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: This is kind of an in-joke with a friend of mine, but if you've ever played DragonBall Z: Budokai 2 or 3 than you might get this joke. Also these are my own lyrics and yes I do need mental help.
Trying to relax at the interLOAFER Inn
"Aw man, come on!" Perfection pointed at the TV.
"You lost, you know the deal…" DM smiled. "You have to do 'that'?"
"Oh this so sucks…" Perfection cast a gloomy face to the ground. "Can't I just bake you some nice cookies instead?"
"No…" DM smiled, "Go do it on the front lawn now."
"You can't make me!" Perfection yelled as he ran off down the hall way.
"I can too!" DM shouted as he gave chase.
The two Scions were so involved in their own little preoccupation that they completely ignored Wraith, Astral, Maven and Karma sitting at the kitchen table. The other four Scions weren't busy doing anything, but they were slightly surprised by the sudden eruption from DM.
"What's with those two now?" Maven grumbled over his coffee.
"Well we aren't covered in food so it has to be a bet that Perfection doesn't want to own up to." Astral smiled.
"Must have been a game of skill then." Maven grinned.
"More than likely one of their Dragon Ball Z fighting games." Wraith sighed. "And if that's the case, I already know how this is going to turn out."
"Oh?" Astral raised an eyebrow, "How's it gonna turn out?"
"Everybody's going to end up doing the single most stupid dance ever created."
"What?" Astral nearly shot milk out of his nose. "I can't imagine Perfection purposely doing a stupid dance."
"What's this dance called?" Karma asked.
"It's called…"
"MAKE WAY FOR THE RECOOMED!" Perfection shouted as he dove over the table and through the kitchen window.
"Yup, that'd be it." Wraith sighed.
"Get back here!" DM popped his head out of the window and shouted down. "And own up like a man"
"I'm not a man!" Perfection warped into his energy form, "I am a Scion!"
"Own up or I release 'the pictures'." DM threatened.
A gasp was heard from below before Perfection responded, "All right you win…"
"Ha-ha!" DM declared his victory.
Then an odd tune began to play from nowhere.
"Oh no…" Wraith groaned as the tune began to speed up.
"What is it?" Karma asked as she bobbed her head to the rhythm.
"It's that damn song…" Wraith continued to groan as the others kept bobbing there heads. He went to the window and pointed to the JOEs and Misfits that were gathering outside.
"It's what song?" Karma asked, Wraith heard her voice go high.
"Oh no, not you too." Wraith backed away quickly as Perfection's voice picked up from outside.
"It's the Recoome
and it's coming live
It's got its own brand of jive,
its rhythm and stride."
Then Arcade took the reigns of the songs as he mysteriously knew the lyrics and sung them proudly in a deep baritone voice..
"Have no fear
Everything you need is right here.
You see it's just a little shake to the left and the right
With your feet planted firm and tight"
The Stanley warped into the Mask and showed off his own skills as he danced around the gathering crowd using the method described.
"Of course that's not all
Next; raise your hand s high
Then alternate, that's right alternate
Just make sure she don't faint!"
Perfection dodged over Wanda and proceeded to do the Recoome, she immediately fainted and Perfection caught her. Then the Mask contuned;
"Uh-oh, too late.
But never fret,
It's not over yet,
There's still too much to doooooo!"
Then out came Wraith, and as much as he tried to fight it he could not resist the power of the song.
"You see this song has a dark power,
Every time it's heard
The world grows a little dourer
All because of
This blasted song's powerer!
Then in tangoed Perfection and Wanda, each decked out in red sparkling dress clothes, and Wanda began to sing as if she were possessed.
"But don't despair,
Once you're in its grasp
Everything is quite clear,
It's all about the…
Then the entire base joined in a strange united song and dance number that had Hawk and the higher ranking Joes in a synchronized swimming routine, Cover Girl and the other JOE women were doing a massive can-can dance while everyone else did the conga with the Mask, it had Karma and Wraith doing a tap-dancing routine, Astral break dancing with Maven and Xi and Arcade were doing the "Egyptian"; but all of them were doing the Recoome as well. And they sang as one too.
"A shift of the hips
Those crazy,
Power trips
The arms that go up
The Arms that go down,
The moves
That send'em
Goin' Round and round!
It's THE REEEECCOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEE!
When the music stopped and everyone had a good laugh, Wraith noticed a blue ghost not far from the scene. The small specter looked terrified and all together frightened by what he had just seen. Of course it didn't help much that this ghost was Wraith's younger brother.
"You did not just see that." Wraith groaned.
"What in the unholy flames of HELL was that display of complete fruit-tastic display of one sided homo-erotica?" The Blue ghost asked.
"That's the power of the Recoome." Perfection smiled as he came over. "Hi L.B."
"Hello special friend number one, I'm doing fine and how are you today?" L.B. patronized the Scion.
"I'm doing fine." Perfection said right before a bright light distracted him.
"You realize, he's the only one you could ever get away with doing that too, right?" Wraith asked with a smile.
"Why do you think I do it so often?" L.B. snorted. "So what did you need me for?"
"Two things; first I need you to keep any sort of weird fanatical people away from my new investment and yes that includes environmentalists." Wraith watched his brother's eyes form a happy smile. "Then I need you to keep an eye on this Stryker guy, he rubs me the wrong way and I can't be near him or I might make a mistake, if you get my drift."
"Right, he tried to have someone you like taken out." L.B. looked over the folder Wraith had handed him. "So, I take it I can't kill him, right?"
"No, we need him alive in this world." Wraith had a warning tone. "And whatever you do, do not, I repeat do not ask our father for help."
"OK, no problem." L.B. said as he tucked the folder into his ghostly robes. "I take it you got a room for me in that multi-story log-cabin?"
"Top floor, last room on the left." Wraith said as he tossed his younger sibling a keychain. "Feel free to raid the mini-bar; it all goes to Senator Kelly anyway."
"Hehehehe…" L.B. snickered, "You always find the worst ways to torture politicians."
"I'd say its part of the job, but it'd be a lie." Wraith smiled back at his younger brother as he tousled L.B.'s ghostly head.
"Hey watch it." L.B. snapped. "So when do I start?"
"Two day, take a load off 'till then, but steer clear of the triplets." Wraith warned.
"Triplets?"
"Yeah, remember my raving lunatic fan in PlaneWorld?" Wraith winced at the memories.
"Yeah." L.B. knew to well of whom Wraith spoke of.
"If they decide you're cute, they would make her seem like a comatose patient with Alzheimer's." Wraith smiled as his brother completely freaked out. "Well, I'll be seeing you later then. Have fun."
"I should have been a Buddhist." L.B. mumbled as he carefully observed his surroundings, "At least they get a chance to die when they're captured."
