Brotherhood Vs. Dreadnoks
Meanwhile across town…
"This stinks!" Torch absently threw a peanut at the wall. "We've only been in town for a few days and already I'm bored out of my bleeding skull!"
"Yeah this town's a right dump!" Buzzer agreed. "I thought that hole in the wall in Vietnam was dull, but at least there was a good knife fight to watch every once in a while!"
"All I know is that if I don't get to blow something up or destroy something soon I'm gonna go out of my mind!" Ripper snapped. He put a peanut into his left nostril, aimed his nose at the television and blew it out, hitting the channel changer.
"You're already out of your mind Ripper," Torch snickered.
"Yeah well there's nothing worse than sitting around on your butt all day waiting for some action!" Ripper snapped.
"Oh yes there is," Monkeywrench snapped. "It's serving food to those whiny brats all morning while waiting for some action! Ugh! I nearly lost my arm today trying to put all that food on the tray for the fat one! Even worse, I smell like creamed corn! Now I'm gonna have to take a shower this week!"
"Yeah," Ripper chuckled. "Well that's what you get for being such an intellectual!"
"Shut yer face!" Monkeywrench snapped.
"Make me!" Ripper snarled.
"Quit it you two!" Buzzer stood between them. "The boss ain't gonna like it if we bust this place up before he tells us to! You wanna get on his bad side?" They backed down. "I didn't think so! Just chill out!"
"Yeah well I just hope some action happens soon," Ripper grumbled.
"HOT WINGS FOR EVERYBODY!" Fred shouted as the Brotherhood swaggered into the bar.
"Oh no," The bartender grew pale. "Not them again."
"Bartender your finest hot wings and ice cream sodas please," Pietro said.
"Uh…y…yes sir!" The bartender ran off to do his bidding.
"Goody!" Fred licked his lips and rubbed his hands. "But first, a little snack!" He grabbed the peanut bowl from the Dreadnoks' table and began chowing down on them.
"Hey!" Buzzer snapped. "Why that big oaf! He took my peanuts!"
"What's so special about these brats?" Ripper snarled.
"Well let's find out shall we?" Buzzer grinned.
"Wait a minute," Monkeywrench asked. "I thought you said for us not to bust the place up?"
"That was before the fat one took my peanuts!" Buzzer snapped.
"I dunno," Monkeywrench gulped. "I mean we don't know what their powers are."
"Well let's find out shall we?" Ripper smirked. He and the others swaggered over the bar. "Oi! Fatso! What the bloody hell do you underage twits think you're doing?"
The room got deathly quiet as they Brotherhood turned around with very serious looks on their faces. The regulars at the bar, people who had no fear of cops, soldiers, or Martians quickly ran out the back door in terror. "You talking to us?" Fred growled.
"Well I don't see no other little pampered sissies here now do I?" Ripper snarled.
"Let me guess," Pietro made an evil grin. "You're new in town aren't you?"
"Yeah," Torch sneered. "And we don't like little drips like you invading our space!"
"Listen Hairball," Wanda snarled. "You jerks are in our territory!"
"Aw what'cha gonna do about it little girl?" Buzzer laughed as he lightly tapped her face. "Are you gonna cry?"
Wanda's eyes glared. "NOBODY TOUCHES ME!" She screamed. With a hex bolt she threw all of the Dreadnoks across the room.
They recovered quickly and grabbed their weapons. Torch grabbed his blowtorch, Ripper his huge rifle with a bayonet attached, Buzzer his chainsaw and Monkeywrench grabbing his trusty grenades. "LET'S GET 'EM!" Buzzer screamed.
"Oh god…" The bartender ran out the back door with his bounces as soon as the fray started. "Good thing I just paid my insurance bill!"
"Big Charley is gotta find a safer job," The huge bouncer whimpered as he ran for life.
"This is why they call me Torch!" Torch shouted as he shot at the Brotherhood with his flame-thrower.
"Oh really?" John raised an eyebrow before redirecting the flames back at Torch. "And this is why they call me Pyro!"
"Yeow!" Torch ran off in terror, the flames sparking his butt.
"I'm gonna carve me up a fat Blob steak!" Buzzer lunged at Fred with the chainsaw. And then he watched in horror as it broke on contact with Fred's skin.
"That tickles!" Fred laughed.
"Th…That was my favorite chainsaw!" Buzzer stared at it in shock. "You…you…"
"My turn," Fred sneered as he backhanded Buzzer across the room.
"Allow me my dear," Peter stepped in front of Wanda just as Monkeywrench threw a grenade at him. He changed into his armored form just as it blew up. Of course it didn't leave a dent on him.
"How did you bloody do that?" Monkeywrench gasped.
"Oh just a little something I picked up!" Peter joked as he grabbed the Dreadnok. "Allow me to show you the door!" He threw Monkeywrech outside, through the closed bar door.
"Come on is that the best you can do?" Pietro laughed and made faces as Ripper tried to shoot him. "Can't catch me! Your aim is lousy!"
"Stand still you skinny little twit!" Ripper screamed.
"Fighting you is like standing still," Pietro laughed. He zipped around him throwing punches, beating Ripper senseless. He took the weapon from him. "I'll take that thank you very much! You know you shouldn't wave these things around. These things are dangerous!"
"Let me play with that Pietro," Wanda took the rifle and pointed it at the remaining Dreadnoks with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I've always wanted to fire one of these things!"
"Oh no…" Torch gulped. "Yikes!" He jumped as the bullets nearly shot his feet off.
"DANCE! DANCE!" Wanda laughed maniacally.
"Hey this place is getting a bit hot for me!" John shouted as the bar caught on fire.
"Let's go!" Fred said, then he looked at the Dreadnoks cowering in terror before them. "But first…I think we should deal with these morons! Hey Peter! Hand me one of those bar stools will ya?"
Three seconds later Monkeywrench saw his companions thrown out of the door tied up with a bent barstool. "I knew this was a bad idea," Monkeywrench ran off when he heard the sirens. "Zartan ain't gonna be happy about this!"
The Brotherhood took off as well, leaving the Dreadnoks to get arrested. For once, thought they used their brains and didn't say anything about the mutants to the cops. They knew if they did it would blow Cobra's plans. Not long after a FBI agent came and took them away. Of course the agent was really Zartan in disguise.
"You brainless buffoons can't do anything right, can you?" Zartan shouted. "I ought to have left you cretins to rot in that stinking cell!"
"Sorry boss," Buzzer apologized. He and all the other Dreadnoks were covered in bandages. "We weren't thinking."
"Well that's pretty damn obvious! You could have blown our cover!" Zandar snapped. "You don't see the Joes making stupid mistakes like that!"
"Did they recognize you?" Zarana asked Monkeywrench.
"I don't think so," He told her.
"All right you Monkeywrench are going to have to change your looks!" Zartan told him. "Trim your moustache or something. Dye your hair, I don't care! And you lot are leaving town until you are needed!" He pointed at the rest of them. "You're just lucky I am in a generous mood today or you all will really be injured!"
"Yes sir," Torch gulped. He breathed as sigh of relief as they left. "Whew! Boy did we get off easy!"
"Says you," Monkeywrench grumbled. "I don't wanna change the way I look!"
"Okay note to self," Buzzer gulped. "Never tangle with the Brotherhood again! They are insane destructive maniacs!"
"That's for sure," Ripper groaned, his arm in a cast. "Too bad we didn't get to them sooner. They would have made great Dreadnoks."