by Gooz, Jonah'sWhale, Fahrenheit 451, Happy Noodle Boy, Eurostar and Nowhereman
Light shone over a dark field. One figure was in the distance, the man known as Prometheus X.
"No... it can't be... I have failed... My duty was to protect... and I failed... They are dead... all dead... And my hands are stained with their blood... because I couldn't protect them... "
Light shone over the plain, and the dead bodies of all of the members of the MBL appeared.
"They are all dead... Why?"
A glimpse into the future ended, and the man known as Prometheus X fell to the ground in pain.
"No... I can't... it can't be possible..."
In Iowa, in the temporary absence of Hardy New-Born, Nightwatch had managed to convince almost all the remaining MBLers to go back to Thunder City with him to rescue Smasher and fight the Hypertime Entity. Only Jonah's Whale still strongly disagreed.
Jonah's Whale: "Wait. Smasher said it's a trap."
Nightwatch: "We've already been over this."
Jonah's Whale: "No. We can't go after the Hypertime Entity, knowing that that's what he really wants us to do."
Nightwatch: "Look, Whale! Who runs this team?"
Jonah's Whale: "You do until the Rhymer returns, and I can't let you or him make this mistake."
Nightwatch: "You know, it was only for the memory of Hero that you were accepted into this team. Don't make me regret it."
Jonah's Whale: "But..."
Nightwatch: "Let's go to Thunder City, folks, and rescue Smasher."
Jonah's Whale: "Is no one else seeing this?"
Nightwatch: "Coming, J.W.?"
Jonah's Whale stood in defiance, his arms crossed.
Nightwatch: "You're off the team. Hand over your communicator..."
So Flintlock, having not heard about the return of the Hypertime Entity, was wandering around in nearby Marshalltown, Iowa, looking for something to do. He walked up to a bulletin board and read the advertisements on it.
"Ho-down tomorrow at 7:00 p.m."
Flintlock: "Sweet. But I better keep this secret from the others, otherwise they'll want some, too. Now, I have to keep myself occupied 'till tomorrow. What to do?"
He walked around town some more and entered a newspaper printing press, where he overheard, "So in tomorrow's paper, we will run these naked pictures of Britney Spears."
Realizing a golden opportunity when he saw one, he quietly sneaked up behind the guy. He slowly raised his hand to grab the envelope. And when he did, he said, "YOINK!" as he grabbed it and ran away.
Reporter: "'Yoink'?"
Flintlock was now out on the street walking around again. "Mmmmm... Naked Britney Spears..." A small drop of saliva formed on the edge of his mouth and fell to the ground below.
Cop: "Hey, you city slicker! You think you can come to a small town and do whatever you please?"
Flintlock: "Well, actually, where I come from is smaller than this..."
Cop: "Quiet! You are in violation of city code 86987-R."
Flintlock: "Putting gerbils down pants for the purpose of gambling?"
Cop: "All right, wise guy, come with me."
The police officer took the folder and threw Flintlock in a cell.
Cop: "You'll stay here 'till your trial. Supper is served at six, so be there. And here is the remote for the TV. We get over three-hundred channels from all over the globe."
Flintlock: "Do you get HBO?"
Cop: "No. That would be an extra $10.95 a month."
Flintlock: "NOOOOO!"
Hardy New-Born returned after having cleaned his uniform and asked why Jonah's Whale was missing. The British metahero explained the situation.
Hardy New-Born: "What?! I never said we were going to Thunder City! We're staying in Iowa, you idiot!"
"Are you serious?" said Nightwatch, obviously disagreeing with the Rhymer's decision.
And in the middle of the action appeared Eurostar, asking for membership in the MBL.
And Hardy New-Born said, "Yeah, okay."
Eurostar: "Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!"
And then a volcano burst out of the field, and a sharp piece of cold lava cut off Eurostar's head. The head was on the ground.
Eurostar: "Oh, merda! I'm a ghost again! Should check on Demi Moore!"
The volcano was beginning to erupt, and quickly, without the intervention of the MBL, Iowa would be submerged under molten lava.
J.T. Free: "Does this mean we're all dead? Aww... this sucks! We die, and Nowhereman, Money-Grubber, and Disco Stave are loungin' in Hawaii. That is so unfair. I told you we should've ditched this place instead of fighting. I didn't even get to see any breasts. LAME!"
Hardy New-Born sighed. "We're not dead, but can't you even die in silence?"
J.T. Free harrumphed.
Meanwhile, in Hawaii, Nowhereman, Disco Stave, and Money-Grubber continued to soak up the sun's rays, totally oblivious to their comrades' situation.
Nowhereman: "Do ya think we should go back for the others?"
Disco Stave: "Nah."
Money-Grubber: "You guys were right! The breasts here are fantastic!"
Nowhereman: "Pass me one of those pineapple things with an umbrella in it!"
Money-Grubber: "Just get a beer, ya freak!"