Circus Craziness!

To Sparky Genocide: Hey! Nice to hear from you again! I doubt the adult X-Men would be angry with Firestorm for ending up scaring Kitty out of driving. No, they'd actually be drinking toasts to him! Someone having issues with…or perhaps…a fear of clowns, huh? Interesting idea. I like it. I'll see what I can do for you.

To Red Witch: Yeah, driving Kitty nuts is fun. A lot of fun. I feel sorry for Kurt right now in your fic. He has to be Belladonna's horse! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Man, that was funny. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter full of insanity!

To Aaron: You have a Spider-Man/Daredevil comic that features them taking on the Circus of Crime. And Clint Barton, everyone's favorite Avenging Archer, was trained by the Circus of Crime? Wow. I'm glad you liked the scene with Kitty and Firestorm. I have a bit of writer's block, and I needed a way to continue this story. I hope to have the West Coast Misfits face off against the Circus of Crime.

To randomninity: Hello. Nice to hear from you. I'm glad you liked the insanity so far. That scene with Kitty and Firestorm was intended to give Kitty a taste of her own medicine when it comes to driving. She's a bad driver, and Firestorm is a lunatic behind the wheel.

It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, chants, screams, and claps. Some hold up signs.) This time, we take a look at a member of the Renegades. Here's Mercer!

Mercer

Real Name: Felix P. Stratton

Affiliation: Formerly Cobra, now Renegades

Rank: E-5 (Equivalent Pay Grade)

Primary Military Specialty: Small Arms Armorer

Secondary Military Specialty: Light Weapons

Birthplace: Spencer, West Virginia

Bio: Not much is known about the early life of Mercer. Mercer is a former Cobra Viper who defected to the Joes (and the only defecting Viper to survive) after becoming disillusioned with the terrorist organization. He hoped for adventure and material gain when he joined. He escaped Cobra Island by hydrofoil and found a home in the Renegades.

The Renegades are a group of soldiers that answer only to themselves, but are led by the Joe codenamed Sergeant Slaughter. They are allowed to practically anything they want to do to accomplish a mission, but since they technically don't exist, if they get compromised, they are on their own.

Chapter 4: The Show Begins!

Outside the Wrangling Brothers Circus    

"C'mon, Bruto!" Tiboldt snapped at a huge muscular man walking behind him, clad in a Tarzan-like single-strap tiger skin, and possessing semi-long brown hair.

"I am right behind you, boss." The large man replied in a Swedish accent. He was born Bruce "Bruto" Olafsen, but he was known as the strongman of the Tiboldt Family Circus.

"That fool Wrangling." Tiboldt growled. "Who does he think he is? My circus is doing a lot better than his, and I generously offered to take it off his hands. I'll show him. If I can't have his circus, I'll ruin it!"

"What do you need me to do?" Bruto asked.

"Well, I need you to do this…" Tiboldt explained what he wanted his strongman to do.

Inside the Wrangling Brothers Circus

"Oh boy oh boy!" Theresa said delightfully. She and the other West Coast Misfits and some of the Malibu Joes, all clad in regular clothes, sat in the circus bleachers, awaiting the show to begin. "This is going to be so much fun!"

"Aye." Rahne grinned in agreement. "Me first circus."

"Oh, this is going to be fun!" Ali grinned.

"Man, Mojo would kill for a stage like that." Longshot noted.

"This will be an interesting experience, an American circus." Toshiro noted.

"Just don't get freaked out, okay Sushi?" Kyle asked.

"You. Quiet." Toshi grumbled.

"If they don't start soon, I'm going home." John grumbled.

"It'll take a minute. Relax, Thunderbird." Rahne said.

"Dude, this'll be totally awesome!" Jack whooped.

"Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends/We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside…" Ace Starr sang happily. He heard that song a few times on classic rock radio. He didn't know the name of the song or who sang it, but it was a good song, and it had a circus organ in the background. "Personally, I've been to a circus before. I was front row when Kiss's Psycho Circus tour hit LA when I was a kid. Man, that was awesome!" He then went back to singing.

"Ace, sing something else. Please." Athena groaned, rolling her eyes. Ace grinned.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet. B-b-b-baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet…" Ace started singing.

"Oy…" X23 smacked her forehead with her palm. "Do you listen to anything from this decade?"

"Nope. It's all processed cheese." Ace rolled his eyes. X23 thought about what Ace had just said to her.

"You know, now that I think about it…You got a point. No wonder you listen to 70s and 80s stuff."

"Told ya." Ace grinned.

"Shh!" Terrell snapped. "It's starting!" The lights in the tent darkened. A spotlight turned on, revealing the ringmaster Kyle saw arguing with Tiboldt earlier. He was clad in a shiny red, purple, and gold ringmaster outfit, with high black boots, and a red top hat covering his medium-length brown hair.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, and Children of all ages…"

"And dumb jabronies." Kyle added jokingly, pointing at Toshi.

"Hey!" The Japanese mutant exclaimed, offended.

"Welcome to the Wrangling Brothers Circus! My name is Timothy Wrangling. This circus was started way back in 1912 by my great-grandfather and his brother, James and Andrew Wrangling. Ever since then, this circus has been passed down through my family. This circus has existed through the First and Second World Wars, just as a start. We hope you enjoy your time here. This circus has entertained millions and traveled all over the country several ways over! Anyway, let's get started with the show!" The crowd cheered.

"Bring out the girls!" Terrell laughed. Tim Wrangling heard that remark.

"I see he's into it." He pointed at the African-American mutant with a laugh. "Don't worry my friend, I'm sure you'll see something you'll like."

"Man, you are one dumb jabroni." Kyle chuckled at Terrell. "You want dancing girls, go to Vegas."

"Oh stop, you thunder-throwing loudmouth." Terrell grumbled with a pout.

Well, looks like our show is about to begin! What insanity will happen next? What is Tiboldt up to? Will the West Coast Misfits be able to stop it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!