Story 9: Goodies Vs. Baddies
By: Conan16
Author's Note: I'm using the super names that I use in my other story for the children. Violet is known as Fade, and Dash is known as Rush.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to another episode of the famous game show:
Goodies Vs. Baddies. I'm your host, Mat!" The host greeted.
The crowd cheered.
"Today, we have our good guy team; made up of Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Fade, Rush, and Frozone." The supers waved, and the crowd cheered some more.
"And our bad guy team; made up of Syndrome, Bomb Voyage, The Underminer, a henchman, and some guy we found on the street as a filler." The baddies waved and the crowed booed.
The host took his place at his podium.
"Now as you all know, this show has a history of the good guys always winning. But who knows? Maybe today will be different! Now let's get started!"
The lights dimmed, and Mat pulled out a stack of Q-cards.
"We'll start off with our Q&A round. I'll ask each team a various amount of different questions, and they'll have a certain amount of time to answer them. Are we ready?"
Everyone from both teams nodded.
"Ok! Goodies, first question. What is the color of the tie I'm wearing right now? You have thirty minutes to answer this question."
Rush buzzed in.
"Blue and green." He said.
"That is correct!" Mat cried. "I also would have excepted: Blue, green, I don't know, or no answer at all."
Ten points went up on the supers score board.
"Baddies! Here is your first question. If you take the height of the tallest mountain, subtract the height of the smallest mountain, and times it by my age, what number do you get? You have three seconds to answer."
Each of the baddies looked bewildered.
Syndrome buzzed in.
"Uh, what is your age?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, 'your age' is the wrong answer. And for future reference, this isn't Jeopardy so you don't need to answer in the form of a question. Minus ten points!"
"No wait! I was asking you how old you were! Not.." Syndrome was interrupted by Mat.
"Goodies! Next question. Two times two is?"
Elastigirl buzzed in.
"Four?"
"Correct! And since that was a trick question. I'm doubling your score!" Mat cried in glee.
The goodies now had forty points.
"Baddies! Here is your next question. "... Sorry my microphone went off for a minute there. Baddies! What is your answer?"
"But we couldn't hear you." The henchman said.
"Really? I could hear me. You have two seconds to answer."
The timer went off.
"Minus another ten points."
"Goodies your next question is a true or false. Mr. Incredible's super name is Mr. Incredible. You have forty minutes to answer."
Frozone buzzed in.
"True." He said.
"Correct! The goodies are on a role tonight ladies and gentlemen!" The host cried.
The crowd cheered.
"Baddies your next question. someone lives in a house five hundred miles to the east of here. What is his or her name? You have three seconds to buzz in."
The timer went off three seconds later.
"Sorry, your time is up." Mat said.
Syndrome let out a frustrated growl.
"This game is rigged!" He cried.
"Yeah!" The filler agreed.
The rest of the villains nodded.
"Oh come on! Don't be such poor sports. After all it's just a harmless little game." Mat said.
"Harmless! You told us that if we lost you were going to lock us up in prison for life!" Syndrome argued.
"Ok! Next question for the goodies. George Washington was the first president of the United States... Oh I'm sorry I accidentally gave you the answer, I guess the goodies automatically get ten points." Mat said.
An alarm went off.
"Oh! And that was a prize round! You each get a free car!"
The supers cheered.
"Ok baddies. Here's your question. If you get it right, you each get a free stick of gum." The host said.
"GUM!" The Underminer cried. "They got free cars!"
Mat waved a packet of gum towards the baddies.
"It's double mint." He said.
The Underminer grumbled.
"I guess it's better than nothing."
"Great! Here's you next question. What kind of car am I driving?"
Syndrome buzzed in.
"Ha! I know this one! You drive a Toyota!"
"Sorry Syndrome, but that's incorrect. I had it repossessed about five minutes ago. I'm not driving anything, I'm walking."
Syndrome's eye twitched.
"Why you smug little!" Syndrome grabbed a bomb off his glove, and lunged at the host.
"Uh oh! We'll be right back!" Mat cried, making a run for it.
...Please Stand by...
"And we're back!" The host cried.
"Our leading team is the goodies, with a score of 60 points, and our losing team, the baddies, have a total score of negative forty."
The crowd cheered.
"Now we move on to the next part of the show. The Physical Challenges! Our first physical challenge is worth twenty points."
Two different tables were set up, each with a different challenge.
"Baddies! You have to solve the crossword puzzle in the Saturday newspaper, in the time it takes the Goodies to figure out how to untie a shoe. Are both sides ready?"
The supers nodded.
The villains shook their heads.
"Good! Begin!"
"Quick! A four letter word for feeling great!" Syndrome cried.
"Heureux." Bomb Voyage suggested.
"That's not four letters you idiot! And I can't understand you! We'll skip that one. What's a ten letter word that rhymes with orange?"
Meanwhile, the five supers stood over the shoe. They looked at each other, and Mr. Incredible shrugged as he pulled one of the laces.
"We have a winner!" Mat cried.
"The goodies have completed the first physical challenge, and receive twenty points."
The crowd cheered.
"Now on to the next challenge. This one is an old western favorite, I assume. Each team is to pick one team member to chase down, and capture a crazy chicken."
The goodies picked Fade, the baddies picked Bomb Voyage.
They each went into wooden pens that were set up on the stage. Two cages were set into the pens.
"Ready...GO!" Mat shouted.
The cage doors opened. A wild chicken flew out of it's cage and attacked Bomb Voyage, pecking at the back of his head.
"Ahh! Obtenez-l'outre de moi! Obtenez-l'outre de moi!" He cried.
A slow, very old chicken walked out of the cage in Fade's pen.
Fade walked over and picked it up. It didn't even put up a fight.
"We have a winner!" The host cried.
"The goodies get another twenty points, and we'll move on to our last challenge after this commercial break."
...Please stand by...
"And we're back!" Mat announced.
The crowd applauded.
"Please excuse my black eye and swollen lip. Syndrome went crazy during the commercial break crying out nonsense like 'This game is rigged,' and 'make this a fair game or I'll blow you freaking head off!' But there's nothing to worry about now, because we drugged Syndrome with about five elephant tranquilizers. How do you feel Syndrome?" Mat asked.
"Aaayaa, nuuuuu." Syndrome gurgled.
"Great! Because now we move on to our final challenge. Tug a War!"
The floor in the middle of the stage opened up, and a mud pit appeared.
"Now I will select one person from each team, randomly of course, who has to sit out."
"Hey! You should pick Syndrome from our team! After all, it's your fault he's a drooling idiot!" The Henchman cried.
"Sorry, but I'm deciding who sits out by drawing sticks!" Mat said, as he drew a stick.
"Syndrome!" He cried.
The baddies let out sighs of relief
"Yup! Just like that. Now for the real deal." Mat put the stick back in the hat, and drew another name.
"Underminer! Now I will draw from the goodies...Rush!"
The four remaining team members from each side lined up and grabbed the rope.
"Ready...TUG!" Mat cried.
"Hey I just realized something." The filler began.
"Isn't Mr. Incredible very strong?"
At that moment, with one big tug from Mr. Incredible, the baddies all fell face first into the mud pit.
"The goodies win the game!" Mat cried in glee.
At the end of the game, all the baddies were taken away to jail, and the goodies were ready to receive their prizes.
"Alright goodies! You can take your cars, and five thousand dollars each; or you can give all that up for the mystery prize behind curtain number one!" The host explained.
The supers thought it over, and came to a decision.
"Well, we're sure the cars are neat, and five thousand dollars each is a lot of money. But we're betting that the prize behind the curtain is a lot nicer. We'll take the curtain prize." Mr. Incredible said.
Mat grinned.
"A very wise decision goodies, because you now own a set of autographed photos of the Incredible family! Congratulations!"
The curtain opened, revealing five photos of each Incredible family member.
The supers looked bewildered.
"Uh, heh heh, great!" Fade mumbled.
"Yeah...Just great." Rush added.
"We threw away our free cars and money for pictures of ourselves?" Elastigirl whispered to Mr. Incredible.
Mr. Incredible shrugged.
"Alright! And that's are show! Stay tuned next week when the Super Friends face off against the Smurfs!"
The crowd cheered.
...The End...
Author's Note: I don't know, I hope I'm not losing my edge. R&R and please tell me what you think. Look past all spelling errors, as I'm burning midnight oil to write this story.