Circus Craziness!
To Sparky Genocide: Hey dude! Nice to hear from you again! I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Hmm, you want to see Toshiro get hit by the human cannonball, huh? Well, I'll see what I can do, but I wonder how in the world am I going to pull that off? Which Human Cannonball, by the way? The Circus of Crime's Human Cannonball?
To c-wolf: Hmm, someone getting hit on the head and thinking he or she is Tarzan, huh? Well, thanks for reviewing! I'll see what I can do!
To Red Witch: You listen to 70s and 80s music, too? Cool. I love that stuff. Oh yeah, I read the new chapter of "It's Good to be the Rogue" and I thought it was so hilarious. Anyway, I think that you will enjoy this new chapter chock full of insanity!
It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, screams, chants, and claps. Some hold up signs) Anyway, in this edition, we take a look at another member of the Renegades, the resident bald guy, Taurus!
Taurus
Real Name: Varujan Ayvazyan
Primary Military Specialty: Demolitions
Secondary Military Specialty: Infiltration, Mountain Trooper
Birthplace: Istanbul, Turkey
Rank: E-5 (Pay Grade Equivalent)
Bio: Before becoming a Renegade, Taurus worked as a circus acrobat in Europe as well as an undercover agent for INTERPOL. In his act, he used his face to break 2x4 boards, an act that impressed the Joes, and was recruited on the spot. Desiring more freedom, Taurus joined the Renegades, where he's known for his skills with a scimitar. Taurus is trained in mountaineering, explosives, and he can speak a dozen languages.
In the desert HQ of the Renegades, Taurus has a laser cannon that he considers his baby, constantly tinkering with it and improving it.
The Renegades are a group of Joes that technically do not exist. No record of them exists anywhere, and they have freedom to carry out missions even the Joes don't have. However, if they are caught, the government can deny everything.
Chapter 5: Sabotage!
The Wrangling Brothers Circus
"Oh boy, the first act is about to begin!" Rock 'n' Roll grinned. Many of the Malibu Joes had shown up to the circus alongside the teenage West Coast Misfits.
"I wonder why Hardcase didn't want to come? This is great!" Jester asked Dial-Up as they saw a juggler juggle several flaming chainsaws.
"He mumbled something about training some Green Shirts." Dial-Up remembered. "I highly doubt that."
Malibu Base
Hardcase sat on the roof of West Coast Misfit Manor. He had his knees hugged up to his chest, and he was rocking back and forth, mumbling to himself.
"Clowns…" He mumbled. "Evil clowns…clowns out to get me…bad clowns…clowns…laughing at me…Mommy, make the bad clowns go away…Why won't they leave me alone…Make the clowns leave me alone…leave me alone…bad clowns…I hate clowns…" Hardcase mumbled with a whine. A few Green Shirts, around four or five in number, were behind the manor, alongside a hose linked up to a tanker truck full of water.
"Okay…fire!" One Green Shirt ordered. The hose fired a powerful stream of water up to the roof. The water stream slammed into Hardcase from behind and knocked him clear off the roof. Hardcase screamed as the stream of water knocked him into the ground. "Ow…I'm going to kill those Green Shirts when I get myself out of the infirmary. Oh momma…"
"Let's get the heck out of here." One Green Shirt said to the group. The other Green Shirts nodded.
"Yeah, let's go!" Another Green Shirt in the group said. The Green Shirts dropped the hose and ran like heck away from the scene before the Green Beret Hardcase could go after them.
Outside the Wrangling Brothers Circus
"Okay, Bruno! Bring it down!" Tiboldt ordered his strongman. Bruto walked towards one of the outside cords holding up the tent. He used his great strength, strength that he gained from constantly lifting great amounts of weight, to rip the pins holding the cords that helped hold up the tent right out of the ground.
"Done it boss."
"Now the Wrangling Brothers Circus shall be put out of business once and for all." Tiboldt laughed. "Okay Bruto, now weaken that support beam."
The Wrangling Brothers Circus
"Wow! That juggler was great!" Ali exclaimed delightfully as the juggler finished the act by juggling ten fiery chainsaws and catching them.
"Wow. Don't let Mojo find out about this guy." Longshot blinked.
"No kidding." Tommy agreed, sipping his soda.
"Man, this is one great circus." Terrell grinned.
"And we still have some acts to see, kids." Gunbarrel laughed.
"If I don't set fire to something or blow something up soon, I'm going to go freakin' crazy!" Firestorm grumbled. "I wonder if BR set the charge…" He wriggled his arm out of his restraints and turned on a cell phone. "Hey BR, did you set the charges?" The hooting of the Macaque partner of Firestorm, Blast Radius, was heard from the phone. "Okay, light 'em up!" Explosions were heard on the phone. Firestorm smiled happily. "Oh yeah, that's the ticket!"
Malibu Base's motor pool
"MY JEEP!!!" Hardcase screamed as he stared at the smoldering wreck that was his jeep. "I AM GOING TO KILL FIRESTORM!!! HIM AND HIS STUPID MONKEY!!!! THEY ARE GOING TO DIE!!!! I AM GOING TO COURT-MARTIAL BOTH OF THOSE MORONS INTO THE NEXT DECADE!!!! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING MY VEHICLES BLOWN TO BITS!!!" A Green Shirt leapt out of nowhere, dressed as a clown.
"Boo!" The Green Shirt grinned.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Hardcase turned white and ran off screaming. "I HATE CLOWNS!!!" Nearby, Blast Radius was watching from behind a tank. He wasn't allowed to come into the circus because the Malibu Joes and West Coast Misfits were afraid he'd cause some…undesirable antics. The Macaque clapped happily, then ran towards his and Firestorm's home. The home had a race car motif, as well as painted flames and various portraits of explosions. Blast Radius went to his room, and he gazed happily at a picture of Danielle Moonstar.
The Wrangling Brothers Circus
"Oh wow!" Theresa said as they saw a woman riding on an elephant. "That's incredible."
"Isn't she worried about falling?" Rahne blinked.
"Nah. They're pros." Quick-Kick grinned.
"Yeah dudes." Jack agreed. "Besides, elephants are naturally totally calm and friendly creatures." Jack grinned.
"And they eat grass." X23 added. "No wonder you get along with elephants."
"Hey what?" Ace saw what looked like a support beam start to collapse. "Uh oh?"
Well, looks like things are about to heat up! What insanity will happen next? Will the tent collapse? Can the West Coast Misfits save the day? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
