"Mice"
"Inform me, underling...why is it that the scout collected no star crystals last night?"
"Forgive me, my master...we did indeed sent out a scout...but..."
"Don't stammer, fool, out with it."
"Apparently...it was...subdued."
"WHAT."
"Sire...it has been confirmed that the scout was destroyed."
"DESTROYED? Are you, underling, saying that there are ones who dare to stand in MY WAY!?"
"Sire, at this point it is impossible to confirm anything...it would be presumptuous to think that there is someone who has the might to stand in your way, omnipotent one."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I warn you, underling, find this...interloper...no one shall go against the Corpulence and survive...
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Walt DisneyWorld...Cue tunes of "Best of My Life"
Chris: ACHOO!
Busta: Bless you.
Despite Chris' concern that there might be more of those creatures prowling around, Busta assured him that as powerful as the Corpulence is, they do not have the luxury of sending out as many scouts as they wish as often as they wish. Two nights in a row was pushing it, apparently; they just don't have the resources.
Chris: Kinda like Rita Repulsa.
Be quiet. So anyway, after they had made sure that the boy would be in good hands, they headed back to Chris' place to recuperate.
Chris: Well, not really recuperate, we ended up spending half the night arguing about changing the transformation phrase into something a little less shameless.
Hey, who's the narrator here!
Busta: What's wrong with "get down?" I assure you that in a couple of years that's all anyone's going to be saying...
Chris: But we really took a lot time discussing about getting new teammates. Someone who could dance and sing well...so I made a call to this dude I met at an audition once. He should be here any second.
Busta: Why exactly did you two decide to meet at DisneyWorld? All these kids make me uneasy!
Kid: Mommy, mommy, that little doggie was talking!
Mother: No, dearie, that's just a ventriloquist.
Busta: Like I said...
Chris: Who in their right mind would want to be a ventriloquist? Anyway, it's DisneyWorld! The Magic Kingdom! Where talking dogs like you are supposed to gather!
Busta: Ha. And ha. Pluto doesn't talk.
Chris: Goofy does. Besides, there's going to be a lot of potential talents floating around...if those guys are really looking for rising stars as victims like you said, then this is where they're gonna look.
"Yo, what up what UP, ma homie G's!"
Turning around, the duo sees a young man, with indeterminable hair color and height coming towards them.
Justin: Hey, man, what be up wit' dat yo? You be messin' wit' some crunk jack, dawg!?
Chris: ...Justin, it's me, Chris. Don't do that.
Justin: I'm really sorry, man, it's become a habit now.
Chris: Although, to please our viewers, it'd be alright if you were to say "crunk" a few more times.
Justin Timberlake, a seemingly typical and mundane young man, actually a triple threat with a very deep and caring soul. One glance at the individual may not be enough to produce the magnitude and confidence of his spirit.
Chris: Man, are you gonna go off like that whenever anyone new shows up!?
Yes.
Justin: Well, actually, it's alright, feel free to talk about me as much as you like:)
But actually Justin is an insecure little boy who hides his doubts of his self-worth behind a shell of pride and exuberance.
Justin: Hey!
Chris: Hmm, I've never thought about it that way...
Justin: >:( So what's this about you wanting to make a band?
Chris: Don't you think it'd be great? A vocal band! I mean it'd be our own thing, and really I think it could be done! Don't you feel that this is something you can really get into?
Justin: A band...hmm...it'd be a great way to get popular real fast...I'd get to be real sweet with the girls...and I'd be able to show the world just how awesome and beautiful my voice really is...
Chris: ...X_X.
Busta: Are you sure we're gonna use this little punk kid? I hate his type.
Justin: Did that little dog just say something!?
Chris: UHH...No, I'm training to be a ventriloquist.
Justin: Who in their right mind would want to be a ventriloquist?
Chris: I'm sure I don't know. Justin, this is my new and cute little doggie, Busta.
Busta: I'm not little! I'm actually very big for my species!
Justin O_O I'm certain he spoke that time...
Chris: Yes, aren't I good at this? Now, if we're going to go through with this we'll need some other members.
Justin: Actually, I already called this good friend of mine. He's got an amazing voice and dances like a fiend, the only other person I know of who can compare to me.
Chris/Busta: ...X_X.
Justin: Hey look, there he is! Hey, JC!
A lanky young man turned at the sound of his name and started walking towards the trio. When he got close enough to recognize Justin, however, his eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks.
JC: Oh crap. You!?
Justin: Yo, whatup, C! Remember me, your old castmate?
JC: Da***t, I knew there was something strange about that anonymous phone call...
Joshua Scott Chasez...a profound and dependable individual, whose eyes betray a strong will marked with experience and...
Chris: Yes yes, blah, blah, blah, he's cool, he's cool, he's cool, can we get on with it!?
Justin: Hey, what's wrong Josh, ain't you happy to see me?:(
JC: Well, other than the little part where I'm trying to erase all memories of that weird@$$ show from my mind, there's that thing where I hate your little dweeb guts. Always stealing my parts, my glory...even Nikki broke up with me because of you!
Justin: Hey, I had nothing to do with that. It wasn't my fault Britney and I walked in on you guys...
JC: That makeout spot was ours!!!
Busta: This is too random for me...
Chris: I'll say. Um, hi, I'm Chris Kirkpatrick.
As JC noticed another person standing there, his attitude went immediately from insane to amiable.
JC: Hey Chris, I'm Joshua Chasez. People call me JC to piss me off.
Chris: Oookay. Wait, JC Chasez? Weren't you also with Justin on the Mick...
JC: NOOOOO!!! Don't mention it, I beg of you!
Chris: Why not? It was a cool show.
Justin: JC has bad surfer hair memories from Emerald Cove.
JC: It was a phase, I swear!
Chris: Anyway JC, I'm trying to form a vocal band, do you think you'd be interested?
JC: A band? Well, it'd be a great way to express my ever-unlimited talent of music and the production and/or appreciation of thus.
Chris/Justin/Busta: Huh?
JC(Noticing Busta): Oh, who's this precious little doggie?
Chris: He's Busta.
JC: Aw, I love dogs. All dogs are just so adorable. Especially this one. He'j just sho wittle and cuuuu. Sho cuuuuuute.
Busta: I'm never going to live this down!
JC: O_O.
Justin: Chris is trying to be a ventriloquist.
JC: Who in their right mind would want to be a ventr...
Chris: So, you're both in? All right, this is gonna rock!
JC: Well, does the little kid have to be in on it too? I just know he's going to want to compete with me.
Justin: Ha, who's gonna want to compete with who? And I'm not a little kid, I've got fuzz!
JC: So does a peach. Back down, 'lil boy, I don't want to have to explain to your mommy why I wrangled you into a coathanger.
Chris: Now, now, children...
Justin: Hey, don't make me bust out ma hairspray on yo' @$$.
JC: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! No, please, anything but that!
Justin: You betta keep yo'self in check, or ah will!
JC: Please, have mercy on a fool!
Justin: I'll do it! I'll make your hair look bad!
JC: You wouldn't!
Justin: I would! I'll make it look just like mine!
JC: NOOOOOOOO!!!
Justin: I could do it! I just might!
JC: Please Justin, you can't, I'm your friend!
Chris: Hang on guys, let me go get some popcorn or something.
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She was being followed, she was certain of that. It should've been hard to tell in such a throng of people, but for some reason she was sure. There was that odd sensation...like small knives prickling at the back of her neck. This person had been following her for some time, now.
She didn't like that. At all.
Well, she didn't get to be the lead actress in that recent musical for being timid. She turned around, ready to face her stalker and give him a piece of her mind.
And that was when she felt the hands around her, and the world was chaos.
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Justin: Do you want me to make your hair crappy, JC? Do you want that?
JC: God, please Justin, I'm begging you!
Justin: Who's your daddy? Who's your DADDY!?
Busta: Oh, this has got to stop.
Chris: Actually, let's just let them duke it out.
Busta: Chris, if they kill each other they won't be able to help us defeat the Corpulence! Although I'll need to observe them more to see if their crystals are powerful enough to allow them to transform.
Chris: You may have a point; We're not even celebrities yet and people are starting to stare. Hey, guys, let's not...
Suddenly, off in the distance, a dischordant scream is heard.
Chris: Hey, where have I seen that line...oh yes, in the first chapter, when someone was in trouble.
Pause
Chris/Busta: Someone's in trouble!
Justin: Hey, look over there!
Indeed, there was quite a commotion at the entrance to Splash Mountain...People were screaming as a very large man in a dark suit seemed to clutch a woman in his arms. Only the "man" seemed to be getting less and less human by the second.
Busta: C'mon, we need to get you somewhere private!
Chris: What, I wasn't gonna wet myself! Really!
Busta: No, you senile fogie, to transform!
Chris: Right...Justin, JC, you guys go ahead and run, I'm gonna go find someplace to transform into a superhero.
With that, Chris and Busta ran off.
JC: ...
Justin: ...
JC: ...Wow, this Chris guy...you wouldn't think that...I mean...he's really...?
Justin: He's probably ashamed to talk about it. I think I should follow him, you know, get him to know that I'm okay with the idea of him being a ventriloquist.
JC: Knowing Justin Timberlake, you'll probably just get him to feel worse. I'm coming with you.
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In the men's bathroom...
Chris: Alright, looks like no one's here...do I have to say those exact words to transform!?
Busta: Oh, just do it you big sissy.
Chris: Sigh. Draws out silver microphone. *NSYNC Star Power, Get Dow...!
"Oh yes, Mickey, do it quickly, we only have a few minutes before we have to go back on!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Daisy, I mean Minnie!"
"Are you sure there was no one in the bathroom before we came into this stall...?"
"Aw yeah...what? This is a bathroom?"
Chris: ...X_X
Busta: ...Let's go somewhere else.
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The scout was annoyed...the star crystal of this woman turned out to be a very weak one; Her shine was too dim. This could not possibly sustain his master. Better to consume it for himself and find another one than to deliver this to the Grand Corpulence. He looked around at the panicked mass of people...surely there was a more suitable victim.
"Hold it right there!"
Startled at such an impudent tone, the scout turned and faced the origin of the voice, and found himself face-to-face with *Chris. Before his mind could register what was happening the scout was knocked back by a kick to the sternum.
*Chris: How dare you take this person's star crystal! Even if she is not the brightest shine in the world, she still has an aura all her own, a life all her own, and no face-morphing scum is going to mess with that!
Busta: Hey, that was pretty good.
*Chris: I know! I'm really getting into this!
To his credit and *Chris' astonishment, the scout began to speak.
Scout: So...you are the one who destroyed the other...
Busta: Be careful *Chris. If it still retains the ability to speak it retains some human intelligence and intuition...this one won't be so easy to defeat.
Scout: You won't interfere with us anymore, insignificant mortal!
*Chris: Looks like he's really getting into this, too.
Reeling its head back, the scout appeared to be swallowing air. Suddenly it thristed its head forward and blew a corrosive green liquid onto *Chris, who suddenly fell to the ground.
*Chris: Oh, sh**, this stuff burns! And also, EWWWW!
Scout: Die in the vile, acidic mass of my body fluids, worthless human!
*Chris: Aren't everyone's body fluids vile and acidic?
The scout then grabbed *Chris by the neck and threw him a total distance of twelve feet into a tree.
*Chris: Oh, ow:(
The scout glanced around...by now, most everyone had ran away...that was unfortunate, but he could make do with the star crystal of this one; it was sure to be a strong one.
Busta: *Chris, you've got to get up!
It was at this moment that the scout was suddenly pummeled by a rain of stuffed animals. That didn't hurt it any, but it sure was annoyed.
Justin: Hey, go pick on someone your own size!
As he spoke the unoriginal taunt phrase, Justin threw a Donald Duck at the creature's head.
Justin: This is fun.
Scout: GGGRRRRR!
JC: GGGRRRRR this, you gorrila-freak!
JC rushed into the scene and landed a punch square in the creature's face. Unfortunately, that hurt JC more than it hurt the scout.
JC: >_< Ow. Ow. Pain. Yes, I was indeed dumb to do that.
The scout snarled and prepared to put an end to the foolish human's existence.
*Chris: *NSYNC Lunatic Storm!
The scout was startled to feel the slashing rush of wind coming towards it but was agile enough to swerve from its path so that the lethal currents only grazed him.
*Chris: Yeah, I'm not through with you yet!
Scout: GGGRRRRR!
*Chris: No no, that's getting old now.
While *Chris and the scout sparred, Busta scampered up to JC and Justin.
Busta: I've made my decision...apparently, destiny has decreed that you two are also suitable to become *NSYNC.
JC/Justin: AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
JC: I knew it! I knew that the dog was talking!
Justin: Well, at least Chris isn't a ventriloquist. Whew!
Busta: Stop it with the ventriloquist! It wasn't funny the first time around!
Sorry.
Busta: You two have been chosen to fight alongside *Chris in his destiny to oppose all evil.
JC: Wait, that guy there who threw the big wind thing is Chris?
Busta: Technically, right now it's *Chris instead of Chris, but I'll let it pass since the reason doesn't make much sense anyway. And after he transforms you can't recognize him, for another reason I'll never bother to explain.
Justin: Wait, wait, what transform!? What is this, the Power Rangers!?
Busta: No, but it's about to get really similar.
Then Busta jumped up into the air, made a spin, and, as if by magic, produced two microphones. The dark blue one dropped into JC's hand, and the light blue(i.e. "baby blue":))one dropped into Justin's.
Busta: Now both of you, shout these words into your microphones: "*NSYNC Star Power, Get Down!"
Justin: Nuh uh. No way. I'd rather be eaten by that thing than to say something so da** corny!
Busta: You would!?
Justin: Actually, no.
JC: Oh, what the heck. I lost most of my pride anyway doing that dance routine with Keri Russell, losing a little more wouldn't hurt.
Justin: What goes around comes around:)
JC and Justin: *NSYNC Star Power, Get Down!
Suddenly a bolt of lightning lanced(No pun intended)down from the sky and struck JC, surrounding him in a shell of electricity. When it fizzled away, this figure remained.
At the same time, the air around Justin seemed to freeze and solidify into ice crystals, which incased themselves around him into a huge block of ice(Think Titan A.E.). In a split second the block broke and revealed this.
Cue tunes of "Tearin' Up My Heart"
*JC: Ah, okaaay...
*Justin: No, this actually looks hecka tight! But of course everything looks good on me.
Busta: Go on and whomp up some booty!
Scout: What, two more!?
*Chris: Justin? JC? Is that you guys?
Busta: Technically it's *Justin and *JC...
*Justin: *NSYNC Tearing Frostbite!
As Justin shouted, he thrust his right arm forward, and hundreds of ice pellets leaped out from his fingertips, swirled around the scout, and ripped themselves into its flesh.
Scout: NNRRRRRRAAAAGGH!!!
*JC: *NSYNC Spasmic Lightning!
*JC jolted his arms forward and a huge bolt of electricity darted out at the creature, effectively splitting it in two.
Busta: Good job, everyone! You three truly work well together and is in synch as a team; There's no stopping you now!
*JC: Hey, we are tight together! This might actually be a good turning point in my career!
*Justin: I don't understand why *JC is so much more powerful than me, though...
Busta: What are you talking about? You have an awesome power, and you had as much influence in the defeat of the enemy as anyone else did!
*Justin: Yeah, but still...
*JC: Pipe down, little boy...or I'll show everyone the video of somebody who appeared on Star Search!
*Justin: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! What are you talking about you can't possibly have that clip!
*JC: Ha, I bought it from the studio after the show ended; I knew it would be useful someday!
*Chris: Justin was on Star Search?
*Justin: NO I WASN'T!!!
*JC: Oh, Justin, you were just so adorable clapping your knees together in that cute little cowboy getup...
*Justin: Dear Lord no!
*Chris/Busta: 'Cowboy getup?'
*JC: You know, I might just go and show this at your high school...
*Justin: Omigod JC you can't!
*JC: I could!
*Justin: PLEASE NO!
*Chris: Hey, JC, I'll pay good money for a copy of that...
*Justin starts to hyperventilate.
Busta: I can tell these guys are really going places. If they don't kill each other first...
Chapter 3: "Superman"
(Please don't tell me you don't know what's coming up)
