Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein do not, for the most part, belong to me. The Animorphs rightfully belong to K.A. Applegate and Michael Grant, and Teknoman / Tekkaman Blade belongs to Tatsunoko Productions; the English dub whose names I'm using for the characters belongs to Disney, however, which has yet to stop being funny to me.
Teknomorphs: 6
Adventures in Prehistory
It was a stupid mission, that's the first thing Marco would have said about it. It was also his stupid mission, Marco also being the one who had planned it in the first place. The mission itself was relatively simple in principle: to rescue a submarine crew that had been stranded under the ocean.
It was, however, not as simple in execution as it had been in the planning stages. The eight Animorphs were standing on soggy beach sand, looking out over the water. Or, at least that's what most of them were doing. Jake was looking around the beach, to make sure that there was no one who could possibly see them.
"Well, I think it's reasonably safe to assume that we'll have privacy while we morph," Jake said, after finishing his surveillance.
"What are we going to do about our clothes and shoes?" Cassie asked practically, knowing that there wasn't any way for her or any of the other Animorphs to carry their bulky normal clothing with them when they morphed.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again," Marco said. "We have got to find some way to coordinate these morphing outfits. I mean, do you guys think anybody would put us in a comic book, with the way we're all dressed? We're a disgrace to super-hero kind. We look like the Clampetts."
"The who?" Cassie asked.
"You know, the Beverly Hillbillies."
Shara snorted, then started to laugh.
"What? What's so funny?" Marco demanded.
"That show…" Shara struggled to talk though fits of giggles. "You actually watch it…" whatever else Shara would have said was lost as she succumbed to another fit of laughing.
"Oo-kay," Rachel said, looking from Marco to Shara and back again. "Marco, you do know that Spider-Man is not real, don't you? Even if he was, I don't know what that outfit of his is made out of. Never bags at the knees or elbows."
"I think it's allegedly Spandex, unless you're referring to Spider-man 2099, in which case it's known to be Unstable Molecular Fabric," Shara explained. Then she noticed that almost all of the Animorphs were staring at her.
"How do you know all that?" Marco demanded.
"Come on, you're talking to someone who was the sister of the biggest Marvel geek in this county. Of course I know these things," Shara sighed.
"Remind me never to challenge you to a game of Twenty Questions, then," Marco said.
"Okay then, if we could all get our minds back on what we're doing, preferably before anyone else comes out here," Jake said, getting annoyed with how cavalier everyone was being. Also, the cloudy and overcast day was getting to him. Jake hated days like this.
"Right Jake, moving on," Shara chirped happily, saluting him.