Welcome to Malibu Base!
To Dylan Wiles: Well, the West Coast Misfits consist of Evo-tized versions of X-Men characters that have yet to make appearances in Evolution and original characters.
To Wizard1: Oh, Kicker will give Surf Master a free butt-whooping. Please post that sequel! Let's say Gonzalez's cousin will give a Misfit some competition. Poor Dazzler, her powers seem useless right now. However, I bet both you and I know what she'll be able to do if she lets her power develop...By the way, did you give any thought to that suggestion I made for Ace to sing in a bonus scene or something? And as for Trojan's codename, I was just in a rut for codenames and it was the first military- themed codename to pop into my head. Also, I remembered the review for one story you did about the X-Men having Blue and Gold teams. I would, but I have no idea who was in which team in the comics.
To Red Witch: How can someone as smart as the Surf Master do something as dumb as kidnap Kicker? Easy, he's insane! (Quick-Kick: HE'S A DEAD MAN, THAT'S WHAT HE IS!!!)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!!!!
Chapter 7: Insane Intermission!
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(Malibu)
"Ow!! Ow!!! OWWW!!!! STOP THAT!!! THAT HURTS!!!" Surf Master screamed. He held the blond Malibu Joe codenamed Kicker over his shoulder. The ninja kicked, screamed, and hit him.
"Let me go, you jerk!" Kicker screamed. "You psycho! Put me down this instant before I tear your limbs off and feed 'em to you!"
"Man Pamela, you're even feistier than I heard! No wonder Kid Rock loves ya!" Surf Master giggled insanely.
{This idiot thinks I'm Pamela Lee! Huh. Don't hear that every day.} Kicker realized.
"Ahhh, I loved ya ever since I first saw ya in Playboy magazine!" Surf Master sighed happily. He then started rambling, ignoring Kicker's screams, yells, and the pain he was getting from her hitting him. With a growl, she bit him in the ear.
"Take that!"
"OWWWWWW!!!!! That hurt! But it felt kinda good." Surf Master giggled insanely as he landed on top of a skyscraper. Using some duct tape he kept on his board, the insane inventor tied the martial artist to a radio tower on top of the building. "I'll come back for you later, Pammy honey. But now, I must have my revenge on Stark Industries. NO ONE FIRES ME!!!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" He leapt on his board and flew off.
"HEY!!! YOU JERK!!! WHEN EITHER I OR MY BOYFRIEND GETS OUR HANDS ON YOU, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!!!!" Kicker screamed.
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(Malibu High Gym)
"Start talking jabroni, or the Thunderbolt will slap the taste outta your mouth!" Kyle snapped at Jack Trent. Sunfire slapped the electrokinetic upside the head.
"You are an idiot." Toshi hissed as he dragged a struggling Kyle away.
"What do ye know about the Surf Master?" Theresa asked the ponytailed man.
"Well, I was a classmate of his in high school." Jack explained. "I used to tease him. He was a big science fan. Real genius. Claimed to have invented a cold fusion engine. A friend of mine went to college with him. In college, he got teased and abused mercilessly. He developed some kind of freaky obsession with Pamela Anderson. And the teasing was even more merciless." Jack sighed. "From what I heard, he did get a good job at Stark, but he got no respect from his fellow employees. He was fired because of company downsizing."
"The final straw for his mind." Thunderbird nodded.
"He went nuts and now he wants revenge." Wolfsbane groaned. "Another mad villain."
"And I thought the only psychos I would ever see in my life would be at the base." X23 sighed.
"And he's got Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll grumbled. He activated his com device. "Rock 'n' Roll to Malibu Base."
"This is Dial-Up. Come in, Rock 'n' Roll." A feminine voice, with a bit of a Japanese accent, responded from the device.
"We engaged the Surf Master. We were subdued, and he has kidnapped Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll said. "We need advisement."
"I shall reach Trojan at once." Dial-Up responded, then cut the line. Sunfire let a small smile form on his masked face. He seemed kind of appreciative of the fact there was a Japanese person among the Malibu Joes. "Here he is."
"What happened out there?!?!" Trojan snapped.
"We failed. Surf Master got away, and he has Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll sighed.
"Darn it!" Trojan grumbled. "Well, do you have any idea where he could have gone next?"
"He may be heading towards the local Stark Industries building." Siryn offered.
"I want you kids to head to that area and try to intercept the Surf Master. Try to get Kicker's location!" Trojan ordered. "I'll send you some backup!"
"Okay!" Siryn replied. "We're on our way!"
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(Malibu Base, Communications Room)
Trojan cut off the link. Sitting next to him in a swivel chair was a pretty Japanese woman with her long black hair pulled into a bun, and clad in a Navy uniform. Trojan turned to her.
"Dial-Up, I'm worried about Kicker." He said. The Malibu Joe communications officer nodded.
"So am I." She said with some worry. "But she can take care of herself. Shall I ask for Quick-Kick? He would be concerned."
"Send for him. Also get Jester and Firestorm out here." Trojan ordered. He heard a laughing voice walk into the room. It belonged to a young Caucasian man with short black hair, and clad in a flight suit. In the Air Force, he was known as Lieutenant Jerry Mahoney. As a Malibu Joe, he was given the codename Jester because of his fun attitude and love of pranking. With him was a slightly older man clad in a red-and-orange uniform, with his red hair in the beginnings of a mullet, and a Macaque monkey named Blast Radius, or BR for short, perched on his shoulder. He was Sergeant Charlie Burns from the Marines, but he was recruited to the Malibu Joes with the codename Firestorm due to his expertise in high explosives. "Never mind. Just get Quick-Kick."
"JESTER, WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" Hardcase's roar could be heard from across the base. "HE STOLE MY CLOTHES!!!" Jester laughed harder at that.
"Oh man, looks like Hardcase's trying streaking!" Jester laughed even harder.
"Man Jester, you really love pranking Hardcase." Firestorm noted. BR fell asleep.
"I can't help it. He's so easy and so much fun to prank." Jester snickered.
"JESTER, GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES!!! THE WOMEN ARE TRYING TO TAKE PICTURES HERE!!!! HEY!!!!! PUT THAT CAMERA DOWN!!!!"
"Jester, where'd you hide his clothes so he'll shut up?" Trojan groaned.
"That's for me to know." Jester snickered.
"Anyway, I got a job for you two. You and Quick-Kick are going to aid Rock 'n' Roll and the West Coast Misfits find and stop the Surf Master." Trojan said.
"I'M GOING TO KILL THE SURF MASTER!!!!" The voice of Quick-Kick roared.
"And hopefully prevent him from going on a rampage." Trojan added with a sigh. Dial-Up snickered.
"I love this base." Dial-Up snickered.
Well, looks like Round Two is on its way! Can the Malibu Joes and the West Coast Misfits stop the Surf Master? Will they be able to find Kicker? Find out in the next exciting chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
To Dylan Wiles: Well, the West Coast Misfits consist of Evo-tized versions of X-Men characters that have yet to make appearances in Evolution and original characters.
To Wizard1: Oh, Kicker will give Surf Master a free butt-whooping. Please post that sequel! Let's say Gonzalez's cousin will give a Misfit some competition. Poor Dazzler, her powers seem useless right now. However, I bet both you and I know what she'll be able to do if she lets her power develop...By the way, did you give any thought to that suggestion I made for Ace to sing in a bonus scene or something? And as for Trojan's codename, I was just in a rut for codenames and it was the first military- themed codename to pop into my head. Also, I remembered the review for one story you did about the X-Men having Blue and Gold teams. I would, but I have no idea who was in which team in the comics.
To Red Witch: How can someone as smart as the Surf Master do something as dumb as kidnap Kicker? Easy, he's insane! (Quick-Kick: HE'S A DEAD MAN, THAT'S WHAT HE IS!!!)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!!!!
Chapter 7: Insane Intermission!
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(Malibu)
"Ow!! Ow!!! OWWW!!!! STOP THAT!!! THAT HURTS!!!" Surf Master screamed. He held the blond Malibu Joe codenamed Kicker over his shoulder. The ninja kicked, screamed, and hit him.
"Let me go, you jerk!" Kicker screamed. "You psycho! Put me down this instant before I tear your limbs off and feed 'em to you!"
"Man Pamela, you're even feistier than I heard! No wonder Kid Rock loves ya!" Surf Master giggled insanely.
{This idiot thinks I'm Pamela Lee! Huh. Don't hear that every day.} Kicker realized.
"Ahhh, I loved ya ever since I first saw ya in Playboy magazine!" Surf Master sighed happily. He then started rambling, ignoring Kicker's screams, yells, and the pain he was getting from her hitting him. With a growl, she bit him in the ear.
"Take that!"
"OWWWWWW!!!!! That hurt! But it felt kinda good." Surf Master giggled insanely as he landed on top of a skyscraper. Using some duct tape he kept on his board, the insane inventor tied the martial artist to a radio tower on top of the building. "I'll come back for you later, Pammy honey. But now, I must have my revenge on Stark Industries. NO ONE FIRES ME!!!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" He leapt on his board and flew off.
"HEY!!! YOU JERK!!! WHEN EITHER I OR MY BOYFRIEND GETS OUR HANDS ON YOU, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!!!!" Kicker screamed.
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(Malibu High Gym)
"Start talking jabroni, or the Thunderbolt will slap the taste outta your mouth!" Kyle snapped at Jack Trent. Sunfire slapped the electrokinetic upside the head.
"You are an idiot." Toshi hissed as he dragged a struggling Kyle away.
"What do ye know about the Surf Master?" Theresa asked the ponytailed man.
"Well, I was a classmate of his in high school." Jack explained. "I used to tease him. He was a big science fan. Real genius. Claimed to have invented a cold fusion engine. A friend of mine went to college with him. In college, he got teased and abused mercilessly. He developed some kind of freaky obsession with Pamela Anderson. And the teasing was even more merciless." Jack sighed. "From what I heard, he did get a good job at Stark, but he got no respect from his fellow employees. He was fired because of company downsizing."
"The final straw for his mind." Thunderbird nodded.
"He went nuts and now he wants revenge." Wolfsbane groaned. "Another mad villain."
"And I thought the only psychos I would ever see in my life would be at the base." X23 sighed.
"And he's got Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll grumbled. He activated his com device. "Rock 'n' Roll to Malibu Base."
"This is Dial-Up. Come in, Rock 'n' Roll." A feminine voice, with a bit of a Japanese accent, responded from the device.
"We engaged the Surf Master. We were subdued, and he has kidnapped Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll said. "We need advisement."
"I shall reach Trojan at once." Dial-Up responded, then cut the line. Sunfire let a small smile form on his masked face. He seemed kind of appreciative of the fact there was a Japanese person among the Malibu Joes. "Here he is."
"What happened out there?!?!" Trojan snapped.
"We failed. Surf Master got away, and he has Kicker." Rock 'n' Roll sighed.
"Darn it!" Trojan grumbled. "Well, do you have any idea where he could have gone next?"
"He may be heading towards the local Stark Industries building." Siryn offered.
"I want you kids to head to that area and try to intercept the Surf Master. Try to get Kicker's location!" Trojan ordered. "I'll send you some backup!"
"Okay!" Siryn replied. "We're on our way!"
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(Malibu Base, Communications Room)
Trojan cut off the link. Sitting next to him in a swivel chair was a pretty Japanese woman with her long black hair pulled into a bun, and clad in a Navy uniform. Trojan turned to her.
"Dial-Up, I'm worried about Kicker." He said. The Malibu Joe communications officer nodded.
"So am I." She said with some worry. "But she can take care of herself. Shall I ask for Quick-Kick? He would be concerned."
"Send for him. Also get Jester and Firestorm out here." Trojan ordered. He heard a laughing voice walk into the room. It belonged to a young Caucasian man with short black hair, and clad in a flight suit. In the Air Force, he was known as Lieutenant Jerry Mahoney. As a Malibu Joe, he was given the codename Jester because of his fun attitude and love of pranking. With him was a slightly older man clad in a red-and-orange uniform, with his red hair in the beginnings of a mullet, and a Macaque monkey named Blast Radius, or BR for short, perched on his shoulder. He was Sergeant Charlie Burns from the Marines, but he was recruited to the Malibu Joes with the codename Firestorm due to his expertise in high explosives. "Never mind. Just get Quick-Kick."
"JESTER, WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" Hardcase's roar could be heard from across the base. "HE STOLE MY CLOTHES!!!" Jester laughed harder at that.
"Oh man, looks like Hardcase's trying streaking!" Jester laughed even harder.
"Man Jester, you really love pranking Hardcase." Firestorm noted. BR fell asleep.
"I can't help it. He's so easy and so much fun to prank." Jester snickered.
"JESTER, GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES!!! THE WOMEN ARE TRYING TO TAKE PICTURES HERE!!!! HEY!!!!! PUT THAT CAMERA DOWN!!!!"
"Jester, where'd you hide his clothes so he'll shut up?" Trojan groaned.
"That's for me to know." Jester snickered.
"Anyway, I got a job for you two. You and Quick-Kick are going to aid Rock 'n' Roll and the West Coast Misfits find and stop the Surf Master." Trojan said.
"I'M GOING TO KILL THE SURF MASTER!!!!" The voice of Quick-Kick roared.
"And hopefully prevent him from going on a rampage." Trojan added with a sigh. Dial-Up snickered.
"I love this base." Dial-Up snickered.
Well, looks like Round Two is on its way! Can the Malibu Joes and the West Coast Misfits stop the Surf Master? Will they be able to find Kicker? Find out in the next exciting chapter! Suggestions needed badly!