S4b

As Space Toaster landed the jet atop a gereatric couple, Foom Man carefully overlooked the Crackton Mall. The ceiling was on fire, and people fled the building as quickly as their legs could carry them. After they parked the jet, they jumped out and darted towards the mall's front enterance. Foom Man stopped dead in his tracks when he witnissed a can rolling around on the pavement with a fatal label... Ovaltine. Foom Man vaguely remembered it... but did not remember what its relevence was to him. He slowly retained his pace, and walked through the double plexiglass doors.
   Inside, various objects had been set ablaze, and no one was in sight. Space Toaster kneeled down to pick up a shattered piece of a phone booth, which had been located near the entrance of the mall, now destroyed. The piece had some graffiti, Space Toaster read it aloud:
   "Elian wuz here." He then dropped the piece of the booth when he heard a psst from around the corner. Foom Man and Space Toaster causiously ventured 'round the corner, and saw Nomadic Pyro holding Fast Guy, fast asleep, in his lap. Space Toaster and Foom Man sat down with them, hidden from view behind a cardboard box with a shoe box inside labeled "ATM."
   "Holey donut man, what is going on?" Space Toaster asked Nomadic Pyro.
   "Well you see, we saw this guy who kinda looked like Foom Man," Nomadic Pyro started, "You know, a retarded clone of Superman. He was in line to see Harry Potter, and we hollered to the theatre clerks that he had no money, and to kick him out. Well, they tried to, but the guy turned around at us and well... kicked our asses." With that, Nomadic Pyro placed Fast Guy's head on the floor, set to ATM box aflame, and ran out the door.


   As Space Toaster and Foom Man looked at him exit with less than hopeful looks on their faces, they heard a    wincing directly above them. They slowly turned their head upwards to see a steel support girter about to fall on them! To abolish the threat, Foom Man aimed his hands upwards and proclaimed a large "FOOOOOOOOOOM!" and blasted the girter away... along with a good dozen more.
   "I swear if we weren't such good friends..." Space Toaster began. The roof of the mall fell directly upon them, and knocked Space Toaster out cold. Foom Man was miraculously unaffected, and picked Space Toaster out of the ruble, and walked to the one wing left standing in the mall: the Food Court. As Foom Man entered, he heard smacks and punches landing around the corner. He set Space Toaster down upon a stack of used scratch tickets, and causiously approached the noise. It was coming from a mall hallway, behind a grayish door. As he neared it even more, it began to rumble. Foom Man quickly unleashed another "FOOOOM!" and blasted the hallway away. He looked inside the doorway until the dust cleared. He then saw a mysterious figure emerge... that belonged to Homeless Man.
   "Hey Jay!" Foom Man said, "Hey man, I'm sorry about-" He was stopped by the brute force of Homeless Man's street special, and was kicked in the gut by him.
   "Where are the others?" Homeless Man asked him.
   "Well, Space Toaster is over there, recovering from..." Foom Man began, "A completely unrelated incident involving Apollo Creed."
   "The boxer guy from Rocky?" Homeless Man questioned.
   "No, the guy on the oatmeal cans," Foom Man replied with a questionable tone.
   "What's the deal with you and random characters like that?" Homeless Man antagonized. "I mean its either one thing or another. Last March you had me fighting a cyborg incarnation of Bill Cosby, then it was the Walmart faction, and what's this I hear about fighting the California Raisins? You know we should probably just go fight Osam-"
   A large crash made the two dart their heads towards the mall's second entrance, which had yet to be destroyed. At the double drywall doors stood an awkward duo, looking on at them.
The two smirked, then turned around. The larger of the two accidentally
brushed his shoulder up against a concrete pillar, and it collapsed. He then
grabbed the clown, and flew off awkwardly humming some familiar
song.
   Homeless Man and Foom Man exchanged glances.
   "I'm going to bet they had something to do with this," Foom Man said.
   "Great asswipe, where's Nomadic Pyro?" Homeless Man continued.
   "He took off... no surprise there," Foom Man casually mentioned.
   "And Fast Guy?" Homeless Man questioned. Foom Man jerked to
attention. "What, what's wrong?"
   "Um..I kinda left him sleeping over near a cardboard box..."
   "So, I do that all the time."
   "It was on fire."
   "And?"
   "Part of the ceiling may or may not have killed him after it came crashing down."