Rising Starrs
To soulstress: Hey there soulstress! Yeah, but the Misfits aren't bad guys. I doubt they could be considered real 'bad guys' back when they were the Brotherhood of Mutants. It took me a while to think up what the secret weapon is. It has to be wacky, yet tough. I can't wait for the new chapter of 'Tempest', and I hope you like the new chapters!
To Red Witch: Hey there Red Witch! Yeah, the bad Dr. Mindbender does seem to get crazier all the freakin' time, doesn't he? I hope you come back soon from your mini vacation! Have fun on it! Enjoy the new chapter!
To Sparky Genocide: Hey there, Sparky! Let me see if I get this straight: Althea tells Dr. Mindbender that Britney Spears is right behind him. A squealing Dr. Mindbender turns around, and Althea whups him with a kick in the arse. I LIKE IT!!! That's funny! I'll see if I can put it in! I hope you like this here new chapter!
To Raliena: Hey there, Rae! For some insane reason, I could imagine Tomax and Xamot playing one of those two-player video games that are played by linking two Game Boys together. The odds are five to one for the Cobras? To be honest with you, I think that bet's a little too in the Cobras' favor. I personally say that the odds are astronomical the Cobras will win. Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: "It's Wayne's World! Wayne's World! Party Time! Excellent!" - Mike Myers and Dana Carvey as WayneCampbell and Garth Algar, Saturday Night Live and the Wayne's World movies.
Chapter 11: Another Problem!
Dr. Mindbender's Secret Lab
"I got the blues…" Lance sang and played a harmonica. "The trapped in a cell with our powers shut off by an evil mad doctor who is a member of a terrorist group bent on ruling the world blues…" Lance blew a solo on his harmonica.
"Well, someone found a way to amuse himself." Quinn grumbled. She, Brittany, and Daria were doodling on the dusty floor with their fingers in their cells. Pietro was pacing up and down.
"If Pietro doesn't stop pacing up and down, he'll get the 'I-just-got-Lance's-boot-shoved-down-my-throat' blues!" Lance sang in an annoyed tone.
"Okay, okay, okay! Sheesh!" Pietro grumbled. The silver-haired speedster sunk to the ground, depressed.
"Will you relax?!" Wanda snapped. Each of the Misfits were in separate cells.
"Wanda, I can't stand being cramped up in here!" Pietro exclaimed. "The walls are closing in…I can't breathe…" He started running around in a panic.
"One hex-bolt…just one hex-bolt…that's all I want…" Wanda moaned as she pulled on her collar. "All I want is one freakin' hex-bolt to shut that whiny egomaniac up."
"Pietro's just crying for attention, Wanda. Don't worry about it." Fred analyzed.
"He's crying out for my big black boot shoved up his butt!" Wanda growled, pointing at her steel-toed boot.
"Well Wanda, you got your chance to put said foot there." Althea grinned as she appeared from the shadows.
"Babycakes!" Todd grinned, running up to the bars of his cell.
"Hey there, Toddles." Althea grinned. "Don't worry about it. I got the key to your freedom." Althea used her lockpick to free the other Misfits.
"Thank you, Althea." Xi smiled.
Elsewhere in the lab
"Hey guys!" Paul grinned as he and Craig ran into another hall full of cells. Each cell contained a bum, some were mutants, and some were not.
"Hey! Paul and Craig Starr!" An urchin with purple hair grinned.
"No problem! We got your key!" Paul grinned. He used his eye laser to slice the bars of the cell, freeing the urchin. The Starr Brothers sliced the bars of the other cells in the same manner.
"Alright, you're all free! C'mon! Let's go!" Craig said. The Starr Brothers ran down the hallway, the homeless humans and mutants behind them. They stopped when they heard a snarling sound. "What's going on here? What's that noise?!"
"Whatever it is, I doubt it's good." Paul gulped nervously.
"It sounded like an animal of some kind." One homeless mutant gulped.
"It didn't sound like any known animal." A homeless human added with fright.
"I'm sure it's nothing." Paul tried to re-assure the frightened urchins. "It's probably just creaking or a machine or something." The snarling grew louder. Craig turned around and put on an angered look and his right eye glowed purple.
"Paul, I really doubt that it's a machine." Craig snarled. A huge silhouette was seen in the distance. The silhouette grew bigger and bigger as it got closer and closer to the twin brothers and the people they were rescuing.
"What…what…what is that thing?" One homeless person gulped.
"Nothing good." Craig snarled, as the creature came closer and closer to the group.
Dr. Mindbender's Control Room
"Oh yeah! Get them my pretty! Get them!" Dr. Mindbender whooped at the monitor he was watching.
Out on another island
"Don't worry, Wilson! I saw this on Gilligan's Island! I know we can get help with this!" Cobra Commander explained to the volleyball triumphantly. It appeared that the Commander was trying to rig a radio out of coconuts. He glared at Wilson, who was sitting on a stump. It was hard to tell what facial expression the Commander was shooting at Wilson, because his face was being obscured by his blue helmet with the silver facemask. "It will work! Shut up! I don't need your frickin' smart-alec comments!" The ball just sat there silently. Wilson could only sit silently because Wilson was a volleyball, and volleyballs can't move or talk on their own. Unfortunately, Cobra Commander seemed to have forgotten that fact. "What did you call me?!" Cobra Commander snapped. He marched over to Wilson, grabbed the ball, and started squeezing and shaking it. Evidently, he was trying to strangle the ball, but he couldn't because volleyballs don't have necks. The sharks who were all named Bruce watched this from the ocean.
What an idiot. He needs help. The sharks thought. He seriously needs psychological help.
Well, well, well! Looks the insanity will continue! What madness will happen next? What is the creature? Will the Misfits be able to save the day? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!