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kids next door mission
Crystal water lightly lazed in, then back out across the grainy sand of the beach. The night was stalking closer as the final dimming rays of sunshine clashed beautifully against the sea; creating a glittering effect of auburn on the stark blue backdrop. The expanse was quite the breathtaking sight, and it was no surprise that it would come with a cost. For as wonderful as the view was, only a privileged few could gaze upon it. The man dwelling in the large mansion further up out of the highest tide's reach made sure of that when he claimed the land as his private property.
The sea breeze carried a subtle spicy tint as it drifted into the open window on an upper level. Within the interior was a room modeled after an office. Certificates, plaques, and various other awards were neatly framed against the walls. The twin doors at the front of the room weren't locked, but closed to show that whomever was inside was busy at the moment. In the back of the room was a mahogany desk littered with files and reports, contrasting outrageously with the clean tidy vibe the rest of the room gave off. But it couldn't be helped, the man was very busy. As said above.
"Take the net income and then carry the five…" The adult mumbled under his breath as his hands worked over time with pen and calculator respectively. His eyes gleamed with heavy focus behind his purple tinted glasses. His brows scrunched together in agitation as he nearly finished his work. The outcome he was predicting did not bode well. And sure enough, it came to be true. "No! Argh, we are behind again!" He raged as he slammed a fist down.
The action caused his desk to tumble, which in turn caused a small picture to tip over. His reaction was swift as he reached out to catch the object, and once it was in his grasp he gazed at it mildly. Just a family photo. One with him, obviously, standing next to a stunning Hispanic woman holding a toddler in her arms. It was worth a good distraction, but he had business to deal with. He glared down at the sheet before him, going over his math for the third time, but sadly everything was correct, to which he growled.
"I cannot believe this." He grumbled as he ran a hand through his graying hair. "Another three truckloads missing and unaccounted for. All due to those miserable brats!" He fumed, his spanish accent more apparent. The adult then paused, and took in a deep breath as he forced himself to remember. "No. No, there is no need to worry. They will get their just desserts soon enough." He pacified to quell his anger. Yes, those children won't be a problem too much longer.
But that didn't mean they weren't still causing problems for him. Every missing shipping of contraband always came back to him. Every pint he let drizzle through his fingers meant another deduction to his paycheck. It didn't help that he had to actually allow a few shipments to disappear and still get punished to keep face. This little scheme better be worth it in the end, or he was going to go bankrupt.
"I suppose Platoon Fifteen won't be getting their holiday bonus this year. The slackers." He then sighed as another wave of jitters washed through him. His fingers drummed against his desk as he tried to think of a wave to soothe his nerves. His look lingered innocently down to a hidden button in the arm of his chair, but then he shook his head. "No. It is far too late for that. I would never get to sleep." He scolded to himself. But his gaze could not stray away from the button. Maybe…No! He would not partake in that tonight. He would not subject his taste buds to that filthy, barbaric, sweet…tingly…
"One tiny sip would do no harm." He reasoned as his fingers pressed into the button, seemingly oblivious to how his mouth was drooling. The tanned man then rose up and strode over to another end of the room. As he walked closer, he noticed the familiar secret hole in the floor opening. Then as to taunt him further, a rectangular object slowly rose out of the hole; an icy mist spewing out and trailing over the floor. As the object finally halted, his fingers reached out eagerly once more, and pressed yet another button on the object.
The machine rumbled a bit, and something could be heard dropping down. After a series of bangs and clanks, a small can disturbed itself at the opening near the bottom. The adult grinned as he reached down, the can opening with a hiss as soon as his hands made contact with it. "Yes. Just a tiny sip or two would be no trouble." And without further delay, he pressed then can against his lips, enjoying at how the substance smoothly rode onto his awaiting tongue.
"Hitting the good stuff early, eh Fizz?"
"HACK!" Fizz spluttered as he let loose a stream of soda in shock. The caffeine addict coughed as stray drips made their way down his fancy white suit. Once he recovered enough, his fiery snapped out to the darkness of his office. "Who said that!" He snarled as he tried to pinpoint the voice's location. "Who do you think you are!"
"Forget me already, buddy?" The low voice, the voice of child, chuckled in the shadows. "I thought we had history."
"Show yourself, coward! Show yourself so I can have the pleasure of –" Fizz's threat trailed off as he centered his gaze to the corner of his office. Out of the shadows strutted the round body of a child. When the boy finally stepped into the light, the adult crushed the can in his hand and hissed; the soda spilled all over his hand, but he couldn't care less. No, he was far more focused on the boy in front of him. He was far too focused on, "Hoagie Gilligan!"
"Long time no see, Fizz." Hoagie calmly stepped out from his hiding place confidently. His hands were placed within his pockets, and his trademark fedora hat was slightly tipped over his goggles. His head rose, and he smirked as a hand came up to flick his toothpick away. "How's tricks?"
"Horribly, due to your presence!" The adult growled as he glared down at the cocky genius. "You are the everlasting bane to my career! Due to your reckless disregard for the Soda Prohibition Act, I have to lay off half of my soda control officers because you got away with three tankers of orange pop! THREE TANKERS!"
"Sorry 'bout that. I was aiming for four, I'll try harder next time." The pilot of sector V shrugged off as he leaned back into the wall. Once set, he rose his head and gazed about the room, letting loose an impressed whistle. "Nice setup ya got here by the way. Very classy."
"I accept nothing short then the best." Mr. Fizz uttered as his posture straightened. His pupils settled into a sharp glare behind his specs, and his hand rose to fondle with his thin facial hair as he spoke. "Although, in order to maintain such good housing, there are several trespassing regulations in place which my security must uphold. And by stepping into my office uninvited, you are adding several infractions to your rap sheet."
"In order to make a good omelet, ya gotta be willing to crack a few bad eggs." Hoagie rebuttaled as his smirk disappeared. "Enough with the small talk, Fizz. We both why I'm here."
"I'm terribly sorry," Fizz sarcastically snipped. "I believe my mind is slipping."
"Now's not the time to be cute, you washed up diet sipper!" Hoagie insulted as he kicked off the wall. "I've got eleventy bazillion gallons of tainted soda sitting in our KND Analyst Labs, and just as I suspected, the caffeine trail drips all the way back to you."
Fizz frowned as Hoagie went on. "Are you going somewhere with this? I am a very busy man."
"The jig's up!" Hoagie stated as he whipped out his F.R.A.P.E sidearm. "Across the nation, kids are getting sick! I know you're behind it because they only get sick after drinking soda that YOU gave the okay to deal out! So you better start telling me why before I start shaking you up!"
"You think I'M behind this epidemic?" Fizz questioned absurdly. As if appalled by the implication. "I am Head of the Soda Control Board. I inspect soda, make sure it is properly distributed, make sure that you children don't break my drinking law! But actually use your small mind for ONE second! If people get sick off of soda, they will not buy any soda. If they do not buy any soda, the soda company does not get any money, meaning I do not get paid!"
"That's a good point, Fizz." Hoagie nodded before grinning. "And an even better cover."
"You must be kidding." The adult snarled. "You still think I'm behind it all?"
"I don't kid." Hoagie glared as one hand reached towards his back pocket. "And I don't think, I know. You're lying Fizz. You say you've been busy, when you've really just been letting me steal your soda. During that last job, I gave you five chances to catch me, but you just let me go every time. You wanted me to deliver that shipment." He explained as he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. "So when you let me go, I made a pit stop at the Deep Sea Lab and had them check the stuff out; see if it was legit. Wanna know what they found out?"
"No. Indulge me."
"Every stinking pint of the stuff was infected! One sip and say hello to streptococcal pharyngitis." The portly boy let a disgusted look befall his features. "Shipping out viruses in a can. Now that's what makes me sick, Fizz."
"I cannot be expected to know your every move, Gilligan." Mr. Fizz calmly replied as he pressed a button on his watch. "And I cannot be expected to know of everything that befalls the soda after I have inspected it. These accusations are useless."
"I know." Hoagie smirked once more as he finally unfolded the paper, waving it around in a blatant display for the adult to see. "Which why I found THIS to back it up!"
At the sight of the sheet, Fizz visibly paled. But after a moment to compose himself, he stood defiantly against the evidence. "That proves nothing!"
"Ooh, it proves a lot actually." The kid then stored the sheet safely into his pocket, and made sure to center the sights of his F.R.A.P.P.E on the adult's head. "Your bottle's on empty, Fizz! We gonna do this the easy way, or the fun way?"
Mr. Fizz still stood with a stoic calm despite the freeze ray aimed to take his head off. Hoagie kept his weapon trained on the adult, but then his gaze snapped towards the doors as the sounds of stomping feet reached his ears. The pilot then reared back on the adult villain who started to chuckle.
"The only ones who shall be having fun this evening is my security team." The moment the words left his mouth a team of four soda control officers strolled into Fizz's office. Complete with their orange armor vests, visor helmets and police batons ready for action. Mr. Fizz allowed his lips to quirk upwards as the armed men crowded around the boy. He then stepped closer as Hoagie did his best to keep his gaze trained on them all. "There is no need to create a scene Mister Gilligan. Now hand over that document so my men can kindly escort you off the premises."
"Something's telling me 'kindly' isn't what they have in mind." Hoagie muttered as the guards glared at him; lightly batting their batons against their hands. The boy then looked towards Fizz, and his eyes twinkled behind his goggles. "And if this little piece of paper proves nothing, then it really shouldn't matter if I hold on to it, right?"
"I am in no mood for games!" Mr. Fizz graveled out as he snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the floor and walls around him opened. From below, two large barrels rose up and encased themselves around his ankles. From the walls, two more similar looking barrels flew outwards and wrapped them around Fizz's arms as makeshift gauntlets. Then finally, four metal arms lowered from the ceiling. Two equipping Fizz with a barrel shaped helmet, and the other two applying his torso armor; the front plating and the rear with a soda themed jet-pack.
Bubbles of the carbonated drink were pushed into the tube which led to Fizz's mouth. After a few greedy gulps, the villain chortled as he aimed his high powered coke cannons towards the lone Hoagie. "It seems your luck has finally run dry, Mister Gilligan. You are outnumbered and severely outmatched! There is no hope of victory for you this time." Mr. Fizz chuckled as the nozzles filled to the brim with soda. There was no escape for the brat now.
However, despite his situation, Hoagie only smirked. "That so? Well, I wonder what my lil buddy has to say about that." He laughed, as if expecting something to happen that very moment. At his taunt, Fizz and the security guards tensed as they frantically looked around for Hoagie's 'friend'. But after a few passing minutes, nothing happened.
"Uh…" Hoagie sounded out as he lowered his weapon. After seeing no one, he developed an annoyed look. "I said, I wonder what my little buddy has to say about THAT!" He pressed once more with a bit more flare in his voice. Still, nothing happened, and Hoagie slapped his face while the guards stretched under their helmets. "I SAID –"
"I HEARD YOU!"
Everyone's attention was then drawn to the open window. After a few seconds, the sounds of vicious dogs barking could be heard as a pale hand grabbed onto the ledge. Using it as leverage, the person hefted himself up and the blond boy was revealed to be none other then Wally. The Aussie panted for breath as his eyes bugled out. His hair was ruffled, his bright colored hoodie had claw marks embedded in it, and he looked like he ran a buhmillion mile marathon. He heaved a bone weary sigh as he leaned into the room. But then snarled as he looked back out somewhere under him.
"Get off ya stupid fleabag!" He growled as his legs shuffled about. After a pained yelp from the animal he kicked away, the fighter vaulted over into the office hauling a S.L.A.N.K.E.R in tow. The blond huffed as he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. "Geez, I'm here already," He groaned as he sent a heated glare towards Hoagie. "And I'm NOT little!"
Hoagie gaped at his teammate. "What were you still doing outside? You were supposed to already be in here, lurking in the shadows! When I gave you the que, you were supposed to jump out be all, HIYA!" He screamed as he imitated a flying jump kick. "It was gonna be SO totally awesome and cool, but then you had to go and screw it up!"
"Yea? Well you never said there'd be dogs!" Wally argued as he pointed accusingly towards the detective wanna-be. "All you said was ta sneak through the backyard, hop ova the fence, then get in through the window. But ya didn't say a darn thing about those stupid DOGS!" He yelled as he flapped is arms around. "Those things were HUGE!"
"I thought it'd be obvious! With all the, oh I don't know, 'Beware of Dog' signs plastered all over the fence!"
"How was I supposed ta know? They were written in spanish!"
Hoagie and Wally blinked as they looked back towards an impatient Mr. Fizz tapping his soda barrel foot. "Oh, right. Sorry." The two then channeled their full aggression towards the adults as they readied for combat. "It's not gonna be that easy, Fizzy! It's gonna take more then a couple of goons to toss us out on the street!"
"Toss you out? Oh no no." The villain replied as he shook his head. "That was so inhospitable of me. You two have come such a long way. Why not sit down," His eyes then gleamed with malice as he aimed the soda barrel cannon towards the two. "AND HAVE SOMETHING TO DRINK!"
As he roared, a violent stream of soda fired towards the two at high speeds. Hoagie and Wally gasped as they jumped away in opposite directions. Hoagie got to his feet, but then quickly hopped to the side to avoid getting hit by another burst. He glared at Fizz, and while the villain reloaded, Hoagie leapt up and fired off chilling beams from his F.R.A.P.P.E. Fizz rose up his barrel gauntlet to deflect the ice chunks, but while he shook off the effects, he yelled out in shock as Hoagie landed a foot square in his torso.
Hoagie repelled off of Fizz as the towering adult tumbled backwards. Once he landed on the floor, he rose up his weapon and fired off a shot towards a spot on the floor. Once the beam made contact with the carpet, it left a frozen patch. Then the boy could only smirk as Fizz stepped onto the spot; effectively yelling as he fell down stunned. Taking advantage, Hoagie jumped into the air and positioned his feet to stomp on the villain's faceplate as he came down. "Feet, meet face!"
Mr. Fizz twisted and writhed on the floor as he tried to return to a standing position. But his clunky combat armor made that near impossible. However, his eyes narrowed as he saw the round boy coming down towards him. Stopping his struggle for a moment, Fizz cocked his arm back, and swung with all his might when Hoagie was close enough. The barrel made painful contact with Hoagie's cheek, and the boy could only grunt out in agony as the force caused him to go sailing through the door. With that taken care of, Fizz simply activated his jet-pack and used the spews of soda to help right himself. Once up again, he looked to Hoagie's down from outside the door and grinned.
"What's the matter, Gilligan? No taste for regular tonight?" He then hefted his arms back up, refueling them and taking aim at his opponent. "Then perhaps you prefer diet instead! Ah ha ha ha!" He laughed wildly as he let loose another stream. Hoagie reacted quickly and rolled out of the way, and as the villain used his jet-pack to fly closer, he turned on his heel and ran deeper into the mansion; Mr. Fizz hot on his tail.
Wally was holding his own against the four henchmen. A man growled and suddenly jumped to tackle him, but the blond simply hopped over him, and slammed his heel backwards into his temple as he passed under him. As his teammate went down, another guard roared as he swung his baton at Wally's head, but the Aussie simply ducked and quickly took down the pushover with a flick of his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. The blond chuckled at his success but then yelped as an adult booted him from behind. He went sprawling across the deck, only stopping once he hit the wall. He got to his knees and held is head as the throbbing came. Great, like he really needed a headache. He then opened an eye to look back to his foes, and growled when he realized they were laughing.
"Heh heh, good one Jimmy!" One guard praised as he high-fived his partner.
"Yeah, the idiot didn't even see me coming." The guy chuckled as he calmed down. He then grinned as he turned back to Wally. "We better finish him off. The boss will be so happy that he'll…What the, where'd he go?" He asked confused upon seeing Numbuh 4 was nowhere in sight.
The other guard rose his fist up as he glanced around. "I don't know. Probably ran home cryin' to his mommy. You know how kids –"
"AHH!" The soda control officer let out a screech as Wally suddenly jumped up from behind. The surprise caused the adult to teeter over onto the floor. As the man went down, Wally snarled as he inflicted a new level of pain on the man. "GET IT OFF ME!"
Wally gripped the man by the collar of his neck, and growled as he shoved his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R into his face. "Nighty night!" He then pulled the trigger, and the poor officer's head was slammed towards the floor; sending him into the realm of unconsciousness. The blond then stood fully and faced the remaining guard with fire sparking in his emerald eyes. "Ready for yours?"
The man gulped as the blond stalked near, but he clenched his fists and stood ready regardless. "B-Bring it!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he broke out into a short sprint and kicked his foot out in hopes of punting the boy away. But Wally simply sidestepped and let the foot pass. Once the danger was over, the boy leapt up and buried his knee into the adult's groin. The adult felt the air rush out of his lungs, and he dropped to his knees in pure agony. His eyes twitched, and he turned towards the kid. But the last thing he remembered seeing before the flash of pain was a plank of wood headed straight for his face. Then it all went black from there.
"Man, you guys are lame." Wally muttered bored as he lowered his weapon. He then rolled his eyes as his fist shot backwards, instantly nailing an adult who thought he was being stealthy in the face. The boy spared one glance towards the groaning masses on the floor, before scoffing and making a beeline to the doorway. "Wonder if there's any soda lying around 'ere." Wally mumbled to himself as he took off to find his friend, while keeping a look out for some refreshments.
In another dark room in the mansion, a young occupant was dozing the night away dreaming of many things. Blue skies, sense of weightlessness, and redheads. But suddenly, a crash and a rumble coming from down the hallway caused the boy's eyes to flutter open. After a moment, he shrugged it off and prepared to return to his slumber.
But then the noises came again; this time more close to his room. The boy shot up wide eyed as he swore he heard something zoom by his bedroom door. He then paused to let out a drawn out yawn, then kicked off his sheets and hopped out of his airplane bed. The boy rubbed the sleep out of his eyelids then grumbled as he made for the door.
It was really too late for this.
"Give it up, Gilligan!" Mr. Fizz roared as he twisted his body in midair. The villain turned a corner and hovered for a second, and when he saw his prey scampering down the hallway, he growled as he chased after him; shooting wild shots of soda all the while. "You cannot escape me this time!"
"We'll see about that!" Hoagie shouted back as he turned around to fire his F.R.A.P.P.E while running. Sweat trailed along his brow as he let loose every new ice beam, but the villain just laughed as he few around them all. Hoagie then grunted as he picked up his stride to avoid a stray shot. He then focused his attention to the path in front of him. He needed a plan. That was when he noticed the many rooms passing by. Thinking fast he stopped on the dime and spun around facing the incoming face. With his expression set, he grabbed a nearby doorknob and waited.
Mr. Fizz arched a brow when the child suddenly stopped running. When Hoagie turned to glare him down, he only chuckled as he loaded up another clip of pop. "Your foolhardy courage will be your downfall, boy!" He taunted as he neared. "Prepare to –"
"Ooohhh." Mr. Fizz moaned with affliction as his head bent over. The moment he had gotten close enough, Hoagie swung the hardwood door open and the villain collided into it exactly as planned. That was where he was now. A groaning mess, with his head sticking through the splintered wood of the door while his body floated limp out the other end. He then shook off his pain, only to look up nervously to a frowning Numbuh 2. "Uh, you wouldn't hit a man with glasses would you?" He weakly chuckled as he tried to pry himself loose.
Hoagie kept a straight face with the villain. After a moment of contemplation, his lips formed into a cheeky smirk as he lifted his F.R.A.P.P.E upwards. And then Mr. Fizz paled as an icy beam shot out straight for his head.
"GAH!" The man yelped as the force from the shot knocked him loose. He then stumbled backwards as he tried to scrape the ice out of his eyes. With a snarl, he jerked his helmet off, and the portly boy was subjected to the sight of Mr. Fizz with his hair blown back and frozen that way. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" He then reared both arms up and let loose a raging torrent of soda at the unsuspecting boy.
"WHOOOOA!" Hoagie belted out as the tidal wave of soda pop washed him away. As the drink carried him, gulps of the substance entered his mouth and he was beginning to become overwhelmed by it all. But lucky, before he could drown, he suddenly felt his body slamming into what appeared to be a set of bars. As the soda level lowered around him, he slumped down on the floor and watched with stunned fascination as the soda passed by him. He then looked over his shoulder and found that he had been flung all the way to the railing of the current level; the soda sprinkling down t the foyer below. Hoagie coughed and hacked as he tried to catch his breath. After a few moments to compose himself, he let the taste of the soda wash around in his mouth before spitting everywhere in disgust.
"YUCK! Caffeine free!" He then looked down and saw his soggy fedora laying idle next to him. After wringing it out and placing it over is aviator cap, he then froze as a menacing shadow appeared above him. "Uh oh."
"How dare you! How dare you disgrace me in my own home with your fat little presence!" Mr. Fizz raged. He then pointed a barrel cannon right in the child's face; a mad grin threatening to tear his face apart. "But no more! Your days of making off with illegal contraband end here tonight! Ah ha ha ha! You have NO idea how long I have waited for this moment my friend!"
"Ya bettah keep waitin', ya cruddy creep!"
"What now – AH!" Fizz spluttered in surprise as Wally sounded out and suddenly appeared from behind. The blond climbed up the length of the man's armored suit and took root on his shoulders. Once secure, the blond then went to town and used his fists to beat down on the man's exposed head. The crazed villain stomped around the floor with reckless abandon. He slammed himself into the wall, shook furiously, but Wally still held strong. Cherished pictures fell to the deck broken, priceless heirlooms were brushed off tables forgotten. But none of it mattered to Fizz. No, the only thing that matter was getting rid of the pest on his back. "Get off, you miserable heathen!"
Wally clenched his eyes shut as Fizz stumbled all about. But they snapped back open revealing their emerald fire as the blond pounded away without remorse. "Not on your, LIFE!" He grunted as his fingers dug into the roots of the man's graying hair and tugged tightly.
"EEIIEE!" Fizz screeched as the boy tried to give him a hairstyle to match Numbuh 1's. The adult then doubled his efforts, backing into a wall and knocking against it violently. "Get! OFF!" After nearly tiring himself out, Wally lost his grip and fell off of Fizz's shoulders. The combat armored adult quickly turned and rose his arm up; slamming the barrel on Wally causing the boy to hit the floor with a painful thump. He then rose his barre boot and grinned down at the cringing boy under his massive heel. "I have you now!"
"Numbuh 4!" Hoagie shouted at his friend's peril. He then shot up, and commanded his brain to work overtime to devise a way to finish this struggle and save one of his best buds in one shot. His eyes scanned all over the place until the landed on the ginormous, crystal chandelier hanging above them. The boy switched his gaze upward a bit and noticed the thin cable holding it up. His thoughtful eyes then wandered to a spot on the lower floor, then to his F.R.A.P.P.E. After a moment, he grinned as he thought of a quick plan.
"It'll hafta do!" He then loaded is freeze ray and shot off a power draining beam towards the chandelier cable. Once it was frozen, Hoagie turned to Fizz and reached into his backpack, grabbing something he had been saving for a special occasion.
"How honorable of you. Fighting until the bitter end." Fizz mockingly commented on Wally useless attempt to escape his clutches. The man let off a sinister chuckle as he aimed his cannon down at the blond. The barrel clicked as he switched ammunition, and Wally gulped as the bottle nozzles dripped ever so slowly. "I think I'll reward you by delighting your taste buds before you drown in my delicious mix! Ah ha ha ha!"
"Hey Fizz!" The adult blinked, then turned towards his main foe. The man prepared a witty retort, but the insult died on his lips as he saw what the boy held in his hand. Hoagie smirked at the expression on Fizz's mug and jiggled the soda can with a bit more vigor. "Lookie what I got."
"Extreme Red Gush with extra sugar!" Fizz spluttered in shock before his expression filled with rage. "What are you doing with that! That is SUPER illegal for someone of your age!"
Hoagie flashed a smug look as he clicked open the can. "I knnooooww."
Mr. Fizz stepped off of Wally. The blond was completely forgotten due to his obsession to uphold his soda drinking law. "Put that down this instant!"
Hoagie teased the man as he waved the opening under his lips. "Make me."
"I'm not playing, young man!"
Hoagie pursed his lips and the can inched slowly towards them.
"You better not!"
"Don't you do it!"
"I'M WARNING –" Fizz's expression then slackened in disbelief as Hoagie threw his neck back and chugged the contents of the can. Once he was finished, he used the length of his arm to wipe off his lips, but his smirk remained intact. He then crushed the can, and let it clink down to the floor. Fizz's wide eyes followed the can, and stayed glued to it long after it had landed. He just stood there. Frozen. That is until his attention was brought back to Hoagie when the child let out an obnoxious belch.
"Ahhh! That hit the spot!" Hoagie sighed contently as he patted his belly. He then then let off a devious grin as he reached into his pack and produced yet another soda. "I think I'll have one more." He then paused, waiting for Fizz's reaction.
And as expected, the adult snapped.
"Put. Down. That! SOOOODAAAA!" Fizz roared as he flew through the air. Rapid streams of soda spewed out from his jet-pack; leaving foam and bubbles in his wake as the snarled man rocketed towards the little brat.
Hoagie tipped his fedora lower, and his hand reached back to grab of the stair pole. He then pulled himself around, and positioned himself to land on the rail. Once stable, the portly boy then sped down the railing of the large stairway in an impromptu grind. He then leaned forward to increase his speed, and to duck to avoid the streams of soda flying overhead.
"IT'S OVER, GILLIGAN!" Fizz roared as he let loose again and again. Not stopping until the fat punk was nothing more then a stain in his memory. "WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL BE LUCKY JUST TO GET A SIP OF PRUNE JUICE!"
The boy waved his arms out as he tried to remain balance as he sped down the rail. After Fizz's statement, he whipped out his F.R.A.P.P.E and took careful aim. "I don't your attitude, Fizzy." He squinted one eye shut, and grinned once he locked on. "I think it's high time you were 'grounded'!" He let off a powerful beam of ice from the F.R.A.P.P.E. His targeting mixed with a bit of luck caused him to nail Fizz right where he wanted. The beam hit the soda madman's jet-pack, and it froze over instantly. Without anything to keep him airborne, the villain plummeted to the floor below.
"AHHH-OFFA!" Fizz made an callous crash as he hit the deck. His face burned with pain as he slid across the floor, and when he finally stopped, the barrels of his combat armor had never felt heavier.
"Ugh." He moaned as he shakingly got to his feet. Suddenly his attention snapped back to Hoagie, who once he reached the bottom, launched into the air and flipped over Fizz. The villain watched stunned as the boy somersaulted over him, but he then fell into a cringe as Hoagie suddenly fired off his F.R.A.P.P.E.
"What?" Fizz opened his eyes in confusion when he felt no different. He then looked down his torso, to the Hoagie who landed a few feet away. The adult then erupted into a fit of taunting laughs. "It appears you missed!"
Hoagie grinned as he tipped his fedora upwards. "Did I?" He questioned, motioning to the villain's feet. Fizz's chuckles where then cut short as he realized Hoagie had encased his barrel boots in ice. While the man struggled to break free, the portly boy sent a thoughtful look to his weapon. "Good thing too. I'm outta juice."
Mr. Fizz growled as he looked up to the boy. Suddenly, his armed snapped out, and he took the boy by surprise by shooting off a round of soda towards his feet; effectively trapping him as well. "Really? That's too bad, because I've got plenty to spare!" He mocked as the boy tried to escape to no avail. Mr. Fizz reloaded his clip, and took aim at Numbuh 2 one final time. "Any last words?"
The sound of something cracking loose sent Fizz into a new wave of confusion. However, Hoagie chuckled.
"Just two," He then gestured towards the ceiling with his thumb. "Look up."
Mr. Fizz followed the child's advice and stared up in bewilderment at his chandelier. Then to his shock, the cable suddenly snapped and the thing came crashing down. He then gazed down to see his feet frozen to the floor. Stuck. A depressed sigh fluttered from his lips, and he bent down into a cowering position while he used his barrel gauntlets to shield himself. "This…is going to hurt."
Hoagie winced as the chandelier caused a mini quake to shake the whole mansion to it's foundation. He then stepped out of his shoes, and skipped over the sticky patch of the floor. The boy then bent over and heaved with all his might to get his shoes unstuck from the floor. With that task done, he plopped down to put them back on and retie them. While he was busy with that, a stray crystal from the chandelier rolled by, to which he stopped, stared at it, and tsked as he shook his head. "Man, being evil must be pretty painful."
"Eh, jerks lioke him have it comin'."
Hoagie blinked, then looked up surprised to see his blond teammate up and about. "Hey, Numbuh 4, you're alright!"
At that remark, Wally scoffed. "Puh-lease. Ya think some B-List loser is gonna take me down? Get real."
"I guess so." Hoagie chuckled. He then did a double take as he noticed the bottle in the Aussie's hand. "Hey, where'd you get that?"
Wally spared a glance to his soda before he shrugged. "Found it." He then took a well deserved swig, before flicking his gaze over to a groaning Fizz crawling out from under the wreckage. "So, we gonna bring this guy in or what."
"Yep." Hoagie nodded as he stood up. He then strode over towards Fizz with Wally tagging along behind. "We still gotta find out where he's getting all that tainted soda from."
"Bested by mere children, how utterly disgraceful." Fizz mumbled in self pity as he sunk into the floor. A dopy grin emerged as he took comfort in the cold floor. But his reprieve was interrupted when Hoagie jerked him by the collar. "Gah!"
"Alright, Fizz. Playtime's over." The boy growled with his intimidating blond partner standing behind him. "There's no fighting this time. I've got solid evidence linking you to codename: Soda Sickness. So start spilling!"
The villain growled at the child's face despite his situation. "Nothing you could do at this point could matter, Gilligan. Beat me all you please, it doesn't change the fact I know nothing."
"You're not gettin' out of it that easy, ya no good creep!" Wally snarled as he stomped closer to the downed villain. "Numbuh 3 got sick off of that crud, so you made this personal!" At that, both Hoagie and Fizz looked towards the Aussie with arched brows. After his words caught up with him, the blond face turned a deep hue of cherry. "I-I mean, uh, well…a mate's gotta watch his other mates' backs…and stuff. That doesn't mean I LIOKE her. T-That's stupid." He huffed as he turned away.
Mr. Fizz blinked before shaking his head and mumbling to himself. "I'm not the only one in denial here."
However, Hoagie heard him. "So you admit it!"
Fizz glared at the boy. "Even if I did know anything, I certainly wouldn't divulge it to the likes of you."
"Hmm, thought you might play hard-to-get." Hoagie then smirked as he turned toward Wally and motioned towards Fizz. "Well then, Numbuh 4?"
"Gotcha." The blond cracked his knuckles as he grinned down at the adult sadistically. "Alright pal, you either start yappin', or I'll give ya a famous knuckle-sandwich straight outta the Outback!"
Fizz stonily glared up to the two children. "Do your worst, brat. I have nothing to offer you."
Wally darkly chuckled as he reared his fist back. "Ooh, I was HOPING you'd say that!"
"Hey! What's with all the racket?"
Mr. Fizz blinked at the familiar voice while Hoagie and Wally jumped in surprise. All three looked towards the stairway and watched as a boy their age groggily trail down to them.
"Geez, what's going on? An earthquake?" The boy questioned as he ran a hand through his hair. Once he reached the bottom floor and finally opened his eyes, he nearly fell over in shock at what he saw. "WHAT THE HECK!" He then glanced around, his gaze halting on Hoagie and Wally. "What are you guys doing here?"
Wally narrowed his eyes at the boy, his face contorting his fury as he recognized him. "HEY! It's that stupid flyboy!"
"Kid." Hoagie muttered in shock as he recognized the kid's who's flying skills were only second to his own. Even though he was sporting different apparel, a set of blue pajamas with orange fighter jets on them, he still looked the same with his wild auburn hair with a blond tinted stripe down the middle. The only other thing missing was his shades. But remembering the situation at hand, Hoagie frowned. "Just what are you doing here, Kid?"
"I'm the one asking that question." The Kid responded as he crossed his arms. "What are you doing in MY house?" He then noticed the body under the chandelier and blanched as he instantly recognized him. "And what did you do to my dad!"
In which I ignore all my incomplete stuff and post a short two-shot for fun this weekend. Part two will be here sometime Sunday.
See ya later.