Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
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Universe: Misfit-Verse
And now to the Eco-Villains
"So they have returned." Looten Plunder sat at a rounded table. His fellow eco-villains were there as well.
"After all this time…" Dr. Blight watched in awe at the center of the table. "We might just have a chance."
"A chance at what?" Sly Sludge grumbled, "This world's practices have already put most of our plans to a halt. The Eco-brats are probably gonna have to retire because we ain't gonna be doing anything to mess with any part of nature!"
"He's right, I can't even get half the stuff I used to get back when we were in our world." Verminous Skumm grumbled. "Not only do I have to put up with that but Nukem and I got this lunatic named Magneto who keeps trying to 'recruit' us for his 'war against humanity'."
"Speaking of Mr. Nukem, does anyone know where he might be?" Plunder asked as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah the dip was tried to take on this big green mutant named 'The Hulk'." Sludge smiled. "He got put through a firehouse, a police station and a bakery before he tried to run away."
"And he is located where as of now?" Plunder raised an eyebrow.
"SHIELD headquarters." Blight sighed. "And he's in lead body cast too."
"Hm…" Plunder thought for a second. "I think I can get him out, but I'll have to abandon my attempts to topple this world's crime lord for some time."
"Who cares, we need him for this." Skumm snapped. "Besides, I have nothing to do until we get a chance to wipe the eco-punks out."
"Really, I have everything going for me here…" Blight smiled.
"Of course you do, you're working for some super secret ninja organization with mutagenic chemicals. The only thing that would make it better for you is if they had a robot to keep you company at night!" Sludge shouted.
"Mmmm…" Blight smiled as if she were in a dream land. "That would be wonderful…"
"See!" Sludge pointed in accusation.
"Mr. Sludge, Ms Blights private doings are her own business." Plunder rubbed his head. "For now, I think I understand your issues as well as Mr. Skumm's. Your usual activities are now heavily guarded against, so there's nothing for you to do here."
"That's what we just said." Skumm groaned.
"Then perhaps it is time we abandoned our pointless endeavor to exploit our natural surroundings." Plunder said. "After all, if you think about it the only plans that did not involve the possibility of mass genocide were formulated by me and Dr. Blight."
"What's so wrong about that?" Skumm asked in confusion.
"We don't like being in the possibility of those killed that what!" Blight growled.
"Oh, ok. I can see your point there…" Skumm backed down. "So what are we supposed to do?"
"Well, I have an idea." Plunder smiled. "Have either of you ever given a thought about espionage?"
"Huh?" Sludge and Skumm gave each other an odd look, as if they knew their doom was at hand.
Three hours later the two former Eco-Villains were standing outside the Fisk Tower, one of the largest skyscrapers in New York.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" Skumm asked Sludge.
"Absolutely not." Sludge barked, "But what choice do we have."
"None." Skumm sighed, "But it'd be easier if we could use our rings."
"You heard Plunder, we can't tip off the Planeteers that we have the Pollution Rings back, or they might summon the eco-jerk." Sludge said as the two walked into the building.
Once inside the two villains were astounded by the massive ceiling of the first floor. Crystal chandeliers made an outline of the walkways and the front desk was decked out in the finest gold paneling.
"I think maybe I might want to back stab Plunder on this deal…" Skumm said in awe.
"That makes two of us…" Sludge's eyes grew wide as he focused on the desk clerk. To him she was a vision of absolute beauty. "I think I'm in love…"
"Huh?" Skumm looked on in confusion as he saw the desk clerk. "Sludge, she's gotta be like three hundred pounds and has a moustache."
"I know…" Sludge swooned. "What a vision of beauty."
"Oh she's a vision of something all right." Skumm rolled his eyes as they made their way to the desk.
"Hello darlin'." Sludge said in his smoothest voice. "I'm Sylvester Sludge and this is my associate Mr. Skumm to see Mr. Fisk."
"One second please." The desk clerk said with a southern drawl.
"Say, what's your name sweetie?" Sly smiled.
"I'm Robbie-Jo Dukes, nice to meet you." Robbie-Jo smiled, "You can go on up now, just remember no weapons are allowed past the first floor."
"We don't have any, dear Robbie-Jo." Sludge kept on smiling and caused Robbie-Jo to blush.
As the two villains made their way to the elevator indicated by Robbie-Jo, Skumm had to pull Sludge's attention back to their plan.
"Remember why we're here." Skumm scolded his partner. "We have to get in, get good and sabotage the living hell out this guy's projects and then get out alive."
"I know, but I suddenly don't have the heart to betray the beautiful Robbie-Jo…" Sludge sighed as the elevator came to a stop.
"Oh good, I can put my plan into action." Skumm smiled as he walked out and up to the desk where the very intimidating Wilson Fisk sat.
"You wanted to inquire about employment here?" Fisk asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes and no." Skumm said. "See I know Looten Plunder, the jack ass trying to put you out of your side business." Fisk just kept silent and nodded for Skumm to continue. "And he sent my friend and I to do some sabotage work, but the way I see it; you most likely pay better."
"Ah, treachery, I like that in my employees, providing they do not betray me." Fisk nodded in understanding.
"Well then I have good news, I won't betray you so long as I get a good paycheck." Skumm smiled.
"And what if Plunder should counter offer?" Fisk asked.
"Please, Plunder's so cheap his idea of a counter offer is a coupon for a free erotic massage." Skumm rolled his eyes.
"And your friend?" Fisk watched Sludge pick a flower's petals.
"Hopelessly in love with your desk clerk." Skumm sighed.
"Robbie-Jo?" Fisk blinked. "She's related to a Misfit you know."
"Really, one of them army mutants right?" Skumm asked.
"Correct, but I rarely encounter them so hiring her was a risk of pure minimums." Fisk smiled. "Besides, she bakes excellent brownies."
"Well ok then…" Skumm blinked. "Anyway my offer is this; I act as a double agent a throw Plunder's own monkey wrenches back into his face."
"And your friend?" Fisk asked again.
"Will remain completely oblivious as long as he stays in love-love land…" Skumm scoffed.
"It's a deal then." Fisk smiled. "How does ten-thousand a job sound to you?"
Skumm passed out at hearing such a large number.
"What in the world?" Fisk blinked. "What did they pay this poor man in; bread crumbs?"
Meanwhile at SHIELD headquarters Nick Fury was bust watching over the interrogation of Duke Nukem. Apparently the government was concerned about the new villains the last Chaos Spark had brought in and they were not about to take any chances with false information so Fury had a specialist brought in.
"All right now…" Daria grinned as she pulled out a curling iron. "We're going to play beauty shop with you until you tell us everything you know about your friends."
"Oh please, three little grls against me, that's laughable!" Nukem rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Hey you're the one in the lead body cast." Brittany said. "Remember dofus, you tried to play with the Hulk and lost."
"The who?" Nukem asked.
"He doesn't remember!" Quinn giggled. "This is gonna be fun!"
"Yup it is!" Daria squealed.
"Come on in Mr. Banner!" Brittany said.
"Banner?" Nukem asked, "That name I remember…"
"You should, when he get made he turns into our favorite friend; The Hulk." Daria laughed.
"Yeah, but he's Scout-Boy now so he won't kill you, just horribly maim you. Again." Quinn laughed.
"Again?" Nukem asked as he got his second look of Bruce Banner, whose eyes were glowing green. "OH CRAAAAAAAAP!" Duke screeched before he soiled himself and passed out.
"Ok girls I think that was a bit too much." Fury said over a loudspeaker. "Now turn that blasted TV off, that recording of Banner gives me the creeps."
"Awww…" Trinity said all as one. "Ok…"
In the Shredder's office building though things were getting even more bizarre as Mr. Sinister had lost track of his newest associate. He had tried to locate Dr. Blight all over and could not figure out where she was hiding.
"Dr. Stockman." Sinister poked his head into Stockman's lab. "Have you seen Dr. Blight at all?"
"I'm afraid not." Stockman popped up with a large magnifying glass hanging from his head near his eye. "Why, did she take some of your materials as well?"
"Materials? No I don't think so." Sinister said. "She took some of your stuff?"
"Yes, really just some odds and ends I didn't need anymore, but I wish she would have asked at least." Stockman said as the plate was welding caught fire. "AH! Fire extinguisher, fire extinguisher!"
"Where could she me?" Sinister asked himself as he passed Rocksteady and Bebop, both of whom looked as though they had seen a ghost.
"So… weird…" Bebop muttered.
"I want to go back to Mother Africa…" Rocksteady was almost to tears.
"What's wrong with you two now?" Sinister groaned.
"You know how you asked us if we saw Dr. Blight, well we found her…" Rocksteady groaned.
"Yeah, and she was building an anatomically correct Data from Star Trek!" Bebop shuddered.
"What?" Sinister's face took a look of utter confusion for the first time in his life. "You're joking right?"
"I wish they were…" Shredder came walking past; his face was as pale as an egg. "But now she's mounting it."
"I need to have a talk with her, don't I?" Sinister groaned.
"Yes, please do." Shredder said as he continued to walk on by.
AN: If you don't know, the whole "Data" thing is an homage to an episode that further pushed the idea that BLight had a robot fetish. Don't worry about Duke he'll be free soon... mwahahahahaha...
