by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk, T5 and GoozX
Back on the haunted island:
"Are there dancing people running toward us?" M'xy asked.
"Yup," Sam Dawson said.
"Not just dancing people," Lance Lorenzo added. "They look like cannibals to me."
"Right," M'xy said. "What's a cannibal? What do they do?"
"You don't wanna know," Lance replied.
"So there are dancing cannibals running toward us? What should we d--" Sam began. "Wait, I can't believe I just said that."
"Oh, you'll get used," Lance said.
"Sure," Sam said, getting kind of worried about the current situation. "As I was saying, what should we do?"
"Dunno," Lance sighed. "I'd say run, but that's so cliche."
"I could make 'em disappear," M'xy said, "I think."
"No good. That's cliche, too..."
"Shut up! Do it, M'xy!" Sam yelled, seeing that the voodoo people were getting awfully close to them.
M'xy had an angry expression in his face. "Wait, what do you mean by 'you don't wanna know,' Lance?" M'xy asked. "How do you know if I wanna know?"
"M'XY!"
"I mean, if I asked, it was for a reason, right?" M'xy continued.
"M'XXXXY!"
"Yes?"
"DO IT!"
"Do what?" M'xy asked, and then remembered. "Ooooh!"
But it was too late. The voodoo people were already all over them.
"Good work, M'xy," Sam was able to say as they were getting their asses kicked by the group of men, who obviously had some kind of magic help on their side. "Thanks for the help, Lance."
"You're welc--" Lance was able to say before getting knocked by something in the head.
Then everything went black for the three of them.
Meanwhile, back at the apartments:
"MICK!" Shirley Francis yelled.
"I's Pete!" Pete Glover said.
"No! You don't--" Shirley said, suddenly very upset.
"Yah, it is! Don' I know me own name?" Pete replied, confused.
"You don't understand! Mick's in danger! We have to help him!"
The three so-called heroes were bound and gagged with plums stuffed in their mouths, then thrown onto a truck, causing even more headache and some bruises.
A hooting witch doctor jumped up on the truck, spreading some white powder over them. They could feel their bodies going numb in an instant.
And so the truck started, bumping along ill-kept gravel roads for about four miles. The truck stopped, and hands took hold of their bodies, and they were thrown off the truck. Great pain! Sam's ankle seemed to have twisted the wrong way.
Someone took them by the hair and dragged them toward a huge, white manison.
Drums could be heard inside.
The door opened, and a huge, well-trained man with a painted skull on his face and a weird-looking, chopped off, white smoking jacket and white shorts, came out.
"Hello, my friends. Ah, I see you have the sacrifice ready," he says with a wide smile that showed an impossible row of white teeth.
"As you command, Ton-Ton!" the group of men said in unison, letting go of the three heroes.
CNN report:
"A Boeing 247 was hijacked today at Quebec Airport. The plane's crew, the only witnesses, saw no one enter the cockpit. No demands were issued by the hijacker, and it seems to be on course for the island of La Perdita in the West Indies. The authorities there are prepared to take control of the plane when it lands."
Lance was able to make the chains that held him and his teammates together intangible, and they fell to the ground, along with a few plums.
"Shit." Sam held his leg, which was twisted in a very awkward position. Blood flowed as a dark blue-black color covered the young man's leg. He was visibly in pain.
"Aren't you able to morph or something?" Lance asked. Seeing Sam's blank look, he added, "Morph into someone with two good legs?"
"If only," Sam answered. "I can change my appearance all I want, but whoever I look like will still have a painfully broken leg."
"M'xy, can you help?" Lance asked, but M'xy was staring at the large man before them, who was ready to kill them or even eat them, probably both.
"M'xy!" Lance yelled in a whisper.
M'xy turned and looked at the two.
"My leg?" Sam asked, pain in his eyes.
"Oh, here," M'xy said as a red energy hit Sam's leg, shaping it back to its normal position.
"Thanks," Sam said while getting to his feet.
Ton-Ton jumped at the hero, slamming his fist across Sam's face. Sam shook it off and stepped forward, only to topple over in pain. "My leg..." was the last thing he said before passing out.
"Shit!" Lance added, turning intangible as the huge black man, with a white-painted skull, jumped at him.
The man grabbed M'xy by the head and crushed his top hat. "That was not very nic--" Ton-Ton cut M'xy off by slamming him into the wall, cracking it down the center.
"M'xy, blast him or something!" Lance yelled toward the young man now getting to his feet.
Ton-Ton tried to silence Lance by punching him but had no luck connecting. Lance simply stuck out his tongue.
"Uh, call for backup!" M'xy said as another punch met his face.
"Oh yeah!" Lance said with a newfound realization. "My cell!"
Lance took out his cell phone and dialed the apartment, but there was no answer.
"Wait, why am I calling my room?" Lance hit his own head, then dialed again.
"Yello?" Pete answered.
"Pete! We're in trouble -- captured!"
"Who be this?"
"Pete, it's me, Lance!"
"Ah, is Mick wit' you, too?"
"Yeah, and Sam! Get the others! Help us!"
Pete was silent for a moment, and Lance thought he heard Shirley's voice near the phone. Finally, Pete said, "I get dem others. We be right there!"
M'xy suddenly had a great idea on how to immobilize his enemy. He turned the upper quarter of an inch of the floor into superglue.
Ton-Ton and his goons fell over, with their feet stuck in the floor. Sam sat cursing out loud in the corner as his butt and left hand were also stuck to the floor.
The only person free to move was Lance. Quickly he realized this and tried to formulate a swift plan in his mind. After a few moments of deep thought, he concluded: "We're doomed."