away
"So, you heard about that music festival that they're holding this weekend?" Daria said in her usual near-monotone.
"Considering that Trent's been going on about it for the past week, yes. You planning on going or something?" Jane replied.
"Only because I'm morbidly curious as to how Mystik Spiral'll crash and burn in front of musicians that've actually achieved some level of widespread popularity."
There was a pregnant pause in the air.
"I'll bring the popcorn." she finally said.
"So, where to next, loves?" Jetta asked as she hauled her suitcase up to the waiting van.
"Lawndale Music Festival." Stormer replied.
"You mean that show Eric booked us for just so we could play talent scout?" Pizzazz said.
"That's the one."
Just then, a low chuckling noise emerged from the back of the vehicle.
Why do I have the distinct feeling that this can only go so well? Stormer thought as she joined her bandmates.
"This sucks." Butt-Head proclaimed as he and Beavis finished up their search, still bereft of either cigarettes or alcohol.
Just then, the sound of an engine starting filled the air.
"Hey, we're moving!" Beavis exclaimed.
"Maybe they're taking us someplace cool. Huh huh huh." came the reply.
"Like where?"
"Someplace where the chicks have big knockers and we can finally score!"
"…the hell is that noise?" a woman's voice piped up from further up in the van.
As Beavis turned his attention to the voice's source, his eyes went wide. Sitting directly within his field of vision was a familiar green-haired woman who featured prominently in his erotic fantasies and whose picture had served as fuel in his continual defilement of Tom Anderson's toolshed.
"Um, Butt-Head? I think we're already there, dude."
"We are? That rocks!"
As if to emphasize the point, the duo broke began to poorly sing the opening riffs of "Electric Funeral", with Butt-Head playing air guitar.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Since I've been a bit of a Beavis and Butt-Head kick recently, I got to wondering what it'd be like if the dim-witted duo ended up having an unexpected reunion with their old classmate, which in turn got me to thinking about how things would turn out if the Holograms and Misfits paid a visit to Lawndale, and thus was born this fic.
As for the location of Lawndale in this fic, I'm going with it being a satellite city outside of Austin, while Highland is closer to the Dallas-Fort Worth area.