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In his two bedroom apartment that doubled as the offices of Misfits Music, Eric Raymond sat at his desk. Before him was the sum total of all that the Misfits had acquired from their latest PR stunt: a mountain of injunctions, lawsuits, complaints, fines, and bills. “Cost of hiring the hot air balloon…fine for flying a hot air balloon without a license…damages made to Mr. Macpherson’s barn…lost wages due to destroyed eggs and scared chickens…” Eric tossed the paperwork to the floor in disgust. If only Pizzazz and the rest of the Misfits would just follow basic instructions, he would have made them the greatest rock band on the planet. But Pizzazz would always be obsessed with showing up Jem and her Holograms by any means necessary. True, Eric wanted to run Jerrica Benton and her prized group out of the music business, too, and he wasn’t afraid to bend or break the law to do it. But whenever one of his plans backfired, usually it was the Misfits’ impatience and childishness that were the reason for it. Eric did sometimes wonder why Jerrica hadn’t taken him and the Misfits to court for their actions. Surely they had given her enough cause to put them behind bars for the next decade. But time after time, neither Jerrica, Jem, or the Holograms had pressed charges. Maybe they were hiding something? Something that Jerrica didn’t want to come out in a trial. She always seemed too goody-goody for Eric’s liking. No one got ahead in the music business by keeping their hands as clean as Jerrica and Jem had. Eric’s thoughts were interrupted by the knocking at his door. He quickly swept piles of paper off the desk into a drawer and tried to arrange the rest into a more orderly state. “Yes, you can come in,” said Eric, adjusting his tie. The door opened, and two men in matching, blue suits entered the apartment. Other than the fact that one of them had a scar on his cheek, they were practically identical. “Hello, Mr. Raymond. We’re so glad to see you’re in. We tried to call you but, we only reached your answering machine.” Eric took no time to be confused by the twins finishing each other’s sentences as he rose out of his chair with a scowl on his face. “Oh, great. You people again? Look, I heard your message, and you can forget it! I don’t want any part of Extensive Enterprises!” The twins moved to either side of Eric’s desk, both smiling pleasantly. “Come, come now, Mr. Raymond. Surely you can see how selling us a controlling interest in Misfit Music would be profitable for all parties concerned.” “Profitable for you, maybe,” sneered Eric. “But I don’t need you or your company’s help.” “Really?” both twins said in unison. “You couldn’t tell that from reading the papers these days. The analysts are predicting that at the rate Misfits Music is hemorrhaging money, you and the Misfits will be out of business by the end of the year. Sooner, if they keep crashing blimps into chicken farms.” Eric glared at the twin without the scar. “I may have issues keeping the Misfits in line, but I’m not so desperate that I’m going to get in bed with guys who do business with terrorists!” “Oh please,” groaned the twins as they rolled their eyes. “If you are referring to the rumors of Extensive Enterprises association with Cobra, those stories are extremely exaggerated by certain news outlets. And besides, when was the last time that Eric Raymond, was concerned with a little illegality?” Pushing past the twins, Eric went to the door and held it open. “I have enough headaches right now without worrying about G.I. Joe coming down on me, too! Now both of you clowns get out of my office!” The twins smirked at each other. “This apartment barely qualifies as an office.” “It barely qualifies as an apartment, brother.” “OUT!” Eric yelled as the twins calmly walked out of the apartment. The twins made their way down the hall as the echoes of Eric’s slammed door followed after them. “A pity that we couldn’t secure a deal, brother,” said Tomax. “True, brother,” said Xamot. “Misfits Music would have been a very useful tool in Cobra’s money laundering operation.” The two continued walking down the stairs. “Perhaps it could still be.” “Yes, brother. Maybe Mr. Raymond just needs…” “A little persuasion.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- Stormer and Jetta rushed offstage followed by a chorus a boos and a few beer bottles. “Pizzazz! Roxy! Let’s get out of here!” The other two Misfits stood on the roadhouse stage as the crowd expressed their displeasure. “Ahh shut up! None of you people in this two-bit town got any class!” Pizzazz picked up one of the beer bottles and threw it back into the crowd. “You don’t deserve to hear the Misfits sing!” “Nobody deserves to hear you creeps sing!” someone yelled. “It’s cruel and unusual punishment!” The crowd laughed and hurled more debris at the stage. Roxy grabbed a pool cue off the wall and swung toward the tables near the front of the stage. “Come on! Stay that one more time, ya bunch of hicks!” The owner of the bar rushed through the crowd to the stage, and grabbed the microphone. “Folks! Folks! Please calm down! Please don’t throw your drinks at the stage!” He turned to Pizzazz and Roxy with a glare. “I wanted you to sing, not start a riot!” he hissed under his breath, as the crowd continued to mutter angrily. “I’ll deal with you later. Go back to the dressing room and stay put ‘till I get back.” Pizzazz shrugged and walked offstage with Roxy. “We were going back to our room anyway. You deal with these losers.” A final hail of beer bottles clattered against the wall as the Misfits met in the hall behind the stage. “Real Yank hospitality, huh?” sneered Jetta. “You’re one to talk, Jetta!” snapped Roxy. “Where were you? You were running away faster than Stormer!” Stormer fidgeted with her skirt and looked nervously toward the stage. “Don’t be mad at her, Roxy. Those people were throwing stuff at us.” “Those clowns don’t know nothing about rock n roll!” Pizzazz grumbled as she reached the door to the dressing room. “When we get back to the city I’ll let Eric know we’re never gonna work in a dump like…” Pizzazz’ voice faded away, as she noticed that the door to their room was already open slightly. Before she could remark on it to the other Misfits, it opened all the way, revealing a man in glasses and a blond ponytail standing in the door way. “ ‘ello, ladies! We didn’t expect to see you so soon!” “Great. Another one of you,” Roxy muttered to Jetta. “Shut it, rockhead! Maybe listening to someone who speaks the Queens English might teach you something.” Pizzazz cut through the bickering a pointed a finger at the man. “Just who are you supposed to be? What are you doing in my dressing room?” The man gave a bow to the Misfits as he backed up further into the room, revealing two other bearded men sitting inside. “Sorry, girls. Me friends call me Buzzer. And these are me mates, Ripper and Torch.” Torch waved to the Misfits with a dirty look. “Evenin’, ladies. Nice to meet ya.” Pizzazz stormed into the dressing room fuming as the other Misfits followed her in. “Did Eric put you up to this? Is this his idea of a joke?” “Oh, it’s no joke, darlin’,” said Buzzer. “We were sent here to escort you from the buildin’ after the show. Nice and safe like.” “Forget it!” said Roxy. “We’re not going anywhere. Not until we get paid for this show.” Buzzer’s smile grew decidedly less friendly, as Ripper and Torch took positions blocking the door behind him. “I don’t think you songbirds quite understand. You’re comin’ with us, right now. Or we’ll have to get rough with you.” “Why you little creep!” cried Pizzazz, charging forward before being stopped by Jetta grabbing her arm. “Easy, Pizzazz. I’m sure we can sort this out.” She turned toward Buzzer and gave her best attempt at a smile. “Surely you wouldn’t want to get rough with me, a fellow Brit?” Buzzer snorted as Jetta drew closer to him. “Don’t try any of that ‘God Save the Queen’ stuff with me, girlie. We’ve a job to do and we’re gonna do it.” Jetta wrapped her arms around Buzzer’s neck and looked into his eyes. “And so will I, mate.” Jetta jammed her knee into Buzzer’s groin, causing him to groan in pain and collapse onto Ripper and Torch. “Jetta!” gasped Stormer. “What are you doing?” “What do you think she’s doing, nitwit?” snapped Pizzazz. “She’s getting us outta here! Let’s move, Misfits!” The four rock stars scrambled over the fallen Dreadnoks and ran out of the dressing room. Ripper and Torch got to their feet and helped out Buzzer. “Great job, Buzzer,” Ripper said sarcastically. “I knew we should have told Zartan about this mission.” Buzzer glared at his partners. “What? And share the gold that Xamot and Tomax are paying? We don’t need Zartan. They’re just a bunch of birds! Come on! After ‘em before they get away!” The Misfits ran back onto the stage and nearly right into the owner. “Didn’t I tell you four to stay in the dressing room? I’ve just calmed these people down from the last time you were on!” A group of locals started making their way to the stage, with their leader in front armed with a pool cue. “Don’t send them away just yet. We want to hear them say some more nice things about us. You want to call us hicks and losers now?” Pizzazz looked behind her to see the Dreadnoks rushing onstage. She turned back to the ringleader and smirked. “I’ll call you whatever I want to, pigface. If you want to get me, you’ll have to deal with my private security team.” She pointed her finger right at the Dreadnoks. The ringleader gave a dangerous smile. “Good. It’s gonna be a fun night after all.” “Oh bollocks,” said Buzzer. OK: The Dreadnoks win by capturing the Misfits and getting them out of the bar in one piece. No weapons. The Twins want them alive. The Misfits win by creating enough chaos in the resulting barfight that they are able to escape. Game On!

I'm glad you liked it. I found the name from the Villains Wiki. I don't know if it's official canon, but I figured it sounded legitimate enough. Red Claw (DC) | Villains Wiki | Fandom

FROM THE FILES OF DOCTOR HUGO STRANGE: I am surprised at how simple this process has been. I was always aware of Gotham City’s reputation for corruption, but I did not anticipate what could be accomplish through a few pay offs and some post hypnotic suggestion. My agents have infiltrated GothCorp and their Cerebral Unification Facilitator (CUF) project. They have also laid the ground work to allow the project to test the implants on patients at Arkham Asylum. Fascinating how desperate the staff at Arkham are to cure their patients; they are willing to embrace a technology that will force two inmates to be mentally linked together. They believe that this will help with containment and therapy. In truth, it will serve my purposes in another test of the Batman. My chosen subjects have already been selected: Arnold Wesker alias The Ventriloquist Garfield Lynns alias Firefly Maximillian Zeus alias Maxie Zeus Roxanne Sutton alias Roxy Rocket Natalia Schmidt alias Red Claw Mary Dahl alias Baby Doll Again, I anticipate no difficulty in attaining the necessary transfer orders to have my subjects brought to Arkham. Once they are implanted with the CUF devices, each pair of subjects will be unable to attack each other, nor will they be able to be farther from 10 feet from each other. Any attempt to consciously assault or be further apart from their partner will result in increasing electrical shocks to the pain receptors of the nervous system. It will take time for the CUF devices to be implanted and for my subjects to adjust to their new reality, and then I will initiate the next phase. Two Months Later… Firefly’s nap was shattered by the sound of a baton banging on the door of his cell. “Lynns! Schmidt! Time to get up! It’s your rec room time!” Sitting up in the bottom bunk, Firefly glared at the door to the cell. He rose out of bed and looked over the edge of the top bunk to see Red Claw, facing away from toward the wall. Leaning over the bunk, Firefly gently kissed her temple. “Rise and shine, sweetie. It’s another beautiful day.” He was swiftly met with Red Claw’s right fist spinning backwards into his jaw. Firefly fell to the floor as Red Claw rolled over to glare down at him. In an instant she leapt down on top of Firefly with an upraised fist poised to strike again. “If you ever presume to touch me again,” she growled in her Eastern European accent, “You won’t live long enough to regret it.” Firefly gave a knowing smile and pointed to his jaw. “Go ahead. Try to take another shot.” Red Claw’s fist tightened, and a pained expression began to show on her face. Firefly noticed her discomfort. “That gadget they put in our heads might be too slow to stop subconscious instincts. But if you try to make a direct attack, it’ll start to fry you. I guess it just depends how many brain cell’s it’s worth to you to beat me up.” Red Claw pulled back her fist to strike only for another shock to jolt through her system, making her flinch in pain. Finally, with an exasperated huff, she stepped away from Firefly and unclenched her fist. Firefly smirked as he climbed off the floor, just in time for the cell door to open and allow the Arkham security guard to enter the cell. “Alright, you two,” he snapped. “Let’s move along.” The two inmates made their way down the corridor, with Red Claw staying as far ahead of Firefly as possible without setting off the implant. The guard opened the door to a room containing a few pieces of Salvation Army furniture, an old, wall mounted television, and a ping pong table. At the table, surrounded by a crowd of cheering inmates, Roxy Rocket stood crouched with paddle in hand, quickly striking out to send the ball back across the net to her large, bald opponent. A few paces behind her stood the Ventriloquist, glancing down nervously, as if gauging the distance between them. With a grunt of exertion, Roxy sent the ball spinning past her competition. He glared at Roxy as she twirled her paddle with a grin. “Game, set, match. Unless you want to do best 5 out of 9?” The inmate snarled and took a step toward Roxy, causing the Ventriloquist to defensively raise his hands to his face and step back. But Roxy stood her ground, grinning and staring up at the face of the sore loser. “Or we can play a different game if you want. But trust me. I’ll win that one, too.” The inmate, glancing at the guard at door, just gave Roxy a dirty look, then walked over to the corner to sulk. Roxy tossed the paddle behind her to the Ventriloquist, who fumbled with it before setting it back down on the table. She turned and gave a cheerful wave to Firefly. “Hey, Gar!” She quickly made her away across the rec room, with the Ventriloquist close behind. Red Claw rolled her eyes and made her way to a shelf with old magazines as Firefly nodded to Roxy. “Congrats on the win. You got some nice moves.” Roxy wrapped her arms around Firefly’s neck and led him to the couch in front of the tv. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of moves, Firefly. Maybe when we get out of here I can show you a few.” They were interrupted by the coughing of the Ventriloquist, who still stood behind them. Firefly glared at him. “Why don’t you beat it, creep?” The Ventriloquist started to sweat. “B…B…But I can’t. I have to stay close to Miss Rocket, or we’ll get hurt.” Roxy put a finger to his lips. “Relax, Wesker. There’s enough room in here for you to give me space without turning on our implants. And right now, me and Firefly want to be alone.” She gave a suggestive smirk. “Unless you want to watch.” The Ventriloquist blushed and his cough came back, and he backed away from the couch back to the safety of the ping pong table. Firefly sat down on the couch with a knowing smile towards Roxy. “You are a very bad girl.” Roxy sat next to him, drawing close under his outstretched left arm. “Of course I am. I’m in a prison for the criminally insane, aren’t I?” Firefly sighed as he leaned his head back on the edge of the couch. “I’m beginning to think the clown was behind this. You get stuck with puppet boy, I’m left with Miss Siberia.” Roxy ran her fingers through Firefly’s hair as he closed his eyes. “Well, look at it this way. At least we didn’t wind up implanted with…” “STAND ASIDE, MORTALS!” “Yeah! All you naughty mens get outta horsie’s way!” Firefly glanced up at Roxy and grinned. “Yeah, right.” Through the door of the rec room came the tall physique of Maxie Zeus. On his shoulders sat Baby Doll, urging him on. “Whoa, Maxie! Baby Doll’s all done with her horsie ride.” Some of the inmates snickered at the sight of the tall, bearded man with the pint sized women on his back, but one glare from Zeus and they turned their eyes away. Zeus reached up to pick up Baby Doll by the collar of her Arkham jumpsuit, and plopped her on a chair. “Owwies!” cried Baby Doll. “Naughty horsie shouldn’t hurt Baby.” Zeus looked to the heavens and put his hand to his brow. “Oh the cruel twist of fate! That I, the lord of Olympus, ruler of the Gods! Must now be shackled to this descendent of pygmies!” Baby Doll giggled childishly. “Baby aint a pig, sillys. Baby and Maxie are together forevers and evers now.” Suddenly, the room was thrown into darkness. The lights and television instantly switched off. The inmates shouted and yelled as Arkham security and orderlies struggled to keep them in the rec room. “What’s happening?” groaned the Ventriloquist. Roxy leapt off the couch, and pulled up Firefly after her. “It’s a breakout! Someone must have hit the generator!” “Maxie? Please, hold Baby’s hand,” Baby Doll whimpered. “Baby’s afraid of the dark.” “How about you tell your playmate to shut up?” snarled Firefly. Zeus grabbed Firefly by the collar and hoisted him into the air. “Silence, mortal! You shall not speak to the god of thunder thus and live!” Before Firefly could respond, he was gripped by a burning pain. His felt as if a hundred tiny blades were jammed into his brain. In the darkness he could see the silhouettes of the other implanted inmates in similar agony. But through the pain, he heard a voice. “We do not have time to waste. You will listen to me, and you will follow my instruction. Do so, and you may be able to escape Arkham and Gotham City. The 6 of you will proceed into the yard and cross to warehouse 5. There you will find your equipment and supplies. I will contact you again.” The voice and pain faded away, and Firefly looked up to see Roxy, her face partly visible in the red, emergency lights. “Did you hear a voice in your head just now? Or is it just me?” Red Claw moved quickly between the two of them. “It wasn’t just a voice, fool. Someone is offering us a chance to escape this madhouse.” “But…but…but why us?” stuttered the Ventriloquist. “Must be those things they put in our heads,” said Firefly. “But there’s no way I’m letting you nutjobs slow me down.” An orderly grabbed Firefly by the shoulder. “Okay, Lynns, excitement’s over. Back to your cell.” Roxy suddenly lashed out with leaping kick that sent the orderly crashing into the ping pong table. “Over? Honey, when I’m around the excitement is never over!” She turned to the others and grinned. “Well, what are you all waiting for? Let’s go!” Roxy charged toward the door, diving over a crowd of inmates and security. The Ventriloquist hurried behind, attempting to stay within 10 feet of Roxy, before Maxie Zeus barreled through the mob like a wrecking ball as Baby Doll held onto his pant leg. Firefly smirked up at Red Claw. “Guess we’re busting out of here, partner.” Red Claw rolled her eyes then took off jogging down the hallway, with Firefly a few steps behind. The six subjects made their way through the winding corridors of Arkham Asylum. Passed prisoners still locked in their cells banging on the doors and orderlies hitting escaped inmates with nightsticks. They turned a corner to see another squad of security guards. “BOW DOWN BEFORE THE MIGHT OF ZEUS!” Maxie cried as he knocked a taser out of a guard’s hand. Roxy was ready to spring into action again, but she was stopped by the Ventriloquist’s hand on her wrist. “Please, Miss Rocket. We have to stay together. If you move too far away from me, what about the pain from the implant?” Roxy smiled cheekily. “Are you kidding? I’m just starting to like it!” She cartwheeled down the hall and dived onto a pile of guards. Red Claw tossed aside opponents with ease, as Firely struck everyone he could with a stolen nightstick. Just as one guard was able to put a chokehold on Maxie Zeus, Baby Doll stabbed the fallen taser into his thigh and sent him into unconsciousness. “Baby loves to play with toys! Nobody mess with Baby’s Maxie!” Zeus looked stunned for a moment, before returning to the fight. “Ummm, thank you, mortal.” The Ventriloquist sat huddled by the wall with his head in his hands as he tried to block the noise of chaos surrounding him. But then he heard a voice, a voice he knew all too well. “Hey! Dummy! Get on your feet and get in there!” The Ventriloquist closed his eyes tight. “No! No! I can’t!” The voice grew more impatient. “Listen, Dummy! I’m here! You gotta come get me! We’re busting out of here! But that can’t happen if that crazy doll your stuck with gets grabbed! So get in there and fight, Dummy!” At that moment, Roxy’s luck was starting to run out. The guards had her pinned on the floor with her hands behind her back. They were just about to put handcuffs on her when the air was filled with an attempt at a fearsome cry. It was the Ventriloquist, running at full speed pushing a custodial cart full of cleaning supplies and screaming as loud as he could muster. The sight of the balding man in glasses yelling incoherently was enough to distract the guards, and before they could react, the cart had slammed into them and left them in heap by a stone wall. Roxy shot to her feet and gave an impressed look to the Ventriloquist. “Nice one, Wesker. Didn’t know you had it in you.” The Ventriloquist blushed. “Th…thank you. Could we leave now?” The six kicked open the door that led to the yard. Spotlights circled in search of escapees as alarms rang out and men shouted out orders. Making sure to stay together, the six would-be fugitives made it to warehouse 5. Amazingly, the door was already unlocked. They hurried inside, and Zeus and Red Claw shoved boxes to barricade the door. The warehouse was full of crates and equipment. The six made their way down the aisles until they reached a loading area. There they found 6 more crates, each one with their name written on it. “Hey, Dummy! I’m over here!” came a voice, seemingly from the crate marked “Ventriloquist”. The Ventriloquist rushed to the crate as his companions stared confused, lifted the lid, and pulled out Mr. Scarface. “Oh, Mr. Scarface, sir! It’s so good to see you again!” “Yeah, yeah. I’m alls choked up about it. Come on, dummy! Your duds are in the box. I can’t be seen with you dressed like some kind of jailbird! Move it!” The other inmates made their way to their crates. Zeus quickly took off his Arkham jumpsuit and threw on his sash and tunic. He brandished his thunderbolt rod, letting it charge up to full power. “At last! Zeus has his scepter!” Firefly began putting on his flying suit and Roxy shot him a grin as she put on her bombers jacket. Red Claw emerged from behind her crate in her red leotard and sash, just as Baby Doll walked out in her purple dress. “It’s so nice for Baby to be back in her clothes,” she squealed. Red Claw was just about to start to wonder where her life had gone wrong, when the burning pain once again struck her and her strained allies. They groaned in anguish as the voice rang out. “You have completed the first test. There are two more items for you. For you, Maxie Zeus, you have been provided with a hover craft. I trust you will find the design aesthetic appropriate. And of course, Roxy Rocket, your mode of transport is here, as well. This is important because this will determine which of you can escape. A boat is waiting for you, moored at Gotham Harbor. Once there, my associate will remove the implants from your brains. However, there is one stipulation. The captain is instructed to only transport two passengers. Therefore, you must work together with your implant partner to elude the authorities and the Batman, and find the ship. You may use any means to achieve this goal. Other than that, you are on your own.” As the six recovered, two more larger crates opened up. In one was Roxy’s famous rocket. In the other was the hover craft shaped in the form of a chariot, with two metallic horse positioned to pull it. Roxy ran to her craft and hugged it. “Good to see you again, babe.” Zeus leapt onto his craft and took the reins. “Magnificent! Apollo couldn’t ask for a finer chariot!” Red Claw, however, was not as overjoyed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Why is our benefactor playing us this way?” Firefly put on his helmet and sealed it shut. “You can play 20 Questions if you want, but I’m going to find that ship!” “Ha ha, mortal!” laughed Zeus. “That vessel will surely belong to the lord of Olympus!” Baby Doll leapt on the chariot next to Zeus and tugged on his tunic. “And Baby too, right Maxie?” Roxy revved up the engine of the rocket. “Not if I have anything to say about it! Let’s go, Wesker!” Without warning the rocket shot forward, crashing through crates and sending the others scrambling. Roxy turned the rocket around, and set it towards the Ventriloquist. The Ventriloquist babbled incoherently until Roxy flew passed him and yanked up onto the rocket to sit behind her. “Hahaha! Now this is my kind a moll!” laughed Scarface, as the rocket shot up toward the retractable roof and smashed through the glass. “After them, my steeds!” cried Zeus, cracking the reins causing the metallic horses to spring to life. As they galloped forward, anti-gravity projectors in their hooves allowed the chariot and it’s passengers to ride up through the roof and into the night. Red Claw glared at Firefly who hovered slightly above, and offered a hand. “It’s the only way to fly.” With a huff, Red Claw raised her arms and took hold of Firefly’s. “Just know, Lynns, that after we get to the ship, and they get the implant out of my head, I’m going to kill you.” “Right back at you, sweetheart,” said Firefly, firing up his suit and launching themselves into the Gotham night. OK: All 6 combatants are their BTAS versions. They can fight among themselves, or simply just try to evade the cops and Batman. The first pair that gets to the boat, wins. Game On!

Thanks! I'm really wanting to focus on putting the spotlight on characters in the database that haven't been used. Seeing how many RWBY and Miraculous characters you've added, and I can tell you're a fan, so I'm glad you liked it!

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: And we are back, folks! Ruby and Ladybug have been able to disable or destroy most of the turrets. The battle terrain is now projecting the Eiffel Tower and Ladybug is swinging on her yo-yo to higher ground as Ruby is using Crescent Rose to launch herself in pursuit! Andel Sanap: Ladybug has reached the observation deck. If she is going to use her Lucky Charm power then she must use it now. Ladybug: Lucky Charm! Al Rossi: Ladybug hurls her yo-yo into the air! There’s a blinding flash of light as it opens up! The Lucky Charm it creates could help her defeat Ruby if Ladybug can figure out how to use it. An item is taking shape and falling into Ladybug’s waiting arms. It’s a…it’s a…What is it? Ladybug: A box of roses? Great. What am I supposed to do with th…oof! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Ladybug has run out of time! Miss Rose has reached her and fires several explosive Dust charges! Al Rossi: Ladybug goes flying andOUCH! Right into a support beam! Ladybug still has that flower box but she’s too dazed to do anything with it. Here comes Ruby again, charging full speed ahead and swinging Crescent Rose! Andel Sanap: A direct strike to the skull of Ladybug! It’s a good thing Miss Rose was using the non-bladed side of her weapon or Ladybug would of needed those flowers for her own funeral! She’s staggering, she’s too close to the edge! Ladybug: Ohhhh AdrienAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Al Rossi: Good grief! She’s fallen off the Tower! Ruby springs into action, Petal Bursting off the deck and swirling around Ladybug to slow her fall! Quick thinking by the Huntress as she reforms on the ground with Ladybug, but I think our super hero isn’t in any condition to fight. Andel Sanap: I agree, Al. The referee is already counting. Referee: 7! 8! 9! 10! TKO! Winner: Ruby Rose! Al Rossi: Congratulations to Ruby for the victory! Now, hopefully we’ve gotten back control of the Control Room, and we can get her and Ladybug out of there. Security? Have you apprehended Miss Bourgeois? Security Guard: Sorry, Mr. Rossi. We finally made it into the Control Room, but when we go here we found all the equipment was locked in automatic and Miss Bourgeois was nowhere inside! Andel Sanap: Wait a minute! Sorry to interrupt, Al, but look at the battle terrain! A hatch is opening up on the ground behind Ladybug and Miss Rose. Someone is rising up out of it! Al Rossi: Is that…Chloe? Queen Wasp (Chloe Bourgeois): Hahahahaha! Well done, Ruby! Congratulations on an excellent battle! Now get out of my way, so I can take Ladybug’s Miraculous! Ruby Rose: Look, I might not know who you are, but I know for sure I’m not letting you near Ladybug! Queen Wasp: Oh, we’ll see about that! Wasps! Venom! Andel Sanap: She’s summoned her swarm of wasps! One sting from those will paralyze Miss Rose! Miss Rose shoots a few of the oversized insects before Petal Bursting away. Al Rossi: As the wasps pursue Ruby, Queen is heading for Ladybug, still knocked loopy on the ground. She’s reaching for the earrings, the Miraculous item that gives Ladybug her powers and disguise and…Wait! Who’s that running toward the barrier? It’s Cat Noir! Andel Sanap: Ladybug’s teammate! He must have been in the audience to cheer her on! He’s leaping toward the barrier with hand upraised! Cat Noir: Cataclysm! Al Rossi: Whoa! One touch from the Miraculous of Destruction and the whole protective barrier has disintegrated! A flying kick to Queen Wasp sends her sprawling and Cat Noir is blocking her from getting to Ladybug. Cat Noir: Ladybug isn’t available now. Would you prefer her handsome partner instead? Queen Wasp: Ugh! You’ll pay for that, kitty! Andel Sanap: Wasp charges forward with strikes as Cat Noir deflects with his staff. Miss Rose has reformed by Ladybug, firing a blast that breaks up the swarm chasing her. The wasps are stunned, but they only have a few moments before they attack again. Ruby Rose: I don’t suppose you have any ideas about what we can do with those flowers? Because I really don’t think these wasp things like roses that much. Ladybug: I know, I’m thinking! Al Rossi: Ladybug’s looking all over the terrain, trying to find something she can combine with her Lucky Charm. Wait. See that look on her face? I think she’s got something. She’s whispering to Ruby, now she’s Petal Bursted away with Ladybug. Andel Sanap: Meanwhile, Cat Noir is on the losing end of his fight with Queen Wasp! She’s got him in a hammerlock and reaching for his Miraculous item, his ring. Queen Wasp: Hand over your Miraculous! Then I’ll be allowed to keep my power and no one will overlook me again! Ladybug: Hey, queenie! If you really want a Miraculous, try to get mine! Bet you can’t catch me and Ruby! Queen Wasp: How dare you! Wasps! Venom! Al Rossi: There go the wasps, and there goes Ladybug and Ruby, carried away in a Petal Burst. All you can see is Ruby’s cloak and petals soaring higher and higher into the rafters of the Tower. Hard to see them up there. Wait! Here they come, around the top of the Tower with the wasps right behind! Andel Sanap: The wasps are right on top of them! They’re stinging the cloak! Down it falls to the ground with the wasps all over it! Cat Noir: Ladybug! No! Al Rossi: Here come’s Queen Wasp to collect her prize. Queen Wasp: Hahaha! At last, Ladybug’s Miraculous is mi….huh? Andel Sanap: Unbelievable! There was nothing under Ruby’s cloak! It was the cloak being suspended and spun by Ladybug’s yo-yo! Al Rossi: With the rose petals coming off the flowers from Ladybug’s Lucky Charm! There’s Ruby and Ladybug lying in wait behind Queen Wasp! Ladybug snaps the yo-yo back, clocking Queen Wasp and leaving her tied up and hanging upside down from one of legs of the Eiffel Tower! Andel Sanap: Ruby is taking aim, targeting the fake Miraculous hair comb that Queen Wasp is wearing! Destroy that and Chloe should be de-akumatized. Ladybug: Are you sure you can make this shot? Ruby Rose: Ha! Can’t I? Ladybug: …Can you… Ruby Rose: Of course I can! Al Rossi: She fires! And nails it! Right on the money! The comb shatters, releasing the akuma. Without it’s influence, Chloe Bourgeois transforms back to her normal, non-powered form. Ladybug: No more evil doing for you, little akuma! Time to de-evilize! Andel Sanap: With a mighty throw, Ladybug sends her open yo-yo flying toward the akuma and snags it out of mid air. The Miraculous will return it to it’s harmless state, as well. Ladybug: Bye bye, little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug! Al Rossi: Ladybug tosses the now empty flower box into the air, and that should summon the power necessary to repair the damage caused by Queen Wasp. Well, Andel, the TCC will definitely have to review this incident to see if Miss Bourgeois should be eligible for competition. Andel Sanap: That’s true, Al. But this display of Chloe’s powers might influence the TCC to give her a more… seasoned opponent when she appears at TTC Arena again. Al Rossi: Well, folks, that’s all the time we’ve got! Again, congratulations to Ruby Rose for her victory, and thanks to Ladybug for some great action. For Phillippa Forrester, and Andel Sanap, I’m Al Rossi! Good night from TCC Arena! Ladybug and Cat Noir: Pound it! Yang Xiao Long: I’m so proud of you, sis! Ruby Rose: Please stop hugging me. I can’t breathe. Chloe Bourgeois: Um hello?! Could somebody get me down from here?! Hey!

Well, good question. XD I've only recently stumbled upon Miraculous out of lockdown inspired boredom. Chloe is your typical bratty rich girl. People do like the character because they enjoy seeing her be so snarky and full of herself, but she's mostly on the show to be a civilian nuisance to Marinette AKA Ladybug. She does occasionally get powers on the show, which gives her fans more ammunition to say, "Look! She can be a hero too!" She isn't a complete monster, just a bullying character that hopefully develops as the show moves forward.

My guess is either people like the Chloe character more, or they have no clue about Miraculous and just voted for Chloe in the Draft matches without knowing who she was or what show she was from. Stay tuned, though, I do plan on writing the finish to this fight!

I'm beginning to notice something. I'm seeing people checking out Chloe's pic around the same times as views of this fight move up. Coincidence? Or are people actually wanting to learn more about the character and want to see her in action based off of this? lol

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans! Coming to you live from the TCC Arena, this is Al Rossi and my colleague Jedi Master Andel Sanap. Andel Sanap: Greetings, viewers, and may the Force be with you all. Al Rossi: Andel, it’s great to be with you calling a fight. After the Nineties Wrestling Federation went under, I thought we’d never work again. But now here we are, back in the game and all thanks to the powers that be of the Transdimensional Combat Commission. Andel Sanap: That’s right, Al. The TCC is looking to create brand new match ups for the fans and new opportunities for combatants. They have been granted access to the profiles of all the competitors who were licensed to compete in the Khazan Arena in the old days, including those who have yet to make their debuts. Such is the case we have here tonight, as the Miraculous Ladybug and Ruby Rose have agreed to take part in the first TCC sanctioned match! Al Rossi: The arena is packed to capacity with guests who’ve signed the waivers to witness this fight. Once the contest is over, all fans and combatants shall be returned to their home dimensions with their injuries healed and memories wiped of any reality altering events. But lets get to this fight, Andel, because both of these girls seem very similar from where I’m sitting. Both of them courageous and…hmm, shall we say slightly awkward? But both jumping at the call to be heroes. Andel Sanap: Indeed. Some oddsmakers have given the advantage to Miss Rose, citing her power and weaponry. But Ladybug is no stranger to heavily armed combatants, and her ability to come up with plans on the fly, combined with her Lucky Charm, could be the deciding factor in this match. Al Rossi: This fight might just be too close to ca.. Security Guard: Hey! Stop! You can’t go in there! Chloe Bourgeois: Out of my way! I can go anywhere I want to! Al Rossi: Uh, ladies and gentlemen, it appears we have a guest with us in the booth, someone who is particularly familiar with Ladybug, Miss Chloe Bourgeois. Chloe Bourgeois: Ha! Ladybug? Please! I’m not here to talk about her. I need to speak with whomever is in charge around here. Al Rossi: Miss Bourgeois, the TCC is busy maintaining the arena, and establishing the barriers that are preventing any paradoxes from disrupting the fight. Chloe Bourgeois: That’s what I’m talking about! People don’t want to see Ladybug or that scruffy looking girl in the cape! The people out there want to see me in competition as Queen Bee! Andel Sanap: Miss Bourgeois, I understand your wish to have a match for yourself, and the TCC is considering granting you one. But tonight you are here as an observer, not a combatant, and you are not helping your case by barging into the announcers’ booth. Chloe Bourgeois: Ugh! Ridiculous! Utterly RIDICULOUS! Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my father is?! No old man in a bathrobe is going to tell me what to do! Andel Sanap: It’s not a bathrobe. Al Rossi: Um, security? Could you please escort Miss Bourgeois back to her seat? Security Guard: Sure thing, Mr. Rossi. Right this way, miss. Chloe Bourgeois: Let go! Get your hands off me! Security Guard: Owch! Get back here, you little brat! Al Rossi: Sorry for the interruption, folks. It appears Miss Bourgeois has her own opinion on this fight. I trust our crack security team will get her under control. In the meantime, let’s go down to the battle terrain and our ring announcer, Philippa Forrester, and bring out our combatants. Philippa? Philippa Forrester: Thanks, Al! Welcome, everyone, to TCC Arena! The following fight is a singles match, winner to be decided by knockout or submission. Introducing first, from the world of Remnant, representing Beacon Academy, Ruby Roooooooose! Andel Sanap: A swirling cloud of rose petals dives to the battle terrain floor and Miss Rose materializes out of it, striking a pose for the crowd with her Crescent Rose scythe. Her cheering section is filled with her fellow classmates from Beacon, including her teammates from Team RWBY. Jaune Arc: You got this, Ruby! Yang Xiao Long: Go get ‘em, sis! Nora Valkyrie: BREAK HER LEGS! Philippa Forrester: And her opponent, from Paris, France, the Guardian of the Miraculous Box, the Miraculoooooooous Ladybuuuuuug! Al Rossi: A rousing reception from the Parisian fans as Ladybug swings in on her yo-yo and somersaults to the ground. She takes in the crowd, which includes several students from the Francois Dupont High School, as well as famous faces Jagged Stone and Mayor Andre Bourgeois. Andel Sanap: And watching from his own private box is the young fashion model Adrien Agreste. Unfortunately, his father Gabriel couldn’t join us tonight. Ladybug’s path has crossed with Adrien’s before. I wonder if she’s seen him in the crowd? Ladybug: Uhhh….. Umm…He’s…in the…with the…and he’s…ohhhh hehe. Al Rossi: I think we can safely say yes to that, Andel. But Ladybug has appeared to pull herself together, and is making her way to the center of the battle terrain for the pre-fight face off with Ruby. Let’s listen in! Ruby Rose: I can’t believe it! I’m about to go one on one with a superhero! Ladybug: Hey, don’t sell yourself short. From what I hear you’re a lot more used to fights in places like this than I am. Ruby Rose: Yeah, I’ve done tournaments, but not against someone like you! You’re a real life super hero! With a secret identity! And a mask! And a cool costume! And not just because it’s red and black like mine is. Ladybug: Ha! Thanks! That’s a very nice…er…weapon you’ve got there. It’s really… big. Ruby Rose: Oh, this. It’s Crescent Rose. It’s a scythe, which is also a customizable, high-impact, sniper rifle. I made it myself. Mmm. Mwah. Ladybug: Did… you just kiss your gun? Ruby Rose: Uhhhhh…no? Soooooo, what weapons do you have? Ladybug: Weapons? Me? Well, I have this. It’s a yo-yo, which is also a…uh…magic…yo-yo. Ruby Rose: …oh. Ladybug: Well, it might not look as big as your scythe thing, but I happen to have won a lot of fights against a lot of tough super villains with it. Ruby Rose: Oh, I believe you. I’ve seen people fight with umbrellas, trumpets, baguettes. I just have never seen a girl fight with a yo-yo. Ladybug: Well, who knows? After today you might know someone who lost a fight to a girl with a yo-yo. Philippa Forrester: Pardon me, ladies, but it’s time for the match to begin. Ladybug: Oh! Thanks, Philippa. Good luck, Ruby, and may the best hero win. Ruby Rose: Same to you, friend. Andel Sanap: A fist bump of good sportsmanship and our combatants return to their sides of the battle terrain as the protective shielding activates around it for the safety of our audience. Al Rossi: Personally I would’ve like to have heard some trash talk, but what can you do? The fans didn’t come here to see these two make awkward small talk, they came for some action! The battle terrain holographic projectors are now beginning to format the location for this battle. The TCC wanted to make certain to choose a neutral location, and judging by the landscape rising from the arena floor it appears they have chosen the Urban Apocalypse map. Andel Sanap: Tall skyscrapers with blown out windows, firebombed vehicles, with a main road running right down the middle. Both ladies have holstered their weapons and are crouched down waiting for the referee to give the word. Referee: Combatants, ready? On your marks. 3. 2. 1. Commence combat! Al Rossi: And Ruby swiftly whips out Crescent Rose in sniper mode, firing several Dust charges toward Ladybug. Ladybug is spinning her yo-yo to deflect the blasts harmlessly into the buildings and the surrounding force field. Andel, Ladybug is heading straight toward Ruby! What do you think is the strategy here? Andel Sanap: Well, Al, she may think she can cut the distance between herself and Miss Rose to force her away from the sniper rifle and go for a close quarters approach. Ladybug wall runs across the buildings, leaping from one side to the other before returning to the ground and charging towards Miss Rose. And look! Miss Rose converts Crescent Rose to it’s scythe mode. She fires a blast to send herself flying towards Ladybug. Here she comes with a swing of the blade! Al Rossi: What a dodge! Ladybug slid on her knees just under the blade. She whirls around, slinging the yo-yo toward Ruby and wow! She’s caught her! That yo-yo cord is wrapped multiple times around Ruby’s legs and has dragged her down hard to the pavement! Ruby is struggling to free herself as Ladybug moves in. Andel Sanap: Ladybug is looking very confident, but she must be careful. Ruby is not beaten yet. Ladybug: So, you’re sure you don’t want to call this a tie? Ruby Rose: Ugh! Puns? Really? Have you been hanging out with my sister? Ladybug: Well, I probably picked that one up from a certain cat I know. Ruby Rose: You’re friends with a cat?! Me too! Well, technically she’s a Faunus. Well, technically that’s a secret, but that’s not important now. The point is I’m not giving up. Ladybug: And how do you expect to fight back, all wrapped up and nowhere to go? Ruby Rose: Well, I’m stronger than I look. I drink my milk and I exercise. Want to join me for a run? Ladybug: Run? What are you talking abouwhoawhoawhoawhoawhoaWHOOOOOOOOOOOOA! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Miss Rose has activated her Petal Burst Semblance. She has transformed into a swirling mass of rose petals and is darting and dashing all over the battle terrain. Al Rossi: And with the yo-yo all tangled up in that mess Ladybug is now the tail of a kite, holding on for dear life! The petals split in two directions, finally releasing the yo-yo cord and Ladybug. She combat rolls to a crouch on the pavement, but she’s looking a little nauseous. Andel Sanap: Meanwhile, Miss Rose has reformed herself on the roof of one of the skyscrapers and is attempting to get a bead on Ladybug with her sniper sight. If she can get off a shot then this fight could be ov….wait. What’s happening? What’s happening to the projection? Al Rossi: The Urban Apocalypse hologram is fading! It’s transforming to a different level. Ruby is still perched on top of a tall building, but…Hey! That’s Beacon Tower! This is Beacon Academy, Ruby’s school! Andel Sanap: This is certainly not a part of the fight, but Miss Rose seems too focused on getting a clear shot on Ladybug to noticed. But what’s this? Something is rising out of the roof behind Ruby! It’s a laser turret! It’s powering up! Ladybug sees it! Ladybug: Ruby! Look out! Al Rossi: Yikes! That was close! Ruby spun around just in time to deflect the blast with Crescent Rose! More turrets are appearing on the other buildings and at ground level, sending Ladybug running for cover. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry but these obstacles were by no means a part of the stipulations of this match. Control Room! Control Room? Somebody answer me! What’s going on in there? Security Guard: Er, sorry, Mr. Rossi, but we’re having a technical problem. Well actually it’s an intruder problem. Miss Bourgeois got away from us and somehow managed to break into the Control Room and force out the techs inside! She’s activated the battle terrain randomizer, which will change the location of the battle to different areas from the combatant’s memories. She’s also armed the third party obstacles, including the turrets. Al Rossi: How is this possible?! This is teenage girl we’re talking about! How could she do all that? Security Guard: Well, she’s not quite a teenage girl, Mr. Rossi. The techs say she was wearing some kind of outfit, calling herself Queen Wasp or something. Andel Sanap: Don’t tell me that girl has gotten herself akumatized again? Al Rossi: It sure looks that way, Andel. For now, it looks like the fight must continue until we can get Miss Bourgeois out of the Control Room. All fans in attendance, please remain in your seats. Also, an important notice. If anyone has seen Adrien Agreste, please direct him to security immediately. His party is looking for him. Who is going to win this chaotic battle? We’ll have to watch to find out! OK: Ruby Rose: RWBY Volume 3. Ladybug: Miraculous Pre-Season 4. Whoever defeats the other by knockout or submission, while surviving Chloe’s meddling with the battle, wins. Game On!

I will yield to the judges. The whole tier system is confusing to me.

After seeing all this discussion, I would just like to say that to me it makes no sense to put a being that can warp a planet into another dimension (AMAZO) in the same 'tier' as some of the other characters in this group. People aren't going to discount stomping the GL corps and JLU because they were 'watered down'. They'll see a being that acquired the powers of 7 leaguers, traveled through space and became a flying brick.

THE BOTTOM LINE. Heh heh heh heh! Hello, kiddies! That's right. Your old pal the Crypt Keeper was victorious over that pile of goo and his slimy sycophants. I lured them all into my refrigerated room and sealed it so tight that they couldn't even get out in their slime form. After a few hours all of them returned to lifeless dolls. Although it's a shame about that cheerleader. You gotta love a ghoul who'll stick by her man. Heh heh heh! Speaking of which, turns out that Gooey Gus isn't made from bubble gum, but chewing gum. Yes, it surprised me too, kiddies. I didn't think he looked chewish! AHHAHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAHAHA! Heh heh heh heh heh heh.

THE BOTTOM LINE: Hi, everybody! It's me, Katie! broadwaybeyonder let me use his account to let you know how it all turned out. I did go 'ka-boom', and Minerva had all those people jump me, but I got upset again and sent that stuck up Mink flying out of the backlot! I would just like to thank Clara Fox for finding my misplaced contract. I start filming my cartoons again soon! Well, they told me it'll take a while to get everything prepared but they'll let me know when their ready. Don't worry, fans, you'll see me on Animaniacs again! Or I might have to have another talk with Warners. lol. jk. See ya!

If Arya Stark couldn't win a snowman making contest, I might've taken another 8 years off this site. 😆 Good start to the season!

Thanks, Fox!

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THEN Slappy the Living Dummy had been invited by the Crypt Keeper to his mansion, despite Slappy starting a fight during his last visit that left both beings furious with each other. The Crypt Keeper appeared to want to make peace with Slappy by luring a party of teenagers to his mansion and allowing Slappy to torment them. In reality, it was a trap for Slappy, as well, as the Crypt Keeper unleashed Gooey Gus the Slime Monster in the mansion to destroy Slappy for good. NOW Slappy burst through the kitchen door, followed by his three remaining converted puppets, one of whom was carrying a blonde girl in a torn cheerleading outfit over his shoulder. She kicked and punched at the wooden thing that was once her friend as the other two puppets closed the door and stood guard on either side of it. “Let me go! Please, Johnny! I know you’re still in there! Please let me go!” Slappy spun around and snarled at the puppet. “You heard the little lady. Let her go!” The puppet proceeded to lift the girl off it’s shoulders, then dropped her on the floor. She groaned in pain, scrambling to get away from Slappy, who laughed hysterically. “Hahahahaha! Well, he let you go!” The girl hunched over in the corner, fear etched in her face as she gazed at Slappy. “Please,” she begged. “I won’t tell anyone about this. Just please let me out of here! I won’t call the police or anybody! I promise I won’t!” Slappy pulled out his knife and drew closer to the girl. “Oh I know you won’t, dearie. Just know that the only reason I haven’t turned you into a blockhead like your buddies here is that I plan on getting out of here in one piece. It’s always more fun to have a slave if they have a spirit you can break! Hahahaha!” Slappy’s face and tone grew serious as he the knife close to the girl’s tear stained face. “But don’t think I won’t use my magic on you and send you to face grape boy out there if you don’t SHUT! UP!” The girl cowered and sobbed silently as Slappy turned around to see the door handle starting to turn. He yelled to his puppets. “Hold that door shut, sawdust brains! And get ready!” The puppets locked arms across the door frame to keep the door from opening. From the other side Slappy could hear Gooey Gus’ voice. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” The door shook for a few moments, then stopped. The girl shrieked as purple slime started to seep under the door into the kitchen. Rising out of the puddle, rose the body of Gooey Gus, his eyes glaring down on Slappy. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” “Yeah, purple puss!” taunted Slappy. “You think you’re tough just cuz you slimed all my slaves? You are nothing compared to me! I’m invincible!” Gooey Gus twisted it’s head back and forth, as if straining for strength. “I’M….SLIME! I’M….GUS!” The girl looked in stunned disbelief. “Why did he say that? I thought he couldn’t say anything but…” “Shut it!” snapped Slappy, looking back at Gus with near wonder in his voice. “I knew you got bigger and stronger when you got hotter. Guess you get smarter too. Hahahaha! That’s just fine! You’ll have enough brains in your ugly head to realize what’s gonna happen to you!” Slappy exhaled a breath of his magic green smoke at Gooey Gus. Gooey Gus recoiled in pain, waving it’s arms in front of itself in a vain attempt to disperse the smoke. “BURNING…STEAMING…” it moaned. “You got that right, ya grape goof!” mocked Slappy. “And your night’s just about to get a lot more painful. And colder. Grab em, boys!” The two puppets at the door grabbed Gooey Gus by the arms. Gooey Gus growled, thrashed, and spit slime around the room, sending Slappy and the girl dodging out of the way as the puppets dragged Gooey Gus to the refrigerator, where the third puppet was waiting. The puppets shoved Gooey Gus into the refrigerator and slammed the door, it’s legs and arms sticking out and flailing frantically. The puppets pressed against the door to try to force it shut. “COLD! COLD!” the Slime Monster screeched. Slappy clapped his hands and laughed victoriously. “Hahahahahahaaaa! A little time in there and he’ll be shrunk back to doll size. A little longer and he’ll be just a toy again. Then we can toss him down the garbage disposal and have some REAL fun, dearie. What you have to say to tha…” Slappy was interrupted as a broom swatted him across the kitchen into the sink. The girl held the broom out towards one of the puppets as it left the refrigerator door to stop her. The girl tried her best to stop her voice from shaking and to sound brave. “Leave me alone! I’m getting out of here right now, and you aren’t going to stop me! I’m warning you!” The puppet grabbed the broom and yanked the girl into it’s waiting arms. Slappy jumped out of the sink as the girl struggled to free herself. “Very heroic and very stupid of you, dearie.” Slappy sneered as he readied his knife. “I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to be my slave.” Then the door of the refrigerator burst open. The two puppets who were guarding it clattered to the floor and stumbled over each other as the Gooey Gus spun around to face them. “SLIME ANYONE?” A torrent of purple ooze blasted out of Gooey Gus’ mouth and covered the puppets in seconds. Slappy leapt forward and slashed with his knife, cutting a gash in Gooey Gus’ jacket exposing the twisted, purple gum form beneath. Gooey Gus lunged forward and lifted up Slappy with one hand. “Put me down!” Slappy raved. “Put me down, you bubble brain! You walking eggplant! You… you…” Gooey Gus took it’s free hand, shoved it in Slappy’s mouth, and forced it open. Then, the Slime Monster ejected gallon upon gallon of slime down Slappy’s throat. The Living Dummy thrashed his body to free himself, tried to beg for mercy, but Gooey Gus was too strong and his mouth was filled with slime. The girl covered her eyes as Slappy’s suit began to rip and tear as slime began leaking out of his body. His ceramic buckled as slime poured out of his eyes. Still Gooey Gus unleashed his fury on the Living Dummy, until the pressure was too great. Slappy’s head exploded in a blast of purple goo, and his green magic smoke rose from the remains and disappeared into the walls of the Crypt Keeper’s mansion. The puppet holding the girl let go of her and fell to the ground unconscious, it’s appearance slowly returning to the form of a teenage boy. She went to the boy’s side and held him close. “Oh Johnny! You’ll be alright. Just take it easy. We’ll get you and the others out of here.” Gooey Gus dropped what was left of Slappy’s slime stained body to the floor, then turned to the girl. Green smoke rose like steam off it’s body as Gooey Gus stumbled forward before falling to a knee. The girl slowly stood up against the wall, looking at the now pitiful looking creature before her, head twitching and hands covering it’s face in pain. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” The girl cautiously took a step forward. “Thanks. The creepy doll would have killed me if you hadn’t done that.” Gooey Gus looked up from it’s hands at her. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” She fell back to her still unconscious friend, holding him in her arms. “No, I swear I’m not. Nobody is. If you let us leave now, we’ll never say anything about you. You can have this house to yourself. Nobody will bother you, or laugh at you again. What do you say?” For a moment, Gooey Gus seemed to consider the girl’s words. No more people laughing, no more cold. But then it looked down at it’s shriveled hands. It’s eyes narrowed into slits at the two teenagers before it. “SLIME ANYONE?” “AHHHHHHahahahahahahaha!” The Crypt Keeper cackled with glee. From the comfort of his creepy crypt below, he watched on the screen as Gooey Gus’ slime encircled the two remaining humans. “Good old Gus! I always knew he was hot stuff! Heh heh heh heh heh heh! And knotty Slappy! He’s no different than the kiddies when they see Gus! One look, and they go to pieces! Heh heh heh heh! Now that Slappy’s spirt has been absorbed by my mansion, I will never have to deal with that talking doorstop again!” On the screen, Gooey Gus had finished trapping the ‘kiddies’ in a slime cocoon. It turned it’s attention to the refrigerator, ripping the door off it’s hinges then shoving the remainder to the tiled floor. “My, my,” smirked the Crypt Keeper. “Guess my grape guest still has some anger issues to sort out. No matter. I have enough ice in my crypt to shrink ‘em down to size. Then I’ll put him in the cooler and I’ll…” The Crypt Keeper’s plotting was interrupted by a strange sound from the television. He looked to see Gooey Gus standing in front of the slime cocoon which held two of Slappy’s puppets. The same green mist that had been hovering over Gooey Gus, was now glowing around the mass of gum. And something was moving within the slime ball, pushing forward against the membrane, as if something was trying to get out. Gooey Gus cocked it’s head in confusion. “SLIME? STEAMING…SLIME?” Suddenly 2 pairs of shriveled purple hands burst from the slime. The hands forced the opening wider and wider, until the owners’ the hands could step through. The two teenagers that Slappy had converted were no longer wooden puppets. Now their clothes were tattered and torn, their hair left patchy, and their skin purple and twisted. Gooey Gus’ eyes widened. “YOU…SLIME? YOU…Gus?” The remains of the Crypt Keeper’s jaw dropped. Then he began banging on the table in rage. “No fair! Curse that Slappy! Curse that kindling klutz’s magic! It’s mixed with the magics that make Gooey Gus live and now…” More ripping and tearing came from the second cocoon, revealing the boy and the cheerleader, both of whom also had been converted to slime like Gus. The girls hair was now a mass of purple tendrils, and her smile had been reduced to 3 decayed molars. The girl slime monster lurched toward Gooey Gus. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” The other monsters picked up the chant as they drew closer to Gooey Gus, holding out it’s arms before it. “NO! ME SLIME YOU! YOU SLIME! I’M SLIME!” The girl slime monster crouched on her hands and knees, eyes glaring. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?” The Crypt Keeper returned to his seat to face the screen, and rubbed his hands in anticipation. “Well, well, well. I guess we’re in for a battle of the sexes. Maybe they’ll destroy each other! A race of monsters sliming themselves into extinction! I just love real life drama! Heh heh heh heh heh!” “SLIME ANYONE?” the girl slime monster shrieked, followed by a stream of slime at Gooey Gus. Gooey Gus’ upraised arms blocked the slime which now coated the sleave of it’s jacket. It stared amazed at the purple substance as it dripped from it’s arm to the floor. With it’s other hand, Gooey Gus grabbed at the slime splatter and ripped it off, looking at the globby mess in it’s hands. Slowly the slime itself started to recede, mingling with Gooey Gus’ slimy skin until merged with it completely. The girl slime monster lunged toward Gooey Gus with hands outstretched, but Gooey Gus grabbed it’s challenger by a lump of purple curls and twisted her face up to look at it. “YOU SLIME!” bellowed Gooey Gus. “I’M SLIME! I’M GUS! YOU NO SLIME ME!” Gooey Gus let the girl slime monster go, and turned to face the three others. “WE…SLIME! WE SLIME! WE…SLIME…ANYONE!” The Crypt Keeper rose from his chair as Gooey Gus and his new friends marched out of the kitchen and made their way into the mansion, continuing the chant as they went. “SLIME ANYONE? SLIME ANYONE? SLIME ANYONE?” The Crypt Keeper scurried to a door in the crypt and quickly unlocked it. Inside the room were piles and piles of ice. He turned to face the screen with a dangerous grin as the 5 monstrosities trampled through the mansion, sliming everything in their path. “Hey, Gus. Do you know what killed the dinosaurs? The ICE Age! AHHHHHHahahahahahaha! Heh heh heh heh heh heh!” OK: The Crypt Keeper: All abilities/tools he used on TV. He knows the mansion, and he knows Gooey Gus’ weaknesses. He also has a large supply of ice and a refrigerated room. He wins by destroying Gooey Gus and it’s converted monsters. Gooey Gus: All it’s abilities from the previous fight plus slightly more intelligence. It only has the four converted slime monsters, who have the same lack of intelligence Gus had in the previous fight. It wins by sliming and destroying the Crypt Keeper. Game On!

“But you don’t understand! I have to speak with Mr. Plotz immediately!” Clara, Mr. Plotz’ secretary, sat stoically behind her desk as the pleading, teenage girl in the sweater stood before her. In her years working at the Warner Bros Studio, Clara had seen all kinds of unusual things; talking hippos, mice planning to take over the world, not to mention the Warner siblings themselves. This girl seemed so ordinary she was almost not worth noticing. “I’m sorry, miss,” said Clara, adjusting her glasses. “But Mr. Plotz doesn’t see anybody without an appointment.” “But I don’t need an appointment!” pouted the girl. “I was on the original Animaniacs show! I need to talk to Mr. Plotz to straighten this all out!” Clara sighed, and turned to her computer. “Very well. Your name, please?” The girl straightened her sweater and held her head high. “Katie Ka-Boom. But you know that already.” Katie’s confidence started to leave her face as she noticed the look of non-recognition on Clara’s. “Surely you remember my song, at least?” Katie took a step away from the desk, put her hands in front of her, and started swaying back and forth as she sang. She’s Katie Ka-Boom! Katie Ka-Boom! She lives in a house with a garden in bloom! Her family knows that anytime soon, Their little lady, Katie, goes Ka-Boom! Katie struck a pose with the biggest jazz hands and smile she could muster. Clara still looked unimpressed. “Sooooo, you were a chorus girl?” Katie’s jaw tightened, and a flicker of light flashed in her eyes, but she took a deep breath and exhaled before she approached the desk. “No! I was a star! I had my own series of cartoon shorts on Animaniacs! Oh, and my family too, of course.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Are they going to be joining us, as well?” Katie shook her head. “Mom joined a convent, Tinker is with protective services, and Daddy’s at a Jimmy Stewart Look-a Like contest. That’s another thing I need to talk to Mr. Plotz about. I’ll need a new family, a new house…” “I’m sorry, miss,” interrupted Clara. “But I don’t recall anything from Mr. Plotz about a…Katie KerBlam cartoon.” Katie gasped indignantly. “It’s Ka-Boom. And how could he have forgotten me? I had a great run! I ran for…um…er…well, it doesn’t matter how long I ran for! The point is, I was hit! That’s why I knew when I saw that Animaniacs was coming back and you hadn’t contacted me for it, there must have been a mix up with my contract! Probably got misplaced by some intern or a dopey secretary. Er, no offense.” Clara just kept scrolling through files on her computer, trying to remember how temperamental child actors could be. “Miss…um…Ka-Boom? I’m sorry but there was no mix up with your contract. There is no record of you being sent one. Or any record of discussion to consider sending you one.” Katie starting inhaling and exhaling faster, desperately trying to keep her temper in check. “But that can’t be right! Please! You’ve got to let me see Mr. Plotz now! The Warners’ can’t do the show without me!” Clara rose behind the desk. “I’m sorry, Miss Ka-Boom, but even if you had an appointment you wouldn’t be able to see Mr. Plotz. He’s…um…dealing with a…uh…personal issue.” Before Katie could reply, she was distracted by the sound of wolf whistles and cat calls from outside the door to the office. The door swung open, and there, with a line of enraptured males behind her, stood Minerva Mink. She was wearing a strapless, red dress, sunglasses and white sun hat. She turned to gaze at the men behind her, with their eyes bugging out, tongues dragging on the floor, and hearts pounding out of their chests. She smiled and waved with her hand and tail to the crowd. “Thanks for helping me find the CEO’s office, boys. See you around the lot!” She turned back into the office as the crowd collectively fainted to the ground with dumbstruck expressions of joy on their faces. Katie looked to the ceiling in disgust. “Great. Just what I needed today.” Minerva closed the door with her tail, breezed past Katie, and sat on the edge of Clara’s desk. “Minerva Mink. Here for my meeting with Mr. Plotz.” Katie stomped her foot. “You can’t meet Mr. Plotz! I need to meet Mr. Plotz!” Clara sat down again and turned her attention to Minerva. “I’m sorry, Miss Mink, but as I was trying to explain to this young lady, Mr. Plotz is not in. To be honest, he is at the hospital under observation. He was found this morning trying to eat his telephone and wrapped up in the cord.” Minerva gave a coy smile and waved her hand dismissively. “Yes, that was probably my bad. It always seems to happen when I’m talking to a boy on the phone.” “You don’t say,” muttered Katie. Minerva turned around, finally noticing Katie was in the room. “I’m sorry? Have we met before?” Katie counted to 10 in her head before putting on her biggest smile. “Minerva, don’t tell me you don’t remember me? It’s me! Katie!” Minerva peeked over the rims of her sunglasses at Katie, then gave a squeal of recognition as she rushed to embrace her. “Oh! Katie! Katie Ka-Boing! It’s so charming to see you after all these years.” Katie grinded her teeth as Minerva kissed her on both cheeks. “Ka-Boom. Not Ka-Boing. Ka-Boom.” Minerva took off her hat, allowing her blonde hair to fall perfectly to her shoulders as she continued. “Well, I’d love to chat over old times, Katie, dear, but I’m going to be talking to Mr. Plotz. Well, maybe not Mr. Plotz since he’s, heh, out of order at the moment. But I simply must talk to somebody at Warner Bros about my job in the new Animaniacs.” “But I’m here for a job!” Katie cried. Minerva tucked her sunglasses in her dress and looked Katie up and down. “A job? As what? Are they finally hiring new janitors around here? The lot certainly could use it.” Katie could feel her blood boiling as she valiantly tried to hold on to her composure. “I’m not here to be a janitor,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m here to be on the show! Like I did before.” Minerva looked confused for a moment, then laughed as she put her sunglasses back on. “Oh, Katie, dear, I’m sorry. But, um, do you really think modern audiences want to see, um, whatever is you do?” Katie spluttered in disbelief as Clara looked through her desk and pulled out a black folder. “Like they would want to watch what you do?! Just do short after short of men falling on their faces over you?” Minerva gave a cheeky smile. “Doesn’t have be just men, dear.” She looked over her shoulder with a smoldering glance at Clara. Clara’s eyes began to bulge and her jaw started to head toward the desk before she shook herself out of it and cleared her throat. “Er ahem. Excuse me, ladies, but I think I have the answer to your problem.” Katie and Minerva crowded to the desk as Clara removed a piece a paper from the black folder. On the paper was a list of names, with Katie and Minerva’s names on top. “As you can see,” explained Clara, “the executives at Hulu made a list of individuals they did not want on the Animaniacs revival. Both of you were on top of the list over concerns that your cartoons were too violent, and…um…explicit.” Minerva gave her most innocent look. “But there wasn’t any violence in my cartoons.” Katie facepalmed in disbelief. “I’m the violent one! You’re the explicit one, you air-headed excuse for a fox!” Minerva gave an imperious look as she wrapped her tail around her arm like a stole. “That’s mink, sweetheart. And I’m not going to stand for this! This is going to be my big comeback. And I’m not going to let anyone get in my way. Not Hulu, not Plotz, and certainly not some second rate teenage bimbo!” “Now, ladies,” said Clara. “There must be some way we can…” She was cut off by Katie sticking her finger in Minerva’s face. “Listen up, Minerva! I earned my spot on Animaniacs before and I can do it again! There’s no way I’m going back to community theater when I’ve got this chance right here!” “Do you think it’s been easy for me?!” exclaimed Minerva, putting her hand to brow dramatically. “Do you think I’ve enjoyed going from job to job, posing on DeviantArt for money?!” “Yes,” Katie said flatly. Minerva thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay maybe a little. But the point is I belong here! On screen! A star!” “Ha! A star!” snorted Katie. “A star who only starred in TWO cartoons! After that you were lucky the censors let you on as an extra. I deserve to be here! I did twice as many shorts as you!” Minerva swished her tail as she gave poison-filled smile at Katie. “Uh huh, and not even half as many people cared about your cartoons as they did for mine. Just over 10 minutes of screen time and I became the biggest furry celebrity this side of Bugs Bunny. Just what did you do in your cartoons, little girl?” That did it. Katie had had enough. “LITTLE GIRL?!?!” Smoke started pouring out of her ears encircling her like a tornado, and the bright flashes of light returned to her eyes. All of this was ignored by Minerva, who turned back to face Clara at the desk. “Listen, dear, you get on the phone and call the Warners. Yakko, Wakko. Call Dot if you have to. I’m not leaving this office until I speak to someone in charge.” Minerva suddenly realized that Clara wasn’t paying attention. Her face was a picture of fright, and her eyes were focused on something behind Minerva. Minerva turned around and before her stood a being that used to look like a teenage girl. In her place was an 8 foot tall green monstrosity. It’s arms dragged on the floor, ending in long fingers and pointed talons. It’s mouth was a forest of fangs and it’s eyes flashed lightning. It also was wearing the remnants of Katie’s sweater and pants, as well as her hair. The creature roared in Minerva’s face, sending her hat and glasses flying and Clara ducking under the desk. Minerva gazed up at ‘Katie’ as her hair fell back into place. “Oh yeah,” Minerva said glumly. “You did that, didn’t you?” The next thing the people in the backlot heard was the sound of Minerva Mink crashing through the door to Mr. Plotz’ office. She hurtled through air and crashed through several backdrops as ‘Katie’ gave chase, her eyes shoot lasers that sent stagehands ducking for cover. “Please, Miss Ka-Boom!” shouted Clara from behind the desk. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” ‘Katie’ howled to the heavens. “I’M NOT OVERREACTING! I’M A TEENAGER!” Minerva’s flight continued as she crashed to a brick wall and into the studio gymnasium. Actors and stunt doubles jumped aside as Minerva slammed through a final wall and landed in the studio pool. She crawled out of the shallow end, trying to squeeze her dress dry as she ranted. “That does it! First she tries to steal my part! Then she insults me! Then she throws me across the lot! Now she’s ruined my dress?! That’s it! I don’t care how big she is! I’ll get that spoiled rotten little…” Minerva stopped herself. She always knew when she was being watched. She turned to see that all of the people in the gymnasium were looking at her with adoring eyes. “Hi, Minerva,” one of the actors asked shyly. “Is there anything we can do for you?” Minerva thought for a moment, then grinned deviously. She did her best to strike an alluring pose while standing soaking wet. “Hi, boys. I’ve got a little problem. Could you lend me a hand?” OK: Katie Ka-Boom: She stays in her monster form until she gets what she wants or until she goes ‘ka-boom’. She then returns to human until something gets her mad enough to transform again. Minerva Mink: She is able to use her Toon ability to drive anyone who is remotely attracted to her to do what she wants. She has access to every person on the Warner Bros backlot from Animaniacs, with the exception of Yakko, Wakko, and Dot. Winner is whoever immobilizes the other and gets their contract to be on the Animaniacs revival. Game On!

“This had better be good, Keeper,” muttered Slappy. The dummy sat on an antique chair, gazing at the Crypt Keeper as he stood hunched over a table reading through one of his many books. “I’ve got better things to do with my nights than be cooped up here in your dump of a crypt.” The Crypt Keeper cackled as he shut the book, and turned his attention fully to Slappy. “Heh heh heh heh. Why, Slappy. You shouldn’t say things that aren’t true. You wouldn’t want your noise to start growing again. Heh heh!” “That was Pinocchio, you pile of bones and pus!” snapped Slappy. “I’ve been sitting here for an hour while you’ve just been reading that stupid book!” “Ah, but there’s nothing like burying yourself in a good story. Heh heh heh! “ The Crypt Keeper placed the book back on a shelf as voice grew more serious. “You should consider yourself lucky that the only threat to you has been dying of boredom. After your behavior at my last monster bash, I could have turned you into kindling the minute you set foot at my door again.” “You’re the one who invited Zeke the Plumber without telling anybody!” “That’s no reason for having a brawl that wrecked my haunted home!” “How could you tell it was wrecked? It always looks like this!” The two stood eye to eye glaring at each other. Then both cackled gleefully. “Heh heh heh! Oh, you really are a cut up, Slappy. I’ve always had a soft spot in my…er…guts for you. I’m willing to let die-gones be die-gones. And to make it up to you, I’ve arranged a special trick r treat for you.” The Crypt Keeper picked up an old remote, pressing a button and turning on a wall of televisions. Through the static, Slappy could see a surveillance camera view of each room in the Keeper’s mansion above them. But the cameras also revealed that they were not alone. Hurrying from room to room were young humans, carrying kegs, dancing and chatting excitedly together. “What are these brats doing here?” said Slappy. “These brats are from a community college near here,” explained the Crypt Keeper. “Apparently someone invited them all to a night of thrills and chills in my mansion.” Slappy looked back at the screens stunned. “Let me get this straight. These low rent co eds received anonymous invitations to a party in the most haunted looking house on Earth, and they all said yes?” The Crypt Keeper grinned and nodded. “I believe they thought it would be ‘lit’. Heh heh heh!” Slappy howled with laughter. “Hahahaha! Boy, I love humans!” The Crypt Keeper motioned to a book case. “Behind that shelf is a passage way. It will lead you up to the study. From there I’m sure you can find some way to make our young fiends feel…comfortable.” Slappy hurried to the book case, slipping a knife into his suit pocket. “Oh I’m sure I can. Thanks a lot, Crypty. Whenever anyone tells me you’re not a nice guy….I’ll be sure to believe ‘em! Hahahahahaha!” Slappy pulled out one of the books, and the shelf moved aside to reveal a stairwell. Slappy hurried up the steps as the book shelf swung back into place behind him. With the Living Dummy gone, the Crypt Keeper’s grin vanished. “That stupid pile of termite food! You really think I’d bring you here to bury the hatchet? Heh heh. Well you’re right. I’ll bury it right in your wooden head!” The Crypt Keeper hurried across the crypt to a blue Igloo cooler wrapped in chains and padlocked. He quickly undid the locks and lifted the lid of the cooler. Inside, laid out on pile of ice, was a very ugly doll. It was the size of a Cabbage Patch Kid, but it was purple, wrinkled, and hairless. It was dressed in a red turtle neck sweater, black pants, and a black leather trench coat. Carefully, the Crypt Keeper lifted the doll out of the cooler, brushing away the frost on it’s head. “Shh. There, there. I’m sorry you had to be kept on ice for a while, but we must keep you a surprise for that demented Muppet up there. Now, let’s see if you are still in good shirking order.” He pressed a button on the back of the doll’s head. The doll cycled through it’s pre-recorded catchphrases. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” “SLIME ANYONE?” After a final press of the button, a purple slime trickled out of the doll’s mouth. The Crypt Keeper stuck his finger in the slime and put it in his mouth. “Mmmm. Grape bubblegum. Heh heh! Ya gotta love those retro 90s toys. Although it would have been better if it was red scary or slaughter-melon flavored instead. But no matter. Now that I know you’re still functioning, why don’t you go warm yourself by the fire? Or rather….IN it?” The Crypt Keeper threw the doll across the crypt like a football, sending it flying into a stone fireplace. A burst of flames shot out of the fireplace, soon replaced by billowing clouds of purple smoke. Out the smoke, crawling out on it’s hands and knees, was the doll. It struggled to it’s feet, swaying to maintain it’s balance. The toy that was once the size of a normal doll now stood at a towering 6 feet tall. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” it growled. The Crypt Keeper clapped his hands triumphantly. “Heh heh heh heh! It worked! The stories about Gooey Gus were true! Talk about getting hot under the collar! Heh heh heh!” Gooey Gus pointed a shriveled hand at the Crypt Keeper. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” “Who? Me? Oh not at all, my fruity fiend. Don’t tell me you’re still feeling heated about me putting you in cold storage, are you?” Gooey Gus squinted at the Crypt Keeper. “SLIME ANYONE?” Gooey Gus reared back his head, and the Crypt Keeper jumped out the way behind a stone gargoyle. Gooey Gus unleashed a torrent of purple slime from his mouth on the chair that Slappy had been sitting in. Within seconds it was completely enveloped in slimy cocoon. The Crypt Keeper peeked out to look at his ruined furniture. “Oh boy. I always liked that armchair. I had it made of real arms. But I really think you should focus your rage on someone who really is laughing at you.” Gooey Gus lurched toward the Crypt Keeper. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” “Yes, yes, my twisted pile of gum,” said the Crypt Keeper, pointing at the television screens which showed Slappy having taken the teenagers hostage in the study. “But that little man there is the one laughing at you, not me.” Gooey Gus cocked his head at the screen and stated as Slappy used his green breath to convert one the teenagers into a lifesized puppet. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” “Yes, he is, Gus,” soothed the Crypt Keeper, patting his arm consolingly. “And he’s going to keep laughing at you unless you do something about it. So, my purple pal, what are you going to do about it?” Gooey Gus looked with his bloodshot eyes at the televisions, then sent them crashing to the floor, and turned to glare at the Crypt Keeper. “SLIME ANYONE?” “Perfect!” cried the Crypt Keeper, as he ushered Gooey Gus to the book case. “Secret passage is through there.” Gooey Gus looked confused at the briefcase, then melted himself into a slimy puddle and slid underneath to the other side. The Crypt Keeper rushed back to the television monitors, and set it on a desk to watch the fun. In the study Slappy had finished with his victim. On the floor was now a dummy with a painted face, and carved jaw, still wearing a varsity jacket. “Please,” sobbed a blonde girl. “Why are you doing this?” Slappy drew close her, and pointed the knife toward her face. “Because you are my slaves, sweetie. I can do what ever I want to you. You can either do as a say, or you can wind up like your friend over there.” Another boy in a varsity jacket leaned toward Slappy, stopping short only because of the knife. “Let us go, you psychotic little…” His blustering was interrupted as the bookcase burst out into the study, sending books flying and the teenagers screaming and ducking for cover. Slappy’s eyes widened as Gooey Gus entered the room. “What are you supposed to be? The Toxic Avenger?” Gooey Gus stepped over the fallen bookcase toward Slappy. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” Slappy couldn’t believe his eyes. “Wait a minute. You’re that freak from that PBS show? Did Keeper put you up to this?” Gooey Gus stretched out his arms toward Slappy. “YOU LAUGHING AT ME? YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” Slappy waved the knife dismissively at the lumbering slime monster. “Yeah, yeah. You weren’t much for conversation back in the day either, were you? As you can see I’m busy right now so why don’t you hop on the next Greyhound to Brooklyn and I’ll…” Suddenly the boy in the varsity rushed forward, knocking aside Slappy and charging toward Gooey Gus with fists raised. “Leave us alone, you freaks!” he cried swinging punch at Gus’ chest. The fist sunk into slime that made up Gooey Gus. The boy tried to pull back his fist, but it was stuck tight. Gooey Gus looked down at the arm stuck in his chest, then glared down at the foolish boy. “SLIME ANYONE?” The last sensations the boy experienced was the blast of slime dislodging him from the monster’s chest, the feeling of flying through air, crashing against a wall, then the world turning purple as the slime cocooned around him, attaching him to the wall. The other teenagers scattered, screaming and running to various rooms in the mansion. Gooey Gus looked around the room. “Hey! Raisin Brain!” Gus turned around to see Slappy, flanked by two teenagers converted into dummies, and using his magic to grow to Gus’ height. “You’ve made the worst mistake of your life, gruesome. And after I’m done with you, I’m gonna make the Crypt Keeper pay!” Gooey Gus raised his arms above his head as he roared. “I’M BURNING MAD! I’M STEAMING MAD!” Slappy readied his knife and he charged forward with his puppets behind him. “Yeah? Join the club.” OK: Slappy: Has all his abilities from books/movies. I’ve added that he can use his magic to grow to human size, but it will wear down over time. He can ‘recharge’ but he must revert to dummy size while he does. The Crypt Keeper: Has all his abilities from his shows. Gooey Gus: Gus is essentially Clayface crossed with a zombie. He can project his slime to trap people and turn to slime himself to get passed locked doors. He can be weakened by cold or substances that soften his gum based body. If he gets too cold, he loses strength and returns to doll size. Slappy or Gus win by destroying the other, then taking out Crypt Keeper. The Crypt Keeper wins if the teenagers destroy Slappy and Gus (leaving them easy pickings for the Crypt Keeper), or if he destroys the winner of Slappy/Gus himself. Game On!

In the ruins of Tartarus, Eris sat on a marble throne, gazing at a luminescent globe of the Earth. In one hand she held a glass of wine, the other petting the head of the constellation Leo. She grinned with satisfaction as she inspected the planet. “War? Disease? Political upheaval? Panic in the streets? Ha! What a year! I haven’t had this much fun since the Trojan War!” “Gotta love a goddess who appreciates the classics,” said a sly voice. Eris groaned, looking up at the figure that had appeared standing on the globe. Hades, Lord of the Dead, gave his best attempt at a friendly smile. Eris motioned to Leo, allowing it to ascend into the heavens, then addressed Hades as she poured herself another drink. “Lord Hades, how unexpected. What do you want?” Hades gave a hurt expression. “Seriously? What is it with people? Gods, mortals. They always have to assume that I want something. Is it so hard to believe that I would just like to drop in on a friend and say, ‘Hello, how are ya?” Eris took a sip from her glass and with a firm swipe of her hand caused the globe Hades was standing on to vanish. The god remained suspended in midair, gently lowering himself as he continued his diatribe. “I mean, come on, Eri, babe, sweetheart. I would think you wouldn’t mind having some company around here. Although you’ve done wonders with the place. Did you just dust?” Eris tossed aside her glass and rose from her throne to stand eye to eye with Hades. “Please. People think you want something because you always want something. So stop trying to sweet talk me like I’m some mortal mark. Get to the point.” Hades huffed a sigh and held out his arms. “Ok, ok, ok. Here’s the deal. You have been busy this year. Let’s face it, you’ve really been living up to the whole ‘Goddess of Discord’ thing. Bad news, that means you’ve been filling my Underworld with a lot of mortal souls.” “So what?” shrugged Eris. “Don’t tell me you came all this way because you’re feeling bad about a few mortals kicking the bucket?” Hades snorted. “Bad? Me? Come on, mortals dying? That’s all they do. But here’s the thing. I would really appreciate if you took a chill pill and took it easy for the next year or two. Just until we can take care of the backlog of dead you’ve given me. And while you’re taking a break from driving humans nuts, maybe we can find something else to pass the time.” Eris instantly felt uneasy. “We?” she said, trying to keep calm. Hades apparated to her side, putting his arm around her shoulder. “Sure, we. I mean, Eri, I always knew that we had a connection. We do have a lot in common. Making deals, thirsting for power.” He snapped his fingers, allowing a small blaze to appear in his hands. “We both like to smoke. Heh heh. Just a little pun there.” Eris knew that if she had a stomach she would be throwing up. Hades made the fire disperse and went on, apparating back in front of Eris. “But seriously, babe. Think of the possibilities. The Goddess of Discord and the God of the Underworld. Chaos and Death. Just think what we could do to those stuck up pricks on Olympus, huh? After that, you and I could do anything to the mortals we wanted without having to play by my dumb brother’s rules. Whadaya say?” Hades held out his hand, his smile showing his pointed teeth. Eris looked down at the hand, then looked right at Hades and laughed in his face. She fell back into her throne and apparated away, her laughter echoing against the pillars of Tartarus. Hades remained standing with his hand outstretched, his smile now melting into a look of concern. “Um, Eri, sweetheart? Was that a yes or a no? You’re sending me mixed signals here…” A sudden shriek from above was all the warning Hades got. He looked up just in time the giant Roc come swooping down towards him, with Eris perched on his back. Hades was sent sprawling to avoid the talons of the great bird as it lashed out with it’s beak. “You foolish god,” Eris dangerously purred. “I already can do anything to the mortals I want. And I don’t have work with a deadbeat like you to do it. So why don’t you just go back to your Underworld before I use you for bird food?” Hades sent a blast of fire toward the Roc and apparated away. The Roc took to the air as Eris patted it’s head. “Don’t worry, dear. That creep would have given you indigestion anyway. Ha!” At the same moment, Hades apparated back into his court in the Underworld where Pain and Panic greeted him. “Hey, boss!” shouted Pain. “How did it go?” “Yeah,” said Panic. “Did she like your offer?” Hades said nothing. He unleashed his flames on Pain and Panic, his face twisted in rage. He turned his back on his henchmen as they reformed themselves. “Boys, spread the word. I want every monster I’ve got on the payroll. The next time I go to Tartarus, I’m going teach our little Eri a lesson in how to not TICK! ME! OFF!” Pain and Panic looked at each other. “Guess it didn’t go well” said Panic. “Sounds about right,” said Pain. OK: Eris: At full strength. Has all of her powers/monsters from the movie. Hades: At full strength. Has all of his powers/monsters from the movie. No Titans. Fight will take place in Tartarus. Who wins? Enjoy!

Alright. Was a little disappointed. She was one of the few winners I had! XD But it's all good.

When you say Alice is pre banned, is that Alice in Wonderland under Toon?

First draft I wound up in the middle of the pack. Second draft I wound up getting kicked around like a soccer ball. Here's hoping for this one.