Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ Aloha, MIB ( Chapter 10 )

Aloha, MIB

 

 

 

“And that, class, is why there is no East Virginia.” Mr. Zeraski said to his 9th grade geography class. However, at least half of his class was listening to a CD. The girl half.

 

“Man, what is it with girls and boy bands?” Mikey asked. “I don't know!” Eustace said. “Do I look like a girl?” “You wear perfume.” “It's cologne!”

 

Daryl, however, was busy staring at one of the girls. In particular, Cole Freedmen. Cole had long blonde hair, a white pair of pants, and a tank top.

 

“Hey, Daryl, tell Eustace here that he wears perfume.” Mikey said. Daryl didn't answer. “Daryl? D? D.A.R.Y.L. Model 3? Lil' bro? What's wrong with him?”

 

“Are you just noticing?” Eustace asked. “He likes Cole Freedmen. No wonder you're still in ninth grade.”

 

 

 

Daryl walked down the hallway and saw Cole. “Um… h-hi. Uh… I… yes?” Unfortunately, Cole had walked right past him.

 

“She probably would've noticed you if you weren't whispering.” Victoria said from behind him.

 

“Yeah. I'll keep that in mind.” Daryl said. Then he thought of something. “Hey, you're a girl, right?”

 

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “No. I just go to the girls' bathroom for kicks.” “Okay.” Daryl said without even noticing what she'd said. “What does she… you know, like?”

 

Victoria shrugged as she walked over to her locker. “Probably the same pretty-boy sings nothing but mushy songs guy all the girls with no individuality likes nowadays. You know, that Dill Souza guy.”

 

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. That guy's songs stink. But, if I got tickets to one of his concerts, they could become the perfect babe magnet, which I could use to ask Cole out, then after that my confidence will rise until I get to the point where we're in our twenties and I can ask her to marry me! She'll say yes, and we'll move to Indiana and have four kids!”

 

Victoria stared at him like he was crazy. “Yeah, let me know how that works out.” She walked away leaving Daryl standing alone.

 

Daryl was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice. “Going somewhere, lover-boy?” Daryl turned to see Atlas standing behind him.

 

“Dude, what do you want?” “Remember what I said? You're an official member of Area 51 now, and you have a mission to accomplish.”

 

“Okay, so what do I have to do?” Daryl asked. “I don't know. Come on, I'll take you.” He grabbed Daryl's arm and they both disappeared.

 

 

 

Daryl opened his eyes and he was back at Area 51. Standing next to him was Atlas, and in front of him was the alien he'd met on his first trip here.

 

“Hello, Daryl.” Timbarko said in perfect English. “Sorry about Atlas having to use Speed Mode to get you here, but you know; secret location.”

 

“Alright, Timbarko,” Atlas said, “enough pleasantries, what's our mission?” “Wait!” Daryl yelled. “My first mission is with Mr. Personality?!” “I'm not too happy about being stuck with amateur hour, my self, Timbarko.” Atlas said.

 

Timbarko shrugged. “Yeah, well, them's the breaks. Anywho, your first mission is in Hawaii. The MIB have made a base there and we want to know why. We understand they're looking for someone, though…”

 

Daryl sighed. “These Men In Black guys again. Finally, I get to tussle with some of them.”

 

“Don't be so cocky.” Atlas said. “All of the MIB generals are more dangerous then anything you've ever faced. Even General Black and Blue, the two idiots working this place.” “How'd you know that before I told you?” Timbarko asked.

 

Daryl hopped up and entered robot mode. “Okay, squid boy, send us to Rock-a-hula town.” Timbarko sighed. “No body ever listens to me.” He pushed a button on his robot arm and Daryl and Atlas vanished.

 

 

 

“I'm bored!” E.N. said. E.N. wore a t-shirt, and unbuttoned shirt over that, glasses, and blue jeans. His messy black hair showed he didn't care much for personal appearances.

 

“Gary, can you make me a sandwich?” He whined. “No, I will not make you a sandwich.” Gary said. Gary also wore glasses, but he was taller than E.N. and wore a red tee and blue jean shorts. (Or, as some people [like me] call them, jorts.)

 

“Please! I'll be your best friend!” E.N. said. “We are best friends.” Gary said confusedly. “So you say, but you won't even make me a stupid sandwich!”

 

“Guys, cool it!” Tom said. Tom had red hair, a striped sweater, and blue sweat-pants. “You're making me angry, and I get frustrated when I'm angry, which makes me mad!” “That didn't make any sense.” E.N. said.

 

“Can we stop for a snack?” Gary asked. “Yeah, that'd rock!” E.N. said. “Guys, we're in an airplane.” Kristen said as she put her book down. Kristen wore her brown-blonde hair in a ponytail, wore a white tank top, and black sweat-pants.

 

“But, dude, I haven't eaten in…” E.N. checked his watch. “Ten whole freaking minutes! I'm starved!”

 

“Hey, E, cool it.” Someone said. Dill Souza, who was wearing a green shirt and army-green jean shorts (jorts), walked up to E.N. “Guys, I'm a famous pop star now. If you guys want to be on my tour and not go to school, you'll need to at least act semi-normal!”

 

E.N. scoffed. “Dude, you wouldn't have been discovered if it hadn't been for my dad. He sent that guy from the record company to you and sent you on this global tour. You know it's just to hide our `gifts.'”

 

“Well, you couldn't exactly hide forever, now could you?” A voice asked. A man in a black tuxedo and red tie walked out from where the pilot should have been. Eight men in riot gear with MIB written on it stepped out behind him.

 

“A pleasure to meet you five.” The man said as he stroked his orange hair. “My name is General Red. Now, come peacefully. We've knocked out the pilot and have one of my men flying the plane. All of your security has been disposed of. Come with me and—“

 

“Oh, shut the freaking heck up!” Tom said angrily. “You MIB punk-holes are all alike! Now, does this look like we'll be coming peacefully with you?” He walked up and grabbed the gun one of the MIB soldiers was holding. The gun melted into a puddle of red, steaming liquid.

 

“So the rumors about your abilities are true.” General Red said. “No matter. Kill them.” The soldiers aimed their guns (the one who's gun got melted had a spare) and aimed at the five friends.

 

Dill yawned. “Come on, guns? You dudes should of learned by now.” He focused on the guns for about a second, and then the weapons just fell into pieces.

 

E.N. smiled. “My turn! My turn! Element Nacho in the hizz-ouse!” He took out a lighter and the flame shot out. “You'd best recognize.” He held his thumb over the flame and suddenly his whole body had caught on fire. He ran up to a soldier and engulfed him in flames.

 

“Okay, I understand the Element part in the name, but not so much the nacho.” Gary said. Actually, it wasn't so much Gary. It was a raptor. The raptor ran up, grabbed General Red by his throat, and jumped out the window.

 

One of the soldiers had walked up next to Kristen and was pointing his gun at her. “Oh, no.” Kristen said sarcastically. “Whatever shall I do?”

 

One of the words in her book glowed bright blue. `Basilisk.' A sort of reptilian chicken appeared in front of the soldier. When the soldier looked at the chicken's face, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he died.

 

“Good basilisk.” Kristen said. The basilisk disappeared after the word `basilisk' glowed again.

 

 

 

When Gary-raptor had jumped out of the plane with General Red, one would have suspected they'd both be dead. But Gary had turned into a pterodactyl and dropped Red on top of the plane's roof.

 

“Now I see why you've been given the code-name `Fossil.'” General Red said. “An impressive mutation. You're lucky you survived the Solomon Asteroid.”

 

“Right.” Gary said. “Now just give up and I won't have to do anything I'll regret la—“ General Red had turned into a creature with the body of a giant cat, huge bat wings, a long neck, and his human face.

 

“Man, you MIB freaks are ugly.” Gary said. “Oh, well.” He turned into a raptor and chomped down on General Red's long neck. “Calm down, give up, and then I'll let you go. “Why don't you kiss my—“ Gary-raptor bit down harder.

 

 

 

All of the MIB agents were either dead or unconscious. E.N. had returned to his normal form (though now he had no clothes) and sighed. “I need to get me a suit that changes with me.”

 

“You think?” Kristen said as she held her book up so she wouldn't have to see E.N.'s butt-nakedism.

 

E.N. opened the plane's door and held his hand out. As soon as he did, his body had changed from human flesh to wind. “See ya!” He jumped out of the plane and closed the door.

 

 

 

Gary-pterodactyl was trying to avoid poison General Red was spitting at him. “You guys are so gross!” Gary yelled.

 

E.N. flew up on top of the plane. “Hi, guy. Need some help?” “Yes!” “Too bad, I'm busy.” “E.N., this is no time to be cracking jokes!” “But I can't live without jokes; they're my cocaine!”

 

E.N.'s body turned into a tornado and swallowed up General Red. It then spat him out into a volcano below. “That'll be $3.85, plus tax expenses.”

 

Gary-pterodactyl sighed (which is a pretty weird sight). “Let's just get back to the others.”

 

 

 

 

When they got back to the others, there were no others to get back to. All of the MIB agents were gone, and so were Kristen, Tom, and Dill. “This isn't good.”

 

 

 

Next time: Black, Blue, and Red All Over