Hawaiian Havoc!

To Red Witch: Glad you're back! I'm glad you liked seeing Scott cross-dress. I'll have more soon.

To Raliena: Glad you liked Scott as Leia. Yeah, Scott never was quite normal. I haven't seen the Scooby Doo movie for a while. Hmmm, Scott hallucinate as himself as Lance sees him…Sounds intriguing.

To Wizard1: When does the new chapter of 'Karaoke Dance Party' come up? I can't wait for more, man! Where are you?!

It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, chants, screams, and claps. Some people hold up signs). We continue on our Dreadnok theme with the First Lady of the Dreadnoks, Zarana! (Zarana: Oh, I like that nickname!)

Zarana

Real Name: Unknown

Class: Mutant

Cobra Function: Assassin and Infiltrator

Bio: Like her two brothers, Zarana has the mutant ability to change her skin color to make herself invisible. Zarana is a master of disguise and makeup. However, unlike Zartan, who concentrates on making a disguise physically complete, Zarana likes to take a method actor's approach: She likes to become the character she plays.

Intelligent and cunning, Zarana also bring a level of ambitiousness to the Dreadnoks, having a slight craving for power. Despite her greed, cruel nature and selfishness, Zarana actually has a bit of a good heart hidden. During a mission to spy on the Joes, she posed as an officer and fell in love with the Joe codenamed Mainframe. As a result, her loyalties are torn. As far as anyone knows, only Mainframe and Zanya, Zarana's niece, have ever seen a kinder side of Zarana's personality. She has a very antagonistic relationship with the Baroness.

Author's Note: L1701E here! I actually finished ths chapter yesterday, but I wasn't able to post it yesterday due to site problems. And this morning, I could not upload it because I was gone all day at the Bronx Zoo! And I just came back a couple hours ago! Hope you enjoy your belated dose of insanity!

Chapter 12: Still More Random Madness!

In town in Bayville

"How could you lose him?!" Lance roared, grabbing Foxfire and shaking him hard.

"Hey, watch it!" Fox snapped, breaking himself free. "You'll make me drop the camera. Worse, you'll ruin my hair!"

"Who cares about your freakin' hair?!" Lance snapped.

"Hang on." Fox put the camera on the bench next to Spyder. "Don't want that camera to get damaged. Okay, we can continue. I care about my hair! I get up at five in the morning to make sure it's all in place! I don't appreciate it when people knock it out of place!"

"Anyway, we have a freaking gold mine in blackmail material against Scott and you let him walk away! That's more important than your stupid hair!"

"It wasn't my fault! I had no idea he'd wander into that crowd!" Fox snapped back. "He disappeared!" Spyder watched the argument while sitting on the bench, sipping some juice from a box. Her head moved back and forth as Lance and Fox talked.

"He was dressed up like Princess Leia! He'd stick out like a sore thumb! You have to be a real knucklehead to lose him dressed like that!" Lance yelled.

"Some sore thumb!" Fox yelled back. As Fox and Lance argued, Spyder noticed Scott standing on a street corner, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was dressed like the stereotypical nerd: Jeans that were pulled way too high up, rainbow-colored suspenders, a button-up white t-shirt with a red bowtie, a pocket protector, and his face was showing buck teeth.

Holy Revenge of the Nerds! Spyder thought. She then shook her head. I have got to stop hanging around the Starchild. I'm starting to do those movie exclamations like him! "Um, guys…" She noticed Foxfire and Avalanche squabbling. "Guys…" They continued squabbling. "GUYS!" She got up, leapt into the air, and clonked their heads together.

"OW!"

"SPYDER!! What was THAT for?!" Lance yelled, holding his head. "I get enough headaches as it is without you knocking more into me!"

"Watch the hair!" Fox exclaimed.

"Hey Larry, Curly, look at that!" Spyder pointed at Scott. Lance and Fox grinned as they saw the nerdified Scott.

"Well, what do you know! That's exactly how I've always seen him." Lance laughed. "Just a dumb nerd."

"Here." Spyder handed Lance the camera.

"Hey Fox, you don't mind if I film this personally, do you?" Lance laughed. Fox smirked.

"But of course, my friend." Fox grinned.

"Duhhhhhhhhh…" Scott mumbled.

On the beach

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shipwreck, dressed like Julius Caesar, rode down the beach in a motorized scooter! "Hear ye, people of Rome! Your king has returned home from fighting in Gaul! (A/N: 'Gaul' is an ancient name for France) The crazed Navy man was being pursued by a horde of women carrying pickaxes, pitchforks, and torches. They were led by a flying Storm, dressed in the regal robes of an English queen.

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!" She cried in an English accent as she flew down, the horde of angry women chasing after him.

On the beach, up ahead

"Ahhh…" Duncan Matthews smiled as he laid back on the lawn chair. He was enjoying the beach. "Now this is the life. Sun, sand, hot women, and best of all…no stinking mutants to wreak their maniacal agenda…" He started to fall asleep. "Yeah…destroy them all…string 'em up…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…" He snoozed on the lawn chair when Shipwreck drove by on the scooter. He quickly placed his regular uniform on top of Duncan's sleeping form: A white sailor's cap, light blue shirt, and black pants. He also put a picture of himself on Duncan's face, then drove off. A couple minutes later, the Storm-led horde of angry women raced by, and turned when they saw Duncan badly disguised as Shipwreck. They raced towards him.

"What?" Duncan awoke and took the picture off his face and saw the women bear down on him. "OH NO!!!! HELP ME!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! HELP!!!! SOMEBODY! HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!! AAGH!!!! MOMMY!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!!! OW!! OUCH!!! AUGH!!!

"Off with his head!" Ororo ordered in an English accent angrily, causing lightning to come down on Duncan.

"OH MY GOD!!!! OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!! HELP ME!!!! THAT HURTS!!!! SAVE ME!!!! HELP ME!!!!" Duncan continued screaming as the horde beat the football player senseless. "OH SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!!! WHY WON'T SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!! HELP ME!!!! OW THAT HURTS!!!! OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OWIE!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!! THAT HURTS!!! STOP IT PLEASE!!! OWIE!!!"

Well, looks like things are getting crazier and crazier! What insanity will happen next? Who will Scott think he is next? Will Duncan get beaten more? Will the Misfits accomplish their mission? Where the heck is Zanya? How many subplots does this story need? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!