A Showdown and a Throwdown
"Oh great now we're trapped!" Zartan grumbled as they were cornered. "Dozens of cops on one side, the Joes on the other! YEOW! GENERAL KNOCK IT OFF!" He stopped the motorcycle and threw General Whithalf off. "Okay that's it!" He took out his pistol. "Say goodbye General Witless!"
"OH YEAH!" Suddenly a high-heeled shoe flew out of nowhere and hit him on the hand, knocking the pistol out of it.
"YOU!" Zartan looked at his attacker.
"Yeah me!" Serpentor stood there with his hands on his hips. "I will crush you were you stand! This I command!"
"LET'S DO THIS THING!" General Whithalf shouted as he charged Zartan. "CHARGE!"
"Maybe they didn't need our help after all," Hank blinked as Serpentor and General Whithalf started beating the stuffing out of the Dreadnoks.
"MERCY! MERCY!" Zartan shouted.
The Dreadnoks screamed as well. "You'd think a few armed desperate men would put up more of a fight," Xavier blinked. "Uh Hawk shouldn't you and the Joes help them?"
"OW!"
"YEOWCH!"
"MOMMY!"
"Nah, let 'em have their fun," Hawk grinned.
"Ooh that's gonna leave a mark," Hank winced. "I had no idea high heels could do that much damage!"
"Ow…" Zartan and his Dreadnoks lay at their feet.
"Oh darn it I broke a nail," Serpentor looked at his fingernails. "Now they're all uneven! I hate it when that happens!"
Just then a huge chopper hovered over the pool. "That's a Cobra chopper!" Hawk shouted. Everyone scattered as the chopper lay down some cover fire. The Dreadnoks took this opportunity to rush to it.
"I don't know why I'm helping you fools, I really don't!" Cobra Commander hissed as he piloted the chopper and let down a ladder for the Dreadnoks to climb.
"Because you know those Dreadnoks will sell you out for the right price!" Serpentor grabbed a nearby grenade launcher from Spirit and fired on the chopper.
"AGGGHHH!" Cobra Commander screamed. "CAN'T YOU IDIOTS DO ANYTHING RIGHT? COBRA RETREAT! RETREAT!"
"HA! FACE IT COBRA COMMANDER I'M MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!" Serpentor waved his fist at the retreating chopper.
"And coming from a guy in high heels and a dress that's saying something," Hank said.
"How did I ever get involved in this?" Xavier groaned. "Could somebody tell me please?"