Hawaiian Havoc!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics and Sunbow Entertainment except for any characters I create.

Author's Note: Hello, Misfit Fans! L1701E here! I thought since the West Coast Misfits were enjoying the summer, I thought it'd be appropriate for the original gang, the East Coast Guys, to have their own summer fic! So enjoy the insanity!

It's Profile Time Again! Crowd hoots, hollers, claps, chants, screams, and yells This time, we take a quick look at the leader of the New Mutants, Cannonball!

Cannonball

Real Name: Samuel Zachary Guthrie

Class: Mutant

Affiliation: New Mutants (leader)

Birthplace: Kentucky

Powers: Cannonball has the power to generate a thermo-nuclear reaction under his feet that causes him to fly through the air like a rocket. He also generates a "blast field" that makes him practically invulnerable in flight.

Bio: Cannonball is the eldest child in a huge family from Kentucky. His mutant powers manifested when he tried to rescue a bunch of his fellow mine workers from a cave-in.   

Not much is known about the events leading up to his becoming a New Mutant, but he eventually became leader of the New Mutants. He also became the object of affection for the mutant teleporter Lila Cheney who became a member of the East Coast Misfit team.

Recently, Cannonball's younger sister Paige joined the X-Men as Husk for her power to turn her skin into any material. Paige fell under the Starr charms, developing a crush on the feral rock musician/West Coast Misfit Ace Starr, codename Wildstar.

Chapter 1: Cruise Control, Part 1!

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(A cruise ship)

"Ahhhh…" Scott Summers sighed happily, a smile crossed his face. He was sitting across from Jean Grey in the dining room of a fancy cruise ship. "This is great, Jean. You and me, and no Misfits."

"Yeah." Jean smiled happily. Suddenly, the two noticed a horde of screaming girls run by. "What?"

"Oh don't let it be…" Scott turned around. "Oh no." The screaming girls gathered around a table. When the two could see the occupants, Scott banged his head against the table. Sitting there were Lance Alvers, Paul Starr, Craig Starr, and St. John Allerdyce, four of the East Coast Misfits codenamed Avalanche, Starchild, Darkstar, and Pyro, and also four of the five members of the all-mutant glam-metal band the Superstars. Jean's eyes lit up at the sight Starchild, the Superstars' lead singer and one of their guitarists. The four rockers were signing autographs for fans. Even Craig was getting into the act.

"BABY!!!!!!" Jean squealed. "Oh, I gotta get my autograph book!" Jean ran to her cabin.

"She sees Paul every day! Why would OH FORGET IT!!! I!! HATE!! THAT!!! STARCHILD!!!" Scott yelled as he banged his head on the table. The four Misfits saw him!

"Hey Scott!" Paul waved with a smile. "Fancy meeting you here!" He laughed, impersonating legendary comedian Groucho Marx.

"What's the matter, Sumner? Girl Trouble?" Lance laughed. He and Craig high-fived. John cackled. The Superstars' insane Aussie drummer ran up to Scott, sat in Jean's seat, and put his face very close to Scott's, wearing his maniacal grin.

"I set your cabin on fire." He whispered like a crazy man. Scott blinked.

"I hate you. Get away from me, you psycho dolt." He turned to Lance. "Hey Alvers, where's the other member of your stupid band?"

"Lila's around." Craig shrugged. He heard a Kentucky-accented scream. "Oh, here she comes." Sam ran through the room, causing some people to scream.

"Get away from me, you crazy coon!" Sam Guthrie, clad in a pair of blue-and-black baggy swim trunks, screamed. A laughing and squealing Lila Cheney chased after him, clad in a black bikini.

"Come to mama, baby! C'mere and gimme some lovin', you Kentucky cutie!" Lila squealed and laughed as she chased Sam.

"Oh God." Scott moaned. "I'm being punished, aren't I?"

"Yes." Pietro said with a grin. "And I shall continue until you remove that stick from your butt."

"You're not God, Pietro." Lance groaned.

"Are you sure?" Pietro wiggled his eyebrows.

"No, you are Pietro Maximoff, a Misfit. You're an egomaniac…" Lance explained.

"Craig, I am straight!" Pietro snapped at Darkstar. "I have a girlfriend, you know."

"BABY!!!!!!" A British-accented voice squealed, and Betsy tackled Pietro.

"Paul's not the only one who can get chicks." Pietro grinned. Paul chuckled.

"Yeah." Paul beamed. Pietro groaned. How the heck can he make the Starchild jealous when the oblivious LA native tends to take some insults as compliments.

"What are you morons doing here?" Scott snarled. He and the other X-Men were enjoying a nice cruise and the Misfits show up. Perfect.

"We're on a mission." Lance smirked.

"What, Operation Drive Me Nuts?" Scott asked. "Because you clowns accomplished it!"

"No, moron! In case you haven't heard, there's a famous bachelor on this ship. There's a possibility Cobra may be after him because he's very rich."

"And he's got a sweet car." Pyro grinned. "I set it on fire."

"He likes fire." Craig shrugged. "I'm gonna go up to the deck before I get seasick." Craig grumbled as he got up.

Give Wanda a big kiss. Paul teased telepathically.

Oh shut up, Starchild. Craig grumbled back.

"Hey Scotty, where's Amara?" Paul wondered.

"She's not feeling good. She gets sick when away from land for too long. She's resting until we get to Hawaii. Don't disturb her Starchild." Scott warned.

"Oh my." Paul blinked. "I'd better check on her. I got something that might make her feel a little better." Paul ran off.

"I hope she roasts him." Scott grumbled. "AAAAGH!!! ALLERDYCE!!!" Scott screamed, patting his flaming butt.

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(Somewhere else on the boat)

Paul knocked on Amara's cabin door, carrying an object.

"Hello? Amara? May I come in?" Paul asked.

"Come in." A weak voice replied. Paul smiled and walked in quietly. Amara laid in her bed, a little weak. "Hi Paul."

"Hey." Starchild smiled. "I heard you don't like water."

"I get weak when off land for too long." Amara replied. "Part of my powers, you know."

"Maybe this will help." Paul said, revealing his object. It was a flowerpot full of soil. Amara blinked in confusion. "I figured since your powers connected you to the earth, maybe if I brought some, it'd help you feel a little better." Paul gently put Amara's hand on the soil. Amara seemed to brighten a little bit.

"Wow. I do feel a little better now. Thank you Paul. You're a sweetheart." She gave Paul a little kiss on the cheek.

"I'll leave you to rest now." The heart-stealing rocker bowed and got ready to leave.

"Could you get me some ice cream, Paul? Please?" The Nova Roman princess asked cutely. Paul laughed.

"Okay, princess." Starchild grinned. "I'll see what they got." Starchild left the royal to rest. "Hope they got chocolate."

Well, a new adventure has just begun? Who is this rich dude the Misfits have to protect and why? Will Lila catch Sam? What else will Pyro? Will Craig beat anyone up? Who else showed up? Will I stop asking these stupid questions? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!