A Misfit Christmas

To AnonGirl88: Hey there Anon! I'm glad you and Fishy enjoyed the last chapter! I really hope you keep on reviewing! That's definitely true about Mr. L. Spirit Guides are very cryptic, and they guide for free, and normally for their own reasons. That definitely applies to Coyote. He's guiding Lance along a certain path, but being a prankster by nature, he can't help but have a little fun with Lance along the way. Enjoy the new chapter!

To Raliena: Hey there Rae! I'm glad you liked the last chapter there. You should tell what you liked best about it, and don't be afraid to give ideas. It helps when I get writer's block. Enjoy the new chapter!

To Aaron: Hey there, Aaron. You'll see who gets pranked and what the prank is. I'm glad you liked the little Lance/Spyder chat. Those two could use some bonding time. What is Vicki going to suggest to the Triplets? You'll see. What happened to John and Lisa? I can imagine John's still running from her. My Christmas was not so bad. The sickness passed quickly and my dad's going to be A-OK. Enjoy the new chapter!

To RogueFanKC: Hey there RogueFan! I'm better now, and my dad will be just fine. You think Jenni pranked Low Light and Cover Girl? Well, I'm not going to tell you which two Joes Jenni chose for the big prank. All I'll say about it is that it will get Pietro beaten up. I can imagine the Misfits patiently and anxiously waiting for the day Low Light and Cover Girl finally become a couple.

To Red Witch: Hey there Red! Glad to see you back! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Enjoy the new chapter!

Disclaimer: "PUT THAT BACK DOWN NOW, YOU LUNATIC!!!!"

Chapter 8: A Little Joe Craziness!

Outside the Pit barracks

Jenni Starr, the Southside Misfit and Southside Rockers' acoustic guitarist/bassist/lead vocalist codenamed Shining Star, giggled as she crept out of the barracks.

I can't believe it worked so far! Jenni mentally whooped. Sure, it's only started, but I have a feeling this prank is going to be an enormous success. "EEK!" Jenni squeaked when Vixen grabbed her and dragged her off. "Vicki? What are you doing?"

"We've got to get ready for our performance, Jen." Vicki replied.

"I thought you were trying to find the source of that noise that was bothering the babies."

"I was, and I did." Vicki sighed. "It was Trinity. You know, those crazy little super-smart triplets?"

"Yeah, they're kind of creepy." Jenni blinked. "Were they working on some experiment that would surely violate some laws of God and man?"

"No, they were practicing Christmas carols. Their singing sucked, so I suggested they do instrumental carols." Vicki nodded. Jenni gasped.

"You didn't say that to them, did you? That would hurt their feelings, Vicki." Jenni gasped in shock. Vicki rolled her eyes with a smile. Jenni could be so goofy sometimes.

"No I didn't, you goofy girl. Now come on." Laughed Vicki as she dragged Jenni along. "What were you doing there, anyway?"

"I was helping to play a very special Christmas prank on Pietro." Jenni laughed. She was interrupted by a scream. Jenni and Vicki blinked as they saw St. John Allerdyce, the insane Australian pyrokinetic codenamed Pyro run by. Chasing after him was Lisa Blaze, the red-haired fire-powered keyboardist who was appropriately codenamed Fyre. Hearts made of flame were flying around her head as she squealed.

"YIPE!!!!" John yelled. "HELP ME!!!"

"COME BACK HERE, YOU GORGEOUS BEAST AND GIVE MAMA SOME LOVIN'!!!!! Aw c'mon! Just one little cuddle?" Lisa squealed as she chased after John. Vicki and Jenni blinked.

"How long has she been chasing him?" Jenni wondered.

"Over an hour." Vicki gulped.

"I guess it is true." Jenni grinned. "Love does conquer all." The blonde Starr burst out laughing at her own joke. Vicki chuckled.

"Let's leave those two lovebirds to their own devices." Vicki chuckled.

The Christmas Party

"I can't wait for Santa to come!" Bazooka grinned at his regular partner-in-misadventure, the Joe mountain trooper (and accountant) codenamed Alpine. "I asked for a teddy bear, a new toy car, and a pony!" Alpine blinked as he processed his statement. The two Joes were standing in front of the refreshment table.

"Bazooka, I worry about you sometimes, you know that?" Alpine blinked. "Look, Bazooka…maybe I should tell you something."

"What?"

"Have you ever thought about the fact that Santa Claus may not be mmph!" Alpine found his mouth suddenly having a hand over it courtesy of Bazooka, accompanied by a sharp "Shhhhhhh!" sound from the not-too-bright Wisconsin-born bazooka trooper.

"Don't say that, Alpine! Santa might not visit you if he heard you say that." Bazooka whispered in a panicky tone. "WHOA!!" Alpine and Bazooka got knocked aside by Barbecue as the red-haired Joe fireman dove behind the refreshment table.

"Gotta hide! Gotta hide! Gotta hide!" Barbecue moaned.

"Let me guess, Barbecue. Lionheart, right?" Alpine smirked.

"Just don't tell that loony Brit I'm here, okay?" Barbecue snapped, then dove under the tablecloth. Lionheart ran in, carrying mistletoe.

"Have you guys seen Barbecue? He hasn't given me me Christmas kiss." Lionheart asked. Alpine and Bazooka looked at each other, then at the English Joe.

"Neither of us have seen him, Lionheart. Sorry." Alpine answered.

"Hey!" Bazooka looked down at the table. "Barbecue, quit hitting me!" Lionheart grinned wildly. Alpine and Bazooka's jaws dropped, and a silence went over the scene for a minute.

"Bazooka, I am going to kill you the next time I ever lay eyes on you." Barbecue growled from under the table.

"COME TO MAMA, HOT STUFF!!!" Lionheart dived under the table. With a scream, Barbecue found his way out and took off, the Englishwoman after him. "COME BACK HERE AND GIVE ME A CHRISTMAS KISS!!"

I don't want to get that lunatic anything for Christmas, much less a kiss! Barbecue mentally screamed. Lance watched the whole thing.

"Man, this has been one insane party." Lance thought to himself out loud.

"Punch?" A hand offered a cup of punch.

"Thanks." Lance took the punch and took a sip. In the middle of the sip, he turned his head to see who gave him the punch. The geokinetic's eyes widened and he did a spit take. "You again?!"

"I guess you didn't like the punch." The Coyote grinned. Lance groaned.

God, is this 'Pick-on-Lance' day for you? Why do you torment me so?

Well, well, well! Looks like the madness will continue? What insanity will happen next? Why does the Coyote continue to torment Lance? Will the prank be successful? Will the Southside Rockers' performance be a hit?! Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!