Thanksgiving Madness!
To Red Witch: Oh, the turkey rampage shall commence! I think Kelly's no stranger to being laughed out of the Senate (Kelly: SCREW YOU, L17!!! SCREW YOU AND THE FANCY HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!!).
To Sparky Genocide: Thanks for the info, man! I really appreciate it!
To Wizard1: I dunno about the Ace interaction. I'm glad you liked seeing X23 with the Ballroom Blitzers. Maybe I'll bring Ace into another story. I didn't know Kitty needed glasses in the comics. But then again, I only read three X-Men comics in my life, so there. I think one of them had Arcade.
Chapter 4: Talks and Turkey Attacks!
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"So Paul, tell me about yourself." Dani said, her arms wrapped around Paul's arm. They were walking down a street in Bayville.
"Hey Starchild! You the man!" A couple guys hooted as he passed. Paul gave them hi-fives.
"Well, I'm just your average Los Angeles native." Paul grinned. "Hollywood to be exact. That's right, yours truly grew up in the home of movie stars, swimming pools, and limousines. I was adopted by a rich family. My mom was an actress. She did some bit parts in TV, movies, and commercials. She also did a bit of modeling. My dad was a record executive. He also owned a toy store." Paul looked up with a smile. "My fondest memory was when I was four. It was Halloween. My mom dressed me up as Ace Frehley. I remember going down the street in my costume, complete with blue chest plate and silver cape, holding my mom's hand. I even had on a brown wig and the makeup of the Celestial. They thought I was the cutest thing."
"So, where are your parents?" Dani asked. Paul drooped his head.
"Well, I don't know who my real parents are. I was adopted as a baby." Paul said. "The people I considered are now dead. It happened shortly after my powers emerged. I was thirteen. My parents were attacked and killed by members of a street gang. There was a bit of irony in it. The punks that killed my parents were members of a gang that was feuding with a street gang my twin brother Craig was a member of. An executive in my dad's company screwed me out of any inheritance and forced me out on the streets. I stayed with my friend Jennifer for a while. Then I discovered my telepathic link with my brother. I felt an instinct, an urge to find him. So I left and went into the streets to find him. I did find him, living in an abandoned movie studio. He didn't too kindly to me at first. Thanks to me, he saw memories of growing up a rich kid. And the link allowed me to read his mind. Growing up on the streets with a hateful father and a subservient mother. It was tough for him." Paul sighed.
"Craig did warm up to you, didn't he?" Dani asked.
"Yeah, but he really doesn't show it. He keeps everything inside. He doesn't show much emotion even when he's happy. Just the way he is, I guess." Paul shrugged. He and Dani were crossing the street when... "Whoa! Dani, watch out!" Paul grabbed Moonstar and pulled her out of the way. A screaming Duncan drove by.
"TURKEYS!!!! EVIL TURKEYS!!!! THE TURKEYS ARE COMING!!! THE TURKEYS ARE COMING!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"
"Who was THAT?!" Dani screamed with a pant.
"Duncan Matthews. He's the town psychotic." Paul grinned. "For some reason, he don't like mutants. Maybe he's jealous of us or something." Dani blinked at that.
"Jealous of having powers?" Dani said.
"Yeah." Paul nodded. "There are a lot of guys out there who are jealous of me."
"What I can't believe is that one of your childhood friends is an Avenger." Dani said.
"Yeah. I knew Jenny ever since we were kids." Paul grinned. "Jenny wasn't born with her green skin and hair. Nor was she born with any super strength. She actually has no X-Gene. She was actually just a plain old sheriff's daughter. Her old man hates me for some reason."
"I don't see why. You're a super-sweetheart!" Dani cooed.
"He claims John and I blew up his car. That was an accident. John set fire to his pants and chair once. I accidentally made a hidden bomb in a pie explode at a policeman's ball. I did prevent anyone from getting hurt, though." Paul laughed. "For some reason, her old man got mad at me and John and tried to run us over."
"What about her mother?"
"Aw, Mrs. Walters adored us. She always made cookies for us. She was so nice." Paul smiled. "I wonder how she's doing. Anyway, I thought for the longest time that Craig was the only real family I had." Paul snickered. "Until I met my cousin Ace."
"The guy on the tape." Dani remembered.
"Yeah. He was spying on the Hellions. After we rescued Red Dragon from the Hellions, Ace left, and returned to LA. Before he went back home, he stayed with me and Craig for a while, and we got to know each other. Ace told me I have a wacky family over in Great Britain, including this secret agent who dresses even further backwards than I or Ace do." Paul laughed. "Craig couldn't believe it. Maybe I'll introduce you if he ever visits me again." He and Dani heard another scream. They saw Duncan run down the street, chased by a whole bunch of cops.
"WHAT'D I DO?!?! WHAT'D I DO?!?!" Duncan screamed.
"Come back here, boy! Run your car through our station, huh boy?" The chief called. Paul sighed.
"Poor Duncan. That guy's been jinxed since day one." Paul laughed. He then heard gobbling. "What the--?" He and Danielle turned around and saw a bunch of huge giant turkeys. "FLAMING FREHLEY'S COMET!!!!!"
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Amara walked by a tree, when she saw John do something rather unusual: The insane Aussie was sitting in front of the tree, but he wasn't setting a fire. Instead, he had a laptop on his lap, and he was typing happily.
"St. John Allerdyce, not setting a fire. Now that's a shocking sight." Amara laughed. John rolled his eyes.
"Even I have my hobbies, Sheila." John said.
"My name is Amara, goofball." Amara crossed her arms. John groaned.
"I'm Australian, mate. Australians traditionally call girls "Sheila"." John groaned.
"Whatever." Amara waved. "What are you doing?"
"Writing." Pyro grinned crazily. "I like to write. I want to study journalism someday." Amara laughed.
"You, a reporter? Please." Amara waved. "You'd be trying to set fire to all your subjects. Not to mention you think that Sally Struthers is out to kill you, and you believe there are fairies in the dryer that steal socks."
"I've seen 'em, mate! They're real! They're annoying little pests! I have practically no left socks thanks to those jerks! And Sally Struthers is out to experiment on me!"
"Right, John." Amara shook her head. "What are you writing?"
"The great American novel." John laughed in his trademark cackle. "It's about these four high school students who go on a road trip, and the crazy truant officer/preacher who tries to catch 'em, but ends up getting hurt all the time! It's so funny!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!" Amara peeked at the screen. She started snickering. "Do you read romance novels?"
"Why do you ask?" John asked.
"Because I think you like those trashy ones." Amara laughed. "I smell a bit of trashy romance novel in it."
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{I can't believe I'm doing this} Senator Kelly groaned to himself. He was dressed in a turkey costume. {Just to help a bunch of goofy kids} The bigot was in a turkey costume for a reason: He was with a bunch of kids, raising money for charity by doing a dance in turkey costumes. A small crowd had gathered. Until one woman started screaming.
"TURKEYS!!!!"
{What do you expect, lady? We're not wearing cowboy outfits here.} Kelly mentally grumbled as he danced. People screamed and ran away as the giant turkeys raced into town. "OH MY GOD!!!" The kids ran off, clad in their turkey costumes. Before Kelly ran, one of the turkeys laid eyes on Kelly and its eyes turned into hearts, like in a Japanese cartoon. "Oh no. OH NO!!!! WAHHHH!!!!!!! HELP ME!!! HEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kelly ran off, the amorous turkey after him. Kelly screamed and ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him. Until he tripped. "WHOAAAA OWWWWW!!!" Kelly struggled to get up, lying flat on his stomach. The love-struck turkey caught up with the hapless senator. "No! No! Stay back! Bad turkey! Stay back! OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Man, Kelly attracts the wrong people! (Kelly: Someone call the Special Victims Unit!) Anyway, what'll happen next? What'll the turkeys do? Who will save the day? What'll Cobra do about the turkeys? Will Kitty adopt the turkeys? (Turkeys: GOBBLE!!! (AW HECK NAW!!!)) Find out in the next exciting chapter!
To Red Witch: Oh, the turkey rampage shall commence! I think Kelly's no stranger to being laughed out of the Senate (Kelly: SCREW YOU, L17!!! SCREW YOU AND THE FANCY HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!!).
To Sparky Genocide: Thanks for the info, man! I really appreciate it!
To Wizard1: I dunno about the Ace interaction. I'm glad you liked seeing X23 with the Ballroom Blitzers. Maybe I'll bring Ace into another story. I didn't know Kitty needed glasses in the comics. But then again, I only read three X-Men comics in my life, so there. I think one of them had Arcade.
Chapter 4: Talks and Turkey Attacks!
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"So Paul, tell me about yourself." Dani said, her arms wrapped around Paul's arm. They were walking down a street in Bayville.
"Hey Starchild! You the man!" A couple guys hooted as he passed. Paul gave them hi-fives.
"Well, I'm just your average Los Angeles native." Paul grinned. "Hollywood to be exact. That's right, yours truly grew up in the home of movie stars, swimming pools, and limousines. I was adopted by a rich family. My mom was an actress. She did some bit parts in TV, movies, and commercials. She also did a bit of modeling. My dad was a record executive. He also owned a toy store." Paul looked up with a smile. "My fondest memory was when I was four. It was Halloween. My mom dressed me up as Ace Frehley. I remember going down the street in my costume, complete with blue chest plate and silver cape, holding my mom's hand. I even had on a brown wig and the makeup of the Celestial. They thought I was the cutest thing."
"So, where are your parents?" Dani asked. Paul drooped his head.
"Well, I don't know who my real parents are. I was adopted as a baby." Paul said. "The people I considered are now dead. It happened shortly after my powers emerged. I was thirteen. My parents were attacked and killed by members of a street gang. There was a bit of irony in it. The punks that killed my parents were members of a gang that was feuding with a street gang my twin brother Craig was a member of. An executive in my dad's company screwed me out of any inheritance and forced me out on the streets. I stayed with my friend Jennifer for a while. Then I discovered my telepathic link with my brother. I felt an instinct, an urge to find him. So I left and went into the streets to find him. I did find him, living in an abandoned movie studio. He didn't too kindly to me at first. Thanks to me, he saw memories of growing up a rich kid. And the link allowed me to read his mind. Growing up on the streets with a hateful father and a subservient mother. It was tough for him." Paul sighed.
"Craig did warm up to you, didn't he?" Dani asked.
"Yeah, but he really doesn't show it. He keeps everything inside. He doesn't show much emotion even when he's happy. Just the way he is, I guess." Paul shrugged. He and Dani were crossing the street when... "Whoa! Dani, watch out!" Paul grabbed Moonstar and pulled her out of the way. A screaming Duncan drove by.
"TURKEYS!!!! EVIL TURKEYS!!!! THE TURKEYS ARE COMING!!! THE TURKEYS ARE COMING!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"
"Who was THAT?!" Dani screamed with a pant.
"Duncan Matthews. He's the town psychotic." Paul grinned. "For some reason, he don't like mutants. Maybe he's jealous of us or something." Dani blinked at that.
"Jealous of having powers?" Dani said.
"Yeah." Paul nodded. "There are a lot of guys out there who are jealous of me."
"What I can't believe is that one of your childhood friends is an Avenger." Dani said.
"Yeah. I knew Jenny ever since we were kids." Paul grinned. "Jenny wasn't born with her green skin and hair. Nor was she born with any super strength. She actually has no X-Gene. She was actually just a plain old sheriff's daughter. Her old man hates me for some reason."
"I don't see why. You're a super-sweetheart!" Dani cooed.
"He claims John and I blew up his car. That was an accident. John set fire to his pants and chair once. I accidentally made a hidden bomb in a pie explode at a policeman's ball. I did prevent anyone from getting hurt, though." Paul laughed. "For some reason, her old man got mad at me and John and tried to run us over."
"What about her mother?"
"Aw, Mrs. Walters adored us. She always made cookies for us. She was so nice." Paul smiled. "I wonder how she's doing. Anyway, I thought for the longest time that Craig was the only real family I had." Paul snickered. "Until I met my cousin Ace."
"The guy on the tape." Dani remembered.
"Yeah. He was spying on the Hellions. After we rescued Red Dragon from the Hellions, Ace left, and returned to LA. Before he went back home, he stayed with me and Craig for a while, and we got to know each other. Ace told me I have a wacky family over in Great Britain, including this secret agent who dresses even further backwards than I or Ace do." Paul laughed. "Craig couldn't believe it. Maybe I'll introduce you if he ever visits me again." He and Dani heard another scream. They saw Duncan run down the street, chased by a whole bunch of cops.
"WHAT'D I DO?!?! WHAT'D I DO?!?!" Duncan screamed.
"Come back here, boy! Run your car through our station, huh boy?" The chief called. Paul sighed.
"Poor Duncan. That guy's been jinxed since day one." Paul laughed. He then heard gobbling. "What the--?" He and Danielle turned around and saw a bunch of huge giant turkeys. "FLAMING FREHLEY'S COMET!!!!!"
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Amara walked by a tree, when she saw John do something rather unusual: The insane Aussie was sitting in front of the tree, but he wasn't setting a fire. Instead, he had a laptop on his lap, and he was typing happily.
"St. John Allerdyce, not setting a fire. Now that's a shocking sight." Amara laughed. John rolled his eyes.
"Even I have my hobbies, Sheila." John said.
"My name is Amara, goofball." Amara crossed her arms. John groaned.
"I'm Australian, mate. Australians traditionally call girls "Sheila"." John groaned.
"Whatever." Amara waved. "What are you doing?"
"Writing." Pyro grinned crazily. "I like to write. I want to study journalism someday." Amara laughed.
"You, a reporter? Please." Amara waved. "You'd be trying to set fire to all your subjects. Not to mention you think that Sally Struthers is out to kill you, and you believe there are fairies in the dryer that steal socks."
"I've seen 'em, mate! They're real! They're annoying little pests! I have practically no left socks thanks to those jerks! And Sally Struthers is out to experiment on me!"
"Right, John." Amara shook her head. "What are you writing?"
"The great American novel." John laughed in his trademark cackle. "It's about these four high school students who go on a road trip, and the crazy truant officer/preacher who tries to catch 'em, but ends up getting hurt all the time! It's so funny!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!" Amara peeked at the screen. She started snickering. "Do you read romance novels?"
"Why do you ask?" John asked.
"Because I think you like those trashy ones." Amara laughed. "I smell a bit of trashy romance novel in it."
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{I can't believe I'm doing this} Senator Kelly groaned to himself. He was dressed in a turkey costume. {Just to help a bunch of goofy kids} The bigot was in a turkey costume for a reason: He was with a bunch of kids, raising money for charity by doing a dance in turkey costumes. A small crowd had gathered. Until one woman started screaming.
"TURKEYS!!!!"
{What do you expect, lady? We're not wearing cowboy outfits here.} Kelly mentally grumbled as he danced. People screamed and ran away as the giant turkeys raced into town. "OH MY GOD!!!" The kids ran off, clad in their turkey costumes. Before Kelly ran, one of the turkeys laid eyes on Kelly and its eyes turned into hearts, like in a Japanese cartoon. "Oh no. OH NO!!!! WAHHHH!!!!!!! HELP ME!!! HEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kelly ran off, the amorous turkey after him. Kelly screamed and ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him. Until he tripped. "WHOAAAA OWWWWW!!!" Kelly struggled to get up, lying flat on his stomach. The love-struck turkey caught up with the hapless senator. "No! No! Stay back! Bad turkey! Stay back! OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Man, Kelly attracts the wrong people! (Kelly: Someone call the Special Victims Unit!) Anyway, what'll happen next? What'll the turkeys do? Who will save the day? What'll Cobra do about the turkeys? Will Kitty adopt the turkeys? (Turkeys: GOBBLE!!! (AW HECK NAW!!!)) Find out in the next exciting chapter!