Prepare your lungs for laughter!!…I wouldn't know if this chapter is funny or not because my humor is odd. Oo;;; Ah yesh, the appearance of another one of my characters…well, appears! …in this one!

It was a person. At least, people think it's a person. The supposed human was in a semi-baggy white jumpsuit, with a big black belt securely fastened around their waist. The belt had many gadgets handing off it, such as:

A rubber chicken, a rope, a green yo-yo, several cans of Poopsi, a Walkman, a giant syringe filled with some kind of blue ooze, and other various things. The person had on dark green sports-goggles over their eyes, and their hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

A nurse hat sat upon their head, and had on yellow rubber gloves and they shouted, "Prepare yourself! For I am," the hero paused and jumped in the air, "NURSE---INANE!!!" the man, as well as everybody else, stared at the oddball.

"Man, I'm outta here!" the man, pretty freaked out by now, turned and ran down the shoreline, but Nurse Inane yelled after him, "Taste the spicy zing of justice, evil being!!" She grabbed her yo-yo and slipped the loop in the yarn on her finger,

Then flung the toy towards the man, successfully wrapping it around his ankles, and, with a quick jerk, he was sent face-first into the sand. The man got up and snarled at the hero, who was whistling while she played with her yo-yo, and sprinted toward her.

She 'meeped' and grabbed a can of Poopsi, shook it up, then threw it at him. It hit his head and exploded carbonated fizz everywhere. Nurse Inane took advantage of his dazed state and took out her rope, then ran in circles around the man as fast as greased lightning, tying him up.

"Another job well done!!" the hero then disappeared in a puff of smoke. "What was that about?" a random person asked. Pepito noticed Sam wasn't around and was about to go look for her, when he heard that giggle of hers.

"Over here!" she shouted, waving her arms about to get his attention. She was in the water up to her waist, her goggles and snorkel discarded in the sand by her clothes. She slicked back her wet hair and out of her eyes and swam to shore.

She had a small scar on the left side of her forehead that the boys noticed right away, from where her step-dad, Randy, had cut her. "What was all that commotion about?" "Some guy in a jumpsuit with soda-pop bombs," said Squee, listening to the faint wails of sirens.

"Yeah, that guy was muy loco," Pepito added, observing Sam's well developed body, which she immediately detected and her cheeks turned slightly pinkish. "Stop that!" she snapped coyly, trying to hide herself behind the buff lifeguard standing beside her.

"Oh come on! Get out from behind him!" she shook her head furiously and let out a keening whine, absentmindedly seizing the back of the lifeguards' shorts and yanking them upwards, giving the man a wedgie.

He shrieked and reached around, grabbing Sam's swimsuit and shook her until she finally let go of him, then put her down and walked away. "Did something happen?" she asked herself, showing that still naïve innocence of hers.

"Who would have thought she'd still have it, at the age of fifteen? The age of raging hormones and thinking about boys." The three exchanged confused looks, then looked around. "Who said that?" Squee queried.

A shadow cast over Sam and her eyes darted upwards, meeting different colored eyes through a half-lidded gaze. "Hey hey!" said the young woman with a lop-sided grin and Sam squealed in delight. "VIXEEEEEN!!!" she wailed, turning around and jumping in her arms. The woman, Vixen, was kind of short, but lanky.

She had short and messy reddish brown hair, and she was wearing a long dark red shirt that could pass off as a dress and was shredded at the ends, with a smiley face on the front, only it was frowning and had its' tongue hanging out, with two X's for eyes.

She wore big clunky combat boots with crisscrossing laces all the way up. A guitar was strapped to her back, and her face was warm and kind, yet her eyes were blue and the other gray.

"SAAAAMMM!!" she screamed as well, holding Sam in her arms and spinning around with her. "What brings you here?" Sam finally asked as Vixen set her down. She smiled and answered simply, "My band and I are on hiatus,"

"Hi-whatta?" she giggled. "A break. We're takin' a break," Squee stared at the oh-to-familiar person until he had to force himself to blink. Vixen caught his gaze and a surprised expression crossed over her face, but her features soon relaxed and she gave him a small smile.

"Hey, long time no see, little Squeegee," she uttered softly and motioned him to come to her. He numbly nodded and scurried over and she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, all the while Sam and Pepito watched, both rather confused.

There was an awkward silence, the obvious question lingering on the tips of everyone's tongues. Pepito was the first to ask; "You guys know each other?" "Yeah!" Squee piped up; "I knew her way back when I was…uh…"

He stopped to think of what to say, "Uh…before I knew you guys!" the small group all let out exasperated sighs and shook their heads. "Hey, I know her too! Small world!" Sam squeaked giddily, stamping her feet into the damp sand.

She grabbed Squee and Pepito's hands and beckoned them to join her in her happy dance. When she finally calmed down, mostly out of exhaustion, Pepito questioned, "How come your eyes are different colors?" Vixen looked sad for a moment, but brightened and said, "I got one poked out a while back,"

She leaned her head forward and popped out her icy blue glass eye, then showed it to them.

Nearly everyone close to her screamed their lungs out. In fact, several people did scream their lungs out.

She laughed maniacally before putting her eye back into its place. "I was wandering when I found myself here," she explained, "I heard someone yell, and when I got here, this happened." She pointed over to the man the oddball tied up, currently being dragged away by several policemen.

"Uh…who are you anyway?" Vixen gave Pepito a deadpan look, but Sam eagerly squeaked, "My guardian angel!" she hugged her and they both smirked secretly to each other. "I look over her, like Johnny does to Squee,"

Squee's eyes took up more than half his face as he gasped loudly, "You mean she rips out peoples brains in front of you?!" the two girls threw their heads back, guffawing uncontrollably and slapping their knees. "NO!" they yelled in unison, still laughing their butts off.

"Okay, I gotta go. I promised the boys I'd go to the store and get some sodas, k?" Sam's cheerfulness faltered and she sighed, hugging Vixen once more. "Okay…" "Aw, come on. Don't be sad." She grabbed the guitar off her back and sat down in the sand.

"Here, I'll play ya something," she strummed the strings thoughtfully, thinking of what to play. She grinned and started to play a tune.

The world is spinning too fast

I'm buying lead Nike shoes

To keep myself tethered to the days I try to lose—

Her song was interrupted as the cops pushed everybody out, closing off the area with their yellow tape, "No guitar-playing at the beach, ma'am," Vixen scowled darkly at the officer, but nodded and stiffly put it back in its place.

The four turned as the police started to ask them questions, but within the commotion, Vixen silently slipped away.

Ha ha, those lyrics were from a song by the Gorillaz ^^ My current favorite song. As I have said, Vixen is another one of my original characters that are in another fanfic of mine, but it is rated R, for um…lots of bad stuff o.o;;; More chaps' coming up soon!