Mad Malibu Summer!
To Sparky Genocide: Glad you liked the whole Dreadnoks getting into the band thing. I thought it'd be a funny idea for some Zartan torture.
To Red Witch: Read the new chapters of "Sleepover of Doom" and loved them! Kid Razor is laughing is head off at Jubilee as a Sailor Scout. Here's some more insanity for you! Enjoy!
To Metal Dragon1: The whole thing with the girls is just for comedic value, like allowing Logan to get drunk in a couple chapters of "Take the Long Way Home". Technically, Logan's healing factor prevents him from preventing intoxicated. What makes you say that Ace likes X? Anyway, here's the new chapter! I hope you can get a new chapter of "Take the Long Way Home" up before your trip!
To Wizard1: Yes, it will be interesting. Yeah, I can imagine Dr. Rosenburg and Virus having something in common. I think a lot of my reviews are getting eaten. When does the new chapter of "Karaoke Dance Party" come up? I want to read it!
It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, screams, chants, and claps. Some hold up signs) This time, we look at a Cobra who likes to start things off with a BANG, Metal Head!
Metal Head
Real Name: Stuart A. Finlay
Function: Anti-tank Specialist, Hockey Fight Analyst
Birthplace: Annapolis, Maryland
Bio: Metal Head is a walking, talking, breathing tank-breaker. Not much is known about his early life before joining Cobra.
His primary weapon is a missile-launching backpack complete with hip-mounted swiveling holster tubes. The blast suit he wears includes a built-in laser-guided targeting computer. It's linked with his range-finder goggles and has a voice activation feature. The code word is "Bang". The system is devastatingly accurate. He's also a suspected member of the secretive martial arts clan known as Susu-Gar. No one is sure if his machinery has been modified by the mutant Dreadnok known as Virus.
Metal Head is obsessed with battle, always ready and thinking of little else. The joy he displays in combat often causes both ally and enemy alike to question his sanity. He acts more like a Dreadnok than a Cobra member. As a result, he is known to hang out with the Dreadnoks a lot.
In his spare time, Metal Head is a skier. He skis with the jet set in New Hampshire, where he's regarded as a world-class jerk, known for shooting at chair lifts and cutting off other skiers for a start.
Chapter 19: Another Wacky Battle!
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(The beach of Malibu)
"Okay West Coast Misfits, be careful. We don't want to hurt anybody." Siryn said simply. The hypnotized teenagers advanced towards the heroes.
"No problem, yo!" Terrell called upon his aerokinetic powers to create a gust of wind to blow them down.
"Lightning Card!" A French-accented voice called. A blast of lightning knocked back the speedster.
"Uh oh…" Tommy saw Tarot standing near them, holding one of her cards in the air.
"Marie, it's me!" Ace waved his arms. "Tarot, it's me!"
"Rope Card!"
"Agh!" Ace got tied up with rope that suddenly appeared around him.
"What?! That makes no sense!" Jack exclaimed. "Doesn't Tarot turn harmless around Ace?"
"Yeah…" Rictor reasoned. "Tarot would never attack Ace…at least, not willingly."
"She must be under some kind of mental control!" Siryn realized. "That was the plan all along! Oh, why did I not see it?!"
"Um, kids…Roulette also appears at have been victimized." Dial-Up said. Jenny Stavros also faced the kids, black hex spheres in her hands.
"Uh oh…the black ones are bad luck!" Ace warned as he used his strength and claw lasers to break himself free. "If they even glance you, they can cause bad luck. The black cat effect, it's called. Roulette knows about that, so she doesn't need to worry about perfectly hitting her target, as long as it glances close enough."
"So, we have to find a way to disable those two Hellions." Rahne reasoned.
"Ooh, my head." Terrell moaned as he got up. "That's the second time I got knocked on my butt."
"Okay guys…get ready…" Theresa said. The West Coast Misfits tensed. They heard a couple vehicles screech to a stop. "What?" She saw pies hit the two Hellions. "What the--?" Siryn noticed General Whithalf and Jester run up to the kids, pies in hand. They also noticed a pie truck.
"Hang on Siryn! We got pies! YO JOE!!!" Whithalf cackled madly as he pelted some kids with pies.
"Man, I love being a Joe!" Jester laughed.
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(Malibu Base)
"Stupid razzum frazzum…" Hardcase growled as he tried to start his jeep. "Of all the stupid…grrrrrrr…JESTER!!!!!"
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(Back at the beach)
"YO JOE!!!" Footloose, Mayday, and Fusebox drove in, using jeeps specially modified with self-loading pie-throwing catapults. (A/N: C'mon people, these are the Joes we're talking about here!)
"Footloose! Mayday! Fusebox! What's all this?!" Tommy asked.
"Jester's plan." Mayday laughed. "A non-lethal and funny way to take opponents down."
"What surprises me was that Ol' Whithalf approved it. But then again, this is General Whithalf we're talking about." Fusebox rolled his eyes. He took off his yellow hard hat and wiped some sweat off his brow. Man, I'm still not used to this California heat! I miss the ol' Seattle weather. You never needed air conditioning up there. But then again, I don't have to worry about stocking up on umbrellas here, heh heh heh.
"Let's rock 'n' roll!" Ace howled happily. He saw the Dreadnoks on stage.
"Uh oh." The Dreadnoks blinked.
"Hey Dreadnoks! C'mere! I wanna talk to you guys!" Ace leapt like a jungle cat. He started bouncing on the victims' heads to get to the bikers, avoiding their reaching hands. "Whoa! Sorry! Excuse me! Pardon me! Hey! Watch those hands! Yipe! Excuse me! Whoa! Hey! Dude! Awesome! You like Halen?"
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Theresa used a sonic wail to take down Roulette while Rahne and Tommy tried to engage Tarot. It wasn't easy because she was a talented fighter.
"Ow! How'd she bloody do that?!" Tommy snapped as Tarot nailed him with a kick to the face despite the fact he had gripped her in a bearhug from behind.
"I got her! POW!!!" Rictor nailed her with a sonic punch.
"And here's the icing on the cake!" Terrell made Tarot spin around and around very fast until she fell over. "About time I get a break today!"
"Uhh…what happened?" Monet and Sharon moaned as they got to their feet.
"And how are we supposed to deal with all this?" Zarana asked. "I'm no fool, Zartan! I know when I'm out-bloody-matched!"
"Not yet." Virus grinned maliciously. He pressed a button on the soundboard.
Uh oh! Looks like the insanity isn't quite over yet! What madness will happen next? What other surprise has Virus hidden up his sleeve? Can the West Coast Misfits and Malibu Joes handle it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!