Horsemen of Apokolips: Spike Witwicky.
Logical Genocide: Mickey
Mouse Clubhouse Crew: Mickey Mouse with Legion flight ring, Minnie Mouse,
Donald Duck with red lantern ring, Daisy Duck, Goofy and Pluto, with special
guest appearance by Centerion #1 ("Hot Fudge" Harry McTwivent).
Let the battle begin. . .
Power Tools Aisle. .
.
The Clubhouse Crew stands side by
side as Spike Witwicky struts into the aisle. Witwicky holds a nail gun in each hand.
Spike Witwicky: What are a bunch of cartoons against a rugged
construction worker/oil driller like me?
Mickey: Well, Mr. Witwicky, you know what we say here
at the Clubhouse. . . Go f@ck yourself!
Witwicky is startled at the
language spewed from the red, shorted rodent.
He retaliates in action, not in words, as a stream of nails fly from his
two guns. A swarm of feathers bursts
from Daisy Duck as she is ripped apart by the barrage of projectiles.
Donald: You son of a b#tch! I’m going to gut you like a fish, you
bastard!!!
Witwicky fires his guns again and
the five remaining LG members manage to escape down the next aisle, unscathed.
Goofy: Gawrsh Mickey, looks like this guy is a tough
Sumbitch!
Mickey: That’s true.
We’re going to need some help. . . Oh Toodles!!!!
Toodles flies to the scene. On its’ face is a Legion flight ring and a red
lantern ring.
Mickey: Toodles. What do you think we’ll need for the
rest of the match since Mr. Witwicky is not
being so nice.
Toodles flashes fantastic lights
and the rings magically appear on their respective owners. Mickey looks down at his Legion flight ring
while Donald looks at his red lantern ring. Toodles flies away and the Crew
simultaneously smiles at one another as maniacal laughs echo throughout the
store.
Lumber Aisle. . .
Witwicky has moved from tools to
wood. He slowly moves down the aisle,
but fails to notice Centerion #1 above.
Centerion has a two by four in his arms and throws it down at
Witwicky. Just in time, Witwicky dodges
the piece.
Hot Fudge: I will bring you down Witwicky! I alone shall stand triumphant today!!!
Hot Fudge fails to notice that
the boards beneath him are beginning to falter.
He slips.
Hot Fudge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Hot Fudge lands two feet down, on
the next board. Witwicky fires his nail
guns and Hot Fudge falters again.
Hot Fudge:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Hot Fudge lands another two feet
down, on the next board.
Witwicky: You gotta be kidding me!
Hot Fudge decides that his
position is too precarious and decides to jump on Witwicky. Hot Fudge bellows a melodramatic war cry as
he leaps at the rigger. Witwicky
instinctively reacts and pulls a wooden stake from the “cut wood” box located
next to him. The construction worker
holds it up and impales McTwivent. HFM
slides down the pole, unsexily, his body leaving streaks of blood. Witwicky smiles and rushes off.
Plumbing Aisle. . .
Minnie: Get down from there Goofy!
Goofy: Gawrsh.
When a Goofy’s gotta go, he’s gotta go!
Goofy steps down from the toilet
display, leaving a gift unflushed (since it is not hooked up to any true
plumbing) in the bowl.
Minnie (whispers underneath her
breath): He’s so frickin’ goofy!
Goofy saunters down the aisle and
a loud crunch is heard. The crew looks
to where Goofy once stood. His skull is
crushed in by a pipe held by Witwicky.
Goofy’s tongue wags from his mouth and a puddle of urine is released
from his dead body. Witwicky runs away
before Donald’s red projectile crashes into the piping around him.
Mickey: Hehehe.
Time to die Witwicky. Time to
die.
Pluto uses his innate canine
tracking skills to follow Witwicky’s scent.
Hardware Aisle. . .
Pluto’s nose inches around the
aisle when the dog screams. The canine
looks down to see his nose sliced off.
Witwicky has a band saw blade in his hand. The other blade lies on the floor next to
Pluto’s snout. Minnie crouches by the
dog and Witwicky takes advantage of the distraction. The driller throws the blade like a discus
and Minnie’s head is cleaved in half.
Mickey: NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Mickey takes to the air with his
Legion flight ring and follows Witwicky.
Donald soon joins him and the duo eventually box Witwicky in. Mickey flies at Witwicky and knocks him
down. Donald batters the man with his
red lantern ring.
Mickey: You’re going to die now motherf@cker! But not before Donald and I have some fun
with you!!!
Donald: Damn straight!!!
Mickey grabs Witwicky’s shirt and
flies him up to a couple of hooks.
Donald then uses his ring to hold him in place as Mickey picks up a
hammer and stakes, which happen to be lying on the ground nearby. Mickey stakes Witwicky’s hands in place.
Witwicky screams.
Mickey: Friend, you may do the honors.
Donald flies away and returns
with a bloodied band saw blade. He then holds it in place with his ring and
slices into Witwicky’s neck, decapitating the man. Donald then scoops out some of the brain and
detritus inside. Mickey unravels a rope
and lassos it around Witwicky’s head.
Pluto scampers on by and takes a pee on his face and poop in his
skull. Mickey hangs Witwicky’s head from
a string, lodged in the construction worker’s rectum.
Mickey: Guys, this isn’t just Home Depot! Oh Toodles!
Toodles joins the remaining
Clubhouse characters. The theme song
plays from Toodles as the three dances together.
It’s the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
Come inside. It’s fun inside!M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E.
Mickey Mouse: And now all you a$$holes see what happens to
you if you f#ck with us!!! Look forward
to seeing you all real soon!
8 comments:
Horsemen of Apokolips: All dead.
Logical Genocide: Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Pluto (sans nose) survive.
LOGICAL GENOCIDE IS VICTORIOUS!!!
Damn. So much a for a 9 death construction worker in Home Depot.
Savor the victory Seeney, but remember this was just a Consolation Match. I'm gonna curb stomp you in the Regular Season next year.
Pablo sucks.
Why hate on Pablo? He had nothing to do with the match! You're beginning to sound like Eric, I mean Real Man!
Watch your f****** tongue Becks. Those be fighting words.
I've been hating on Pablo since Real Man was just Imaginary Boy.
Pablo and I have unfinished business. He was too cowardly to face me this year.
Pablo sucks d*** for bumps.
Is there anything wrong with sucking d#$% for bumps?
Consolation or not, a win is a win.
I now join the short list of teams that have beat the Horsemen. Threaten all you want, just remember that I've beat you before and I could do it again.
Great job, Becks. It was sick, twisted, vile, disgusting and involved defiling a skull. It's a lock for a "Match of the Year" nomination.
Gaaaaaaaaross... But good. Congrats Seney!!
Great shit Becks, the perfect blend of nasty and disturbing.
Nice win Seeney, consolation match or not.
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