Chapter 1
More than 4 months had passed since the kidnappings of millions of innocents from London, Tokyo and Farmington, MI. The 4 teams who made the rescues--and defeat of evil dictator Lord Crostard--possible were living happier lives, but there was still something missing. “Track season is starting up soon,” reminded sister Katie “Humphrey the Owl”.
“Yes.”
Jonathan felt more welcomed even though others had at least appeared pleasant to him before. His racing stats were abysmal compared to the studs of rival’s and even his own school. 1 mile PR of 8:29, next to an 8th grader’s 5:59 or lower. “What was your mile long personal record, Humphrey?”
“8:46.”
“Mine could be worse.”
“This just in on Channel 7 News, a mysterious figure known as Scientist Anonymous has declared a worldwide race unlike any other.”
“CR” and Humphrey sat down and zoomed in sharply. “There will be 12 races held in Denver, South Africa, and other elaborate locations, even space.”
Space?, they both thought. But how?
“Man in charge is Greg Granite.”
Program showed a photo of he who had a goatee, buzz cut black hair, and a white well groomed top. “Have we seen this face before?”
Somewhat shy Young didn’t know how to answer such confusing inquiry beseeched right on the spot. Either way, Humphrey knew he was just deeply puzzled to say a thing then.
Others across globe had heard the report, including Malcolm’s family in New Mexico, Austin Powers gang in United Kingdom, a Canadian cul-de-sac, and WIG CEO then currently in Argentina. There was also a relatively new famous group known as Smosh whose fame soared thanks to YouTube. “We were number 1 most subscribed until that other jerk stole our thunder!”
“Calm down, Ian.”
“And accept Box Man and other mascots defeated?! Hel--”
“Guys,” interrupted cardboard guy darting into office, “check this news out.”
Duo ran to tv room. “Grand prize for 1st will be $3,000,000.”
“3,000,000 fu--”
CLICK! “I hate this channel,” told the body language of mute, but studly, Hardcore Max.
“What?! No!”
Snagged remote to turn back. “Competition will begin Monday April 6. Be ready with 4 partners.”
“Ya heard that?!,” Ian standing in excitement.
“Smosh is saved and we can get the girls down at Burger King.”
“Ian,” coming from concerned Padila, “this won’t be easy. How we gonna find vehicles made for this sh-- Wait. Boxman, what did they say about karts?”
“He said the 1 in charge would provide them.”
“Phew! Now need plane tickets, probably, if it’s far away.”
“It starts at some town named Farmington, Michigan.”
BM, a little worried he’d leave girlfriend beyond, but reminded himself the award would aid everything. “Who’s gonna be our 5th member??”
Anthony then heard, “Your dog, Sparky, can come,” noted Hecox.
“A pet??? We need people!”
“Please, pretty please. Ya trying to ruin mine--”
Turned to Max secretly encouraging. “I mean his happy time there??”
Mute 1 gave a big frown like Ian. Articulating one placed cardboard frown on Box bud’s mouth. Head member saw and stern turned sadden expression made him reconsider, especially when white dog walked up to his shoe. Gently standing on attire, “Alright.”
“Yay!”
“Whoo-hoo!”
“Only because there’s no 1 else available now.”
Next day, Jon enjoyed eating pizza at Jacob’s table. “You heard the news?”
“Yes, Jonathan. I wanna help, too.”
“Reporter did say 1 in charge would only allow 25 participants. Will choose who races or not.”
“Who knows? I’ll send in our requests at address in Ontario in Canada.”
“Twin, me, and sister will join. We need 5th 1. Who wants to do it?”
“I will!”
“Paige?,” wondered Jonny.
“You helped me so I’ll aid you 2, and your cute brother, too.”
Hiding blushing, Young thought of if anyone hearing them at table wanted to do it and wisely take his or someone else’s spot. Asking with great questioning, “Anybody else considering?”
“No.”
“Too busy.”
“No thanks.”
“Have volunteer work to accomplish.”
“See you 2 break week!”
“All the jawbreakers we could buy--12,000,000!”
“Yes, Eddy,” Ed thinking about victory, “and cotton gravy!”
He gave a funny “Huh?” face to Ed. “Yes, but all the prize dough goes to me.”
“You wish,” roughly interrotto red hat member.
“You said it would fund my bike repairs. Isn’t that why you picked me and Nazz??”
“Uh, yeah, of course. Just kidding, Kev.”
“You better be.”
“Calm down, Kevin,” patted Nazz on his back.
“You’ll beat other kart drivers. You’ll see.”
Double D, sitting right beside all on small place, stood quietly, thinking blissfully about Eddy suggesting beauty join team. Hope I don’t embarrass myself...
3 hours later, they arrived at a sprit mall in MI town. Team J w/ new people + more Team Powers and WIG were standing by. “I love this groovy American-Greek food!,” praised Austin Powers.
“Hercules Restaurant is a tasty joint,” added Jonathan.
“You really want to compete against us?,” vutisite Foxy.
“Don’t worry. Your real competition are those drones and obstacles raising the challenges. Do what makes you happy.”
“Thank you,” cherished Cleopatra.
“You all are going down.”
“Anthony,” calmly insisted pasteboard teammate, “it’s just a race.”
“But they’re enemies.”
Holding hyper 1 in care, “He’s just playing. Have fun, blond boy!”
“Where’s that dexterous 1 and his sibling, Reese?,” asketc J Young.
“I’m right beside you.”
Turned right to spot Malcolm with 3 other guys. “Meet Dewey, Francis and Craig.”
“Because you bravely rescued me from tube, I’ll go easy on you and friends.”
Even though letting everyone else win highly worried him with low racing stats, he still replied, “Go as fast as all of you should.”
“You’re quite kind,” commented short little Dewey, “wish my big brothers let me finish 1st.”
“I do, too!,” abrupted taller lad Francis.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I have.”
“Never have.”
“Last week.”
“Big fib.”
“Knock it off, you 2!,” ordered Feldspar, shoving both aside.
“Concentrate on dodging bots, outsmarting ramps or high slopes, and funding yours and chiefly mine Lucky Aide sweepstakes cash.”
“Hope Reese doesn’t screw everything up,” vurile youngest as moving head to eye crazy mate eating like a hyena in burger joint.
At the 1st starting line, The Smosh YouTubers met up with the other groups. Hardcore Max examined competitors, including Nazz, Ringger, and most notably Ms. Humphrey. Combing hair w/ hands to back, body language was saying, “Hey, babe, you’re styling full of radiant looks and kindness. I’ll let you 3, especially you tallest 1, win.”
SHOVE! Young pushed him into ditch all wet and muddy. Rightfully disgusted as Max was hardcore, about being a warthog! SPAT!! As he exhaled out dirty liquid, the ladies unhappy turned gleeful in defending themselves.
“Time to save more apes!”
CEO of WIG, further down dream road to world’s greatest wildlife savior, kept expanding corp. motivatedly more thanks to dollars on animal brain. “We won’t sabotage your member,” told Reese who had just walked by. “But we might eliminate siblings and Craig.”
“Hey!”
Dewey was especially hurt by biker who always shoved him to dirt during timed bike rides. “I’d let you win,” continued crazy youngster, “But we need that green stuff to buy hot girl magazines.”
Giving “What???” look and then backtalked, “Stupid goal you have.”
“Is not! Bring it on, bitc--”
“Alrighty then!”
Inside, they rooted lovingly for each other and thought 0 hatred.
“Racing time!”
Granite, who looked oddly familiar to many, commanded all get inside each snazzy, titanium, highly technological NASCAR-like karts. As each aligned 5 by 5,“Bottom 2 per race will be disqualified and sent to loser’s area.”
“Ready, Mini Me?,” said Dr. Evil next to MM.
All drivers sat down to close doors. “Ha!” shouted FB who wanted to be more active in events w/ definitely inspiration Austin.
“How’s a dog & disabled dude gonna win?”
Ian and CR, all frowned, wanted to comment back, but just knew his group brought along a man just wanting to be greater without looking soft; had to even open and close door for quiet member before climbing into their own. Please let my little baby Pig win.
All engines on full throttle. “3. 2. 1. START!!”
They dashed through at 88 mph. “Too bad this ain’t a DeLorean that can fly. Me, Ed, would fly to the moon!”
Hearing him through communicator, “Shut up, Ed!”
“Yes, Kenny! I mean Kev.”
“My fast and furious pod will shine like gold,” communicated Box dude.
“Anything to make me and gf glad.”
Getting to 1st bend, “Ok, Piglet dear brother, just follow 1 in front of you.”
RC’s teachings on how to steer wheels hoped and prayed they paid off. “Here they come!”
Black and gray robots looking human-like were armed w/ ray guns, ready to fire at them. BLAST! BLAST! BLAST! BLAST! BLAST! “Turn left!”
“Zigzag!”
“Sprint!”
“Crash into them!”
“Use ramps!”
“Move--”
KABOOM! Malcolm saw the first elimination: poor Reese!
“Focus, everyone. We must avenge him.”
“Yes, Francis,” understood Dewer.
“Even if he is an as--”
Smoke generated from car drifting extremely sharply was from Hardcore guy. He smirked totally full of himself as giving a stroke that couldn’t be seen by those outside dark windows: looked awful. “Speedy Gonzales” full steamed to front of pack. 2 people side by side turned surprisingly more tender than others. Following leader in front and twisting to left successfully, “Well done, Joe the Piglet!”
The 3 loyal to cute 1 drove side by side on left, right and behind for neat little boy.
Next road marked end of lap one. “Wonder how your stupid dog made it and will survive two more lap.”
“Can it, short Ed!”
Anthony loved that canine more than anything, even Hecox. “Go, Sparky!”
FB, actually doing it for Powers and company, schemed something. Drove straight while to right. East side bumped into dog’s left; rightfully made calm pooch growl. RUFF! RUFF! “Whatca gonna do, park and beg?”
Next corner came. Fat B saw and prepared to all nervous but excited for victory. Rival, by surprise, managed to be strong enough to step on the gas and go west at the perfect times. Other, too stunned and distracted, drove off course: disqualified! “Oh, well, wanted to be just a rooter anyhow.”
Approaching last third and final part, those looking after the baby Pig heard twin say, “Now, press foot on right accelerator.”
Guiding 1 sped gradually up as he did. “Kind of like playing ‘Mario Kart 64,’ isn’t it, you 4?”
“YES, Humphrey!,” joyously exclaimed Double J.
“One of the few games I owned,” told Malcolm.
“I know we’re versing each other. But I’d thought I’d spread some nice chatting, to those playing fairly, of course.”
“Ok, Hong Kong Donkey Kong!”
“Maybe at a minimum, Ace...”
“Don’t become cocky.”
“Says you, loser Craig!”
“Hey, Ventura!”
While saddened Feldspar felt also disgusted, “Remember our deal, Mr. Max.”
Ian H. could tell he recalled and maintained just right speed. “Come on, come on...”
ZZZOOOOMMMM! “Victory!”
Fastest and best bicyclist protected his title. “WWHAATT?!”
After parking before getting out, “We had an agreement! Girls would dig me as the next stud man on any ride and you’d proudly move down to 2nd.”
Mute guy looked mischievously proud.
A couple finishers later, the team of five together, having quiet constituent finish ahead. “Awesome job, winner Piglet!”
Rest went out and joined RC to pat his pig on the back. “You’ll be victorious, little 1,” complimented Humphrey who was not always showing gladness to many, but close pal was an exception.
Being carried on super fast jet leader provided, now 23 people readied for Denver, CO, track. Of course, you know who still glimmered at gal trio: instantly slammed door on him! While Humphrey was relieved, “Looks like my state checklist will be one step closer to completion.”
“If Reese were here,” murmured Malcolm, “he’d told you we live near here and ask one of you out on a one night honeymoon.”
“EEWW!”
“No way!”
“I’ll pass.”
“Maybe he’d ask all three to go out at once.”
Before either could reply, “Hey, has anyone seen my bro?”
They nodded no in concern to show they still cared about slob. “I called him through cell phone and first time ever he didn’t respond.”
At last craft landed. Minutes later, engines warmed up again as crazy and cool IH snag, “I’m in first throughout
You cannot beat me
My team’s slowest of all:
That makes me filled with much glee!”
“Shut up, loud mouth!,” demanded duo partner.
“You may think you’re speedier than me, but I’m too fast and too furious for you, bi--”
Over three minutes later, CRASH! He let his alter ego distract him slam into corner. Punched steering wheel in frustration. BAMM!! Inflatable bag burst on him! It’s ok, he calmy told himself, be of good cheer. Your other allies will win for you and take... All the... glory... began feeling furious. “FFUUUC--”
As Maxi snootily won again, ZAAPPP! Loser and Goldmember were sent to an eerie small room where the previous last place ones sat in depression. “You look like you became hobos.”
“Actually, brown haired boy,” explained Reese, “we’re not homeless and we have no clue what’s occurring. I think he’s up to something.”
“Who, Anthony?”
“He means the one running these tracks,” told 24th place one.
“He has no gold it seems.”
“You mean I’ll earn $2,999,999.99?”
“That guy looks just like a foe these both and I met in September, I think.”
“As long as I get me money,” discussed fat one, “I think he’s fine.”
Goldmember put on hand forehead while turning head in disbelief. Silly old slob!!
The small hood of the Ed’s cul-de-sac was so easy for Ed gang, but Double D & Nazz were kind enough to have disabled boy finish before them; Kev refused to be booted out, though, on his own stomping grounds. RC felt concerned about his PRs not really proving he could be stellar at racing in even motor things. But lightened up more it was for a sweet little cherub.
Farmington’s “Weird Al,” who had excelled at sports beyond football, wondered profoundly and caute what his Jones mom was thinking...
More than 10,000 miles away back in the Glove, “This is Worldwide News.”
Watching from Hercules Family Diner, “As of right now, our contenders have reached 4th location and are soon moving on to some Arizona spot.”
“Lucky you got that widescreen tv hanging on the ceiling in time for my son’s races.”
“Of course, Mr. Jones,” yace waiter.
“My son is far far away,” anxiously shtuar the Mrs., “but at least he’s being a star not by Pluto far far away, from family.”
I feel your sympathy,” observed cute, chubby faced Winnie mommy, “My ‘Christopher’ is far off, too.”
Adorable frown displayed on that moon face all found warm and fuzzy. “Relax, misses.”
“He’ll win on top.”
“I think they’ll finish with silver and gold.”
“Both will slip prize winnings.”
No 1 could help but sympathize with lovable, little Winnie. “Our daughter is in good hands thanks to those 4,” commentatione daddy Riggest right beside wife.
“Too bad John has to work today,” dixit Winnie about her husband.
“This would make him proud of observing his boy’s varsity worthy ranks.”
“If they win,” additae manager, “which they will, we’ll be sure to congratulate them on it, and also saving us from that tyrant skull monster.”
Stranger or loyal friends like Jones’ or Ringga’s right by, all cherished human pug and any of her fam.
At huge parking lot and interior of Craig’s & Malcolm’s Lucky Aide shop, “Because I feel so sorry ya all,” store clerk C Feldspar falou, “especially pretty blondes from Michigan, I’ll crash myself into my office.”
Bless that saccharine teller; Malcolm scarified his perfect streak for he who touched his heart so much that the vexation and strain of broers melted away soothingly.
During the freezing Antarctica visit, everyone was allowed to rest for the night. Invisible white sparkling ball appeared while all were tucked out and sleeping. “Greetings again, Jonathan.”
“Spirit?”
“Yes, I am--”
“You sound familiar,” silently ambled up “Al”.
“Hey, I know you, “Lumpy onderbreek.
“You stole my ‘Chickens Monthly’ subscription service! Give it back, or else Sheldon will unleash his inner--”
“Bless you no, silly boy,” softly reassured Angel Craig.
“I gave you and a few others those rings.”
“What I could’ve used to scam into a million quarters?”
Angel turned crossed at Eddy. “Listen, everyone here is endangered.”
“From losing?”
The question Humphrey had as walking up w/ PR and “the baby” was retorted. “From a scientist.”
“Dr. Frankenstein?”
“Silly tall 1. Someone you know you see: the entire globe is at stake.”
“Who?? How do we beat him now?!!”
Before short Ed boy could receive rejoinder, POOOOF!
Eyes wide opened and moving core up, “What was that?,” gepander Rostopher.
“I had a strange dream, too,” uttered startled WA Yankovic, “about some ice cream man lookalike.”
Roommate decided to say nothing back for more rest while his kommer rose as looking at “kitten Milo” who also looked calmly stunned.
The next solar day, track Hawaii full of suspiciously erupting volcanoes made even HM uncomfortable. Mute mouthed and gestured, “Do you think this head guy’s up to something?”
Even w/ 2 remaining chicks in front, he cooled it for the sake of showing he truly did care about their happiness. (A relief Ace was an expert at sign languages.) “I know you and puppy-like dog are concerned about your pals, and ladies, too.”
Kind little lover patted sunglasses attire athlete, and ensured, “This CEO, and substitute Alfred Lugosi, will have empire WIG--and other heroes--vanquish threat, if there is 1, Maxie. Back to contest! Move out!”
All went back to vessel. “First prize being a monkey’s?”
CHIRP! CHRIRP! “Not you,” he glanced up, “Charles, ya dam--”
ERUPT! Volcano started to flood of lava nearby. “Time to scram! Alrighty then!”
Austin’s hometown proved to be challenging course as well. Though spy knew England backwards & forwards, he was always eerie and sharply looked out for any traps. With track now filled obstacles that were at least obvious, he more anxious about how Dr. Evil’s prank pens would sabotage everything. Got to stay focused and inspire Reese and Malcolm more! Wonder where are they...
Basil, Ms. Fagwell, and rest of agent squads--along with crowds of pretty women--watched from London Hall. “Groovy luck, Powers!”
“We love you!”
“Beat that Hardcore loser!”
“Take me out next Saturday, please!”
Giving Elvis wink, he stayed greatly confident.
Fastening seatbelt, “This one’s for Asian twins.”
Leaned out last second. “Wish me luck, Fook Mi and Fook Yu!”
Japanese duo waved vigorously at the international man of their unmysterious dreams.
“3. 2. 1. GGOOO!!”
Steering side by side, “Dr. Evil.”
“Yeah?”
“Are your traps still set up?”
“Hmmm, maybe.”
A little angered, “Whatcha mean maybe???”
“We’ll look back someday for a very funny laugh.”
“Doctor...”
Ticked off guy was then told, “See that bend over there?”
“Yeah,” uitroep sort of angrily.
“Drive on it.”
He listened anyway because of how former foe blossomed in niceness over long time. Drifting on center of bend, BEAM!!! Lasers popping out of every corner fired at--robots??? That underground knob car’s movement activated blasted out obstacles, not racers. “I programmed to recognize friends and kill only threats near them.”
A. Powers was verstom, but reluctant. “You’re welcome, Mr. Powers. Turn around.”
Briefly moving figure backwards, Ace was checking up. BOOM!! The bot debris wrecked him predictably. Faster 1 said no more, grinning.
2nd to last was Foxy who her lover wanted to give her rightful things. “Wait,” ordered him, “before you disqualify her, can’t I voluntarily forfeit instead?”
“Hmm...,” thought broadcaster, “you are the only 1 who has done it so far...”
Please say yes!.... “You can.”
His expression screamed “Yippee!” for FC. “I’ll be sure you get extra gladness in lowest placed room.”
ZAP!! Foxy and remaining ones thought, He must really want to move this grand prix forward.
South Africa’s Cape Town, a sight for wonder and aw! No deserts with lion filled grasses: just green goodness, huge fancy buildings, and best of all, perfect place to call Rolf, Wario Sr. and wife Winnie human Pooh. “Hello,” dialed Crobin.
“Hey, RC!”
“Winnie!”
“How’s the drivin’ goin’?”
“Neat, human elephant.”
“When and where is next event?”
“Africa.”
“Are there honey trees by you?”
Searched outside by the grove of nature. “No.”
“Well, I still have my own KFC honey we got last month. I heard there are guys in London....”
Off topic of subject for that day, but son went with the flow for cutest--behind twin--thing in world.
From the other corner, “Guess who’s winnin’ jawbreakers, Rolfy boy.”
“Kevin?”
“NO!”
“Jimmy?”
“He’s not even here, you know that!”
“Um... who?”
Roughly putting hand on face and sliding it tragically, “It’s me! I’m stud muffin!”
“You’re baking cupcakes?”
Not knowing what to say anymore even happy, but oddly confused, foreigner, “Yes. I’m cookin’ a batch of brownies in Egypt or Madagascar, or wherever.”
“Very nice. Hope blond boy wins!”
Bitterly hung up. “Just you wait, Ed! In 10 minutes, I’ll be adored by all the children watchin’ and begging for my autograph. ‘Oh, Eddy, you’re so handsome! Please be my dad, and marry my hot babe mom!’”
“Yes, you will.”
“Victory, here I come!”
“Man, that was humiliating.”
Shirt blown to shreds, smoke dust all over, feeling a little feeble, loud mouth suffered a shocking defeat. “No fair. Where’d that drone above ramp come from?!”
Feeling less angered, “Fine. Take me and dufus here to--”
ZAAAPP! Jonathan Robin thought fondly of all “Winniefied” friends similar to mommy “Otis” pug back in America.
Universal Studios of Singapore: there, Beijing, Tokyo, Florida or California, right park for those w/ array of movie knowledge. Overwhelming for Mini Me and especially Joey whose autism at 13 made him think like a 6 year-old. “We’re right behind you,” all caretakers said at once.
It was so difficult to get him to sit still in pitch black cinemas; identical bro believed in him. Always.
“Scared, Mini Me?”
The Doc hated seeing his best friend horrified and rolled up into a ball. “Well.... I guess somebody won’t want any CHOCOLATE!”
“HMM?”
Rolled out of circle and grabbed him forcefully by shirt: relief he was taller! “Want them? Win this match and you will have a chocolate factory called M & M’s (Mini & Me’s) Inc.! Plus a mansion by the sea if ya finish 1st.”
Double M clambered down, patient for getting those home country Cadbury Dairy Milk in spite being petrified and starving.
Meanwhile, in a satellite looking station above earth, “Those fools are falling right into my trap. Greg Granite: no such person. My fake ID; my tech from here hypnotized the world’s newscasters into thinking this chemist of Granite Racing Enterprises was real. Could’ve done fighting, but their tactics proved too much for that against my past comrades. Glad my ex-master is gone forever. That self destruct chip I equipped for him paid off when that base of his collapsed. Now, it’s my turn to destroy everyone: those rodent heroes, 1st!”
Boldly rushing through lane, even if it meant going through only dark areas filled with fires, loud carnivorous T-Rexes and raptors, droids and huge ramps adding to intensity, or any hurdle kind, was walaacsan. Winner overall was... Piglet Young! “We’re so proud of you, King Piglet!”
Tears of joy went down Rostopher Crobin’s face. The boy, who couldn’t speak, expressed feelings saying, “I was overwhelmed by such frightening, lonely, black creatures and clamors. Definitely not meant to move around unescorted at all. But you all guided me with steadily and efficiently. Particularly you, identical 1.”
Both hugged in comfort, all emotionally touched. Even though other small mute lost, he still tenderly related to hero and understood. More so when Doc gave him box for best efforts.
From space station, “1 more elimination round, and then... Hmmm... World domination.”
The lasting heat at Guajira Desert within Colombia + Venezuela was rough, but to make it exceeding the other hindrances was allotting to top 7 finalists. Maxie and Sparky were pumped. “I’m Running in the 90′s,” bragged Jacob, “and will soar like Max. Coveri!”
Of course, he was just imagining during parked handling practice. “I’m scoring my NASCAR equivalent of slamming that touchdown from football!”
The 4, explicitly top intimate, chuckled, most beloved goofy oppo they’d met. In the goof’s regarding mind, though, My fam and other close friends want me to be strong in many sports. When over, I hope the confidences of twin sisters, dad, and momma amongst all turn great....
“FINAL REGULAR COURSE! 3. 2. 1. GGOO!”
The flattest and least narrow of all. Sounded dull. But all of the unexpected windstorms, out of nowhere black hole pits, random mecha-minions here and there, and explosive cactuses made it thrilling. “Ain’t this like some highspeed race done in that N64 game about Luke’s home planet, Hoth, I think?!”
Jonester was niespokojony, but no less than felt great hoping to finish above all. More than halfway to finish, some unusual holes all inky w/ purple circles around them spread. Quintuple Farmington stood by more than ever. Canine and other, who was far ahead by a long shot, were so ahead neither pentagonal straggler saw either very well. “Who’s forfeiting?,” gefort P “P-Money” Ringger w/ high, sad virsiichteg.
“I will.”
“Me, too, Humphrey girl.”
Jacob??! Why him??! “I love winning as much as those crazies. But I’d rather watch people like you, my most loyal confidant and his inspiring ‘baby’ take the awards of bronze, silver, gold and even platinum.”
All from stressful to upliftingly flattered, including female Wario Kate. “I’ll do it for same reason.”
Zooming at well over the 90′s, they saw last stretch, but where were the swagger and mut??? Everyone always waited for rest to finish before being transmitted to not winners place “Deja vu!,” thought out loud the Jones operator.
“Attention, final few,” from microphone shuttle, “this track will be different. Instead of cars, you’ll each have spacecrafts. Be ready in 5.”
“Wonder what happened to those nice drivers,” worriedly nachgeholfen Ms. PR, “and ones like Eddy. Strange there’s no way of contacting them, including cute, little Dewey.
On the craft ride up to earth’s orbit, “Hey, Mr. Granite,” genannt P-Money all betont, “where exactly have you taken Malcolm, Reese, Craig and that cute short haired child to?”
“Was about to explain the real event that’s been occurring anyway.”
“Who are you???”
“Does the name Lord Crostard’s lab assistant come to mind, babe?”
GASP!!! “That’s right!”
Removed fake goatee and placed brainy glasses on eyes. “I am the last surviving Craig clone! Escaped in getaway cosse while you weren’t looking. Your foes are all trapped in my spacecraft chamber. It’s been orbiting right here this whole grand prix.”
“Why are you manipulating all of us with a race?!,” ondervaagd goofy 1 in rightful rage.
“Because I needed a way of trapping you all without making it look suspicious and ideally in 1 easy swoop where all 12 of you were effortlessly located. A bunch of other captives added to my amusement of wanting to literally eliminate all heroic hooligans.”
“Does this mean we won’t get to fund my iguana’s college funds of award money?”
“No.”
Saddened, as was remaining in pentamerous for his innocent, fun imaginations, while hearing, “Also, there are no crafts for you bunch because there’d never be a raceway in unbreathable space. HAHA!”
Quinate turned extremely crossed. “You’ll die out here while I ignite 10 bombs planted below me. Anything within 1,000-mile radius will parish! They’ll explode in 10 minutes. I’ll watch the fireworks from afar while you 25 starve to death!”
“Now what?!”
Thinking and thinking after hearing Ms. PR’s remark, “That dream!”
CR recalled and realized why it happened. “About the puffy smoke and ice cream man?”
"Yes, Jones. That spirit who gave us those rainbow gems.”
“Did somebody call my name?”
KAZAAM!! 5 of 12 rings appeared in front of group. “Where’s the 7 others?”
BAM! An eruption could be seen 50,000,000 miles away. “There’s your answer.”
At the evil Craig HQ, “Are these the rings from that echo?”
“They are, Reese,” beantwoord Austin.
“What rings?,” hyper Ian staqsa.
“Come around go around, if that makes sense.”
Hecox seemed to understood and nodded funnily. “Can I have 1?”
“Sorry, junior,” ordered Ace, “leave this to the professionals.”
Feeling confident and thankful for learning not to be egotistical around allies and so called rivals, “I wanna help.”
“You positive?,” kubuza Malcolm.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Count me in, too.”
“Anthony, why?′
“Because you’re my greatest ever and I want to be a hero with you, too.”
“If that’s the case,” coming from Austin, “take this, you Smosh guy, you.”
Powers felt dreadfully nervous inside about risking billions of lives all over. But knew those aerobic ready, fun loving comedians wanted to shine in and out of YT uploads. “What?!”
“I know how much you wanna be a hero to all.”
Turned to face Ian’s bestie. “And you.”
While surprised, “Take mine, too.”
Foxy also knew how much the zany duo wanted to be top dogs more than ever. “Thank you, Aston and Frogger!”
“No problem, Mr. Hecox!”
2, along w/ Malcom, Reese, Ed, Goldmember and Ace, were beamed up all radiant and flying out of base.
“Our friends,” kubabaza Double J, “they’ve gone super again!”
Piglet just knew the drill and the rest followed; may had been fresh to newbies. But they got the gist of it. Putting on 3 most valuable hues--identical blue and indigo ones given to twins--their super strengths burst opened the vehicle! BOOM!!!! Flying with breeze, they whooshed out to meet up w/ other flyers. “You heard what’s down there?”
Blue CR clarified in case of not overhearing scheme. “They are 10 detonators scattered across the planet. We have 9 minutes to be rid of them.”
“Not so fast, heroes!”
They turned to see--an enormous automaton all stocked w/ missiles, rays, and plasma beams. It looked like a cross between a bull + pterodactyl + some serpent. “See if you can dodge all my attacks and beat me to spaceport where your weaklings will be blown away!”
WHOOSH!! “Blue ones,” announced orange A. Padila, “you & your friends do this fixture. We’ll fly the globe in search of those explosives!”
“We will, Smosh!”
Time was ticking! “Where do ya think each 1 is?”
“I don’t know, Smosh buddy.”
“Hey, you duo,” red Malcolm speaking to all, “I think we do: those raceways! They must be it.”
“Of course. My gold is in London. That no good piece of s--”
“Reese and I will do North America. Smosh will do Singapore. Gold,” eyeing him sternly, but also sweetly, “you can do your treasures.”
GM glimmered up once more. “Ace, South America. And Ed, think you can do Hawaii plus Antarctica?”
“For the distant winter cousins of chickens!”
Gave salute. “Great. Now, let’s zoom!”
More than 100,000,000 kms above, “Find his weak point.”
“Think you can blast my back and obliviate me like Crostard? HA! I’ve planned far in advance.”
Jonny’s suggestion became useless. “Try the engines,” recommended other J member.
The 2 blues, bronze Humphrey, silver Paige w/ Money and gold Jones guy spotted them on the mechanized monstrosity’s rear. Charging up full blast and then ramming, BOOM! “Yes! That stopped him.”
“It did, Paige 1.”
Suddenly, Al’s gesture was cut short when backup generator reactivated turbines. “Huh? What?!”
“You fools don’t know who’s the best cards player. See ya before you lose, again!”
“Our attacks are worthless,” added Jacobson, “I’d say full fast and furious drift to space thingy.”
“Right.”
“For Dewey.”
“And Winnie.”
Boosting adrenaline at maximum power: BOLT!! 5 fearful of losing energy quicker and still pressured on beating “the relay”.
Red M. and green Reese caught up w/ orange 1 and cyan Ian. “Have all explosives?”
“Yes, Malcolm,” proclaimed IH, holding theirs in his arm.
“W--”
Red one’s question was interrupted when yellow Ace, pink Ed and magenta Gold soared by. “How will we disarm them?”
“Not sure, Smosh A.,” darkest primary color said.
“We’ve 30 seconds!,” warned yellow Ventura who eyed the timers sharply.
Ed looked up to see how his Michigan fighters--and Cul-de-sac captives--were surviving. “Guys, I’ve just hatched a chicken’s lightbulb!”
Already even faster than even evil Craig could keep up w/, protective “sprinters” made it by a long shot. “If only we had some beam or blaster robust enough,” Humphrey suggested as they just knew the prisoners were scared and acce--
“Think you’d do the fight without us??!”
That cheery, uplifting voice could’ve only come from--super cyan! “Here’s the doohickeys, guys,” added Ed.
It would’ve been impossible to grab them and fly back before devastation. “Checkup--I mean check them, mech giant.”
Ed’s aim was spot on: “Sheldon to the rescue!”
How could a humongous piece of cheese grabbed and thrown out of pocket defeat G-- SLAM! Flying venom snake of steel just stunned by impact. J and squad slammed onto clone’s other side to halt him. 5. 4. 3. “What?! Quickly! Must abandon my rock--” BANG!!
Everyone shielding themselves with arms in fronts--plus ones as RC getting in front of little Piggy--they waited until it was cleared. (Except Lumpy who boldly rescued pouch hero placing back in coat. Not 1 trace of enemy was left. They flew into hangar. Immediately, the gems wore off as all landed. “You guys fine and dandy?”
“Of course,” reassured back to normal Christopher Robin, “Double D.”
“What a relief! Now, how are we going to get back home from here?”
“There’s the shuttles,” proposed Francis, “in other hangars.”
“Yes. But also, what will we do about unpleasant, gosh forsaken facility?”
All pandered a lot....
A few days later, a brand new HQ for World Heroes was constructed. New exteriors, nicer looking rooms, enhanced tech--everything was concocted in the mind of Eddward. W/ some other ideas by Weird Al and Mr. Crobin. “How’s the construction coming along, Double D?”
“So far excellent, Jacob ‘Alfred’ Jones.”
“Cool! How much longer?”
While eyeing via computer screen on CR’s PC, “It may take awhile,” told the concerning World Hero.
The 2 turned worried and a little desolated, so did Edd. “But these nanobots,” turning cheerier, “Dr. Evil & I’ve programmed--and so did Max, surprisingly--are getting there.”
“Swell. Take care!”
During that spring weather, Jonathan and his siblings decided to do 1 of their own for fun “Dunkin’ Donuts” races in their neighborhood. This time, an extra “Bagel” and “Donut” joined in on the trial roads of their streets. C Robin “the Boston cream donut” loved teaming up w/ Piglet Joe “frosted sprinkled one” versing Double J “plain bagel” & 1st Paige “strawberry dipped one” versing “regular coffee”. “Ready?,” announced cute, chubby faced Winnie mommy ref.
“Get set.”
The foods and beverage all ready: feeling pumped and glad to be beside fam, marrows and Winnie again. “GO!!”
Running, power walking, or whatever athletic rally going from point A to B it was, there couldn’t have been better racing heroes!!
