Basketball Blunders!

Author's Note: Hey folks! L1701E here! Finally, after a long absence (lack of ideas), I finally got an idea for a Misfit fic. It stars a couple members of the West Coast Misfit team, and they take their battle to the court! You'll see what I mean. Enjoy the new story!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sunbow, me, Marvel, and others. Here's your quote: "I hate that hedgehog!" - Dr. Robotnik, Sonic the Hedgehog.

Chapter 1: Court Fun!

A local youth center, Malibu, California

SWISH!

"Oh yeah!"

SWISH!

"Whoooo!"

SWISH!

"Two more points, baby!"

"Hey, jabroni!" A Boston-accented voice snapped. "No fair! No speed, man!" The source was a young boy, around thirteen, dressed in a green Boston Celtics jersey bearing Larry Bird's number on it, a white t-shirt underneath it, black shorts, and sneakers. He was Kyle Wildfire, the loud proud electrokinetic codenamed Thunderbolt.

"Yeah, Terrell." Another older voice added. "Don't forget, not all of us have powers, you know." The source was a blond man with messy hair and matching facial hair. He was dressed in a sleeveless blue t-shirt with red shorts and white sneakers. He was Rock 'n' Roll, one of the members of GI Joe, an elite, and extremely unorthodox, counter-terrorist unit.

"Who said I was using my powers?" An African-American teenager, around 16, smirked. His dark hair was in cornrows, covered by a white furry headband. He was dressed in an LA Lakers jersey bearing Magic Johnson's number, matching shorts, and black sneakers. He was Terrell Mason, a speedster and aerokinetic codenamed Velocity. "I'm just too good for you! I don't need my powers to beat you guys on the court."

"Oh, shut up!" Kyle groaned.

"Yeah, Terrell. You brag too much." A feminine voice snickered. The teenage girl sat on the stands watching the boys play. The pretty girl was dressed in a black shirt with "Babe" on it in silver gothic letters, blue jeans, and silver boots. Her long blonde hair was in an unusual hairstyle: Farrah hair. She was Alison Blaire, a teenage singer who was known as the Dazzler for her mutant ability to absorb sound waves and convert them into light for various effects. Sitting on her lap was a macaque monkey wearing an orange vest with various pockets and a green headband. She was petting the monkey. "Doesn't he, Blast Radius?" She asked the monkey with a smile.

"Ooh ooh ah ah ah ah!" The macaque screeched happily, making some hand gestures in the process.

"Yeah, BR has a point, Velocity." A red-headed man snickered. His red hair was in the beginnings of a mullet, and he was dressed in a sleeveless red t-shirt that said "KABOOM" in yellow letters, black sweatpants, and white sneakers. He also had a towel over his shoulders, and he was drinking from a water bottle. The man was Firestorm, a rather strange explosives expert who liked big explosions, fast cars, and raging infernos. Blast Radius, or BR, was his pet monkey, who enjoyed explosions as much as he did, and pranks.

"I can't believe you guys are agreeing with a monkey." Velocity groaned.

"Even if the monkey's significantly smarter than you, Dr. V?" The smart-mouthed Thunderbolt teased with a smirk.

"You know Thunderbolt, if you weren't wearing a Larry Bird jersey right now, I'd smack you in the mouth." Velocity grunted to Kyle in a deadpan manner.

"Yeah, no one could take down 'The Hick from Cowlick'." Kyle snickered, dribbling the ball.

"Yeah, even though he wasn't that fast or that strong." Terrell reminded, snatching the ball and dribbling it himself.

"It was enough to give Magic and your other Laker boys a run for the money." Kyle snatched it back, pointing at Terrell's jersey.

"You know, to be honest, I don't really know what you two are talking about." Ali admitted. Firestorm, Kyle, Terrell, BR, and Rock 'n' Roll looked at her like she was from outer space. The blonde lightengale blinked. "What?"

"You are kidding me." Kyle gaped. "PLEASE tell the Thunderbolt you're joking!"

"What?" Ali shrugged her shoulders.

"You never heard of the rivalry between the Lakers and the Celtics?" Terrell groaned.

"I'm not a basketball fan." Ali explained. "Besides, I was born in New York City, and then moved to LA."

"Why did your family move to LA?" Firestorm wondered.

"My dad's a lawyer." Ali grinned. "His firm got some great business here, what with celebrities always getting into trouble and all."

"Ask a stupid question." Firestorm rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I don't really know what you guys are talking about." Ali brought the conversation back on track.

"Back in the 80s, the NBA was revitalized by a rivalry between the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics." Terrell explained.

"Yeah." Kyle nodded. "The Celtics and the Lakers were such opposites. The Celtics were from the east coast."

"And the Lakers were West Coast, baby!" Terrell added.

"For most of the 80s, the Lakers and the Celtics duked it out for the NBA title. My Uncle George is the ultimate Celtics fan, and he said that decade was a great decade to be a Celt supporter." Kyle grinned.

"The whole Celtics-Lakers rivalry boiled down to two men: Larry Bird and Irving "Magic" Johnson." Terrell smirked.

"I know those guys." Ali nodded. "A friend of mine bought an old basketball video game at a fair starring them."

"Yeah, there was a big thing in the media about 'Bird vs. Magic'." Kyle remembered.

"Yeah, it touched every aspect of pop culture." Rock 'n' Roll remembered with a grin. "Even restaurant commercials."

"Yup." Firestorm remembered with a smile.

"Remembering some of basketball's greats, I see." A voice chuckled. The kids and the two Joes looked up to see a man walk up to them, dressed in blue shorts, a gray jersey, and a pair of white-and-blue sneakers. His short hair was grey, indicating that he had been around for quite a while.

"Hey, Don." Firestorm grinned, getting up and shaking the man's hand.

"Hi, Don." The kids greeted.

"You remember Don, right BR? The nice man who owns this place?" Ali cooed at BR. The monkey nodded.

"How's it going, Don?" Rock 'n' Roll asked the man.

"Yeah, it's going alright." The man sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Ali wondered. Don looked at the other end of the court, where he saw several ten-year-olds playing basketball.

"Well, I am in a bit of a pickle." Don admitted. "I don't want to inconvenience you guys or anything, considering you West Coast kids often are fighting terrorists and supervillains."

"Well, the Thunderbolt isn't beating up a Cobra Viper right now, so what's up?"

Well, well, well! Looks like the West Coast Misfits have a new adventure! What insanity will happen next? Who is Don? What's his problem? Can the West Coast Misfits solve it? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!