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NOTE: Lala should've snapped Eugene's neck, you're right, but we got a K+ rating to maintain, and morals to pull out of our butts. :P
"So... where are we going now, 'Gene?" Tom asked, hands on his hips as he walked.
Eugene fiddled with the Superabundance Location Locator 3000, as he adjusted his glasses.
While he was doing that, Kaz explained what they were doing there.
To keep it short, portals have been opening up all over the canon universes, and Kaz studied where they were going to appear next, and him, Tom and Sarah went through some at the same time, following them until they ended up in the Fanboy and Chum Chum world, where the Milky Squad was then.
"What a flippin' happenstance, dude." Peyton responded.
"You guys could've never found us."
Kaz shrugged.
"Yeah, but the plot demanded us to join you guys, so I guess we're even."
Eugene looked at the rest of the Milky Squad.
"I cannot accommodate it, because it is long, so I shall demythologize it at exhaustively to you all."
He cleared his throat.
"Beetle Bailey is an American epigrammatist cross-hatching created by cartoonist Mort Walker, disseminated retrospectively about September 4th, 1950. It is dyed-in-the-wool on a supposititious United States military organization post. In the years just before Walker's death in 2018, at age 94, it was amongst the oldest epigrammatist chronophotographs being produced by its uncounterfeited, original creator. Over the years, Mort had been assisted by many, as well as Walker's sons, Neal, Brian and Greg Walker, who are twenty-four-hour drawing the cross-hatching after his death."
Socks rolled his eyes.
"So we're going into the universe of a military comic strip. Great."
Kaz looked at Socks, looking incredulous.
"You can understand him?!" He shouted.
Socks shrugged.
"What, you can't?"
Kaz looked at Tom, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.
"Anyways, we shall have disguises." Eugene started, pulling out the (confiscated from the Confiscated Weapons Room) Representational Disguiser and Stock-in-trade Individualizer 3000.
"What does it do?" Fanboy asked, his arms hanging limply from his side.
"Basically, it changes our artstyle and bedizenment to double-harness that of the supposititious macrocosmos we have perfectively ended up in. So in this case, we will individualize our meretriciousness to that of Mort Walker's art, and all disorganizate saber-rattling uniforms, undiscriminating of the unfallaciousness that we are not saber-rattling ourselves."
Only Socks understood.
"Ah. So we're wearing military uniforms and disguising our artstyle to look like them. Perfect. Thanks, 'Gene."
Eugene nodded.
"You are irretrievably welcome."
Eugene pulled the knob on the RDASINTI3000, as the group all changed artstyles to Mort Walker's, and their clothes all changed to military uniforms.
"Aren't we all children and teenagers, though?" Sarah asked.
"The US Military won't care. Especially not this US Military." Eric responded.
The Milky Squad nodded in horror and understanding.
The ever-lazy Beetle Bailey, was lying in a hammock, relaxing, out of the way of Sgt. Snorkel, obviously avoiding work.
His best friend, Killer Diller came out of the barracks, holding a mop, sweating a bit.
He wiped his brow, looking at Beetle, unpleased.
"Beetle... for once, you should've done all the work."
Beetle yawned and stretched, looking at Killer with a big smile.
"Killer... Sarge will think I've done the work, and you've done nothing."
Killer clutched his mop in horror.
"But then he'll beat me up! I don't want to be at the receiving end of his fist, Beetle! This beautiful face is insured for 5,000 dollars!"
Beetle chuckled, pulling at Killer's mustache, making him wince.
"With that mustache? Not likely." Beetle said with a bit of good humor.
The Milky Squad arrived just outside of Camp Swampy, approaching the gates.
The guards had never seen them before, but were too shocked, and just let them in.
They looked incredulously at each other.
"They finally let an alien out of Area 52, huh?" One asked the other.
"What with the horrible memes those Redditors were doing? I'm not surprised!" The other responded.
The first person they had run into was Lt. Fuzz.
"ATTEN-HUT!" He yelled at them, saluting and puffing out his chest.
Most of the Milky Squad knew what to do, as they did the same thing.
Eric nervously saluted, sweating a bit in that Beetle Bailey comic style, as Chum Chum squealed and saluted very exuberantly.
Lt. Fuzz looked them up and down, having never seen them before, either.
"Carry on."
The Milky Squad walked further into the camp, as Lt. Fuzz looked more confused then anything.
"My god, they're letting zoomers in here." He mumbled to himself.
Lala was complaining about the miniskirt she was wearing.
"This skirt is too short! I feel naked! It's so... oddly tiny, and I feel oddly sexualized, lun!"
Socks nodded, agreeing with her statement.
"I feel like a dressup doll, for God's sakes!" Lala shouted.
Killer watched them pass by, as he looked at them.
Especially at Lala's legs in those stockings.
Lala noticed, and slammed him against the barracks wall, making Killer choke on the breath he was breathing.
"I'm fourteen, you creep!" She yelled, antennae coming threateningly at him.
Killer raised up his hands in defense.
"I'm so sorry, I thought you were at least 20!"
Beetle looked at Killer, then at Lala.
"Isn't she a little... young to be in the military?" Beetle asked Killer.
"I mean, she's 14 and all..."
Killer looked disgusted.
"Whatever! I'm not a pedophile! Screw that!"
Killer wiggled out of her grip, and ran off.
Lala raised her eyebrows in confusion, then looked at Beetle.
"Has this... happened before?"
Beetle nodded.
"Nothing past flirting, but yes."
Lala's antennae drooped.
"My god, this world is screwed up..."
Kaz and Eric went off to the northern end of the camp, trying to find people to recruit into the Milky Squad from this world.
Suddenly, they heard shouting coming from the barracks nearby, as Kaz looked over.
They saw a heavy man beating up an older man in the barracks, shouting at him, while the older man was pleading that he had a wife.
Kaz tapped Eric's shoulder, as the two watched in horror.
This brought back horrible memories of the Sidekick Academy for Eric, and being bullied at school for Kaz.
Suddenly, the man, a certain Sgt. Orville Snorkel, walked out from the barracks, and stomped his foot, shouting at the two.
"What do you think you're doing, privates? Go off and clean your barracks!"
Eric and Kaz nervously nodded, sweating off plewds.
"NOW!" Sgt. Snorkel demanded, as the two grabbed their hats and ran.
Sgt. Snorkel stomped off in Beetle and Lala's direction, as the two continued running off to their barracks.
Lala was talking to Beetle, as Beetle had just decided to join the Milky Squad.
Socks and Peyton were having a picnic nearby, talking to each other about their problems.
When suddenly...
Lala shrieked as she narrowly avoided getting pummeled by the raging Sgt. Snorkel, as Socks and Peyton rolled down the hill by the sound of Sgt. Snorkel's angry screams, yelling in fear.
"Lala!" Beetle shouted, as he, too, also narrowly avoided being pummeled by Sgt. Snorkel.
Sgt. Snorkel glared at Lala, staring her down, looking in her pockets, making Lala feel very uncomfortable.
She gasped as he took out her Star Colour Pendant and Star Colour Pen from her pocket, and looked at them angrily.
He then looked at her, steam coming out of his ears.
Who was going to save her now, if she couldn't save herself?
As Socks and Peyton rolled down the hill, Socks was screaming really loudly.
And so was Peyton.
But Socks was screaming louder.
But Peyton took the cake for shrillness.
Socks hugged Peyton tightly, as he cried out in pain and fear, causing Peyton to feel like...
He was in love.
Peyton bumped his head purposefully into Socks' forehead, as Socks yelped in more pain.
Peyton, feeling a little frisky, snuck in a kiss, as the two landed at the bottom of the hill.
Socks blushed, feeling a little hot and heavy in the cheeks by Peyton kissing him.
"I... don't know how to feel about this, Peyt."
Peyton blushed in response, as he touched Socks' binded chest.
"Dude, did we just fall in love?"
END CHAPTER SIX
Next time on "Milky Squad Adventures"...
Eugene pounded a fist on his open hand.
"It's notwithstandingly time for justice!"
Eric's glasses shone menacingly, as Fanboy and Chum Chum stood by the two's sides.
"Yeah, for Beetle Bailey!"
[SPECIAL 'CREDITS' CUE - CIRCLE IN THE SAND - BELINDA CARLISLE]