Mad Malibu Halloween!

To Sparky Genocide: Hey Sparky! Yeah, I can imagine Tommy practically inhaling the buffet there. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you like this new one! Oh yeah, you should check out 'The Starr Chronicles'. Think of it as the Misfit-verse redone my way. Again, I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

To Raliena: Yeah, things are not going to look good for our heroes! Yeah, I'll see if I can have ol' John "Thunderbird" Proudstar punch out the next person who calls him 'Indian' (John: Geez, what is up here? I am not from India! Geez! I was born and raised in freakin' Arizona! I'm an Apache, not a Hindu! Man, people get under my skin sometimes!) Hang on, I gotta calm John down. Enjoy the new chapter!

To Red Witch: Hey there, Red! Yeah, things are going to get wild! I've been keeping up with "This Soap Opera Called Life" and "Living with Mutants is Hazardous to your Health" and I loved them! Mystique can't get a break, can she? I hope you like the new chapter, Red!

Disclaimer: "Nah. We should give him another half hour. Let him suffer." Steve Guttenberg, 3 Men and a Baby.

Chapter 4: More Party Madness!

Malibu High

"Like the party?" Nick, dressed as Sherlock Holmes, asked John Proudstar. The large Apache mutant shrugged.

"It's alright." John shrugged. He sipped some punch. "Good punch."

"Tommy, put those pizzas down now!" Rahne scolded. "They're for everybody!"

"But I'm hungry!" Tommy whined.

"Ye ate 3 whole chickens before we came here!" Rahne exclaimed. "I wouldn't need to eat for a week after all that!"

"You ain't me." Tommy groaned.

"Ye can have one slice."

"But I'll starve!" Tommy whined.

"Relax, Tommy. You'll be fine. You'll be surprised how long ye can go without food. Most people can last a few hours between meals." Rahne chuckled, patting Tommy's shoulder.

"Alright, I'll try." The Australian shark-mutant sighed. He perked up when he saw the school mascot. "Jack! Randy! He's back up!"

"AGH!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" The three mutants tackled him again.

"Typical Rahne. Always playing nurse." John chuckled. He noticed a kid staring at him. "What?"

"Is it true? Are you really an Indian?" The kid blinked. He got punched in the mouth by John. Thunderbird watched his strength.

"Was that really necessary?" Nick asked John. John gave him a deadpan look for a few seconds.

"Yes." He said flatly. He sipped his punch. "Man, this is good punch."

"Man, I love a good party." Ace grinned as he watched the party.

"No kidding." Kyle agreed. He looked up at Ace. "What you thinking about, Rocker-jabroni?"

"I was thinking about the Hellion Hotties." Ace grinned. It was his nickname for the female members of Emma Frost's mutant students. "I wonder what they're up to."

"Personally, the Thunderbolt cares as much about the Hellions as he does about the stuff under his shoes." Kyle scowled. Ace blinked.

"I'm beginning to worry about you, Kyle." Ace said.

"What do you mean?" Kyle wondered.

"Well, for one, your actions as of late have caused some concern." Ace replied. "You've become quite the little sociopath. You don't seem to act much in the way of empathy."

"So?" Kyle blinked.

"Well, you've been rather…harsh lately." Ace said. "You've been really hard on people as of late. Especially that Lina girl. I just don't get it. Why do you hate her so?"

"What's not there to get? She's not a fighter!" Kyle exclaimed.

"So?"

"So?! So?! She's a weak link! She's a chink in the Misfit armor! She's…"

"A medic. I highly doubt that anyone would find any reason to attack a medic." Ace chuckled.

"We've dealt with some real psychos, man." Kyle said. "They'll look for any weakness in the Misfits."

"You know who you remind me of?" Ace smirked. "You remind me of Cadet Yandir from your Galactic Justice Force comics." Ace smirked. Kyle's eyes widened.

"YOU WERE IN MY COMIC BOOKS!!!" Kyle roared.

"Hey hey hey! I washed my hands before I even looked at them!" Ace exclaimed, holding up his hands in self-defense. Ace knew Kyle was extremely close to paranoid when it came to people handling his beloved comic book collection. "I have one myself, you know. Just not as extensive." Kyle powered down.

"You'd better. Those things are worth money!" Kyle warned. "The Thunderbolt has all the issues of Captain Nebula and the Galactic Justice Force comics from their 80-page debut specials back in 1983! And all in great condition!" Kyle blinked when he replayed what Ace had said to him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in the Galactic Justice Force comics, Cadet Yandir was the youngest and most hot-headed and fearless of the team. He had a real hate-on for Randora."

"Yandir came from a planet where the belief that strength and courage was measured by fighting skill. On his homeworld, it wasn't uncommon to see people fight over dropped coins in the street. Randora came from a planet of pacifists." Kyle blinked. "Yandir constantly thought of Randora as a coward and undeserving to be on the Force."

"She also was the team's medic, and she was one powerful alien. She could alter matter and had healing powers, making her the perfect nurse." Ace said. "Do you know what happened in the 1986 Annual?"

"Yeah…" Kyle remembered. "Yandir, in a rage over his homeworld being destroyed by Lord Asteroth, blamed Randora. Her people could bring the planet back and turn his forces around, but they didn't because…"

"They didn't want their powers to bring them down a path of darkness. Yandir tried to kill Randora, and she turned him to stone." Ace finished. "Think about it, Kyle." Ace walked off. Kyle blinked for a moment, then shook his head.

"That jabroni needs to stay away from my comic books!"

The skies over Malibu

The Surf Master flew over the city of Malibu, cackling.

"Let's test out some of my new toys." Surf Master grinned. He was clad in a new armor/costume: A black bodysuit with blue Quicksilver-like chestplate with a blue-and-white wave insignia on it. The shoulderpads had small silver spikes on them. His forearm bands were blue with silver studs. His black eyemask gave way to a blue visor that looked like a pair of shades. His new surfboard was more futuristic looking, mostly black with blue and white trim with a pair of fins pointing upward and a grille in front, making it look like a flattened futuristic car, yet it still looked like a surfboard. He flew towards a billboard, and the front of the board fired several small blades that sliced the support beams, causing it to fall over. He cackled as he flew up into the sky His board fired several small missiles into a mountain side. He then tested out his trademark super-cold water guns and laser cannons on another billboard.

"Oh yeah." The Surf Master cackled. "Those West Coast Misfits are going to pay. New members and all. AHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Uh oh! Looks like our heroes may be in danger. What insanity will happen next?! Can they beat the new and improved Surf Master? Will Kyle get Ace's message? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!