|| Here we have chapter 4 of Pop Fizz... of DOOM! AKA "the part where best Skylander sings for the first and only time in this series". ||

Chapter Four

Sharpfin's ship stormed through the airs around Kastle Kaos. "So let me get this straight," Sharpfin said. "Pop Fizz kidnapped Spyro, Gill and Trigg and took them here because he's evil now?"

"Basically," Jet-Vac replied.

"The mission is to go in, find Spyro and get out," Cynder said.

Slam folded his first pair of arms and leaned against the ship with his second. "Uh, what about our little buddy Pop Fizz?" he asked.

Cynder growled and stared at the ground. "He's turned to the dark side," she muttered. "He's dead to me."

Jet and Slam exchanged glances, then Slam scowled and said, "You were on the dark side too, y'know. And ya still would be if it weren't for Spyro."

Jet nervously looked up at him. "Slam-Bam, leave her alone."

"No," Slam growled. "We accepted you," he continued. "and I think you owe it to Pop Fizz to do the same."

Cynder glared at him. "Only if he comes back." She disappeared into the ground and dashed away.

Jet and Slam watched as she left. Jet sighed. "You need be careful around her."

Slam snorted. "Whatever."

"Jet-Vac, you should search for an entry point," Sharpfin instructed.

Jet nodded and put on his visor. "Alright," he replied, hopping over the rail and taking off. "And leave Cynder alone, Slam Bam!"

Slam groaned.

Jet flew around the castle, careful to not be detected. "There must be something... ah-ha!" He flew over to what appeared to be a jail cell window. He tugged on the bars, but couldn't get it open. "Ugh, I can't..." He grumbled and flew back up to the ship. "Slam! I found an entrance, but I can't get it open! Could you-"

"Incoming!"

Slam leaped off the ship and grabbed hold of the iron bars and gave a good pull. It came right off... and Slam Bam came plummeting to his doom.

"Slam Bam!" Jet dived downward and grabbed Slam's upper left hand, but being kinda weak, his grip loosened and the yeti was falling again. "Slam!"

"Coming through!" Jet stumbled as Cynder stormed past him and pulled Slam back up. She came back up and the Sky Barron watched her throw Slam through the now open jail window. "Sharpfin is circling the building so he can pick us up when we come out."

"Alright," Jet-Vac replied. The two slipped through the window after Slam and found them selves in an empty cell with the door wide open.

"Empty..." Slam said.

Cynder was already walking out the door. "Come on. Let's find Spyro and the others and get out."

"You're still removing Pop Fizz from the equation!" Slam exclaimed as he and Jet followed her away.

"Since when do you know anything about math?" Jet questioned.

Cynder skidded to a halt and the boys crashed into each other. "Why'd we stop?" Slam asked.

"Cameras," Cynder whispered. She pointed and the boys looked up.

"How do we get rid of them?" Jet questioned.

"I'll take care of it." Cynder dematerialized into a shadow and slid across the hall. As she did so, several ghosts floated up and covered the camera lenses. Slam and Jet applauded when she reappeared.

"Bravo!" Jet praised.

"I don't see why we couldn't have destroyed them, but cool plan!" Slam added.

"If they were linked to an alarm, destroying them would have set it off," Cynder replied. "We can't take any chances. Now let's go."

"Thirty-six bottles of soda on the wall, thirty-six bottles of soda... you take one down, pass it around, thirty-five bottles of soda on the wall..."

Stealth Elf sat flimsily in a prison cell. Her legs and right arm were chained to the wall, and her left arm was clumsily and unaffectedly bandaged.

"Thirty-five bottles of soda on the wall, thirty-five bottles of soda... you take one down, pass it around... ugh... where did I even learn that song...? Huh...?"

Cynder and Slam Bam dashed past the cell, but Jet-Vac skidded to a halt in front of it. He peered past the bars. "Stealth Elf?" Cynder and Slam backtracked to where he was.

"Oh my god!" Slam exclaimed.

"Slam Bam, open the door!" Cynder instructed.

Slam Bam pulled the door off of the hinges and nervously leaned it against the wall as Cynder and Jet rushed into the cell. "Cynder and Jet-Vac...?" Stealth questioned.

"What happened?!" Jet asked. Slam cautiously walked into the cell.

Stealth glanced at her injured arm, which Cynder examined. "Your arm again..." Stealth nodded. "Who did this?"

"Pop Fizz..." Stealth replied.

"You've got to be kidding!" Slam cried.

Stealth shook her head. "He... he had a potion that taught him ninjitsu... and turned his fur green..."

Cynder was adjusting the bandages on the elf's arm. "I don't think there's much we can do about this right now. Sorry Stealth Elf."

"It's fine..."

"This isn't good..." Jet said. "What do we do now?"

Stealth coughed and the attention turned back to her. "Pop Fizz monologged his plan to me... if you wanna hear it..."

The others exchanged glances and nodded. "Tell us," Slam demanded.

"Please," Jet added, casting a glare at the yeti.

Stealth sighed. "He's... developed a potion that... that will transform anyone into... a beast form... like his own..." She coughed again. "...and brainwash them..."

There was gasping. "What?" Cynder growled.

Stealth paused. "I need a nap..."

"Keep going! Keep going!" Slam encouraged.

"He took Camo and the others... to a place called the 'testing chamber'... that's why he's capturing Skylanders... he wants to make... an army..."

"This is very not good!" Jet cried.

"What a creep..." Cynder grumbled.

"Why are you down here?" Slam asked.

Stealth closed her eyes for a moment. "If I don't take off the mask..." she replied. "he can't make me drink the potion... I'm of no use to him, so he put me down here..."

There was silence for a moment, then Jet-Vac spoke up. "We have to stop him," he declared. "This isn't just a rescue mission anymore."

"Yeah it is," Slam protested. "Is a mission to rescue all of Skylands!"

"...again," Cynder sighed. "We have to get a move on. There's no time to waste."

"Right!" the boys chorused, and the three dashed away without a second thought.

"Thanks for the information, Stealth!" Slam called.

"H-Hey!" Stealth exclaimed. "Could you guys... get me out of here...?" Too late. They were already gone. She groaned. "Thirty-four bottles of soda on the wall..."

Jet-Vac poked his head around a corner and looked around. "So, what's the plan?" Slam asked.

"I'm still thinking..." Cynder replied.

"Well, we need something," Jet said.

Slam stood up and cracked his knuckled. "Alright, I'm goin' in."

"You're what?!" Jet exclaimed.

"You have a plan?" Cynder questioned.

Slam shrugged. "Eh, not really a plan, but better than sitting around doing nothing." He leaped around the corner and exclaimed, "Yo, Pop Fizz! We're down here!" Jet shrieked and Cynder facepalmed.

There was silence after that, and the three stood in waiting. "Huh..." Slam muttered. "Nothing..."

Then an alarm went off.

"Damn it, Slam Bam..." Cynder growled.

"What? I thought we wanted to get his attention!"

"Ah-HA! I was wondering when you fools would show up!"

The trio looked up to see Pop Fizz dashing up to a ledge. "Here comes the parade..." Slam snickered.

"It's about time you showed your ugly face..." Cynder growled.

"Um, aren't you the one who was complaining about Slam insulting him?" Jet pointed out. Cynder glared at him and he yelped.

"I figured you would come and stop me..." Fizz said with a dark tone. "That's why I'm prepared." He snickered. "I suppose you want to hear my plan, eh?"

"We already know yer stupid plan," Slam called.

"Yes!" Jet exclaimed. "Stealth Elf told us everything!"

Fizz grumbled. "Should've evilized her..."

"We're not letting you get away with this," Cynder declared.

Fizz chuckled. "Oh, but there's nothing you can do to stop me!" he laughed. "I've already perfected my Ultimate Soda of Ultimate Evil DOOM!" The others gave him a weird look. "...and I've got a surprise for you." The gremlin pulled out a light blue potion and gave them a toothy grin as he shook it. He gulped it down and sighed. "That one tastes a lot better! Let's just hope it works..."

"Uh, how about we don't?" Jet-Vac called.

Pop Fizz growled and fur began to change a lighter shade of blue. "There's a reason I resigned." He clenched his teeth as a chunk of flesh bulged just below his right arm. The Skylanders cringed as it formed into a third arm.

"Gaaaah!" Slam Bam exclaimed. "That's all kinds of screwed up!"

Fizz cackled wickedly as a fourth arm grew out below his left. "Time to teach you twerps a lesson! Open the cages!"

Powerful light covered the room, revealing it to be some sort of arena. Then nothing happened. Quiet. The Skylanders looked to be extremely confused. Pop Fizz roared."Glumshanks! Open the damn cages!"

There was a loud CRANK and the three gates in the arena raised up. A low growl filled the area and Jet hid behind Cynder, who rolled her eyes. "This doesn't look good..." Slam mumbled.

Several pairs of glowing eyes flashed in the shadows. Pop Fizz snickered. "Maybe for you..." Then the figures in the shadows began to slowly step out into the light.

Trigger Happy, Gill Grunt, Camo, Zoo Lou, Bumble Blast, and several other Skylanders, changed into a form like Fizz's Beast Form.

"Well, damn," Slam growled.

Jet's jaw dropped and he started stuttering nervously. "I-I-I don't even k-know w-what is this?!"

Cynder smacked him. "Snap out of it!" she exclaimed, tugging him forward. "You and I can take care of this. Let's go."

Fizz leaped down from the ledge he had been standing on. "Looks like it's you and me, Slam Bam!"

Slam snarled. "Yeah. Let's get this over with."

Fizz grinned, then charged forward at him. "You're toast!"

|| This story is so stupid. I can't believe I wrote this.

...

Actually, yes, I can. ||