*In Jay's Workspace, RJ "Jay" Writing Ink and She-Hulk are continuing to work on their case. Except*
Jay: What do you mean we don't have a case!? Warner Bros Discovery is being a bunch of jerks!
She-Hulk: I'm sorry, but that's not going to be enough to file a lawsuit against them. You have no claim to their intellectual property, and they are within their rights to remove it from HBO Max should they wish.
Jay: But what about the people who made the show's that they're getting rid of? They're shitting all over their hard work!
She-Hulk: I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do.
Jay: Dang it! *Sigh* All right, time for plan b.
*Jay gets up out of his chair and takes a deep breath.*
Jay: Janna, Janna, Janna, Janna, Janna!
*Like the Candyman, Janna appears out of nowhere in front of Jay*
Janna: You called, Jay?
Jay: Plan b, Janna. We're using...that.
Janna: Finally! It's about time that we got to whip that out!
Jay: Yeah, I was going to do it anyway. Come on, let's get everything set up while we see what Comet's doing. BTW, this arc's now a three-parter. Start the story, SN!
Spongebob Narrator: Somewhere in an undisclosed part of Los Angeles...
"What do you mean that the hijacking failed?!"
The loud and very threatening voice could be heard echoing throughout the warehouse, making everyone stop what they were doing to listen. From the sound of it, their boss, who was currently in the abandoned warehouse he commandeered for himself, just got the news that had been the talk of the underworld for the last twenty-four hours. Of course, they were all smart enough to steer clear of the office, with a few making the cross sign for the poor tontos that delivered the news.
They had every reason to do so, too. Inside the office, a tall, somewhat heavyset Hispanic man wearing a cowboy hat and open-collared dress shirt underneath a leather jacket was railing on the two young men who were unfortunate enough to deliver the news to him. And he was not taking it well.
"So, do either of you want to tell me exactly why our men couldn't pull off stealing that truck?" the man in the cowboy hat asked, his tone barely lowering in terms of volume as he said it.
"Well, boss, they technically weren't our men. We hired them to do the work for-," one of the boys started to say, only for his companion to give him a harsh glare that basically said, "shut up if you want to live."
"What he means, boss is that they ran into some...complications as they tried to make their escape," the other guy, who was a few years older and had more experience in their...business, said, trying to smooth things over. It didn't work.
"And what does that mean, Enrique?" the boss asked as he took off his sunglasses to look them directly in the eyes.
"Well, according to what people are saying, someone intervened and stopped the truck from making it to the rendevous."
"I know that already, idiota!" the boss screamed again. "What I want to know is who it was! The cops? The Feds? Did some pendejo think it would be cool to use their car to block them?"
"Um, no boss. It was," the older of the two men found himself at a loss for words on how to describe what happened. Realizing that no amount of talking would explain things, he turned to his partner and told him, "just show him the fucking post, Juan."
Juan blanched at this but reluctantly obeyed by pulling out his phone and pulling up the post that had taken the Internet by storm before showing it to his boss.
"What is this? What am I supposed to be-"
"Sir, just read that, and it will explain everything," Juan nervously said, trying not to sound like he was telling him what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was sound like he was trying to give orders to Hector "The Mountain" De La Cruz, leader of the Tijuana Cartel's LA branch.
Hector, a man in his early-mid forties with receding hair and fiery green eyes, took his nickname from the character in Game of Thrones. It was appropriate for two reasons: Hector was taller and more muscular than most men. And like the Mountain, he could also be quick to anger and resort to violence. As Hector read through the article, Juan and his partner, Carlos, paid careful attention to the look on his face. If The Mountain got really angry, they might not make it out of this room alive.
Finally, Hector made it to the end, at which point, he looked up at his two subordinates...and started laughing.
"Is this..is this some kind of joke? Some kind of stupid prank?" Hector asked. "They're saying that some punk, some kid, wearing a weird costume came in and-listen to this-'created giant, rainbow-colored hands that stopped the truck dead in its tracks.' What the fuck is this shit? Some pendejo's idea of a joke?"
"Um..." Juan went to say something, but his partner put a hand on his shoulder and began to squeeze as if to say, "don't do it, man."
He went for it, anyway.
"It's, uh, not a joke, sir," Juan said as best he could. "We checked all over the Internet, and they all say the same thing. Some kid came out of nowhere and stopped the truck. There are videos of what happened that people have been posting on YouTube and Tiktok."
Hector stopped laughing at this point. "Videos? So, because there are videos of this little shit doing this, everyone's calling him a hero?" Hector spat in response. "Look at this, and they're acting like he's a kid version of that one superhero from those Marvel movies. What was his name again?"
"The kid, or the guy from the film?" One person asked.
"Both! I mean both!"
"Well, Senor, you're thinking about Doctor Strange," Carlos told him, trying to keep a lump from forming in his throat. "As for this new guy, they're calling him the Blue Magus."
"Magus? What the fuck is that?"
"Um, I think it's another name for a wizard, boss," Juan told him, earning himself a glare from Hector.
"Rhetorical question, tarado! I don't care what kind of stupid fucking name he wants to go by! The only thing I care about is that he had the balls to go and mess with our job! Do you know how badly we needed that money to fund our operations?"
Juan and Carlos looked at each other, then back at their boss, and shrug their shoulders.
"A lot, idiotas," Hector clarified. "A lot. We need that money to bring what we're selling to the good people of Los Angeles from over the border," he explained as he began to count off his fingers. "Plus, there's the money we need to convince the officials to look the other way: transportation, storage, and the cut our dealers get, and what we send back to the people back home!" The bottom line was that they had to sacrifice a good deal of their profits to pay for everything. "And with the cops on both sides of the border starting to come down harder on us, it's making it harder for us to do what we need to do. And when that happens, the ones in charge back home start asking questions. And when they start asking questions...that's bad for all of us."
Hector didn't say it outright, but the threat was still clear. If things didn't go well for him, he'd make sure things didn't go well for anyone working under him.
After what felt like an eternity had passed, Hector finally spoke again. "Listen-this Blue Magus. I don't know whoever this mierda thinks he is, and I don't care. Next time he shows his face, I want him dead. Make it happen."
The two underlings didn't really know how they were supposed to respond to this. They weren't strangers to killing people, and that came with the territory of what they chose to do. Still, something about killing what looked like some kid didn't sit right with them. Regardless of their feelings, though, they knew that saying something to their volatile boss was a death sentence. So, they simply said, "You got it, boss." and "It'll be done, Senor."
"Good. Make sure that everyone else knows about this," Hector added on. "Now, I better go and call the people back home, try to smooth this over." With that, Hector shoved the two men aside and walked out of the office he'd been using, leaving the two by themselves.
"Do you think that he was serious?" Carlos asked as he looked at his companion.
"About killing this mierda? Of course, he was," Juan told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But how are we going to, you know, actually do it? You read what they're saying about him, right? He used magic to stop our boys."
"Okay, first off, they weren't part of Tijuana; they were just some gringo's we hired to keep the Feds off of us," Carlos clarified. "Second, do you believe this brat can use magic?"
"But it said-"
"Idiota," Carlos. "Since when do you trust what people are saying online these days?! Do you know how much of what they call 'news' is really shit?"
"I don't know. Do you?" Juan shot back, something that Carlos had to concede.
"Touche. But whether this kid-" he pointed at the image of the Blue Magus on the phone "is some fake or the real deal, it doesn't matter. The Mountain wants him dead, and when the Mountain wants something, we get it done," Carlos sternly told his associate. "Now, let's go get the word out. Let everyone know that if they see this
hijo de puta, they put a bullet between his eyes," he said before walking out of the office to spread the word.
Juan lingered a little longer with an uncertain look before he made the cross sign, along with a silent prayer. He didn't know why, but something told him that messing with this guy wouldn't end well for any of them.
"You know, the thing I don't get with you guys is...why do you do this?" Comet asked as he sat on a pile of boxes in the middle of a convenience store in downtown LA, looking at the trio of thugs who'd made the mistake of trying to rob it while he was passing overhead. The end result was the three being pinned to the far wall by a punch of narwhals, their horns holding them in place. They didn't even get a chance to fire their weapons before Comet was done with them.
"Seriously, guys. How many people do you know try and pull off a robbery like this and get away with it?" Comet continued to ask, his tone very relaxed and casual even though his opponents kept giving him a death glare. "I mean, even if I hadn't shown up, the cops would be on you guys pretty quickly, so why even bother doing this? Wouldn't it be easier to get a job or something?"
"Hey, fuck you, kid!" One of the robbers shouted at him. "Do you know how hard it is to find work in this economy?"
"Not really," Comet admitted. "But aren't there plenty of other ways you can earn money? Like odd jobs, you can find online? Or or some other website?"
"How the Hell should we know?" another guy asked them, only for their conversation to get cut short by the sound of approaching police sirens.
"Ooh, that's my cue," Comet said as he got up from where he was sitting before turning to look at the owners of the store, who'd been sitting behind the counter and trying to make sense of everything. "Listen, I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but visiting a police station isn't really on my itinerary for the night. Sorry about any damages I inflicted, but I'm...70% sure that that insurance stuff can cover for it."
Comet didn't know how insurance worked, nor did he need to since he was royalty. Whenever his family had to fix something, they threw money at it. "Anyway, thanks for your cooperation. Enjoy the rest of your night! Ciao!" Without looking back, Comet ran out of the store into the parking lot, pulling out his Wand and bringing forth Cloudy. His faithful Spell then took him high into the air, giving him enough time to look down and see the cop cars coming to arrest the bandits.
Right on cue, Comet thought to himself. He had to admit that those responsible for maintaining law & order on Earth could be very efficient at their jobs. More so than what the City Watch of Dragontown could do, even if they had the aid of his Dad's Kingsguard if necessary. Granted, all of that might be because they relied on horses, warnicorns, and invisible goats to travel while Humans had cars, but that was beside the point.
Wait, what was the point that Comet was trying to make to himself?
As Comet started mentally debating with himself over what he'd even been thinking about, Cloudy continued to take him on his nightly patrol of Los Angeles. They'd been doing this for the better part of the last week since the big debut of the Blue Magus. Comet would focus on stopping small-time crimes that the police wouldn't get to in time, like muggings, stick-ups, and pickpockets. He also wasn't certain about it, but at one point, Comet thought that he saved a woman from some unwanted suitors who wouldn't take no for an answer...
"Look, guys, I get that you're not having much luck with getting dates, but jumping one in the middle of the night and trying to tear off her dress at knife-point isn't going to solve things," Comet said as he looked at the two thugs that he currently had hogtied in black licorice rope. "You're lucky I don't tear your balls off for this."
He wasn't joking. On Mewni, those found guilty of rape risked being castrated for their crimes. It wasn't kind, but it was a pretty effective deterrent. Comet then turned to the woman he'd saved, who looked to be in her mid-late twenties and was lying on the ground in a state of shock, clutching at her torn dress as she tried to process what almost happened to her.
"Don't worry, ma'am," Comet said with a reassuring smile. "I'll take you to the nearest police station, and they'll make sure you get home safely."
"Y-you will?" Upon hearing this, the woman began to cry as the adrenaline finally wore and the realization of what she'd almost gone through finally hit. She immediately ran over to Comet and latched onto him like a vise, refusing to let go as she started crying. "Oh, thank God! If you hadn't shown up when you did, I don't know what would've happened to me!"
Moved by the display of relief mixed with fear, Comet let the woman (who he was just now realizing had quite the figure, not that he cared) continue to cry it out. No matter how awkward it looked to have a grown woman crying on a teenage boy.
Looking back on it, it was pretty clear that those thugs probably meant to violate that poor woman. With that in mind, Comet considered letting the cops handle them an act of mercy. On Mewni, those found guilty of rape faced castration or death.
Seven Hells, if his Mom had been there, she would've castrated those two thugs herself. With her bare hands.
The thought of his Mom doing something as metal as that was nearly enough to make Comet not see what was happening on the dark streets of LA down below. But where his eyes almost failed him, his hearing did not. How could it, though? Whatever was going on down below was loud enough for someone to hear it from a mile away!
"Hold up, Cloudy," Comet told his sentient cloud as they passed overhead. "I think something's going on down there."
As Comet peered over the side of Cloudy, he found it hard to see what was happening on the ground. He was well over a hundred feet above street level, and as good as he was, not even he could see that far down in the middle of the night...
...is what someone might've thought. But most people didn't have access to magic. Comet, on the other hand, did. And he already had the right Spell for the job.
Pulling his Wand out and pointing it at his face, Comet uttered a quick chant: "Skulblakas ven." Instantly, the magic from his Wand did what he wanted. His sky-blue eyes took on a deeper shade of blue, while his pupils narrowed to that of slits. Comet's eyes now resembled a cross between reptile and feline when all was said and done.
The spell Comet used wasn't original. He got it from a book series about a teenager who hatched a dragon egg and became the fantasy equivalent of a Jedi. In a nutshell, it improved his eyesight so that Comet could now see in the dark and in infrared. With his improved vision, the boy could see what was going on below. And what he saw did not look good.
At least a dozen people crowded around an abandoned basketball court near an unlit back alley. Ten stood clustered at one end of the court like they were part of a single group. The other two, each wearing faded grey hoodies, stood about ten feet away from them, and from what Comet could tell, they were yelling something at the others. Comet couldn't fully determine what they were yelling about from his height (and he hadn't made a spell that could improve his hearing without overwhelming him), but it sounded very heated.
Like, it reminded him of all the times he'd gotten into a shouting match with his Dad or Eternia, and those events were pretty infamous in Castle Dragonfly!
As Comet continued to watch as the two sides continued to yell at each other, he spotted what seemed to be the focus of their argument. Sitting in the center of the larger group was an opened portable cooler, filled with...bags of white powder? That was something that Comet had never seen before.
Are these people seriously getting into a pissing match over bags of powdered sugar? Just go and buy some more if you want it that badly! Comet wasn't one to talk, though. After he learned about powdered sugar being a thing on Earth, he spent half his allowance buying it in bulk just so he could put it on everything he ate. After getting it everywhere in the kitchen, Marcia ended up banning him from having it.
Having now seen what the two sides were arguing over, Comet's first thought was to move on. They would work things out over who got the powdered sugar on their own. That notion quickly went out the window when one of the people from the larger group, a guy in a black men's tank top, pulled out a gun and pointed it at the two.
"Uh oh." Comet froze. He already knew what kind of damage the incredibly advanced, ranged weapons that Humans seemed overly fond of could do. And when the person's compatriots proceeded to pull out their own guns, knives, and crowbars, Comet knew that things were about to get ugly.
Looks like it's hero time, Comet thought as he felt his body begin to prepare for the fight that was to come.
"Cloudy!" Comet yelled. "Get me as close as you can to them! We gotta stop this before someone gets hurt!"
"Yes, sir, Comet!" Cloudy cheerfully said before taking Comet down to rooftop level. Once they were close enough, Comet jumped off the talking cloud and proceeded to use his parkour skills to safely land before sprinting to the roof's edge. From there, Comet (whose magically enhanced eyes had already returned to normal) got a clear view of everything happening. More importantly, he could hear what everyone was saying.
"...Come on, man," one of the two guys who found themselves at gunpoint said in a very nervous tone. "There's no need to resort to violence. We're all friends here, right?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, sure. We're all friends," the lead guy from the group of ten said as he continued to aim his pistol at the two guys in hoodies. "And do you know what friends do for each other?"
"They hug and forgive each other for saying shit that they didn't actually mean?" the other hoodie-wearing man responded with a sheepish look on his face.
"No," the man in the tank top said. "Friends pay friends back the money that they're owed."
At this, the lead hoodie (Comet decided to simply call him Larry) raised his voice once more. "Are you serious? We're not giving you that much for the stuff! Our cut will be even less than it already is!"
"Well, tough titties, man. Times have changed. The price for this stuff," Tank-Top smacked the side of the cooler, "has gone up. And if you guys don't want to pay for it, then that's fine. We can always find others to give this shit out."
"Hey, dude, this is bullshit!" the other hoodie guy (whom Comet had dubbed Biggie because of his heavyset frame). "Ain't no way in Hell we're going to pay that much!"
"Suit yourself," Tank-Top said with a casual shrug. "But unless you guys pay up, we're not letting you leave this place in one piece." Tank-Top then pointed the gun right at Larry's head. "Can't have word getting out that we let two of our pushers walk out on us. Can't have you guys snitching on us to the Cops, either, so..." Tank-Top then gestured at his other associates, who were all giving the two a menacing look. "What's it gonna be? There are only two of you. Think you can get away from all of us?"
Right as Larry and Biggie blanched from the realization that maybe it wasn't a good idea to walk out on a bunch of people who looked ready to pop a cap in their asses wasn't such a good idea, Comet made up his mind. It was time for him to step in and keep things from worsening.
It was a good thing, too. Larry and Biggie looked like they were going to soil themselves.
"Look, we can work this out! We can-" Biggie tried to plead, but Comet already knew it wouldn't work. He could tell that Tank-Top had already made up his mind.
As if to prove his point, Tank-Top started laughing at their begging for a minute or so. Then, his face grew cold and stern.
"Too late, friend. Maybe you shouldn't have thought of crossing us."
Even as Tank-Top began to squeeze down on the trigger, Comet was already in motion. There wasn't any time for him to actually call out a spell. Instead, he opted for the more straightforward approach. Taking aim at the man's hand with his Wand, he silently thought of a spell that amounted to little more than a blast of magical energy and fired.
Within milliseconds, the magic beam leaped from his Wand depths, speeding right towards his target's hand. Everyone present barely had time to register what was happening before, in a blinding flash of light, the bolt hit Tank-Top's gun hand dead center.
"GAARRRGGGH!" With a cry of pain audible for miles around, Tank-Top dropped his weapon to the ground on reflex. The still-loaded gun bounced onto the cold concrete before coming to a rest a few feet away from its owner's feet.
Not that Tank-Top noticed, and he was too busy focusing on what felt like a bolt of lightning going through his hand! Larry and Biggie, meanwhile, stood there like deer in headlights.
"AH! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" Tank-Top screamed as his eyes darted around the area, trying to find out who had the stones to hit him.
Time to make my entrance. Comet made a mental note that maybe he should've stepped in sooner.
"That was a warning shot, buddy," Comet called out from the rooftop, prompting everyone to turn and look at him. "Next time, you might not be so lucky."
"And who the Hell are you supposed to be, pendejo?" one of the other guys called out to him.
"You guys don't know who I am?" Comet asked, pretending to feel insulted by this. "Guys, you wound me," he said with faux disappointment on his face as he jumped off the roof, and used his Wand to create a red spring to give him a boost that carried him straight to the center of the basketball court.
"You think that after everything I've been doing, I'd be the talk of the town. Guess that's what I get for setting up shop in the same town as Hollywood, I guess," Comet said, his tone completely relaxed and unafraid of the fact that he was facing a dozen people. And that most of them were likely armed and ready to gut him.
"Wait a minute..." one of the thugs studied Comet closely, trying to connect the dots in their head. Thankfully, it didn't take them long to do so. "Hey, Jefe, I think that's the guy they've been talking about on the news! The freak in the costume!"
"Oh-ho-ho, a freak, am I?" Comet laughed at this response. He didn't consider himself a freak, but he supposed that that was a natural response when faced with someone as awesome as him. "I take that as a compliment, actually, so thanks," he added while flashing a cheeky grin.
"Yes, it's me, everyone: the Amazing Blue Magus!" Comet shouted while doing a heroic pose that would make the Great Saiyaman and All Might proud. "Master of the mystic arts, wielder of magical forces not of this world, and, of course, a dude with amazingly good taste in fashion!"
Everyone present just gave Comet a look that screamed, "Is this brat for real?" Once the initial surprise faded away, though, the ten thugs of LA reverted to what appeared to be their default emotion: anger.
"All right, you little mierda," this tall, well-built man with a handlebar mustache and a 'Los Pollos Hermanos' shirt said as he walked up to Comet. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are-"
"I'm pretty sure I just said who I am," Comet remarked.
"-But you have no idea who you're messing with. So, why don't you run off to whatever costume party you came from and let us do our business."
"Why would I do that? You guys were ready to pop a cap in those two's asses before I got involved," Comet pointed out. "Not letting that happen on my watch," he said while shaking his head.
"And what the Hell do you think you're going to do about it, boy?" another thug asked. "In case you haven't noticed, Blueboy, it's ten on one. And we came prepared." Like a promise, each of the criminals pulled out their weapons and showed them off threateningly to Comet. Clearly, they were trying to intimidate him.
Comet wasn't impressed. He battled Monsters, pirates, killer robots, and more, and these mooks wouldn't last a minute against him. The question was, how was he going to mop the floor with them?
Ultimately, he decided to settle on doing things the way he normally did: wing it.
"Well, then," he began to say as he did his best to look intimidated by everything. "I should probably see myself off and...RASPBERRY PERMAFROST BLAST!"
Before any thugs could react, Comet hit Tank-Top full-on with a blast of magic. Instantly, the man was encased in a block of what could best be described as a giant, raspberry-flavored popsicle, but without the stick.
"What the?"
The other guys just looked at Tank-Top, trying to process what happened to him. Once the initial shock wore off, they quickly turned their anger on the Prince.
Two more guys took aim with their guns and got ready to pull the trigger, but Comet was already one step ahead of them. Aiming his Wand over his head at them, he called, "Bubble beam ripple!" The next thing either of them knew, their guns got turned into bubbles that floated harmlessly into the air.
"What the fuck's going on?! Is this guy really magic?" someone called out. Comet wasn't really sure who, nor did he care.
"You better believe it, man! I'm the real deal!" He gleefully told them. "You're looking at a genuine sorcerer right here!"
"Don't listen to him, guys! He's just trying to mess with us!"
"Well, you're not wrong on that," Comet admitted. "But if you guys think that this is all fake, then you're either lying to yourselves or just that dumb. Maybe both, if you ask me."
"Get him!" Someone called out, prompting the rest of the group to try to rush Comet. The Prince of Mewni didn't move a muscle as they came at him. Yeah, they were carrying knives and other melee weapons, but they clearly didn't know how to use them. Their attacks were so basic that he bet a squire for one of the knights that served his family could handle them.
The next two minutes could best be described by those who witnessed (Larry and Biggie) as the most one-sided ass-kicking they'd ever seen. Comet sidestepped, dodged, ducked, and avoided every one of their clumsy, uncoordinated strikes. At one point, he yanked the knife out of one of the criminal's hands, then used it to shave off the guy's mustache. Then, he followed that up by swiping the belt off another guy's pants, causing them to drop to their ankles. Comet almost laughed himself silly when he saw he wore briefs with hearts on them.
The more Comet made fools out of the thugs, the angrier they got, and the sloppier they became. Of course, this served to make them easy pickings for his counters.
First, Comet aimed at the ground underneath two approaching criminals and created a trap hole. In an almost cartoonish manner, the two didn't fall in until after they realized they were standing in open air.
Three more guys, Comet proceeded to narwhal blast into the closest wall. Then, to ensure they stayed there, he covered them in super-glue.
Another guy got hit with the jellybean hallucination mist and started tripping balls like never before. He wound up on the ground trying to lick the concrete, muttering how it was ice cream.
The last three guys got the worst out of them all. Comet hit them with a blast of magic that brought their underwear to life and gave their wearers automatic wedgies. They even stretched over their heads, just like in the cartoons.
When all was said and done, ten full-grown men found themselves beaten. Thoroughly humiliated by a kid in a costume.
It was a good night for Comet.
"Whoo, that was fun!" Comet said as he caught his breath. "That definitely counts as my workout for tonight." Comet then turned to the two guy's in the hoodies and asked them, "So, you guys alright?"
For a few moments, Larry and Biggie stood there, their mouths wide open as they tried to process what they saw. This boy in the weird costume, had just done shit that, before tonight, they could only see in cartoons or on the big screen. They honestly had no idea how to respond to any of this!
That is, until Comet spoke up once more. "Well, okay, then. I'll guess I'll leave. But, um, I'm taking the cooler with me."
"Wait, what?" Larry said in surprise as his brain finally started working again. "No, no, no, no. You can't do that!"
Comet tilted his head in confusion at his. "And why not?"
"Because that stuff is ours, that's why!" Larry argued as he started to approach Comet.
"But weren't you guys just arguing over with these guys over it," Comet asked as he gestured to the various thugs currently sprawled on the ground.
"We were! And now that they're out of it, we'll just take that cooler and be on our way," Biggie said before taking another step closer to Comet.
The two hoodie-wearing men may not have realized it, but Comet was looking at them with many suspicions. At first, he hadn't understood why these guys had been so determined to get ahold of this cooler or the white stuff inside it. However, the fact that everyone was willing to resort to violence had been enough to tell him something important:
Whatever this stuff was, no good could come from it.
Comet had made up his mind. He was going to take this stuff to the police. However, something told him that the two remaining people there wouldn't be happy about that.
Comet didn't like the idea that was going through his head, but he saw the look in Larry and Biggie's eyes: whatever that white stuff in the cooler was, they were bent on getting it. Taking a step towards the cooler, Comet sighed as he readied his Wand.
"Sorry guys, but I can't let you take this," he said, obviously reluctant to do this since he had just saved their lives. Still, he had a gut feeling that something bad would happen if he let things be.
It was already too late when the two men realized what Comet was about to do.
"Hawaiian Punch Rocket Explosion!"
With a flourish of his Wand and an explosion of fruity, tropical-scented magic, Comet launched himself and the cooler high into the air above the basketball court. With a quick whistle, he had Cloudy catch him in mid-air before spiriting him away into the night sky of downtown LA.
"Oh, fuck," Larry (whose real name was Lloyd) said as he watched the kid leave with their latest shipment of drugs.
Yes, that's right. It was cocaine.
"Now, what the fuck are we gonna do, man?" Biggie (whose real name was Ricky) asked, watching as the drugs they meant to sell on the street got carried off by some freaky teen.
"Who cares, dude? The cops could show up at any time! We gotta get out of here!" Lloyd told his partner. "Let's just get out of here while we still can!"
As if to prove his point, the sound of police sirens could be faintly heard in the distance. Neither of them wanted to stick around and explain any of what they saw. With that, they left the members of the Tijuana Cartel to their fate as they ran off into the night.
Later, once the coast was clear, the two of them decided that this was an obvious sign that they needed to rethink their lives.
Janna: Wait, did you just say the Tijuana Cartel? As in the Tijuana Drug Cartel, one of the most notorious criminal gang's in Mexico? Or at least they were.
Jay: Yep. The same group.
Janna: And Comet-
Jay: Just made an enemy out of them by messing with their drug trafficking.
Janna: What prompted this, man? Not that I'm complaining. Just curious.
*Jay shrugs his shoulders*
Jay: Simple: if Comet wanted to be a superhero, he needed some new enemies. And I read online that the Tijuana Cartel is one of the big name's in the criminal underworld in California. So, it made sense.
Janna: Does Comet even realize how much danger he's putting himself and his friends into? What if these guys find out who he is?
Jay: Janna Ordonia, don't tell me you've gotten soft! Does she sound like she's getting soft, Rex?
Rex: Fight me!
Jay: Nevermind. Look, with Ludo out of the picture for awhile, I needed to give Comet someone else to fight. And I thought that it might be a good idea to make Comet known to the criminal underworld. If all goes according to plan, then I can set them up to be enemies that Comet will have to contend down the road. As for how...that's my secret. Now, is it ready?
Janna: Yep. Our computer's are all set. We're ready to transmit all the show's that HBO Max removed to the rest of the world for free.
DAU Kermit: Wait, we're pirating this stuff? Guys, we could get in huge trouble for this!
Jay: So you're saying that we should let Warner Bros Discovery not face the consequences of their actions by undermining people's need to use their streaming services?
DAU Kermit:...I'll get the popcorn.
Jay: That's what I thought. Now, while we're getting ready to binge watch Infinity Train, Mao Mao, and Uncle Grandpa, let's respond to some
READERS REVIEWS
LockAndKey989: It's going to get even crazier next chapter, my friend.
Julalya: I actually meant to finish the arc this chapter, but I got so busy doing other stuff that I ran out of time to do this. Don't worry, though. I got this.
The Wandering Hippie: How badly this blows up for him remains to be seen.
Mlpbrony fan15: I know, right! Comet would make an interesting hero! He's got the powers, the cool backstory, and the drive to fight for what's right. But yeah, this might not end as well as he hopes.
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