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

Giant Mallets over Normandy!

"AWWW! COME BA-A-ACK!" The Mask screeched as he wrought havoc to the streets of Bayville. "I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU A MAKE–OVER!" The demi-god shouted as several visiting movie stars started to run away.

The Mask was about to give chase, but a sudden pie to the back of his head caused him to turn around to see a young man dressed in a Clint Eastwood type Wild West movie out fit. "You think you can step on my toes punk?"

"Well, I don't know…" The mask said innocently as he zoomed up to the new challenger. He tried to stomp the young man's toes flat, but by the time his foot landed he had been bent and twisted into a living pretzel.

"HA!" The young man cast off his disguise and came face to face with The Mask. "Now that's funny, that's a classic. HA!"

"Funny? Oh you want funny?" The Mask undid his pretzel bend. "I'll give you funny. That is if you think you can keep up…"

"Bring it amateur! I'm not called the Scion of Chaos for nothin'!" The young man and The Mask were now pushing on each other's foreheads.

"Really, well LOKI MADE ME!" The Mask attempted to push the young man back.

"HA! LOKI IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE INSANE MIGHT OF PERFECTION!" Perfection shouted.

The Mask began to snicker. "Your name is 'Perfection'?"

"Yes…" Perfection leered at the demi-god. "You have something to say about it?"

"Well let's just say that outfit is far from perfection…" The Mask broke into a full fit of laughter.

"WHAT!" A vein on Perfection's head shot up in anger. "I might have been able to forgive the trampling on my territory; I could even forgive the terrorizing of innocent people, but you just ripped on my threads and THAT is completely UNFORGIVABLE!"

"Oh? And what are you going to do about 'Mr. Velvet-dere'?" The Mask quipped in response.

"THIS!" Perfection shouted as he produced a humongous mallet from nowhere and slammed it onto The Mask.

On a roof not to far from the unfurling battle of pranksters Wraith was joyfully watching the events with Pietro and his camcorder.

"Wow, that's a big hammer." Pietro said as he took his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah I know. I'd say COBRA inspired it, but I think it's more or less a 'Looney Tunes' thing." Wraith said as h sat back in a lawn chair and sipped his coffee.

"Speaking of Looney Tunes, you guys know anything about this 'Lunatics Unleashed' Show?" Pietro was no focusing on the small screen again.

"Not the show, but everyone's pretty much made it clear that they have no respect for that particular universe…" Wraith chuckled.

"What did you guys do?"

"We removed all laws of physics and death." Wraith's eyes formed the base of a large smile.

"So in other words you made their world like that of the Looney Tunes?" Pietro was not surprised. "Figures. WHOA! The Mask just smashed Perfection with a mallet, and he retaliated in the same way…"

"This could get boring…" Wraith said as he picked up a pair of binoculars and watched the two cosmic comedians trade blow after blow of their giant mallets. "Correction, it WILL get boring."

Hours later DM and the JOES were on the rooftop debating the best way to end the very obvious and loud battle of unnatural beings. The JOEs wanted to do as little damage as possible to The Mask and the surrounding area, while DM was insisting on a carpet bomb.

"Hey guys." Pietro called from the roof edge. "Now they're mud wrestling in female wrestler costumes."

"I don't even need to say it, do I?" Hawk asked as he began to rub his temples.

"To tell the truth, this kind of does surprise me…" DM blinked as he picked up Wraith's binoculars and peered on with a confused look and completely ignored the fact that Wraith was still attached to the binoculars. "Oh, now I get it…"

"Oh, believe me you're going to get it…" Wraith grumbled as he pulled himself up from the ground he had fallen to when DM had yanked on the binoculars.

"Uh…" DM looked at his life-impaired friend with worry. "Remember your blood pressure…"

"No blood… yet…" Wraith flashed out his daggers. "Running would be good right now…"

"Only because you're a friend…" DM smiled nervously as he bolted off the roof with Wraith not far behind him.

"Is he doing what I think he's doing?" Low Light blinked as he and the rest of the JOEs ignored the Scions and looked on at Perfection and The Mask. "Because that DOES surprise me." He said as he passed his binoculars to Cover Girl

"Yeah, he's actually doing something smart for once." Cover Girl was in shock too as she handed Hawk the binoculars.

"How come we only have one of these?" Hawk asked as he looked into them. "He's actually trying to take it off? Will that even work?"

Much to the JOEs surprise the tactic did in fact work, albeit after half the town had been wrecked when the two pranksters turned into giant monsters and began to fight each other. After the battle had ended though, the JOEs took both The Mask and the unconscious Stanley Ipkiss into custody.

"I WON!" Perfection said as several poorly dressed Perfections in cheerleader drag appeared. The Cheer-Perfections immediately swarmed him and propped him up on their shoulders.

"Perfection, Perfection, if he can't prank it no one can! YAY!" And then the Cheer-Perfections disappeared.

"Ok, time for me to fix a few things." Perfection smiled.

"You can fix this?" Hawk blinked in surprise.

"Of course not silly…" Perfection pointed to the just arrived Astral. "But he can."

"Every time I try to get out he pulls me back in!" Astral grumbled as he adjusted a famous movie quote to his use. Then with a snap of his fingers he repaired the damage the Perfection and The Mask has caused to the city, that is all except the massive holes caused by the overuse of large mallets.

"Can't fix those?" Hawk asked as the stressed Scion passed by and got into the Joes' chopper.

"Oh I can fix them; I just want someone else to have the headache of fixing THOSE potholes…" Astral shot a devilish grin.

"Well that'll be two days past never." Perfection chuckled as he sat next to Astral.

"You don't speak to me." Astral growled as Perfection shrunk back in faux fear and gave a wicked smile.

A few seconds into the flight Astral had truly regretted coming back.

"I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you…" Perfection continued the chant as he circled Astrals body with his fingers, just inches away from touching him.

"I hate my life…" Astral groaned as he began to sob.