Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

AN: First; Thanks for all the loving reviews so far. Second; I'm debating on what the seconds Chaos Spark should be, should it be "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" (Movies 1 & 2) or "Gargoyles"? And I won't be putting one into the third slot because the last one is going to be a doozy, and if anyone remembers my first attempt to do a Misfit-Fic you might know what it's going to be.

Green Masks

The Misfits, X-Men and interLOAFERs were of course searching for the legendary "Mask", a device that could transform its wearer into a demi-god capable of living out the wearer's deepest and most hidden personality. Unfortunately along with the mask came several dozen pieces of junk and the teams were currently closing in n several pieces. They were no where near the Mask.

In fact the Mask, with its mysterious and powerful will of its own, had placed itself in front of a familiar and timid person. A younger and even more up tight and frightened Stanley Ipkiss was currently running from a small group of bullies.

"Why me, why me, why me?" The 15 year old screamed as he took a blind right and ran straight into an alleyway.

"Down the alley." The lead thug yelled to his friends.

Stanley panicked as he realized he had taken a wrong turn and in a brief glint of hope he tried to climb the low lying brick wall that cornered him in. The thugs however arrived just as he was pulling himself to the top and yanked him down into a pile of trash.

"Come on nerd, hand over the cash." The lead thug kicked the young boy in the ribs.

Despair and fear quickly swamped the young man's mind as he tried to grab what he though was a plank of wood; to his further dismay it was just a raggedy old wooden mask. Still it was something and Stanley stood to face his foes as he held the mask a few inches from his face.

"Come on you wouldn't hit a guy in mask would you?" He tried to grin behind the wooden figure.

"Actually yes I would." The lead thug said as he slammed his fist into the mask and then into Stanley's face.

"AUGHHHH!" Stanley screamed as he felt the mask grasp a hold of his face. "GET IT OFF!"

"Heh, loser." The thug grinned as he went to punch Stanley again, only to have his target suddenly zip to the right. Then to the left. Then to the right. Then the boy suddenly began to a fashion similar to the Tasmanian Devil. "What the!" The thug screamed as the force from the spin created a large vortex of air that blew him and his friends against the wall.

"Buck! I think he's related to that dude at the mall!" One of the skinny thugs screamed.

"Oh my god, what is that!" Buck screamed as Stanley turned around, his head was completely green and bald with an elongated "butt-chin".

"Hello boys!" The strange Masked boy shouted in an ecstatic tone. "Didn't your mother ever teach not to pick on little kids?"

"Buck, I think we should have stayed shrunk." Thug number one cried in fear. "At least then we would stop running into freakish nightmare stuff."

"Right now you boys should be screamin'" The Mask chuckled, "'Cuz, now's the time for the ENEMA OF YOUR LIFE!"

"AHHHHH!" Thug Number two screamed. "I DON'T WANT AN ENEMA!"

"WELL NEITHER DID FREDDY ROGERS, BUT HE GOT USED TO'EM!" The Mask shot his head out like a super enlarged bullet when he yelled. The thugs just continued screaming.

Elsewhere…

"You ever get the feeling that someone's stepping on your turf?" Perfection asked Wraith as the interLOAFERS searched New Jersey for the powerful relic.

"No, I don't believe I have ever had that feeling." Wraith responded bitterly as he chucked a hub-cap at a random car.

"Hmm…" Perfection looked towards Bayville. "I wonder…"

"What?" DM asked as he prepared for a stupid question.

"Does Ipkiss exist here?"

Wraith was too stunned by the intelligence of the question to speak, but DM was immediately on the search.

"Well according to the 'Inter-dimensional Google Fire Fox plug-in' that I have…" DM waited for the search results, which only caused his laptop to crash. "I shouldn't use Fire Fox anymore." DM said definitively.

"Maybe Karma would know." Perfection said as he pulled an entire phone booth from his pocket and dialed the female scion. "Hey Karma, its P, quick question: Is there a Stanley Ipkiss in Wanda's universe?" After a few seconds. "Oh, ok. Thanks." And Perfection hung up.

"Well." Wraith asked with a leer.

"That-a-way." Perfection pointed towards Bayville.

"I'll tell the others." DM sighed.

A few minutes and two mass teleportation's later the Misfits and Scions were just outside the alley where Perfection had learned that Stanley Ipkiss was when Karma last checked.

"Ok guys, before we go down there, I think you should brace yourselves." DM warned.

"Why? I mean what happened to this kid, the Mask eat him whole or something?" QuickSilver quipped as he zoomed down the alley, screamed like a little girl and zoomed out.

"Wonder what that was about?" Perfection said as he wandered down the alley, where he discovered, the thugs that had pestered Wanda and the other girls on his last trip. Unfortunately they all had giant machines attached to their rear that read "ENEMAS 4 CHE4P!"

"OH JEEZ MAN!" Lance flinched and ran as he came down the alley.

"He's gone to far…" Perfection gritted his teeth.

"What?" Arcade asked as he tried to figure the machines out. "You've done worse than this."

"NO ONE TRAMPLES ON MY LIVING JOKES!" Perfection stormed out of the alley and focused his signets into place and in a very Eastwood-esque voice, "No one leaves a dust trail on my turf…" With that he vanished.

"What just happened?" Roadblock looked confused, "Why was he so mad?"

"It's a pride thing." DM explained. "He hates it when other empowered jokesters upstage him."

"What is this going to cost us?" Hawk groaned as he reached for his ant-acid.

"Let's just say; keep the check book open." Wraith chuckled.

"What's he smiling for?" Toad leaned away from the strangely happy looking Wraith.

"The only thing better than a Dennis Leary comedy special is Perfection having a battle of comedic wits with other jokesters of power." Wraith chuckled. "Speedy, grab your camcorder, we got a show to tape!"

"Why do I get the feeling your plan to stay hidden just went out the window." Hawk went for another medicine pack.

"Yeah, that's pretty accurate." DM said as he helped Arcade with the thugs.

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Perfection: Lousy little thief, he stole my best joke dummies!

Wraith: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Perfection: It is!

Wraith: Get new ones.

Perfection: But they were fun and I liked them.

Wraith: If you ever make sense this world will be doomed, you know that, right?

Perfection: I like chop-suey, it tastes like liquid cholesterol.

Wraith: I give up…