Battle in Britain!
To Wizard1: Yeah, the Misfits repainted the van. Oh, the meeting between Dr. Evil's gang and Cobra will be interesting. I don't think Britain will be the same after Ace and the East Coast Misfits get done with it. WHERE'S CHAPTER THREE?!?!?!?!? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE PUT IT UP!!!!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING SOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE PUT IT UP!!!!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
To Metal Dragon1: I got that very same feeling. But then again, who wouldn't get that feeling when any bad guy tries to take on the Misfits?
To Red Witch: Hey there! I'm glad you liked the story so far! Here's some more madness for you, freshly written! Enjoy! BTW, Loved IHNP!!! Kyle found the Chakrams and he's slappin' them all over God's green earth. What colors will the van be painted? Let's find out! Are you going to be doing a second Misfit team like I did? Any info on what's next?
To Raliena: Yeah, lime green is not a very good color for any vehicle. Well, let's find out what colors the van will be painted!
To Aaron: I'm glad you liked Big Ben's reunion with the Joes and the meeting with the Misfits. For some warped, weird reason, I can imagine Wanda and Scott making bets over a slap-fight between their fathers. I don't think Dr. Evil's forces will stand up very well against the Misfits. Oh, Jake will get another chance to get his hands on Emma Frost again soon. Very soon.
To Sparky Genocide: Interesting ideas you have there. I'm glad you liked my profile of Leathersuit. You can probably guess why his real first name is Steve.
Anyway, here's one more Profile Time for you! This time, we look at the Malibu Joe codenamed Firestorm, a character given to me by Aaron:
Code Name: Firestorm
File Name: Burns, Charles
Rank: Sergeant
Hair: Red (In the beginnings of a mullet)
Eyes: Green
Affliation: Marines
Primary Military Specialty: Explosives Ordinance Disposal (EOD)
Secondary Military Specialty: Demolitions
Birthplace: St. Helens, Montana
Motto: "KABOOOOOMMMMM!!!! BLOWED UP REAL GOOD!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bio: Ever since he was a child, Firestorm has always had a fascination with explosions, flames, and going fast. When he gained a driver's license, he racked up a world's record for speed violations (He believes speed limits are Satan's work). He took a job at a fireworks factory, but he wanted to make HUGE explosions. In the military, he discovered his calling. He found he felt cleansed whenever he watched something explode. He became an expert on anything that ticked and went BOOM! In a jungle operation, he took in a Macaque monkey that he named Blast Radius, or BR for short. A very intelligent monkey, BR and Firestorm are inseparable, and they often work together to defuse bombs (On more than one occasion, Firestorm has been known to take the bombs home and detonate them near anything belonging to Malibu Joe 3rd-in-command Hardcase). He also enjoys setting the occasional fire.
Chapter 6: Can't We Bad Guys All Just Get Along?
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(The RAV Warehouse)
"Well, that was nice." Austin grinned, putting a paintbrush in a bucket of water. The gang had just repainted the Rolls-Royce Assault Van. It was now in some very odd psychedelic combination of military camouflage and flower- power designs.
"You do realize that somebody's gonna get really mad at us." Lila noted. Everyone looked at each other.
"Nah!!" They all said together.
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(Dr. Evil's Lair)
"MUAHA!!!!MUAHAHA!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!" Dr. Evil and his cronies did their evil laugh, except for Mini-Me, who was unable to talk, and Scott.
"WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?!?" Cobra Commander's image appeared on the screen, none too happy. "My Vipers captured two of your guards. You were after my van!" Cobra Commander snapped. Dr. Evil looked completely puzzled.
"That's Cobra Commander, moron! The other big terrorist leader in town!" Scott snapped at his confused father.
"I plan to ransom that van for........." He put his pinky to his lip. "ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!" Cobra Commander and the rest of his lieutenants burst out laughing.
"Oh please! We make a thousand times that..." Xamot laughed.
"Getting drunk!" Tomax chuckled.
"I can't believe it." Destro smirked triumphantly. "Another evil organization with a leader as dumb and incompetent as the commander. PAY UP DR. BRAINWAVE!!!!"
"THAT'S DR. MINDBENDER!!!" Dr. Mindbender snapped.
"That's the dumbest ransom I have ever seen!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"Like you could do better?" Dr. Evil snickered.
"I think I could!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"Don't go there, girlfriend! Mmm-hmm." Dr. Evil replied, making Scott snicker.
"Stop trying to be hip, micro-mind." Scott snickered. Fat Bastard grinned at the Baroness.
"Ah know you find meh sexy." He started swaying, making the Baroness wretch.
"Disgusting pig." She snarled.
"Oh Ah know you want mah sexy body." Fat Bastard grinned at the Baroness. Dr. Evil shook his head.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight."
"Someone shut him up!" Baroness yelled, pointing at the large Scotsman.
"You got a bunch of incompetents for generals! Not to mention you wear a completely dumb outfit!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"At least I don't look like a blueberry!" Dr. Evil snapped.
"What's with him?!" Scott pointed at Destro. "I've heard of Metalheads, but that's a bit much."
"And we all know that filly wants mah sexy body!" Fat Bastard crowed, pointing at the Baroness.
"YOU ARE A DISGUSTING BALL OF LARD!!!!" The Baroness screeched.
"MY EARS!!!" The Crimson Guard Twins screamed.
"You all look like a freakshow!" Dr. Evil snapped.
"You and your bunch are all morons!" Cobra Commander snapped back. It quickly degenerated into an argument between the evil groups. However, Destro and #2 were watching.
"Since you appear to be the only remotely sane person here, what are you up to?" Destro asked #2.
"Well, we heard the Rolls-Royce Assault Van has some advanced technology in it." #2 shrugged. "I guess we had the same idea: Get the van for its technology." Destro shrugged.
"Indeed." Destro agreed. "It will be interesting to see what kind of weapons systems the vehicle has, considering that I myself am a bit of an expert on weapons systems."
"Really?" #2 raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, my family's worked in weapons since the 18th Century." Destro nodded. "My family's company evolved from a naval gun factory to the world's largest manufacturer of state-of-the-art weapons."
"Why did you join up with these morons then?" #2 wondered, pointing at the other Cobras.
"They pay lots of cold, hard cash for my stuff." Destro replied coolly. "My best customers." #2 mouthed an "Ah."
"OH MY GOD!!!! YOU FAT PIG!!!! PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!!!" The Baroness screamed. Destro and #2 retched.
"Where did you find that fat blob?" Destro sneered.
"I didn't. The Doctor did." #2 grumbled. "Don't ask me. He doesn't tell me anything." Meanwhile, Zartan was watching the whole thing from Cobra's end.
"And they say the Dreadnoks are fools." He mocked in a high pitched voice, crossing his arms. He heard a scream, and saw Virus run by, mallet over his head.
"DIE TOAD DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE TOAD DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!" He screamed. Evidently, he was delusional. Zartan yelled into the hall.
"Ripper, I thought you took him to see the shrink!" He listened for a second to Ripper's response. "Oh, he convinced the shrink the Toad is evil." Zartan groaned. "Well, take him out back and shoot him or something! Sheesh!"
Well, Cobra and the Evil Organization are having communication problems! What madness will happen next? What'll the heroes do with the van now? Will they be able to protect it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
To Wizard1: Yeah, the Misfits repainted the van. Oh, the meeting between Dr. Evil's gang and Cobra will be interesting. I don't think Britain will be the same after Ace and the East Coast Misfits get done with it. WHERE'S CHAPTER THREE?!?!?!?!? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE PUT IT UP!!!!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING SOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE PUT IT UP!!!!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
To Metal Dragon1: I got that very same feeling. But then again, who wouldn't get that feeling when any bad guy tries to take on the Misfits?
To Red Witch: Hey there! I'm glad you liked the story so far! Here's some more madness for you, freshly written! Enjoy! BTW, Loved IHNP!!! Kyle found the Chakrams and he's slappin' them all over God's green earth. What colors will the van be painted? Let's find out! Are you going to be doing a second Misfit team like I did? Any info on what's next?
To Raliena: Yeah, lime green is not a very good color for any vehicle. Well, let's find out what colors the van will be painted!
To Aaron: I'm glad you liked Big Ben's reunion with the Joes and the meeting with the Misfits. For some warped, weird reason, I can imagine Wanda and Scott making bets over a slap-fight between their fathers. I don't think Dr. Evil's forces will stand up very well against the Misfits. Oh, Jake will get another chance to get his hands on Emma Frost again soon. Very soon.
To Sparky Genocide: Interesting ideas you have there. I'm glad you liked my profile of Leathersuit. You can probably guess why his real first name is Steve.
Anyway, here's one more Profile Time for you! This time, we look at the Malibu Joe codenamed Firestorm, a character given to me by Aaron:
Code Name: Firestorm
File Name: Burns, Charles
Rank: Sergeant
Hair: Red (In the beginnings of a mullet)
Eyes: Green
Affliation: Marines
Primary Military Specialty: Explosives Ordinance Disposal (EOD)
Secondary Military Specialty: Demolitions
Birthplace: St. Helens, Montana
Motto: "KABOOOOOMMMMM!!!! BLOWED UP REAL GOOD!!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bio: Ever since he was a child, Firestorm has always had a fascination with explosions, flames, and going fast. When he gained a driver's license, he racked up a world's record for speed violations (He believes speed limits are Satan's work). He took a job at a fireworks factory, but he wanted to make HUGE explosions. In the military, he discovered his calling. He found he felt cleansed whenever he watched something explode. He became an expert on anything that ticked and went BOOM! In a jungle operation, he took in a Macaque monkey that he named Blast Radius, or BR for short. A very intelligent monkey, BR and Firestorm are inseparable, and they often work together to defuse bombs (On more than one occasion, Firestorm has been known to take the bombs home and detonate them near anything belonging to Malibu Joe 3rd-in-command Hardcase). He also enjoys setting the occasional fire.
Chapter 6: Can't We Bad Guys All Just Get Along?
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(The RAV Warehouse)
"Well, that was nice." Austin grinned, putting a paintbrush in a bucket of water. The gang had just repainted the Rolls-Royce Assault Van. It was now in some very odd psychedelic combination of military camouflage and flower- power designs.
"You do realize that somebody's gonna get really mad at us." Lila noted. Everyone looked at each other.
"Nah!!" They all said together.
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(Dr. Evil's Lair)
"MUAHA!!!!MUAHAHA!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!" Dr. Evil and his cronies did their evil laugh, except for Mini-Me, who was unable to talk, and Scott.
"WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?!?" Cobra Commander's image appeared on the screen, none too happy. "My Vipers captured two of your guards. You were after my van!" Cobra Commander snapped. Dr. Evil looked completely puzzled.
"That's Cobra Commander, moron! The other big terrorist leader in town!" Scott snapped at his confused father.
"I plan to ransom that van for........." He put his pinky to his lip. "ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!" Cobra Commander and the rest of his lieutenants burst out laughing.
"Oh please! We make a thousand times that..." Xamot laughed.
"Getting drunk!" Tomax chuckled.
"I can't believe it." Destro smirked triumphantly. "Another evil organization with a leader as dumb and incompetent as the commander. PAY UP DR. BRAINWAVE!!!!"
"THAT'S DR. MINDBENDER!!!" Dr. Mindbender snapped.
"That's the dumbest ransom I have ever seen!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"Like you could do better?" Dr. Evil snickered.
"I think I could!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"Don't go there, girlfriend! Mmm-hmm." Dr. Evil replied, making Scott snicker.
"Stop trying to be hip, micro-mind." Scott snickered. Fat Bastard grinned at the Baroness.
"Ah know you find meh sexy." He started swaying, making the Baroness wretch.
"Disgusting pig." She snarled.
"Oh Ah know you want mah sexy body." Fat Bastard grinned at the Baroness. Dr. Evil shook his head.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight."
"Someone shut him up!" Baroness yelled, pointing at the large Scotsman.
"You got a bunch of incompetents for generals! Not to mention you wear a completely dumb outfit!" Cobra Commander laughed.
"At least I don't look like a blueberry!" Dr. Evil snapped.
"What's with him?!" Scott pointed at Destro. "I've heard of Metalheads, but that's a bit much."
"And we all know that filly wants mah sexy body!" Fat Bastard crowed, pointing at the Baroness.
"YOU ARE A DISGUSTING BALL OF LARD!!!!" The Baroness screeched.
"MY EARS!!!" The Crimson Guard Twins screamed.
"You all look like a freakshow!" Dr. Evil snapped.
"You and your bunch are all morons!" Cobra Commander snapped back. It quickly degenerated into an argument between the evil groups. However, Destro and #2 were watching.
"Since you appear to be the only remotely sane person here, what are you up to?" Destro asked #2.
"Well, we heard the Rolls-Royce Assault Van has some advanced technology in it." #2 shrugged. "I guess we had the same idea: Get the van for its technology." Destro shrugged.
"Indeed." Destro agreed. "It will be interesting to see what kind of weapons systems the vehicle has, considering that I myself am a bit of an expert on weapons systems."
"Really?" #2 raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, my family's worked in weapons since the 18th Century." Destro nodded. "My family's company evolved from a naval gun factory to the world's largest manufacturer of state-of-the-art weapons."
"Why did you join up with these morons then?" #2 wondered, pointing at the other Cobras.
"They pay lots of cold, hard cash for my stuff." Destro replied coolly. "My best customers." #2 mouthed an "Ah."
"OH MY GOD!!!! YOU FAT PIG!!!! PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!!!" The Baroness screamed. Destro and #2 retched.
"Where did you find that fat blob?" Destro sneered.
"I didn't. The Doctor did." #2 grumbled. "Don't ask me. He doesn't tell me anything." Meanwhile, Zartan was watching the whole thing from Cobra's end.
"And they say the Dreadnoks are fools." He mocked in a high pitched voice, crossing his arms. He heard a scream, and saw Virus run by, mallet over his head.
"DIE TOAD DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE TOAD DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!" He screamed. Evidently, he was delusional. Zartan yelled into the hall.
"Ripper, I thought you took him to see the shrink!" He listened for a second to Ripper's response. "Oh, he convinced the shrink the Toad is evil." Zartan groaned. "Well, take him out back and shoot him or something! Sheesh!"
Well, Cobra and the Evil Organization are having communication problems! What madness will happen next? What'll the heroes do with the van now? Will they be able to protect it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!