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Chapter 4: Stealing the Fanfictional Show! P Squad Unite!

Do you find me backbreaking yet? I am, in fact, this story's villain, and I will deteriorate the fans of these fandoms all that I want.

I am a scientist, primitively and foremost. I appropriate twentieth-century straight-thinking tools of beyond the twentieth-century to appropriate the fanfictional multiverse in my own way, but I have only just started now.

And I shall exterminate your precisianistic Precure.

Does anyone communicate about Chaotic anymore? I, Eugene Meltsner, shall exterminate them too.

And honestly, only four consanguinean beings communicate about Mission: Magic!, anymore.

No one distinguishable will commemorate Socks when I exterminate him, especially.

When she's watchin' me with those eeeeyeees~

Mwehehe.

The P Squad was talking amongst themselves as they travelled to the next universe.

"Oyo, I absolutely hate our team name, Peyton." Lala stated, very dismayed by them being called the P Squad.

"Eric's right... It sounds like a bathroom thing, lun."

Peyton nodded, while Lala cringed.

"We'll use this on a trail basis, dudette." Peyton responded.

"If any villain mocks us for using it, we will change it after the fact."

He then looked at the "camera", quirking an eyebrow.

"After all, there's worse team names in fanfiction, is there not?"

Socks shrugged.

"Nah, P Squad's pretty bad, not gonna lie."

Eric was more angry about Peyton breaking the fourth wall.

"Nnnnnrrrrggggh..." Eric rolled his eyes in dismay, grinding his teeth.

"Okay, enough joking around, guys!" Lala yelled in a shrill way.

"Our next world is... I don't know! But it's something, and we better be ready for it!"

Socks, Peyton and Eric nodded.

"Onwards, P Squad!" She pointed towards the way they were walking, as she cringed slightly by saying the team name.

"Onwards to the next world, lun!"

The three boys nodded.

"Right!"

"We should really change that team name..." Lala grumbled under her breath.

Eugene had stepped foot in Galaxy Hills before the P Squad had even arrived yet.

"Hmn... A brightly coloured, cartoonishly sensationalistic looking world. Let's discountenance it! Constance shall be proud!"

Connie would definitely not be proud, but Eugene was so caught up in his mission to spread God's word by destruction, that he basically had a stick up his pooper, and couldn't get it out without a wake up call.

But anyways.

"Maybe I shall misappropriate everyone's substantialness and fortune, so that my own indeterminateness may naturalize superexcellent vast fortune on my own, and I shall procrastinate more influentialness with my recently superexcellent brobdingnagian indeterminateness myself!"

Translation: He's gonna scam everyone out of their money and become uber rich.

What a butt.

The P Squad had stepped foot in Galaxy Hills, and were ready to recruit any new members that were interested in their team.

And they had stepped foot outside of the Frosty Freezie Freeze Mart, where the stars of this world had just come out, with the mart's signature drink, after annoying the retail workers of the place for hours.

Eric was the only one who knew where they were.

"Hey!" He said, smiling, alerting the other three members.

"Guess we're the P Squad but Awesome, now, huh?"

Socks knew how stupid the joke was, and cringed.

"Shuuuuut uuuuuup. Our team name is already bad enough..."

Fanboy and Chum Chum, as the stars of this world were called, passed by the four, but then paused.

"Chum Chum." Fanboy's eyes bugged out.

"What, Fanboy?" Chum Chum asked, confused by Fanboy saying his name in such a tone.

"There's an alien around here."

Lala facepalmed.

"Oyo..."

Fanboy stood up, and looked around.

"I heard a weird noise..." He started, before spotting Lala.

Lala sweated nervously, as Eric, Peyton and Socks crowded protectively around her.

"Hi, Alien!" Fanboy waved, before grabbing one of Lala's antennae roughly, as Lala shocked him in response.

Fanboy just laughed.

Peyton was very mad.

Like...

VERY mad.

"You little brat-"

Socks and Eric held him back, as Lala walked over, pushing them out of the way, and knelt down to Fanboy and Chum Chum.

"Can you kids be a little nicer, oyo? You just don't grab someone's antennae like that, what if you broke them?"

Fanboy looked up with a sad face, as Chum Chum seemed about to cry.

"We're sorry, miss Alien."

Lala smiled slightly.

"It's Lala, actually, lun. And who may you two be?"

Fanboy somehow popped back into a good mood.

"We're Fanboy and Chum Chum! Protectors of Galaxy Hills!"

Fanboy raised a finger, doing a little "dadatada!" as Chum Chum clapped his hands and squeed.

Lala smiled.

"Charming."

She was being genuine.

In the morning, Kaz had gone onto Chaotic, and realized Peyton wasn't there... but Sarah and Tom were.

"Hey, Tom. Do you know where Peyton is?" He asked the two.

"He's usually always online, and I'm really worried about him."

Tom nodded.

"Yeah, he seemed really depressed when he logged off last time, so I'm hoping nothing bad happened to him..."

Sarah raised her eyebrows.

"Think we should search for him?"

Kaz shrugged.

"I don't know... we live in San Francisco, you live in Texas, and he lives in New York. We're at opposite ends of the country, how will we all search for him?"

Sarah nodded, then paused.

"I have an idea."

The P Squad had recruited both Fanboy and Chum Chum into their team, but with much giggling from the two children.

"We're in the Poopie Squad!" Fanboy chirped happily, squealing a bit.

"Not the Poopie Squad." Socks reminded him.

"Then what does the P stand for?" Chum Chum asked innocently.

Peyton frowned.

"It stands for my name, dude. Peyton."

Fanboy stuck his tongue out.

"I dunno, Poopie Squad is funnier."

Peyton threw his hands down in anger.

"It's not the flippin' Poopie Squad, dude!"

Before Fanboy and Chum Chum could react, however...

"Halt, unangelical threat! I, Eugene Meltsner, shall exterminate the evils that disadvantage the uncircumscribed fanfictional universe, starting with you! And I shall do with my incomprehensible plenipotentiary powers suppositited to me by believing in God Himself!"

The P Squad paused.

And Lala mouthed "Who is this loon?" to Socks, as Socks just raised his eyebrows in response.

"Some Christian with a stick up his ass, I dunno." He mouthed back.

Eugene continued.

"I do not impecunize your name, but it is great to familiarize these well intentions! So, evildoers, what are your names, before I exterminate you in the name of the double-barreled fists of God?"

"We call ourselves the P Squad." Peyton stated, approaching Eugene with authoritativeness, and a strong, leader-like voice.

"The Urine Squadron?!" Eugene shouted, howling with laughter.

"That's not what I mean-" Peyton started, trying to take himself still very seriously.

Socks stared at Peyton.

"Yeah, should've called ourselves something different."

Lala suddenly shoved the boys all out of the way, as she transformed into Cure Milky and did her speech and pose.

"Now... let's go!" She shouted to Eugene, who seemed to not be scared of her at all.

"One on one! Come at me, lun!"

Peyton got up from the ground.

"Think we should've called ourselves the Milky Squad?"

Socks frowned.

"That could also be made fun of, Pey."

"Whatever, Lala's taken herself up as our leader, dude! It's our best shot!"

Eric looked at Fanboy and Chum Chum.

"Where'd you get the popcorn?"

Fanboy and Chum Chum pulled at their underwear and snapped it.

Eric cringed.

"I shouldn't have asked."

END CHAPTER FOUR

Next on "P Squad Adventures..."

Eugene knelt on the ground, while Lala put one foot on his neck.

"Decontaminate me, gentlewoman of the Milk-and-water Way's light, as I have sinned. I am not a straightforward devotionalist of God, as I have said previously, and I am impecunious to repent."

Eugene looked up at her, with pleading baby blue eyes.

"Please... don't exterminate me."