Circus Craziness!
Hey folks! L1701E here, and another big hello for the Misfit fans. I hope you like this new story I cooked up for you starring the wonderous West Coast Misfits! I went to the circus yesterday and it inspired me to write this brand new story! You'll get to see our favorite team of California-based mutants as never before: Circus Performers! How did they get into this stuff? Find out next!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel and Sunbow, so I don't want to be sued here. Anyone who does, will meet another special friend of mine (L17 points behind him to a grinning G1 Megatron, whom I also don't own)
It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, screams, chants, and claps. Some hold up signs.) This time, we take a look at one of the Joes' resident armored vehicle drivers: Hot Seat!
Hot Seat
Real Name: Michael A. Provost
Rank: Sergeant First Class
Affiliation: Army
Primary Military Function: Armored Vehicle Driver
Secondary Military Function: Hand-to-hand Combat Instructor (Boxing), Drill Instructor
Birthplace: Pawtucket, Rhode Island
Bio: Ever since he was a kid, Hot Seat dreamed of being like his idol, the movie character Rocky Balboa. He watches all the films like a religion, and since the day he could throw a punch, he wanted to be a professional fighter and hopefully become World Heavyweight Champion.
After graduating college, Hot Seat went into pro boxing. He was well on his way of becoming the next champion thanks to his reflexes, mind for strategy, and left jab, when he met an ex-boxer who suffered from brain damage. He ended up being frightened by the possibility of brain damage, so he decided to quit boxing and enlist in a safer profession: The Army.
In the Army, Hot Seat grew to like driving armored vehicles, and he joined the Joe team upon receiving an offer. Hot Seat drives the Raider fighting vehicle and he's trained as a drill instructor.
Chapter 1: Circus Craziness Begins!
Malibu Base
In a Japanese garden in the Malibu Base dojo, a couple members of the West Coast Misfits were relaxing in their own way. Toshiro Yashida, codename Sunfire, was meditating, clad in a martial-arts training uniform, sitting cross-legged. Rahne Sinclair, codename Wolfsbane, was sitting nearby in the same position, only the Scottish girl had a laptop in her lap. She was typing up an e-mail to Moira MacTaggert and Sean Cassidy and including some pictures. Toshiro didn't mind the clanking of the keys as Rahne typed. Nearby, Tommy Sharpe, codenamed Chilljaw, was playing a video game. All three were wearing training uniforms.
"Yeah, that's right Pac-Man! Get that yummy pretzel!" Tommy whopped. Toshiro didn't even notice the sound. But then, the one noise that can break the Japanese teen's concentration suddenly blared out: The loud voice of one Kyle Wildfire, codename Thunderbolt.
"Hey jabronies!!" Kyle hooted as he landed on the garden, turning off his electro-field. He blinked when he saw Toshi meditate. "HEY JABRONI!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!"
"Wah!" Toshi fell over from the shock. "Kyle, you baka! Couldn't you be a little more quiet!?!?"
"Oh shut your jabroni mouth and look at this!" Kyle snapped, showing off a flyer. "The Thunderbolt saw this on a tree."
"What is it? A pie-eating contest? I love pie-eating contests!" Tommy grinned.
"No surprise, considering that ye have won every eating contest ye've ever participated in!" Rahne chuckled. Toshi read the flyer.
"It's for a circus. They're having a circus in town. How amusing." Toshiro said.
"Huh." Tommy blinked. "I've never been to a circus before. I hope they got food."
"Usually hot dogs and sodas, Fishface." Kyle rolled his eyes. "You've never been to a circus before?"
"Not really, mate." Tommy blinked.
"Ye don't find many circuses in Scotland, lad." Rahne told Kyle.
"You also don't find many trees in Scotland, but you don't see the Thunderbolt rubbing it in." Kyle quipped.
"Kyle, that mouth of yours is going to get ye into big trouble one o' these days." Rahne said, crossing her arms.
"Well, that day hasn't come yet, so the Thunderbolt will still be talking." Kyle grinned.
"Unfortunately." Rahne sighed.
"Hey!"
"You know…" I saw a flyer for a different circus going on in town as well. Something called the Tiboldt family circus. Here. I have their flyer." Toshiro produced another flyer from his robes. Kyle looked at the two flyers.
"Hey, maybe if we're lucky, there will be a big circus brawl!" Kyle joked. "Clowns and fat ladies and animals smacking the snot out of each other, oh my!"
"Knowing us, I would not be surprised." Rahne replied. She then realized something. "Hey, wasn't Dial-Up supposed to be training us today?"
"Yeah, mate. She's five minutes late. That's not like her. What could she be up to?" Tommy asked. Jester's scream was heard.
"I think we just found out." Toshiro said. The four mutants saw Jester run by, an angry Dial-Up chasing after him, swinging a baseball bat and screaming in Japanese.
"Dial-Up, I was only kidding!" Jester screamed.
"Can you translate?" Kyle asked Toshi. Toshi watched Dial-Up run after Jester, screaming.
"I believe she is going on about…" Toshi blinked. "Leaving a pie on her seat. Huh?"
"Knowing that pranking goofball Jester, that's his way of flirting." Rahne giggled.
"What a dumb jabroni." Kyle chuckled. "Anyway, what about these two circuses. Which one?"
"I say we ask the Joes, mate." Tommy grinned.
West Coast Misfit Manor, a minute later
"Hi, Rahne." Kicker blinked as she saw the Scottish mutant werewolf. "Dial-Up let you early? You barely left for your training five minutes ago."
"Nae." Rahne said. Jester's scream rang out. "She's busy right now."
"Oh, I get it." Kicker nodded. "Well, I'll take over then."
"Look at these." Rahne smiled, handing the circus flyers to the ninja. The blonde woman took them and looked at them.
"The Wrangling Brothers and the Tiboldt Family Circuses." Kicker read the flyers. "Yeah, it is circus season."
"I was thinking that after we do our other important things today, we can go see them." Rahne said.
"I don't see why not. Just as long as Toshi and Kyle stay away from each other, and Tommy doesn't eat too much." Kicker smiled.
"I don't know about that." Rahne sighed, opening a curtain. The view outside was of Kyle and Toshi fighting with katanas. "And ye do remember when we went all that way to the Country Buffet and it was closed.
In front of the Country Buffet, yesterday
The West Coast Misfits stood in front of the restaurant. And it was closed.
"Well, that was a waste of some perfectly good gas." X23 crossed her arms.
"C'mon, guys. Let's go. We'll try again tomorrow." Ace sighed. They walked back to the car, except for Tommy. A single tear went down the shark-teen's eye. He had a look of absolute horror on his face. He sank to his knees. "Tommy?" The shark-boy looked like he was about to cry. Suddenly, he reared back and yelled into the sky.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO!!!! WHY GOD WHY?!?!?!?!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!?" He then burst out crying.
"Geez Tommy, it's not the end of the world. We'll just try again tomorrow." Rictor groaned.
Well, looks like the insanity is about to begin! What madness will happen next? Which circus will the gang go to? What acts will be there? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
