Title: Cyborg Nancy Debut!

In the heart of the wicked interior of Bandora's Palace on the moon, an unsettling silence blanketed the dimly lit room where shadows danced across towering stone walls. Cracked mirrors reflected glimmers of flame from the torches, illuminating a grotesque scene: the realm of Rita Repulsa (Witch Bandora) snuffing up a speck of adrenochrome as usual. Tonight, an unusual meeting was to take place...

Nancy Francois, a druggie prostitute and runaway solitary confinement prisoner from Florida, stood tall and resolute beneath the vaulted ceilings, the weight of blue eyeshadow and crooked teeth not weighing down her heart made of Satan's blood. She and Rita's minions had a junk food feast of Taco Bell chalupas with bean cheese burritos, whose flatulence and putrid stenches could kill an elephant. She had read tales of Rita's legendary prowess in arcane transformations—turning ordinary beings into fearsome warriors through machinery and magic. With an audacious plan hidden behind her composed visage, she awaited the arrival of the dark sorceress and her infamous kiddie-kidnapper clown aide, Screwball. Screwball helped brainwash Jacque Pierre Francois into running over Feebee. Earlier, Rita's minions, Grifforzer and Pleprechaun, killed Jacque and revived him as a killer cyborg after replacing his brain with a computer during cybernetic surgery.

The Taco Bell stink-fest feast was enjoyed by the crowd, including frightening yet whimsical Grifforzer, the cunning Lami, and the mischievous Pleprechaun. Lami was busy reading tarot cards at the dining table (and finding the right Tarot card magic spells to sacrifice children with.)

"Ah, Nancy! Welcome," Rita crowed, her voice an enchanting melody laced with menace. "I hope your intentions are as striking as your beautiful face..."

Nancy swallowed hard but held her ground. "I love you Rita Repulsa... I am here to seek your expertise... I want to be transformed into... the ULTIMATE KILLER CYBORG! Then I can slay Jeffy and all my opponents..."

Screwball the Clown, an eccentric figure draped in garish colors, interrupted with an impatient bounce. "And me too! I want an upgrade, something that'll make my clowning truly terrifying! I'll be a silver hefty cyborg known as... MONSTER!" He struck a dramatic pose, which was met with an eye-roll from Lami.

"And I want a huge heavyweight mace, super punch abilities, super strength, bullet cannons on my chest and in my arms and more! And give me a dinosaur-like killer-cyborg sidekick named Juo!"

Rita's eyes glimmered with intrigue. "YES!!! Wonderful ideas to expand my glorious Luciferian empire..." She gestured for Nancy to elaborate. "What do YOU want us to give you, Nancy?"

"First," Nancy began, her voice gaining momentum, "I want to become a cyborg. I need fingertip bullet launchers, a laser blaster arm, a robotic eye, and an artificial heart. I want the strength to claim my life back if someone's shoots me in the heart. And give me a spinning propeller-like laser beam blaster on my chest too, so my chest can blow stuff up..."

"Wonderful," Rita scoffed, crossing her arms while tapping her chin. "You wanna join our Rita Repulsa empire?"

"Yeah, I want to join forces with you," Nancy countered, the gravity in her tone deepening. "Imagine the havoc we could wreak together… all the children we'd sacrifice, all those pesky rangers and robots we'd take out... And I'm not the only one. Screwball and I can help transform Earth into a planet of DEATH for the glory of Satan!"

"And give me a clown flower..." Screwball added. "A clown flower that squirts out acidic, corrosive foam from the pits of Tartarus."

"Yes!" The villains agreed.

The room fell silent, the only sound being the crackling of torches. Rita's expression transformed from skepticism into calculating curiosity. She glanced at Lami, the mischievous creature who took pleasure in twisting magic into reality.

"What do you think, team?" Rita's voice held the weight of authority. "A human and a clown turning into cybernetic nightmares sounds… amusing."

Grifforzer shuffled forward, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "I could lead the project! I have various technologies gathered from the 999 worlds we've destroyed with the help of the Zone empire and the Vulgire. They shall be merely puppets on our strings!"

Nancy felt a rush of hope surge within her. "And… our clones! They will be our strategic advantage! Even when our putty golems give out... We can unleash an army of formidable Nancy and Screwball replicas to lay claim to any landscape we desire.

And Lami laughed, adding "We (Bandora Empire) cloned all the fallen Zone Empire members such as Dongoros, Garoa, Billion, Chevalier, Doldora, Medou, and the others..."

Bookback cheerfully mulled over the proposal. "Clones… Intriguing. With the proper tarot card witchcraft spells and surgical machinery, I suppose we could create endless doppelgängers of you both."

"Then it's settled!" Nancy exclaimed, excitement tense in her voice. "Tonight, we make the future ours! I'll murder my defective son Jeffy and get filthy RICH!!! Richer than Elon Musk! I'll be the daughter of Queen Rita Repulsa!"

As night draped itself around Bandora's Palace, the flickering lights cast long shadows over the sinister laboratory where Nancy and Screwball lay shrouded in the mists of anesthesia, unconscious of the sweeping changes about to seize their lives. The air danced with an electric hum, misty colorful surgical optics, tinged with the smell of burnt circuits and curling parchment by Rita's finest surgeons.

Rita's minions flurried about the lab with surgical precision—Grifforzer directing cables while Lami poured bubbling concoctions into jars, and Pleprechaun animatedly skittering about, ensuring everything was ready for the transformation. Soft rhythmic machines beeped and whirred while the dark princess hovered near, eyes sparking with ravenous ambition.

When dawn unfurled its golden wings, two figures awoke within the sterile chamber, light spilling over their transformed bodies: Nancy blinked, adjusting to the reality of her new vision—a metallic eye whirred as it updated her surroundings, sharp and clear, revealing every detail. Her arm felt different; she flexed, feeling the pistons and circuits of the laser blaster within. As her gaze traveled down, she gasped softly at the sight of a mechanical heart pulsating rhythmically in her chest—powerful, alive.

She wasn't merely transformed; she had evolved.

Screwball, now clad in a shimmering silver exosuit with glimmering spikes protruding from his arms, felt the surge of strength course through him. "YAY! Im finally Monster!" he roared, his laughter echoing with a newfound aural depth. He swung his mace with confidence, feeling a rush as it whirred through the air.

A dinosaur-like killer-cyborg sidekick named Juo suddenly walked in, giving Monster a hug and smooching like Valentine's day. "Monster!" I haven't seen you since 84' when those multicolored Bioman rangers destroyed us..."

"Great news Juo," Monster replied. "I'm the resurrected Monster, made from Screwball's body, and Screwball was secretly cloned from Goodman. We'll never depart..." They kept hugging and giving each other kisses as if at a wedding ceremony.

Nancy turned, a grin spreading across her visage. "We're ready for war! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Thunder bolts and lightning simultaneously occurred during her evil laughter. Nancy looked like Cyborg Mazenda from "Choujuu Sentai Liveman", circa 1988 AD.

As they stood there, clad in their cybernetic avatars, the shadows of Bandora's Palace echoed with laughter and malice. The plot began to unfold—a terrifying alliance between witch and human, clown and cyborg, to spark chaos across the realms of SML.

To be continued…