“Everybody move!” Brit yells at the team, but they're not fast enough. The flying monkeys tear through the JLR at such a speed that their spears tear the costumes into tatters.
“What the hell!? Our costumes are torn! I thought CJ said they were made of unstable molecules!” Hybrid is covering his naughty bits with his hands.
“We couldn’t secure the rights from Marvel Comics! They threatened a lawsuit if we used them! Stupid copyrights….
” Brit grabs TTT and uses him as a shield.
“Dude what the frick are you doing!?” TTT screams as Brit grabs TTT’s body and holds it against his naked front. “You’re naked you bloody Aussie!”
“So what? You’re an android from the future, not a real human! And besides I need somebody to cover up my naughty bits.” Brit explains to the team.
“I’m made of an artificial nanite substance unknown to modern science, designed in the image of man. It’s almost organic!” TTT wiggles out of Brits clutches and Brit grabs a rock to cover his genitals.
Brit’s face grows bright red. “Oh…um….sorry?
Wait, what’s that on the ground?” Brit points toward the shredded body, blood pouring from the wide open wounds.
“It looks like Spandex Monkey Man, but where’s the rest of him?” asks Ace
POP
“What was that?” TTT looks around, feeling a sudden shift in time.
“Monkey!” Ace screams, pointing out toward the sky.
“Yes?” SMM answers, unaware of the creatures flying toward them in the distance.
“Oh no, it’s happening again! The chronal disruptions! Monkey Boy, teleport us out of here!” TTT orders.
“It’s “Spandex Monkey Man” dammit! I’m not gonna play anymore if you guys don’t get it right!” He crosses his arms and waits for an apology.
“Spandex Monkey Man, teleport us out of here now!” Brit yells out and he braces for the flying monkeys to tear through his team.
“Okay okay, where do we go?” he scratches his head, looking around for the nicest point to teleport to.
“Now Spandex Monkey Man, or they’ll rip our costumes apart and kill you!” TTT yells out, the monkeys only a few yards away.
“NOT MY COSTUME!” Spandex Monkey Man teleports the team a half-mile away keeping them a safe distance from the flying monkeys as TTT tries to understand why that pop in time returned them to the point right before SMM’s demise.
“Were those the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz?” Fused asks aloud.
“What about Alex? We still gotta get the Umber Hulk under control.” SMM turns to Brit to some sort of guidance.
Brit looks out at the JLR, who are staring at him, waiting for him to come up with a new idea. Brit is uncomfortable with his current position as defacto leader, and fear and uncertainty overcome his mind for a moment. “I’m…no, it’s okay. Yeah, I’ve got a new plan.”
What’s the new plan?
Will the JLR get the Umber Hulk under control and save Centurian?
Find out in the next thread….maybe….
