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

A normal day with the interLOAFERs

For once in his entire time of knowing the Scions General Hawk was at a complete and utter loss for words. His eyes were wide as he surveyed the damage that had just spread itself wide over his base. Mammoth sized chunks of mashed potatoes flowed down rivers and lakes of gravy and cranberry juice, and odd bits of food clung to just about every building with in range. His warehouses and storage buildings were painted and bathed in odd colors, as if some magic color loving hippy had been on a rampage with an impossibly large set of sharpie markers. Then for the first time his entire career the general felt his left arm go numb.

"Duke." Hawk Muttered.

"Yeah Hawk?" Duke turned from the damage and saw his friend's bright red face. "Told you one of these days those chili dogs would get you." Then into his walkie-talkie, "Life-Line, get ready for an emergency, General Hawk's in the middle of a coronary."

"Oh relax; he's got decades to go yet." Cardinal said as he rolled a giant dough puff right on by. Within the dough puff was Leatherneck smack in the center, crying for help.

"Oh god…" Hawk groaned. "I thought this might be the sweet release of death."

"No such luck, besides I thought you loved the Misfits." Duke chuckled.

"I love the Misfits; if I could I would adopt each one." Hawk growled as Life-Line and Bree came by and put the General on a stretcher. "It's that lunatic in the red shirt I can't stand."

As if on cue Perfection came bounding by dressed in a Tigger costume, followed closely by Chybee who was chewing on a stuffed bear, who was being chased by Beachhead, who was on the run from Trinity, who was fleeing the wrath of their sister, who was escaping the psychotic arguments that Lance was having with his imaginary coyote.

"Who can we blame for this one?" Duke asked Hawk as they made their way to the infirmary.

"I don't know; who started the damn argument?" Hawk asked groggily.

"That would be Ipkiss." Duke sighed, "Turns out he favors koalas."

"Really; I would have figured him for the pandas myself." Bree said as she took the general's pulse.

"Don't tell me you've taken sides in that ridiculous argument." Hawk groaned.

"Yeah, she's on the 'other side'." Life-Line chuckled. "I prefer the monkeys myself."

"Not you too." Hawk looked to Duke. "Please tell me there's at least one sane person on this base."

"Of course." Duke said in all seriousness. "I mean who would support such smelly mangy animals; they throw their own poop for goodness sake."

"Well the good news is, it was just an anxiety attack." Life-Line said as he finished up a few remaining tests.

"Gee, I wonder why?" Hawk managed to sound all but sarcastic.

"Take a few weeks off Hawk, doctor's orders." Life-Line said as he took the general's pulse. "Then visit Psyche out weekly to help manage stress."

"Can do, and hopefully I'll get to see why Arcade loves those blue pills so damn much." Hawk grumbled as he made his way out the door. "Duke, you're in charge for the next two weeks; I'm going to Jamaica."

"Sir?"

"To Jamaica…"Hawk insisted on ignoring everyone.

Meanwhile in the cafeteria, this was still recovering from the strange life form that resulted from Kitty's cooking; BA and several Misfits were busy cleaning the floors while DM and Spaz used their own particular methods of cleaning. Lance was of course arguing with his invisible coyote the entire time he was cleaning.

"Can someone tell me why this crazy figment of my imagination keeps showing up whenever you guys are here?" Lance growled.

"Well it could be that Perfection's aura and presence make it easier to penetrate the layers and layers of logic and medicine the usually block him." DM theorized.

"What?" Todd asked as he rinsed out his mop.

"Perfection makes people crazy." Althea dumbed down DM's explanation.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." DM nodded as he pulled a large vacuum from his pocket dimension.

"I guess I can live with that." Lance sighed. "Besides, all I have to do is ask Perfection to make him real and hand him off to Trinity."

"Did he stop?" Todd asked.

"Yes, he did. Remind me for future occurrences; threats of Trinity work well." Lance smiled lightly.

"Will do Lance." Todd smiled as Perfection ran through the room with his entourage close behind him.

"Wow." Todd blinked as he noticed something.

"What?" BA asked "Did he steal another cookie?" BA quickly counted his cookies.

"No, he wiped his feet before and after he left." Todd continued to blink, "Does that make this a regular occurrence or not?"

"I'd say so." Lance piped in.

"Me too." Althea agreed.

"I want dowwwwwn…" Pietro cried while he remained fastened to the ceiling by a large amount of dough and paste.

"Oh relax Pietro, we'll have you down in no time, I mean it's not like this hasn't happened before." Althea spread some more water on the ground.

"That's true." Pietro agreed as he gave up struggling and began to guide the others as to what spots they missed.