Mad Malibu Halloween!

To Sparky Genocide: Hey Sparky! Yeah, the Surf Master, the first villain the West Coast Misfits had ever encountered, has escaped from the looney bin and is out for revenge. And remember, he's nuts, but he's far from stupid. Knowing him, I would not be surprised if he creates some new tricks and sharpens up the old ones he's already got. Anyway, yeah, maybe I will write in some torture of some anti-mutant jerks.

To Kaishin Briefs: Yep, Jack, Rictor, and Tommy are playing the Hanson Brothers. I saw Slap Shot 2 a couple months ago (really hilarious), and I was struggling for costume ideas. Expect the 'Hanson Boys' to get into a couple brawls. As well as race cars. Enjoy the new chapter full of insanity!

To Red Witch: Hey there Red! I've been keeping up with your stories and I can't wait for more! I hope you like this new chapter!

To Metal Dragon1: Yeah, a couple of the Malibu Joes will be chaperoning in costume. Firestorm as a brick of C4 and Blast Radius as a detonator? Yeah, I can definitely see them dressed in those costumes. I can't wait for the new chapter of "Take the Long Way Home!" Put it up fast! I hope you like this new chapter!

Disclaimer: "Yes Private Investigator, I was wondering if you would investigate my privates." Mel Gibson as Martin Riggs, Lethal Weapon 4

Chapter 3: A Little Party Madness!

MalibuHigh School

Malibu High. A while ago, this school nearly became the site of tragedy when Sam Farley, the insane inventor known as the Surf Master, attacked an alumni reunion, seeking revenge for childhood torture. Now, it was the site of a dance, of which California's premier superhero team, the West Coast Misfits, were the guests of honor. A Hummer drove down to the school, containing a few Malibu Joes. They were chaperoning.

"This is going to be fun!" Jester grinned. He was dressed as his namesake.

"Appropriate costume for you, Jester. You always were a bit of a fool." Dial-Up teased coolly from the driver's seat. She was dressed up as a Pikachu.

"Pika pika, babe." Jester smirked. "YI!!" Dial-Up used a taser on him.

"Knock it off, you two." Firestorm chuckled. He was dressed as a big brick of C4 plastique. BR was sitting next to him, clad as a detonator. Alongside them were Rock 'n' Roll, Quick-Kick, and Kicker.

"This is going to be great." Rock 'n' Roll grinned, dressed up as a glam rocker. In another Hummer, it wasn't as fun.

"Can somebody please tell the Hanson boys back there to stop that scuffling?!" Theresa snapped from the driver's seat. In the furthermost back seat, Tommy Sharpe, Rictor, and Jack McCormick were scuffling in the backseat. Evidently, they were a little too into character.

"Hey!" Ali ducked a hockey stick. "Can you three watch it?! AIE!!" She dodged it again.

"It's kind of creepy watching them scuffle when they're dressed like that." Longshot said.

"They are such idiots." Kyle groaned. "WHOA!!" Kyle dodged a hockey stick. "You jabronies! This isn't a rink!"

"There they are!" Rahne pointed ahead.

The Surf Master's secret lab, somewhere in Malibu

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee…" Sam Farley giggled madly. He was making some modifications to his costume and his trademark surfboard. He was sharpening up his old gimmicks and he put in some new surprises. Good…very good…I know it has been a long time since those infernal West Coast Misfits and I faced off. I was careful, kiddies. I looked around on the Internet. Ah, I love the Internet. Such a wonderful invention. I wish I had invented it. Then I'd be rich! Really freakin' rich! Then I would've shown those jerks. I'd wallow in money and babes in bikinis and they'd still be getting unemployment checks! Where was I? Oh yeah! Those West Coast Misfits! I've read around about you! I know more about you now! I'm more prepared! And of course, I'm more aware of the new guys…Rictor…Chilljaw…Beast King…Longshot…And I know more about the original members, too…Wildstar…X23…Siryn…Thunderbird…Sunfire…Velocity…Wolfsbane…Thunderbolt…Sam scowled when the last name crossed his mind. …Dazzler. I'll especially get you, Miss Dazzler. It was because of you I ended up in the looney bin in the first place! Oh, I will get you all. I know all your tricks, kiddies. "I will get you West Coast Misfits tonight! Then, I shall grind your bones into paste and have me a party! With beer and gravy! MWAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME, WEST COAST MISFITS?!?! BEER AND GRAVY!!!!!"

Malibu High

The dance was being held in Malibu High's gym. There were tables for snacks and punch. Kids and teachers, and some parents, were all in costumes. There were a variety of costumes, from classics like devils, ghosts, and fairies, to theme-based costumes like Star Wars and Harry Potter.

"And then, the Thunderbolt raised his hand, sent it flying across the face of Emma Frost, and told her to shut her mouth, go back to the corner, and make the Thunderbolt some money!" Kyle Wildfire made a motion of slapping with his hand. He was talking with a couple junior boys. In actuality, Kyle was sharing battle stories. Well, Kyle was putting his own spin on some things, and some of his stories he made up on the fly! The juniors laughed.

"Man, I hope that you come to this place when you hit high school!" One junior laughed. "You're a live wire!"

"I try." Kyle smirked. "Now enjoy this little story. It starts like this: The Thunderbolt was sitting on one of those floating inflatable lawn chairs on our pool…"

"I never met a real Indian!" A guy said to John. John groaned.

"Oh brother." John grumbled. "It's Native American, pal. If you want to see Indians, go to India."

"Boys, no!" Rahne exclaimed.

"WAHH!!!" The school mascot, a marlin was running for his life from Jack, Tommy, and Rictor. "HELP ME!! AAGH!!!" The 'Hanson Brothers' caught up with the mascot, tackled him, and started pounding the holy snot out of him.

"Those insane Hanson Brothers just started mauling that mascot! Oh my God, this is great!" A kid dressed like a sports announcer exclaimed. Meanwhile, Terrell and Ace were flirting with girls.

"Well, the Ladies' Man has made himself known." Terrell sighed, rubbing the red spot on his check that was shaped like a hand for some reason. Ace was…more successful. He was taking to the Malibu High cheerleading squad.

Well, well, well! Looks like the West Coast Misfits are having fun! What madness will happen next? Who will the mutant 'Hanson Brothers' go after next? What new tricks does the Surf Master have? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!