Mad Malibu Halloween!

To Metal Dragon1: Hey there MD1! Nice to hear from you again! Well, the Hanson Brothers are characters in the movie 'Slap Shot', a hilarious movie about a hockey team. The three brothers are infamous for causing brawls on the rink, and they fight a lot and race cars. They never wear helmets and they wear glasses. That's the Hansons in a nutshell. They were played by three real minor-league hockey players. I would not be surprised if Firestorm's costume is made of actual C4. I got the e-mail. I'm having troubles with it right now, but I'll send you some quips as soon as I can. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you like this new one!

To Sparky Genocide: Hey there Sparky! That's an…interesting suggestion. I doubt the West Coasters would be able to get away with that kind of Halloween prank. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, man. I hope you like this new one!

To Raliena: Yeah, Surf Master is kind of kooky, as established by the story "Welcome to Malibu Base". He never was quite right, that boy. I could imagine Ace writing songs about each of the female Hellions. He does like having the girls around, believe it or not. Yeah, I'll let John know. Someone asking Kyle if he has a crush on Lina as a joke, huh? Alright, I'll see what I can do for that. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, Rae! I hope you like this new one!

To Red Witch: Hey there Red! I've been keeping up with your stories "This Soap Opera Called Life" and "Living With Mutants is Hazardous to Your Health" and I loved them! You're doing great on them! I can imagine during the classroom scene, Monet eyes her watch and freaks out because the new Ballroom Blitzers video is going to start and she doesn't want to miss a second of seeing the feral of her wildest dreams on the tube, heh heh. I didn't recognize the character of Jack White. Which comics did he appear in, because I don't remember him from anywhere. I liked the chapters! I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you like this new one!

To Aaron: Hey there Aaron! I'm glad you liked the West Coast Misfits' costumes, and the scene where Tommy was being chased by people hungry for seafood. The Surf Master, the first villain the West Coast Misfits ever faced, is out of the nuthouse, and mad. I bet he'd want a piece of Dazzler. Dazzler was the one who caused him to get put in the nuthouse in the first place, and Kicker beat him senseless! I could imagine Ace writing songs about each of the Hellion girls. I'm sure they get all crazy happy when they hear the song on the radio. I hope you like the new chapter!

Disclaimer: "Don't you people in the 24th Century ever pee?" - Zefram Cochrane, Star Trek: First Contact

Chapter 6: Surf Master Strikes Again!

Malibu High

"This is WSTR, the world's premier Classic Rock station, this is DJ Ace, what's your handle?" Ace quipped into his watch with a laugh.

"Dude! Dude! The psycho!" Jack's voice exclaimed over the watch. "We totally can't find Tommy, and this bogus dude with this surfboard, man! He flew, man! Rictor fought him, man!" Jack panted out in a panic.

"Who?"

"This dude on a flying surfboard!"

"Dude on a flying surfboard…" Ace muttered under his breath as he searched his memory, trying to figure out what Jack meant. The mental search made a hit, and Ace's eyes widened in shock.

"No way!" Ace whispered loudly.

"Way, dude. Totally way." Jack nodded.

"They let that nut out?!" Ace whispered loudly. "After what happened?"

"They didn't let him out willingly, amigo." Rictor's voice replied. "I think he escaped!"

"That makes sense." Ace nodded. "I doubt even the dumbest of psychiatrists would rule that guy fit to return to society."

"We need help! He may be coming back to Malibu High!" Ace looked up and watched X23 trying to scare off a nerdy freshman kid who developed a bit of a crush on her. He shook his head with a smile. Poor ol' Athena. "Dude!"

"Where's Tommy?" Ace noticed Jack and Randy on the screen, but not Tommy. Jack and Randy looked at each other.

"Uh oh." They said together.

In town

"HELP ME!!! SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!!" Tommy Sharpe screamed as he raced down the street on his skates, a group of hungry seafood aficionados after him. "WHERE ARE THOSE GUYS?!"

Malibu High

"Got it. Wildstar over and out." Ace turned off the communicator in his watch. "Theresa! Theresa!" Ace called for the leader. He sniffed her out at the food table, getting some punch. "Theresa!"

"What's going on, Ace?" Theresa wondered.

"Jack called!"

"Where'd he go? He, Tommy, and Randy disappeared!" Theresa realized.

"The Malibu Marlin raced on a bicycle for his life out of here, and the 'Hanson Brothers' went after him." Ace shrugged.

"Ye're joking!"

"I wish I was!" Ace burst out laughing. "Anyway, they encountered the Surf Master."

"They let that nut out of the madhouse?!" Theresa said in shock.

"No, they think the looney toon escaped." Ace responded. Theresa groaned.

"Saints, I knew that this night was too quiet." Theresa grumbled.

"It could be worse. It could be Free Go-Round Night down at the local Go-Kart Park and we're with Firestorm." Ace chuckled. Theresa paled. She remembered the last time Firestorm took the kids out go-karting with him. Several people were still in the hospital.

"Dear God, ye're right." Theresa blinked. "What do we do now?"

"Let the others know of course." Ace grinned. Suddenly, screams were heard and a wall exploded.

"Hello, ladies!" The Surf Master cackled as he floated in through the huge hole in the wall. "As that little dead girl said in Poltergeist, 'He's Heeeeeeere'!!! MWAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, great." Theresa sighed. "Does anyone experience insanity like this?!"

Imperial Guard Headquarters, Planet Chandilar

"Those West Coast Misfits were a bad influence on the Imperial Guard, Majestrix." Gladiator said to Lilandra as the two of them walked down a hall of the Imperial Guard's HQ.

"Give me back my diary, you jerk!" Nightside screamed as she chased Astra. The red-haired alien warrior giggled as she ran down the hall, carrying a small book. The pale blue-skinned, dark-purple-wearing darkness generator ran after her.

"I had another dream about that red-haired human last night…" Astra read. She looked down as she ran. "Nightside, you are one twisted girl."

"NOT ANOTHER WORD OR I SWEAR, YOU'LL NEVER SEE LIGHT AGAIN!!!!"

"You see?!?!" Gladiator exclaimed.

"I wanna be player one!"

"No, I do!"

"You're always Player 1!" Gladiator groaned as he heard Electron and Manta argue. Smasher was pounding a punching bag.

"Rematch with Thunderbird…Rematch with Thunderbird…Rematch with Thunderbird…" Smasher chanted like a mantra.

"I hate this job." Gladiator grumbled.

Well, that was one crazy chapter! What insanity will happen next? What was up with the Imperial Guard? Will we meet them again? What'll the Surf Master do next? Can our heroes stop him? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!